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Reunited	By : Boompeew Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 25157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s notes: And here we go, chapter 35! There’s no action in this chapter, just a lot of interaction with the crew of the Normandy. So if you’re looking for some bang-bang, it’s probably a better idea to play the game itself, which was a suggestion from one of my reviewers. If any of you have suggestions on what I could write in future chapters please don’t hesitate to PM me.

Admiral Hackett is totally gonna flip his shit once he finds out that we have a Prothean on the Normandy. Captain Megan Cassandra Shepard thought wryly to herself as she walked into the comm room. Tapping the button on the console brought up Admiral Hackett’s hologram, and Megan snapped to attention. “What did you find down on Eden Prime Captain?”Hackett asked. “We found quite a few Prothean artifacts that we’ll pass onto the research teams when we dock at the Citadel, and this one you’re not gonna believe. We actually found a live Prothean on Eden Prime.”Megan replied as Hackett’s eyebrows shot through the roof. “…A living Prothean?”Hackett managed to stutter out after a few seconds.

“That’s correct Admiral. He’s not quite what we expected from a Prothean though…” Yeah, who woulda thought that the last Prothean left was a pompous, arrogant asshole? The redheaded Spectre thought to herself as she recalled how he simply snorted and refused to give up his weapons to the Normandy’s security team, calling everyone he saw a ‘primitive’. He had tried to claim the Captain’s cabin for himself before Lieutenant Commander Miranda Anne Shepard, Megan’s wife and XO, got thoroughly pissed off and quite literally threw him out. He had then retreated into Grunt’s old abode, the port cargo hold, and hadn’t come out since.

“Captain, our scientists barely even know what to do here. We don’t even know what this Catalyst component for the large weapon is. If the Prothean can help us construct the weapons, we need his cooperation. We’re losing colonies faster than we can evacuate. We’ve never seen a force like the Reapers.”Hackett shook his head in resignation. “But he has sir.”Megan replied. “Can he help us?” “I have every intention of finding out, Admiral.” “Good. The Reapers screwed up and handed us a new weapon. Don’t let it go to waste. Hackett out.”The admiral concluded before his hologram faded out. Megan then spun around on her heels and headed for the lift, keen on talking to the grumpy prothean on the Engineering deck.

When she stepped off the lift on Deck 4, Megan saw Sarah Campbell and a young male private standing outside the door, carrying their X8 Avengers. The Vanguard returned their salutes before stepping into the port cargo hold, which was filled with all the prothean artifacts recovered from Eden Prime, and saw Miranda with her S5 Phalanx on her hip holster accompanied by 4 more guards wielding X8s. Liara T’Soni was also there, and she was trying in vain to talk to Javik, who was just sitting on the floor nonchalantly ignoring everyone in the room. “Ma’am, don’t get any closer. It’s just old contact protocol with a new species: assume hostility. We almost forgot about that reg.”A corporal informed Megan as she tried to get closer. “But he’s not from a new species. I’ve spent my life studying Protheans.”Liara protested.

“At ease guys. I don’t think the prothean will be a problem.”Megan nodded to the guards as they slowly stepped back whilst still keeping their weapons ready. “You won’t be a problem, will you?” “That depends on you.”Javik retorted, swiftly bolting to his feet, reaching out and grabbing Megan’s arms as the 4 guards snapped their X8s to their shoulders while Miranda flared up her biotics. Megan then felt herself enter something akin to an asari melding experience that she had experienced before, platonically with Samara, Liara and Shiala, and sexually with Samara once. “I can sense great fear in you. Anxiety and distress. The Reapers are winning. Wait…you have their likeness in your blood.”Javik said as he pushed Megan away.

“Wait, we can explain. She’s not one of the Reapers. An accident about 25 years ago ingrained Captain Shepard’s DNA with Reaper picotech that enhanced her physical and mental faculties. Her mind is completely free of all Reaper influence.”Miranda spoke up as Javik paused to think for a moment. “Hmph. Fair enough, given that I do not sense the malicious taint that indoctrination has.”The prothean replied. “What do you mean by ‘you sense’?”Megan asked. “All life provides clues for those who can read them. It is in your cells, your DNA. Experience is a biological marker.”Javik explained as he paced around the hold slowly.

“Then what exactly the hell did I experience back on Eden Prime? That was a hell of a flashback.”The redhead asked the prothean. “The battle left its own mark on me and I communicated this to you. It can work both ways.” “Like your beacons?”Liara asked excitedly, unable to hold back anymore. “Yes. Which…”Javik trailed off as he grabbed Megan by the shoulders, reading the images that the Prothean beacon had ingrained into Megan’s mind 6 years ago. “You’ve found one of them. You saw it all…our destruction, our warnings-why weren’t they heeded?! Why didn’t you prepare for the Reapers, human?!”Javik yelled in disbelief and rage.

“Hey asshole, firstly, it’s Captain! Secondly, nobody could understand your warnings and the goddamn beacon nearly killed me as it is! And don’t you dare say that I didn’t prepare for the Reapers: I tried my damndest to get everyone to listen but only a few did!”Megan yelled back, her patience snapping at Javik’s insinuation that she did nothing. Miranda tapped Megan on her shoulder, shaking her head as she squeezed lightly, telling her to relax. “Then communication is still primitive in this cycle.”Javik concluded. “We pieced together what we could and used it to stop a Reaper attack 6 years ago.”Miranda countered as Javik whirled around, his 4 eyes wide with surprise. “The extinction was delayed?”He asked in surprise as Megan nodded.

“Now we have your plans for the two weapons, and we’re going to build them.”Liara cut in, setting her terminal down on a crate and bringing up the schematics for both the ion cannon and the other still unknown weapon. “Weapons?”Javik asked. “The weapons your people were working on. I hope you could tell us how to finish them.”The asari Shadow Broker explained as Javik scanned through the schematics. “We never finished this one-it was too late. This one is the schematics for an ion cannon. It was the standard main gun on all Prothean ships.”The prothean replied. “So I take it that you don’t know anything about the Catalyst?”Miranda asked.

“No. I was a soldier, not a scientist. Skilled in one art: killing.” “Then what was your mission?”Liara asked. “Among my people, there were avatars of many traits: Bravery; strength; cunning. A single exemplar for each. I am the embodiment of vengeance. I am the anger of a dead people, demanding blood be spilled for the blood we lost. Only when the last Reaper has been destroyed will my purpose be fulfilled. I have no other reason to exist. Those who share my purpose become allies. Those who do not become casualties.”Javik answered. “Nothing in our fight against the Reapers has been that cut-and-dry.”Megan noted.

“That is because you still have hope that this war will end with your honor intact. Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and ask the ghosts if honor matters.”Javik growled as he turned away from the terminal to face Megan. Nobody was able to reply to that, and Javik just nodded slightly. “The silence is your answer.” Liara picked up a small metal shard with a glowing strip down the middle from a table and examined it. “That is my memory shard.”Javik said. “Could it help us with the device?”The asari asked. “No. It contains only pain. But I will help you fight, and the last thing the Reapers hear before they die will be the last voice of the Protheans sending them to their grave.”Javik growled.

“If you don’t mind, I have a few more questions to ask.”Liara spoke as she stepped up to Javik. “I’ve written over a dozen studies on your species. I’ve published in several journals-” “Amusing. Asari have finally mastered writing.”Javik interrupted Liara as she stopped cold. “I’m sorry?” “Never mind. What do you wish to know?”The prothean grunted as he sat himself on a crate. “We’ve never seen a species with this sensory ability that you have.”Megan started. “It was common among my people, imparting experience through touch. The chemistry of life. Complicated ideas could be absorbed in seconds.” “That sounds very useful.”Liara noted as she furiously tapped away at her datapad, recording everything Javik said.

“We evolved as hunters. Reading a thousand details in our environment ensured our survival.”Javik informed them. “I’m beginning to understand the beacons a bit more.”Miranda remarked as she leaned back against a crate. “Later, we developed technology to harness our ability. Information could be stored in certain objects through touch. Memory has its own biomarker, its own chemistry. As do knowledge and skills-the beacons could remember these things.”Javik continued. “Things like the Reaper invasion.”Megan added on. “Yes, I can still sense the turmoil in you. Witnessing the extinction of our empire. The fabric of your being was forever marked by that day.”

“Yeah. Especially the screams…anyways, can you read something about this room?”The Vanguard asked as Javik simply bent down and touched the ground, holding his hand there for a few seconds before he stood up. “There was…liquid. A form of incubation. The DNA of a…krogan who lived here. He was powerful, prone to violence.”Javik summarized. “I’m impressed. There was a young krogan by the name of Grunt who lived here.”Miranda commented as Javik just nodded at her. “If he were my enemy, I would have given him a wide berth. There is great strength in his genes.” “What was Prothean civilization like? What sort of government did you have? And can you tell me about your religious beliefs? Or perhaps-” Liara began before Javik cut her off abruptly again.

“We are dead now. What does it matter?”The prothean grumbled. “I’m…sorry. Studying your history has been a lifelong passion of mine.”The Shadow Broker apologized. “When I was born, our empire was already at war with the Reapers. The first thing I remember was seeing my planet on fire.” “Then what was your civilization like before the war?”Miranda asked. “We were the dominant race of our cycle. We ruled the galaxy.”Was Javik’s reply. “My studies indicated that your race was the only race engaged in space travel at that time. I always found that curious.”Liara mused. “We were one empire composed of many subjects. All eventually called themselves prothean.” “Well, what if they didn’t want to?”Megan asked as soon as Javik finished explaining.

“They weren’t given a choice.”Javik answered simply. “So your people basically conquered and enslaved other species.”Miranda stated plainly as Javik nodded. “Any could oppose us if they wished. And if they had won, they would have ruled. Many tried, but none succeeded.” “I had no idea the protheans were so…severe.”Liara muttered. “It was by necessity. Very early we encountered the dangers posed by machine intelligence. They rebelled against us.” “We’ve had the same problem too, and they’re called geth.”Megan replied. “We could not allow the machines to surpass us. It was decided the only way to win was to unite all organic life in our empire.””Javik explained.

“Did it work?”Liara asked. “For a time, yes. The ‘Metacon War’. We were turning the tide until the Reapers arrived. Then we understood that machines had surpassed us long ago in ways we could never imagine.”The prothean stated grimly. “According to our scans of the Prothean complex, there were literally hundreds of other stasis pods like yours but in worse shape. What happened?”Miranda asked. “The empire had fallen, and we knew our cycle was lost. We were the final vanguard, the best soldiers left alive.”Javik replied. “So more of your race was supposed to survive into this cycle?”Liara asked.

“Yes. Under my leadership, a new Prothean empire would have arisen. We would have commanded the races of your time to prepare for the next Reaper invasion. But traitors within our ranks-indoctrinated agents-betrayed us, and the Reapers discovered our plan.” “Just for the sake of curiosity, how would you have commanded us?”Megan asked. “By leaving you no other option. You would have joined our army, or faced the Reapers alone.” “We’ve uncovered quite a few Prothean ruins. Were you observing our ancestors?”Miranda asked. “Before the war, we cultivated species that showed potential. Eventually, you would have been offered a chance to join the Empire. But when the Reapers attacked, we ceased all study. We hoped they would see you as too primitive to harvest.”Javik answered.

“Well…thanks a lot, I guess.”Megan shrugged before continuing. “Is there anything more that you can tell us about the ion cannon and the other weapon that your people were trying to build?” “We only heard stories about our scientists constructing a great machine that had the power to defeat the Reapers. The ion cannon was a devastating weapon against Reaper ships, but it could only be mounted on the bigger ships.”Javik replied. “You never saw it?”Miranda asked. “By that point the empire was smashed to pieces. None of us knew what the others were doing.” “Well if we don’t finish it soon, the same will be true of us.”Liara sighed.

“What can you tell us about your own war with the Reapers?”Megan asked. “Many of the details were lost. The conflict lasted for centuries. Those that faced the Reapers in the beginning were long dead when I was born. However, there were memory shards passed down from soldier to soldier. They gave us fragments of what happened.”Javik answered to the best of his vague knowledge. “Several years ago, we found a Prothean VI calling itself Vigil on the planet of Ilos. He was the caretaker of a research project.”Megan began. “During my life, Ilos was only a rumor. It was said we had cities built there, built on the ruins of a civilization before us-the Inusannon. If our scientists did have a research facility, whatever they were doing was secret.”The prothean replied.

“Yes. Vigil said they wiped all traces of themselves from the records so the Reapers couldn’t find them. The scientists eventually went into cryogenic stasis.”Liara confirmed as Javik looked at them with surprise. “More of my people survived?”He muttered. “No, but they did stop the Reapers from taking control of the Citadel in this cycle. It delayed their invasion.”Miranda explained as Javik’s shoulders slumped in disappointment. “I never saw the Citadel. It was captured long before I was born.” “Also, I’m curious as to how your people waged war against the Reapers.”The brunette XO continued. “Attrition. We fought them system by system, planet by planet, and city by city. Entire worlds were sacrificed just to slow the Reapers down. Time they spent harvesting a population was time we could regroup.”Javik replied grimly.

“Well, that cost you guys in the long run, didn’t it?”Megan asked, shaking her head at how brutal the prothean war with the Reapers had been. “Yes. Our own people would be indoctrinated, converted…then turned against us. But there was no choice. Mercy was not a weapon, it was a weakness.”The prothean Avatar stated coldly. “Why did your cycle lose the war?”Liara asked. “What had been our strength-our empire-became a liability. All races conformed to one doctrine, one strategy. The Reapers exploited this. Once they found our weaknesses, we could not adapt. The subservient races became divided and confused. Then, it was only a matter of time.”

“I’m happy to say our cycle is different. Most races cooperate, but they still remain unique. “Liara interjected as Javik looked thoughtful. “Then it may be your only hope.” “Thanks for talking to us. I never dreamt that I would actually get to meet a prothean in person.”Megan concluded as she got off the crate she’d been sitting on. “This has been…amusing to discover that the most primitive of my time now rule the galaxy. The asari, the humans, the turians…”Javik said. “There’s also the salarians.”Miranda corrected him as he looked at her funny. “The lizard people evolved?”He asked in true surprise. “I believe they’re amphibian.”Liara said as Javik just looked at them blankly. “They used to eat flies.”He muttered mostly to himself.

“Captain, you can count on me. Though I still need time to…recover. The…shock has not worn off yet.”Javik finished. “I understand, and take all the time you need. This is probably one hell of an experience, and we’re just glad to have you on our team Javik.”Megan nodded as she, Miranda and Liara turned to go. “Wait Captain. I want a large basin of water in here with me.”Javik requested as Megan nodded, saying “You’ll get it Javik.” Before walking out of the hold with her wife and Liara, they all heard him mutter: “Primitives. I always need to wash my hands around them.”

"I will be in my quarters; collating all the data that Javik has given us. What he just told us...I wasn't expecting the Prothean culture to be like that."Liara muttered as she got into the elevator with Megan and Miranda. "Well neither did I, really."Megan replied as she pressed the button for the shuttle bay. "I'm going to be checking on the weapons and crew if you need me Miranda."The redhead informed her wife as the elevator began its descent to the shuttle bay. "Got it. I'll be on the CIC deck."Miranda replied as the lift doors opened to admit Megan into the shuttle bay deck.

"Hey Lieutenant. How're you doing?"Megan asked as Steve turned from his fine tuning of the thrusters and snapped to attention. "At ease, you don't always need to salute me." "Yes ma'am. What can I do for you today?"Steve replied as he relaxed his posture. "I'm just getting to know you better Cortez. Call me Shepard please. No idea why everyone calls me 'ma'am' around here. Makes me feel old."Megan smiled as Cortez chuckled, relaxing as he turned back to his work. "Got it Shepard. Whaddya want to know about me?"The shuttle pilot asked.

"So what do you do here besides pilot the shuttle?" "Well, I also manage the supply chain for the Normandy. I'm a procurement specialist, but my piloting skills made me more valuable in command of a flight deck as to its supply chain. Command was actually grooming me for CAG before they reassigned me to work on the Normandy retrofits."Steve replied. "I see. So you're basically a requisitions officer slash damn good shuttle pilot."Megan smiled, complimenting him as he chuckled at the compliment.

"Yep. I can also get anything you need from several retailers on the Citadel, but there'll be some markup. Oh right, I forgot to setup the purchase terminal for the Citadel. I'll get right on it Shepard."The pilot lightly smacked his head in self-disdain. "No rush Steve. That can be done later. Tell me more about yourself. How'd you meet Big McHugeLarge over there?"The Spectre joked, jerking her head in Vega's direction as Steve burst into laughter at Megan's choice of nickname for Vega. "Big McHugeLarge ma'am? Where'd that one come from?"He laughed.

"Well, since Mr. Vega likes assigning nicknames to everyone, I figured I could give him one myself. I'm still thinking up of more."The redhead laughed. "Well, I met Mr. Vega when we were both stationed at Ferris Fields. We've been assigned on a couple more missions together since then, and we're buddies now."Steve replied. "Wait, Ferris Fields? I remember one of my crew who had family there mentioning that it was hit by the Collectors." "Yeah. They took my husband too."Steve sighed at the painful memory. "Oh. I'm sorry. If you want to change the subject..."Megan offered as Steve just shook his head.

"It's alright Shepard. Anyways, I was on the other side of the colony investigating some strange activity with Vega and his squad when the Collectors hit the colony."Steve recounted. "I'm so sorry. Did you have any other family?"Megan quickly diverted the subject. "No. I was an only child and my parents passed away a long time ago. But I was introvert, so I took it ok." "I see. Well, since you were working on retrofitting the Normandy, what other changes were made besides changing half the CIC deck?"The redhead asked, mentally kicking herself for forcing Cortez to reveal his sad, lonely past.

"Well, as you can see down here, I moved the armory down from CIC to the shuttle bay. I have no idea what the hell the Cerberus engineers who designed this ship were thinking. You had to grab your guns and armor from deck 2 before heading down 3 decks to board a shuttle. Now, it's much faster. Grab your armor and weapons before hopping in the shuttle. Easy peasy, and much quicker too."Cortez explained. "Yeah, it is much more efficient this way. Just like the old Normandy."Megan nodded in agreement as Cortez smiled. "Welcome back to the Alliance ma'am."

"Thanks. Do you maintain the armory as well?"She asked. "Yup. I share that duty with the illustrious Mr. Vega, although I believe the only weapon he bothers to maintain is himself!"Cortez yelled the last part to make sure that Vega could hear from halfway across the shuttle bay. "You know you love the show, Esteban!"James guffawed back as he did pull ups on a metal beam above his workstation while Cerberus Operative Nicole Reid was maintaining her SMG and trying but failing to keep her eyes off Vega's sweaty, muscled form beneath his sweat soaked T-shirt. In fact, she was flat out ogling, but James was oblivious to that.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd just call him a douche."Megan laughed at the beefy lieutenant's antics. "Yeah, I too thought he was just another roided out jarhead when I first met him. But he's alright. Just don't tell him that, otherwise his ego's just going to blow up in his face."Steve whispered with a smile. "Say, what happened to the M44 Hammerhead?"Megan asked. "Well, Alliance brass decided that while it's mobility was exceptional, the armor was worse than wet tissue paper. But when we stuck on reactive armor panels on the thing, it could barely even lift off because the eezo core wasn't powerful enough."Steve replied.

"And let me guess, they sent it to the R&D labs to improve it."The redhead guessed as the pilot nodded. "Yep. Problem is, the R&D labs were only halfway through trials when the Reapers hit. They're probably just a pile of rubble now."Steve sighed. "Along with the Hammerhead. Dammit, the Hammerhead was the only ground vehicle I ever liked. The Mako handled like a bread truck in a swamp full of molasses."Megan cursed as Steve chuckled. "Hey Lola, the Mako is obviously superior to the Hammerhead in all aspects! Damn Hammerhead has armor worse than wet tissue paper like Esteban said and no survivability at all."James yelled out from his station.

"Are you kidding me? The Mako handles like a drunk rhino! Stupidly aligned vertical mass effect fields, no jump control, and only a stick shift for steering."Steve shot back. "More like a bull that can climb for days! Besides, the thing can take hits."James countered. "If that's the case you might as well stick with the M29 Grizzly." "Hey, I love that tank." "You'd be one to love grizzly bears Mr. Vega."Steve snorted as Megan almost burst into laughter at Cortez's gay innuendo. "Heh...what? What's so funny?"The muscle-bound marine asked, truly clueless as Nicole laughed along with Megan.

Meanwhile, Miranda sat Oriana down in the Captain's Cabin for a good, long talk. "Yeah sis? What do you wanna talk about?"Oriana asked in her lilting Southern accent acquired from her foster parents. "So, tell me, why on Earth did you join the Alliance as a frontline combatant when all these years, I've been jumping through every hoop to keep you out of danger!"Miranda asked hotly. "Randa, I'm not a kid anymore! Besides, why does my sister risk her life out there every day while I sit back and live a soft, sheltered life? I want to defend myself and my loved ones too!"The younger Lawson retorted.

"That's because I don't want you to live the life I'm living Ori! I don't want you living your life praying that you don't get killed today and that you'll live till tomorrow! I want you to have a safe, normal life that I could never have! I want you to have love and a family!"Miranda yelled before she calmed herself down. "I'm sorry Ori, I shouldn't-" "You want? Well, have you ever thought about the fact that maybe I don't want a normal life? Maybe, just maybe, after I learned of your existence, I decided that the best way to help the colonists was to defend them?"Oriana began in a soft tone that was laced with steel and stubbornness.

"What I want is to help people to the best of my capabilities. And since I'm a biotic, what better way to help people than to defend them from threats? I always wanted to make a difference and to help people in any way possible. Did you ever consider that?"The young Lieutenant asked, her voice becoming increasingly louder towards the end. "I'm sorry Ori...all these years I just kept giving you what I never had...what I thought you would've wanted. I never stopped to think about what you want."Miranda sighed loudly as Oriana's expression softened. "Hey Randa, I understand you only wanted the best for me and to keep me safe. I'm sorry for my outburst too."The younger Lawson twin apologized as the 2 sisters hugged.

"So, what really inspired you to join the Alliance? Was it Danner who talked you into enlisting?"Miranda asked when they broke the embrace. "Nope. After we talked on Illium, I paid an info broker to find out more about the mission you were on with sis-in-law. She was surprisingly well informed about the mission, and she told me that you were taking down the Collectors, who were abducting entire human colonies. Then it wasn't that hard to put two and two together, and I realized that the 'increased pirate and slaver raids on colonies' hitting Alliance news headlines were actually Collector abductions."Oriana explained as Miranda put up a hand to slow down her younger twin.

"Wait, was that broker you hired Liara T'Soni?"The older brunette asked. "Yeah, why?"Oriana asked back. "She's the one who's aboard our ship now. T'Soni also recovered Megan's body all those years ago, and she was a former crewmember of Megan's in 2183."Miranda explained. “No wonder she knew so much about Megan’s mission. She must’ve told her a lot.”The younger Sentinel surmised. “Anyways, you were telling me about why you joined the Alliance.” “Oh yeah. So anyways, I reconsidered my career choice after I found out that you and sis-in-law were stopping the Collectors to stop the colonies. While managing the supply chains for the colonies is vitally important to ensure the success of new colonies, I realized that defending it is much more important.”

“Besides, attacks on colonies were gradually increasing even without the Collectors, so there was only one logical thing left to do. So I signed up. Dad refused for a few weeks, but he finally relented after I signed up and vid-called him during Basic. Mom was supportive all the way, but a little apprehensive. You…well, I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d react the way you did. I’m sorry, but I didn’t want you to worry about me.”Oriana concluded. “Ori, I will always worry about you no matter what you do. But I’m so proud of you that you want to use your abilities to help people instead of using it for your own ends.”Miranda beamed at her sister, proud that the wailing baby she had once cradled in her arms had grown into a beautiful, strong-willed and highly intelligent woman.

“Well, you might want to thank my foster parents. Speaking of which, where are they?”Oriana asked with concern. “They’re still living on Bekenstein, which is safe because the Serpent Nebula is notoriously hard to navigate and the Reapers haven’t really bothered with the planet yet.”Miranda replied as Oriana leaned back into the couch. “Well, that’s a relief. You still keep in touch with them?”Oriana asked. “No, but I still do keep track of them to make sure that they’re doing fine. Do you keep in touch with them?”The older brunette asked in return. “Yeah I still do. But I haven’t talked to them since a couple of weeks before the Reapers showed up.”

“So… why’d you resign from Cerberus?”Oriana asked. “The Illusive Man, my boss, wanted me to preserve the Collector Base despite the fact that they were constructing a Reaper that was made out of the liquefied remains of the abducted colonists there. I couldn’t do it, especially when it meant that I would have to kill Megan in order to preserve that evil place. Also, I kept picturing that you were one of those abducted colonists because you said that you wanted to go into colony development…and I just couldn’t spare that place. I also realized just how far the Illusive Man was willing to go to put humanity first…so I essentially resigned from Cerberus.”Miranda explained.

“Well…glad to know that I’m one of the reasons that you destroyed that place. Just your description alone is enough to give me the chills.”Oriana shuddered as Miranda sipped her glass of water. They sat in companionable silence until a cheeky grin crept onto Oriana’s face. “So…Randa…”She began sweetly. “Yes, Ori?” “When you were in custody with Megan, what kind of sex did you two have? Hushed quickies or loud, long sessions to give the guards a hard-on?”The younger Lawson twin asked cheekily as Miranda rolled her eyes and sighed deeply. “Oriana Janine Lawson…that question is completely inappropriate…”

Final notes: I originally intended for this chapter to be much longer, but Real Life has intervened and forced me to break it into two parts. I’m sorry if this chapter is a little short but fret not, the chapter with Big McHugeLarge and more crew will be up. As always, review kindly and have nice day.
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