The Truth- Awakening
Shepard woke up in a pool of blood. A high pitched hum surrounded her, and fire burned into the sky. The air was filled with smoke and debris, twirling through the black of the night. The smell of burning hair and dead bodies caught at the back of her throat, and she gave a small splutter. She found an M3 Predator by her side, and grasped onto the unwavering metal. Having a gun gave her a kind of comfort she didn't often find, apart from when she spent time with Garrus. Garrus Vakarian. C-Sec officer. Archangel. One time mercenary. Reaper adviser.
Lover.
Where was he? Safe, in the cold space, on the Normandy? The last thing Shepard remembered before being hit was calling in the Normandy, sending him and Kaidan off, to somewhere safe. To rejoin Sword. Which, she supposed, was anything but safe. Or was he dead, in a smouldering pile of wreckage, his corpse slowly broiling? She didn't want to think like that. It wouldn't help in the slightest, contemplating the fate of her loved one.
Shepard stood up slowly, and coughed blood into her palm. It was dark, and flecked with dirt, and bits of metal. Her implants must have smashed, or at least some of them. She hoped nothing vital was gone. At this point, she would need it.
She took another step forward, and groaned with the pain and decided to take a moment to look at her surrounding. She looked forward at the beam. Three prongs rose from the ground, surrounding a conduit of pure energy, which sent up bits of debris and bodies, alive or otherwise, to the Citadel. From here, the Citadel was a golden cocoon, made of futuristic metals. A ring, known as the Presidium, formed the centre of the shell, and five long, triangular arms, known as the Wards, extended forward, into a cone, of sorts, with a large, impregnable shell Inside was a large city, and the Citadel tower. The Citadel Tower is the seat of galactic government, where representatives of the four council races would meet, to discuss and debate important issues. To enforce the decisions, the Council have the Spectres, an elite force of agents capable of operating outside of rules and regulations. The first human Spectre was Shepard, followed 3 years later by Kaidan Alenko. Kaidan was the Staff Lieutenant with Shepard during the Geth attack on the Citadel 3 years prior, and headed a biotics division in the Alliance.
Shepard felt her mind begin to wander. She forced her mind to focus on the task at hand. Harbinger loomed above her, and she scrambled to the side, behind an overturned Mako, and scanned the area, looking at the pile of bodies and recognising...
A face she would never forget.
A pile of bodies, all scalped, lay to Shepards side. Each had white and pink armour, and a soft caring face. It could only be one person.
Ashley.