Mass Effect: The Butcher, The Hero and The Survivor

I do not own anything to do with the mass effect universe since all of that belongs to Bioware and EA. I only own my Oc Marcus Blackwood and any other Oc character's I decide to make while Verana Wolf is owned by Ketsueki No Kuki.


The story that makes a Butcher

Soldiers you all know what these Batarians did on Elysium and properly to other colonies who couldn't call for help so stay calm and fight hard since they get themselves into combat on a regular basis

Yes ma'am!

Good now lets move out, Eric take us in hard and fast!

Tony protect the left flank!, Winston lay down some cover fire!, Lisa on my word we're going to charge in with our biotics and attack them with our shotguns!

Ma'am Tony and Winston are severely injured what should we do?

Leave them we can't waste the medi gel on people who aren't going to make it

But ma'am!

Listen to me soldier even after we heal their wounds someone has to carry them and with those type of wounds they won't be able to walk let alone run and dodge gun fire and besides I need everyone with a gun in their hands for the final push

O-Okay ma'am sorry for questioning your orders

It's alright now everyone who is still able to fight come with me, Richard are the explosives set?

Yes ma'am all of them are ready to blow

Good now get back here this instant I'm setting them off in five minutes

Yes ma'am

*Kaboom!*

Is everyone alive?

There's only twenty of us left ma'am but we seem to be okay

We also found him ma'am in a pit of dead men, woman and Varren mostly a source of entertainment for these bastards

Is he still alive?

Yes ma'am despite his wounds he's still breathing though I can't say for how long

Alright then Henry get him in a shuttle and take him to Johnston to patch him up

Yes ma'am

What are we gonna do with them ma'am they decided to lay down their arms and surrender

P-Please humans we give up, we don't want to die,

Do you know what the word ironic means? because you begging for your life right now is exactly the way many innocent people begged you and your race to spare them if you didn't already made them slaves. And seeing how all of you were fighting so hard despite our overwhelming numbers you properly have a back up plan and will likely recruit more young and naive or old and racist Batarians to join your cause of freeing the galaxy of us humans and attack more colonies just so you can get revenge for this day

N-No we won't do that! P-Please I'm sorry forgive us! I'm so-! *Bang!*

Execute the rest of them, secure all possible exits and kill any one who is trying to retreat and lastly lets give our fallen brothers and sisters a proper burial when we return

Yes ma'am

*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!*

"V!" A voice shouted which snapped me out of my vivid memories and into the darkness of my bedroom where a shadowy figure was looming over me.

My N7 training kicked in and I instantly flared up with biotics and threw my left hand out sending the source of the voice away from me with a biotic push.

A loud thud and groan let me knew that the attack landed. I used this time to quickly take out the pistol I keep underneath my pillow and aim it at the figure I could now see since my eyes began to adjust to the darkness.

Though before I could do anything else I flew out of my bed and held in the air incapable of moving as the figure stood up as they kept their right arm covered in biotics extended.

"Damn V that's the last time I wake you up" A now familiar voice said with a chuckle as they walked over to the door and turned the lights on allowing me to see my brother standing there with a grin on his face.

"Wha-What are you doing here?" I asked with a confusing tone,

"I'm here because you called me yesterday saying that you was going to have a few drinks in Chora's den and that you wanted me to meet you at your apartment so you wouldn't break anything in a drunken stupor, I had to do some over time so when I made it here your apartment door was ripped of its frame and you was passed out on the couch with a bottle of vodka in your hand" Sirius said with a chuckle as he lowered me down onto the bed.

"Oh and by the looks of it you was trying to make a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich that was more burnt brick than tasty sandwich" He said with a smile as he showed me the burnt sandwich in the bin.

"After I carried you to bed and watched tonight biotiball match with the Krogan crushers destroying the Salarian rollers thirteen to six I went to check up on you and I saw you muttering commands in sleep and violently shaking, I called your name and shook you trying to wake you up and you responded by hitting me with an actually strong biotic push and drew a gun me" Sirius said before he gave me a concerning look I only saw he gain twice.

The first time when our mother died and the second time when our father went MIA.

"What's wrong V does it have anything to do with that payback mission for Elysium you went on a few days ago? Damn it I told Anderson you wasn't ready for a mission like that" Sirius said with a look on annoyance and anger on his face.

"No it's got nothing to do with any of that since I've been on plenty of missions before so don't go big brother mode on me alright" I said as I stopped his anger mini rant.

"I'm sorry V but what else am I suppose to do when my little sister is having nightmares which hasn't happen again since you was fifteen" Sirius said as he stared at me.

"Nothing because I'm grown woman for gods sake which means I don't need my big brother constantly worrying about every little thing I do" I said as I got off my bed and walked out of my room with Sirius following me.

"I know that you're a woman I can tell from the amount of alcohol you consume a day and from the scars that only a Krogan would love but I'm way older than you which means you are my little sister so its my job to worry about you so spill it since I'm not going anywhere until you do so" Sirius said in a commanding big brother tone which made me let out an annoyed sigh and place myself on the cozy black couch.

"Alright you wanna know what's bothering me, its the fact that I'm now known as the damn butcher of torfan from the higher ups in alliance and everyone who wants to hear the story of the biotic bitch that sent countless soldiers to their deaths to ferociously wipe out surrendering Batarians without mercy" I spat with anger rising in my voice as I remembered when a couple of asshole veterans where talking blatantly about me as I entered the mess hall.

"I'm sure not everyone thinks that way" Sirius said as he rested a comforting hand on my shoulder making me sigh.

"You're right the only people who seems to understand my actions is Blackwood and Shepard" I said as I smirked slightly as I remembered when John and Marcus started a fight with those assholes and we.

"Well if you want my advice if you think you did was the right choice then stick by your decision no matter what people think and say" Sirius said which made me grimace at him.

"That sounds like something dad would say" I said as I punched him in his shoulder which made him return a punch to me.

"That's because our old man did say stuff like that which is why despite his high rank with the alliance he had few people he could call friends" Sirius said as he formed a smirk "Which is also why you see hang around the same idiots after work since they are the only ones who actually stand by my side when I go against orders I don't like"

"So maybe you should stop fretting over people who are gonna dislike you, what you stand for and your opinion on things just because they can and for a whole number of reasons and start forming close bonds with the people who are actually willing to stand by you and up for you like your two buddies" Sirius said as he stood up and stretched himself.

I didn't say anything and thought about what he just said while I watched him walk over to my fridge and take out a bottle of slightly cold beer.

"Also Anderson told me that the guy you and your group rescued from that Batarian hell hole is named William McCall who just woke up and is wanting to speak to you in the doctor Michel's clinic where he is recovering" Sirius said as he took a wig from his bottle and sat down on my couch, kicked up his feet and turned my tv on to Blasto requiem for a reaper.

"Alright though you better be gone by the time I get back and don't finish off all of my booze" I said as I threw on a black jacket.

"Then you better hurry back" Sirius said with a laugh as I used my biotics to place my door back in place before leaving my apartment.


I stood outside doctor Michel's clinic while trying not to beat the crap out of idiots who was trying to whisper that I was the butcher woman from tv. I took a deep breath and calmed my nerves as I opened the door and stared at the brown haired doctor Micheal herself helping a young man in bandages with chin length brown hair, bright green eyes, fair skin and sharp yet smooth face sit up as they saw me enter.

When I saw that he had a smile on his face I began to think about what Sirius told me about making bonds and instantly forgot about all those people and gave him a firm yet equal hand shake as I pulled up a chair next to his bed and asked him why he wanted to see me after thanking me for rescuing him.


And that is the final psychologically profile what did you guys think. Next time begins with the attack on Eden Prime