Sole Survivor, Mako Driver
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+M through R › Mass Effect
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,963
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 2
Shepard awakes to the smell of death and bleach. She has a vague notion she should be panicked, but can't seem to muster up the energy.
Voices buzz around her, and she's suddenly scared. Where is she? She tries to move, briefly registering she's laid down on a bed, but even opening her eyes is an effort. Even though everything aches, that kind of dull ache that means things are worse than they seem, Shepard tries to move, and finally succeeds in opening her eyes a crack, only to be met with a harsh white glow. Her eyes take an age to adjust, all the while the buzz of voices around her steadily getting louder and more urgent. Wires and bags come into view, and with a horror she realises that most of them are attached to her.
“She's waking up!” Is the first sentence she hears clearly in the cacophony of voices.
“Get a hold of the chip,” Is the second thing she hears, and her stomach drops into her feet. Damnit, Cerberus must have her, how long has she been here? Where's Kaidan?
They murmur about the chip again, and Jane Shepard does something she hasn't done since she saw Kaidan bruised and bloody, beaten half to death by that damn mech.
She panics.
* 0 * 0 * 0 *
Checking her vital stats, the head doctor confirms what he already knows. “She's waking up!” he barks at the other doctors. “Someone get a hold of the ship!”
One of the junior doctors pipes up, “Which ship, Sir?”
“Well I doubt the human will care after two years, but you can radio both if you so wish! Pass me the damned,”
He doesn't finish his sentence before a biotic slam hits him, all the doctors, and half of the equipment, and sends them flying across the hospital room. Even too weak to sit or speak, Shepard's biotic powers are impressive. The junior doctor is the first to stand.
“Get Sally, tell her to get the biotic dampeners, and make sure she brings a goddamn syringe shooter!” The head doctor groans from the floor.
“Yes Sir!” the junior doctor replies.
“Shepard!” The head doctor yells, getting off the floor and helping a nurse up. “We're not your enemies, you're in a hospital, you've been injured. You don't need to fight us.... Damn it her readings are peaking, is Sally here yet with those biotic dampeners?”
His only answer is a ping and a whizzing noise, and then Shepard is out of juice. The doctor steps towards her cautiously.
“Shepard? Jane. Is there anyone I can call for you?”
She moves her hand weakly, a huge effort, and the doctor realises she still has a multitude of pipes in her throat. “Right, we're going to take a few of these out, but they may have to go back in again later, depending on your progress. We've biotically dampened you so you don't tear the hospital apart, the rest I can tell you when you're feeling better. I think...”
Shepard grates out two words, more of a cough than anything considering she hasn't used her voice in five years.
“Where's Kaidan?”
* 0 * 0 * 0 *
There's a call coming through on Garrus's omni tool, from a little backwater hospital on Earth. Somewhere no-one would ever think of looking for Commander Shepard, no-one except him anyway.
To his credit, when the call arrives, Garrus keeps his cool. No-one except another turian might have noticed the distress shown in his mandibles, and even though he's currently with four other turians in what's left of his task force, none of them are paying much attention to him. The thresher maw (How many of these bastards is he going to be unlucky enough to run across?) Is taking up most of their attention.
With a turn almost resembling a pirouette, Garrus ducks out from beneath cover and slams a concussive round into the thresher maw's side. It screeches, but doesn't yet turn its attention to him. He waits a second, then pops back out of cover, sprinting to a craggy rock that provides cover from the maw's acid spitting attacks, shooting off a few rounds with his assault rifle as he runs.
To his team's credit, the maw is almost half taken down already. Garrus knows he is fighting below-par, he can't stop thinking about Shepard. What if she's got worse? There was that time almost three years ago when she almost died. His mandibles twitch in agitation. What if... Spirits, no. Not thinking along those lines, not when these men and women depend on me.
Garrus pops up from cover again, scowling at the fact some stupid krogan decided to start an arena here, on Mars. Not only does the damn planet bring back memories of that damned double crossing Alenko, of Shepard, but the fact that an adolescent thresher maw has been undetected here for the past four years, is ridiculous. You'd think someone would have put the regular earthquakes and tunnel sightings together and come up with the answer - “Nobody ever bet a damn krogan he can't sneak a thresher maw over the size of a cow onto any planet.”
Looking back at the thresher maw that is now the length of seven or eight makos (and that brings back bittersweet memories too, damn it), Garrus is too distracted by marvelling at how fast the maw has grown to see a large rock it has thrown up with its mangled tail.
It hits him with a crack, the impact knocking him over, and probably breaking more than a few bones. Struggling for breath and unable to dislodge the rock on top of him, the last thing Garrus Vakarian sees before he passes out is a rather large, rather dead thresher maw falling and about to land on top of him.
Voices buzz around her, and she's suddenly scared. Where is she? She tries to move, briefly registering she's laid down on a bed, but even opening her eyes is an effort. Even though everything aches, that kind of dull ache that means things are worse than they seem, Shepard tries to move, and finally succeeds in opening her eyes a crack, only to be met with a harsh white glow. Her eyes take an age to adjust, all the while the buzz of voices around her steadily getting louder and more urgent. Wires and bags come into view, and with a horror she realises that most of them are attached to her.
“She's waking up!” Is the first sentence she hears clearly in the cacophony of voices.
“Get a hold of the chip,” Is the second thing she hears, and her stomach drops into her feet. Damnit, Cerberus must have her, how long has she been here? Where's Kaidan?
They murmur about the chip again, and Jane Shepard does something she hasn't done since she saw Kaidan bruised and bloody, beaten half to death by that damn mech.
She panics.
* 0 * 0 * 0 *
Checking her vital stats, the head doctor confirms what he already knows. “She's waking up!” he barks at the other doctors. “Someone get a hold of the ship!”
One of the junior doctors pipes up, “Which ship, Sir?”
“Well I doubt the human will care after two years, but you can radio both if you so wish! Pass me the damned,”
He doesn't finish his sentence before a biotic slam hits him, all the doctors, and half of the equipment, and sends them flying across the hospital room. Even too weak to sit or speak, Shepard's biotic powers are impressive. The junior doctor is the first to stand.
“Get Sally, tell her to get the biotic dampeners, and make sure she brings a goddamn syringe shooter!” The head doctor groans from the floor.
“Yes Sir!” the junior doctor replies.
“Shepard!” The head doctor yells, getting off the floor and helping a nurse up. “We're not your enemies, you're in a hospital, you've been injured. You don't need to fight us.... Damn it her readings are peaking, is Sally here yet with those biotic dampeners?”
His only answer is a ping and a whizzing noise, and then Shepard is out of juice. The doctor steps towards her cautiously.
“Shepard? Jane. Is there anyone I can call for you?”
She moves her hand weakly, a huge effort, and the doctor realises she still has a multitude of pipes in her throat. “Right, we're going to take a few of these out, but they may have to go back in again later, depending on your progress. We've biotically dampened you so you don't tear the hospital apart, the rest I can tell you when you're feeling better. I think...”
Shepard grates out two words, more of a cough than anything considering she hasn't used her voice in five years.
“Where's Kaidan?”
* 0 * 0 * 0 *
There's a call coming through on Garrus's omni tool, from a little backwater hospital on Earth. Somewhere no-one would ever think of looking for Commander Shepard, no-one except him anyway.
To his credit, when the call arrives, Garrus keeps his cool. No-one except another turian might have noticed the distress shown in his mandibles, and even though he's currently with four other turians in what's left of his task force, none of them are paying much attention to him. The thresher maw (How many of these bastards is he going to be unlucky enough to run across?) Is taking up most of their attention.
With a turn almost resembling a pirouette, Garrus ducks out from beneath cover and slams a concussive round into the thresher maw's side. It screeches, but doesn't yet turn its attention to him. He waits a second, then pops back out of cover, sprinting to a craggy rock that provides cover from the maw's acid spitting attacks, shooting off a few rounds with his assault rifle as he runs.
To his team's credit, the maw is almost half taken down already. Garrus knows he is fighting below-par, he can't stop thinking about Shepard. What if she's got worse? There was that time almost three years ago when she almost died. His mandibles twitch in agitation. What if... Spirits, no. Not thinking along those lines, not when these men and women depend on me.
Garrus pops up from cover again, scowling at the fact some stupid krogan decided to start an arena here, on Mars. Not only does the damn planet bring back memories of that damned double crossing Alenko, of Shepard, but the fact that an adolescent thresher maw has been undetected here for the past four years, is ridiculous. You'd think someone would have put the regular earthquakes and tunnel sightings together and come up with the answer - “Nobody ever bet a damn krogan he can't sneak a thresher maw over the size of a cow onto any planet.”
Looking back at the thresher maw that is now the length of seven or eight makos (and that brings back bittersweet memories too, damn it), Garrus is too distracted by marvelling at how fast the maw has grown to see a large rock it has thrown up with its mangled tail.
It hits him with a crack, the impact knocking him over, and probably breaking more than a few bones. Struggling for breath and unable to dislodge the rock on top of him, the last thing Garrus Vakarian sees before he passes out is a rather large, rather dead thresher maw falling and about to land on top of him.