Thought I'd take advantage of the lull and post the introduction to my fan-fic concerning Ashley's activites during the years between ME1 and ME2. Am currently trying to make the conversations seem just right and am trying to figure out how HALO jump in the ME universe turns out (with Jetpacks!). Please leave comments or recommendations. Also how does the name "Wrath of the Gods" sound for this fan-fic?All things considered it was a very beautiful ceremony . It had been small, quiet and respectfull. Comprised of mainly Alliance personnel, the non-humans in their crew denied access, there were no more than twenty individuals. A few key officers, Admiral Hackett , Shepard’s mother, Joker (having managed to sober up) and herself. Too bad the body was missing.
Ashley Madeline Williams pondered this paradox as she sat at one of the few clean bars that were left on this station. She quietly nursed a bottle of beer, brewed from some colony at the ass-end of Alliance space. It tasted…inoffensive. She was still clothed in her Alliance dress blues, her beret still perched on her head. To any casual passerby she looked the very model of a formal Alliance soldier on leave.
A closer inspection would have revealed tired eyes, worn out from the constant tears. Her lips would have revealed a slight quivering that hinted to some repressed emotion. Her hands gripped the bottle as if it were her lifeline to sanity.
A large thud caught her attention and a quick glance to her right, revealed the titanic form of Urdnot Wrex who dwarfed his two companions Tali Zorah and Garrus Vakarian.
“Williams.” The massive Krogan rumbled as he took in the sight
“Wrex.” She returned, as she got up from her table at approached the threesome.
Tali silently grasped Ashley’s hands and Garrus attempted an approximation of comforting smile. Together the group moved towards the small docking bay where Shepard’s casket lay.
A quick flash of her ID card, no doubt reinforced by the very large and powerful Krogan, seething Turian and deadly quarian standing behind her allowed the group access to the now empty docking bay. Admiral Hackett, with some considerable lobbying from Captain Hannah Shepard, had allowed them access to view the casket before it was fired into the burning mass of the nearby star.
We’re born in dirt and die in fire. How very fitting…Silence enveloped the group as they took in the empty casket that was Commander Shepard’s legacy. The legendary N7 commando, the destroyer of the Geth, the saviour of the Citadel and the bane of Saren…and all that was left was an empty casket.
“Shepard is not in that.” Wrex pronounced, as he gave the casket one heavy thump. The echoes reflected off the walls in the cavernous bay. Ashley was too tired to complain about this offensive breach in funeral etiquette, so she settled for dejected grunt. .
“Keelah, what do we do now?” Tali finally spoke up, wringing her hands nervously. Garrus merely sniffed the air, as if he could divine what cosmic imperative fate had in store for them.
They never spoke again after the casket was fired into the sun. One by one they all went their separate ways. Tali went back to her flotilla, Garrus went back to C-sec and Wrex returned to Tuchanka. A few messages were exchanged between the group, but they never met in person again. Last contact she had was a terse message from Garrus Vakarian stating he was off the Omego to chase down a suspect.
Ashley never felt more alone in her life
Modifié par survivor_686, 11 juin 2012 - 04:14 .