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Shea
If I hadn't been convinced that Miranda was a good person, I was now. Chey wouldn't have fallen for her if she wasn't. "Miranda is staying on board. I'm leaving her in charge when I go ground side. I'm taking Mordin and Grunt. I need to see how well they work together and I have to assess Grunt's skill in combat. Try not to distract her too much." I tell her. "Aye, aye, capn!'" she says and salutes then mock bows.
I am not sure how this assignment is going to go, but I am as prepared as I can get. If I could I would always take Chey with me. But to build a good team I need to evaluate everyone. My sister without a doubt is way above the whole teams skill sets. Hell, I think she could best me one handed. Yet, I'm the hero everyone clamors for. Chey is far better then me. If they could just look past the things I have done then she would shine brighter then the sun.
If she had been chosen to play the hero, her enemies would have dug through every aspect of her life to find something to knock her down. The politicians would have tried to find leverage against her, in order to control her. The scientists would make her into a lab rat. The council chose me to be humanities Spectre, because of Elysium. The galaxy wants some big war hero, but I honestly believe they should have sought a survivor instead. One who has suffered and persevered. Yet, she never complained.
If only the galaxy knew that the only reason I was able to save citadel was because Chey was my role model. She didn't whine, bitch and moan she saw what needed to be done and did it. I wasn't out to be a hero, but that is what they made me. I lived by my sister's example. Things were done because they needed to be. Because it was the right thing to do. Chey was my strength when I was weak. My conscience, when lines were blurred. She was, no is my navigator when I was lost. She is my hero.
Purgatory was an eye opener to these thoughts. A prisoner was being beaten and I wasn't sure if I should stop it. Purgatory housed the worst criminals in the galaxy. If Saren had lived this is where he would be sent. "What would Chey do?" I asked myself. She would stop it here idea being if you beat a prisoner to unconsciousness and death they can't answer you questions. Beating someone who can't defend themselves is the same as beating an elderly person or a handcappable person, a child even. So I convinced the guard to put a stop to it.
Learning that warden Krull sells them as temporary slaves still is not sitting well with me. People no matter what they've done, what race they are, and who they are do not deserve that. My stomach churns with acid remembering how the Warden extorts the planets where the criminals are from threatening to release said criminal on the planet all collateral damage or deaths on their hands. He makes me sick and all I want to do is put a bullet in him. But oh no. I need him to get Jack.
When Krull tries to capture me to sell me to who I don't know. I very much feel like a Krogan lost in a blood rage. We show mercy to none the only way to get Jack out is to open all the pods. Some of the prisoners will escape they will commit more crimes. Is it right to do that. We could leave the ship now. We need Jack. It seems I have no choice.
Chey
I was keeping an eye on the CIC while Miri, Shea and the new recruit Jack are in a meeting. We couldn't hear what was said but Jack came out with the biggest smirk I had ever seen. A few minutes later Miri storms out with Biotic energy swirling violently around her. I enter the conference room. I noticed when I entered the conference room and it looks like a war zone a very mild one, well, more like a skirmish. "Rough day sis?" I ask. She glares at me and growls.
"I cannot even fathom how you love that woman. She is the most insufferable and infuriating woman I have ever met! Trying to tell me how to run my fucking ship. Why does she insist on questioning my every order!?" she hollers. "I imagine it's because she doesn't see things the way we do. She didn't grow up like us. She wants to understand why you do the things you do. She is goal oriented, almost to a fault so she can't see your strategy. She focuses on one battle at a time you look at the whole war." I share with her.
"The entire galaxy wants to know how you accomplish the things you do. Miri is no different." I tell her. "I accomplish what I do because of you Chey. I look up to you figuratively speaking. When I'm not sure what to do, I ask myself 'what would Chey do'. Then I follow what I think you'd do. God. It should have been you who was chosen to do this whole galaxy saving thing. You have a much more level head. "She says.
"I'm really not that level headed, but I am glad you think so. Shea, the galaxy needs to rally around a hero. Not some broken halfway mad man/woman. I'm still not completely right after Akuze. Then Eden Prime, losing my wife and child. You saw how I was after that. I would have been no good for the mission. I would have failed Shea. Their faith in you was not misplaced. You were and are what The Universe needs. I lean on her solid frame and get on my tippy toes to kiss her cheek. "I believe in you Shea. I always have and I always will." I tell her. She hugs me. "Thanks for that. It helps my resolve. Go see to your woman before she tear a hole in the hull." She hugs me again.
My woman as my sister says, has let go of her Biotics and is now in the process of throwing anything that isn't breakable around. I lean against the wall and just watch her. Her tantrum is impressive and I got to say turning me on a bit. I just keep watching her rage out. She stops dead when she finally notices me standing there. "Your sister is the most insufferable and infuriating woman I have ever met!" she yells. I chuckle. " What's so bloody funny about that!" she shouts. " Shea said the exact same thing about you. You and her are more alike then you know. The difference is when you rage out like that, I kind of wanna fuck you into complacency." I state. She launches a singularity at me. I just stand there, it doesn't even touch me. " Of course a fucking barrier. I hate your tech armor." she growls.
I approach her she holds up a hand. "Come no closer." she demands. I ignore her. She drops her Biotics again. "So how about we go spar this anger out, and then you can tell me what brought this on." she crosses her arm over her chest and leans back on her desk. " Ooh stubborn look me likey. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I promise I'll enjoy the hard way more then you." She glares. " Oh yeah?" she challenges. Challenge accepted. "Yeah." I throw back at her.
Miranda
"Uh huh. You see the easy way is walk with me peacefully. The hard way is I pick you up cave man style and carry you." She says. "You wouldn't dare." I counter. She steps closer to me. " Wanna test that theory." she says firmly. I swallow the extra saliva that coats my mouth. I'm not even sure she can lift me that way. She is so much shorter then me. Though she is very strong. I shake my head. "Good. Shall we?" she says and leads me out with her hand on the small of my back she puts her hand to her side once we leave the room. Silently I follow her to the elevator and down to the lower cargo bay where here cot is. Again it makes more sense to me why she choses to be alone.
She tosses me some gloves and removes her shirt. She stands before me in just her pants and sports bra and ties her gloves on. She reaches for my gloves and ties them on for me. "No Biotics Miri. Just hand to hand." she says. I really do love the way she says my name like that. "Umm.." I hesitate. "Don't tell me you don't know hand to hand combat." She says. " I do but I may be a bit out of practice. I never use it, with my Biotics and marksmanship I have never had to worry about it." I reply.
"Seriously? What if you guns jam or you get disarmed and your Biotics are at their limit then what?" she asks. "I didn't think of that. You have a very valid point so I guess I'll start practicing more with it " I agree. "Excellent now let's begin. Show me what you got Miri." and so our sparring match begun. She was fast. Faster then Shepard for sure. Not one hit came even close to the mark. " Great job Miri. Keep it up a little faster if you can please." she says. So I go faster, but I am still not faster then Chey.
We finish for the day, I stare at her as she drinks her water. A drop flows down her neck and in between breasts and down. I couldn't believe how jealous I was about a drop of water. Even more I was starting to soak my underwear with fresh trickles of arousal. How is it that the simple act of dinking is so incredibly sexy when it's Chey. I could tell already that I would be sore in the morning. A hot shower is what I need. I thought but looking at Chey with her body glistening with sweat, several images of having her beneath me panting breathlessly and her body glistening from sex sweat. "Fuck.. Cold shower it is then." I told myself.
She takes the elevator up to Shepard's cabin in need of a shower too. I use the crew showers. The pressure is crap, but it suits its purpose. I return to my cabin and check my emails. There is a new message from The Illusive Man. He thinks Shepard was right when it came to securing Jack. The next place he insisted we go was Horizon. He warns me that Ashley Williams is there. "Great. I have a feeling Shepard is not going to like whatever happens there." I think to myself.
I hear EDI make the announcement. " Commander. The Illusive Man is very insistent that you speak to him before you pick the next destination." I smile because I can hear her grumble and curse in my head. It's another hour before I hear Shepard's announcement. "I want all ground crew assembled in the Cargo Bay. All hands on deck and prepare. We land on Horizon in exactly two hours people. " I sigh. "No rest for the wicked or weary." I comment inside my head.