Here's chapter 3, managed to finish it so here it is. Hope you guys whats going on right now. I'll let you guys get to it.
Now that she knew her talent, Becca was always down in the Armory with any unwanted guns and upgrades and she worked on them, making the guns much more valuable and selling them for a higher price. Shepard was always her tester, making sure the upgrades worked on the guns before selling them and transferring 75% of the credits to Becca's account. They had discussed how funds would work when the gun was sold, because Shepard or whoever had acquired the weapon and the upgrades, they deserved part of the pay.
Today, after waking up and enjoying a big breakfast made by James, Becca was working on upgrading Garrus' M-99 Saber sniper. Deciding she wanted to try out other guns, she offered to upgrade the team's arms and boy was she busy. Just about everyone wanted upgrades and Becca was happy to work. She was still in the middle of working when Liara had joined her in the armory.
"Hey Liara, how are things?" Becca asked. She pulled the safety goggles from her face and turned the blowtorch off.
"Everything is great, Becca. Is that Garrus'?" Liara asked.
"Yeah, upgraded scope, larger magazine, higher impact damage, and a special upgrade Shepard managed to find. Flaming rounds."
"Wow."
"Yeah, though its only for tech experts for safety reasons, don't need someone burning themselves when they can't control them." Liara smiled before pulling up another chair and sitting in front of Becca. "Something wrong?"
"No, I just wanted to spend some time with you today, I'm not going to be here forever you know," Liara said and Becca shrugged.
"Yeah you're right, so what should we do?"
"I was hoping you would join me in my office." Becca narrowed her eyes before looking back at her uncompleted work.
"Let me finish up here first then we'll go up." She turned back to her workbench and handed Liara a pair of safety goggles. "Hang out for a bit, please." Liara smiled, pulled the goggles on, and nodded to Becca who pulled her own safety glasses on and turned the blowtorch back on.
~StB~
Becca looked around Liara's small office. From what she was told, it used to be Miranda's office back when Shepard was focusing on the Collectors. When he had to deal with the Reapers head on, Liara had taken over.
"Very convenient. Your own little space to work on stuff, Mr. Shadow Broker," Becca teased.
"Ha ha very funny," Liara smiled. Becca plopped down onto the bed and smiled back. She jumped when the VI known as Glif appeared out of nowhere.
"Welcome back Dr. T'Soni. I have been waiting for your return," the drone said.
"Hello Glif, say hello to Becca," Liara said and she started booting up machines.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance Ms. Solis, my files tell me a lot about you. Vrolik's Syndrome as severe as Mr. Moreau, born on a colonist planet, grew up on the Normandy due to slavers killing the colony-"
"Glif! That's enough," Liara snapped and the VI went silent.
"Liara its fine, its just a VI, it doesn't understand, unlike an AI does for the most part. Didn't the Geth learn how to feel for themselves?" Becca asked.
"Something like that, I would've loved to learn more about the Protheans though."
"So I've been told, how much info do you have about the Protheans anyway?"
"Very little. They were the ones who created the Citadel and the Crucible that was used to stop the Reapers."
"How'd he do it?"
"Pardon?"
"How did Shepard do it?"
"He never told me, he never told anyone. All I know is they found him in the Citadel after the Crucible was destroyed and it took months to revive him." Becca grimaced before looking towards the terminal that was blinking. Becca stood without her crutches and limped over to the terminal to look at the messages.
"Hey Liara? What's this Project Terrible Monster?" Becca asked.
"Oh that's just a recreation of a skeleton of a Harvester in a museum. They managed to find a Reaper Harvester, which they're displaying with all the Reaper Creatures from the war."
"Wow, historical site for all this, lovely." Becca smirked before limping back to the bed and sitting down. Liara continued checking a few things for a moment before sitting down next to Becca.
"So, any males that peak your interest?" Liara asked and Becca blushed.
"Maybe and I stress that maybe, one certain boy."
"Who might that be?"
"Maybe, Serlus."
"Garrus' son?"
"Yeah, he's uh...he has no clue. And I doubt he even believes in interspecies relationships. I know Garrus and Tali had been together for a while before Garrus returned to Palavin. I think Tali said it wasn't working out since they were on different planets and had duties to their planets so they split it off and stayed as friends."
"That is very true, you never know if Serlus will say no or not. From what I have experienced in my many years, it takes time to form a relationship with someone else."
"I figured as much, thanks Liara."
"Of course, now, I have been wondering for a while, would you mind if I experimented with something?"
"Depends." Becca narrowed her eyes.
"Hairstyling. Human hair is so interesting and can be manipulated into so many different styles, unlike Asari scalps." Liara smiled sheepishly.
"Oh of course, Liara! I never do anything with my hair, even with all the stuff I have to style it. Let me go grab everything and I'll let you experiment, the externet should have different ways of doing stuff." Becca stood up with her crutches and headed out of Liara's office. She headed into the female crew quarters and scanned the shelves before she found her stuff and returned to Liara's room. Only, Becca was surprised to see Samara there as well, chatting with Liara.
"Hello, Rebecca," Samara greeted.
"Hey Samara, what brings you here?" Becca asked. She never said anything about Samara calling her by her full name, for someone as calm and collected like her, Becca understood.
"I heard there was a little get together and hairstyling going on. I have not had a chance to spend quality time with my own daughters, I wish to spend time with the closest thing to a daughter that I have." Becca smiled and handed the case of hair supplies to Liara before sitting down on the bed.
To all of Shepard's close friends, Becca was like their niece, granddaughter to Dr. Chakwas, and sister to Grunt. Between their years, both of them were just getting out of their teenage years. As Becca thought about this while Liara began brushing through her hair, she figured after this, she would search for Grunt and possibly Wrex and spend time with the Krogan males. They always did have a soft spot for her, maybe it was the fact she had Vrolik's Syndrome and was snarky like Joker.
~StB~
After almost two hours of hair pulling and externet reading, Becca had a beautiful bun on her head. It was very complicated seeing as it was half braided and she had strands of hair hanging at the sides of her face to frame it. Fed through the bun were two steel rods with ocean blue gems at the top of each one.
"Wow, this is amazing," Becca gasped as she looked in the mirror Samara presented.
"I think if we practice enough, it won't take so long to do," Liara beamed. Becca nodded.
"I would definitely use this style for some special occasion. Keep a look out for other interesting styles, I'm gonna go search for Grunt, I miss the big guy." Becca pulled the rods from her hair and stood up. She made her way out of the room with her crutches and headed for the mess hall where she could see Grunt and Wrex arguing over who would get drunk faster on ryncol.
"Your young body can't take as much as mine can," Wrex challenged.
"Oh please, you were wasted WAY before I was during Shepard's party when fighting the Reapers." Grunt countered.
"Least I didn't pass out in the shower and talk in my sleep."
"Sharks!" Becca exclaimed and made the Krogan males jump. She laughed at them before they rumbled over to her, Grunt lifting her up and onto one of his shoulders.
"There she is, how's our fighter doing?" Wrex asked.
"Great, Liara and Samara had fun doing stuff to my hair, but I'm in need of time with the guys," Becca said and patted Grunt's head. She just noticed Wrex was holding her crutches, probably caught them before they hit the ground when Grunt picked her up.
"We heard you also know what you're good at," Wrex noted and Becca shrugged and nodded before dropping Scorpion into Grunt's free hand.
"Upgrading weapons. Did you two just get on the Normandy?" Becca asked.
"Yeah, it was a pain in the ass to get off Tuchanka, I left Bakara in charge until we return, have to keep our girl safe from slavers," Wrex responded. Becca nodded before steadying herself as Grunt shifted his weight.
"We're taking you somewhere special today, soon as we dock at the Citadel anyway," Grunt grinned.
"Why do I have a feeling this is gonna be something Joker would kill me for?" Becca asked.
"Because it just might be, but screw it," Wrex laughed and Becca shrugged.
"Alrighty then, but you two are facing his wrath, not me."
"Fine by us," Grunt stated. He slowly chuckled and Becca smirked at him.
"Sharks!" she exclaimed randomly and Grunt jumped.
"Where the hell do you even get that from?" Wrex asked.
"Shepard told me Grunt had shouted that while asleep in the shower," she answered and Grunt shrugged his other shoulder.
"What can I say? The stuff you see in drunk dreams is scary sometimes," Grunt defended and Becca laughed.
"I am not looking forward to that," she laughed.
"There's the brutes," Shepard said and they turned to him. "Shore leave you three, we just docked."
"Thanks Commander," Becca beamed and Grunt set her down carefully, Wrex slipping her crutches under her arms and the three of them headed out. "So what are you two planning?"
"You'll see," Wrex smirked. They led Becca through the Citadel for a while before coming to a familiar place. Becca had been in it a few times before, and now it looked like she'd be getting what she always wanted but was afraid to get because of Joker. Her N7 tattoo on her calf.
"Welcome to the Ink Spot, who's getting inked?" the man behind the counter asked.
"The lady is, and be careful, she's a Vrolik's Syndrome patient," Wrex warned.
"Where's it at little lady?"
"Left calf over a scar," Becca said. She was led to a cot and told to lay down as a woman covered in tats started setting up.
"Brave girl, getting a tat on your calf. What are you wanting?" the woman asked.
"The Alliance N7, real not omni," Becca answered.
"Anything special about it?"
"Yeah, I grew up on the Normandy and the scar is almost perfect for the tat."
"Alright, just the characters or want it all decked out with the black, white and red?"
"Decked out, make it a circle."
"Can do." Becca looked up when Grunt came into view and he undid the clasps on her leg brace and set it next to Becca's crutches before he was slid a stool and he sat down.
"It's gonna be painful Becca, you gonna be ok?" Grunt asked.
"I've gone through over three hundred breaks, I've come pretty close to having no feeling in my legs, I should be ok." Grunt nodded, but Becca still grabbed hold of his hand when she heard the little machine start up.
~StB~
It was a good hour before the machine was shut off. Becca's skin was red and irritated, but she felt almost nothing during the process. With a little help from Grunt, Becca stood before a mirror and looked at it, amazed to see just how well it covered the scar from a surgery.
"Wow, this is amazing, thanks a lot," Becca beamed and the tat girl, Terra, nodded.
"Hey no problem, you've got a story behind it and the scar, nice talking with you. Pop in anytime just to hang out," Terra said. Grunt transferred the credits before handing Becca her crutches and replacing her brace while she stood.
"There you go, kid, how's it look?" Wrex asked.
"It suites me, that's for sure," Becca beamed.
"Glad you like it, sis," Grunt laughed. Becca smiled at him before they headed out.
"Joker is gonna freak when he sees this."
"That pyjack won't do a thing to you, kid," Wrex laughed before lifting Becca to his shoulder, Grunt catching her crutches.
Nearby, a batarian watched the three of them, recognizing Becca right away.
"Hey, I found the girl, and news flash, she's with the Normandy crew. Spotted on the Citadel now with two krogan leaving the tattoo parlor. Orders sir?" A pause before the Batarian nodded, an evil smile on his face. He started off, the gears turning in his head.
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