DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in any of these chapters, BioWare does. What I have done in this is meshed a couple of games together. So here is my Shepard…
Christian Shepard Spacer/Sole Survivor/Soldier. ME1 Stats - Kaiden died on Virmire, Wrex survived, romanced Ashley, saved the council. ME2 Stats - Saved Chakwas and the rest of the crew, a couple of team members died, and romanced Miranda.
Neither of the two above are of the same character but I thought they fit in better than any other play through I had. So I have basically made it to where no one died on the Suicide Mission in ME2. But for it to coincide with what will be my ME3, they will die in this story. I hope you enjoy and I hope that this all makes sense. Ultimately, I think it will all turn out very well. Please read and review

Some of the information on this is from the games and the Mass Effect Wikipedia site.

The Anahaus are my own created species and so are the subsequent characters. Dr. Corson is also my own.

Reflections

The Normandy SR-2 floated effortlessly throughout space, the only object distorting a crystal lit backdrop of stars and distant planets. Finally, a sense of peace was surrounding the Normandy and her crew. It had been a hellacious turn of events that began over two years ago with the Geth attack on Eden Prime and the rogue Spectre Saren leading an assault on the Citadel. Two years since Commander Shepard and his crew had been to Ilos and returned to stop Saren and his army of Geth and Krogan. And two years since the fateful day that the original Normandy was destroyed by an unknown assailant, later on revealed as the Collectors.

The small ship drifted back towards Alliance space and away from the legendary and deadly Omega 4 Relay. Weeks of hunting the Collectors had finally come to a climactic end when Shepard blew the place straight to hell. Everyone on the ship believed it to be a suicide mission, but once again Shepard was able to prove everyone wrong. They all had made it through the Relay, thanks to Joker, and out of the base alive. Even the crew that had been kidnapped by the Collectors was able to make it out in one piece; Dr. Chakwas, Ken, Gabby, even Kelly Chambers were all alive, thanks to Shepard and his heroic crew.

Not everyone was equally thrilled with the Commander's decisions concerning the Collector base and the subsequent technological advancements that could have been spurned from keeping it though. The Illusive Man had voiced his discontent with Shepard.

"The technology from that base could have secured human dominance in the galaxy, against the Reapers and beyond," The Illusive Man had told him, trying to justify his reasons for keeping the base. It was too much a liability to keep around though. The power and technology on that base may have been able to help against the Reapers but at what cost? Shepard remembered the many lives that had been lost on the space station that he was being recreated and revived on. He tried to think about how many lives and how many credits were spent on the Lazarus Project alone. If he would have handed over the Collector Base to the Illusive Man what would have been done with it? Would it indeed have been used for the benefit and preservation of mankind?

"Human dominance? Or just Cerberus?" A legitimate question that Shepard felt The Illusive Man did not answer sufficiently. If the Reapers were a threat to the universe and every sentient being living in it then why continue on pushing for human and/or Cerberus dominance? The Council and the Human Systems Alliance would finally need to work together in order to stop this threat. They had begun to work well together in the two years since Captain…Councilor Anderson joined the Council. After saving the Destiny Ascension, humanity was granted a seat on the council and David Anderson seemed like the most logical choice in Shepard's eyes. Udina may have been pissed off in the long run but Shepard knew where his loyalties lied.

"I know where my loyalties lie…" Ashley's words still haunted him. Regardless of her trying to reach out to him through a perfectly worded message, Shepard was still hurt. He understood her anger towards him for not contacting her once Cerberus had revived him. But his assumptions seemed accurate, maybe she had moved on without him. Anderson told him that she was now Operations Chief Williams before her being reassigned to Horizon. Two years and a second lifetime's worth of memories had seemingly set the two apart from each other. Ash had moved on, and unwillingly, Shepard did to.

But something happened in the days after the mission on Horizon that Shepard did not intend on; Miranda Lawson. All to often Miranda portrayed herself as a heartless bitch who would not let her cold heart be melted away, but the Commander found a way in. Miss Lawson was always an attractive women and Shepard did notice a bit of attraction for him on her part, but it was finally confirmed that night in her office….

"I don't know what this is! If this is just stress or blowing off stream or…" Miranda had said to him. She couldn't look the Commander in the eyes and he didn't know why until she spoke. It was then he realized that she did have feelings for him, the same feelings that he had grown to feel for her. It was the night he saw he talk to Orianna that he began to love her, and those feelings grew more when he saw her crying after she talked to Orianna.

"I care about you Miranda. And I know you care about me," he had replied back with. He could not believe that he had said those words. Not that he was lying to her, because he wasn't. He couldn't believe it because he was Commander Shepard. The galaxy's hero, and everyone on the crew saw him as a bad ass. It was nice though to show Miranda that he was still human and not some damn super hero.

"This is no time for emotional entanglement!" Miranda came back with. She turned away and walked towards her bed. "You and I know more about the Collectors than anyone. We know how unlikely it is that we are coming out of this alive. What idiotic bunch of hormones thought that now would be a good time for love?" Miranda sat down on her bed and looked up at him. Her brown hair flowed down her back and her deep brown eyes stared at him. He sensed the confusion, the worry, the concern, and every other emotion that was racing through her head. She crossed her legs and her skin tight outfit clung to every curve and contour of her body.

"It doesn't matter. What matters is how we feel," Shepard cringed inside. Holy shit that was cheesy, he thought to himself.

"Damn it," Miranda said looking away. How could it have come this far so quick? Love was such a complicated emotion, and they were on a mission to save the galaxy from the Collectors. Why was she feeling this?

Shepard looked down at her and took in a deep breath, "Come on Miranda. You want this."

"Yea," Miranda said looking back up at him. "I do. So promise me you won't die! Promise me damn it!" She knew that was something that he could not promise her. Promising not to die? If he agreed then he was a bigger fool than she was for letting this feeling of love overpower her.

"It doesn't work that way Miranda. We could all be dead by this time tomorrow. So if it's not worth it…" Shepard said, but before he could finish, Miranda interrupted him. She stood up and walked over to him and leaned in and pressed her chest against his, and felt Shepard wrap his arms around her. She laid her head down against his shoulder and slipped her arms around his waist. It was nice to be held by someone who looked upon her for more than her brains and her body. Shepard loved her.

"No it is," she said back, pulling away. "Give me some time. When I am ready I will come by. Okay?" They stared at each other for only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity…

Cerberus and The Illusive Man's money may have brought him back to life and once more put breath in his lungs, but it was Miranda who made him human again. She helped him remember that he did have a soul and that there were things in life worth fighting for. She was one of them. She was worth living for, and if had to do it again, she was worth dying for.

All of these thoughts and memories swirled around like a hurricane in the mind of Commander Christian Shepard. Conflicting emotions rose up inside of him when he would ponder too long on a certain memory. The doors to his cabin opened up and he stumbled on into his cabin. He had yet to remove his armor and don his casual clothes after his talk with The Illusive Man. That had been a couple of hours ago, or at least he thought it had been. The crew was busy trying to restore the Normandy to its normal state and make sure that all of the systems were online. Continuous head counts were being taken to make sure that they did have everyone on board. Most of the crew had finally taken the time to rest and relax. A feeling of peacefulness finally surrounded everyone and was able to ease the tension and lighten the mood.

What was next for the crew of the Normandy? Cerberus was behind them, and the Collectors were beneath them. Shepard knew that this transition period would be crucial for the crew and made up their minds for them. They would rejoin the Alliance and give back arguably the strongest ship in the galaxy to the Alliance Navy. Maybe that would change how the council viewed Shepard. Not that they were still weary of him because they weren't, they still saw him as having motives that would help only humans and not every council race.

Christian laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, trying to enjoy these few moments of comfort and tranquility. Every muscle in his body burned and ached as he tried to move and get comfier on his bed. He had not slept for nearly two days and he was exhausted. Hopefully now he could get the well deserved rest he so greatly desired. The fighting was over…for now.

Kahn

Kahn stood around an oval table. The stone table was merely a charade to those who were not familiar with how the Anahaus worked. An orange light began to flash and the top part of the table disappeared and flat projector laid facing the ceiling in the war room. Kahn's furry paw reached out and using one of his claws he pressed a few buttons. A moment later more lights began to slowly turn on in the room, illuminating it for the giant beast. Computers and weapons were lined up against the stone walls ominously. Cords hung from the ceiling as well did other computer monitors and a set of recording devices. The large creature made his way across the room towards another computer module and watched the interface flash a host of different colors. After a few moments of waiting a creature much like Kahn popped up on the screen. He too was furry and had a long snout with razor sharp fangs protruding from his mouth, much like a canine. His beady red eyes glared across at Kahn and drool began to drip from its mouth. Kahn realized that he must have interrupted the other Anahaus's feeding time.

"Speak quickly," it said in a low muffled tone. Kahn could see parts of flesh in his mouth when he spoke.

"Exalted one," Kahn said bowing his head. "Forgive my intrusion but I have good news for you." Kahn paused for a moment before he began. "He is still alive." Nothing more was spoken between the two creatures for a few moments. The second creature knew who Kahn was talking about, there was only one human that interested the Anahaus theses days.

"How do you know this," he replied back with, wiping some of the drool from his face. "Last our reports indicated he was making his way through the Omega 4 Relay. Nothing comes back from there successfully."

"But he has come back your Excellency," Kahn said. "Not only has he come back, but the ship he entered in with is undamaged." The second Anahaus, one named Geng, stood there speechless. Passage through the Omega 4 Relay seemed impossible, but for a ship to go through it and come back is remarkable. He was better than they had hoped for.

Geng was the military leader of the Anahaus race, a position that can only be ascertained by challenging the currant leader and successfully killing him in one-on-one combat. Many years had gone by since he killed his former mentor and uncle and the Anahaus had seen very prosperous times. They had perfected cloning and their numbers were growing exponentially. So quickly that overcrowding on many of the Anahaus planets, especially their home world Vert was becoming a problem. Regulations and restrictions were eventually put in place and the population increase had begun to level off a little bit.

Geng had captured hundreds of Salarian doctors and put them to work to help with the cloning processes. They were much more efficient and smarter than the Anahaus, but were very afraid of their captures. Their smaller fingers made it easier for them to manipulate the cells and genes of each Anahaus, and their bigger brains meant that they were able to find new ways to make the Anahaus bigger and better. Many of the Salarian doctors were killed by Geng personally, because they would not cooperate. But enough threatening and enough bribery, the rest of the Salarians were convinced to stay and be a part of Geng history.

"He is a bigger threat than we first assumed he would be," Geng said. Although the Anahaus were predominantly out in the Terminus Systems and did not concern themselves with the matters of humans and the council, they had been watching him since the Skyllian Blitz. Batarians were worthy adversaries and on that day he had held them off and gained recognition throughout the human community. The Anahaus kept a close eye on him during the Eden Prime Wars, all the until his death two years ago. It was a shame that Geng and the rest of the Anahaus were not able to cross paths with him before that day. So when they heard that he had been resurrected of course their interests had been piqued.

He had been investigating the disappearances of human colonies and was eventually drug into a war with the mysterious Collectors, a sentient race that even the Anahaus did not deal with on a regular basis. Geng and his war council knew that the Collectors lived just beyond the Omega 4 Relay, so naturally they knew he was going to confront them. Now Kahn was telling him that he had come back from the Relay unscathed! An amazing human this one, one that could be a threat to the Anahaus if they were willing to continue on with their plan.

"What are your thoughts Excellency?" Kahn asked. Geng was deep in thought over this matter. If the Anahaus were to succeed in their plans then he knew who they had to contend with. Humanity followed and looked up to him and treated him as if he were a great deity, they treated him better than a deity at times. Such an interesting yet funny little race of beings they were. Humans craved power and wealth and would stop at nothing to get to it.

"Excellency?" Kahn asked once more.

Geng came out of his small daydream and snapped back at Kahn, "We will wait it out General Kahn. We have no idea as to what his intentions are as of yet. With the Collectors destroyed where will he go? We must keep our eyes and ears open for any new information that may surface. Until then, we shall lay low and wait for him to make a bold move. For now, you continue to oversee the production of more soldiers. I want to make sure that we are fully prepared for what we are going to do. I am counting on you Kahn. No one must know of what we plan to do." Kahn bowed as the picture faded away.

Excitement shot through his muscularly furry body. Kahn was the pinnacle of Anahaus cloning and evolution. Orders from Geng himself went to the Salarian doctors who were creating Kahn and asked that they make him an experiment. His genes were enhanced so much that he was nearly half a foot taller than other Anahaus and out weighed many of them as well. He was stronger, faster, and much more intelligent than was once thought possible. Geng also demanded that Kahn be grown at a faster rate. It took five years for a cloned Anahaus to reach maturity, but Kahn was grown in less than three. Now he was second in command of the Anahaus empire, something that he did not take lightly.

Kahn turned back around to the stone table in the middle of the room. The orange panel began to light up and a distorted image came up in front of him. Damn machine, he thought. He lifted his thick leg and bumped it against the table, causing the picture to flicker and then start to clear up. A smile came across his face when the picture finally cleared up. It was a small ship with the word "NORMANDY" pasted on the side of it. It was a sight to behold. The ship that passed through the Omega 4 Relay and came back undamaged, truly remarkable. Kahn could not wait to cross paths with the crew of this ship one day. It was unfortunate though that the ship, and its crew, would ultimately have to be destroyed.