The Normandy was now but a few minutes away from landing at Ilium's central research and development center where Amelia had been promised a weapon or device that was intended for her father. EDI would start to pull the ship down out of atmosphere and descend down, as the ship gained more and more ground upon the landing area Amy and her Turian accomplice Kirsan made their way down into the shuttle bay to gear up for any unwelcomed guests.
"What do you think we might find down there?" Kirsan asked with a hint of excitement in her voice. "Maybe it's some kind of reaper weapon that can destroy frigates with one round, oh or maybe it's a suit of armor that can deflect anything?"
Amy would just laugh at her a little at her friend's current change in mood. "Or maybe it's a doomsday bomb that's going to blow up as soon as we touch it, leaving the galaxy to forever know that we destroyed Ilium" She'd say with a large and sarcastic grin she really did care for her crew and friends just like her father but at times it lead her to make brash comments or choices during missions, she even had a record of passing up a cache of N7 weapons because a marine under her control had been shot and rendered unable to move. Ever since, Private Kieran Halley hasn't been able to live down the 'Plasma shot to the thigh' incident.
"Amy you know after what happened on Sur'Kesh I don't like nuke jokes."
"I know Kirsan...sorry."
As the elevator arrived at the bottom floor the two walked out to meet a large platoon of between thirty and forty-five marines gearing up to take on any sort of threat that awaited them, but Amy spotted one man getting ready with a heavy rifle and bulky armor, she had to go over and say hello for old times' sake.
"Well, well, well look who we have here lads! no offence but you look completely like haggard shit Vega." She'd say with her arms crossed.
The marine she had referred to as 'Vega' would then stand straight and reveal his true appearance but with an all new rank. "Damn it, loco raised one hell of a kid." James would say as he reached his arm out and pulled Amy under his arm, messing up her hair just to annoy her. "Still the little trouble maker I see eh?"
Amy would just laugh as she broke free of the colossal man's grasp. "Yeah, it's good to see you again James." She'd add, patting him on his shoulder padding before heading to get all of the gear she needed though this for anyone would be a time to feel powerful and mighty for Amy it was a time of remembrance and grief. As she reached a large set of lockers with the N7 initials on them she pressed a large orange button and allowed them to open, revealing her mother's own set of armor that had been retrofitted and customized to suit Amy's own personal needs for both combat situations and just for show at the local shopping areas on the Citadel, something that went along the lines of 'Work, train, protect. It takes all these to become a specter, enlist today.' Every time that she opened that armory she'd always cry at the thought of her mother preparing for a war, every time she put on the gloves she'd feel how worn they were from battle, she'd still find bits of gravel in the boots from distant planets that her mother had been on, each helmet in the locker still had dried blood stains of the enemies that the commander had killed up close. And the breastplate still had the warmth of Shepard's body. Each piece of armor told the story of a hero who after three wars still managed to press on in life.
"Still missing her...eh loco?" James would ask as Amy just stood dead still, holding her mother's helmet in her hands.
"She killed a traitor to the galaxy, died and came back to stop another alien race and killed a force so powerful that they were only spoken of in rumors...and mom was killed off by a stray missile from a freedom fighter who thought he was protecting a civilian hideout when it was a front for Red Sand deals."
James would sigh a little and walk over to her side. "Hey your mom was one tough son of a bitch, she could stare a Krogan Battlemaster into submission without firing a single round." He'd then pat Amy on her ass a little and smile "Now come on loco junior, let's go secure us an Asari prize and tear down any ugly bastards along the way eh?"
Suddenly the ship would shake violently and then sound its power down sequence. "Shepard, we've landed at the LZ but I'm detecting a substantial amount of resistance between you and the commando unit I'd recommend splitting your troops into two groups and sending one to assist the evacuation of citizens, the others can follow you and James to the rendezvous point."
"Got it EDI." She'd say, walking across the room and using her hand to bang a weapons locker to get everyone's attention. "Alright listen up! We've had word that the War Dogs have been hammering the Asari's main forces at checkpoint alpha, so why don't we show the Blues how to take down a few mercs eh?" The hall then erupted in a mass of laughter and cheers as each solider threw on their helmets and cocked their weapons. "Alright first squadron will take units three through eight-alpha, head east and give the extraction teams some support."
"Alright!" James would call out. "The rest of you are with me and Shepard, our goal is to secure some kind of weapon that we were supposed to have in the war, keep your heads down and above all elseā¦" He'd then take his rife and hoist it into the air. "Get some!"
Amy raised her fist along with Vega, readying all of her troops as the cargo bay doors slowly opened, revealing a once beautiful city that was now a warzone between the Asari commando's and the War Dogs mercenary pack. "For the alliance!"
"For victory!" Everyone who was armed would shout as they charged head on into battle head first, determined to not only win but prove that Amy was up to her mother's standards.
[See you peeps in chapter 3!]
[Oh and on a few side notes 1. The War Dogs are a gathering of all the merc units from the game. 2. Amy isn't the main character, he'll be revealed at the end of Chapter 3.]
