On the fourth day of Andromeda

My true love gave to me:

Four dead Reapers!

"Everything hinges on this moment. It's all up to you. So Vakarian, whatever you do... don't. Press. This. Button." Commander Thrikan told her seriously, handing Solana the trigger, uneasy at the maniacal grin she gave it. "Not until we give the signal."

"Mmmhhhhmmmm." She hummed, stroking the trigger lovingly. "Got it."

"Solana, I mean it. you press that while we're still in the zone, and everybody. Dies." he emphasized. She hovered her talon over the button.

"So why don't we press it now so you don't have to go in there?" she insisted, talon lowering towards the button. He grabbed her hand.

"NO. We need to lure the Reapers to the blast site!" He told her.

There were two Vakarian kids. There was Garrus; famous friend of Commander Shepard, elite sniper, charmer. Then there was... Solana. Unstable explosives expert with a fetish for blowing things up, large and small. Spent time as a civilian demolitions expert, until the war hit and she was suddenly being hire to blow up not old buildings, but Reapers. Among other things.

Other things, being a volcano. Rigged with nuclear devices. An erupting volcano rigged with nuclear devices, which would hopefully be taking a few Reapers with it. There were five of the massive ships dotted among the Islands they were at, all they had to do was lure them to the blast site, take out their shields from orbit, and blow them up.

"Now, get to the safe zone." he told her. As she ran gleefully to the shuttle, he turned back and yelled after her. "And remember to were protective glasses! The light will fry your eyes!"

"Whateveeerrr!" she sang back as the door to the shuttle closed. The shuttle bay opened, and the small craft left. He sighed, one hand on his forehead. What am I going to do with that girl?

Solana didn't care that she wasn't famous. Garrus was the big, bad, galaxy-saving butt-kicker, and she was just... 'the little sister'. She was cool with that; she hated attention anyway. And no fame meant 'no expectations', right? Oh, how father had been disappointed when she didn't join C-Sec. But he was far more accepting of her choice to blow stuff up for a living than he was of Garrus' choice to run around kicking Saren's cybernetic butt all across the galaxy with the Lion of Elysium.

At least mother was proud, in the end...

She'd kicked Garrus' butt(quite literally) when he'd shown up at the clinic, late, on the day their mother died. Needless to say, the butt kicking had ended in shock when she saw that the right side of his face had gotten blown off. Then, she kicked his butt again for not telling her. Then, after mother died, she kicked his butt again for going through a dangerous relay on a literal suicide mission.

She'd kicked her brother's butt a lot in those days. Then, the Reapers hit, she broke her leg in the escape, and now, instead of being on the ground, fighting, someone else was managing her explosives, and she was stuck sitting on the other end of the line with only the satisfaction of hitting the remote to appease her. Well, I suppose it's a little fun to mess around with the solders.

She shot the shuttle pilot a wicked, predatory grin. They all thought she was crazy. She loved the looks on their faces when she did her laugh.

"Okay, almost there. Tell Vakarian to be ready." The transmission patched through. She rushed to the monitor with a squeal of delight, the camera she'd requested to be set up giving a perfect view of the volcano, and the Reapers that were closing in on it. If she tried really hard, and squinted, she could see Thrikan's ship, among multiple others.

Suddenly, the Turian ships shot way up into the atmosphere, the four slower Reaper Capitol ships trying to follow. Only four to the party, then? Shame.

"Now!" The command came.

"We're a go!" the pilot announced at the same time. Solana punched down on the button triumphantly, laughing maniacally as the volcano erupted into glorious flames.

"BURN! HAHAHA! BURN! BUUUUURN!" She cried with a deranged cackle, talons curling as she shared her joy with the world. The volcano and the area around it exploded into a fiery, magma-assisted nuclear blast, the four Reapers engulfed as the entire area was violently destroyed.

And as they burned, Solana Vakarian laughed.

Solana the demolitions Turian has mental instability. ^^

Yeah, I think we all deserve to see some explosions every once in a while. Jayfeatter has a lot of explosions in her fics; I decided it was my turn to blow up a volcano.

I'm not sure whether to be flattered or concered that my 'best ME writing yet' is a bunch of impromptu one-shots that I write in 15 minutes or less every day... Personally, I think these ar rough compared to How to be a Rouge or my other one-shots.

Brace yourselves; drunk Elcor are coming...

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