A/N:
This is a story that myself and a great friend of mine created via Roleplay. I don't care if you don't like how things played out, or if things seem unreasonable, this is simply a figment of our imaginations and I had a blast writing it. Hope you enjoy, and if not, simply don't read it.
To make it clear, I do not own any characters within this story, all characters, places, etc are copyrighted to Bioware. I only own my imagination in continuing the story after the end of Mass Effect 3.
A nice shout out to my proof reader who I will call Wrex here. You are so kind, even if we bicker a lot, but hell I wouldn't have it any other way. Thanks for putting up with my silly writings!
-Feary
Prologue
Her life had never been easy, hell, nothing was ever easy. Her constant battles throughout her life made her what she was that fateful day. A soldier, warrior, a commander... a lover. Those damned reapers came in and fucked everything up, she had everything on the right path, a family in line. Her memories passed beyond her eyes like a dream. It was all to quickly that they stopped, but one face hovered in her dying mind.
"Garrus.."
She struggled for breath, and each one she managed felt like knives in her chest. The rubble was heavy, crushing her beneath it. She shifted only slightly, managing to get an arm planted under a piece of the rubble and push. With the strength of someone who desired only to live, the large piece was shoved off her lower half. She staggered as she stumbled through the rubble, a hand pressed to a hole within her armor as it wept with the warmth of her life's blood. Her other hand moved to her coms, engaging the link as she rattled into the mic.
"This is Commander Shepard, I need immediate medical attention," She paused as a wet cough tore through her damaged form. "I repeat, I need immediate medical attention." Her vision was blurring as she reached out to a wall as if to steady herself, but she was not close enough. She fell, straight on her face, arms too weak to catch her. As her vision finally darkened, a small dribble of blood spilled from her lips.
As if some miracle had occurred, the female was still alive as the doctor found her. Thanks to tracking technology, it wasn't that difficult, but from the looks of her, she was suffering from extreme internal damage, not to mention she was scorched on the outside from the fires that still smoked lazily in the distance. The doctor waved a hand to their crew, and she was quickly whisked away into a stasis chamber. There was almost a sigh of relief from the female, but the doctor knew very well that such was not possible.
It was almost done, the repairs on the female soldier they'd found on the citadel that day years ago. Everything was going according to plan, except for the surprise the doctor had found while fixing her internal organs. Unsure of how stasis would effect the surprise, notes were taken on the subject as reconstruction came to a slow conclusion. She was ready.
In the time it took to rebuild the soldier, the relays were rebuilt as well. With the help of the Geth, and the knowledge of the Quarians, the galaxy was back to its former glory within a few years. Travel across galaxy was better then it ever had been before. Species all across the galaxy still worked together, forgetting their conflicts with one another and continuing in the path that the Hero, Commander Jane Shepard, had set for them.