Buckin Reapers
This is my first attempt at any sort of fiction writing, as such I'm sure it could use ALOT of improvement. This was just an idea I had that I decided I should try. I barely have any idea of how to navigate the publishing side of the site, I'm sure this should be in cross over but again suck at using the site, kina just testing the waters cause I think I suck. Let me know if you think I should continue this or just let it die cause, I could write more, but if its awful whats the point? I'll move it to the right place once I figure it out or someone tells me how, or not whatever you decide.
Commander Shepard is going to be the standard male version he likes to be a bad ass, but has a very strong set of moral principals.
Granted you won't see much of his personality for a while.
Buckin Reapers
"Commander Shepard"
I've lived a hard life, a good life, I did all I could, and gave everything for my friends, my comrades, my family I found aboard the Normandy, and on the Normandy SR2, and it all came to this, this final choice to try, and end our struggle against the reapers. As the Catalyst the one responsible for all of our pain, and struggles prattled off my choices to use the crucible to end this damned war, I was tired, I was nearly broken, as I made the choice that affected the galaxy. "I'm sorry Legion, sorry EDI you were a good friends" I said firing at the tube that was supposed to destroy the reapers, and all the AI of the galaxy with them. The final shot I was engulfed in the explosion all went black.
I found myself curled up in agony, I was screaming, but it was barely audible. I had nothing left no energy, no will, just agony as the world felt like it was tearing around me in circles ringing in my ears before the unconsciousness swallowed me again.
I awoke again in pain, not the all-consuming pain from before, this time I was screaming in earnest, I could hear myself, and I was in too much pain to care.
It was another day, just like any other, working round the farm, always something to do. Applejack was walking around the orchard after just finishing up apple buckin this harvest when she heard something, sounded like somepony hollerin, but she didn't have a darned clue what it was they was hollerin, or what about. She made her way in the direction it was coming from. The closer she got the more it sounded like somepony was hurt. She started trotting, then running, till she was at a full blown gallop. When she came to the top of the hill what she saw froze the blood in her veins, she was in shock at what she saw. It was a creature she'd never seen before, and she couldn't comprehend how it was still alive. It was covered in burns and blood was everywhere it was howling in pain, its head rolled to the side eyes wide not even seeing her, that was when her brain kicked into overdrive.
"Oh buck!" she yelled as she ran back to the barn faster than she ever had before. She found Big Mac putting away the last cart of apples,"Drop those apples NOW! Bring tha cart somepony's out in tha orchard, and they're hurt, bad, real bad, Ah've never seen anything this bad. Hurry!" she grabbed an old blanket she knew they'd need it to get this thing into the cart. They moved as quickly as they could. When they reached the top of the hill Big Mac stopped dead in his tracks, and said two words "holy buck."