Note: HI! This is one of my first fanfictions (first one is a Dragon Age but.. I don't think it's going over so well.) I had this idea in my head for a while now. Commander Shepard has done things that nobody else could dream of doing. She should have more recognition, be more powerful than she is. Or at least, have the public perceive her as that. I thought about Vega, and how he's just a normal marine. So, how would his life be flipped when he was accepted onto the Normandy? This is really going to be following him, and his experiences. I don't own anything, nothing except the computer I'm writing this on.
Commander Shepard.
Commander fucking god damned Shepard.
And the Normandy? Forget about it.
They're heroes. The famed elite crew. They're basically gods. Untouchable, powerful. All led by the tall asian amazon known as Commander Shepard. His heart was hammering hard in his chest, a feeling of everything being surreal. This wasn't real. He was a marine. An AVERAGE marine. Then again.. that's how Kaiden and Ashley started out too, right? They were just average marines, dragged into the madness of Saren.
He had to stop, his legs felt like Jello. He's been in all types of combat, even dived in with a hover car ramming into a wave of geth on one of his assignments. Oh, that got him some nicknames. 'Loco', mostly.
The Alliance plastered their faces on billboards as symbols of strength through the hard times. The Commander, intense eyes but kind in a sense. Crooked nose from being broken too many times. She looked like a warrior who kept in touch with her human side, unlike so many others. She even showed her teeth in the picture, smiling real big. Wasn't the best dental in the world, and her canines were virtually non existent when you stared at it long enough to notice, but her smile was perfect. A certainty in her, landing on her shoulders. I'll fix everything. It was a promise.
Behind her, the closest friends, basically the whole team. A massive red-armored krogan with drilling golden eyes and a frown on his face. Wrex.
Focused blue eyes, taking Shepard's six, focused right behind her, just a few inches above her actually. He stared dead into the camera during that picture, a sloppy turian smile. Someone that wasn't paying attention wouldn't have noticed how Shepard had her arm over his shoulder, and his hand resting on hers. They were good friends, went through alot together. They all did. Everyone was connected in some way or another. His scars were obvious, even in the picture, he seemed to flaunt it. I took a rocket to the face and lived. Take that, society. Garrus.
Vega cleared his throat. Eyes on Tali, who seemed calm and collected, if not giddy. He smiled at the purple mask, her suit covering all of her body. But she held a shotgun up, hand to the trigger with a very alarmed Kaiden in the background, staring with wide eyes at Tali, his own armor evident, but his head was being used as a rest for a smiling Asari, Liara. Who had her head placed on Shepard's shoulder, smiling gently.
The photographer almost instantly became famous across the galaxy for capturing this moment. He showed up at the battle grounds where Shepard didn't know she would have company, dragged out a massive camera, and she smiled real wide. Everyone clamored in, not caring about the explosion in the background. Showing off their good sides, and making a fool of others. This was the playfulness in the heroes. This brought a smile to people's face. They existed. They were real.
He blinked as hovercrafts flew in front of the massive billboard from the other side of the window. His eyes going down, to his shaking hands. If he were serious - Dead serious - He'd have to admit he was probably the biggest Shepard fan on Earth. A person like that is the idol of everyone.
"Vega."
His name.
It sent sparks down his spine, making him jump, something he didn't do much, he was antsy. Everyone would be antsy when they were requested to go with Shepard. Technically, he was in charge of taking care of her but.. he never actually spoke to her or saw her. He was a just-in-case-there's-something-specific-she-wanted person. If there was a request that everyone else couldn't take care of, he was there. But there wasn't, she never requested anything.
"Y-Yes?" His voice was quick and sharp, making him curse inside of his mind. He looked over to Captain Anderson, another living legend, who was virtually Shepard's father. His hands shook, feeling a cold sweat go over him.
"Did you want to see Shepard?"
Weird question. He thought in a passing, but his tongue was quicker than his brain. "Who wouldn't want to see the hero of.. everywhere." He bounced on his heels, eyes bright and it made the old man smile, he's seen a lot of jumpy recruits, and no doubt it was the same to a marine about to meet 'the hero'. What a name.. Shepard was just a girl who took matters into her own hands, really, that was all she was. Didn't care about the red tape. Got the job done. Just like in the Blitz.
He nodded his head slightly to the tan and muscle bound Vega, making a small hum in his throat. Looked like the classic Grunt. No offense to the pure blooded Krogan.
Overly muscular, wanting a fight. Yeah.. Oh, Shepard was going to have some fun with this guy.
He walked away. The marine close on his heels like a puppy.
The whole team was in the building, in the glass walk way, staring at the Normandy, and the billboard behind it that had their faces plastered on.
He just hoped that Vega knew what he was getting into. This wasn't going to be a walk in the park, and no doubt Shepard's crew would be trying to scare him off the Normandy. They were all pretty protective over their commander. He darted eyes over to Vega, sure, he looked like a leather-skin, but… Could he take the mind games?
As they walked down the hall, the marine looking back and forth, left and right he sighed again. The door lifted up, like an airlock, light coming into the relatively dark hallway. He watch Vega pale.
This would change everything for the young recruit. Uneasiness crept up Anderson's spine. He just hoped the team wouldn't rip him apart.