Hello people! I am once again back, and I once again apologize for the huge, and genuinely unexpected delay. The first half of this month was simply flooded with the shitty shifts, which, for the record, leave me with about 2 hours on the pc out of the whole day. As some of you might know, 2 hours of writing (usually less, since I have other things to do as well) is simply not enough. On my day offs I spent my time doing other stuff too, like Saints Row the Third (awesome game) which is pretty irresponsible of me. But who cares about that? I got this chapter out and there are only 2 chapters left!
Now, without more delays, enjoy the new chapter!
Just as suddenly as everything started, as suddenly it finished. The crushing weight vanished, the blinding light dimmed, though I still couldn't see much and I could properly breathe again... for a total of a second until we crash into something. There's lots of noise and everything rocks violently and then we just stop. I groan and blink my eyes until I can finally see properly again. Oh, that explains why everything feels so strange. I'm upside down, still held by the harness. Shepard is already crawling out of the vehicle. "Is everyone fine?" she asks, her voice strained.
A chorus of affirmatives and grunts is her answer. I try to remove the harness but for some reason I'm finding some difficulties in doing it. Maybe it's all the blood that's rushing to my head, I don't know. Being upside down ain't fun. With a loud click, I finally release myself out of the damn thing and gravity does the rest as I fall to the floor... or the roof, whatever. I crawl out after Shepard and get my first look at what's going on the Citadel.
It's definitely depressing, that's for sure. It's dark and the only things that generate some light are the emergency lights and some trees that are on fire. What did the geth have against trees anyway? Why set them on fire? Ugh, never mind. We're on the presidium, right next to the elevator that should take us to Saren. The whole place is completely unnatural with how empty it is. I used to jog here every morning and it's always filled with people. I glance up makes my breathe hitch.
Lots and lots of ships. Some, the closer ones, are easy to identify but some are just small dots. Streaks of light travel from one dot to another. Several explosions light up the whole view, like small stars until they vanish, replaced by new ones. Several large ships, turian by their design, form a barricade at the edge of the arms to stop anyone from getting into the vicinity of the station. People are dying there but... I can't help but admire the view slightly. It's morbidly beautiful to see it from a distance. God, I'm fucked up.
The sound of grounding metal makes me look at the elevator, where a couple of those spikes, dragon teeth I think they were called, lowered a couple of husks as we got close. I pull out my pistol and start firing. A couple of rounds in the chest and a third in the head drops one hust. Just like in my old target practice on those old security mechs. A shotgun blast from Tali downs the second one.
"Saren must've been in a hurry if that's all he left here to stop us," Wrex remarks with distaste.
"I think he expected those walkers back in the Conduit to stop us," I point out. Indeed, if he would've left a colossus here... we'd be totally screwed.
"Not like we have any time to lose either. Come on!" Shepard barks out in urgency, running to the elevator. We climb inside and we start climbing up. After a couple of seconds, to everyone's surprise, everything shudders. The Citadel itself shudder. I look at the arms to see them slowly start closing and with some dread, I look at the turian barriace that is in the distance. I know what to look for and I spot it immediately. Out of a dust cloud it comes out, red lightning arcing around it ominously, without slowing down, not really giving a damn about the turians firing at it. It simply rams through one of the ships like it's not even there and enters the Citadel just the arms close behind it. It's impossible to mistake the enormous dark ship for anything else.
Sovereign is here.
"Damn..." I breathe out, admittedly in awe. "That thing's huge..." the Reaper is only getting larger as it flying closer to the tower we're climbing. This is actually the first time I'm seeing Sovereign, a Reaper, in person, and I honestly wish I didn't. How the hell are going to defeat an army of these things? It reaches the tip of the tower, where the Council chambers are and settles down there. A second later, our elevator stops in place.
"Suit up! We're going outside!" Shepard orders and we do just that. I check my seals, make sure my inbuilt oxygen supply is full and activate the magnetic boots. I've never actually had to use them before but... well, let's hope they work! Shepard shoots out the glass window and steps outside. It's awfully bizarre watching Shepard fall down out of the elevator, only to come to a stop barely after barely a meter of falling and just stand there on the wall beneath us. Even weirder to see everyone else doing it.
Okay... this should be simple enough! The small icon on my HUD tells me the mag boots are ready. I lean out of the elevator just like Shepard did and for a second I expect to fall down but instead I just... hover there. Oh. Ooh. Wow. I'm floating! Damn, so this is how it feels to be outside of gravity! Uh.. oh shit. I'm floating away! I quickly move my left to the floor, or the wall in this case, and to my relief I'm pulled to the surface. With a clang, they latch on and I shakily stand up. That was close. I can still walk easily enough but it takes some force to tear my feet off the surface. I won't be running around though, that's for sure. At least not with actual speed. Or maybe I just need practice, because Shepard is breaks into a light run, not hindered by her mag-boots in the slightest. Ugh, I probably have to calibrate them or something...
Shepard once again takes the lead. I clumsily follow everyone, still getting used to how this works. I can still run, well, sort of, but I need to do this weird hopping thing in order to make a step without the boot magnetizing to the floor mid-step. "Your first time?" Tali asks.
By the Nine Hells, even Tali knows how to properly do this, and she's younger than me. "If I knew how to properly move like this, I doubt I'd be looking like an idiot... like I'm doing right now," I grouse. "I take you did this before?" I ask in curiosity as we move further up the tower.
"There were a couple of times. One time we had a malfunction that caused the ship's gravity to turn off for a short while. The other time I was helping fix the exact same problem," she explains.
"Good for you," I say. "At least you don't look like an utter moron now," I drawl out as I struggle to keep up with everyone.
We descend to what a tunnel adjacent to what I assume is another elevator shaft and a second later I'm proven right when another elevator flies past us and stops just a way ahead of us. A split second later, glass shatters and several geth troopers file out of the elevator. We quickly take cover behind pillars and support frames and open fire. The ones closest to us are taken care of almost immediately. Since I still have the handgun, I don't bother switching it for the rifle yet. I open fire at the distant geth, not really expecting to actually hit them, but I do drive them back to cover, which give the rest of my team ample time to advance.
Kinda freaky if you ask me. The geth we just killed are just floating in place here aimlessly. Wrex doesn't really care, barreling through the lifeless platforms as if they're not even there. A well placed singularity causes the rest of the geth to leave their cover, those unlucky stuck floating aimlessly while the two that did escape it's grasp were quickly downed by Wrex.
With that, nothing else is shooting at us. "All clear," I announce needlessly. So what? I love saying that. We clear the tunnel and come out to a narrow passage filled with several large pillars. I'm not even going to try understanding the architectural design of this place. A couple more geth troopers are waiting for us there but before I can do anything Wrex pulls one to him biotically, tearing it off the ground and once the trooper floating close enough, he shot a blast from his shotgun in point blank range into the troopers head. The geth floats past Wrex, now without a head, and the krogan turns to the second trooper, who doesn't manage to do anything before a round tears through it's flashlight head and sends it floating away.
A rocket flies right over Wrex' head and our attention is immediately diverted to a destroyer on the other side of the passage. Oh, nope, there's two of them! The second one is charging us, and he's closing in fast. Luckily for us, I know exactly what to do. "Lift him!" I yell out. Shepard does exactly that. There's a blue pulse and the destroyer floats up, still keeping the momentum it build up in it's charge. It rises up, further and further away from us and out of reach. Shepard and I look at it's path for a couple of seconds before we turn back to the second destroyer, who just now got some backup in the form of a krogan. That was embarrassingly easy. Maybe the second destroyer will put up an actual fight.
I hear the telltale crack of Garrus' sniper rifle and a split second later I see the krogan collapse to the ground. What the... holy crap! Garrus let's out a triumphant bark of laughter and sets his sight on the destroyer. Goddamn. One shot, one kill. That's damn impressive, considering it's a krogan!
Wrex biotically launches himself at the last destroyer, knocking the hulking thing away from him. If gravity actually worked here, the destroyer would've probably got up. But here, the force of that charge sent the destroyer flying off into the wall and from there it slowly floated closer to the ground... but not fast enough. A couple of shotgun blasts to the flashlight head silences the destroyer for good. Wrex grunts what I started calling his disappointment grunt as he gave the destroyer a kick. "Is that all?" he asks aloud.
We move around the corner right into a literal wall of barriers up the path, which was quickly followed by a hail of gunfire. Luckily, despite being one of the first to move around the corner, I manage to get behind cover before any of these rounds get me. Still, this was a very close call. "Dammit, you just had to ask, didn't you?" I ask angrily, glaring at Wrex, who simply barks out a laugh and envelops himself in a biotic barrier and charges right up the elevated path.
With Wrex leading the charge, the geth are no match for us. Since he's the first one out of cover, they concentrate their fire on him, but with the barrier, his shields and his heavy armor he can soak up a surprising amount of fire from them. Not that there is any need for it anyway, because once we follow him they are easy targets for us.
We climb up the path and more geth reinforcements arrive to stop us. Or try to stop us, more accurately. A bunch of them take cover behind this... gun thingy, I guess, and refuse to budge. Well, to quote Shepard, we ain't stopping. I move around the thing to flank them with Liara following me close behind. I give her a quick look and make a pushing gesture with my free hand. She nods immediately and runs in front of me, biotics already flaring. We move around the thing and Liara launches her biotic push at the four geth that were just sitting there. The first geth crashes into the second and then they both crash into the third. One thing leads to another and in the end we have a bunch of tangled geth platforms flying off into the air. Or vacuum. Whatever. With path cleared, we move on.
Ugh, this just gives me all the wrong shivers. Sovereign is just getting bigger the closer we get. "Man, this thing is creepy," I remark as I look at it moving around the tower.
"Try talking to it," Shepard replies dryly. "That's even worse."
Further up the road I can tell that the resistance lessened. Other than two geth and another trio of destroyers, they don't launch that many geth at us.
Gotta say, the game is misleading as hell. There are awesome music there, explosions and whatever. Here, its rather rooted in reality, so there is no sound in space. It's all deathly quiet other than our own voice and our comm. It's giving me the creeps. Thankfully, we don't have to rely on sound as much because the shadow that passes over us causes us to look up and spot the geth dropship that flies dangerous low. Aw, shit. I think I remember this part. We follow the dropship's path and come to an open area, with said dropship blocking our way. A hatch opens on the dropship and multiple platforms drop down to engage us. I look around and stop several cannons, just waiting to be used. Yeah. I definitely remember this part. We have to hijack the cannons and defend them until they blow up the dropship. "Shepard!" I catch her attention and point at the cannons. "Use those things!"
Without replying Shepard rushes over to the closest cannon while the rest of us handle the ground units. Good. This will be over in a minute! Unless... Shepard suddenly decides to not activate the cannons and run away from it instead. The hell? All is explained when a second later a large bolt of energy hits the cannon and engulfs it in a large explosion. When the light show ends, there's nothing left of it. I look at where the bolt came from and see the dropship's cannon turning towards the second defense system and unleash another bolt, taking it out without difficulty, before doing the same to the third.
What. The. Fuck!
This never happened in the game! How... why... by the nine goddamned hells, how the fuck are we supposed to get rid of the dropship now!? "Get down!" Garrus yells and someone yanks me down to the floor when the dropship let's out a shot at our location. I'm so shocked by this turn of events that I stopped paying attention to the battlefield. Shit. I think this is going to take a while longer than I initially thought. Another bolt flies overhead, keeping us stuck in place and unable to do much against the advancing geth platforms. Yeah. A lot longer.
I risk rising out of cover and let out a volley of fire on the closest shock trooper. I take it out but the dozen or so geth platforms around it force me back into cover before I could do much else, but I did have enough time to see the dropship charging another shot. And then, like a gift from the gods, a small pair of glowing things, like streaks of light, slam into the dropship and erupt in a large explosion. This effectively brings the battle to a short stop as everyone, including several geth, turn to look to see what the hell is happening. The geth dropship is still hovering, but there are a couple of small holes on it's hull. And then four more streaks of light slam into it and engulf the whole thing in a one mighty explosion. There's a burst of static in our comm channel before a salarian voice breaks through. "It looks like you needed some assistance," he said, almost apologetically.
Not a second later I see exactly where those streaks of light, the missiles, came from. A gunship, a mantis gunship if I'm correct, comes flying over us and opens fire with it's machineguns. The geth try to shoot back but against that thing they're unable to do much. What catches my attention though, is the black-armored turian that's attached to the side of cockpit, apparently holding for dear life? What the hell is he doing there? And then, the turian simply lets go of the ship. At first, I think he was planning to jump down to the geth, but then I remember that there is no gravity here and to my horror realize that the turian will now float aimlessly until he crashes into something. Then, for the second time in the span of 4 seconds, I'm proven wrong again, when steams of fire come out of several places on the armor and the turian literally flies into the throng of remaining geth. Oh my god. Is that a fucking jetpack?!
The turian lands in the middle of what remained of the geth, a total of three geth platforms, blasts the first one away with his shotgun – which he was holding with one hand, I have to add – and then slams a long, serrated dagger into the second's visor and turns to the last one, who just raised it's rifle in a futile attempt to defend itself. "Enough," the angry turian growls, a voice I instantly recognize. He slams the dagger into the base of the geth's neck, causing the white fluid that flows through these platforms to spray out. "is enough!" he yells out, yanking out the blade and cutting off the geth's head along with it, quickly following with a point blank shotgun blast to the platform's abdomen, which tears everything apart and causes the torso to disconnect from the legs. "I've had it with these motherfucking geth, on this motherfucking station!" with that, he kicks the legs away, letting the poor platform float away in three pieces.
Needless to say, I'm stunned. Everyone else too. Mostly because I know who it is. "Joe?! What the fuck?" I exclaim in pure shock.
The turian, obviously Jorrun, turns around to look at us, casually placing his shotgun on his shoulder. "Hah! Should've known it would be you up here."
"What's all..." I'm fighting for words here so in the end I simply gesture at him. "this!"
To say the least, Jorrun's gear look totally badass. It's all black, with some gray camo patterns on it. A bandolier of grenades is strapped around his chest and what suspiciously looks like a grenade launcher is on his back, along with an assault rifle. He casually wipes his serrated blade on his shoulder pauldron before he places it to the sheathe on the bandolier. "This? Ah, just decided to wipe the dust off some of my old equipment from military days."
"That's not regular military equipment," Garrus remarks as he inspects Jorrun's armor. No shit! This thing has inbuilt jetpack!
"Who says I was in regular military?" Joe shoots back.
"Not that I mind the help, but what are you doing here?" Shepard breaks into the conversation.
"When the geth suddenly pulled their forces back and directed everything they had to this place, we just had to see why. Imagine my surprise when I saw who's causing all this mayhem," he explains and looks at me. "despite common sense, for whatever reason, the Don decided to believe you. Now everyone's fighting back, and with the big guns this time," he says, jerking his head in the direction of the gunship which just came back into my sight.
Holy shit! My plan worked! Hah! Unbelievable! I hoped they'd at least prepare, but something like this? Unbelievable. "So what's the situation?" I ask.
"We're kicking ass and taking names. At least until they retreated to stop you guys. That's why everyone's heading here now. And... well, you look like you could use the help," he finishes with a chuckle.
Simply awesome. "I won't mind an extra gun," Shepard agrees.
"So where are you heading?" Jorrun asks as we start moving forward.
"Saren's at the Council chambers. If we don't get there fast enough, more of those things," she points at Sovereign, "will show up."
Jorrun silently gazes at the Reaper for several seconds. "Damn. That will be a bad thing, that's for sure," he turns to Shepard. "Alright, you can count on us. We'll get you there in no time."
"Thanks," the Commander says.
"This is Jorrun. I'm with Commander Shepard. She must get to the Council chambers as soon as possible," he says through the comm. "if she doesn't get there in time, we're screwed, so get your asses to the tower on the double!" there's a chorus of short replies. He turns to us. "Now let's kill some geth, shall we?" he asks.
Wrex barks out a short laugh. "Hah! I like your attitude, but don't be in my way when I'm tearing them apart."
Jorrun gives Wrex a good look and lets out a snort. "Only if there'll be anything left for you once I'm done with them," this seems to amuse Wrex more than annoy him, since he lets out another laugh.
Awww, why can't my friend get along nicely? Bah, at least it's not open hostilities.
Oooh, I remember this part. Mostly, I remember how much I hated it when I played through it the first time. It's that large open area, with the geth missile turrets and shitload of geth. All in all, now that I think back to it, the place wasn't that difficult in theory, but in practice, it was simply annoying. Those turrets had a ridiculous firing range, and an even more ridiculous accuracy. I had to constantly move to avoid those damn rockets, and since the AI controlling my squadmates kinda sucked, they always died. The fact that those missiles usually killed me with one hit didn't help me at all. How many times did I die because I failed to keep track of all the turrets? Too many, if you ask me.
And now... I'm here in my own person, about to face the same annoying hell I faced in the game. I can't deny that I feel a little nervous about this. So far I've encountered too many variables to expect things to stay as they were in the game. This area will be different, and not easy.
Of course, it would be that way if I wasn't responsible for one variable in particular and now we have reinforcements to help us in this part. More accurately, a couple of dropships worth of reinforcements and five gunships.
Oh yeah. We're owning this place.
Not to mention I'm being thoroughly amused too, considering Ride of the Valkyries is flooding the comm. as the gunships approach their destination.
"Would you cut it out?" some turian yells angrily. "we need this channel clear!"
"No can do!" the one responsible for the music, obviously a human, yelled back. "This is tradition! Tradition! Now I don't go whining about you sharpening your silly ceremonial knives or your nonexistent spirits, so don't you start whining about our ritualistic songs!"
I hear Shepard snorting in amusement at that and I can't help but snicker myself. Since when the Valkyries is a ritualistic song? Well, it's been 150 years since my time... so anything could have happened! I don't mind either way.
And so, to the sound of this amazing song, we started our ground assault. There are around twenty of us with the reinforcements we just received, all of us in various states of combat readiness. Most of them, like us, wore armor and carried heavy duty weapons like assault rifles, shotguns or heavy pistols, though some of them apparently thought that the minimal equipment should be enough for them, like that guy who I just passed, who only wore a jacket and a clear mask that allowed him to breathe in the vacuum, carrying only a pistol with him.
Someone suddenly comes into my view, slowing down enough to run by my side. "Alexander," he greets me. Huh? I have no idea how he knows my name, because I sure as hell don't know him. Or at least, I think I don't know him. He has this accent that makes me think like I should know him.
He's wearing a black light armor, which is familiar to me for some reason as well, and a featureless black helmet, without even a visor. He's carrying a pistol at the moment, but he does have an assault rifle on his back and a... sword? A katana sword to be accurate. Huh, there's only one guy who I kinda know who carries a goddamn sword to battle. "Honda?" I ask with a bit of hesitation and a little bit recognition.
"Correct," the man nods. "It seems that you're wishing to be involved in every major event on the Citadel," he remarks. Man, this helmet of his is weirding me out. With regular helmets, I can just look into the visor, because I know they're looking at me through that visor. With this helmet, I have no idea what to look at, with it being basically a blank metal plate.
"Heh, what can I say? I love interesting things," I reply with some amusement. I also apparently have a deathwish, because in this place interesting is usually means 'things shooting me'.
Honda chuckled good naturally at that. "Something we have in common then," he remarks.
I'm about to continue our impromptu conversation but a missile interrupts me as it flies overhead. Someone screams 'scatter!' and that's exactly what happens. Everyone suddenly scatters to the side as MA rounds start flying around. Ugh, I was so caught up in that conversation that I completely missed that we're already on the battlefield! Moron!
I immediately follow Shepard to cover as another rocket flies in our direction. The turrets shot a couple more rockets at our group until they changed aim at the more threatening targets: the gunships. For a moment, the air above us is filled with missiles, a breathtaking sight in itself in my opinion, and then soundless explosions brighten the area. The energy barriers around the turrets could take some rounds, but against missiles they were simply useless. In just a moment, one of the turrets was destroyed and the gunships opened fire with their chainguns.
"Move it!" Shepard barks as she leaves cover and charges ahead. With the turrets properly distracted, we just have the geth troopers to deal with. No need to yell! I climb over the elevated... thing, and run after Shepard. No points in going through all those passageways between those platforms since it'll just slow us down. We're taking the straight path to our destination.
I reach one of the gaps, where a lone geth is waiting for me. I leap over him, opening fire as soon as I see him. The geth let's out a couple of shots, but I'm faster. My shields drop to 80% but my rounds tear him apart. With my jump I clear the path and I'm preparing to land without losing speed but... I simply continue floating forward. Well...
Shit.
It's weird that I'm not actually that worried about all the possible bad things this might do to my health, like floating off the battlefield and being an easy target for the geth. Nah, I'm more worried about how embarrassing this is, and how stupid I look like this. I might as well try to be useful. I shoot out a couple of bursts at a geth that raised his head too high and scored a headshot with the second burst. Sadly, the recoil made me lose my rather comfortable position and made my upper body lean back. Great. Now I'm floating horizontally. I wave my arms around in hopes that it might help me align myself back to my former position, and it might've worked had there been gravity at this place, but since there wasn't, the only thing I accomplish is basically look like an idiot. Now I wish my armor had jetpacks like Jorrun. Hm, I'm floating like this for almost half a minute and no one bothers to shoot me yet...
By the nine goddamned hells...
Someone takes pity on me and yanks me down by my foot. Whoever it is, they don't really pull me to the ground, but they give me enough momentum to float to the floor. My feet clamp to the floor and I start moving again, this time avoiding any jumps. I say a quick thanks through the comm. hoping my rescuer would hear it, and move at double speed to catch up with Shepard. My eyes land on one of our guys who was floating in place, unmoving with a few large red round drops of blood floating around him. That's just a bizzare things to see. I tear my eyes away from the sight and turn my attention back to the fight.
Jorrun is spotted immediately. I see him blast off the ground to fly over a group of huddle geth. With his thrusters he pushes himself left and right to make himself a difficult target but I'm more captivated by his grenade launcher. The launcher spits out two projectiles and silently, but brightly the geth are engulfed by a large explosion that tore them apart. Hm, Joe's not actually flying or anything, he just uses his thrusters to push himself and let momentum do the rest. Now, I'm interested in knowing how this thing works in gravity!
A gunship passes over us, raining death down on the geth in the form of mass accelerator rounds. I spot Wrex crushing into a geth destroyer, sending it flying away. Next to him, Honda literally slices a geth into three pieces with a flurry of movements before he dashes to his next target. I can't seem to find Shepard or anyone else anywhere. Well, I might as well follow Wrex since he's the closest to me.
The turrets are gone, so the only thing standing in our way are the geth troopers trying to stop us. Keyword, trying. With the gunships now flying above us, launching missiles and chaingun barrages, the geth stand no chance against us. When I reach Wrex I see him shooting another destroyer and I quickly move to help him but one of said gunship pilots decides to do the same thing. A barrage of heavy rounds slam into the destroyer, making it stumble and then fall down, where the rounds proceeded to tear it apart. Wrex stops shooting and simply stares at the remains of the geth for a long moment – if he wasnt wearing a helmet, I can almost guess that his expression would look similar to one a child would have if his candy was stolen right from his hands – before he turns to look at the gunship. "Hey! That was mine!" he growls out angrily, even waving an angry fist at it.
"Don't care!" a human voice replies, presumably the pilot.
Wrex grumbles angrily and moves on and I follow him, chuckling to myself. We move down a path into a small passageway and move past a couple of downed geth but what catches my attention is the large gathering of people on the far side. Most importantly, Shepard and the others are there.
"Took you long enough," Shepard remarks with annoyance clear in her voice.
I decide to remain silent. Not the time to recount my Moment of Maximum Embarrassment of the Day. Anyway, from where we're standing, I guess that we're at the end of the road. There's a small hatch on the floor and I know exactly where it'll take us.
Something lands in front of me, scaring the shit out of me for a second before I see that it's just Jorrun. "Alright, we cleared this place. There a couple of geth dropships heading to this location, but our gunships should take care of that," he says casually. He gives us a long look, his gaze staying on me the longest before he turns back to Shepard. "You go on. We'll handle everything here."
"Thanks again," Shepard says earnestly. "And I wouldnt stay here if I were you. Once we manage to open up the Citadel, the whole fleet will be here and your men will get caught in the crossfire," she warns.
Jorrun let's out a short snort. "Heh, they're not my men, but sure. I'll relay that message. Good luck in there," he says and gives me another look. "Don't do something stupid and get yourself killed," he says and starts walking away, but not before adding something in his departure. "put a round into his head for me, will ya?"
"Got it," I reply.
"I was saying that to Shepard..." Jorrun says with a laugh and jumps away, leaving me to grumble in annoyance. Damn that Joe, always making me feel incompetent, even when it's not true.
I turn to look at the people I've spent the past... how long has it been? Almost two months? A little bit longer? I wasn't really counting the time but it sure feels like it's been much longer. All this time, we've been fighting together, side by side and that just... it simply created a special bond between us. Nothing mushy, simply a form of trust, knowing that we will always watch eachother's backs in a firefight. It's the kind of trust that's built during battle. Just like with Jorrun and the crew, this makes them more than just friends.
We all exchange long looks, as if the same thoughts go through their minds as well, until Shepard looks at Wrex. "Would you do the honors?" she asks, gesturing at the hatch.
"Gladly," the krogan says with a nod and reaches down to pull it open.
This is it. I can't believe it, but this is it. At some points I didn't think it'll happen, but we're finally here. This is the end. Beyond this hatch, is the End, with the capital E.
This is the final showdown.
Awwwww yeah. As you can already guess, the next chapter is the final showdown against Saren! Now, I'm not going to say anything so instead I'll be honest. I have no idea when the next chapter will be out. Due to MANY changes at work, mostly me getting a new boss, there's a lot of things that keep me busy, much to my dismay. Either way I should manage to get some writing done in the days off, or after work when I get the good morning shifts. As I said before, the chapter after the next one will be the last one. Damn. Still can't believe this...
Anyway, thank you everyone for reading this story, and special thanks go to everyone who reviewed! Your support does wonders to me! Thank you again! Now, feel free to tell me what you think, or suggestions and so on! I love your input so feel free to speak freely! Don't stalk from the shadows. Come to the light! Leave a review! Or a PM. Whatever you wish. Thanks again, and until next time, Delvaro out!
