Apologies for wierdness; I tried to paste from Word and failed epically.
The Reapers cannot be defeated
by traditional means. It took everything the combined species had to kill
Sovereign, along with it being partially incapacitated. Thus, destroying all
the Reapers will take more...
For the sake of space, Shepard is only a male.Shepard raced down the hallway,
not worried about the noise he was making; the bizarre moans of the husks
covered his footsteps. As a husk suddenly popped up just in front of him, he
quickly drew his Claymore and blasted it to bits. He was nearly there. He
turned a corner.
About twenty husks, human
batarian and krogan, were stumbling into each other. As he came into view,
however, they turned with a single purpose. Shepard was glad they couldn't
shoot. He quickly lobbed a grenade through the air, pulling out his assault
rifle as well. Aiming carefully, he took out ten of the husks through these
methods alone. Two krogan husks and eight batarian husks remained.
He kept shooting, but they kept
coming. Backpedalling around the corner, he tossed another grenade. A moment
later the two krogan husks turned the corner to see...nothing. A moment later,
both of them fell as Claymore shots split their innards. Shepard deactivated
his cloak.
He moved forward: everything was
quiet now. Well, pretty quiet anyway. The inside of a Reaper was never quiet,
he'd found. As soon as it had realized he was inside of it, the indoctrination
had been turned up. Shepard felt like his brain was slowly dissolving. But he
kept moving forward. He was the only hope...
He turned the final corner and
there it was: The core of the Reaper. This one was very different from the dead
one he'd encountered a few months--and yet ages--ago. This one was quite alive.
He could hear the sounds of the other Reapers being relayed through this hub;
it wasn't understandalbe, of course, but the tones were. Everything was going
smoothly.
That was going to change.
Shepard started slashing, cutting, and shooting at anything that looked
important. The ship shook in response, and he heard the sound of husks coming
his way.
He had to hurry. He pulled out the device Legion had assembled, with the
collective help of the Geth and Quarians. He didn't really believe in magical
endings, but this device would isolate the Reaper's communications and overload
their systems. "Meltdown" was the term Tali had used. Legion had said
"Explosion of indeterminable size."
Moments later, it was over. The
Reaper was beginning to shake and the sounds coming in were anxious and
alarmed, but Shepard wasn’t there: he was racing back the way he’d come, trying
desperately to get out of the ship. He moved quickly, gunning down husks
efficiently, robotically. All around him the metal was slowly heating.
At last, he reached the opening,
to see it was blocked. Horror flashed across his face before he snarled and
attacked the door. Shotguns, rifles, and grenades all proved ineffective. The
walls and the floor were beginning to smoke.
Finally, he raced backwards
several hundred yards. This was his last chance. Ignoring the husks coming his
way, he pulled out the ‘Cain.’ He pulled the trigger, only afterwards taking
care to aim it exactly where it needed to go.
The projective raced out of the
barrel at blinding speed. An instant later the blast occurred. Shepard turned
away and grabbed tight onto a piece of the wall that was being twisted out of
shape by the meltdown.
A moment later, the minor
atmosphere inside of the Reaper began shooting out of the hole. Shepard was
grabbing anything he could get his hands on to slow down; just in front of the
hole the doors stood bent and twisted. He grabbed them, then held on as he
looked out.
It was majestic and terrifying
at the same time. A field of Reapers, a far as the eye could see, were slowly
turning a bright red color. When one exploded, it would be over. Shepard looked
over at where the Normandy was hovering, watching his ship. He raised a fist in
victory.
Among the field of Reapers,
their consciousness was failing. The hyper-intelligent words became beastly
cries of pain and agony. They were immortal. This couldn’t be happening. Among
them one single Reaper remained intelligent enough to recognize the figure
about to leave the Central Reaper. A billion thoughts ran through his ‘brain’
in a nanosecond, calculating possible futures. A moment later, a beam of energy
left Harbinger’s main gun.
Shepard smiled with relief. It was
over! They had won. The galaxy was finally
free. Free! He laughed as he
prepared to leap.
Shepard. He looked
around. Harbinger? Too late he saw it.
I know you feel this. An instant later he was sweeping
through the inside of the Reaper, bouncing off of peeling metal walls, his suit
cracking. He shot into the room he’d been in before, where he’d planted the
device.
He felt…pain. Sadness. Anger.
Remorse. Tired…
Then he felt nothing.
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