Just another ruiten mission, why do I always say that before a mission of course it's ruiten haven't done anything yet, it's everything that happens along the way , the choices you make, the paths you chose they turn the ruiten into anything but. Of course, that's how it started,a ruiten mission, answering a distress call, and look where that got me. We were testing out the normandy, Captain Andersons new ship, when a distress call came in, an alliance petrol on Eden Prime  had been attacked, they’d seen something they couldn't explain, whatever it was, it was massive, I hit the ground with my lieutenant, Kaidan Alenko, good kid, loyal, by the book, and a talent for biotics. We came across the lone survivor of the patrol, Chief Gunner Ashley Williams, solider to the core, tough, disciplined, ready to take on whatever came her way, Ashley joined up with us, and took us to the spot where her team had been attacked, that's when we saw it, a ship, like nothing I’d ever seen, its massive, scorching the colony and everything around it, until it blasted away, we followed the destruction to an artifact, a prothean beacon, the colony had dug it up, and whoever attacked must’ve wanted it. Alenko made the mistake of getting to close, it hit him with some type of energy, I grabbed him and threw him out of the way, that when it hit me, hard. Every muscle in my body went rigid, I couldn't move, could barely breath, everything went black, then I saw something, a vision, dream, a nightmare. By the time I woke up, we were halfway to the citadel, and halfway on our way to meet the council, I was expect to explain what i’d seen, Anderson came along, so did Udia, a human councilman, with this heavy weight we were supposed to be able to convince the council.

With this we could convince the council that the ship we’d seen was a threat- and so was the individual behind it. The main suspect behind the Eden Prime Attack Was Sarren- A specter upon the citadel, he’d been seen by a witness on eden prime and there was some evidence that suspected that he wasn’t working alone. But even Udians pointed accusations weren't enough-- They just couldn't believe that one of their chosen elite specters could be guilty of something as massive as this.. They needed proof which meant I needed proof. Fortunately I wasn't alone in my search, Garrus, another turian, Wanted to help.  A top agent for citadel security, despite orders from his higher ups who said he shouldn't get involved, he told me he was suspicious of sarren. And he had some useful leads. More importantly he was willing to share them, that lead me to wrex. The biggest nastiest krogan bounty hunter I had ever seen.He turned out to be more than just ripped. It was his intel that lead to a fugitive who had incriminating evidence on Sarren, the fugitive turned out to be an energetic little Quarian named tali. A tech expert with a knack for hacking she procured some info on sarren. evidence that proved he was dirty. Talis evidence went as proof that put sarren responsible for eden prime and the war ship. was infact his flag ship. But it went much further. sarren was trying to find a way to bring back sentient machines from dark space machines responsible for cleansing the entire galaxy of organic life. These reapers wiped out all life 50000 years ago. Including the protheans . Then disappearing back threw the mass relays to dark space, leaving no trace they had ever been  that explained why sarren was after the beacon and made sense of my nightmare. But not much else.

with this evidence the council reduced sarren as a specter and gave me a specter status. Then Anderson gave me his ship and sent us out to find sarren.

along the way we picked up a scientist named Liara t’soni, daughter of Sarens crime partner she helped me decipher my dream more. Then we went to novaria, a planet known for science expeditions, the planet was frigid and cold, here we found out Sarens partner was doing research on the rachni, a race of aliens that had tormented all of life years ago had been re born… we fought The woman then sent the rachni queen off to her own planet where she promised not to harm any life.  
That moved us to look at more of darren's research operations before landing us on his facility. A place that was looking to cure the Krogan genophage. When Wrex heard of our plans to blow the place up he got angry and hostile. But thanks to ash and kaidan we got him calmed down and to see the sense to why.  that's when we moved.  breaking into the lab and planting our bombs.
Thats where i met the reaper. Sovereign, he was speaking to us. and he made it clear that he had control, and sarren was just a puppet before vanishing.  We confronted Sarren and tried to talk some sense into him, but he wouldn't listen.  I tried to keep him talking so i could get all of my team out, but he left to quickly and i had to make the choice.. It was rough.. But ash stayed behind, i knew i could trust her to set the charges right.  
IT was rough, but we had to keep going. I won't forget leaving a member behind like that. She will live in our minds honorably.

We followed sarren to the prothean planet before meeting a prothean warning ai, then we realized he was going to the citadel where we jumped to in a shuttle. AFter spending allot of time over running the citadel we finally regained control and defeated saren, but sovereign was still hitting hard.  The council was getting most of the attack on the destiny ascension and it was either risky the alliance fleet or the council. ANd i chose the council. Joker, my pilot lead the assault to sovereign and got us the victory.

The citadel was in ruins and there needed to be a new council , and humans were apart of it this time. I chose Anderson as the best fit for the job, he didn't want it, which meant he'd be perfect for it, no admissions in the way. Then, we came to the shake down of geth straglers.
Just another Routine mission.

~Archangel ~
Shepard let out a low sigh looking over at Miranda then at Jacob, she gave an annoyed mumbled before running her finger over the lines of cybernetic scars along her cheeks and jaw.  Everything about this woman radiated Controlled strength and a deadly person when pushed the wrong way Strawberry blond hair that once hung in front of her eyes and down her back was now tied up atop her head in a tight sock bun. Vibrant purple eyes lined with black eyeliner and dusted with grey and red eye shadow, pale cheeks dusted in freckles and blush, a scar marked her lower lip looking like a split lip almost but healed over.  She was tall, 5’9, taller than the brunet woman next to her.  
“Shepard, we should start moving and disabling those mechs and heavy mechs like EDI told us too” Miranda mumbled softly brushing brunet hair from her face then adjusting her grip on her gun, “It’ll help us in the lon-”
“I know what I’m doing Miranda, “Shepard finally cut in, looking back before walking forwards. “Don’t forget I fought the reapers,” Then she moved to a soft jog sliding threw the doors and going down the directed halls, Give it to bands of mercenaries to make their encampment a basic maze.  Doors would slide open and vorcha or Krogan would snap at her, ‘go away freelancers’ that was there cover…   Free lancers, hired arms that weren’t any named band, usually use to get shot by archangel first. Oh boy they were up for a surprise.  Finally the door to the mechs and heavy mechs slid open, data pads and a computer. Shepard gestured Miranda to the computer then moved to the data pad pulling it open to get the holographic computer to open up.
“This is an old system, it’ll be easy to hack, give me a moment Shepard”
the ginger nodded and started sliding lockers together to hack the pad before opening it up completely “ Rerouting the mechs programing to shoot mercenaries “ Shepard mumbled typing in a series of codes “ good to go, hurry up Miranda. “
You could practically feel Miranda role her eyes in annoyance before the computer made the dinging sound to confirm the rewritten codes. “Computers are harder than data pads,” Miranda mumbled before turning back “let’s go.”  
         So they did, moving back down the coursing hallways till they were in the one area where the gun ships were. And the Man they needed to talk to. Shepard moved forwards staring around then speaking “are you the one in charge,?”  She spoke softly looking around.
Then the six bug like eyed alien turned around with the nose that looked like it belonged on a bat “ That’s me, the man telling you freelancers what to do” he rambled and rambled and rambled until shepherd___30 got bored picked up an electrical circuit and shoved it into the man’s body suit. 
“You work too hard “she whispered as the man seized and struggled till he went limp. “Gun ship isn’t repaired “
“Good job, we should probably get out there before they get to archangel. “  Shepard nodded going over the barricade and shooting every merch she could see running over the bridge littered with the bodies of Mercenaries and mechs, blood, motor oil, thermal clips, shells.  Everything you could expect, the house that Archangel had set up in was littered the same way, Shepard took the liberty of blowing up some of the bombs that mercenaries were charging letting them take the blast, and well.. Die.  Then she moved up the stairs and threw the hall taking down those in her path like a war machine.  Finally they entered the room where Archangel had set up.
Shepard wasn’t sure what she was expecting but when the grey turian with the blue paintings along his cheeks and Manticals. Visor over one eye for aim, blue body armor.   His eyes seemed to be as wide as hers, but then hers seemed to be just a bit wider. “Garrus--”
The turian set down his sniper and stepped forwards then another step then another step before quickly embracing The ginger woman  “Shepard, I thought you were dead” he mumbled, she quickly hugged back . Before the turian stepped back, “Look at what we have to deal with his” he mumbled before handing over the gun the woman looked threw the scope before handing back.
            “Looks like they’re preparing the gun… Great chance for them” She mumbled scowling “They’ll send the mechs out next, good luck for them again. Garrus gave a quizzical stare then turned back to see the white robots turning their guns on their creators and firing. That’d keep them occupied. Then Shepard turned away from him and began working on the mercenaries taking them out from the extra height with grace.   Shepard was amazing, Garrus couldn’t help but find himself looking at her then forcing himself to look away.
Then the building shook the sound of copters and engines. Then the over com from the ship broke through “ give up Archangel You are not getting out of there alive”  The gun ship, and the Piolet , Garrus hissed and jumped up from his cover pulling his assault riffle from his back and firing. The ships turrets went off and started firing into the room, the couch ripped up and let fluff and fabric fly everywhere, Shepard cursed slightly and crawled behind a wall along with her companions, but Garrus still shot.
Then he tossed himself behind Cover. As the Loud speaker went off “Come out you coward, let us give you a taste of your own treatment. “
Garrus narrowed his eye then stood up firing again and again and again. But the bullets did nothing to the cover of the ship, within seconds the piolet released a missile that burst through the window opening then slammed into the turian, tossing the man back.
Shepard’s hearing went to the solid ringing the bright lights clogging her vision before she moved, Sound slowly came back. “Garrus?!” she shouted rushing forwards to the turian he was barely there, blue liquid that classed as his blood, pooled around the bird like head, his breathing was rapid but shallow, and his eye moving frantically the visor eye code following it around . 
       “Shepard, That Gun ship is still active!” Miranda called from her shelter.
Shepard gave no s***s though, her hand glowed red before she turned to the ship and swing it back then forwards like a Frisbee, a burst of red energy swirled then slammed into the ship, curling around the shield, then spazing the ship out which quickly spiraled then crashed, Reave, a type of biotic ability that broke down humans nervous systems and shorted out electronics circuits.    Then she looked back to the turian he gasped again, and she just gave a broken pleading look. “Don’t die.” she whispered before holding a bracelet up to her wrist. “Edi we need med vac. now.”
The woman’s voice was broken and frantic, just getting the man she wanted to spend her life with back after being dead for two years. And then he takes a missile to the face.
The Normandy was silent, everyone understood the problems that was occurring, and Shepard was passing back and forth in the com room of the space ship. She was wearing a t shirt that held the Cerberus logo, and some regular pants that the shirt was tucked into, her hair that was pulled up was now hanging loosely around her face, framing the freckles before going down her shoulders and back.  
“Commander,” Jacobs’s voice made its way to her ears and she turned. “We did all we could, patched up the scars, he’s stable but we don’t know when--”
The door behind Jacob slid open with the familiar sound. Shepard and Jacob both looked to the door with a grim expression, which just turned to surprise as the figure in the door moved from the blinding light.
Now bandaged and still bloody, the blue armor that curled up towards his neck was decorated with holes and scorch marks, the turian face that was behind the armor was covered in ridges and red fleshy scars, a band aid covered over what would he his ear, over his Manticals and down his jaw.  “Damn bastards tougher than we thought” Jacob mused before Turing to Shepard. “I’ll leave you two to talk” Jacob then moved pass Garrus and out the door.
The turian moved up to Shepard then leaned against the table. “How do I look, they won’t give me a mirror.”  He was giving a playful smirk, as well as he could smirk.
“well damn Garrus, you’ve always looked bad, just slap some face paint on there and no one will be able to tell”  She grinned back at him trying to make light.
This earned a laugh from a turian, then a groan of pain. “Damn, Shepard, don’t make me laugh, my face is barely holding together as it is. “
“It’s good to have you back” the woman mumbled moving over to him and gently placing a hand on the non-sacred bleeding side of his face. The alien was tall, 6’ 8 a whole foot taller than Shepard, but she still took the effort to stand on her toes and gently touch him, His skin was coarse, like a lizards, but soft to her.  Turian reminded the woman of c***atoos, with ant like manacles that hung around their cheeks and mouth, they had horn like objects that stuck towards the back of their head like a c***atoo's feathers down. Their eyes were small in dark areas and their noses were more compressed in. But for some reason Shepard found this turian the most handsome man she had ever met. And he was back, not dead. Injured. But living.   If she was going to walk into hell with Cerberus at least she'd be doing it with him.  “Remind me never to take you for granite, and next time I try and send you off in an exploding ship, remind me to tell you I love you”
“Always.”