DISCLAMER: Story and characters belong to BIOWARE this is just my twist on the story. Takes place during the final scene of ME3 and playing along with the "indoctrination" theory. If you don't like the theory then this story is not for you, and if you never heard of it you should look it up, it's pretty interesting.
Kaycee Shepard (full play through from ME1,2,3) : Paragade (mostly paragon), LI: Liara, Ending: Destroy.
SPOILER ALERT: haven't finished the game and don't want to be spoiled? Then don't read. Also I'm already judging that those who are reading know pretty much what everything is and the general idea of what is going on. (ex: not going to go into detail per-say of how Shepard got there, what is the Citadel etc.)
First attempted Fic. Thanks and enjoy.
She drew up her Predator hand gun as she held her breath and gritted her teeth against the pain of walking. Stripped of most of her armor, she was covered in wounds. The most of them deepening at her lower left abdomen, and blood began to soak through he exposed fabric where her armor was missing, but she didn't care. To her, nothing made sense anymore. She strained against the trigger and unloaded the first shot into the red tubular glass, the sound of it cracking mimicked the cracks that began to form in her mind.
"Why?" She pleaded into the darkness of herself. Just two years ago she stopped an attempted attack from Sovereign, an organic synthetic machine known as Reaper that belonged to an army that was just like itself, and had one purpose… to destroy all organic beings. After which she had destroyed it she was hailed, "Hero of the Citadel" a name which left an unfavorable taste in her mouth.
"Shepard…" a voice spoke, echoing sweetly and washing over Shepard like the gentle caress of a river passing against a young child's feet. Images of a fair skinned blue toned Asari shifted into her mind, "Liara…"
Another automated pull of the trigger sent a whirring bullet into the tube, the crackle of the impact shattered Shepard awake.
"I don't understand!" she screamed pitifully in her head, anger consuming the pain and the invisible weights fastened around her ankles.
Her stride lengthened and her posture reformed itself commandingly. A white glow in the form a child lingered behind her. Shepard sensed the Catalyst's non-realistic eyes boring into her back but she refused to look, her eyes unwavering from the fractured red tube. Moments before she had spoken with the Catalyst who had claimed to be the Citadel and the owner of the Reapers. His child-like voice was of blunt certainty as he explained that his reasons for destroying advanced organics was the prevent chaos, to which Shepard rebuked by implying the drive to live.
"You have three choices," the figure spoke, "to control us," he raised his seemingly innocent hand towards a blue power source with two handles. "To combine all synthetic and organic life to create a unified race without chaos, "he shifted his finger towards the center where an emanating tower of green energy raged forth upwards. "Or you can choose to destroy all synthetics." His hand slid sternly to the right towards a red tubular structure. "Just know the first two choices you WILL die, but chaos will be adverted. The last you will destroy the reapers and all synthetics and even YOU Shepard…" he paused momentarily to give emphasis, "are made partly of synthetics."
"He never said I WOULD die…" she pitied in her mind. Part of her hated herself for thinking so selfishly. But she just wanted to believe… believe that every choice she made was worth something in the end. She deserved her end… right? The question uneasily set itself in her stomach and she suddenly became self conscience of the fabric that glued to her skin by her blood. Nothing made sense, and all she knew was that she just wanted it to be over.
She fired another shot which admittedly missed and hit a supporting hollow sliver beam, causing the gas inside to ignite from the heat of the bullet. Tongues of fire screamed out from the inflicted wound, the initial burst of fire singeing the side of Shepard's cheek as she turned amateurishly to shield herself. Her eyes began to water from the fresh pain that scorned her. "Sovereign, Harbinger, Reapers…" The names resounded in her head like a coin being dropped in the middle of an empty room. Hate and vengeance mixed into her concoction of anger and sorrow. She demanded their everlasting death. If it wasn't for them a civilization would flourish, Liara wouldn't have to have put down her own mother, and so many wouldn't have to endure the torture of love, life, and hope lost.
She stood before the structure as the flames beckoned at her like fingers. She stood firmly as if she were about to enter into the gates of hell. The background in front of her was littered with remnants of ships set aflame as new ones struggled to take their place. Dark masses of cuttlefish-shaped Reapers met with them and a light show of blue and red cannon lasers decorated the sky as each attempted to sear into the others body.
"I fight for them…" she growled, "I fight because they need me to, I fight because that's what living means… to not give up what you care about most." With that Shepard unleashed the last bullet and was met with splintering glass and the devilish arms of the explosion. The Catalyst behind her then vanished instantaneously, as did Shepard's conscience.