The trio had cleared out a second group of Geth, and were walking along a metal path.
"Batatians aren't that bad Ash." The soldier was very much regretting giving this man her name. "They just put up defence mechanisms. Think of it as species-wide, very intense Daddy issues."
Very, very much.
"Hold up kids," said Grarak, who had since taken charge. "There's a Turian, just ahead of us."
The group moved forwards, albeit cautiously.
"Hey Mandy!"
Grarak grimaced at Shepard's exclamation. Thankfully the Turian seemed unfazed by the insult, simply turning around.
"Good, help. I'm Spectre Saren Arterius. I was passing by Eden Prime when I received a distress call, and responded."
"Would you be offended if I said you were full of shit?"
"Grar-"
"Not now kid."
"What do you mean?" asked the Spectre.
"I know a liar when I see one. 'Specially when dealing with a Turian."
Saren seemed taken aback by the comment, before shaking his head.
"I really had hoped to to fool you."
The Turian raised his pistol, shooting each of the group. Each bullet passed through their shields and armor, piercing the skin. They all fell over, helpless. The Turian walked towards Grarak, and stomped on his face. He then turned, and walked towards a train.
Shepard clutched his bullet wound, found in his stomach. The bleeding was slowing, but wouldn't stop. If they didn't get help soon…
"Kid."
Shepard perked up at the sound of Grarak's voice, and pulled himself closer to him.
"Y-yeah?"
"Don't...Don't go to waste."
"What? What does that mean?"
"You're a great man. See to it you use that greatness. Don't go… to..."
And then, Catain Grarak, was dead.
Shepard looked at his mentor, his friend, hell, his father, and let go.