I would like to get somthing out of the way. some of you were a little miffed at the power armor part of the last chapter. I am not saying Plague is stronger then Shepard in a fight. Personally i think it would be a close fight. what i am saying however is, with both wearing power armors, Plague would have a LARGE advantage. Shep's not going to instintly adapt to the suit. Plague was simply seeing how she would react wearing a suit of armor that she has never used. so Plaease calm down!

now that that is out of the way. I would like to thank those of use who requested Self Insert stories. If you know anymore please by all means, post them. dose not matter if its a game, move, tv show, anime, whatever. i love self inserts for some odd reason...don't know why.

anyway off to chapter 15

The Wildcard

Chapter 15

(A bright red flash. The light would blind most people. But the flash was only the beginning.

The screams, living beings running for they're lives in a desperate attempt to save themselves from what might as well be hell behind them. All the while still in that disturbing red and orange tint.

An image of organs being exposed to the air, at the same time revealing that the misfortunate person was still vary much alive as the innards of that same person were toyed with by mechanical implements. The heartbeat was quickening as it was exposed to the elements, adding its sound to the already audible screams.

From the perspective you would not be able to tell what matter of being this was, since the devices worked to make it appear as if it were a mockery of its original form.

The sickening smell of burning wires and flesh, made its way to the spectator's nostrils as the screaming intensified, threatening to deafen those who were able to hear.

Wires and metal burned before the eyes of the watcher as they were surgically implanted without consent.

The images changed to show other gory and disturbing scenes as more loud wails joined the ones already present.

Twisted flesh, fire, chaos, madness, death.

Finally to the spectator's relief, the screams were silenced as the view changed to two bright orange suns.

The moment of relief was replaced by dread and anticipation.

The watcher was aware of what was going to happen next.

Finally the view went to a dark orb of a planet as an unidentifiable sound was heard as the one being forced to watch was pulled to the dark planet as if gravity had kicked in.

The last image was seen as the squid like red outline of a Reaper showed itself as it came closer and closer with frightening speed.)

Shepard shot up as her heart pounded in her chest as she panted as if from extreme exertion. She was covered in sweat as she brought her hands to her face.

She felt sick like she did almost every night.

She almost didn't notice her covers had slipped off of her as she slept.

In the dreams she would know what was about to happen. But she was unable to do anything as the protheans were slaughtered before her eyes. She did not dare close her eyes, knowing full well that if she did there was a chance she would be thrown back into that hell she had seen many times.

"Commander Shepard?" EDI said as her holographic avatar appeared across from the blue glow of the large fish tank.

"I…fine, EDI." she forced out as she noticed her face was covered in some liquid. 'I was crying?' she asked herself as she wiped her both sweat and tear covered face.

Then she noticed that the cloths she had worn to bed were now sticking to her form as she moved to get out of bed.

"I can inform Doctor Chakwas about you're…"

"No." Shepard objected as she walked to her bathroom.

"Vary well. Logging you out, Shepard." EDI said as her avatar disappeared.

She didn't want to bug Chakwas. After all she had already asked for her help back when she was hunting Saren.

Once Saren was dead, and there was no current threat of a reaper invasion, she had asked if Liara could do anything. The asari tried to help her. Shepard loved her even more as she looked into her eyes after her attempts to help with the dreams by melding. She loved her for being so caring, so sensitive, and so beautiful.

The melds did nothing, but that didn't stop her from tightly holding the asari in her arms as their lips met, causing her to meld for a different reason. With love. With lust filled passion. A need to feel the warm, soft flesh of the other as they became one in both body and mind. Feeling the stimulation of touching her own skin through her lover's finger tips as she did the same with hers.

She felt abandoned. To go from a lifestyle of having her love nearby, to being brought back from the dead without that blue face to greet her back into the world…

Those few nights she had no dreams, she would wake expecting to have a form next to her.

Since she had been on the Normandy SR-2, she had caught herself walking to the AI core, expecting it to actually be where Liara would be sitting at the desk in the next room from the sickbay.

Shepard walked out of the steamy bathroom after her shower, wearing a clean set of the civilian cloths she liked to wear around the ship. Even if she wanted to wear a uniform, they all had that Cerberus logo. Might as well paint a target on her head so she could shoot herself, rather then be forced to work for that man.

She slipped her boots on as she left her room with her hair in a ponytail.

Once she made it to the crew deck, she was surprised to see some of the crew awake so early in the morning. Must have been those unfortunate enough to be on the nightshift. Gardner was busy cleaning tables.

Once he saw her standing there, he waved her over to sit as he finished the rest of the table.

"Your up early, Commander." he announced as he walked back to his kitchen area as Shepard sat down. "What can I get you?"

"Nothing, Just a cup of coffee, if we have any." she said as she stretched her arms for a short moment.

"Nonsense! You need a good breakfast." after saying that, he turned on the stove as he grabbed some things out of the fridge.

"No. Really." Shepard objected as the man continued to cook.

"You have to eat something." he said with a tinge of worry in his voice Shepard almost didn't notice. "Ever since you got on this ship, you have been eating fewer and fewer meals."

Giving in to his logic, Shepard didn't press the argument any further as she heard something sizzling in the skillet.

"Everyone is always in a big hurry." Gardner commented as he flipped something. "Garrus always stays in the gun battery between meals. Zaeed, and the crew just walk through to grab protein bars, the Krogan raids the fridge without asking, and Miranda Lawson takes her meals to her office. The bald one…Jack, always swipes something to take back down to engineering, Plague runs on a timer, and Goto, I haven't seen in days. Mr. Tayler eats his meals here too quickly to strike up a conversation. And the Salarian. He never shuts his mouth long enough for me to get a word in. And that's in the rare occasions I actually know what he's talking about."

"What was that about Kasumi?" Shpard asked after the man's rant.

"None of the crew has seen her since the last mission." he explained as he started walking up to Shapard with a tray of food.

After the meal was placed before her, Shepard noticed how the food looked much better then what she remembered.

The man had made a stack of four French toast with strawberry jam, and a side of bacon and sausage.

"Syrup?" he asked as he started walking back to the kitchen area.

Before she could say anything, he was back and placed to bottle of maple syrup next to her as he placed a small plate with two eggs over easy and a glass of milk.

"This seems a little…" she didn't know what word she wanted to use. Sure she was hungry, but this seemed a little much. She hadn't eaten a large breakfast since her childhood. She felt a small tug on her heart as she remembered how much her mother loved to cook. "…extravagant." she finished and then looked up at him. "…I'm flattered…but I don't think you're my type."

The man gave her a confused look for a few seconds and then started laughing as he started to shake his head as he turned to walk away.

His laughing was interrupted by his Omni-tool going off.

"What's that for?" Shepard asked with her first bite of food in her mouth. She had eaten better. But it was alright.

"Time for Plague to eat his first meal of the day." he explained as he started preparing.

Almost as soon as he finished cooking, Plague walked around the corner from the elevator with a somewhat perplexed look on his face.

Shepard was about to comment on him wearing the same cloths as the last time she saw him, but thought better of it when she saw him closer.

He gave her a small wave in greeting as he walked up to receive a tray waiting for him from Gardner.

She noticed Plague was getting less skinny. Compared to how he looked when she first met him and now. He looked a lot healthier.

Plague then sat across from her, and Shepard couldn't help but notice Plague had almost the same amount of food she had. The only difference was the glass of water, and the fact that he didn't use any syrup or jam. Now either Gardner is running through the food on the ship like a man in a marathon, or something was up.

She wanted to ask. But thought she would better talk to the new arrival first.

"Something wrong?" she asked and then took another bite.

"I should be asking you that." he shot back with a calm voice as his eyes flickered to her for a second before staring at the food before him. "Trouble sleeping?"

Shepard rubbed her temples as she set down her fork. "I hate it when you do that." she groaned as she took a drink.

"What do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"I mean when you just read people like a book." Shepard answered as she picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite.

"I am used to people luring me into traps, or trying to swindle me of what I have." he explained as he looked at her again. "Now I am out of my element. Everyone on this ship confuses me."

"Your element being a radioactive earth, in an alternate timeline?" she asked, seeing this as a chance to get him to come clean and tell her where he is from. Clearly he made the whole thing up.

"You may not believe me Shepard, but that dose not mean I will change my background." he stated as he looked up at something that turned out to be a member of the crew complaining that his tray had far less food then the two sitting.

Shepard held in a small laugh as Gardner explained that Plague actually liked his cooking, and Shepard herself was the one who had bought the ingredients.

She was relieved that he wouldn't burn through the food on the ship. The thought of her going back to re supply every few days irritated her. Sure TIM paid for everything, but the time that would be wasted…

"Anyway." Plague said, bringing her back to the conversation. "Nightmares?"

"No. A nightmare only happens once in a while." Shepard argued. "You know what a prothean beacon is?"

Plague paused for a second as if in deep thought before answering. "They were mentioned in the files sent to me after Horizon. Ancient race of beings that were wiped out by the Reapers we are fighting. Right?" he asked as he started eating again.

She took another bite and swallowed before talking. "All of our technology is based on what they left behind." she explained as Plague listened. "The Reapers have wiped out all organic life in the galaxy numerous times. What stopped them two years ago was the prothean beacon we discovered. It was a warning left behind by the last of the protheans. It…burned visions into my head. At first I did not understand it all. And then we found others as we hunted a rouge Spectre named Saren, who was working for them."

"He was in the files as well. Although it did not specify why he was working for them."

A look of sadness fell upon Shepard as she explained. "I heard that Saren always had a hatred for humans concerning the First Contact War. He also thought we were progressing too quickly. Eventually he found Sovereign."

"The Reaper who attacked the Citadel?"

"The same." Shepard answered. "Saren was slowly indoctrinated by Sovereign. I guess all of them can do that. I only met the one. They get in your head and alter the way your thinking. Eventually he had Saren believing he was actually saving all organics from extinction."

"So in the end, he was a puppet." Plague said as he finished his meal and just sat there waiting for the rest.

"Not at the end." she corrected. "On the Citadel I managed to get him to realize what he was doing. At the time, he was being controlled with his implants. I don't know if he was just disgusted with what he had done or couldn't stand the consequences for all the victims he killed." Shepard let out a sigh. "Or maybe he knew his freedom was only temporary, and wanted to stop himself from going back to becoming a puppet. He shot himself in the head."

The image of Saren pulling the trigger flashed before her as she remembered him falling into the garden below. And then his corpse was brought back, but twisted in so many ways.

There was a long silence as they both looked down at their trays. One in thought, the other reflecting on her past.

"The Beacon's visions are still in my head." she confessed. "Most nights I wake up in a cold sweat. Others…" she trailed off, not wanting to say how she curled up and just cried until she would eventually fall back to sleep.

She also wanted Liara to be with her. Sure Shepard went through hell, but Liara made her feel at piece.

She looked up to see that Plague had a thoughtful look, but he didn't comment on what he was thinking.

"So." she started. "I showed you my skeletons in my closet. How about yours?"

Plague let out a dark laugh after a small silence. "Boss…I don't think you want anything to do with those. You have a closet. I on the other hand have a full cemetery."

The morbid joke just made him laugh a little more. But the whole time he still looked a little grim. "Let's just say that I am stuck between a rock and a hard place."

"So who is the rock?" Shepard asked.

His expression looked troubled, and she could tell this had been on his mind for quite some time.

"Someone has stepped their bounds." he explained. "This person went too far in prying. Although what this individual did is… somewhat understandable. I don't know how I should act."

Shepard was now the one confused. Usually Plague was independent. To see someone as intelligent as him being this way was out of character. Sure she didn't know that much about him. But what she did…

"How far did this person go?" she asked. "Did Miranda try something?"

Plague waved a dismissive hand as he shook his head. "No. I haven't talked to her in a while. Probably trying to find out why most of the surveillance equipment on this ship just stopped working." he guessed with a little smirk, letting Shepard guess he was completely responsible for it. "What this person did was an interrogation using alcohol that also acts as a truth serum, that made me sing like a canary about my personal life."

Shepard was shocked to hear that. To find out someone on her ship had done such a thing was disturbing. She knew this was technically a Cerberus ship with Cerberus personnel. But she will not tolerate such things on her ship.

"How personal was the Intel?"

This time Plague was a little hesitant. Shepard could see that he was becoming uncomfortable. "How personal is the Intel you have about your childhood? Your sins? A name you don't want said by anyone other then those close to you? The name of your first true love?" he shook his head slowly as his right hand held onto the old dog tags around his neck. "I…I know that this person regrets what had happened. I just don't know what to do about it…"

Shepard was thinking as she fiddled with her food, not really feeling hungry after barely eating half of it, combined with the conversation about her "nightmares."

Plague didn't talk to people much. She had seen him converse with Jack and Garrus every once in a while, but she felt like he was forcing the conversations. Even now, Plague seemed out of place by just sitting across from her talking. Clearly his past life was filled with loneliness and few social interactions. That, and the fact he was a cannibal. He had to fight to survive, and was forced to eat his fellow man. She dreamed of hell, while this man actually lived in it.

Although she saw something, somewhat familiar in Plague that reminded her of herself. Not the cannibalism of course… But the feeling they both had lost people in both of their lives. Taylor, her parents and friends, a good friend on Virmire.

Plague had always struck her as an individual who seemed to have everything taken from him…like her. Only difference is the Alliance saved her, while Plague was left alone.

Would she have turned into such an isolated individual if she was never found within the remains of her kitchen with her mother and brother's cold bodies next to her?

"If you know that this person regrets it, then I guess it is honestly up to you if you forgive." she answered. "If it was me I might forgive them. It all depends on what they did with the information, in my opinion."

Plague nodded slowly after he gave her another one of those thoughtful looks. "It was nice eating with you." he said as he got up and started walking towards the elevator. "We should do this again sometime."

Shepard watched him as he left until he was out of view.

After finding no reason to stay in her seat, she picked up her tray, and the one Plague left. She didn't like cleaning up after people. But he had a lot on his mind. She'll let it slide.

"Finished?" Gardner asked as he accepted the trays.

"Been a while since I have had a big breakfast." she explained as she turned away from him.

"Commander." a female voice greeted as Shepard saw a flash of red hair at the corner of her eye.

"Yes, Kelly?" she said back as she got out of the way of some of the crew on they're way to eat.

"I have a message for you." she informed as they both walked towards the med bay door. "I was going to wait until later for you to enter the CIC. But since I saw you over here, I thought I would get it out of the way."

"So you did." Shepard observed as they stopped next to the med bay, well out of everyone's way.

"Operative Lawson would like to see you at her station on the crew deck. Here. And Operative Taylor would like to see you in the armory."

"That's strange." Shepard commented as an eyebrow raised. "Did they give you any details?"

"No, Commander." the Yeoman confessed sadly, cheerful attitude going down an inch from not being able to inform her of anything else.

"Thank you, Kelly. You saved me a trip." Shepard thanked as she patted Kelly on the shoulder as she walked past.

The action made the red head's smile beam like a puppy that just got a treat. The sight made her smile a little as well a few seconds after Kelly was out of sight.

"I swear. She's contagious." the Commander said to herself while holding down a light chuckle.

Miranda Lawson's POV

Miranda had been sitting at her desk for what felt like forever. Her sister needed her help. She knew The Illusive Man had a plan. But she couldn't be expected to remain calm as the clock was ticking on Oriana's freedom.

"What do you need, Miranda?" Shepard asked as the Operative's door slid open.

She wasn't expecting her to arrive so early. She had only told Kelly Chambers to deliver the message a few minutes ago. She took a breath to calm herself before she spoke. Her demeanor now appeared calm, while on the inside was a storm of emotions. None the less. She remained calm.

"Shepard, I find myself in the unpleasant position of asking for your help." she looked up at Shepard, who had since arriving, leaned against the wall on the other side of her desk. "I don't like discussing personal matters… But this is important."

The Commander looked at her with, what Miranda supposed, was a sense of worry. It was easy to spot, since her herself had been, and is still going through the same emotion.

Shepard was a caring person. Miranda knows as much. She had read all of her files, and more in the time it took Miranda to rebuild her. The woman had a sense of loyalty to those in her crew. Those under her chain of command. Her personality was always hard to read. But one thing was clear.

You mess with those under her command, or close to her, and she'll come at you like a bear protecting her cubs.

"What's wrong, Miranda?" she asked as she stopped leaning on the wall, and took a few steps closer to the desk that separated them.

"You remember what I told you about father… building a dynasty?" as she started to get out of her desk chair, Miranda continued explaining. "There was another reason I went to Cerberus for protection." she explained as she walked around her desk to stand before the woman she had pieced together. "I have a sister. A twin. And he's still hunting her. Cerberus has kept her safe. Until now. She's living a normal life on Illium, safe and hidden from my father."

"And you think your father found her?" Miranda saw something in Shepard's eyes as she asked that question.

"Precisely, Commander." she answered as she rubbed a shoulder after hearing the words she had been thinking since hearing the news herself. "My sources indicate he knows that she's on Illium. I've tried to keep her hidden without impacting her life, but I'm out of options." she turned away from Shepard for a moment, and looked back at her as she rested her hands on her desk. "He's too close. I need to relocate my sister's family before it's too late."

"What…" Shepard began to say with an emotion showing that caught Miranda's attention. "What do you know about your sister?" she finally asked after the moment of hesitation.

Miranda's eyes widened in realization for a second in shock. 'How could I forget?' she asked herself.

Shepard had no family. In her childhood. Miranda read about the slaver attack on her home colony. Her father was in an explosion at the space port he worked at; her mother was killed in a bombing run. When she was found, she was barely alive after the ordeal. When she first read about her dead little baby brother in her arms, she was hit with a wave of pity.

And that was before she read that one of the slavers had attempted to rape her. The girl wouldn't talk for a few months afterwards, so they had to piece together what happened. They matched the fabrics from her belt at the back of her pants that had been cut so her pants would go down easier, to the fabric on a dead slaver's knife.

Her unfocused and unstable biotics saved her life.

Miranda had developed a sense of respect for the Commander while she worked on her. She had everything taken from her. She had survived, and built a remarkable military carrier afterwards. To show her respect, she did her job. She worked around the clock for two years to give her a second chance at life.

Not just to stop the Collectors. To give this survivor what was taken from her before it was her time.

"She's my genetic twin." she forced herself to answer, knowing she was reminding her of what she had long lost. "We're identical. But she disserves a normal life. And she's going to get it. No matter what."

"Does your sister's family know about this?" Shepard asked as she crossed her arms. Miranda could see Taylor was eager to help. But at the same time wished she was not having this conversation that opened so many old wounds. "How will they react to being relocated?"

"They know nothing. They're completely uninvolved." a small smile appeared on her face for a moment as she said the next word. What she never had. "Normal." she now looked back at Shepard. "I told Cerberus, and they're coming up with a positive reason to move the family."

The woman before her let out a long sigh as she looked down at the floor. For a moment, Miranda thought it would be too much for the Commander. "What do you need me to do?"

Taylor Shepard POV

Shepard sat down on her bed as she rubbed her shoulders. She had just finished talking with Taylor about his father. She would take care of his problem on the way to Illium, after picking up Tali.

Miranda said there was enough time before her sister's relocation to do so.

She felt both physically and emotionally worn out. She had struggled to forget what had happened to her home. But to have not one, but two individuals remind her in the same hour!

She knew it was not they're intention to do so. She wanted to help, and she will.

Weakly, Shepard pulled herself off of her bed to walk into her bathroom. The cold water she splashed on her face helped.

But only a small amount.

Plague POV

It was quiet in Plague's room, as a silent form sat upon the cot. It was quiet. Yes. But inside of the individuals mind was another story.

Conflicting emotions, feelings, questions, plans. All seemed to spiral out of control in his head.

'What do I do?' he asked himself as he switched on his pipboy.

His newly restored duster was folded nicely next to him, with the folded pieces of paper on top.

The poems didn't make sense to him. How the hell could he be a kind Plague? He had done nothing to make himself be called as such. As long as he could remember, Plague killed those who attacked him savagely. He almost hunted the remnants of the Enclave down to extinction.

That was after all how he got that title.

Many explorers and scavengers have stumbled upon his handiwork.

("Mercy!" a voice screamed from the inside of a downed Vertibird.

It had crashed upside down on a rocky hill after its right engines had been hit with a surprise, well aimed, rocket. The side had damage that couldn't have been made by a rocket, however. No. it had been cut into with tools.

The intruder stood on the ceiling that now acted as the floor in the vertibird's upside down position. Around him were a mix of both incapacitated, and dead Enclave soldiers, still hanging from there seats, thanks to they're harnesses.

Wires were exposed, sparks sprayed, illuminating the surroundings to one lone Enclave.

He had awoken shortly after the crash, and was furiously trying to unclip his harness that had somehow jammed. A few seconds ago, he saw this figure slice open one of his comrade's throat.

The blood didn't even faze the man. In fact, he could have sworn he heard some kind of sadistic laughter as his friend gurgled blood. He was unsure with the blood going to his head, adding to the adrenaline that made his heartbeat loud in his ears.

The man was drawn to the only awake Enclave in the wrecked aircraft. The soldier had on his power armor. But he had lost his helmet in the crash, and his plasma rifle had flown out of his hands before he had blacked out on impact.

"Why?" a voice asked that originated from the man in the shadows, only to be lightly revealed when another spray of sparks sprayed from a destroyed display.

Once he saw the man's appearance, the Enclave swallowed as he recognized a discription given to everyone.

He had thought this man was a simple raider. Or some lunatic who had drank too much iradiated water. Maybe some mutated filth. But the man before him was far worse then any of those.

"Answer me." the man comanded as he started walking closer to the now pinicing trapped man.

The first thing he noticed was the helmet. The scratched red domed visor reflected his own sweaty, panicking form back at him. Second was the duster that covered him. Third were the ripper in one hand, and an army knife in the other. That knife was still covered in blood, and was held by a hand missing two finger.

"I said…I said answer me you fucking Enclave piece of shit!" the one known as 101 shouted with a voice that lingered in the vertibird.

The voice was crazy. He also sounded as if he didn't care what was said. Just that he had been heard. First he would be calm while speaking, and then he would spontaneously lash out with a fast tone. "Talk… Answer a question please!" he then laughed as he noticed his raise in volume had awakened another survivor. "Maybe he answers the question?"

With some snickering, he turned away from the first man, who saw this as an opportunity to escape. But his harness wouldn't open.

"W…what?" a drowsy voice asked from the other side of the space.

He couldn't see who it was, since the crazy man was blocking his view. As he franticly looked around him, he spotted a knife on the body next to him. But it was on the other side of the man, and he wouldn't be able to reach.

"No…No! No!" he heard as a small engine came to life, almost at the same time as a scream was heard.

He could hear the sound of the man's armor being ripped to shreds by the ripper that caused so much noise in the vertitbird.

Forgetting what he had said to himself a few second ago about the knife's distance, he reached, and tried to pull himself closer to the weapon.

"Need help?" the voice asked out of his vision.

This time the voice sounded a little intrigued towards what the man was doing. The Enclave turned his head to the voices origin, only to wish he haden't when he realized the man was standing right in front of him. Only this time the helmet was gone.

A large crimson smear was on the dirty and disturbing appearance the face had. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as if he was expecting it to burst out of his chest.

"Can you help me with something?" the man asked in what the Enclave thought was a more calculative voice. Far calmer then he was a few seconds ago. Taking the man's lack of a response as a yes, 101 continued talking. "I want you to help me diliver a message. Interested?"

The man felt a sliver of hope at those words. Deliver. To do that he would have to be able to leave. He would have to be alive. He would be spared!

But would he condem those left behind?

"Yes…Yess!" he shouted as 101 started to cut the man's harness.

He would be free! He would be saved! The…message?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Shortly after he fell to the floor when the last strap of his harness was cut. The pain of the impact was put to the side as he righted himself. Once he was up on his feet he took a step back from the man he cut him free.

"It's simple. Simple… really simple." he started as he placed a hand on the man's shoulder that flinched at the action. "Cherish the time you have left on this earth."

With that, 101 stepped to the side for the man to leave.

He was stunned. "That's it?" he asked in disbelief. "That's all? I… can go? Just like that?"

101 just stood there as he pointed to the hole cut into the aircraft. For a moment he felt as if he had been saved by God. He would survive!

Not wanting the man to change his mind, the Enclave ran through the hole in the wall. He could avenge his fallen comrades. He can report 101's last known location! That is if he could make it to the nearest outpost.

He could…

101 watched from the hole as the man ran farther and farther away. He played with a small device in his hand.

"Filth." he mumbled as what he knew was about to happen caused a sadistic smile to sprout.

He could see him running over a hill in the distance. The confident strides the man took, told 101 there was an outpost, or something similar nearby in the direction.

The smile grew wider as he lifted the detenater as if it was a gun, and aimed at the armored form in the far off distence.

Why would he spare them? They did not diserve his pity. His mercy.

He gave the enemey a moment of hope. Only to take it away cruelly. He was telling the truth about him delivering a message. The words were not it however. The Enclave soldier would be the message. The words were directed towards the mesinger.

The man had been out longer then he thought he was. His fear towards 101, his haste to leave. If he would take a moment to reach a hand to feel the C4 explosive strapped between his shoulder blades, he could have easily ripped it off and ran like a demon possessed.

He didn't however.

No Enclave will be spared from his hatred. None will escape his revenge upon the killers of the one he loved in this misrible existence. They will be purged just as ruthlessly as he had witnessed they're own towards those with the smallest differences. With no mercy to those they crushed under their heel in this farce attempt for power. Even more so.

He was a slave to his emotions. He followed the Enclave leaving a path of destruction in his wake.

The smile dropped to a look of sadness.

His finger tightened slowly on the trigger as he spoke quietly. "Sarah." he started as his voice started to crack. "I won't stop. I won't stop until I… avenge you. Please…wait for me."

With that last word… he pulled the trigger.)

Plague let out a long sigh.

He felt as if he left his job unfinished. New home meant no more Enclaves. No one to hate. If it wasn't for Aria and Shepard, he would not have had a purpose in this new world.

Now he did. He will help Shepard fight the Reapers. To do so he had to make sure he did not have a negative impact on the other members of the ground team. Sure he snapped at Miranda. But it was not going to prevent her performance…. Ok… maybe a little… but in a slightly positive way since she would mind people's privacy.

Those thoughts were distracting him from what he was actually thinking about. So he swept them to the side so he could go back to his earlier topic.

Kasumi Goto…

It rare for someone to give him something without asking for anything in return. For some reason, he didn't he started to become irritated. Not at the thief. But irritated at the fact he didn't know how to respond.

He felt like he had to do something. Anything. He hated debts.

If he simply had to just hand something over… he would do so and get it over with by giving her one of his weapons… or something.

But no. she had to put effort into restoring his duster.

He had to put some effort into it.

He thought of Shepard's advice. Sure Kasumi stole that information out of him. But she didn't do anything with it. Didn't spread it. She didn't try to blackmail him.

If he had to give her something, it had to be as equally worked on. He wished he still had his stealth suit. She seemed to like that. But no. it was burned and had to be cut off of him after the mission. He salvaged the cloaking device, and his helmet was still working perfectly.

Re atomizing his helmet in mid thought, he put it on his head as the data flew past his view. He didn't have to mess with anything. It simply read his eye movements, and adjusted accordingly, and selected the data he focused on.

His free hand was messing with his pipboy.

Over the eight years he had been out of the vault, he had added many forms of data and schematics. Medical notes, locations, maps, desighns for weaponry and armors…

He paused when he looked at one design he hadn't seen in a while in his pipboy, a copy of an AI… and the measurements of the last human female who had put on his helmet.

Hope you guys liked the chapter. I thought you guys would like a glimps of Plague in one of his darker moments. the flashback took place post Fallout 3 before Fallout New Vegas. A year and a half since Sareh's death. This is also the time he lost his mind and enjoyed torturing his enemies. this was way before Fallout New Vegas where he started to regain his sanity.

Ok what should i ask?... Who is the other quarian surviver you meet when you get Tali?

k see ya around all.