Just a note, you don't have to read what people post. I'm just here to encourage you guys to type out your own ending. Trust me, you'll feel better.
So, without further adeiu...I give you my nerdy ending to Mass Effect 3:
My Ending for Mass Effect 3:
The choices chosen were: Krogan cured, Geth and Quarian
working together, Liara was LI fully (
Liara), and Synthesis waschosen. I’m writing this out in story
form, but I imagine it’s possible this could be a last cutscene. For the sake of the story, I’m going to
pretend the whole “Normandy flying then crashing” on a planet never happened. Shepard “evaporated” into the catalyst and
died. The Citadel exploded, along with
the Crucible, released the green energy and sent it through all the Mass Relays…except
the relays survive. The scene fades…and
then reappears to this…
Earth. Even a week
after the Citadel energy was spread throughout the galaxy, the debris from the
battle still clogged its atmosphere.
Ships came and went, some helping to clear the damage the Reapers had caused,
others to help rebuild what had been lost.
Among the space debris, over London, stood something. It was larger than the other debris, and though,
from a distance, it could have just been a larger chunk of a destroyed cruiser,
but it felt like it had…purpose. Where
the Citadel had floated over Earth in its final hours, another structure now
took its place. It was a dome, built
from pieces of the Citadel. Ships
gathered around, trying to dock, but those that could not merely hovered above,
spying through the glass at what was inside.
Surrounding the inside of the dome were metal walls, perhaps
twice the size of the average human.
Pictures, names, flowers, dog tags, lockets, chains…anything that could
have identified a person hung on these walls.
A memorial, for those that had been lost, both military and civilian
alike. Turians, Volus, Geth, Quarian,
Human. It mattered not what species, for
each one walked through the memorial, and each knew that familiar faces would
be found hanging. It was crowded, with
people shoving for just the smallest glimpse of maybe a loved one, or a friend’s
smile.
The center of the dome was unnaturally clear, though. Roped off from the visitors, people could
only gather around. There was no impressive
statue, no shining hologram, but a simple charred piece of armor. Black, with a red Triangle, it was a piece of
a human chestplate, with two characters painted on that meant so much to a
thankful galaxy; N7.
There was one figure allowed within the roped off section,
though. Whether security let her, or
whether she let herself in, no one stopped the blue Asari from entering. Liara T’Soni just stood there, staring at the
broken armor. Perhaps it was the
expression on her face. Perhaps it was
the tear that fell, the one that she couldn’t fight, that drove people to give
her distance. No one bothered her, and perhaps
it had been for the best. She wanted to
be alone with what was left of him, and to her, the hundreds of aliens crowded
around the memorial did not exist. Only
the armor mattered to her. Only what was
left.
She heard the footsteps behind her, but she didn’t turn to
face whoever had come, nor did the stranger try and reach out for her. Her eyes were still locked, reading “N7” over
and over again for what felt like hours.
Finally, she turned, the lighting reflecting the green lines and circles
that were tattooed across her blue skin.
“Admiral Hackett,” she said in greeting, her voice barely a
whisper, her tone saddening and cracking.
She looked over the human Admiral, at the same green marks that the entire
galaxy now shared. She said nothing more
to the human, though, her eyes drawn back to the armor.
“Doctor T’Soni,” he replied back, stepping up and joining
her.
Forever seemed to pass before Liara finally sighed, her
shoulders sagging slightly as she turned towards the Admiral. “With all the repairs on Earth, I’m surprised
that you had time to visit, Admiral.”
“It’s been busy,” he said, nodding and looking back at
Liara. “We’re rebuilding, slowly, but
the damage the Reapers did was massive in scale. It’ll take time…but it will get done.”
“Good,” she whispered.
“That’s…good to hear.”
There was silence, before Hackett cleared his throat. “I figured it was time for me to pay my
respects, especially to him. I don’t
know how he did it, but he saved the entire damn galaxy.”
“He did more than just save us,” she said, trying to force a
smile. “He united us. He gave us a purpose. He gave us peace.”
“For however long that lasts, we’ll enjoy it,” Hacket
agreed, nodding again. “Dr. T’Soni…what
will you do now? Where will you go?”
The question caught her off guard, forcing her to look down,
lost in thought. “Thessia. The Asari need help rebuilding. Besides…” She looked down at her own hands,
turning them over, staring at the feint green lines. “We still don’t know exactly what happened. There’s so much work to be done to understand
what he did…”
A hand was felt on her shoulder as her eyes fell on the
chestplate again. Though she fought it,
another tear fell down her cheek.
“He would have loved this sight, Liara,” Hackett said
quietly, his own voice struggling with emotions. “He did what we wanted him to do. More than we asked. The only thing we can do is rebuild, to use
this new life he gave us and to understand it.
If anyone can understand what he did and why he did it, it will be you,
Dr. T’Soni.”
After a long pause and another sigh, Liara turned back to
Hackett. “Admiral, if I may ask; what
became of everyone else. I…I’ve spent
most of my time here, and hadn’t the time to say goodbye…”
“Garrus Vakarian returned to Palaven with the Patriarch,” he
said without hesitation, nodding in understandment. “The Krogan went with them, seeing as
Tuchanka hadn’t suffered as much as Palaven.
Lieutenant Vega and Lieutenant Commander Williams are helping rebuild
Earth as we speak. I’ve also been told
by Admiral Tali'Zorah
that the Geth are working with the Quarians to rebuild Rannoch. Their fleets have been a huge help cleaning
the debris from other worlds, and without them transporting the resources we
need, our reconstruction would have taken so much longer.”
“What about Joker?” she finally asked, letting everything sink in. “And EDI?”
“Both helping move supplies and clean up the atmosphere, along with the
Normandy,” he said, looking up at the dome, as if expecting to see the frigate
flying over them. “I think he’s still
trying to find him out there. That was
something Joker always was good at.”
“In the end, he’d always find him,” she said with a smile, a real one
this time.
“He did find one thing, Dr. T’Soni,” Hackett said, digging through his
uniform. “I was going to place it with
the chestplate…but I think he’d have wanted you to have it.”
As she looked to what he now held in his hand, her eyes widened for
merely a second, before looking up at the Admiral in disbelief.
“Admiral, I-“
“Take them,” Hackett said, holding out the dog tags to her. “That’s an order, Dr. T’Soni.”
“I…yes, sir,” she finally said in resignation, tentatively holding her
hand out and grasping the chain.
“Good luck on Thessia, Liara,” the Admiral said, straightening up and
bringing his hand to his head in a crisp salute. “I hope our paths cross in the future.”
As he walked away, Liara was lost, her eyes now staring intently at the
dog tags, at the name attached to them.
Finally, after several minutes, she smiled, tears welling up in her eyes
as she took the tags and placed them around her own neck, tucking them safely
under her shirt. With one last longing
glance at the chestplate, she finally moved away from it, moving into the crowd
and towards the exit. Hackett was
right. As the galaxy faded away, there
was only one thing the people of the galaxy could do to respect what he had
done for them all…
Rebuild.
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