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Mass Effect 3: The Last
A fix-fic based on my take of the Reapers motivations and the ending:
I pressed the button on the console, but nothing happened. Hackett screamed in my ear. I had nothing for him except painful grunts. The universe turned black.
"Shepard, wake up," said a child like voice.
"Where am I?" I asked.
A projection of some sort stood before me.
It looked like the kid in Vancouver, the one playing with the fighter model, the one that died….
"Shepard, wake up," it repeat.
"Who are you, what are you?"
"I am a remnant, a fraction," it said.
"I don't…" pain ripped away my strength, "I don't have time for games; show yourself, whatever you are."
The projection changed into an alien form, with large triple set of dark eyes, similar to the Keepers.
"I am The Last. There is little time, the Reapers know you are here," it said.
Hackett called over the radio, "The Reapers are disengaging from the battle and are heading for the Citadel. Whatever you did spooked them."
"Your Admiral is right. The Reapers are afraid, that's what motivates them," said the construct. Around us, Keepers worked on panels.
"What do you mean?"
"We were the first sentient life on the galaxy. We explored, we colonized, we created. The Mass Relays are our legacy. But we could not conquer death. We set about uplifting new species so that they would take our place in the galaxy. But some of us chose another path, Singularity. They merged with machines to become something different, immortal. They went on their path while we continued ours. Peace lasted for centuries. We worked among the younger species preparing them for ascension."
"What happen next?" I asked. After all this time, I had to know. There had to be reason behind all this death and destruction.
"Without warning, they attacked us. They knew our weaknesses, infiltrated our defenses, and turned us against each…othe…"
"What's wrong?"
"They are hacking the Citadel systems. We…have…time. I am the Last. The cycle started with us. They used us, our technology and our knowledge to set up the trap for every new generation. They need you, for they are stale. Perfection comes at a price...no evolution…technology…science…reproduction…a parasite on the galaxy," said the projection.
A new image appeared, Harbinger.
"Shepard, we know what you are doing. The Catalyst will not work. Even know we come for you. Surrender you essence to us. We will uplift you, we will preserve you for all time," said Harbinger.
"Do not listen…of our all children you have…the farthest…we hid…the Citadel systems…dispersed…We knew…Reapers would discover us…helped the Protheans…change Keepers…activate waveform…."
"It can not help you Shepard. It is a memory, an illusion. We are the vanguard of your existence. Billions of voices united in thought. We are Order. We are Life."
A panel glowed before me. I dragged myself a few more steps. The Citadel shuddered under my feet.
"Remember us…" said a disembodied voice. "Remember those who came before…make…sacrifice…worth…"
"Silence!" screamed Harbinger.
"You are scared aren't you?" I said between breaths. My lungs ached with each breath. I've been here before. Nothing but a long sleep awaited me. I wasn't scared but it was. They were scared to face what the they had inflicted upon untold trillions.
No more! For Thane, for Mordin, for all those who came before and those who are to come. NO MORE!
I looked at it, "I told you we would find a way." I pressed the button, "Go to hell!"
A bright light engulfed me and then I fell in the embrace of my old friend, darkness.
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A massive pulse of energy erupted from the Citadel. The waveform crashed against the approaching Reapers. Great electric storms arched across the surface of each machine. Then they drifted along their vectors. On board SSV Kilimanjaro, Admiral Hackett ordered a status report.
His sensor officer replied, "Minimal heat signatures from the enemy. Kinetic barriers down."
"All ships, this is Admiral Hackett, target the nearest Reaper and hit it with everything we got!" said Hackett over the fleet comm.
The combined firepower tore apart the target. The fleet shifted to a second and then a third as more survivors joined the fray. The Reapers stirred, but without their barriers they were easy prey for the allies. One made a run at the Destiny Ascension, only to be ripped to shreds by a massive broadside from Kwunu's Thanix cannons.
The surviving Reapers jumped toward the Charon relay.
But the relay laid cold.
The fleet followed and now had perfect alignment to fire at the Reapers vulnerable underbellies. The last of the invaders fell to three well aimed shots from the Destiny Ascension and her sister's ships, Pride of the Matriarchy and Dawn of the Republics. As the slugs detonated the enemies mass effect core the Ascension's commander yelled over the comm, "That's for Thessia you cybernetic sons of bitches!"
The Battle of Earth was over.
The battle to retake the galaxy had just begun.
A fix-fic based on my take of the Reapers motivations and the ending:
I pressed the button on the console, but nothing happened. Hackett screamed in my ear. I had nothing for him except painful grunts. The universe turned black.
"Shepard, wake up," said a child like voice.
"Where am I?" I asked.
A projection of some sort stood before me.
It looked like the kid in Vancouver, the one playing with the fighter model, the one that died….
"Shepard, wake up," it repeat.
"Who are you, what are you?"
"I am a remnant, a fraction," it said.
"I don't…" pain ripped away my strength, "I don't have time for games; show yourself, whatever you are."
The projection changed into an alien form, with large triple set of dark eyes, similar to the Keepers.
"I am The Last. There is little time, the Reapers know you are here," it said.
Hackett called over the radio, "The Reapers are disengaging from the battle and are heading for the Citadel. Whatever you did spooked them."
"Your Admiral is right. The Reapers are afraid, that's what motivates them," said the construct. Around us, Keepers worked on panels.
"What do you mean?"
"We were the first sentient life on the galaxy. We explored, we colonized, we created. The Mass Relays are our legacy. But we could not conquer death. We set about uplifting new species so that they would take our place in the galaxy. But some of us chose another path, Singularity. They merged with machines to become something different, immortal. They went on their path while we continued ours. Peace lasted for centuries. We worked among the younger species preparing them for ascension."
"What happen next?" I asked. After all this time, I had to know. There had to be reason behind all this death and destruction.
"Without warning, they attacked us. They knew our weaknesses, infiltrated our defenses, and turned us against each…othe…"
"What's wrong?"
"They are hacking the Citadel systems. We…have…time. I am the Last. The cycle started with us. They used us, our technology and our knowledge to set up the trap for every new generation. They need you, for they are stale. Perfection comes at a price...no evolution…technology…science…reproduction…a parasite on the galaxy," said the projection.
A new image appeared, Harbinger.
"Shepard, we know what you are doing. The Catalyst will not work. Even know we come for you. Surrender you essence to us. We will uplift you, we will preserve you for all time," said Harbinger.
"Do not listen…of our all children you have…the farthest…we hid…the Citadel systems…dispersed…We knew…Reapers would discover us…helped the Protheans…change Keepers…activate waveform…."
"It can not help you Shepard. It is a memory, an illusion. We are the vanguard of your existence. Billions of voices united in thought. We are Order. We are Life."
A panel glowed before me. I dragged myself a few more steps. The Citadel shuddered under my feet.
"Remember us…" said a disembodied voice. "Remember those who came before…make…sacrifice…worth…"
"Silence!" screamed Harbinger.
"You are scared aren't you?" I said between breaths. My lungs ached with each breath. I've been here before. Nothing but a long sleep awaited me. I wasn't scared but it was. They were scared to face what the they had inflicted upon untold trillions.
No more! For Thane, for Mordin, for all those who came before and those who are to come. NO MORE!
I looked at it, "I told you we would find a way." I pressed the button, "Go to hell!"
A bright light engulfed me and then I fell in the embrace of my old friend, darkness.
----------
A massive pulse of energy erupted from the Citadel. The waveform crashed against the approaching Reapers. Great electric storms arched across the surface of each machine. Then they drifted along their vectors. On board SSV Kilimanjaro, Admiral Hackett ordered a status report.
His sensor officer replied, "Minimal heat signatures from the enemy. Kinetic barriers down."
"All ships, this is Admiral Hackett, target the nearest Reaper and hit it with everything we got!" said Hackett over the fleet comm.
The combined firepower tore apart the target. The fleet shifted to a second and then a third as more survivors joined the fray. The Reapers stirred, but without their barriers they were easy prey for the allies. One made a run at the Destiny Ascension, only to be ripped to shreds by a massive broadside from Kwunu's Thanix cannons.
The surviving Reapers jumped toward the Charon relay.
But the relay laid cold.
The fleet followed and now had perfect alignment to fire at the Reapers vulnerable underbellies. The last of the invaders fell to three well aimed shots from the Destiny Ascension and her sister's ships, Pride of the Matriarchy and Dawn of the Republics. As the slugs detonated the enemies mass effect core the Ascension's commander yelled over the comm, "That's for Thessia you cybernetic sons of bitches!"
The Battle of Earth was over.
The battle to retake the galaxy had just begun.
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After the Reapers (my ME3-ending) CH. 2
CHAPTER 2 THE NIGHT OF VICTORY (GarrusxFemShep)
That night had been incredible, the Earth on fire under the deadly beams of Reapers had suddenly turned into a theater of cheerful shouts and tears of joy, kisses and hugs.
The machines had suddenly collapsed thunderously to the ground like inanimate puppets, smashing buildings and crushing other victims, but abruptly ending a nightmare from which it seemed impossible to wake up.
Garrus and Liara had followed Shepard, running with her at breakneck speed and watching her back, up to the moment she was hit by the beam.
After the impact Garrus had run towards that point, sure to see bef
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At first everything was fuzzy. And very, very painful.
"Shepard. Shepard!"
They're calling my name. Something is still wrong. Must do something. Must get up. Must help.
"No, no, lay still. Don't move. Shepard! Don't move!"
Arms grasped her, held her down. "Shepard! Look at me!"
It was Karin Chakwas. Grasping her shoulders, staring into her eyes, looking concerned. "Shepard. I need you to lay still. You're going to hurt yourself."
There was a third hand on her arm. A hand with tree fingers. And a voice with the familiar flanging. "It's okay, Shepard. Everything is fine. It's over."
It took a lot of effort to turn her head. "Garrus."
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Title: Nightmares
Author: JohnnyDepp-Fan
Timeline: Before reaching Cerberus Headquarters
Main characters: Alais Shepard and Liara T'Soni
It was dark, pitch black, she couldn't even see her hand in front of her face, 'where am I?' she thought. Then as suddenly as the thought left her mind a white light appeared in the distance, with no place else to go she ran towards it while it became bigger and bigger until it engulfed her and then she saw... "Kaidan?!"
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