Thank you to everybody for the charming reviews! Sorry if this chapter is a little girly. I do have the oddest pictures in my head of Shepard owning a frilly dress sometimes. (The same can be said for Jacob.)

One more chapter for this scene in the game then maybe I do the Romance one.


Chapter 3 Rescuing Garrus part 3

Shepard and Miranda jogged leisurely down the stairs as an alarm came into earshot. Following the steadily increasing noise they found the basement door and wandered inside. Across from the two women sat, because it didn't have legs to run away, a weapons locker.

"I'll wager there is none but sniper rifles in this locker." Shepard looked inside the rack of weaponry. "No, my folly. There is an assault rifle amongst the indistinguishable procession of sniper rifles. Mister Vakarian is in stringent necessity of diversity."

"Get to the console and close that shutter before they get through!" The turian chimed over the radio.

Shepard paused amidst her admiration of the turian's extensive collection and dropped the solitary assault rifle back into its holder. Gesturing to her companion to join her the two women continued to jog leisurely towards their target and hit the button to close the first shutter.

"Well, this seems adequately obtuse." Shepard sighed as she waited for the shutter to descend. "Rather dull work for the women, and wot, wot.

"Try a real man's weapon." An angry sounding krogan shouted from the opposite side of the shutter.

"Perchance do you aspire one of these, sonny Jim?" Shepard shouted back as she pulled a missile launcher off her back.

The krogan and his pack of vorcha came to a sudden halt, dropping their weapons in unison. A couple of the group backtracked the way they had come, whilst the krogan and three vorcha stood still like statues.

"Now that I have your undivided consideration I'm afraid I must insist you apologise for that horrid tone of voice you raised-" Shepard was cut off as the shutter suddenly slotted into place. "Oh, fiddle sticks!"

"There's two more shutters, get them closed fast!" Garrus called over the comm, once again.

"Come, Miranda." Shepard switched her weaponry back to something more suitable. "We have buttons to press for the men folk."

Shepard, pouting miserably from lack of adventure and being cut-off mid demand, took the left door into a new corridor filled with obstacles to jump. Apparently feeling it was too un-ladylike to simply jump the obstructions like Miranda, Shepard took to sitting on them before swinging her legs over the tops and reaching the opposite side gracefully.

"A lady should never, hop, jump or ride with parted legs." She raised an eyebrow in Miranda's, wide legged jumping, direction and received an equally disdainful look back.

"Here they come. There's not to many… yet." Archangel rang over the radio. "Ill take care of the bridge -- you close those shutters. We can't fight them on two fronts."

"He is dreadfully impatient." Shepard mused as she rounded a corner and came face to face with a flamethrower.

Screaming like a little girl, as the flames licked at her armour, Shepard dived behind cover ignoring the never parted legs rule. With almost a snicker of amusement Miranda went in the opposite direction using her biotic powers to lift the fire wielding vorcha into the air before slamming him against the metal floor below with a sickening crunch and snap of bone.

Continuing over the next barrier, the Cerberus agent made her way to the next shutter and flicked the switch. A few seconds later, the shutter dropped unceremoniously into place and she continued back to her commander finding her playing with the dead vorcha's flamethrower.

"Getting toasty by the fire is my one weakness." Shepard giggled and pranced back over the obstacles with her new toy.

"Just one more shutter. Hurry!" Garrus was getting excited now.

"We've got hostiles on the bridge, but we're holding." Jacob obviously less enthusiastic than his comrade.


"I'm going to need some help soon. They're getting more aggressive." Garrus was starting to sound desperate.

"I'll kill you!" A random vorcha screeched as he ran at the commander without a weapon.

Shepard eagerly accepted the alien's challenge, tightening her grip on the flamethrower in her hands. As the vorcha, shrieking a battle cry of indignation as he ran, came into range she quickly pulled the trigger unleashing a fury of fire.

"Get back here, Shepard. They're coming in through the doors." The turian yelled through the comm.

"Come, my adorable colonial ally." Shepard wafted the stench of burning flesh from her nose. "The master beckons us, come hither."