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Turnabout-	By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7688 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This story takes place within Bioware's Mass Effect Universe, their creative property. I do not own any of Bioware's stories or characters or locations. The Author recieved no money from this story and is writing it purely for entertainment.

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This next chapter is why this story was started to being with. It was a scene I played in my head after hearing the music The Reluctant Warrior by Immediate Music . Note in my play through my Shepard would never utter the words.. Then the Illusive man was right http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jppobC_Inlk
Chapter 26
Shepard could not remember how she got here, she wasn’t even sure where here was. She had fought the Ambassadors people until finally she was completely overwhelmed and even then she continued to fight. She had injuries on top of injuries but she was not going to let them take her easily. If they wanted her they were going to have to pay. She fought until she was ground into unconsciousness.
The Ambassador wanted her alive and she could tell by his voice that he needed her alive. She was not sure what for but she knew she could use that to her advantage, if she ever woke up. She had tried to a few times but only ended up stirring, hearing muffled voices and falling back into unconsciousness.
The times that she stirred she could hear the Ambassador talking to her; she was unable to really focus on what he was talking about. What she did remember was pain, so much pain that she was screaming. She preferred unconsciousness.
“Get up,” that voice she recognized, she would never forget it. The non-corporeal catalyst had stolen the form of the young child she had tried to save so many years ago. She hated it then and she still hated it now. She had been injured and in pain then, when he had appeared to her. The two time lines were converging together.
“Where am I?” She asked but she had no idea if she was dreaming or really asking the question. She felt as though someone was turning her stomach inside out. “I need to stop the Reapers, do you know how I do that.”
“Just read the Cipher.” This was not the child speaking but the Ambassador and at the moment Shepard had no idea what he meant by cipher.
“You have altered the variables,” the child continued, not even acknowledging the new voice.
“What do you mean?” Shepard asked. There was a new jolt of pain this time at the base of her neck down to her waist. She finally opened her eyes and was back on the crucible, the little ghostly boy standing with her.
“The crucible changed me, created new possibilities. But I can't make that happen. If there is to be a new solution you must act. It is now in your power to destroy us. But be warned, others will be destroyed as well. The crucible will not discriminate. All synthetics will be targeted. Even you are partly synthetic.”
Now, like then, she thought of Edi first and then the Geth. Edi had come so far in her understanding of humanity, even the fact that she wanted to understand, craved to understand was a testament as to how far synthetic life could go. Even the Geth, once understood, had been eager to help in the fight against the Reapers. This self-proclaimed make of the Reapers was wrong in every aspect of what he was told her. Organics and synthetics could live together; the proof was right outside of the crucible. That was not the point anymore though. She had to destroy the Reapers.
“But the reapers will be destroyed?”
“Yes but the peace won't last. Soon your children will create synthetic, and then chaos will come back.”
Shepard did not believe that the chaos was in the synthetic, it was in who created them and even then it made no difference. Edi was created by Cerberus and she turned out fine. The creature went on about two other choices which to her we wrong on so many levels. The Illusive Man had tried to control the Reapers and looked what happened to him. Besides, control them mean they were still around and that was unacceptable, they had to be destroyed so they could not rise again. She would not even trust herself with the kind of power that choice offered.
The other choice of Synthesis was not an option. She in no way had the right to play god and completely re-write the genetic code of so many species. She did not see this as the next step in evolution as the ghost child suggested. One of the things that made the universe so special was diversity. She had no right to throw everyone into one pot and melt them together. That was how the Protheans lost the war; they did not have that diversity.
There was more pain, almost as if someone had placed a hot poker in the middle of her nervous system. She screamed, even in her delusional dreams she screamed and fell to the ground. “Or you could use the cipher,” The child said out of the blue. She looked up to the child but he was gone. In his place a non-corporeal Ambassador stood looking down at her. “Just use the cipher and everything will be ok,” he said and jammed something into her back. She screamed again as the pain was so consuming. At this point she was not sure what the cipher was but she was not going to oblige the Ambassador anything.
“The paths are open but you have to choose,” the child’s voice came back to her. She looked up at the three different streams. There was only one choice as far as she was concerned and it was the choice that involved destroying the Reapers permanently. She moved to her hands and knees and attempted to get up.
“No!” The Ambassador shouted and slammed something hard into her back. She fell back down to the ground.
“You go nowhere until you read translate the cipher.” He said. Again Cayle was having a hard time separating her dreams from reality and given the pain she was feeling it was probably a good thing. She began to crawl toward the red machine a pistol suddenly in her hand.
“We need to take a break, Sir, let things settle as they are, we are at the point of getting nowhere,” She heard somewhere in her delusions.
“Very well, we will give her a bit to get adjust before we come back. Is she even conscious anymore?” the Ambassador asked.
“Well she has stopped screaming so I will say no.”
Shepard moved from a belly crawl to her hands and knees and then to her feet. She stood for a few moments collecting herself. There was not a part of her body that was not in pain. Slowly she got to her feet and continued. Every step she took was a challenge and then raising her gun even more so. When she was close enough she started firing. There was no aiming involved which was a good thing, her eyes were not able to focus. She continued to fire and walk; she needed to destroy the Reapers. With them gone everything she held dear had a chance. She thought of Liara, he lover deserved life and she was going to give it to her. She felt the determination well up inside of her as the explosions nearly took her off her feet. She held the pistol in both hands and continued to fire, grim determination plain on her face. She continued to fire until she could not fire anymore and all that was left was pain.
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As an orphan Cayle was selfish and intolerable. She had always done what she wanted, when she wanted, which was probably why she had gone through so many foster homes. By the time she was thirteen she was living on her home, taking up residence in abandoned building or, in the summer on roof tops. The only person she had to worry about was herself. She stole her food and clothing and kept herself away from the gangs and life was passible.
Her favorite pass time was going into the other neighbor hoods where life was good and watching the families there. There were no real families in the slums and if there were they were few and far between and even then they were struggling.
Outside of the slums people were happy and content and parents loved their children. Kids played with each other out on the street as if there were not a care in the world. They did not have to worry about starving, or being shot or worse. She loved to watch parents playing with their children, or families sitting at a dinner table talking and laughing. She could watch them for hours and sometime envision herself sitting or playing amongst them.
When she was fourteen her little self-absorbed world was shattered. She buried the memories of the night she was attacked deeply but that night had changed her. Not for the better either. She had withdrawn further into herself and become something that she would regret until she died.
At some point between being a soldier for the Blood and being part of the Alliance something had changed in Shepard. It had become about others and not her. Everything she started doing was to ensure that others could have a better life than she did. She had not even been aware of the change, not until Liara had come into her life.
Cayle could still feel the dullness of the pain, there was not a spot on her body that did not fill her with a dull ache. However as she thought of the woman she loved it was more tolerable. She thought of the first time she had realized she loved Liara and she thought of the first time they had made love. Cayle had studied the Asari physiology and even read a couple of book on the topic but as they kissed and touched each other that night she found that exploring on her own was a better teacher. Both she and Liara had moved slowly, learning what each other like and learning what secret pleasures both bodies held. It had felt so right, they fit so well together and when Liara had merged their minds together Shepard had thought she had gone to heaven. She had never been adequately able to describe what she had felt.
She smiled to herself locking herself in that memory, holding on to the good for as long as she could. She knew the Ambassador was done with her and she had seen him torture enough people to know exactly what she was in for. She swore to herself to hold on to that memory, no matter what the bastard did to her.
She slowly returned to consciousness as someone was yelling at her to wake up, they had thrown a bucket of water over her. She tried to open her eyes but it was hard. She did manage to open one but everything was fuzzy. She could taste the metallic tinges of blood in her mouth. She slowly raised her head.
“Cayle, really, is this necessary, I will get you to read and translate this cipher one way or another.” The Ambassador said moving to one leg in front of her. Her head fell and she started to fade again. She felt him grab her hair and hold her face up. “You need to stay awake. We can’t talk if you keep passing out.”
“Don’t feel like talking right now,” she said.
“Oh Cayle, really, you’ve witnessed enough of these to know everyone talks,” he said caressing her cheek as if they were lovers. He nodded to someone behind her and she felt a burning pain in her lower back move up an out to her limbs. He was using that device he called the pain stick. She had heard people cry and scream and eventually breaks down under the charge of the pain stick. He was using it on her as a last resort; all she had to do was endure. He had beaten her, whipped her and even started with the small cuts but she endured, she would do the same with the pain stick.
“I am not everyone,” Shepard spat out, her blood smattering over his face. He nodded and the pain went away, she started to lose consciousness again.
“When it boils down to it Shepard, everyone who comes in this room ends up equal. They all start out strong but end up crying in my arms. You will as well,” water splashed over her again and she spit it out of her mouth.
“I’m not going to do what you want.”
“No, right now you’re not, but it will come.” He said. Another man came in the room and whispered in his ear. “Already?” said and stood up.
“I’ll be back,” He said with a smile, he threw the person behind her a knife. “I want her soaking in her blood.” He said, “It’s good for show.”
With that he smiled and left the room. She watched his unfocused form leave the room through her good eye and then let her head hang. She only had a second to take a rest before something sharp dug into her shoulder. She screamed again and continued to scream until he stopped. She almost passed out again but he hit her with the freezing cold water again and walked away. She could feel him just standing in the back of the room. She pulled at her restraints and they gave slightly but not much. She thought for a second of pulling harder to really test them but she imagined the man behind her would simply hurt her some more. She would wait until they were gone.
She had no idea of how long he left her alone but then she heard the Ambassadors voice in a speaker, “Go ahead, and continue.” He said. She closed her eye and gripped the straps around her wrist. She screamed loudly as the pain stick hit her one again. When it pulled away she almost passed out.
~I’m coming Lover, fight. ~ She felt Liara in her head. She was here and she was in trouble. That bastard had her and she was injured. If she didn’t act…
“NO!” she screamed and yanked on the binding as hard as she could, spurred on by the fact that the Ambassador was probably planning on torturing Liara to get her to talk. The man who had been torturing her ran forward and grabbed a hold of her as she snapped the restraint on her arm and used it to try and get out of the left one. She wrapped the restraint around the man’s neck and pulled as hard as she could. Other troops began to come in to try and restrain her and she threw the body she was holding at them. Someone opened fire as she stood and ran towards them, she slide on her knees as she hear the first shot, grabbing the first leg she came to.
She kicked up with her foot and the man crumpled to a knee and she reached with the rope and wrapped it around his neck, using her momentum to end up on his back. Jamming her knees into his back she forced him to sit up and she ducked behind him as someone else shot. They hit him instead of her. Somebody punched her in the face after she heard the Ambassador order her captured alive. That would help her out greatly.
Her adrenaline was flowing fully through her now as she spun and kicked at her pursuers until she finally spotted the door. She needed to get there. She pulled a knife from the belt of one attack and plunged it into the shoulder of another. She had no idea of how many people in this room were after but she spun and weaved and attacked until she found herself at the door. She had to get out; she had to get to…
“Liara,” the name hung on her lips as the door opened in front of her and there she stood looking like she had fought a war as well. They looked into each other’s eye for only a second as the adrenaline started to fade. She started to fall but Liara caught her.
“I got you lover,” Liara said gently and guided her out of the room, several marines rushed passed them and Cayle could hear the gun shot muffled in the background as the door shut.
“You’re here,” Cayle said and smiled, she had never seen such a wonderful sight before, even if it was blurry.
“I had to come,” Liara smiled back and brushed her fingers over her. “You gave the order for us to come and get you.
“So you brought an army with you.”
“I brought them all, just for you,” Liara said and kissed her as she practically held Cayle on her feet.
“I love you, but I really want to get the hell out of this place.” Cayle said when their lips parted.
“I think that is a great idea,” She said and they continued to make their way back to the forward base of operation.
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