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Shepard Family Stories - Tali's Teatime TagTali: Teatime Tag
"Aunt Tali!" are the only words she hears before a blue streak rockets into her midsection. Tali glances down as she tries to catch her breath. Little Ayrene looks up at her with sheer joy in her eyes, her arms wrapped tightly around Tali's waist. "Well look at you, I can't believe how much you've grown Aya.
Tali glances up to see Liara standing in the doorway with a bemused expression on her face, her hands placed on the bulge at her stomach. Tali's eyes widen "Keelah, Liara! Why didn't you tell me?"
Liara chuckles, "Shepard figured your reaction would be priceless."
Tali shakes her head, "That little........."
Ayrene finally extricates herself from her. "Can we play Aunt Tali?"
"I'm sorry Aya, I've got to talk to your mom for awhile."
Ayrene looks crestfallen. Tali kneels down to her eye level. "Tell you what, I may not be able to play with you, but how would you like to play with Chiktikka vas Paus?"
She activates her omni-tool and a purple sphere materiali
Solisortus Prime's ProfileSolisortus Prime
"It is not the fact of liberty but the way in which liberty is exercised that ultimately determines whether liberty itself survives."
Function: Autobot Commander
Secondary Function: Warrior
Alt Mode: Cybertronian Truck
Wrist Guns (x 4, two on each wrist)
Spark Power/Circuit-Su (x 1)
Dual Energon Swords (x 2, Robot mode only)
Daggers (x 2, Robot mode only)
Barrage Cannon (x 2)
Energon Cannon (x 2)
Theme Song: Final Destination - Within Temptation
Voice Actor: Judd Nelson (Animated Rodimus)
Fanfic Appearance: Weight of the World Ch5 (FB only)
Description: Solisortus Prime is exactly like Armada Optimus Prime before he came to Earth, except he is mostly yellow and red like IDW Sentinel Prime with hints of navy blue. His head is shaped like Optimus' supermode with the faceplate, but not the
Requiem for a Friend (Katlyn Shepard)-New Arlington Cemetery-
Liara T'Soni-Shepard exits her skycar into the pouring rain, the gunmetal-grey skies blocking out the sun. She wears a simple black dress and carries a bouquet of white flowers from Thessia. The grieving doctor doesn't bother with an umbrella, instead letting the rain wash over her skin, mixing with her tears. She begins her slow walk towards the large group of people crowded underneath a wide awning, when suddenly a hand grips her shoulder reassuringly, and the rain stops. Looking over her shoulder, she finds Garrus holding an umbrella over her, his expression unreadable. He nods to her, his grip speaking volumes as he guides her towards the crowd. As they near the group, Liara notices that nearly everyone has shown up today.
Admiral Ashley Williams, clad in her dress blues, stands alongside Major James Vega along with a small platoon of Alliance men and women. High Chief Wrex, clad in his ceremonial armor, stands with his wife
Arrival's AftermathTitle: Waiting for the Reapers - Chapter 1: Arrival's Aftermath
Game: Mass Effect
Characters/Pairing: Commander Reblicah Shepard (femShep) and Garrus Vakarian
Waiting for the Reapers - Chapter 1 - Arrival's Aftermath
Garrus Vakarian paced outside the door of the medical bay, torn between his emotions. Part of him screamed in anguish for Commander Reblicah Shepard's radical acts that would undoubtedly create chaos. The other side ached to embrace her in his arms, never letting go. Reby was still under quarantine - a request she made upon her return to the Normandy. She stated it was a precautionary measure but neglected to mention what events took place in the Bahak System.
Reblicah was gone for two days, two very excruciating days. Garrus was the first to discover her disappearance. Noticing something was awry when Reby was absent for their evening rendezvous. Upon asking EDI for Shepard's location, she responded, "I'm sorry Gunnery Chief Vaka
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A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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