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On the rim of the crater surrounding the portal to the
Citadel;
The remnants
of Hammer pull into view all the edge of the shallow slope leading down to the
portal. Shepard can be seen standing in
the center, his current and former crew scattered amongst the mixed species
forces. Shepard’s voice echoes out
through the com.
“This
is it. This is what we have bled and
died for. We make it through the portal
or die trying. Stay sharp we don’t know
what is on the other side. Move out!”
A
soldier behind Shepard gasps.
“No! Reaper inbound!”
The silhouette of a large reaper
can be seen descending from space behind the portal the glow from its cannon
shines out from under its exoskeleton as it touches down. Shepard latches onto the back of a mako as it
passes.
“Go go go!”
The mako speeds forward other tanks
visible in the peripherals. The reaper
opens fire, the bright red beam cutting through a mako to the right of
shepard. Debris from the tank peppers
Shepard as he latchs onto the back harder.
A second beam cuts across to his left taking 2 or more tanks with
it. Shepard is halfway to the portal,
and the beam fires a third time. The blast
cuts directly in front Shepard’s mako.
The tank pitches forward violently as it hits the patch of shredded
earth, catapulting Shepard forward in a low arc. He tucks and rolls as he lands, skidding to a
stop on his back. Sturggling from the
impact, he picks himself up and begins sprinting toward the portal. Through luck or the reapers attention not
settling on the loan man now in front of the push, Shepard makes it almost to
the portal before the beam turns on him again.
The light from the portal almost washes out the flare of the red beam
charging. He is almost there. Fifteen feet, ten feet, the beam fires and
Shepard dives for the blue pillar of light.
Blue and red mix in a hue of purple and the world goes dark.
Shepard comes to in a room full of
death and decay. Keepers slowly move
around the fringes moving over the bodies of the dead. Shepard stands and looks around before using
the com.
“Anyone else make it through?”
Anderson’s voice resounds in the
emptiness.
“That you Shepard? Seems like we were the only ones that made it
through.”
“Where are you Anderson?”
“In a room filled with bodies. It’s a grizzly sight.”
“Same here. I think I see a light at the end of this
chamber. We need to find a control to
open the Citadel.”
“I see the same. I’ll try to find you in the next area.”
Shepard moves forward through the
darkness, the faint light in the distance growing larger as he gets
closer. Shepard makes his way out of the
darkness and into a chamber with a single console on one side. Earth can be seen burning through a window to
the left and Anderson is moving out from the right.
“This is Admiral Hackett. Can anyone hear me on the Citadel.”
“This is Shepard. I am going to see if I can open the Citadel.”
“We will start to move the Crucible
into place.”
The console shines to life as
Shepard and Anderson approach. Anderson
starts to work on the console while Shepard scans the room. A short time later a large mechanical thunk
rings through the Citadel and the arms begin to open.
“There that should do it.”
“This is Hackett. We see the Citadel opening and we are moving
the Crucible into place now.”
The Crucible moves into place and
connects with the Citadel. A jarring
vibration moves through the Citadel as the two connect. Hackett’s voice once again sounds over the
com.
“Move the fleet in to protect the
Citadel. The Crucible needs to charge
before it can fire.”
The voice of a crewmember sounds
from behind Hackett.
“Looks like we have a reaper moving
to intercept the Citadel sir. It’s Harbinger.”
An all too familiar voice sounds
behind Shepard and Anderson.
“Shepard! Glad you could make it, but I really can’t
let you destroy the reapers. I need them
to ensure humanities dominance in the galaxy.”
Shepard turns to see an obviously
reaper tech enhanced Illusive man holding a small pistol.
“You’re mad. There is no way to control the reapers. Just listen to yourself. You are playing with powers you don’t
understand.”
“You are the one who doesn’t understand. Humanity has been given a chance to ascend to
the most powerful civilization in the history of the galaxy, and I won’t let
you stand in my way.”
The Illusive mans mechanical eyes
rotate and a slight blue hue shines from behind the circuitry. Shepard and Anderson both turn and start to
raise their weapons at each other. A
look of horror crosses Anderson’s face.
“Shepard, I can’t control this!”
“You see Shepard. I can control the reaper tech, and you.”
“Controling the technology and
controlling a reaper are too different things.
You want to gamble all of humanity on the chance you are right? Let me fire the crucible and we can end this
for sure. Think of cost of failure.”
“I… I don’t think I can do that
Shepard.”
“But you aren’t sure. You aren’t controlling the reapers. They are controlling you. Just listen to yourself.”
“You… maybe… AHHHHH!!!”
The Illusive man screams and the
pistol falls to the ground. A familiar
bright yellow light shines out from his sockets and a deep voice resonates
through the chamber.
“Assuming
direct control.”
“Harbinger!”
“This
has gone on long enough Shepard. We will
not be stopped. The cycle must continue.”
“But
why? What started all of this?”
“We exist
as a necessity. Entropy destroys
everything in the universe. Without
direct intervention chaos will eventually destroy everything. We were designed to reverse that
entropy. Organic life, if left
unchecked, will eventually lead to its own destruction. My creators realized this, and created a
solution to help the organic races ascend back into order. My creators discovered that a cycle exists in
the galaxy. Organic life evolves and
develops through entropy. As this
entropy continues, your species will eventually disappear from the galaxy and
new organic life will take your place.
My creators determined the average life span of a sentient species in
the galaxy before they disappear through chaos is approximately 75,000
years. To avoid losing a sentient
species, the galaxy is harvested every 50,000 years this ensures that no
sentient species will be lost to entropy.”
“What
if we don’t want to be saved? What if we
want to live out our existence and determine our own fate.”
“That
is irrelevant the loss of your species is unacceptable.”
“But
you aren’t saving our species. You are
only taking our genetic code. That isn’t
what makes a person human. Our culture,
our beliefs and our ideals are what make our civilization unique. We are more than just what we are made
of. We have proven that by standing together
as a galactic society to tell you we will not be part of your solution. Humans, Asari, Turian, Quarian, Geth,
Salarian, and Krogan are one civilization now.
We will not be part of your solution.
We will determine our own fate!”
“You
have no choice in the matter. You will
be added to the reapers.”
The Illusive
man’s body convulses as the reaper tech inside him begins to change. His body contorts into a grotesque arachnid
like shape. Nothing human remains in his
form except for his face with glowing yellow eyes. Biotic blasts begin to ripple out from this
nightmarish figure, and particle beams begin to pulse from its eyes. Shepard dives for cover as the blasts hits
between him and Anderson. Anderson skids
over next to the window and lies motionless.
Shepard can’t tell if he is dead or unconscious and has no time to
check. The fight drags on, Shepard desperately
darting from cover to cover around the edge of the circular room. The creatures defenses eventually fall and
Shepard delivers a killing blow with his omni blade. Stabbing through the face of the Illusive
man. The creature explodes, shearing off
parts of Shepards armor and bouncing him across the room to land next to
Anderson. Blood trickles down his face
and arms. Outside the window, Shepard
can see Harbinger writhing from the destruction of its avatar. The fleet moves in on the weakened reaper
making quick work of it. The explosion
fades and Shepard starts to pass out when a soft moan next to him brings him
back to consciousness. Anderson pushes
himself up and looks over at Shepard.
“Shepard!
Are you ok?”
Anderson
crawls over and helps Shepard up off the floor.
The two lean back against a step.
Both look out over the war scarred Earth below.
“I’ve
felt better. Doesn’t look like we saved
much from up here does it?”
“We
saved enough Shepard. We saved what we could…”
Admiral Hackett’s voice sounds over the com.
“The
Crucible is charges, preparing to fire.”
A pop of energy starts at the
center of the citadel. A red wave of
energy begins to cascade outward. As the
energy hits the reapers, their systems begin to overload. The advanced technology and energy powering
them reacts and ignites causing them to writhe as if in pain. As the
wave passes each reaper gives one final death throw before shattering in an explosion. Thousands of these follow in the wake of the
energy wave filling the sky with a bright display of fireworks.
About a year later:
Anderson, Ashley, and James can be
seen standing in front of Big Ben in London.
Construction is apparent, but most of the city is still in ruins. The three can be seen overseeing charts and
giving out orders for the reconstruction.
On the moon overlooking Palaven,
Garrus is seen organizing the reconstruction of his home world with the
Primark.
Liara is on Thessia rebuilding the
Asari temple.
Shepards other crew members can be
seen going about their lives helping their cultures rebuild.
The Salarian home world was
decimated, the combined fleets not making it in time to save them with the
combined Citadel Crucible weapon. The
united races of the galaxy are seen picking through the debris searching for
survivors and helping who they can.
A dark haired Quarian woman stands
outside a domed house on a cliff on Rannoch.
She is looking away, out over the ocean.
In the distance, several building can be seen being built. Quarian and Geth workers scurry about on the
scaffolding. Shepard comes out of the
house with a slight limp and puts his arm around the woman. She nestles her head softly into his shoulder
and the two continue to look out into the setting sun.
Anyone who makes it this far, thank you and tell me what you think. As for the choices in game, I went with curing the genophage and pissed off the Salarians. No help from them in the final battle means the fleet would have taken the citadel to the homeworlds of the present races. This would change based on choices made. With lower levels of readiness, you would lose entire fleets in the final assault. Not enough reinforcments to pull the reaper off your forces after it destroys the portal in the final push would result in some or even all of your former crew dieing. Not enough readiness also means you wont make it to the various homeworlds in time even if you had their support. Low enough and you would even lose Earth and possibly even the whole fight. The readiness level also determines if Anderson and Sheppard die at the end. Hope you enjoyed.
Modifié par scythD, 09 mars 2012 - 07:21 .
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