To control the Reapers or bring their destruction…
In a small colony on Tuchunka the Krogan children played outside while being watched by a supervising female Shaman who was known by the name given to her by a Salarian doctor. Eve normally would not have done such menial tasks but ever since the war and all she had been through and seen, she found solace in watching children play. And she was so grateful to have the chance to even see children. Both because of the years without them due to the genophage, and because of the devastation caused by the Reapers. So many lost their lives. But these children did not know of those things. They did not know about war. They did not really understand the true horrors that was thrust upon the universe shortly before they were born.
Eve looked around her. For the most part, this colony had rebuilt colony was set up by the Shamans as a safe haven for children born during the genophage years. It had been hit by a few Collectors but not so bad that they had to really worry. Most construction was just to improve what had been built before, or to add new structures completely. Many Krogan parents were left alone and injured after the war and needed help. The Shamans offered limited but good aid. They still had their normal Shaman duties, but Eve had convinced them to open their doors for more kind acts during the current state of affairs.
She had learned that from Shepard.
She turned her attention back to the children. She watched as one came running in to the other children excited and telling the others something. She could not hear what was said but she imagined it was important because shortly after the child ran back and the other children followed.
Eve went after them. She was sure it was not something bad. But she also felt that something was not… right.
The children ran fast and she was not about to take off in a sprint. Not that she needed to in order to follow them. So by the time she reached them, they had settled down around whatever it was that they were there for. They were circled around the thing and at first Eve could not see it. But the children were asking questions. Was it a person?
"So you don't know what space is?"
"Or what kristings o'tras are?"
"Or what you are?"
They all giggled after each question. But when Eve heard the response, she nearly fell to the ground in shock.
"No. I'm sorry."
That voice.
"Am I supposed to? Am I not like you?"
That voice.
The children squealed, "NO! You aren't a Krogan!"
"Oh, then do you know what I am?"
Eve walked up and had to catch her breath. Sitting in a circle of children, unharmed, as if nothing had happened, as if nothing was wrong, was-
"Shepard?" Eve said aloud.
The woman in the center of children looked up and stared at Eve confused.
"I'm sorry?" the woman said. "Who?"
Eve walked up to the woman and looked at her. The human woman looked like Shepard. Sounded like her. But when Eve focused, she could feel that something… was not right. It was not wrong. It was not bad. But it certainly was not right.
Eve studied the woman for a moment. She looked like Shepard, but she was different. Shepard always had short, shaved hair when Eve saw her. This woman had long curls well past her waist. Shepard also had had scars. Some were from when Cerberus revived her. Some were simply from the battles of war. This Shepard smelled like Shepard, but also like something else. She smelled new. She had no scars. No wear on her fingers. Her skin was completely smooth. And she did not have hard lines on her face from endless sleepless nights. This Shepard also was not in clothing Eve had ever seen before. Least of all on Shepard. It was a simple white dress and nothing more. No designs. No adjustments. It fit Shepard well but, it was not was Eve imagined the Commander ever wearing.
The woman was not armed. She did not even have shoes. She just sat there. New. Fresh. Unaware. And in some ways, free.
But Eve could not get the feeling in her stomach to go away. Something was not right. And she had to make sure everything was okay.
She stepped forward and the children made room for her in front of Shepard.
"You are a human," Eve started "So no. You are no Krogan."
The children giggled and questioned among themselves what a human was doing on Tuchunka.
She turned around and made her way back to the temple.
"Follow me," she said without looking back. She had a lot to think about. This Shepard apparently would have few if any answers to the many questions Eve would have.
And Eve was sure that she was not going to be the only one.
This is actually being written by my sister who happens to have no sense of time so don't expect regular updates from her. But this is what she says:
"FemShep! And it's written to be a sequel and final Mass Effect story because that ending was messed up. And I was really annoyed that if I chose control, there is no way for me to survive. Like, I didn't choose control to be all Overlord. I didn't want to freaking kill EDI and the geth when I just went out of my way to save them! Why am I punished for that?
There aren't ratings here but warning, this is going to be rated M in my opinion just because ME is and I will be trying to push myself in the romance dep. Might not because it's not really my thing but..."