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Arios1570 wrote...
This is my "screw vanilla" ending, at least in my first play-through. Male Shepard, Tali LI, Ashley died at Virmire. Haven't covered everyone, but I enjoyed writing this. This may be very Rainbows and Sparkles, but hell, I got everyone together, did everything, my bar was green, so this is what I'm accepting as my ending, vanilla be damned.
After the Catalyst finishes his speech:
Shepard turns back to the Catalyst:
Shepard: You arrogant fool. For someone who was once so obviously wise, you understand nothing of life. Organics, synthetics, they're not destined to war. You look at examples of the past and see only bloodshed, I've seen with my own eyes a peace between us, and no, we don't have to be merged. The Geth now live side by side with the Quarians who once lost their world in attempts to destroy them in a symbiosis you have not anticipated.
You have accepted that your solution will no longer work. You were foolish for seeing this as a solution. This solves nothing, it causes a larger problem, more pain, and enslavement. The reapers aren't ascended, they're made into your play things.
Here's my solution: send these abominations into the nearest black hole to be crushed and never seen again. Destroy all the monsters they have melded from organics, and free your indoctrinated slaves. Shut down any reaper that can't reach a black hole, completely. The souls within could use the rest. Leave the mass relays and Citidel as compensation for all the pain you have caused.
But you, I want you to stay active, I want you to see the impossible: I want you to look out and see that unfathomable peace as it spreads across the galaxy, that peace I worked so damned hard to build.
Catalyst (silent for a moment): That is not an option.
Shepard: Then you give us no option!
Catalyst: You believe your cycle can achieve peace? You think you have the resolve? We will see. If your forces can defeat the reapers, then they may live, but you are throwing every species away...
Shepard looks out to the battle in horror, but straightens and looks to the control console area. He lifts his gun to fire.
Catalyst: What are you doing?!
Shepard: creating my own solution.
Shepard fires at the controls, disrupting the control signal. The view changes to the battle, reapers are in disarray, crying out as if awakening to a nightmare, seeing what they are for the first time. Their shields drop as they turn on each other, each seeing in the others the horrible machines that entombed them in metallic devices of genocide. On the ground, husks are torn apart by their synthetic parts exploding. In a bunker, an indoctrinated prisoner pounds on his door, then falls, holding his head. As he stands, he is more calm, and looking around as though he woke from a dream.
Catalyst: What have you done?! Your society will fall to the machines you create, it is inevitable!
Shepard: We'll find our own solution, obviously, no one ever liked yours.
Shepard leaves the platform, holding his hand to his ear.
Shepard: Admiral Hackett...
Hackett: Shepard? Where have you been? You're missing a hell of a show.
A squadron of fighters fly by a reaper, destroying it in a massive explosion. Shepard looks to Earth, seeing Harbinger rocket angrily toward him, badly damaged. The Normandy fires a shot straight through the side of his face-like area. The eyes flicker out and he roars. A squadron of fighters blast him again. Eyes flicker back on, and he proceeds, seemingly un-phased. Then two reapers latch on, pulling him apart.
Shepard: I've got a nice view up here.
Hackett: What do you mean? Where are you?
Shepard: We did it, the reapers are...
Shepard collapses, as he falls, radio signals call out.
Looking from the eyes of a hospital patient as they open slightly, Tali holding Shepard's hand as she sobs, Garrus and Liara there to comfort her. The others stare on in somber silence. The heart monitor beeps rapidly and unsteadily, then eyes fully close
Shepard opens his eyes, he's badly injured but still alive. Doctor Chakwas turns away from her monitor and smiles.
Chakwas: Good to have you back, Commander. There's someone-
Tali: SHEPARD!
Tali rushes over to his side, almost ready to hop over him in a tight hug but stops.
Tali: Oh...right, I...bad idea right now...Keelah, I...
Shepard: I know, good to be back...did...did we win? Are the reapers gone?
Tali: They destroyed each other, mostly, there were hundreds left, but they were weakened so badly that they were easy prey to our fleet. On the ground, it was madness, husks were ripped apart as their synthetic parts combusted, and I heard that indoctrinated prisoners all are their old selves again. (pause) What did you see up there, Shepard?
Shepard: The Catalyst, he was...he told me his solution: the reapers, were no longer valid, that a new one must be formed. He wanted to keep organics from creating races that would overthrow us. I told him to let us be, let the reapers fade into memory and watch as he was proven wrong, but he refused, and I improvised.
Tali: You saved us, this entire galaxy is in your dept.
Shepard: No, you saved us, you, your people and the geth. Ha, didn't think the geth would represent the hope of life. You gave me all the hope I needed.
Tali: Well, I guess people will start to look at Quarians a bit differently now.
Shepard: I didn't mean to boost your ego, sure you don't need to take off your helmet to make room for your big head?
Tali: Why not? (removes helmet, this time, the camera actually shows her face. They kiss, screen fades to black).
Weeks later. Shepard looks out his window in Huerta memorial, crowds are gathered below holding signs of support, Shepard smiles and turns to a desk. There's a note that reads "Damn, Shep, even I couldn't steal an army of reapers, nice one. ~Kasumi. P.S. Thanks for all the tech loot." Shepard shakes his head and smiles.
Nurse: We've prepared an escort, Commander, the council would like to see you.
Shepard nods and leaves for presidium tower. Shepard is awarded a metal, announced as the highest award possible, yadda yadda. He walks down the steps, to both sides, high ranking officers and politicians applaud, many notable faces bow slightly or nod, whatever is custom, screen fades to black.
Images of Allied fleet
Hackett: The forced gathered against the reapers suffered heavy casualties, some fleets lost more than others. Upon returning from the war, the militaries watched cautiously for others to make a move, but no one lifted a finger. Everyone had seen enough bloodshed, and they were all grateful for the aid each offered. We were no longer divided by race, we are now a true galactic alliance.
Images of Tuchanka, Wrex issuing decrees over his people, who are, for the most part, in agreement.
Wrex: The Krogan people spread rapidly, populating and rebuilding Tuchanka, then spreading to other worlds...uh, uninhabited worlds, nothing taken by force. I think softer races were relieved at that. We even got an ambasidor, Urdnot Bakara. The years that followed saw things never thought possible. Krogan intellectuals, politicians, engineers, each, of course, could kick a Turian's ass with both arms lopped off.
Bakara and I contributed to the population, about six thousand by now...I think. She got her wish, the first to hatch was named Mordin, second was Shepard, third, though it pains me, Garrus, then (voice fades out.)
Images of Palaven being rebuilt.
Garrus: The Turians returned to Palaven in force, eager to rebuild. We had help though, Geth, Quarians, Rachni, and after a few years, Krogan, though we used them for heavy lifting at first, they later proved themselves with engineering. My heart nearly stopped when our engineers checked their plans and said they'd actually work. I still wouldn't want to live in a Krogan design any time soon.
Me, well, I retired, I travel from one scenic place to another, Illium, the Citidel, Omega. They're...scenic, no greater sight than a busted up crime boss crying for his mother.
Images of Geth and Quarians working together on Rannoch.
Tali: It only took us a year to build up our immune systems thanks to the Geth. However, once the reapers went into that black hole, they were returned to their previous intelligence. Rannoch is now a cultural paradise. We aren't "suit rats" or nomads, and we have the geth to thank for that. They could have destroyed this world with mindless pollution in search of resources, but they kept it for us. As long as I live, I will not let our people forget that.
I built that home on Rannoch, overlooking the shore, it's beautiful. A geth helped, he wouldn't talk to me, but I once saw him doing a dance known to humans as "the Robot".
Shepard lives here as well, Raan says she disapproves of us, but I see her smile when she thinks I'm not looking. When we heard how many Quarian children were orphaned, we stepped in, adopting a young boy and his sister, both children of the Neema. We know we can't have children of our own, but it's fun to try. We visit the others often, and they all seem to be getting by just fine. I'm so happy for Joker and EDI.
Images of mass cleanup of Thessia.
Liara: Thessia's rebuilding was slow, but everyone worked together, the cooperation was remarkable. A former bar owner and matriarch gave the rallying cry for the building of new mass relays into uncharted systems. With so many ears listening, it became a reality, she named the first Asari-built relay, "The Little Wing". We've found many intelligent races, evolved far from relays. It hasn't all been smooth, but we are creating protocols to aid in the progress. And we thought we were in a golden age before the war...I think I will enjoy the next nine hundred years.
Image of Javik in a meditative pose near destroyed cryogenic pods.
Javik: I returned to Eden Prime to put my men's spirits to rest along with mine, but a faint glimmer caught my eye. An active pod, revealed by a crashed Cerberus ship.
(and just for added flavor, inspired by the end of Red Dead Redemption)
20 years later
The camera pans across the navigation area of an advanced starship. The crew is made up of every race from council space. The galaxy map is covered in relay markers, at the head of the team is a Quarian man, unmasked.
Navigator: Calan, we are clear to proceed, just give the order.
Calan: It's Captain now, we're not kids anymore, remember, Nasaan?
Nasaan: This isn't a military vessel, brother, we're scientists. You're still Calan to me.
Calan: Great, hello, history, remember that day we sent a manned mission to another galaxy? Its navigator checked her bed for spiders every night.
Nasaan: And its captain couldn't ask a girl out without wearing a reinforced mask.
Calan: (sighs) I'm sure everyone has heard enough to last the trip. (Presses intercom) Crew of the SS Williams, it is my honor to lead this great mission in the name of discovery, the first of its kind. Our races once worked together to end a cycle of destruction that stifled advancement. My father stood in the presence of those mighty enemies and said "no more", with all our races allied behind him, they fell, the impossible happened, and now, this voyage, deemed just as impossible is going to reveal to us a whole new galaxy. We don't know what we'll find, but we'll be ready. (deactivates intercom)
Nasaan: Now if you could just be that determined around women. (Activates communicator) Unit 4395, we're good to go.
Unit 4395: Acknowledged, Creator Nasaan.
Camera moves to a view of the ship, a design with influences from all major races flying to a colossal mass relay, the power source being dyson web. They fire off toward another galaxy, the view being from over the top of the ship, showing them rapidly approach the galaxy.
Upon slowing, they see several worlds around a blue sun. Zooms in on a small rocky planet.
Calan: That must be the world the signal came from. According to the readings, it's capable of supporting life!
Unit 4395: Captain, I do not believe the local life needs a planet to exist.
Calan: What to you mean?
Unit 4395: This unit's databanks offer no accurate way to describe what it has detected.
Calan marches to the cockpit, Unit 4395 points to an approaching creature, colossal in scale, light blue and best described as a combination between a whale and a manta-ray..
Calan: If only father could see this...
WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT'S HOLY DIDN'T WE GET THIS ENDING!!?!??????
Jesus christ, you'd think Bioware would have thought of this one on their own :/
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