Currently messing with a ME fanfic, a first. Here's a part of it, feel free to sling tomatoes.

Story on femShep.
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There was still power. She ran a systems check; it could fly but she would have to do a physical canvas of the shuttle. Hopefully, the other hatch was undamaged. A cough racked her and more pain blossomed in her side. When it was over, there was a spatter of blood across the console displays. She was bleeding within. Grimly, she got up and made her way to the other exit hatch which opened readily. Bright sunlight flooded in. Hell, how long was she unconscious? Odd she did not notice it through the cockpit windows. Breathing heavily, she made a slow walk all around the shuttle, the engines looked intact. When she got to the other side of the shuttle where it was damaged, she saw Doc, his lower body crushed by the torn hatch of the other shuttle.
"Doc, doc," she whispered, tears finally slipping from her eyes as she knelt beside him. His eyes faded and grey, sightless in the sunlight. Controlling herself, Shepard undid the collar of his undersuit and removed one of his dogtags before getting up. Tucking it carefully away in one of the pouch of her belt, she finished her examination. It was fortunate the hatch that had crashed into the shuttle had slipped off instead of entrenched in it, so she could take off. But before she did that, she ought to look for survivors.
So silent. She looked around. In the daylight, the terrain was an ugly muddy sight to behold. Torn and churn up. Another cough made her reeled and her vision blurred. Survivors. She hung on to that thought and returned to the cockpit. Survivors. Bringing up the shipboard com, she took a deep breath.
"This is lieutenant Shepard, if anyone is still alive, please respond," she gulped down the bile rising in her throat. "Is anyone out there, respond," she coughed and hastily turned aside, voimiting violently. Hell, bile and blood. Focus, focus.
Shepard, you ass, you're in no condition to mount a rescue. Get the hell out of here.
"Erial? Captain? Anyone?" Silence.
Over and over, she repeated for several minutes. She was feeling worse by the minute too. A dreadful cold seemed to be taking hold of her. Finally, she fired up the engines and said a silent prayer. The structural damage to the shuttle would cause some problems but if she fly low, it ought to be fine. Slowly, the shuttle lifted. The sound of the engines was startling loud, there was some slight wobbling but it was stable. With trembling hands, she set the course and put it on autopilot. She was in no fit state to fly it. Closing her eyes, she settled back in the seat, shivering and struggling to stay awake.
It was a gut wrenching half hour journey. When the autopilot beeped a warning, she was able to land the shuttle back at the settlement and finally enabled the onboard emergency beacon. The Alliance cruiser in orbit would soon send someone. With that, she staggered from the seat and laid herself down. Rest. She could finally rest. Would she see the rest of her unit?
Modifié par Obsidian Gryphon, 02 juin 2012 - 01:31 .