She's the real Reaper
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"I need help with my father." Miranda stated bluntly to the woman sitting across from her.
"Your father is the issue? How so?" Spider inquired.
"He is an evil man that I'm protecting my sister and myself from by working with Cerberus. Their the only ones able to keep him from finding Oriana and me." Miranda finished.
"How long have you and your sister been on the run?"
"As soon as I was old enough to realize what he was doing and as soon as I was able to steal Oriana away from him. She was just a baby at the time and didn't know anything about this." Miranda ended with a hint of something.
"I'm guessing something has changed?"
"He came for her. If it wasn't for Shepard I think.. no I know he would have succeeded. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to her."
"Rest assured that I will look into the matter. Whilst my magic is weakened in this universe I can still take some shortcuts to devise a tracking spell. He won't bother anyone ever again." Spider said the last words with a subtle darkness that was just distinct enough to notice.
What some people forget about Spider is that she was human, and being such has lead to her making mistakes in her now very powerful life. Mistakes that have changed her and what she thinks of others. Because of this attitude Spider has and how strong she is, it makes her very hard to defeat. Only a few have that honour, not because they can beat her physically but because she listens to them. The only ones who can beat Spider are her friends. Which makes it a very good thing Mr Lawson is not her friend.
"Thank you." Miranda replied. She sounded as if a great weight had been lifted. "I have work to do but if you need anything just let me know."
Spider nodded before rising from her seat and leaving the office/bedroom. Outside there were a few of the crew criticizing the chef's cooking.
"Hey Gardener! What did you put in this? It tastes just a little less like ass." One man said from his table.
Before Gardener could reply Spider intervened. "If you don't like it then starve or cook for yourself."
"That's not my station, it's-" He was cut off.
"It's what? Ship's food critique? Might as well be since I have never seen you move from that bloody table for the duration of my stay here." Spider said rather hotly.
The crewman didn't reply which was probably for the best since otherwise he may have been... well let's not say decapitated but certainly damaged.
Gardener gave Spider an appreciative nod when she walked past and she nodded in turn to the chef. Still continuing on her way towards the battery core Spider thought of how to start a conversation with Garrus.
No sooner had the door opened than Spider heard "Damn thing! Needs a charge but where am I supposed to get one strong enough other than drawing from the ship's defence systems?" Garrus said to himself.
"I would be glad to help you find this charge you speak of." Spider said from behind him.
"Oh really? And where do you suppose that you'll find one?" Garrus asked sarcastically.
"Although we have had disagreements I believe that you are the best example of a turian I have ever found." Spider said throwing him off guard.
"Why would you say that, I've always been told I was a horrible turian." Garrus spoke truthfully and finally turned around to look at her but only showed mild shock to what she wore.
From what I have read and seen, turians are a primarily military race that value order and law over almost anything, is that correct?"
Garrus nodded for her to continue.
"Well from what I have seen and heard about you, you don't see the point in many things other turians do and have a knack for strategies that will win enemy encounters even if those strategies are frowned upon by others. However you have a strong sense of justice that refuses to falter, this is what makes you better than the rest. Your different from the others in that what sets you apart from them is the same thing that allows you to succeed.." Spider finished.
"I'll one hundred percent honest when I tell you I understood none of that but will take it as a compliment anyway." Well not everyone understands greatness I suppose. "Now, you were gonna help me charge this."
Spider took a look at the panel Garrus had opened. It had three large inductors that looked like they could take a large amount of energy in and distribute to the system.
"How big of a charge is necessary?" Spider inquired.
"As big as you got I suppose." He shrugged.
Spider looked at him doubtfully but started to cast the sparks spell into the panel. It only took around ten seconds before she stopped as she sensed it would otherwise explode.
Garrus brought up some readings on his omnitool and was visibly surprised at what he was seeing. "With so much energy this pure we could run both the Normandy's defence and weapon systems at two hundred percent the standard for the next decade."
By the time he was done rambling about the implications of such a thing Spider had already gotten bored and left. What? Science wasn't that interesting to her.
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Taking the elevator down to engineering again Spider headed straight for Grunts room. It was about time she had spoken with the young krogan.
Upon opening the door Spider was greeted with a heavy shotgun pointed at her head. With a pleased looking krogan behind it.
"Go ahead darling, it's not like it will actually do anything." Spider pointed out as she walked over to take a seat on a nearby couch.
"You're crazier than Shepard if you believe that." He snorted. He kept the gun level but made no other move to threaten her.
"put the gun down, it's not as if I have any reason to harm you." Spider tried again to diffuse the situation.
"What makes you think you could?"
Damn it. Pride would be the death of her wouldn't it. Acting fast, Spider shot out of her seat and ripped the gun out of the krogan's grasp before he could even blink. When he finally realized what had happened, Grunt attempted a small charge at Spider which was met with a solid punch equal to the force that the krogan put behind his charge.
Feeling disoriented, Grunt fell a little and slouched against the couch while holding his head. By the time he looked up Spider had his gun held in such a way it looked as though she would snap it in half.
"Now, if your a good boy then you will get the gun back but if not then I think you can guess what will happen." Spider said to him as if he were a child.
Grunt suddenly laughed. "You put up a good fight for a human."
Handing the gun back Spider replied. "I would be thankful if I were just a human however fate had other ideas for me." Upon seeing the confused expression Spider elaborated. "I am the last of my species which is called a Dragonborn or Dovahkiin. Now I may have looked like a humanoid, beastfolk or elf but it was just chance that decided that factor really. However that does not distract from the fact that I am something much more powerful than just a mere human."
Grunt, grunted in response to Spider and was respectful enough not to pry further.
"Now, whilst I enjoyed speaking with you, the people on this ship just have a way of tiring you out don't they?" Grunt just nodded and waved when Spider left.
Bed sounds amazing right about now.
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