'How long have I been here?' She twisted her neck, trying to find any angle that didn't hurt like a hit from a thresher maw. It looked a little like the ancient night vision goggles earth's militarys once used. His eyes were hidden by a bulky helmet with three forward facing red lights. Talking to her was a human soldier wearing a uniform she didn't recognize. It looked like some kind of cannon, but that was stupid, why would anybody waste time with artillery fixed at a horizontal angle? She was in the shade of a massive metal structure far above her and sticking out over the city. Beneath the ledge was some kind of tiered urban area, gradually descending into the ocean. She was sitting on a ledge and leaning against a girder. How was she still alive?īlinking, Shepard looked for whoever was speaking. Alongside a generous helping of blood loss and probably even organ rupture and implant failure. Unless you counted the lakes on the presidium, but they couldn't be oceans, they didn't even have fish. How pretty.īut wasn't she on the citadel? There weren't any oceans on the citadel. Where was she? She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted with a lovely orange sunset over a perfectly still ocean. 'Ma'am? This is a restricted area, you can't stay here.

And it all ended with the speeches of a mad AI. The cause had consumed her the need to save as many as possible, to stop the harvest, to end the cycle.Īn entire galaxy united: a chance for survival bought by the sacrifice of billions. So much was at stake and she had given her all. She had fought against the Reapers for so long. Without hope, we might as well be machines, programmed to do what we're told.' 'You're taking away our future! Without a future, we have no hope. She would have cringed if she'd had the strength. The memories flickered through her mind's haze. 'The created will always rebel against their creators… the result is conflict, destruction, chaos. Her vision swam, all she could make out was a vague orange haze.

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