This is my first Mass Effect fic, it's more of an experiment to see if I can compliment the Mass Effect universe with my writing style. Any errors in lore will be corrected if pointed out, although I generally double check for lore errors. Reviews would be appreciated and also be a great help. This part 1 of 2.

Victims of Virmire

Virmire 2183

''You know it's the right choice, LT.'' Ashley says to the Commander amidst the Geth assault at the AA Tower. Shepard's voice buzzes over the comms, she puts her finger back on the comms.

''Aye aye, Commander'' She releases the comms and aims over cover, her Avenger ready, she unleashes a barrage of bullets at the Geth. One by one the synthetics drop at her mercy.

''Go! Now!'' She screams at the Salarians. ''I'll hold them off! GO!''

The Salarians salute Ash, and the team scurries off towards the bomb site. Satisfied, she reloads her gun. She leaps over the cover and charges the synthetics.

''Die you synthetic bastards!'' Ash screams as she runs towards the group, she takes cover behind a wall. Ashley peers around the corner; she is confronted by several Geth troopers a few feet away from her. She switches out to her Katana and unleashes several shots at the troopers. One trooper stands, its gun aimed at the Gunnery Chief. She returns to cover, readies her Carnage and fires it at the trooper.

''They just won't quit!'' She reloads her shotgun, and switches back out for the Avenger. She peers around cover once again, nothing moves.

''Come on out!'' She screams, but she gets no response. Ash walks closer towards where the synthetics originated from. One pops over cover and shoots her in the leg.

''AH! You bastard!'' She cries and she crawls over to nearby cover. She quickly checks her leg, clean shot. 'Not like it matters, but it hurts like a bitch' she thinks to herself. A noise catches her attention, she looks to the sky and see's the Normandy flying away.

''God speed, Skipper''

She blind fires around cover to keep the Geth at bay. She holds on to her leg to stop the blood draining too quickly. Her arms get weaker, she can barely hold up her gun. She sits, leaning against cover. Her breath gets quicker and deeper. Geth close in on her position. One points a Pulse Rifle directly at her. A blast heard in the distance distracts the synthetics. Ash smiles to herself.

''It's over, you sons o' bitches''

'Death closes all: but something ere the end
Some work of noble note, may yet be done
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.'