Hi everyone! Just a little background info on my girl Lyssa here: Adept/ Paragrade/ Colonist/ Sole Survivor------Wrex: survived, Ashley: saved, Rachni Queen: Released, Council: Saved, Councilor Chosen: Anderson. That about covers the basics, a more comprehensive character summary can be found in my profile. I hope you all enjoy the world of Mass Effect 2 as seen through the eyes of my character Lyssa Shepard!


I saved them didn't I? Joker, Ash, Liara, Wrex, Tali, Garrus... I saved you right...

Lyssa Shepard's vision was quickly fading to black, she still hopelessly struggled to patch the hole in her suit, the secondary seals failing to activate. Her muscles were on fire, her brain starting to shut down, but she was still aware enough to see the fleeing forms of the Normandy's escape pods. Each and every one accounted for.

Ah. They made it...At least I could do that much.

She took her last breath. She stopped struggling. Yes, she was scared. Yes, the Reapers were still coming. But in her very last moments Lyssa Shepard was able to take some selfish solace in the fact that, this time, she wouldn't have to watch those she cared about die. They were the survivors this time. A small, very small relief. She closed her eyes as a tear fell down her pale cheek, her eyes never to reopen, and she drifted down, silently down, to the planet below.

I wonder...will I see them all again...Mother, Father, Kaidan...Will you be there....

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Light! Pain! Lyssa began to struggle, trying to bring up her arms to cover her eyes. It was just too bright! She felt a hand grasp her arm and gently push it down.

"Shepard, don't try to move. Just lie still. Try and stay calm" A feminine voice, a bit accented, full of cool authority with a heavy dose of concern. Another voice, a male one, began to converse with the woman, but she couldn't focus. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears- too fast, far too fast- along with the sound of her breathing- quick and heavy with panic- she felt like she was about to die all over again.

"Give her another dose!" Something cool raced through her veins and her body began to calm, her eyelids became heavy with the promise of oblivion once again. A woman's face, close to hers, she wanted to speak, to tell her...

Not again. Please, don't send me back to that dark place...

But it was too late, the world became black once again.

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"Wake up, Commander!

That voice made her mind start it's sluggish swim back to consciousness.

"Shepard, Do you hear me?"

Vibration shook her body, aiding to dispel the haze one finds themself in after being asleep for a very long time.

"Shepard. Get out of that bed now! This facility's under attack!"

Her clear grey eyes snapped open. Oh man, who knew just opening your eyes could hurt, she stretched her jaw, her skin feeling unusually tight and brittle- like she was made up of nothing but fresh scar tissue.

"Shepard, your scars haven't healed, but I need you to get moving, this facility's under attack," she winced as she sat up, her hand going to her side. Every muscle was tight, rigid.

Easy for you to say...

Her eyes focused uneasily on the giant window above her on the other side of the room. Explosions, gunfire, screaming. Yep, this seemed familiar enough.

"There's a pistol in a locker of the other side of the room along with your armor. Hurry!" She slid stiffly off the table on limped her way to the locker. Standard issue heavy pistol, no thermal clip of course, and a nice set of standard N7 armor. Since the nagging voice had mentioned it earlier she decided to take the time to don it. She was quick, and maneuvering her way into the stiff armor plates let her muscles warm up and come back to life, she stood up straight and sighed. Lyssa may have had no idea what was going on, but it was good to feel the weight of her armor pressing against her skin, the heaviness of a pistol in her hand, and the comforting buzz of the element zero nodes that ran along the length of her nervous system.

An empty pistol and my biotics to get me through this eh? She smirked as the door behind her blew apart and she could hear the creaking and grinding of mechs beyond. I like those odds. She shook herself from thought and began to run, briefly stooping to grab a thermal clip off of a corpse. Yes, I think today just might be my lucky day. For, if nothing else, she was alive and nothing was going to take that from her again, at least not today.