So here we go again, yet another story that I'm launching that I really don't have time to do -le sigh- but anyways for those of you who have zero Idea who I am, I am KingofShadowedOnes. So with that out of the way this is something that popped into my head, a fan of Shakarian and Shali... Shora... (is there a cute Shipname for TalixShepard?) I've always enjoyed the Sibling Sheprads at work in fics, esspecially if one of them happens to be a not so legally employed person.

So here we go! ONWARD TO GLORY!

Mass Effect: An Angel's Lament

Prologue I: Gabriel the Archangel

The buzz-cut human smirked at the Turian sitting next to him at the bar of Chora's Den. The two had known each other for years at this point almost a decade, having enough of the red-tape bullshit the two of them had just returned from five years on Omega. Adding five other men to their roster, another Turian, a Krogan, a Drell, a Salarian and hell even a Batarian they formed their own vigilante group, Archangels and went to work on the rock. First they cleaned up a block, then another, then a neighborhood, a district… then a level by the end of that first year. Slowly the original seven Archangels gathered more followers, they were tested trained and given a rank, Seraphim, Cherubim, Powers, Angels. The two of them had stopped using their birth names the moment they became the first two Archangels, for the past five years they had been Michael the Guardian and Gabriel the Defender. Gabriel raised his hand and patted his Turian brother on the shoulder, they were on the Citadel for only one reason, the reading of a will. Having accomplished that they both felt the need to drown some sorrows Michael was a slow drinker though so they had been at it a while.

"Come on," the voice of a Salarian drew the men's attention, then again having a Salarian on their own team they had gotten good at picking up the lightning quick intonation of the amphibians. "If we don't hurry and get there, Fang will gladly wipe us out once he's done with the Suit-rat."

The Turian sighed slipping the cred chit down to the bar and turned to follow Gabriel, what was it and humans overprotective instincts around Quarians. Drawing the Razer VIII from the small of his back he fell into step cursing himself for leaving his usual load out and armor back on the ship. He should have known what with Gabriel's idiotic need to be a big damn hero that he would need his guns. The Titan unfortunately had little use on the Citadel and the Kovalyov would draw way to much attention, besides pistols were easy as hell to sneak in anywhere. The flicker of his human brothers biotics caught his eye Michael's mandibles widened slightly in the turian equivalent of the smirk Gabriel was wearing there was always a satisfaction in disposing of trash. As the two rounded a corner Michael noticed the flaming red hair of a human woman walking down the steps of the lower wards… uh-oh… it had to be her…and with a Krogan…wait Wrex, well at least she'd be safe… and a human male with dark hair and tanned, was that the word skin, wait a second bastard was watching her ass, that was NOT ok. The trio were heavily armed and made their way past the pair of Archangels and were headed straight towards the den weapons drawn at the ready.

Gabriel didn't even notice the trio as his biotic field stabilized throwing a barrier around himself with two blades forming around his wrists and down a good foot and a half past his closed fists. He had no idea how much Eezo the Alliance pumped him with but according to the readings and tests he had about as much Biotic kick as most Asari more than most in fact, he still would have liked to have had his Soklov or hell even his Crossfire. He had a soft spot for Quarians hell even a weakness for them stepped on by everyone, beaten, abused and neglected he couldn't help but help those that were out of the flotilla, especially because that usually meant they were young, on their pilgrimage. He had even had Han'Jaeger teach him some of Khelish so that he could appear more approachable, hell the clan of Vas Nedas that actually had a decent showing on Omega flocked to Archangel controlled areas because that they knew that they would be safe there. The pneumatic hiss of the door opening was roaring loud to the Human he was about to charge forward when he was jerked to a stop by the three claws of his brother.

"Gabe stop," the quiet whisper of the turian was enough to make the human pause and his biotics drop. Taking the offered Karpov he was thankful that Michael remembered to stash one of his pistols for him… he was to focused on the reading of the Old Man's will and made the primary mistake that causes death, left his bed without a gun. Looking down at the pistol for a moment as the two of them took strategic cover by the top of the steps Gabriel nodded his head his favorite combo of load out, Scram Rail, Combat Optics and Inferno rounds, his brother knew him so well.

Fang was having a good day, he had risen early with and was greeted with a high paying mission from Fisk, enjoyed a light breakfast with Ambassador Udina's newest aide after an… active night… saw her out of his flat with a plan for next week when she had two days off in a row, all in all a great start. Jeerhl and Haan met with him over lunch to finalize the game plan and then after they left he made his way back to his flat and phoned home. His father was an ass but a caring one and his sister was doing well at academy, apparently she was in the same year as Solana Vakarian, at the time he remembered back to the Vakarian in his class Garrus was a hell of a cadet and a right scary man when it came to long guns. Now it was show time H and J showed up in position just as he approached the Quarian. Making small talk with her until she got nervous then as he made a move to grab her he heard a strangled scream from behind him, turning on instinct he saw Haan drop into a ball as fire spread around him Jeerhl made a move to raise his gun only to have it explode in his hand causing him to also scream and fall gurgling into the ground. Overload… and an inferno round turning back around he noticed the two figures in dark formal wear both male a human with close cut brown hair and the turian had blue…. Garrus fucking Vakarian… but he was supposed to be dead… those were the last thoughts that passed through Markon 'Fang' Junin as the human seemed to slip from view and the world rolled for a fraction of a second before fading to black.

Gabriel loosened his fist letting the flickering blue of his biotics dissipate into the air around them, turning he looked at the woman who he had just saved.

"Are you…"

"Freeze!" Gabriel closed his eyes and sighed he knew that voice… putting his hands up in the air he made a head motion for Michael to do the same. "Step away from the Quarian assholes, that's right nice and easy."

Complying Gabriel mused at the levels of divine humor that were going on at this point he was dangaling his pistol loosly from his pointer finger when he felt it being taken away, the pressure of danger let him know that somehow the woman who was issuing orders somehow found a Krogan Battlemaster or a Drell Deathdealer, well the heavy breathing meant only one thing, Krogan. He heard a deep sniff and then a chuckle… wait a second.

"Wrex, long time no see." Gabriel couldn't help the smile on his face, well at least the man taking his gun was likely to give it back willingly.

"For you maybe runt, but I was wondering why I smelled that gods awful mix of smoke and cologne that with you and birdboy over there and his special resin... well I was wondering when I'd find you." The deep rumbling voice was a comfort in a lot of ways Wrex was a help those first few months on Omega willing to lend them a hand after coming to the aide of a couple of street kids, under the tough and gruff exterior the old Croc was a softie for children.

"You turn around slowly hands still up." Following the order Gabriel turned slowly hands up and a roughish smile on his face, he looked the woman in the Hydra assault armor up and down carefully, she was still pint sized even in the armor she was maybe 5'7 and she was thin her face was angular, pixie would be the old way to call it, hell even her ears were tapered slightly, that with her shorter cut hair and pair of blue eyes that matched his own completed the look, yep that would be the one and only Jane Shepard.

"Hey little Sis how ya…"

"YOU FUCKIN' BASTARD!"

Damn… his world glowed blue for a moment before it faded to black his brain processing one last thought… she learned how to control the beast at last.

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