Just an exerpt from my own Shepard's journey through ME2 and takes place just after Horizon (Ash dead, Kaiden alive). First time doing this so let me know if I should stop. Oh, and he's mostly renegade but for the right reasons as I mentioned earlier:
Shepard’s hands pressed
against the smooth casing of his assault rifle, his fingertips black with
grease. The thin lines etched into the weapon were not all manufactured. With
stark clarity he recollected each and every mark the rifle had sustained, whether
it was a scrape against a rock wall or the charring of a rocket blast.
Cleaning the weapons had
been Ashley’s job. He remembered her as clearly as if she were standing with
him, her black hair tied neatly behind her neck, her dark eyes searching his
for any hint of attraction. Now the task fell to Jacob but Shepard often found
some measure of tranquillity in the careful maintenance of the weapon he had carried
since becoming a Spectre.
He blinked sharply and
cast Ashley from his mind, his face a grim mask once again. Those days were long past. He had made
certain of that.
“It’s not the same as the
old Mako garage, but I guess it’ll have to do” growled a familiar voice. Shepard looked up at Garrus and smiled
tightly but said nothing. Since their escape from Horizon, Shepard had
withdrawn once more, again finding the closer he got to his previous life the
more painful it was to let it go.
“Alenko was wrong.” said
Garrus, sensing his friend’s sadness, “I fought with you for nearly as long as
he did and I can say that if I had any[/i]
doubts about your intentions, or your loyalties, I wouldn’t be here. I know
you’re not stupid enough to be taken in by Cerberus and I trust you when you
say you’re using them, not the other way around. I’m with you to the end.”
“You’d better be.”
muttered Shepard, “There won’t be much of you left the next time I have to pull
your ass out of the fire.” The insurmountable sense of loss that haunted him
lifted slightly when he spoke with his old friend. Shepard rose to his feet and stowed the rifle
in the arms locker, carefully securing the locks before turning back to Garrus.
“Is that all?”
“No,” Garrus replied,
turning his head slightly as if to avoid answering, “There’s something else you
need to know. We just got the next set of dossiers from the Illusive Man.”
“Send them to my private
terminal, I’ll read them soon.” said Shepard as he made his way out of the
room. Garrus’ hand shot out and gripped his arm tightly.
“You need to see this now.
Here, I’ll transfer it to your omni-tool”
Shepard frowned and
studied the bright orange panels of his omni-tool, shuffling through the files
with deft flicks of his fingers. After a few moments of reading his eyes shot
up to meet Garrus’.
“Tali.” he muttered.
“She was last reported
entering the space around Haestorm.” Garrus confirmed, “That area was swarming
with Geth the last time I checked. That must be why she’s there.”
Shepard’s decision was
immediate and he patched his comms through to Joker.
“Joker, EDI, set a course
for Haestorm. We don’t have much time.”
“Right, Commander. You
mind telling us why you wanna send us right into a Geth hotspot?” the pilot quipped.
“Cut the back talk.”
Shepard snapped. “How long until we get there?”
“Travel to Haestorm form
our current location will take no more than three hours, Commander.” EDI
interjected. Joker’s irritated response was muted as Shepard strode towards the
elevator.
“Are you sure this is a
good idea, Shepard?” asked Garrus, his voice filled with concern, “I heard she
refused to join you the first time and I can’t imagine she was happy when you
dragged her friend off to be interrogated by Cerberus.”
“I had to, Garrus.”
Shepard responded. His eyes were fixed ahead and his voice was steady. “We
needed all the information on the collectors we could get and I couldn’t have
been sure.”
“You know I don’t question
your motives often. You’ve always understood that sometimes you have to makes
sacrifices for the greater good but…” Garrus’ tone grew hard, “…I’m not sure if
Tali saw it that way”
He didn’t need to
elaborate. Shepard knew exactly what he meant. What galled him was that the
turian was right. He was angry. He took Veetor from Tali in retaliation for her
refusal to join him. For the first time in his life, Shepard had acted in spite
to hurt one of the few people he had cared about.
“What do you want me to
say, Garrus? She was the first member of the old crew I’d seen since
being…resurrected. All I could think about was trying to get back what I lost.”
he said, evenly. “If she still refuses then fine. If she comes back at least
we’ll have a top-notch engineer.”
A few moments passed with
nothing but the steady thrum of the elevator to fill the air until Garrus could
contain his jibe no longer.
“So when do we get a
top-notch Commander?” he smirked, a grin spreading across his face.
Shepard could not help but
smile back. “One thing at a time.”
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