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REVELATIONS

He stalked through, dripping molten sparks to the floor as he went. He came to an open door, which had two signs. The one on the right said 'Docking Bay'. He was about to turn right when the door at the end of the hallway to his left opened and a man bolted through.

Cole shot a bolt at the panel, sealing the door shut behind the man.

"Whew, thanks man! What was that? Lightning? Or a Reegar Carbine? Name's Jacob Taylor. You?" Cole turned away, and walked to the Docking Bay door, blasting it open again. The black guy just stood there gawping. His mini-afro curling in the static let off by the man. He turned to the woman running behind him.

"Uh… Did I say something?"

"No, he just read a log terminal. I had a look- something about him being raised from the fucking dead instead of staying with his wife. The place was torn down around her when the excavation team left. On a man called Wilson's orders…?"

"Oh, I know Wilson. Never thought he'd stoop that low to save credits. All exhumed bodies should be properly re-interred. Cerberus protocol- we value our ancestor's trials, Commander. And not all of us are xenophobic."

"Cerberus… I know you… You're the human supremacist group that's been getting big for their boots!"

"Nope. Only some cells have been getting antsy- the rest of us, like this one here, are so top-secret, only the Illusive Man kn- shit where's MacGrath?" Taylor bolted for the still-smouldering doorway, following the trail of broken doors and molten sparks.

He approached computer room C, just as Cole found Wilson.

"You! You- What happened to Trish? Why didn't you bring her back? You brought her back, but not Trish? You tumbled our tomb down over her, without one last shred of respect? Who do you think you are?!" Cole was so furious, every time he moved sparks flew off and singed the walls and floor. If he wasn't careful, he'd kill Wilson.

"Cole, put him down! Now isn't the time to do this, we need to get off the station, then we can rake his brains about what he has and hasn't done!"

Cole swung around and glared at her. His eyes had turned bright blue, glowing with barely restrained energy. They slowly dimmed, as he let Wilson sag to the ground, choking on the newfound air.

"We'll sort all this weird shit out when we're away from here. I want to know about your powers, and you still need to know more about this time. Come on."

Yara took a pot-shot at the explosive container blocking their way, which rebounded and smacked Wilson in the arse. He howled in pain as he felt his buttocks fuse together. Cole smirked.

And then booted him so hard the man flew the length of the hallway. He skidded to a stop at the door. Yara raised her eyebrows at him. Cole smirked again.

He then blasted the door through again, and picked up Wilson by the scruff of his shirt, and carried him the rest of way.

At the docking bay, Miranda stood waiting. She turned her head and gunsight to the sound of a massive explosion- the access door just blew in, and straight out of the bay doors.

A strange sight made its way through the smoke. A tall man with closely-cropped sandy hair walked long strides towards her, dragging a crying man- Wilson. The tall man wore a tight-fitting bodysleeve under a set of N7 Armour. His boots clunked along the metal decks like a ticking down to doomsday. His expression stood out like light in the dark- utter disgust and hate on such a kind face. A shorter woman strode next to him, with shoulder-length red hair tucked behind her right ear. She also wore N7 armour, and looked slightly upset. Jacob trotted along behind like a good guard dog.

"Took you long enough. We need to get out of here before more mechs arrive." She said, pointing at a pile of broken robots. Cole looked up from the quivering man and said,

"Lock this guy up. I'll talk to him later. Don't. Kill. Him." His face was terrifying, even to her- and she'd faced down a horny Yahg.

"R- right. Get on board, and we'll get to a safe place." Jacob raised his eyebrows. Miranda stuck her tongue out. She really should stop flirting with everything that moves. It gave the wrong impression. Although… the Jacob was quite hot.

Just before everyone got on the shuttle, Cole turned around. He could feel the mass of electricity in this place… unable to be earthed… He smiled. He felt the same.

Leaning over, he placed his hands on the metal deck. Suddenly, he tensed, as he drew as much power into himself as possible. Energy flowed into him, seemingly without end. There must be a generator for this much power… Cole could feel his powers coming back to him, one by one. Shockwave, Ice Grenade, Megawatt Hammer, Hellfire Rockets, Static Thrusters, Gigawatt Blades, even Firebird Strike. Nothing with a colossal damage potential, but he'd get some more anyway. He could feel the power differences since his last time alive- he'd been the most powerful then, and he was ten times that now. Even with only the two hundred year old vestiges of his core, he could overload their weapons and make them do things.

He'd get some new powers, and then bring this organisation to its knees for disturbing Trish and killing so many. Or, he'd rip apart the guilty, and form a new organisation from the shreds. One that benefitted mankind by cooperating with the… xenos?

Cole turned around, ignoring the shocked faces of those in the shuttle.

Miranda and Jacob sat on one side of the shuttle, and Cole and Yara on the other. Wilson lay whimpering on the floor between them, clutching his fused backside. Miranda had refused him medi-gel on the grounds of him being a traitor.

"Shepard, before you meet with the Illusive Man, I need to ask a few questions to evaluate your condition." Miranda said.

"Come on Miranda, more tests? Shepard took down those mechs without any trouble. That has to be good enough." Jacob insisted, looking a bit disgruntled.

"It's been two years since the attack. The Illusive Man needs to know that Shepard's personality and memories are intact. Ask the questions." She ordered. Yara cut in.

"This is a waste of time! I feel fine!"

"OK, records show that you were a spacer kid. Raised mostly on one ship or another. You enlisted on an Alliance Military ship and won a medal during the Skyllian Blitz. Sound familiar?"

"Too many lives depended on me holding my position. I held it. Can we stop these questions?" Yara was frowning, obviously annoyed that they didn't take her word for it.

"It was damn impressive- I've got friends who were there. Now, are we done, Miranda?"

"Almost. On Virmire. Saren's cloning facility. You had to leave one of your squad behind. Kaidan Alenko died in action, left behind. Why?" Jacob looked very uneasy asking this- you never questioned a superior officer's wartime decisions.

"I… I left him behind, but not casually. It… hurt to lose a close friend, an ally. But it was him or all of us. I couldn't condone allowing Saren to kill the two hundred plus crew if Kaidan took his time! He- he told me to leave him. To nuke the place, make sure no clones left the planet. He wanted to save our lives, and he will be remembered for it!" Yara had tears in her eyes thinking about her friend, and the sacrifice. She had a small 'K.A.' tattooed on her inner left wrist. A reminder. She was rubbing it now, thinking of his happy-go-lucky attitude.

"I understand Commander. I wasn't questioning you, I was making sure you had recent memories too. I was an Alliance soldier, I don't question my superiors…"

"It's OK, I just- Kaidan was a close friend." Yara took a deep breath, and steadied her hands. Miranda, to her credit, noticed.

"Ok, MacGrath. What's the last thing you remember?" Miranda was intensely interested, he could tell-she was leaning over, whilst exposing an awesome amount of cleavage.

"I remember destroying the Beast, and looking at the ruined buildings around New Marais Cathedral. I remember seeing the people, glad that it was over. No more Plague, no more Conduits…" Cole sounded bitter at the end. If he could, he'd like to have someone who could understand him on every level…

Miranda's eyes softened, and the presence of the other two faded from her mind.

"Cole, there are ways of making new Conduits now. I… have managed to keep the why and the how tucked away, but… The Illusive Man has been pressing me to give him a copy of your genome, and the isolated Conduit Gene. I told him I haven't made any progress, but… If you choose, you won't be alone in this galaxy any more. I read Dunbar's biography of you, it said something about your karma affecting your powers. Well, the same is true for you, Yara. If you choose to be ruthless and harsh, your scars will not heal, they will widen and get worse. So choose wisely." Miranda had ended up squishing her ample bosom out, almost to the point of breaking her bodysleeve.

Cole was trying hard not to stare, but hell. He hadn't seen cleavage that great since Nix decided to go topless one day!

Jacob coughed, bringing Miranda back to earth.

"We're on our way to see the Illusive Man right now. Don't reveal what you can do- if he isn't too interested in you, he'll focus on making Yara here a pawn. Yara- you cannot let him control you. He seeks to ultimately control the Reapers- and from there, control everything. The four of us, I know we can do something. If the Council knows of the Reaper threat now, then we have time to prepare. Jacob and I have been talking. We… We think that Cerberus is due for a change in leadership."

Yara raised her eyebrows, surprised at the trust shown by the kind-of-icy woman. She expected shadows and skulduggery, not an honest, open face. Maybe even… caring. She added that to her list of things to think of later. As it was, she could feel a slight sweat breaking out along her spine, and across her forehead. She felt… ill. Don't tell me I have to rebuild my immune system! I'll have colds for years until I'm better!

"Hey, Miranda?"

"Yes Shepard?"

"Why am I feeling ill if I only just came back? Didn't you, oh, I don't know, mess around a bit with me before fully waking me up?" Miranda was surprised at that- she hadn't expected the Commander to think of that.

"Well, yes, we did. It mostly Wilson, though." With that, she gave the man a vicious kick to the balls. For no reason. "He suggested we reinforce your bones and supplement your healing. There are state-of-the-art artificial glands in your torso that release a secretory medi-gel- you don't need it. The style of combat you preferred- staying at a mid-distance and shooting the enemy's eyes out- prompted the latest ocular synaptic implants to be used. Basically, you have better aim. There's nothing we did that should be making you feel ill. We chose not to make you a biotic- too many conflicting styles I thought. Maybe…" Miranda looked thoughtful, as she contemplated the lingering Ray Field Energy that was bound to stick to Cole.

It was non-lethal now, and it would vanish in the next few days. Maybe Yara Shepard was a potential Conduit? Admittedly, she hadn't screened her DNA because doing so would reveal that she knew the Conduit Gene's signifiers.

"Oh!" Cole sat rigid, wide-eyed. His ice-blue eyes slowly turned to Wilson's. He'd forgotten the other reason he was feeling… wrathful.

"Wilson, how many people were used to reinforce my powers? How many people died?" Cole ground out. Miranda was livid.

"Wilson! I told you not to use people! I told you to use the animals we had on-station! There were more than enough!" The balding man lay on the floor, cowering, trying to fade into the deck.

"I- I was told to by- by the Illusive Man! He boosted my pay-packet by over a million credits! I couldn't refuse him, he'd have me killed! Please, they would have died anyway!" Cole saw red. He whipped forwards, grabbing Wilson's face in one hand. He could feel the life energy inside him! Slowly, so as to give Wilson but a taste of what those people had gone through, he drained every last iota of energy from the man, until there was only a spark left.

He'd be fine, in a few days. Until then, he'd feel the agony of Bio Leech. Cole sat back, sorting through the man's memories. Coming to something interesting, he broke the silence.

"Wilson didn't just amplify my powers, he tried to use the thing himself- it didn't work. And, he messed around a bit with my body- I knew something was wrong! There are metal studs down my spine and along my bones, to conduct electricity. And he manipulated my physiology to make me stronger, faster and more powerful. He didn't relay his notes to the Illusive Man, and he kept them on paper- no digital traces. He hacked the mechs to stop Miranda from finding out about the Ray Sphere, which was shot into the nearest sun, thank God!"

Now Cole knew about his changes, he noticed them. His drain was better than before- there was next to no loss of energy through sound, heat and light. He just longed to try out his powers on something- he wanted to see the difference.

"Attention please. We are five minutes away from Cerberus Station 5X-Z. Prepare to disembark." An automated transmission. Fair enough.

"You say he manipulated your body? And you still have full use? Even for Wilson, I thought that was impossible!" Jacob was laughing silently at Miranda's admittance- it was rare she misjudged someone. Rarer still that she admitted it!

For the remainder of the flight, Cole ran his ice-white lightning across his hands, and up his arms. He made little balls to fly around Yara's head, keeping her mind off her dead friend. He also sent little static shocks to Wilson.

Book of the Week: The Sundering by Gav Thorpe

Film of the Week: Guardians of the Galaxy (MARVEL)

Song of the Week: Makeshift Chemistry by Crown the Empire

Sorry for the long absence, people! My last year in A-levels, so I gotta do good! IMSORRY IMSORRY IMSORRY okokok?