"Severe neural trauma and systemic shutdown. The council would hold them back for sure, this time, keep them bottled up for another twenty years, maybe longer.Ĭhakwas paused, pursing her lips. The whole damned bureaucratic mess to do over, with the added disadvantage that it had been the humans who had pushed the schedule as far as it could go. Or pursued her chance, and, against all good sense, caught the bastard.īut this time, there'd be no victory snatched from the jaws of defeat. He'd known her to take some stupid risks in her time, seemingly indifferent to her own survival and risking her life for impossible long-shots, but somehow she always turned back just before the point of no return. He had served with Shepard a time or two before, that's why he forwarded her dossier to Udina for this opportunity. Wherever she's gone, she's beyond my help."Īnderson didn't let it show, but the words tore something, deep in his heart. Tell Chakwas to expect incoming wounded."Ĭhakwas gave a long sigh, and shook her head at Anderson. Her eyes remained open, and that horrible fixed, uneven stare unnerved both marines. She shivered and twitched slightly, but calling her name and shaking her did nothing. One iris was a thin sliver of gold around a pupil gone huge, the other seemed to cover her pupil entirely, as if in her last extremity she was trying to both shut out what she was seeing, sensing, and at the same time memorize every detail.
Ash and Kaidan were there instantly, but though her eyes were open, they saw nothing. With a strangely muted thud, the beacon exploded, and Shepard fell in a boneless heap. She hung in midair, like the plaything of a wraith, her body growing ever more limp as image after image, horror after horror assaulted her senses.Įven her mind, trained and hardened to the horrors of war, couldn't cope. Her eyes weren't moving now, staring unseeing into an unknowable abyss of distance and time. Compared to the vision before her, nothing else mattered.
She could vaguely hear Kaidan and Ashley arguing, but it was soft, muted. She was struggling mightily, like a fly caught in a web, but unable to force herself away from the Beacon.Įven as Ashley called out her name, she felt herself lifted into the air. But both marines could clearly see that Shepard was in trouble. The white-armored woman landed heavily, and knocked Kaidan down when he tried to catch her. She rushed forward, grasped Ash around the waist and hurled her away from the beacon. She made an instant decision and acted without hesitation. What the Council was considering her Spectre candidacy for. Ash was on her feet, but being slowly dragged towards it, unable to pull away. Kaidan murmured softly to her, but her eyes snapped to the side as the beacon emitted some kind of flare. He turned to Shepard as his commander finished detailing the location. We don't know what this thing was designed to do." Kaidan was frowning a bit, "We'd better be careful, Ms Williams. But it wasn't doing anything like -that- when they dug it up, though. "Actual working Prothean technology doesn't grow on trees, you know. She was describing how it was found and unearthed to Kaidan. Request immediate evac."īehind her, Ash was looking curiously at the massive block of metal, now glowing a bit along its long, central stalk. All those lives lost, all those hopes and dreams destroyed, all that death and misery. She shook her head a little, her chin-length bob swaying a bit as she turned away from the artifact.Īll for this piece of ancient Prothean junk.
#SHADOWRUN GENERATOR PASSWORD SERIES#
The Geth had ravaged Eden Prime, destroyed dozens of square kilometers of farmland in a series of bizarre hit-and-run raids, rendering entire farms little more than scorched bare pieces of rock. Shepard slid her gun into its holster, the magnetic seals clamping in place. When the Dream of Shepard runs to an end, the Dragon will Awaken. And when this hero falls, something different will rise. Sometimes, something dark lives in the heart of the light. It's only a matter of time before Shepard falls.īut sometimes, a hero is more than just a hero. Stained and scarred, but unbroken and unbowed.īut Lions can be killed. A hero to some, a devil in disguise to others. But sometimes, once in a very long time, when one hero falls, another rises in her place. Often, their fall is as legendary as their rise. This is a crosspost from FF.net that a few people have said I should put up on here. Please be gentle, this is my first fic on SV.
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