Commander Shepard, Alliance Navy CH. 5: UNC
"I'm not special. I'm just a regular grunt who got lucky. I don't know tech or biotics. I don't know how to hack a mech or levitate an object. I know guns. And women. Human or otherwise."
Shorts from the life of John Shepard.
John learns the imprtance of doing favors for people.
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Commander John Shepard kneeled down in the dirt, scanning the object embedded into the soil with his omnitool. Behind him, looking bored as hell, was Urdnot Wrex. The krogan battlemaster leaned against the mako, occasionally glancing over at Shepard, wondering when he would finish so they could leave the wretched planet.
Liara had gone off on her own. On the way down, Shepard had picked up some prothean readings. Apparently, there were prothean ruins on the planet as well, and in close proximity to John's original target. Liara was more than happy to go check it out.
The air was humid. Sweat accumulated on John's skin, making his skin stick to his armor. The feeling was unpleasant. Some sweat dripped off his face, evaporating as soon as it hit the ground.
After what seemed like an eternity, his onnitool beeped. The artifact had been successfully recovered. A few more button presses and the object hissed, opening for the commander. John peaked inside, catching a glimpse of his find.
It was a turian colony insignia.
And one of the matriarch writings.
"Fucking hell!" John cursed as he stood up, angrily kicking a lump of dirt into the air.
Wrex snorted, amused by his commander's burst of rage.
"Well what did you expect to find, Shepard? The krogan grunted, "Did you think to find some long lost alien poon?"
John shot Wrex a withering glare. Wrex was a friend, sure, but sometimes he needed to know when to shut his damn mouth. Snout. Whatever.
The alliance marine turned back to his discovery, reluctantly downloading the insignia and the writings to his omnitool. A few seconds later, and both were downloaded. John emailed them to their respective groups, a turian contact and the committee of matriarchs.
"Why the hell am I doing this?" John asked to no one in particular. Wrex looked up, one brow raised.
"I mean, this served no purpose whatsoever! It didn't help me defeat Saren, no one needed to get shot, and no innocents were in immediate danger!"
Liara came staggering over to Wrex, carrying a crate of prothean trinkets, obviously taken from the ruins.
"What's wrong with Shepard?" She whispered to Wrex.
"He's ranting again." The krogan replied.
Liara winced, slowly retreating into the mako, where it was quiet.
"...and the same goes for those matriarch writings and those stupid fucking League of One medallions! Why do _ I _ need to go find these things? Why not someone else? I'm sure there are other turian, asari, or salarian spectres who would be _ more _ than happy to do this shit! I didn't go through N7 training to go on some damned fetch quest! So, I ask again, why the fuck am I even doing this?"
Wrex shrugged, staying silent, clearing not giving a shit.
John glared at him, opening his mouth to start yelling again. Suddenly, his omnitool beeped.
He had gotten new messages. Curious, John checked his inbox. One was from his turian contact. The other was from the committee of matriarchs back on Thessia. They had gotten the colony insiginia and matriarch writings.
John's bank account told him he was now a million credits richer. And the matriarchs wanted to thank him personally. After several encounters with many different asari, John knew what that really meant.
John looked up at Wrex, a broad smile on his face.
"Oh yeah. _ That's _ why."
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