Hours passed since one of the biggest wars in galactic history, was fought here on Earth. The war against the Reapers was finally won. The sky looked as if the end of the world had really came. It was deeply stained in thick dark grey smoke. The rumbled buildings that laid in ruins continued to allow smoke to sizzle from them. The city of London was reeling in from the current of events.
They were finally free of the Reapers. Earth, along with other planets, were now safe. Commander Shepard, and her crew, were able to rally a big enough fleet and enough allies to create the Crucible and use it to destroy the Reapers, forever bringing an ending to the cycles of extinction. However, that came with a huge cost. Shepard had managed to get Kaidan and Garrus out with Normandy, which was instructed to get away from Earth before the beam was released from the Crucible. She was the only one who remained when the Catalyst was destroyed. After not being able to locate her, the search was called off, and it was assumed that she had been killed in action. The Normandy soon thereafter was alerted of the news.
A couple of city workers arrived at the main area of destruction. They were in awe, as they took in the destruction the Reapers left in their wake. It spreaded out for miles.
Plans of rebuilding had been put in place, therefore they sent workers to scope out and see what would be needed to begin preparations and what could be salvaged.
In the midst of the destruction, laid a huge pile of rubble and rocks where the beam that led to the Citadel and Commander Shepard, once stood. It had remained untouched and unmoved, until now.
Several small pieces of rocks rolled down from the pile and landed not far from one of the youngest of the workers, feet. It grabbed his attention and therefore followed the trail where the rocks fell from, his gaze landing to the pile. Suddenly, he saw movement. Startled, he quickly called for the others to come look. Afraid it was some part of a Reaper or a Marauder, they instinctively reached for their guns, when one of them calls out.
"Hold on!" He held the men back with his arm. "I see a human arm!"
Dumbfounded, the workers gave each other a confused look before they stepped closer and actually saw a small human arm dripping with blood from both old and new wounds, trying to push its way through.
After the men snapped back into reality, they worked quickly to remove as many rocks, bricks and debris in order to free whoever was inside. After about an hour of painstaking work, they pulled out a young woman whose breath were becoming shallower with every passing minute. The color seemingly drained from her battered face. Her eyes were greatly swollen, the light purple that circled around, daring to grow hair was stained redder with the blood that had pooled around her. The armor that once represented the galaxy's only hope for survival, was now barely held together by a thin strip of what now looked like just corroded metal,. The rich,white paint that laid over her armor and symbolized everything she and her crew stood for, the symbol that drastically changed her life in the last few years, was now stained with her blood and dirtied with debris.
"I..It's.. Shepard!" Exclaimed the youngest of the worker. He wanted to hold on to the impossible hope that the Savior of the Citadel had survived. The whole galaxy immensely mourned her death.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Grumbled the older man. "It's impossible for Shepard to have survived the blast. This is probably a bystander."
Regardless of their opinions, they rushed her over to a small tent.
"Quickly, radio in for help!" he yelled, the young man nodded and made a dash to gather proper help.
"K..ai..dan..?" Her voice sounded hoarse and weak as she unconsciously called for him. Her hands naturally clenched and unclenched as pain surged throughout her body, causing the nerves in her muscles to contract. Her eyes moved ever so slightly, in an attempt to open them, to no avail.
The worker knelt down beside her. His bright brown eyes fighting back tears at the sight of her. Something was telling him she was the one who saved them. Yet he unable to understand how someone could survive the injuries she had sustained. Regardless if she was Shepard or not. He shook his thoughts away and turned to her and simply smiled. "No ma'am." He tried to keep his voice from breaking. . "Don't speak, just rest, we will get you help soon enough."
