Revalations

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           Her hands slowly moved down his muscular chest. Long, pale fingers stood in stark contrast to the deep tan flesh pulled taut over a physic wrought by years of training and discipline. Bright and piercing green eyes met soft, honey brown. Smiles curved two sets of lips, one only a few shades lighter then the deep honey brown of his skin tone and the other a dark pink. Jet black hair lay sprawled across his shoulder and he gently pressed his face into the short but silky locks.



           Truce’s hands slowly slipped through Kaiden’s hair, her lips pressing against his flushed cheek as the sheet covering her slipped. She tortuously let it slide to where it was just covering her hips. Kaiden shivered as her breasts touched his side, her nipples tightening at their exposure to the cold air.



           Commander Truce Shepard wasn’t a beautiful woman. Her cheek bones jutted out severely and her skin was stretched taught against her frame, making her face skeletal and her body a hard, compacted structure. Her body was pure muscle and her frame was borderline masculine. Her basic Marine training as well as her life on the streets in the Earthen slums had turned what might have been a luscious feminine body into a hard, compacted killing machine. But it wasn’t her physical appearance that attracted him.



           Kaiden pressed his nose into her hair, smelling her shampoo and kissing her lightly. His arms wrapped protectively around a woman who needed no protection. Yes, he thought to himself, It’s definitely the mind behind the flesh. Truce Shepard was a tactical and mechanical genius. Her mechanical skills rivaled Tali’s and she was a prodigal Quarian mechanic. That aside, she was a dead shot with a sniper rifle, often earning praise from Garrus. His arms tightened involuntarily around his Commander as he thought of the Turian Sniper. Somethings off about his expressions and mannerisms... He didn’t have anything against the Turian, but there was something about him that made him shudder.



           Truce squirmed in his grasp, bringing him out of his musings. Her bright green eyes locked onto his and her pale hand reached up to touch his face, contrasting jarringly with his darker skin. A small smile that he had only seen in private pulled the corners of her lips up. Kaiden couldn’t help but return the smile. The smile slipped from her face, turning her features cold once more.



           “I think it’s about time we got up.” she whispered, her voice and demeanor turning from Truce, the love of his life to Shepard, his commanding officer and a ruthless woman who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals, “ Contact Pressly and see how far away we are from the area of transmission loss.”



           Kaiden inwardly sighed. He pulled himself out of bed with a soft “Yes Commander,” and began to don his Alliance uniform. This was going to be a long day of staring out a nothing, once again.



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           Nothing. He felt like slamming his forehead into one of the port-side windows, just to see if he could crack is. Anything to relieve the boredom he was experiencing. It wasn’t as if he was not trained for a great expanse of down-time; three weeks off and on had a tendency to be taxing on the patience levels of the average human. He resigned himself to another normal, boring day, typing away at the console, standing in his own little corner across the hall from the Med-Bay.



           Kaiden stood, poised on the edge of a decision: should he abandon his post in favor of food or stay and listen to the growing rumblings of his stomach? He had just sat down to eat, spearing some sort of military grade food paste on the end of a military grade, plastic spork and had it halfway to his lips when the alarms sounded. Kaiden inwardly sighed and scooped up his tray, scarfing his meal down in the time it took for him to cross the cafeteria and toss his waste into the trash.



           His hands expertly fastened his leggings and vest on just before the ship rattled, throwing him off balance and into the wall behind him. Rubbing the back of his head, he scooped up his gauntlets and pulled them roughly on, snapping the seals haphazardly as he fought to keep his balance as the ship rocked back and forth beneath him. He barely escaped being slammed into the wall and dodged another crew member as an explosion sent her charred remains flying past him.



           His call was one of relief. She hadn’t been touched by the chaos that had engulfed the Normandy. “Shepard!” She affixed her helmet before turning to him and he pulled his on. This was serious and from the warning strobes, there were multiple hull breaches.



           “Distress beacon is ready for launch.” Her cold voice pained him. He longed to hold Truce Sheppard once more. Truce didn’t exist now as he shouted back his worry. An explosion rocked him and pushed him into a piece of debris, causing him to grunt in pain and shock. Once again she was saving his ass, a fire extinguisher in hand spraying the fire that had sprung up only a foot from where he was standing.



 

He didn’t hear the first part of her statement but the ringing in his ears stopped just in time to hear her order. He wasn’t about to leave her behind. “Joker’s still in the cockpit. He won’t abandon ship. I’m not leaving either.” He grabbed his own extinguisher and attempted to battle his own blaze, trying to quell it before another console exploded.

 

Her hand grabbed his shoulder and she pushed him backwards with enough force to make his stumble. “ Get your ass to the damn shuttles! I’ll haul Joker’s crippled ass out of here.” He was glad she couldn't see his expression of shock and hurt. He turned and looked back at her.

 

“Commander....” he pleaded, too much emotion showing in his voice.

 

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!” she shouted at him, anger, passion, and a small touch of fear lining her voice. It ripped his heart out, but he turned and left her.

 

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Sprinkler systems coated his armor in slick wetness, a flame retardant liquid that was doing a damn good job at quelling the blazes. He stood at the edge of the escape pod, forcing each person through, praying he see her and giving up when a woman was blasted around the corner. He briefly clenched his eyes and slipped into the pod himself, praying that she’d make it into one of the few that were positioned on the bridge. Everyone else had made it, however and the pod he was in jettisoned.

 

He watched the Normandy limp pathetically, along, struck with awe that it was still in one piece. Large chunks of it’s wings were torn away, not to mention the gaping hole in the top of it. That has a tendency to cause a few atmospheric problems, he mused sarcastically to himself. Then the Normandy exploded into a fiery ball, splitting in half as another beam cut through it. He saw another pod jettison as the wreckage began to drift down into the atmosphere of the nearest planet, spiraling downward.

 

It seemed like days passed before Alliance ships picked up the pods though he knew it was only hours. Relief was etched onto his face as he was pulled out of the cramped pod and onto a vessel that he didn’t care the name of. He scanned the faces of those piling out of other pods, nervous and filled with anticipation. Kaiden forced himself not to panic.

 

Where is she?!

 

The last pod emptied, Joker hobbling his way out with the help of one of the crew. His eyes caught Kaiden’s; he was easy to spot, being the only one in combat armor. Sorrow lined every corner of his face and Joker suddenly became very interested in his feet. Kaiden couldn’t feel his legs and felt himself fall to his knees. Tears poured down his cheeks as he fought off the blackness hovering around the edges of his vision. Why...?

 

Pain lanced up the base of his skull and he fell back against the wall, shutting off his communicator as he cried out in agony. His heart constricted and a hand flew to his chest; an irregular and heavy beat slapped up against his palm. He felt his arm fall away and compressors deactivate on his helmet and it being pulled off. Light blinded him and he noticed his vision was blurred. Pain tightened around his chest as his vest was pulled off and his undershirt ripped open. He dimly heard Chakwas’s voice shout at him from behind a veil of haze before he succumbed to the blackness that had been creeping across his vision.

 

Not her....!

 

 

 

AN: While not necessary for me to update, rates and reviews are much appreciated. The First Chapter, since this was sort of the prolouge, will be up (hopefully) soon. :D Until then,

~Nobody