A/N Sorry I meant to post this in the last one. Lol. but I was so tired and sick when I published that one here on that I forgot. I am trying to make this legit and slow not rushed or anything. I also am slowly making this up as I go but I know how I want this to end.

I also wanted to thank the three nice people who reviewed. It really does make me happy when I get them and makes writing these worth the work. I mean if I was just writing these for myself guys I wouldn't post them on a website. So thank you for the nice reviews.

Chapter 9: The run of truce

Shepard stood shocked and bewildered with the events that had unfolded. It was as though… no, she had watched an all out brawl between two predatory creatures just… ripping each other to damn pieces. While one creature, the dog thingy, had natural strength and powerful jaws the Turian had a more angelic and swift body that allowed him to grip and tear. It was… beautiful. In a way of course a child would see or watch ferocious creatures going at each other's throats in some distant place they would never themselves ever venture.

But however amazed Shepard was she couldn't help feeling so small. Damn it! She was Shepard. Commander Shepard, and the only thing she could remember doing since being here was being pushed around and running away. She couldn't but feel like some damsel in distress. This wasn't her, this wasn't even remotely her.

On the other hand, she couldn't do this alone. Unlike the many times she had been applauded for her heroics she had always had some crew with her. She didn't now, she was on her own and almost defenseless. She didn't want to admit it but she needed the help of someone else, and someone else needed her help.

It was safe to say it wasn't "easy" to lug a six foot Turian into the caves again. And although it sounded foolish to lug him into the once recent home of a large lizard dog Shepard had nowhere else to put him. He had stopped bleeding and Shepard was glad, though she couldn't help but continuously marvel at the color of it.

She meticulously pulled off the upper part of his armor to try and see if she could do anything. She heard him groan a bit as the black under suit slowly peeled off his shoulder and she couldn't help but look at the structure of his arms and chest. It was different and although she didn't cease to marvel in this difference, the training in her blood told her what she needed to do first and foremost. The rag she had used to clean his face which was drying now was a mess and unusable.

"Damn it!" She needed real medical supplies something to cover him up. She had no idea what his species would consider good health care or what was practical for this situation but she had attended segments and classes for these things in the military. She thought back through recent years to the many meetings she had been called to. Looking back to her lessons as a sense of panic flooded her better judgment.

When in the midst of a difficult situation you must attend to a wounded individual in a safe and secure location.

Check, sort of…

Once you have secured a location you must take immediate action and assess the damage.

Check

Then you must apply direct treatment, if there are no supplies or in the case you're low on such said supplies then make sure to camouflage your fellow soldier and then seek medical attention.

It wasn't going to be easy but it needed to be done.

She looked about for something useful, something for coverage. She ran out of the cave and found some of the low growing foliage she saw earlier and broke off a few branches shaking them to get any pests out. She carried them back and placed them over him making sure he was covered adequately enough. In order to do this Shepard would need the proper supplies and she didn't have anything. The only place to get them would be the emergency med kit on the evacuation pod.

Shepard looked out to the horizon noticing the purple hue as two moons beamed down on the planet's surface. Stars glowed illuminating everything just to a point in which you could see what was in front of you. It was another breath taking sight to Shepard as she looked out but she needed to get her head back in the game and out of the atmosphere.

"Well, come on feet." She took a quick step before going out into all out sprint. She looked about through the shadows and back tracked as much as she could. When she was lost, which happened often, she would suck up her disappointment and dash in the other direction. She could hear the scraps and scratches and paranoia set in as she just picked up the pace. It took her the whole night and the better part of the morning before she finally got to the beach again and collapsed by the water.

"Water," Shepard whimpered. It wasn't at all hot outside; in fact it was like walking through heaven. She didn't feel the sting of the sun's rays or the heat it gave off. She didn't feel and winds and yet the air still smelled fresh. But she had already gone one whole day without water and she ran back without it as well.

"At this rate I have two days to four only if I'm lucky," she unceremoniously plopped herself on the ground taking in the cool damp grass, the familiar scent of the salty water. Her breathing was becoming even and her heart was still pumping fast in her chest. Her legs were shaking from the use of all the energy.

"I definitely have one to two days tops," she could feel her body screaming for food as she felt the familiar tingling in her limbs and the shaking sensation in her muscles. Her blood sugar was low.

When she was done resting she stood and moved to the pod. It was completely untouched and she felt relieved. She jumped and looked for a compartment or button and was pleased when she found a divot she could use to pull open a door. What she found more than satisfied as satisfactory. She pulled out a large bag and found tools necessary to survive a long wait in space: vitamin supplements, a box of MRE's, a large water canteen, one set of cheap military grade clothes consisting of old style brown cotton military shirt and cotton pants, and plastic bags. She couldn't help but take herself into priority first as she popped open the canteen and started chugging with a intense natural desire to sooth her own thirst. By the time she was done she was panting and her heart was racing as she found the new surge of energy in her being. She tossed off her tank and her shorts with no worries of what could be watching and rushed to put on her new ones.

When she was done she took one of the bags and shoved everything into it. Except for one thing in particular, she went over to where her armor was abandoned. She wouldn't be able to carry it with all the things she carried but none the less she made sure to take her boots and socks with her.

A.N.

I know this is a short chapter but to be honest it was strangely hard for me to right this. This one we shall state like an important oneshot or something... Mainly cause I got in huge trouble and didn't have my computer for some time. I will be writing again soon. I want to finish this damn story so bad. But make sure to review and message.