Thread: Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end [1x1 with Javorcek]

For someone who was genetically made to be perfect, Miranda has surprisingly very interesting dreams. It is how her mind organized itself after a long day of working and yet each entry in her dream diary was refreshingly new and intriguing. She would never tell anyone about her diary, although sometimes she reads it outloud to Jack. Having slept with the biotic many times and have watched her sleep, she knew about Jack's dreams. It was something that took a lot of coaxing out from Jack. And even then, Miranda was certain she wouldn't know the full story. Jack's life and her experiences made her the person that she was now, it was not her prerogative to pry. She adjusted the dosages, planning for Shepard to awaken within a few days and then begin the long journey of rehabilitation. It would be a challenge she would gladly meet. Miranda half turned to hug Jack back. Be careful out there. She said softly, pressing herself up against Jack's body. Or else there won't be any ass for you, my dear. While Miranda's job was here in the hospital to keep a half dead hero from dying fully, Jack's job was to search for the living and the dead. It was crazy to think that a year ago she wouldn't have wanted to be in the same room as the biotic and yet here she was, missing her presence already. She savored the kiss wishing she was undisciplined enough to keep Jack with her, to celebrate their victory with long desperate kisses. But she lets go, a small smile on her lips. ------ Meanwhile in the field, a strange phenomenon was occurring. Earth was two steps away from being put on a BBQ and used as tinder. She still had fertile land and crops and the salarians were quickly taking advantage of that. The Reapers did not burn the agriculture and had instead focused on infrastructure. While the salarians were making themselves useful in that aspect, other races had focused on other tasks, like finding living people. It was a rather unrewarding job, a lot of humans were dead from the initial attack and millions more with the Reapers processing the rest of the human race. But there was hope. It began a little over a month ago, small packs of children were being found. They had hidden in the tiny spaces of buildings, foraging for food, nearly feral. But as rescuers found them, or they found the rescuers, military personal attained extras. Some of the children had latched onto their chosen rescuer and refused to leave. Soon enough, one would see a small human child following asari, salarians, turians, humans and even krogans. Surprisingly the krogans took this better than any other race. Despite the success, the grim reality was that a lot of people were dead. Humanity was lucky that they were not the batarians, who numbered less than the quarians. Their homeworld was destroyed, their people indoctrinated, and now they too were wanderers. The might of the hegemony was broken. Samara carefully sifted through the rocks, using her biotics to lift bent metal and broken walls. She paid little attention to the child that had followed her from the shadows, watching her with bright eyes. The human child had been tailing her every since she stepped into the area and continued observing her. She would have to give the child credit, she had barely been able to sense her presence. Samara was under no illusion that the girl child had no parents, all she had been finding for the past week were bodies. She also knew she could not give the child anything. Not even emotional support. She was one of the last of her Order, a Justicar on an alien world. All but one of her daughters are dead. Samara wished she could be with her remaining daughter, guarding her, being with her, sharing a meal. But she is here and that is...enough. Her code is enough. It steels her spine, brings a brightness to her eyes and it makes her..... It is as she steps through ash and dust that her thoughts are drawn back to her daughters, to a time when she was happy with her bondmate. A time before the darkness, before her four hundred year long hunt. Of bright eyes, and wide innocent smiles and long nights dancing under the moon. Of sweet kisses and warm hugs, tiny fingers gripping hers. But that was another time, another life long past. ------------------------- Shepard dreams of living in a house on a hill, chasing after small blue daughters while her bondmate looks on. She dreams of a warm sun against her skin, of wet raindrops dashing against her skin and the smell of burnt ozone. She dreams of rain, of strong winds and dark skies. Shepard dreams of the sun as it rises, the storm clouds vanishing. -------------------------- Liara may have heard a squawking noise as Garrus lunges forward to catch her. Doctor Chakwas! He barks at his omnitool, alerting the doctor. The act of activating the mass effect drive must have had a deeper impact than he knew and Liara, stubborn asari, didn't tell him. That or she had worked herself into exhaustion and she was so used to that state she didn't think to tell him. He picked her up, carrying her bridal style. While he showed little to no anxiety, inwardly, his mind was running a mile a minute. Liara was a dear friend and someone who probably knew too much about him. She was also someone he should have taken cared of when Shepard first died. Instead he had left to do his own style of justice, leaving her alone. Seeing her again as an information broker, no longer the sweet and shy archeologist, felt like a physical blow. He wasn't arrogant enough to believe that Liara should never change, but he knew that he abandoned her during a time of great need. That he had in some way betrayed Shepard. It was a silly thing, but for turians it was real. He wasn't going to fail her again.