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The Justicar's Dog of War	By : Doirly_No Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 55026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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notes: I know I just said I wouldn't post here as often but wanted to respond to a couple reviews. I changed the title back; the old one is better. It was just these are kind of a series of stories that I refer to as "The Lesser Wars" series, but it doesn't sound as good honestly. Also, here is where you can find masseffectkink in general and the thread where I'm posting the current story specifically: http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/7415.html?thread=34952439#t34952439. Everything will make it to adultfanfiction though.
As with many of the games and sports on The Azure Sky an amateur league had sprouted up around the Strip Combat Arena and as with all of those that didn’t involve male nudity Hawke had a sponsored team, the Anti-Crows. In fact she had people on her payroll whose main job was competing for one of her squads; it was the primary reason she employed so many part-time bouncers. Luckily for Shepard the socialite maiden hadn’t tapped any of her regulars for this match. Partially for the sake of fairness, it was three-on-one after all, but mostly because she didn’t want to use anyone she didn’t completely trust. She wouldn’t risk jeopardizing the great Commander’s safety, anonymity or mission. Though she decided to forego anyone on her main roster for those she had full faith in, her squad was still formidable.
The first member did not need to be found, the young maiden volunteered as soon as the stakes of the match were mentioned to her. Though an accountant by trade who had only played in private matches with friends, none of which were in the Strip Arena, she did have combat experience. During the Reaper War she used her considerable biotic talents to assist the resistance on Niacal in a support role. Only twice did she participate in direct battle launching artillery strikes. So her skill at the game was a bit questionable, her loyalty however was undeniable.
“We cannot lose! We have to win this for Big Sister! Her being forced to demean herself in any way is unacceptable.”
Two hundred and sixty-three years ago, give-or-take a couple months, in a park on Thessia a prepubescent Hawke saved a younger child from a fearsome creature that most closely resembled an Earth duck and ever since she’s had a shadow called Bethany. The fact the name sounded human was purely coincidence. Their friendship grew quickly even though the girls were drastically different; the shy, thoughtful wallflower and caring, charismatic socialite complimented one another so well. It was little wonder that when one set out into space, the other tagged along.
“It is so creepy when you call Miss Hawke that.”
The second selection for this special match was a drell with brilliant scarlet scales named Tallis. She was a part-time bartender whose real job was being the captain of the Wild Witches, The Pearl’s lingerie biotiball team. Seven years prior she was a top prospect at Hawke’s alma mater on her way to the major leagues. That is until her red sand use was exposed. She had been abusing the drug for its biotic enhancing properties as well as a means to get high since she was a teen. After a failed attempt to get clean the school revoked her scholarship and her hanar family disowned her.
With no hope for a future and a few thousand credits in hand Tallis walked into the nearest red sand den never expecting to leave, yet she somehow did. She remembered nothing of the next several months but white rooms, sterile lights and the all consuming pain of withdrawal. However, she did have a clear memory of the odd, little asari waiting for her outside the rehab center wearing a smile and offering tuition to any university in the galaxy. School was always just her stepping stone to the pros and had no interest in returning for any other reason. So instead the maiden gave her a job tending bar. As with so many before and since, she developed an absolute loyalty and adoration for Hawke, which led to her eventually volunteering to be the player-coach for the Wild Witches.
Bethany stopped selecting her gear to yell, “How dare you! She is the closest thing I have ever had to a sister…”
Tallis commented, still punching away at her terminal, “Which is why it’s creepy how much you want to fuck her.”
“I do not!” the maiden’s biotics flared with her rage.
“Please, you’re so wet for her I’m worried about contracting Kepral’s Syndrome just by standing here,” the drell had yet to bother to look for eye contact.
With only a unitard four shades lighter than her skin containing her, Bethany’s ample bust jiggled as she stomped her way across the locker room. “You sand-blasted bitch!”
Reference to her drug addict past extracted Tallis’s ire and got her to turn from her terminal, “Something wrong Incest Queen? I know it must be hard on you knowing Miss Hawke won’t ever want to make baby pure-bloods with you, but don’t take it out on me!”
On the nearby bench sat Aveline Vallen, a large woman who made other species doubt human sexual dimorphism tying her long, red hair into a loose braid and having severe second thoughts on agreeing to participate, let alone take the lead in this match. But, Hawke had begged her so relentlessly and the chance to meet Commander Shepard in any sort of combat was a chance she couldn’t pass up. She was a former Alliance marine who was in the midst of N5 training on Earth when the Reaper War broke out. Of course she immediately joined the resistance, fighting with a level of tenacity, bravery and expertise that even terrified her allies at times. When the fighting ended the horrors she had witnessed caught up with her and burned her out to the point she had to escape the memories.
No one blamed her for resigning her commission and leaving the military, she wasn’t the only one; her superiors did implore her to get treatment for PTSD. Leaving Earth and anything that could remind her of the war seemed to be enough, though she did visit a therapist regularly just to be sure. The veteran soldier followed a tip from a friend and took a job on The Azure Sky’s docks, not fully realizing what the station was until she met her boss; an odd, little asari who took a keen interest in her. The true source of much of Hawke’s income was actually her import business and fleet of cargo ships. So for several weeks Aveline was followed around by the maiden, who showed a deep concern for anyone who had fought the Reapers. They quickly developed a deep friendship and soon she agreed to help train and coach the Anti-Crows, refusing to do anything as embarrassing as actually competing, until that day.
“Enough!” Aveline roared; suddenly exposing herself, even if to a private audience was not the worst part of this. “Get back to selecting your gear!”
Neither alien was willing to cross the Amazonian woman, so both responded, “Fine.”
The squad leader headed to the adjoining room to retrieve her equipment, trying not to think about how exposed she felt in the thin, skintight unitard that hugged every one of her nooks and crannies, made only worst by the prohibition on underwear in the arena. She had her own personal gear delivered earlier so didn’t have to bother with the rental terminal. Bethany had played in enough matches in similar games to know what to pick, though Aveline had to help her adjust to the new rules. Tallis on the other hand had almost no experience and needed a lot of help. The hope was her biotics, athletic background and being placed in a support role would make up for it.
After a few minutes Aveline was joined by her squad mates, each approaching the locker their chosen equipment had just arrived in. To try to keep her out of direct combat, Tallis had selected an assault rifle modded with a high-powered scope; sniper rifles went largely unused as it was easier to shred someone’s clothes with an automatic weapon and one-shot kills were impossible so rushing a gun with a slow-rate of fire using an omni-blade was a viable strategy. The drell then picked a full set of ammo powers to strip whatever defenses Shepard may have, which was extremely important. Unlike real combat, only disruptor rounds could damage shields, while warp was required for barriers and piercing was needed for armor; although normal slugs weren’t completely useless in the last case, just severely limited in their effect.
Bethany’s job would then be to stay with Aveline and provide her close support with her biotics which were completely legal so long as they didn’t do any real damage; being an asari station banning them was never actually considered. So the maiden would have an automatic advantage and greater defenses with her remarkable skill at maintaining barriers. Rather than relying on ammo powers like Tallis she decided to go with tech talents with a focus on fire based attacks. Unlike reality fire had zero effect on any sort of protection, but it did bypass armor to quickly burn away the unitard underneath.
Half way across the station, in The Pearl’s back ‘office’ an audience of five settled in on one of the long, curved couches to watch the private Strip Arena match. At one end were the youngsters, an excited Hawke and Merrill doing an admirable job of sucking Liara into the fun; teaching her the intricacies of nachos and the strict rule against double-dipping. At the other was the mature pair of Samara and Isabela sipping wine, which they had been chided about. The proper adult beverage for sporting events was beer or sake, the Earthophile maiden had pronounced to deaf ears.
“That’s odd,” Isabela mumbled to herself as she glanced at one of the side screens.
The only one to hear, Samara asked, “What was that?”
“Why is Shepard limiting herself to a pistol and submachine gun?” The exotic dancer sat up straight long enough to grab some popcorn before reclining back into the posh sofa.
“She does not use rifles,” the matriarch assuming a similar relaxed posture as the human she answered.
“Why?”
“I have asked her a few times, such as whenever it would be advantageous to have a sniper provide cover for me. She said it has to do with weight and her cloak and preferring to engage at short range, as well as the versatility of having multiple weapons at her disposal. Mainly though it has to do with, as she puts it, having a very nice turian gentleman to do that sniping crap for her.”
“Oh yes, I remember him from the vids, Garrus Vakarian, right? Gotta love a man whose always hard,” Isabela of course talking about his metallic carapace. “Mmmm, if he was under my command I’d be ordering him to do a lot more than just sniping for me.”
The eavesdropping Hawke made an annoyed grunt.
“Oh sorry, Hun,” the woman apologized with an air kiss then turned around to quietly explain, “Hawke has a rather narrow sexuality and doesn’t like to be reminded I don’t; or rather didn’t. I no longer indulge that particular vice out of respect for my maiden love over there.”
The conversation would have to stop there for now as huge, bold words scrolled across the screens signifying the match was beginning. Hawke and Merrill gave sincere cheers as they saw their team enter the arena modeled after prothean ruins reclaimed by a tropical jungle. To maximize the tension they had decided to keep the point of view with Aveline and her squad, relying on replays to later see what Shepard was up to; as a sign of gratitude a recording was being allowed.
The trio exchanged a few words and pulled down their goggles before setting out. Tallis chose a five-story, hollowed-out building nearby as her sniper’s nest to wait for the other two to flush their foe out of hiding. The former marine and current accountant then slowly stalked into the overgrowth about a dozen feet apart which was enough separation not to get caught in the same blast while close enough for Bethany to be able to erect a barrier around the human. There were no grenades or damaging biotic abilities allowed in the game so only tech blasts had any area-of-effect, limiting the options for taking out multiple competitors.
They stayed low and proceeded carefully; Bethany aiming her assault rifle at any perceived noise or motion while Aveline showed greater discipline and kept her shotgun pointed forward. Not wanting to tip her hand yet, the muscle-bound woman with a square jaw refrained from activating any of her powers or talents before they were necessary. She was willing to risk taking a shot or two to her heavy-armor if it meant concealing her true abilities. That didn’t mean she would take any unneeded risks and stumble into an ambush, so their pace remained slow up until they encountered the first major clearing that bisected the arena down the middle.
With the first cautious step into the open came a stream of charged slugs and Aveline immediately dove behind a convenient, waist-high wall a few feet out into the clearing. She raised her palm to stop Bethany from following then peeked out from cover to see where the fire was coming from. As soon as a strain of her ginger hair was spotted the hail of bullets renewed, not that it mattered too much; there was nothing on her head to get damaged. After honing in on the enemy’s location in some bushes on a crumbling bridge she waved to the right to signal her asari comrade to move to the flank. Knowing her shotgun would be ineffective at this range she switched to her pistol, but didn’t get a shot off before she heard an explosion behind her.
“Player Three, Tallis has been eliminated!” the VI referee announced.
“What the fuck!?” Hawke hollered as she jumped to her feet. “Replay! Show me what happened to Tallis on the main screen.”
The maiden hadn’t given the proper command to the VI so Merrill quietly took up the remote to bring up the desired footage; that opened with Tallis trying to find a comfortable position to wait in while remaining ready. Just as she seemed to find her spot a flash of orange below caught her attention. She put her eye to the scope and aimed low, which made it easy to miss the combat drone flying approaching from a little too far to the right to see. So she was caught off guard by the short-range shock attack that damaged her shields. She retreated back into the room, firing from the hip, but before she could take it out a lightning bolt did the job for her.
An overload shot struck the drone then jumped to Tallis, stripping the last of her shields before leaping back and finishing the glowing sphere off in a brilliant burst of light. Her armor did nothing to protect the suit of special fabric beneath from the blast of the detonating robot. Her entire unitard dissolved and the suddenly unanchored plates fell to the ground. The drell was left in shock sitting on the ground naked and cross-legged, revealing the ratio of red to black scales on her body.
Aveline and Bethany looked to the false sky projected on the dome above to see a three dimensional image of their squad mate looking extremely pissed and entirely nude. Those attracted to women, like the entire audience, however were in for a bit of a disappointment. Being reptilian her upper body was identical to a male of her species just with slighter shoulders and since she wasn’t aroused in the slightest her vaginal lips were entirely tucked inside her, so her crotch was as smooth as a doll’s. Her hips did have a nice flare to them and she definitely had the top of the line ass of an athlete at least.
Halfway across the arena Aveline was putting two and two together and called, “Bethany, hit that bush with your biotics and knock the turret up there over!”
The maiden immediately followed the order and blindly launched a mass effect field where directed. Sure enough a turret fell off the opposite side of the bridge it was perched on. Getting a bit more serious the two regrouped and decided to take a defensive position amongst some ruins on the other end of the clearing. It would be nearly impossible to sneak up on them especially since there were no cloaks in the game; it would defeat the point to be invisible in a game with ‘strip’ in the title. Then again Commander Shepard did a lot of things that were nearly impossible.
Once hunkered down Aveline turned to her comrade, “Alright, the explosion had to be a drone detonating.”
“How do you know?”
“Not many things explode in this game and only one could have hit someone five stories up.” The former marine started thinking out loud, “She’s also using turrets. So she must be trying to even the odds, but drones and turrets take a lot of points to purchase so she has to be skimping on something. With how fast she’s moving it must be defense; heavier armor would slow her, plus she’s definitely focused on using offense to keep the pressure on us.”
“Why are you just a trainer and not a player for the Anti-Crows?” Bethany suddenly asked.
“Hawke couldn’t pay me enough to go bare-ass in front of an audience.”
“Yet here you are.”
“Now…” Aveline spotted movement and exclaimed, “Get ready!”
Bethany immediately turned to follow her human partner’s eye line and was shocked to see Shepard bursting from the trees into the clearing, racing toward them full bore. Before either could raise her weapon to gun down the wide-open target the former commander launched a combat drone which raced out ahead. At first blush Aveline figured the little robot couldn’t do any really damage to them as long as they kept most of their bodies out of the line of fire, but then a second thought hit.
“Oh shit!” The big redhead ordered, “Destroy the drone before it gets too close!”
Not needing anymore of a prompt Bethany aimed her assault rifle and unleashed a fully automatic torrent at the orange orb. Trusting the drone to the asari, Aveline pointed her pistol at Shepard, who without skipping a step hurled a turret her way. It landed well short, but still it activated its flamethrower even though it was out of range. That was when the flying robot blew; the fire and energy pulse made it impossible to see her target. Rather than shot blind, the ginger soldier switched to her shotgun to wait for an opponent that didn’t come.
“Take out the turret like before,” Aveline shouted to the maiden beside her.
A biotic wave flung the automated weapon away revealing, nothing. Shepard had disappeared, but not exactly without a trace. Just shy of a dozen yards away was a perfect place to seek cover; a short, chest-high wall. The woman couldn’t be left there too long though, because soon her turret or drone would recharge and she’d be able to flush the pair out. How Aveline wished for a grenade. Still, they had the advantage and had to press it.
The ginger human leaned in close to her teammate, “Think you can use your biotics to lift that wall out of the ground?”
“No way, I’m not powerful enough to yank cemented stone out of the ground.”
“It isn’t actual stone and isn’t really anchored that deeply.”
“Oh, right,” Bethany gave a sharp nod. “Then maybe.”
Aveline sighed, “Just do it.”
After a silent three beat countdown they burst out of cover, the asari mustered an aura of violet energy and the human aimed her shotgun. A mass effect field took hold of the pile of rocks protecting the former commander. Exerting all her effort and strength Bethany made the wall shutter then dislodge from the ground. Aveline fired a blast into the space beneath as soon as she saw enough light and somehow missed. Once the obstacle was lifted further they could see there was no Shepard hiding behind it and both of them started looking around for where the opponent could hide.
That was quickly answered by a shadow dancing over the grass. Only Aveline reacted quickly enough to look up to see Shepard leaping from the stones floating through the air, but not fast enough to do anything more. The Spectre landed behind Bethany and then immediately grabbed the back of her armor’s collar, turning her into an asari shield. A gun barrel was pressed to the maiden’s lower spine. She panicked a moment, having lost track of this only being a game, so did nothing to counter.
“Didn’t realize Commander Shepard took hostages,” Aveline commented as she sought any part of her opponent to aim at.
“I don’t,” she smirked.
Shepard activated her pistol’s melee stunner, which because it did shock damage, started stripping away the maiden’s shielding. Her teammate could do nothing but watch as Bethany’s first line of defense was drained to zero. After that she was given a shove and stumbled forward into her sturdy comrade. Before she could recover her footing completely an incinerate blast nailed her in the back; the flames flowing into the gaps of her armor. The back of her unitard was burnt away from shoulder blades to high on the thighs, plastic plates fell around her feet and she was left completely bare-ass. Once her predicament sunk in she shrieked then scampered to hide behind Aveline, the fact the audience at home still had a perfect view of her rear was completely forgotten.
When the smoke cleared Shepard realized she may not have gained the upper hand. Standing in front of her was the largest, human woman she had ever seen and second only to Vega when including both genders. Though size and strength weren’t key factors in determining the victor of a gunfight, protection was and this redhead was well protected. The translucent, energy plates of tech armor hovered an inch from the solid, physical plates of her heavy armor. The omni-tool of her left hand had been reshaped into a curved shield while she wielded a semi-automatic shotgun in her right which tellingly had yet to be used.
The two former marines suddenly found themselves locked in a standoff. With both her submachine gun and pistol trained on the apparent sentinel, and a shotgun aimed right back, Shepard started doing math. All that defense and a powerful weapon must have drained the vast majority of her points. Including the back-up M-3 Predator on her hip there could only be enough left over for a mod or two and a pair of ammo upgrades. Plus, she had yet to fire her big gun so she must not have loaded it with disruptor rounds and therefore couldn’t penetrate shields at that moment.
“Never even seen a pistol stunner used, let alone like that,” Aveline commented.
“Well my preference would have been to use a drone to take down your shields.”
“Which would be dangerous to use at this range; you’d be caught in the detonation blast same as we would.” The larger woman craned her neck a bit to confirm, “Plus I see you only have one turret left and the lightest of armor sets.”
It was true Shepard’s red unitard was protected only by breast and crotch plates, however, “That’s alright, I bet you can’t get through my shields anyway, so long as that pistol stays where it is.”
“Maybe, but my friend here does. Plus…” Aveline’s shotgun grew a large, curved omni-blade. “Shields and barriers are useless against melee weapons. So we have the advantage here.”
“Gimme a sec and I’ll fix that…” and Shepard squeezed the trigger of her submachine gun.
Rapid fire, incendiary slugs burst in Amazonian warrior’s face, her tech armor preventing any damage but reflexes forced her to protect herself. As soon as Shepard saw the omni-shield rise high she launched concussive shots from both her weapons low. Unlike outside the arena, the high-powered rounds could only effected barriers and the physical force behind them was reduced to a fraction. Doubling them up though gave enough oomph to knock Aveline off her feet onto her face and left the asari behind her wide open.
Shepard didn’t hesitate in unleashing more fire-enhanced slugs from her SMG and armor-piercing from her pistol. Because of the way the weapons were altered for the game they didn’t overheat so she didn’t have to consider letting up on the trigger until she had exposed every inch of the hiding asari. Bethany threw up her arms to guard herself from the shots, but it did little good to stop her unitard from disappearing piece-by-piece. Within seconds her well-endowed bust was set free. When this maiden reached her matriarch stage she was going to need to use a lift mass effect field on her chest just to stay upright.
The bullets kept peppering the asari until the VI referee announced, “Player Four, Bethany has been eliminated!”
“That was awesome,” Merrill commented before returning to sipping her dextro-soda through a straw.
“Traitor,” a disgruntle Hawke mumbled.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean…”
Before the little quarian could go any further Isabela said, “Don’t listen to her Kitten. She’s just mad she’s going to lose.”
“Am not! I still have Aveline!”
“Have you noticed how Shepard has yet to be even shot at?” Isabela pointed out.
“We’ll see,” Hawke growled before grabbing another beer.
The former commander took in an eyeful of the entirely bare curvaceous maiden darting for cover behind a tree as she allowed her opponent to get back to her feet. Once the asari was out of sight Shepard holstered her submachine gun to free a hand to use her omni-tool if needed. She then waited for her opponent to recover; it didn’t seem sporting to shoot someone while they were face down on the ground, plus defeating tech armor in this game was not such a simple task. When destroyed it would release a pulse of energy that would severely damage the shields and barriers of anyone in range, foe and ally alike.
Without her teammates Aveline no longer had to be concerned with friendly fire, but she couldn’t just detonate it as she pleased and her opponent wasn’t about to do it for her. Shepard had guessed right before; only her pistol had disruptor ammo and she didn’t have any other powers that could strip shields. That meant the only way to get through the first line of defense was to use her weak handgun, have her tech armor destroyed or bypass it all together. By the time she had gotten back to her feet she had come to the conclusion she had only one option.
“Want to settle this with hand to hand combat?” Shepard offered, also concluding the other woman had but one option.
“I don’t believe I could afford to give you that advantage.”
“Give me the advantage?” she asked with a quirked eyebrow, utterly intrigued. “How else are you going to get through my shields?”
The former N5 designated marine had to grin at the momentary victory. “You shouldn’t make assumptions about my abilities based on the equipment I use in the arena. I mean, I know you’re no engineer.”
“Oh shit,” Shepard swore when she saw the distinct glow of biotic energy begin to emanate from her large foe.
In a violet flash of light Aveline charged forward, traveling a dozen yards in a near instant and slammed her shield into her foe. Shepard went flying back into a fake tree which crumpled upon impact, giving the woman a soft landing. So not to allow any time to recover the vanguard continued to press the attack displaying amazing strength by using one hand to fire off a carnage shot. It couldn’t penetrate the former commander’s primary defense but did have the force to keep her on the ground long enough to close to melee range. She thrust her bayonet into the thin cloud of smoke surrounding her enemy, but didn’t find her mark.
Shepard was able to summon her omni-blade in time to deflect the sizable spike coming her way then countered by blasting the vanguard in the face with a concussive shot. The protective goggles all competitors wore also projected a barrier that blunted any attack so the impact of the high-powered round only got Aveline to recoil a bit, but that was enough. She rolled then backpedaled out of the larger woman’s reach or at least for as long as it took to recover the strength needed for another biotic assisted charge. Assessing the damage from the assault she noticed she had lost a sleeve and most of her right haunch had been exposed. Not that she was terribly worried.
Having held back a significant amount of power, since this wasn’t actual combat, Aveline recharged quickly and didn’t hesitate in renewing the attack. After summoning her biotics for a second she charged across the field, but that second turned out to be costly. As the vanguard raced forward she saw the distinct orange glow of the infiltrator’s omni-tool for an instant before the world exploded around her. Then rather than slamming into the former commander she lost all her speed and stumbled into a barrage of armor-piercing slugs that should have been stopped by her tech armor. It took a few rounds before she realized she was taking damage and summoned a barrier. Then it became her turn to backpedal.
Aveline had to quickly evaluate the situation. Somehow her tech armor was gone, but according to the HUD in her goggles Shepard still had nearly full shields. The detonation of her power should have caused enough damage to strip the infiltrator of all energy based defenses. As the gears turned she glanced down to see if anything was exposed. The plates from her thigh, mid-section, shoulder and forearm were gone, but nothing obviously embarrassing was showing. There was one thing that was subtly embarrassing though; a small tattoo high on the thigh a couple inches to the right of her groin, that looked like a little bird.
“No fucking way!” Isabela turned to her lover as soon as she spotted the marking. “You and Man-Hands?”
The maiden’s cheeks burned as she didn’t know Aveline had already visited the tattoo parlor. “We’ve gotten rather close lately,”
“Rather close my ass. We were seeing each other for a year before I got mine.” The libidinous human then noticed the look of confusion on their guests face’s and immediately lowered her pants to reveal, amongst other things, the same bird tattoo in the same place on her body. “Hawke likes to mark her things.”
“No!” the young asari’s embarrassment grew terribly. “It isn’t like that at all!”
“Just teasing.” Isabela then scooped up the near blue hand to give it a peck. “We’re more like her wives really. She just can’t bear to part from someone she loves and she falls in love quite easily.”
“Oh look!” Merrill shouted, trying to save Hawke from the brewing conversation. “Aveline is saying something!”
Half a station away on the other side of the live feed and after some fruitless contemplation the vanguard had to finally ask, “How did you break my tech armor and stop my charge?”
“I used energy drain on your tech armor which bolstered my shields enough to survive the resulting energy pulse. As for your charge, it was stopped by your own tech armor’s detonation.”
Aveline had to laugh as she inquired, “How much of this did you have planned?”
“Well, my plan was to use the first turret as a distraction so I could sneak behind you and catch you all in a crossfire but I noticed there were only two of you. So, I went after the drell you left behind. On my way back my HUD told me my turret was down so I guessed you two were still close by. Now if this was actual combat I wouldn’t have done that suicidal rush, but I figured what the hell and charged your position. Was going to then use my last turret and a drone to flush you out, but you used that clever biotic lift on the wall I was behind.” Shepard rather enjoyed explaining her awesomeness; most times her enemies were too dead to listen. “Anyway, long story short, I mostly improvised.”
“And you focused all your points on offensive talents to counter anything we could throw at you.”
“More fun that way. Give our audience a better show.” After a short pause Shepard suddenly asked, “You want to play some more or just finish it now?”
“I’m not giving up,” Aveline’s tone grew a bit more serious.
“I know. I’ll beat you legitimately.”
“How? I doubt you can get through my barrier and heavy armor before my tech armor recharges.”
“Alright, then let me show you.”
Shepard drew her submachine gun to fire off another pair of concussive shots which did quadruple damage against barriers and easily stripped away Aveline’s with a single salvo. Then, like with Bethany minutes before, unleashed a combination of fully automatic incendiary and semi-automatic armor-piercing rounds. The vanguard raised her omni-shield to defend herself, but it was weak against the slugs coming out of the pistol and quickly succumbed. Out of other options the big redhead ran at her foe bayonet first. She did not have the agility or speed to catch the Spectre though and armor plates fell to the ground one after the other.
The vanguard’s stout, muscle-bound frame was revealed little-by-little until the VI referee announced, “Player Two, Aveline Vallen has been eliminated!”
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