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Chapter Six
Disclaimer: Mass Effect belongs to Bioware and EA Games. This is a work of fanfiction, and I make no money from this fan work at all.
Warnings: adult language, sexual situations, slash, dub/non-con, threesomes, gender bending and mpreg. If I have missed something, please inform me and I will add it.
Characters/pairings: Colonist/War Hero paragade ManShep/Kaidan, ManShep/Garrus and a little ManShep/Zaeed.
Summary: Mindoir's strategy for survival was one that was not well-known to the greater galactic community. Derek Shepard carried this legacy with him, dormant, through the Skyllian Blitz and through the battle with Sovereign. However, after his death at the hands of the Collectors and revival due to the machinations of Cerberus, he must cope with his body no longer being his own.
~*~*~*~*~
Horizon looked normal. No deep, dark secrets like Mindoir. Not an established paradise, like Eden Prime. Established seventeen years before, the population was only now getting large enough that they were leaving the boxy pre-fab communities to live out on distant farmsteads out in the fields. Meaning there was a major population center to attack.
There weren't any bodies yet. Shepard was happy that there wasn't bodies yet. He recognized the format the buildings were organized in; pretty typical for a newer colony. The only thing that stood out were the GARDIAN towers. Normally, they were only used on the hulls of dreadnaughts. He had never seen them on a colony before. He imagined that they would be too expensive for a Terminus System colony to afford, under most circumstances.
That meant... He frowned. It meant that someone had given a random colony- one with a relatively small population, he noted- a big, fat target to hit. It meant that they had been given a big fat target, a possible way to deflect attacks and one of his former crewmates as bait. Shepard thought he could smell a proverbial rat. Or rather, an entire pack of them.
He had spoken to Anderson, knew that Kaidan was on a top secret mission with a communications blackout. Shepard also knew that the Illusive Man had to have people in on it, otherwise they wouldn't have found out about this Collector raid so soon. Yet he refused to believe that Anderson and the Illusive Man had actively collaborated.
No, this was too much of a perfect storm of politicians playing with people's lives.
He suppressed his rage, tossed it into a different box like he did everything else. The tactician in him, the part that warred with his compassion, said that this would be better in the long run. They needed to find out about the Collectors and what they were doing with the colonists. This set up might allow them that chance with the smallest amount of casualties. Because, like it or not, there would be casualties. Better to control the outcome than to risk all for nothing.
Yet the thought of putting innocent civilians in harm's way like this tasted like ashes on in his mouth. Shepard understood, but having to explain to someone why he or she was the sacrificial lamb? He could sacrifice himself, his soldiers, but civilians..?
Initial reports told them where the Collector ship was, that it had landed nearby, in a field to the east of the main population center. Their plan was to hit the outskirts and work their way to the ship, getting as much intel as possible. If they could drive off the Collectors and protect the colony, all the better.
The unending buzz of the seeker swarms as they billowed through the air in loose clouds had all of his team on edge. Right then, that team consisted of Miranda, Jacob, Garrus, Kasumi, Grunt, Zaeed and Jack. Mordin they left on the ship, just in case they needed analysis. Shepard had seen his old movies, he wasn't going to split his team up more than twice. To that end, he took Miranda, Garrus and Zaeed with him, and told Grunt, Jack, Kasumi and Jacob to cover the other side of the colony. Re-con only, he told them. No heroics.
He heard Kasumi snicker at that. Shepard snorted back.
Mordin said he looked forward to seeing if they survived. It got a weak laugh from Kasumi, who was shifting from foot to foot. Shepard gave her a quick pat on the arm before the two teams broke up. "Keep in radio contact as much as possible," he ordered, placing Jacob in command of the second team. "Watch each other's backs. With any luck they'll leave you alone and come right after me."
"And here I volunteered to be on your squad," Garrus muttered. His eyes were smiling, however. "Don't worry, Commander. We have your six."
Shepard found a genuine smile gracing his lips at that, nodded, signaling for Zaeed to scout ahead while Garrus and Miranda hung back. Shepard hefted his Kassa Locust, frowning as he followed Zaeed.
His feelings were mixed as he watched the other man. There was no doubting his skills. Yet Shepard also worried about having him under someone else's command. The man told too many stories about how he was the sole survivor, leaving Shepard worried about his ability to work on a team. Better to keep him under Shepard's eye, despite his distaste for the merc.
Besides, Garrus was with him. Shepard felt like he could take on the entire galaxy right then.
"Where is everyone?" the old merc said, voice low as he eased around a corner.
"Same pattern as the other colonies: they're being loaded on board the Collector ship," Shepard answered, a moment before the loud buzz of the seeker swarms was drowned out by a deeper, angrier hiss. Shepard's head jerked up, eyes widening as humanoid insects- Collectors- dropped out of the sky. Then there was little time for navel-gazing; this group of monsters meant business.
~*~*~*~*~
They found the remaining colonists.
Like some macabre pause button, they were frozen in positions of flight. Stumbling down stairs, parents picking up children to flee, lovers with hands clutched together, all helpless within golden energy fields. They had been frozen so fast that some had not even known to run. He could see a man locked before a window, brushing back a curtain. A young girl was reaching out towards a dropped purple dinosaur doll.
Shepard knelt before her. "Miranda," he started. His mind flashed to remembered screams, masked four-eyed faces. His mother's body smeared across the barn wall. His dad screaming for him to take his little brothers and run. His little sister grabbing a pistol to cover his escape. He found that box of memories and slammed it shut. "Any ideas on what's wrong with them?"
The girl's eyes met his.
"Some kind of stasis field," the Cerberus officer replied, after tapping her omni-tool. "They're alive. This confirms our suspicions of why we never found any bodies."
Shepard gently petted the girl's hair. "Let's try to keep it that way." He met her eyes. "We'll try to help you," he murmured. "Have faith."
He could feel his squad's eyes on his back as he squared his shoulders. "Let's go."
They finished their looting and their search for answers, fighting another batch of Collectors, trying to avoid hitting civilians. The stasis field might have been able to protect them. Shepard didn't want to take that risk.
They came to another cleared square, boxed in by prefabs. Shepard frowned. He hadn't heard from team two in some time and this area was denuded of colonists. Yet he could hear a loud buzz from Collector wings as they walked into the open zone. He scanned the clearing before finding them on the far side. Five of them, radiating out from a large, sealed garage door. He directed his team to cover, and was about to tap his communicator for an update from his second team when the Collectors noticed them.
"I WILL DIRECT THIS PERSONALLY."
Across the field a single Collector doubled over, clutching itself, its skin cracking like magma was burning the flesh from within. Shepard slid into cover, gesturing for Garrus and Zaeed to focus on the glowing monster with their sniper rifles while Miranda whittled down its biotic defenses. For Shepard, he flung his hand out to reave it.
While it reduced the monster's defenses, it also gave away Shepard's position. He could feel those four glowing eyes fix on him, sending its own biotic attack that slapped him from cover. He tumbled back, flailing, as dark energy danced over the skin of his armor, not quite penetrating.
Garrus nailed the monster in the head. Shepard nodded to him, before locking on to another Collector drone, switching to shotgun and charging.
He collided with the Collector, shooting it in the face, barely noticing the recoil as he whipped around to rush another.
"ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL."
On the far side of the field, Shepard saw another Collector double over then rise into the air. Shepard charged. His first shot blistered its defenses.
"I KNOW YOU FEEL THIS," it intoned, throwing another energy ball at Shepard. This time he screamed, falling to his knees in pain as his flesh felt to be rippled apart. He would have sworn that the monster smiled. "THIS HURTS YOU, SHEPARD."
Shepard snarled, before he grabbed its head and pulled, drawing out life and strength from the monster to heal himself. It crumbled to ashes with a murmur of this body is nothing. It didn't stop the hot lances of pain writhing through his gut, but he was able to dodge into cover once again.
That left one, and his squad was more than capable of mopping up. Not that he was in any shape to help, as he doubled over and wretched.
"Shepard!" It was Garrus, heading over. "What the hell? What are you doing getting yourself blasted like that?" He offered Shepard a hand, and Shepard took it. "What happened?"
Shepard wiped his lips, spat, and wiped them again before checking his armor for damage. He was relieved to see no gaping wounds, or shards of metal. In fact, his armor looked no worse for wear. There were some scuffs, but no punctures. "Hit me with some kind of biotic attack," he answered. The pain started fading, but the soreness it left drained him. He swallowed it down; he had no desire for either Miranda or Zaeed to see his moment of weakness.
Miranda was frowning, and Zaeed didn't seem to care. "I'll be fine," Shepard reassured Garrus. He looked over at the large garage the Collectors had been trying to hack. He tapped his earpiece and sighed. While he had known about the interference from the seeker swarms to the Normandy, he had not known they would cut off contact with the other team.
Only thing left to do was to follow the plan and hoped they met up in the middle.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Shepard had been working on his fourth revision of his first encounter with a thresher maw (because he couldn't include 'almost shit his pants') when it happened.
"Care to explain this to me?" Kaidan asked, voice flat, as he barged into Shepard's quarters. The sentinel slapped his datapad down on Shepard's desk. Then he stepped away, falling into parade rest and keeping his face stony as he waited for a reaction. He didn't have to wait long as Shepard picked up the pad, glanced over it. He saw Shepard go pale, then flush, before turning to throw the pad back at him.
"What am I supposed to be looking at here?" Shepard snapped. "I'm familiar with my own medical history. I don't see anything to warrant you barging in here and being borderline insubordinate."
This time it was Kaidan's turn to flush, before jabbing his finger at the datapad.
"It says my name, my birth date, my Alliance Military ID, my gender and my biological sex," Shepard said, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "It then summarizes my medical history, like most medical files should. Do you have a problem with that? I thought this was the twenty-second century?"
"What?" Now Kaidan was flabbergasted. "No! That's not what I'm here about!" he sputtered, shaking his head and dropping the datapad. The datapad that listed Shepard as male gendered and intersexed, biologically. "Your medical history doesn't start until after Mindoir was razed, and your entire genetic profile is redacted. I'm the field medic. I don't need to be an expert in xenobiology, just the team." He exhaled, clenching his fists. "That includes you."
Shepard's eyebrows went up. "Yes?"
"Mindoir was colonized before the Sudham-Wolcott Genetic Heritage Act was passed, wasn't it?"
Shepard stood up. "Most people born in the colonies receive some kind of genetic modifications." His throat was dry. "Some were more extreme than others. What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing, sir, beyond that it just seems really strange to me that you're classified as intersex, when most parents have their kids tested for genetic abnormalities, and given genetic therapy, before birth. You were born before the SWGHA was passed anyways, so there were no legal protections in place to keep parents from doing any drastic genetic changes they wanted." Kaidan looked to be very, very uncomfortable. "It just seems really strange that even the genetic therapy you received during basic is classified." Kaidan took a deep breath. "And it seems very, very strange to me that your information is so well classified that your public profile says something completely different about your health and history."
Shepard twitched. "And why is this germane to our mission?"
"I-" Kaidan slumped. "I like a mystery." Then he straightened. "And I also disliked being lied to."
"I wasn't aware that I had lied to you," Shepard answered, tilting his head, shoulders still tense. "At least, to your face. I can't tell you what the Alliance has and has not kept classified." He grimaced. "And there is no reason for my medical history to be a factor in our mission, beyond a trip to an Alliance hospital in a few months." Kaidan's head whipped up that, but Shepard lifted his hands. "Doctor Chawkwas is aware of my situation, and handles any treatments we can do on-ship." Kaidan's jaw dropped.
"I understand, sir," Kaidan said, terse and unhappy. "Just... tell me if I'm warm or not. The reason your file is so highly classified is because they don't want to find out that Mindoir was some kind of experiment."
Shepard went pale, but he didn't answer one way or another. He couldn't.
"All right, you can't say," Kaidan said, frowning. Then his expression softened. "But I noticed that the first thing you assumed when I brought in your file was that I had an issue with your sex. You don't talk about it, but it's not our business anyways. Just... just letting you know, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. All right?"
Shepard licked his lips, looking away. "Dismissed."
"Aye, sir."

~*~*~*~*~*~
The damage was building up, and the pain returned.
Shepard's secondary team had still not arrived, but they had managed to get to the GARDIAN laser's main control hub after locking Delan in his garage. They had fought through a wave of new monsters (scion was the best he could manage) and legions of husks. EDI had informed them that it would take time for her to bring the lasers online, and to assume a defensive posture.
Still no word from the secondary team, and no time to worry about them. They were rushed by husks, Collectors...
"ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL."
The body-snatcher- "WE ARE HARBINGER."
Okay, Harbinger, was back. Shepard got his squad to cover before charging the fiend, punching it in the face and then shooting it between the eyes. It retaliated with another energy ball.
Shepard had been hit with biotic attacks before, including the shockwave the scions sent out. This- he felt like it was trying to shred his insides. Felt like something was ripping, being torn free, and he had to roll into cover before popping out and finishing Harbinger off with a shotgun. There was a soft hiss in the wind of this hurts you as it turned to ash before he staggered back to cover.
He could feel hot dampness between his legs. If he was bleeding internally, he didn't know if medi-gel would work, but he gave himself an extra dose to kill the pain of whatever Harbinger had done to him. Wouldn't last more than a ten, twenty minutes, but if the battle wasn't won by then they were screwed anyways.
They finished off that wave of attackers, with Shepard wrestling with Harbinger one more time. EDI announced that she had control.
Then the Collectors sent out something new.
"Ah, more fresh hell," Shepard muttered, hoping the numbness from his waist down lasted. He picked up what clips he could, gesturing for Zaeed and Garrus to the far side of square and behind a rail so they could snipe. He ran the opposite way as the monstrous crab-shaped-husk-thing descended. He blinked, a sick feeling creeping up from his belly. This thing was made of dozens of husks. Shit.
Running, he hefted the Collector particle beam and grabbed Miranda to follow. Together, they both threw their biotic attacks at it to take down its barriers. In the background he could hear the two gunmen hitting it with the assault rifles to whittle down both barriers and armor.
Shepard took the opposite side from Zaeed and Garrus- if the Collectors and husks had taught him anything, he had a giant 'attack me first' sign on his ass- and took aim with the particle beam. Between himself and Miranda, they were able to keep the thing at a distance and dance around cover until the new monster fell.
It, like Harbinger, dissolved to ash as it ceased functioning. He smelled ozone, smoke, and heard the hum of turbines as the GARDIAN lasers came to full power and started firing at the Collector's ship. His squad braced themselves as the Collector's ship took off, leaving them alone with the soft hum of a few remaining seekers.
Shepard frowned, tapping his communicator to see if he could get a status update from the second team. No go. His legs wobbled when he climbed up to use the colony's communication array...
"NO!" Someone howled, and Shepard whirled around as he saw Delan come out of hiding. "Do something! Stop them! They got half the colony!" he wailed, raging at the sky, before whirling and chanting names of people Shepard didn't know.
He grabbed Shepard. "Why didn't you stop them?"
"I did everything I could," Shepard answered, putting his hands on top of Delan's. He was starting to feel cold, despite the medi-gel induced numbness. "I understand your anger, but there was nothing else we could do." He gently pried Delan off, noticing that his squad had followed behind. Shepard's hands were trembling. "I'm sorry."
"Screw you!" Delan snapped. He looked about to cry.
"You should be thankful any of you are left," Garrus snapped. He walked up behind the Commander. "If it wasn't for Shepard, all of you would be on board that ship." The turian walked closer Shepard, putting a hand on his elbow. He dropped his voice. "And you look like shit."
"Shepard?" Delan turned around to look at him. "I know that name."
"Commander Shepard."
Derek's head jerked up, his heart stopped, and his mouth went dry as he heard that voice. A voice he had not allowed himself to hope to hear.
"The captain of the Normandy," Kaidan Alenko said, walking through the doors to the square. "The first human Spectre." He paused, eyes flitting over Derek's face, drinking the sight in. "Savior of the Citadel." He grinned at Delan, who was looking at Kaidan like he wanted to spit. "You're in the presence of a legend, Delan." He shifted his gaze back to Shepard. "And a ghost."
Delan rolled his eyes, all but hopping in anger and frustration. "All the good people we lost and you get left behind. Screw this, I'm done with you Alliance types." No one noticed when he left.
"Miranda, Zaeed," Shepard called, not looking at the two people he called for. His voice sounded tinny to his ears. "Go look for team two. Communications should be back up if you need help."
"Commander, I really don't think-" Miranda protested, before Garrus caught her eye and cleared his throat. He more heard than saw her exasperation, but that didn't matter. Kaidan was here, in front of him, alive. Derek didn't know which one of them moved first, but Kaidan's hands were on his hips and Shepard had threaded his fingers through the other man's thick hair and it was almost like their time apart had been no time at all. Mouths, teeth, tongues tangled together, so familiar and sweet that his heart ached.
"Right," he heard Miranda say. "We'll see how team two is doing. Leaving now."
It was hard to do an intimate embrace in full armor, as both of them were. But it was enough.
"I thought you were dead, Shepard," Kaidan whispered when the kiss broke, together, cheek to cheek. "We all did." Shepard kept a grip on Kaidan's shoulders, not willing to let him go just yet. The numbness was wearing off.
He blamed pain and exhaustion on his next words. "Been a long time, Kaidan." He kept his eyes closed, not able to pull away. "How have you been?"
"That's it?" Kaidan, apparently, was more than willing to pull away. "That's all you have to say? You show up after two years and that's all you have to say? Like nothing happened?" Kaidan's voice broke, but Shepard couldn't hear him. It sounded like his voice was coming from deep under water. "I thought we had something, something real-"
Shepard's knees gave out, armor sensors whining in warning as he dropped back into the dull brown weeds. The last thing he heard was Garrus and Kaidan yelling his name.

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