She's the real Reaper
I think I made some bad choices in friends, sure the rest of the group will say hi and talk to me (one of them I'm even sleeping with, that one will talk to me no matter what) unless Ryan is there, fucker still won't grow up and talk to me. I guess some people just aren't fucking worth it. Prepare for something violent, I need to get some anger out. If you couldn't tell this chapter has basically no planning and has almost pure emotion fuelling it.
The first part will be a description and slight backstory since not everyone will have read 'Scattered Ashes'.
As a side note for a review on another story. If you don't think 'Spider' is a lore friendly name then go fuck yourself, it's the name I gave her because I liked it so screw off.
Spider's description: If you can't imagine it then just google "long pixie haircut" and pick a blonde one, you'll get the idea
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Loss is a powerful emotion. It changes people either for the better or for worse, Spider liked to think she was a healthy mix of the two. Her morals were often a very dark shade of grey and her violent actions are seen as brutal heinous acts that should see her condemned to the darkest pit for eternity. Yet in the end her goals are ultimately for the greater good because she would rather get shit done that risk another feeling the same loss she did.
Spider was lost, for a long time wandering alone. Isolated by her own mind. Her experiences made her want to end the life she had built. The life that had done so much good for the land. The life that had created a new one full of wonder and intelligence not seen before. Her son was the world to her, and the loving husband that helped make it happen. He and her son were argonian yet her magical prowess made the different species aspect obsolete, it was simple to conceive a child after getting past that.
Both of them were tortured and Spider was too late to save them and not as powerful at the time, all she could do was watch as they were executed and the racist crowd cheered for it. The streets were drowned in blood, and those ultimately responsible suffered far greater consequences.
Spider, she was imperial with stunning features. Her hair, a dirty blonde falling just above her shoulders from the back but gradually moved up a few inches near the front, a few strands were able to cover her eyes though she just brushes them to the side. This highlighted her high cheek bones and piercing green eyes that seemed to stare into a beings very soul and almost rip it from their grasp.
She's taller than average which means that not many people have a hight advantage over her, the body is well muscled and solid as a rock, or just about anything since her power has grown so much.
Spider siphons the power of all the souls she takes, that included not only dragons after the death of Alduin. She could take the soul of anything and trap it within her own so it was a part of her, if she dies so do they. Spider allows them some free will but can force them to act if she willed it, they all defend her from mental attacks and their magical energy from being souls fuel not only her magical power but her physical as well. Spider has used this to her advantage gain power enough to crush even a Daedra.
She limits her own power however in order to still take part in mortal affairs, but is known to unleash part of it if she feels threatened, that or someone she cares for is in danger.
Spider had told Shepard she needed to take a leave of absence and to drop her off at Omega. If she was needed then just to contact her and pick her back up, other than that if it wasn't an emergency then they were scheduled to meet in three days time at the docking station.
Her first day wasn't so bad, though there would be some thugs who disagree if they were still alive to say anything but they'd be found, eventually...
She managed to lodge with the young woman she'd saved, needless to say she was grateful for the rescue from what they would have done to her.
"You're famous around the galaxy you know." Alex said to Spider from across the table they were sitting at, drinking wine from identical glasses.
Alex had long black hair and a modest looking face that showed with her personality, though it was clear she was no stranger to violence what with living on Omega.
"I was made aware when I visited the krogan home world with Shepard. Though I still haven't been able to see this Citadel council, I think Shepard is intentionally hiding them from me." Spider replied before taking a sip of wine.
" I'm not surprised, those people wouldn't be able to send a rescue ship to a colony without arguing about the politics of such a move." Alex criticized.
"And by the time they actually send it it's mostly too late, the death toll is larger than it would have been had they not hesitated." Spider finished for her.
"Exactly! All they do is argue and act superior because they're species are on the council so they should have priority over others and make decisions about a species that isn't their own despite not allowing others to have a say in what happens to their species." Alex ranted with a passion Spider could relate to.
"This is a matter I will have to take up with them, it should be their responsibility to ensure fairness amongst all species. And take care of that Batarian problem that I hear so much about." She assured Alex.
"It's not all Batarians that are the problem but most of them take slaves and the council doesn't do anything about it." She informed the woman across from her who looked as if she were ready to take on hell itself, and win.
"You know, I actually heard about a slave trafficker that's doing a deal tonight by the docking station. You could make a difference and help those people."
Spider slowly grew a smile that seemed to be slightly more sinister than anyone would have liked. "I think I know some people who are about to have hope again
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It was dark on the station and by the time Spider got to the meeting place there was a line of slaves bound by handcuffs and guarded mostly by batarians but there were some turians. Likely Aria's people to get er cut of the deal.
Eight in total that were in sight plus whoever was on the Ship. There were four batarians close to the ship, two at either side of the entrance to the docking tube. The two turians were escorting the slaves towards them, one to the left at the front and the other at the back and on the right side.
Spider didn't waste any more time on watching them. Stepping out of the shadows in her daedric armour she was a demon in the fluctuating shadows that were cast over her by the light, some so old they flickered which added to the effect. It was the batarians that saw her first and in a panicked fashion raised their guns and fired upon her. The bullets bounced harmlessly off of her armour, not so much as a scratch.
The shooting caused the turians to turn around and do the same, the slaves cowered in fear of what was happening around them but were yelled at by their captors. So they stayed still, almost paralysed.
Spider just kept on walking through the hail of gunfire aimed at her until she came close enough to the first turian. Wasting no time she drew her dagger drove it through his head from under his chin, twisting the blade caused sickening cracks to resound from the action, all had ceased fire in the shock of their bullets having no effect and could practically feel the gut wrenching blow themselves. Ripping it back Spider took aim and threw it in the direction of the batarians managing to catch one of them through his neck. The man dropped his gun and feebly tried to remove the weapon, clawing at it as his life slowly drained away.
Spider then decided to draw her daedric sword, the wicked edged blade gleamed in the flickering light that seemed to grow more prominent.
Continuing on she reached the second turian but decided to throw a left hook which took him to the floor, temporarily out of action. Seeing this the batarians regained their senses and started firing again but only got a few rounds off when the tell tale clicks of no ammo started to fill the area. They weren't expecting company and didn't prepare very well.
Thinking they could rush her all four of them charged towards Spider with their guns being used as clubs. As the first one came close enough Spider thrust the sword into his gut before tearing it back out, adjusting her grip to a backwards style she waited for the batarian to drop to his knees to them swipe forth and decapitate the man. This was cause enough for two others to swing for Spider at the same time. Instead of dodging she turned to one on her left and parried, this move made the other attackers swing fall short of her by an inch.
The daedric blade easily cut through the gun Spider had parried and deciding to press the advantage she aimed low and sliced through his leg, also managing to injure his remaining leg with the blow, the bleed out would likely take care of him.
Spider turned back to her remaining foes, both of whom looked wary of her now. Too hesitant to attack that it left them open. Spider used part of a shout. "FUS!" This threw them off of their feet and landed with a crash. Spider had sheathed her sword and was standing over them when she heard something rushing towards her. Turning at lightning speed she caught the turian's face in her hand causing him to suddenly stop.
Spider slowly started to apply pressure to the guy's skull which eventually caused sickening crunches to be heard, that along with his screams of pure, uncontainable agony filled the night and struck fear into the very hearts of the last few batarians.
Spider was done with making a point and just crushed the turian's skull in her hand causing blood, bone plates and brain matter to splatter all over the floor and her armour. Turning to the remaining almost untouched batarians that were still on the floor, she conjured two small balls of fire in her hands and threw them at the shaking forms of the slavers. It brought a smile to Spider's countenance when their sizzling flesh overtook the sounds of their screams.
Having defeated her opposition Spider did what she had came here to do. It was time to free the slaves.
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I was listening to rock music because I felt angry but eventually moved on to stuff like Jakers! The adventures of Piggley Winks theme and Galway girl. Imagine me listening to those and writing the brutal scenes whereas the rock music got me through describing Spider. Weird huh?
Thanks for reading.
