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Three, Two in One (Fanfic by Tigermark in Desc)
“Captain, is that the ship we are supposed to meet?”
The large white and black felinoid looked down at his companion. The white-furred felinoid was a good bit shorter than he, but he had learned in their fairly short acquaintance not to ever underestimate her. He still vividly recalled her first appearance on his ship. She’d appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of deep space. Her clothing had been disheveled and a bit tattered, and she’d seemed to be in pain or at least severely disoriented. One of the engineers had made to grab her arm, and she’d bit him and quickly backed into a corner, drawing a pair of long knives. It had been all Captain Tigermark M’Rega could do to defuse the situation before somebody got hurt.
Now, six months later, she was a valued crew member, a crack shot and deadly in paw-to-paw combat. Tigermark smiled a bit as he looked into her unusual green eyes and answered her question.
“Yes, I do believe that’s the Normandy. One Commander Genesis Shepard commanding. She’s supposed to be a legend in this part of space. First canid Spectre, hero of more battles than most have heard of, much less survived.”
The smaller felinoid’s ears went flat. “So, we will be fighting again? It seems to be all we do since I came here. I am not afraid, but I do not like it so much.”
“I know. Can’t say I like it much either, but you and I both know we’re here to accomplish a mission. Then hopefully we can get you back home.”
The smaller felinoid, known simply as Three, nodded. The big cat beside her, it turned out, was not only another dimensional traveler, but was also a Christian. He just seemed to have a lot more control over where he went and what condition he arrived in. Three still marveled that he’d come to this realm not with just the clothes on his back, but with a full compliment of crew and a ship. The Stripes One was the same class of ship as the one they were watching approach and dock beside their ship. Long, sleek, delta-winged, with four powerful drive engines. Stripes was a little shorter than the Normandy due to the blunt barrel of the proton cannon in her nose. The other most notable difference was the dazzling white and black striped paint pattern Stripes sported, reminiscent of her captain.
Right now, most of his stripes were covered in the black body armor that was requisite to both survival and being taken seriously in this realm. Three was similarly attired, and they expected the commander of the Normandy to be wearing something along the same lines. Their mission seemed simple. A local gangster on this station had been involved in some questionable dealings regarding Geth being where Geth should not be. They intended to have a chat with the Batarian, but they had no doubt that first they’d have to find a way past his compliment of Blue Suns mercs, possibly some mechs and Geth, too.
They felt a slight tremor in the deck as the Normandy engaged the docking arm. After a brief interval, the door to the lock cycled open. The muzzle of a pistol preceeded a set of white and black ears, riding in a small sea of red hair. When no gunfire erupted, the pistol moved upward and the owner of said ears stood upright and stepped out into the hallway. Commander Genesis Shepard was a white-furred fox canid of medium height. Her armor prevented much detail of her build from showing, but the fine scars in her face spoke of someone who had seen and survived a lot of battles. She eyed the two felinoids and then holstered her weapon.
“You Captain Tigermark?”
He nodded, replying, “Yep, that’s me. Nice to meet you, Commander. Thanks for helping out on this. This is my lieutenant, Three.”
Shepard looked the smaller felinoid over and nodded, nonplussed by the unusual name, and offered a paw to shake. “Lieutenant Three.”
“I am pleased to meet you, Commander,” Three replied as she clasped the paw. Tigermark smiled slightly. Apparently the gesture of the pawshake, in one form or another, was nearly universal. Three had understood it when he’d offered her his palm-up open paw even before she could speak a word of the language used here.
Shepard cocked her head a bit. “Unusual accent. Where are you from?”
Three hesitated, and Tigermark answered instead. “She’s from way across the Rift, and Standard isn’t her native language.”
Shepard shrugged, ready to get on with the mission. “No problem. Now, who do we need to see to talk to…Look out!”
Shepard dropped into a combat crouch as she pulled an automatic rifle off her back. Tigermark turned in an instant and was crouching as well, pulling his autopistol. Three dropped flat and rolled into a crouch behind the support arch at the side of the hallway. A group of armored fighters, Blue Suns by the color and style of suit, had come around the corner at the end of the hall. They stopped short upon seeing the ready, armed response, and a human who was apparently the leader called out.
“One of you Commander Shepard?”
“Yeah, what of it?” the canid replied. She wasn’t fond of mercs.
“Got a message for you from Elar Red’dah, the boss o’ this section. He don’t want no troubles with no Spectre. Go away and we’ll leave ya alone. But step one boot inside the station proper and you’re ours.”
“Commander, Capitain!” Three called out from her spot by the arch, “The door at the other end of the hallway is cycling! Several heavy boots came up to it just now!”
The white felinoid had her paw down flat on the deck. She’d felt the vibrations and understood their meaning, even at that distance. Shepard and Tigermark took what cover they could find, and the big felinoid switched out his pistol in favor of an automatic rifle and faced toward the new threat. Just before the shooting started, Shepard called out to the mercs.
“Tell your boss I’m a Spectre, I don’t care if he wants it or not, he’s got trouble.”
The firing began hot and heavy, but in just under a minute, five Blue Suns were down at each end of the hallway. The others retreated, and the trio were able to move on into the station. Both Tigermark and Three had to suppress a laugh as Commander Shepard walked among the downed mercs collection weapons clips. She seemed to delight in calling out “Clip? Clip? Cli-i-ip?” as she searched for them. Tigermark just gave a snort and thought, “To each their own, I suppose.” Three just looked from the Commander to the Captain in a perplexed way. She was about to ask about the behavior when they turned the corner into the station proper and the fighting started again.
Section by section, they fought their way in. The mercs had pulled back, to be replaced by mechanized security. The fighting was too heavy for Tigermark to note very much about Shepherd’s style of combat, but he did see her switch to a sniper rifle after a bit. Three slipped ahead and around, taking advantage of her small size, to dispatch droids who managed to keep hidden. More than once Tigermark heard the sound of her long knives as they sliced through cable and synthetic joint. Then they began to encounter Blue Suns again, and the sounds from wherever Three was became much wetter.
They finally pushed into a large chamber, decked out in opulent fashion. Several species of scantily-clad females scattered as the security detail opened up on the trio. The mercs were joined by several Geth, but Tigermark could tell that they weren’t acting in the way Geth usually did. Their movements were a bit jerky, and their fire uncoordinated.
Several rounds of fire later, all that was left were the Batarian Elar Red’dah and another Batarian who was apparently his lieutenant. Instead of surrendering, though, they both stood up wearing what appeared to be some sort of Geth-based armored exosuit. The gangster roared his defiance.
“So Spectre, you’ve gotten through everyone else. Should have known working on Geth would attract too much attention. You can’t take me when I’m wearing this armor, though. Still, no need in bringing down more trouble that it’s worth. I’ll make you a deal. Walk back out the way you came and forget about this, and I’ll make sure two tons of Element Zero makes its way into your hold. No hard feelings, and we both get to make a profit.”
“So you can continue to make half-assed hacks on captured Geth, and make more robosuits for your merc friends? Not a chance. Surrender and live, or take your best shot and die, your choice Elar.”
Shepard’s reply did not impress the gangster, and both he and his lieutenant activated lift plates in the suits and began to move from place to place quickly. The suits contained multiple automated weapons, and Tigermark and Three had all they could do to manage only taking glancing hits on their armor. All three of them began to make telling hits on the robosuited pair. Commander Shepard managed to knock Elar out of the air just as Three shot the lift plate off the other Batarian’s armor. The two downed gangsters landed in a heap, and Tigermark raised a paw that suddenly glowed with blue-green biotic fire.
The hapless boss and his lieutenant lifted weightless into the air, floating awkwardly upward. Commander Shepard chambered her sniper rifle with an incendiary round and fired.
The looks on the three warrior’s faces were a sight to behold. Tigermark’s nose and muzzle were scrunched in an expression of sympathetic pain. Three had arched and eyebrow and squinted the other eye as she cocked her head to the side. Shepard looked a little embarrassed as she muttered, “Sorry, sorry.”
The single round from the sniper rifle had neatly struck both Batarians as they rotated slowly legs-up. Both had been hit directly in the crotch, setting each neatly afire.
Thus was the legend of Crotch-Shot Shepard born.
A card for Tigermark who was inspired to write some fanfic after seeing me play Mass Effect. I tend to hit low... ON ACCIDENT I SWEAR!!!! >.>
The large white and black felinoid looked down at his companion. The white-furred felinoid was a good bit shorter than he, but he had learned in their fairly short acquaintance not to ever underestimate her. He still vividly recalled her first appearance on his ship. She’d appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of deep space. Her clothing had been disheveled and a bit tattered, and she’d seemed to be in pain or at least severely disoriented. One of the engineers had made to grab her arm, and she’d bit him and quickly backed into a corner, drawing a pair of long knives. It had been all Captain Tigermark M’Rega could do to defuse the situation before somebody got hurt.
Now, six months later, she was a valued crew member, a crack shot and deadly in paw-to-paw combat. Tigermark smiled a bit as he looked into her unusual green eyes and answered her question.
“Yes, I do believe that’s the Normandy. One Commander Genesis Shepard commanding. She’s supposed to be a legend in this part of space. First canid Spectre, hero of more battles than most have heard of, much less survived.”
The smaller felinoid’s ears went flat. “So, we will be fighting again? It seems to be all we do since I came here. I am not afraid, but I do not like it so much.”
“I know. Can’t say I like it much either, but you and I both know we’re here to accomplish a mission. Then hopefully we can get you back home.”
The smaller felinoid, known simply as Three, nodded. The big cat beside her, it turned out, was not only another dimensional traveler, but was also a Christian. He just seemed to have a lot more control over where he went and what condition he arrived in. Three still marveled that he’d come to this realm not with just the clothes on his back, but with a full compliment of crew and a ship. The Stripes One was the same class of ship as the one they were watching approach and dock beside their ship. Long, sleek, delta-winged, with four powerful drive engines. Stripes was a little shorter than the Normandy due to the blunt barrel of the proton cannon in her nose. The other most notable difference was the dazzling white and black striped paint pattern Stripes sported, reminiscent of her captain.
Right now, most of his stripes were covered in the black body armor that was requisite to both survival and being taken seriously in this realm. Three was similarly attired, and they expected the commander of the Normandy to be wearing something along the same lines. Their mission seemed simple. A local gangster on this station had been involved in some questionable dealings regarding Geth being where Geth should not be. They intended to have a chat with the Batarian, but they had no doubt that first they’d have to find a way past his compliment of Blue Suns mercs, possibly some mechs and Geth, too.
They felt a slight tremor in the deck as the Normandy engaged the docking arm. After a brief interval, the door to the lock cycled open. The muzzle of a pistol preceeded a set of white and black ears, riding in a small sea of red hair. When no gunfire erupted, the pistol moved upward and the owner of said ears stood upright and stepped out into the hallway. Commander Genesis Shepard was a white-furred fox canid of medium height. Her armor prevented much detail of her build from showing, but the fine scars in her face spoke of someone who had seen and survived a lot of battles. She eyed the two felinoids and then holstered her weapon.
“You Captain Tigermark?”
He nodded, replying, “Yep, that’s me. Nice to meet you, Commander. Thanks for helping out on this. This is my lieutenant, Three.”
Shepard looked the smaller felinoid over and nodded, nonplussed by the unusual name, and offered a paw to shake. “Lieutenant Three.”
“I am pleased to meet you, Commander,” Three replied as she clasped the paw. Tigermark smiled slightly. Apparently the gesture of the pawshake, in one form or another, was nearly universal. Three had understood it when he’d offered her his palm-up open paw even before she could speak a word of the language used here.
Shepard cocked her head a bit. “Unusual accent. Where are you from?”
Three hesitated, and Tigermark answered instead. “She’s from way across the Rift, and Standard isn’t her native language.”
Shepard shrugged, ready to get on with the mission. “No problem. Now, who do we need to see to talk to…Look out!”
Shepard dropped into a combat crouch as she pulled an automatic rifle off her back. Tigermark turned in an instant and was crouching as well, pulling his autopistol. Three dropped flat and rolled into a crouch behind the support arch at the side of the hallway. A group of armored fighters, Blue Suns by the color and style of suit, had come around the corner at the end of the hall. They stopped short upon seeing the ready, armed response, and a human who was apparently the leader called out.
“One of you Commander Shepard?”
“Yeah, what of it?” the canid replied. She wasn’t fond of mercs.
“Got a message for you from Elar Red’dah, the boss o’ this section. He don’t want no troubles with no Spectre. Go away and we’ll leave ya alone. But step one boot inside the station proper and you’re ours.”
“Commander, Capitain!” Three called out from her spot by the arch, “The door at the other end of the hallway is cycling! Several heavy boots came up to it just now!”
The white felinoid had her paw down flat on the deck. She’d felt the vibrations and understood their meaning, even at that distance. Shepard and Tigermark took what cover they could find, and the big felinoid switched out his pistol in favor of an automatic rifle and faced toward the new threat. Just before the shooting started, Shepard called out to the mercs.
“Tell your boss I’m a Spectre, I don’t care if he wants it or not, he’s got trouble.”
The firing began hot and heavy, but in just under a minute, five Blue Suns were down at each end of the hallway. The others retreated, and the trio were able to move on into the station. Both Tigermark and Three had to suppress a laugh as Commander Shepard walked among the downed mercs collection weapons clips. She seemed to delight in calling out “Clip? Clip? Cli-i-ip?” as she searched for them. Tigermark just gave a snort and thought, “To each their own, I suppose.” Three just looked from the Commander to the Captain in a perplexed way. She was about to ask about the behavior when they turned the corner into the station proper and the fighting started again.
Section by section, they fought their way in. The mercs had pulled back, to be replaced by mechanized security. The fighting was too heavy for Tigermark to note very much about Shepherd’s style of combat, but he did see her switch to a sniper rifle after a bit. Three slipped ahead and around, taking advantage of her small size, to dispatch droids who managed to keep hidden. More than once Tigermark heard the sound of her long knives as they sliced through cable and synthetic joint. Then they began to encounter Blue Suns again, and the sounds from wherever Three was became much wetter.
They finally pushed into a large chamber, decked out in opulent fashion. Several species of scantily-clad females scattered as the security detail opened up on the trio. The mercs were joined by several Geth, but Tigermark could tell that they weren’t acting in the way Geth usually did. Their movements were a bit jerky, and their fire uncoordinated.
Several rounds of fire later, all that was left were the Batarian Elar Red’dah and another Batarian who was apparently his lieutenant. Instead of surrendering, though, they both stood up wearing what appeared to be some sort of Geth-based armored exosuit. The gangster roared his defiance.
“So Spectre, you’ve gotten through everyone else. Should have known working on Geth would attract too much attention. You can’t take me when I’m wearing this armor, though. Still, no need in bringing down more trouble that it’s worth. I’ll make you a deal. Walk back out the way you came and forget about this, and I’ll make sure two tons of Element Zero makes its way into your hold. No hard feelings, and we both get to make a profit.”
“So you can continue to make half-assed hacks on captured Geth, and make more robosuits for your merc friends? Not a chance. Surrender and live, or take your best shot and die, your choice Elar.”
Shepard’s reply did not impress the gangster, and both he and his lieutenant activated lift plates in the suits and began to move from place to place quickly. The suits contained multiple automated weapons, and Tigermark and Three had all they could do to manage only taking glancing hits on their armor. All three of them began to make telling hits on the robosuited pair. Commander Shepard managed to knock Elar out of the air just as Three shot the lift plate off the other Batarian’s armor. The two downed gangsters landed in a heap, and Tigermark raised a paw that suddenly glowed with blue-green biotic fire.
The hapless boss and his lieutenant lifted weightless into the air, floating awkwardly upward. Commander Shepard chambered her sniper rifle with an incendiary round and fired.
The looks on the three warrior’s faces were a sight to behold. Tigermark’s nose and muzzle were scrunched in an expression of sympathetic pain. Three had arched and eyebrow and squinted the other eye as she cocked her head to the side. Shepard looked a little embarrassed as she muttered, “Sorry, sorry.”
The single round from the sniper rifle had neatly struck both Batarians as they rotated slowly legs-up. Both had been hit directly in the crotch, setting each neatly afire.
Thus was the legend of Crotch-Shot Shepard born.
A card for Tigermark who was inspired to write some fanfic after seeing me play Mass Effect. I tend to hit low... ON ACCIDENT I SWEAR!!!! >.>
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