Disclaimer: I do not own Bioware, EA (If I did it wouldn't be as stupid as it is), Mass Effect or anything related them.
Edit: I decided to change her name a little. Just sort of last minute change, and considering the story isn't too far ahead... I figured it wouldn't be a big problem.
A/N: I have thought about writing a whole new Shepard... I'd prefer to play the game again with this particular Shepard for ideas, but as it were I haven't had an Xbox since before ME3 came out, and so I havent played any of the games in months. It's been a sad sad withdrawal as Mass Effect is like my drug and I havent had a dose of it in what feels like ages.
Hopefully though, I will be able to borrow my little brother's Xbox and play again.
This Shepard will be female, renegade, and the background is going to be a little different rom the usual. I plan to start this story a bit before the events of ME1, not too far ahead though. Maybe a few chapters and lead into it.
First chapter will be Shepard's point of view, after a brief profile. An introductory I suppose don't expect a long chapter. =P
This will be... how do I put this.. experimental for me. New grounds. I have Salser to blame for this (if Salser ever sees this lol). I've been reading her stories and it's sort of inspired me to try stepping out of my comfort zone.
Lets give this a shot. Lets go on an adventur.
The Art of War: First Spectre Mission
Historical Document: Lieutenant Commander Micah Nicole Shepard
DOB: 2154, April 11th
Physical Profile: Caucasian,5'9, shoulder length red hair, green eyes, and athletically built. She has a Chinese styled dragon tattoo that covers most of her back.
Personal Past History: Much is unknown. Shepard was born to Hannah and John Shepard on board a System Alliance vessel, which was destroyed before the age of 1. Hannah and John both died as result of the attack. Shepard was among a handful of survivors. Mostly children and a single care taker who managed to board an escape pod.
Service History: Joined the System Alliance on 2172, April 11th. Past history includes aggressive behavior, reprimands for disobeying orders, arguing with senior officers, and physical confrontations with fellow unit members.
Shepard has quickly raised through the ranks, despite aggressive behaviors, for show of leadership skills. Put through officer training, and passed all courses with above average scores.
Shepard took part in the counter strike against the Batarians during the year 2178. 3/4 of her unit was killed after taking command. War crime charges were presented but quickly dropped, classified reasons.
In the year 2179, Shepard was put through N7 training and graduated top of her class. Also promoted to Lieutenant Commander in the same year.
2183 Assignment: Executive Officer of the prototype vessel SSV Normandy, under the command of Captain David Anderson.
Mission parameters: Classified.
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My life has always been a carefully guarded secret. Only those on the need to know basis knew what that entailed. Basically the only people who needed to know was the brass in high Alliance command, my recruiter, and myself. I did not choose the life I have lived, but only to fight to live another day. Life has been one fucked situation to the next. This situation was probably the most fucked of them all.
There has been a saying passed from one generation to the next on my home world. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. I use to find this saying to be a pile of varren shit. I use to think let no one close, and those who tried needed to learn their place. I will not be dragged down into the dirt because someone wants to share their warm fuzzy feelings with me. I am not warm, and most definitely not fuzzy. That was how I survived for so long.
Keeping friends close wont help you survive anyhow. It only shows weakness, opens doors to betrayal. Betrayal leaves you open to getting killed by those you thought trust worthy. At least from my enemies I know what to expect. I knew they wanted to rip my fucking head from my shoulders. That I had a cure for: they can try, but I'll have theirs first, but not before they regret their foolishness.
At least that's how I use to think. Life has a way of fucking with your views when you least expect it.
I joined the Alliance because I only had two choices. Jail, or serve my time in the marine core. At least it's a sentence I got paid for. They knew I could get the job done. They knew I'd take the dirty assignments that no one else would bother with. I'm not afraid to tarnish my pretty record. It's already a right mess, but at least I can admit I don't give a two shits. I was never afraid to do what it took to survive, and if that meant doing the Alliance's dirty work, then that was fine by me.
The battle on Torfan? Ya that was me. The demon who got most of her unit killed. The public seems to think me some butcher. Well fuck the public. I did what I had to do. It was us or them. The batarians aren't known for playing by the rules, and those of us stuck in the trenches knew it. I only took command after our CO got his brains blown out because everyone else was too afraid.
I about lost my pension over that. Hell at the time I didn't know why I had not. I didn't care who lived or died, as long as we got out of there. All I knew at the time was I was looking at some hefty charges, then the next thing I knew they were dropped. Five years later I was the XO of some new prototype frigate, the SSV Normandy. That's when things went from shit to fucked.
The ship was some big to do with co-development by both humans and turians. Personally I could care less who made it, but I will give the ship one thing: it was impressive. State of the art tech, a drive core unlike any other in the Alliance fleet, and stealth systems unmatched by any other vessel. Her details were classified so only those of us who flew her knew what was what. She was advanced though, you can be sure of that.
I suppose that hints at my weakness. I love ships. I've always been good at the tech end of things. I'd of given up my damn biotic training to attend advanced tech classes. But I was just an Alliance lap dog. They told me to jump and I tell them to kiss my ass. They don't like that much though.
Good, I didn't much care for them ordering me around either. The only thing we all had in common back then.
But this isn't a story about some pain in the ass marine. This is a story that started like any other, then shit hit the fan. Half the time I wondered why the hell it had to be me. But at the end of the day it has to be someone to deal with shit like what you are about to hear, and it always had to be me.
So this is not just my story, this is everyone's story. The story that changed everyone's lives. It just happens to be from my view point. The rest as they say, is history.
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Ok so that's the start of it. I hope it's an interesting start at least. I will update as the ideas flow to me, this isn't a story that will be updated on a set schedule... If I manage to snag my brother's xbox it'll be updated as ideas come to me. Otherwise I would prefer to take my time and not mess something up.
See you all in chapter 2.