MASS
EFFECT:
THE NEW WORLD
EPILOGUE
20 Years Later…
The Citadel
They were rescued. The crew of the shipwrecked London. The Alliance frigates took the survivors back to Citadel space to be relieved of duty. Their jobs were over. They'd been through enough. Each man and woman who served aboard the London had seen enough combat to last a lifetime.
Then, they just went their separate ways, fell out of contact with each other. Got married, had children of their own. 20 years went by in relative silence.
Carver was one who never quite moved on. He still took an annual visit to the Normandy Memorial where he sat in contemplation on the events from two decades ago.
The memorial itself was a statue of the Normandy and below it carved into stone was the names of each and every crewman who died in service aboard the SSV Normandy.
Carver heard a voice behind him. "It's something isn't it?"
Carver turned around to see none other than Javier Reyes. Alive and well.
"Reyes. What are you doing here?" Carver asked, over joyed to see a familiar face.
Reyes chuckled. "Probably same reason you're here. Remembrance."
The two friends took in the Memorial's sight together in silence for a few moments. "That's something, isn't it?"
"It is, Javier. It really is."
On the stone wall beside the Memorial, where each name was inscribed. Each name they all knew. Tali'Zorah vas Normandy, Thane Krios, Jack, Jacob Taylor, Commander John Shepard, there was one more, a name fresher in the stones than the rest.
"Garrus Vakarian. Gallant Knight of the Normandy."
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Jeff Moreau stood with his son, John out in the middle of the field beside the crashed Normandy. Jeff had taken this time they had on this particularly special night to tell his son a story about his life beyond the stars.
"Did that all really happen?" John asked.
Jeff smiled. "Yes, but some of the details have been lost in time. It all happened so very long ago." he replied.
John looked up at his father. "When can I go to the stars?"
"One day, my sweet." Jeff replied.
"What will be there?"
Jeff glanced out at the stars once again. "Anything you can imagine. Our galaxy has billions of stars. Each of those stars could have many worlds. Every world could be home to a different form of life. And every life is a special story of it's own."
"Tell me another story about the Shepard." John pleaded to his father.
Jeff was a little unsure. "It's getting late but, okay… one more story."