#Nate Shepard

[striderincosmos]

This is Commander Nathaniel Shepard, main character of my fic Spectre Echoes: Memories and Portents, as done by @eluvisen! Survivor of Mindoir, Hero of Elysium, and the long-suffering soul that has to deal with Saren now (and whatever's in his head...)

Feel free to ask questions about him! I'd love to answer them (to the best of my ability and with spoilers in mind, of course)

[doortotomorrow]

nate shepard / jack - reunited, and it feels so good

[love-studying58]

SURPRISE!!!!!!

A sneak peek into my fictional series ~ Defenders of the Sky

This snippet is told from Major John Egan’s point of view. This is not the first chapter.

Word Count: n/a for this post.

Author’s Note: All ideas are my own. I will be adding a consistent playlist of songs before each chapter for nearly all the characters I write about. Each chapter will consist of different point of views; multiple perspectives will be present depending on plot events.

Warnings: There will be future mentions of war, extreme slow burn, swearing, death, mentions of POW and concentration camps, nazi guards, historical inaccuracy/timeline inaccuracy, mentions of abuse, PTSD, a soldier’s mental anguish, killing, man/woman relationships, hurt/comfort, pov first person, language, mutual pining, gore, angst, alcohol, smoking, military terminology, sexual tension, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, death, violence, debilitating mental thoughts, eventual smut.

Thank you for all your requests. I am making an effort to write everyday, so patience on your part is greatly appreciated. I do not want to promise an eventual deadline for completion, but will keep you guys updated.

I do not own HBO, Band of Brothers, The Pacific, or Masters of the Air, nor do I own any of the characters. I mean no disrespect toward any of the actors on this show.

Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for upcoming posts. 🏷

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A rough voice accompanied by a tap on my shoulder rouses me. I groan inwardly, squinting beneath the unremitting beam of light. My whole body is tight from lack of sleep.

“Come on, Major. Breakfast is at four-thirty. Briefing at five-fifteen.” Of course, another mission. I hate the unexpected.

A momentary frisson of annoyance runs through me as I roll onto my back, “I’m up,” I mutter, dismissing the officer until he departs and the harsh, inciped, white light weakens.

I casually position my left bicep under the pillow and close my eyes again, but I know its imperative I get to the briefing as soon as I can.

My head feels thick because of drink, still. The enticement of dancing among young women and the ability to have as many drinks as I preferred felt to congenial. 

Thoughts of two nights prior flood my senses; my dance with Susan.

I liked her, particularly because of her attractive features; her dark mid-length hair and fanned out eyelashes. Her amber-flecked eyes were ones I could drown in. 

Are you sure you like her, just for that matter? The thought is morose. Have you ever liked a woman for more than her features? Was I ever honest, though?

The sobering truth is inconsequential; I’d rather find a distraction and swallow back a few drinks in order to keep my mind halted for a few hours. It’s because of this war. This war. Maybe it could be temporary. War is normal now, Egan, I surmised.

I notice a few of the other men are also awake; the rustling of cotton sheets and disgruntled murmurs are familiar to me now. Our mission won’t end unless our own plane gets blown apart or we land behind German lines; the frailty or mere occurrence of either happening, few cared to discuss.

Watch it, Bucky, Buck Cleven’s voice echoed in my head. He had been staring slightly at me with his usual, calculated, appreciation that night. It’s one dance; not a lifetime. I was too drunk at the time to apprehend what he meant; if it nuanced at teasing, I couldn’t decipher it. Buck’s personality very seldom suggested humour. She might not fancy you. Not even a wry joke.

My senses felt too relaxed and obstructed by the faint stupor of the alcohol. I had responded to him anyways, telling myself I could dance with her if I wanted to, Ah, come on Buck, for once, leave the dancing to me tonight. You’re too involved with Marge to have any fun.

Cleven had watched me, indignant, grinning with easy noncompliance.

I smirk. Good old Buck. Trying to deter my persistence; the only man I know who has a picture of his girl, Marjorie, in his left breast-pocket. Keeps her photo on the dash of his B-17. The only man who decides to dance with Meatball when he could be waltzing with some American Red Cross woman.

Cleven was like that; polished, a man of integrity, one who kept his word. A reliable friend. A friend more than a mere acquaintance.

[x3no9]

N7 Month Day 12-Knife

Tricky choice as usual! I chose my AU Cyberbunk/ ME crossover fic "Outlaws" because a knife comes up a few times.

It is long-winded and features some ridiculous things. I didn't hold back to be honest. Cyborgs, vampires, time travel, and more.

MATURE READERS ONLY

[cfthesoul]

tag drop part 9

[jmkitsune]

Getting the Justicar Companion on Mass Effect 2 and the Finale of Uncharted 2 is up today!

The playlists to watch them from the first episode are here

Mass Effect 2

Uncharted 2 Among Thieves

There are uploads daily on my youtube @ noon EST Sun-Sat, and (more or less) mon-fri streams on my twitch channel @ ~6/7 PM EST (except when we do DND on wednesdays that starts ~9 pm EST

Social Media Links- https://beacons.ai/jmkitsune/

[freshxsturniolo]

GILMORE GIRLS, MARY-LOU & COOKIES - matt sturniolo x fem!reader

hi babies, i just know matt and his little fall heart would love a chilled cosy evening with his gf watching their favourite shows and you all loved my chris fic with jimmy and mary lou so i hope you all enjoy this xxx

you let out a sigh as you lay your head against the back of the couch, a sense of relief finally washing over you.

it had been an awful day of travelling, the airport so jam packed at LAX with people heading out of the state, delays on almost every flight but yours, however it only caused a knock on effect of bad moods across the airport. your uber had not arrived to take you and the triplets to their home in boston and jimmy had had no choice but to come and collect you all, which only added to the awful mood as the triplets had felt beyond guilty, knowing their dad was busy already that day.

so when you'd finally said hello to everyone, had a bowl of homemade shepards pie that mary-lou had had sat waiting for you all, showered and got into fresh clothes, you could finally relax.

"are you okay, babe?" matt, your ever loving boyfriend said as he appeared around the corner, watching you as you closed your eyes for just a moment.

"hmm" you mumbled, not having the energy to speak and look up at him. you heard him chuckle slightly, and you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep when his weight dropped down at the side of you.

"you can go to bed for a couple of hours if you need to" he said into your ear, before dropping a soft kiss to your cheek. you smiled, embracing his warm touch, finally opened your eyes and turning your head to the side to look at him. his eyes were dark rimmed and his hair was a mess, but he was still so beautiful. you were about to open your mouth when you see chris' figure in the doorway, diverting your eyes straight to him.

"we might head to nathans for a bit, are you two coming?" chris said, and you finally sat up as matt turned his position to face his brother.

"yeah, i'll come." and then he turned back to you. "babe?"

you smiled, reaching out to stroke his face. "i love nathan with my entire heart, but would you mind if i stayed here?"

you already felt guilty, but you'd been so overstimulated for the last 6 hours that the thought of sitting with 4 boys who were all going to be hyped from seeing each other felt too much. you wanted to chill, nap, potentially get some work done on your phone and call in an early night.

"i'll stay with you." matt said instantly, like you knew he would, but you shook your head.

"you've not seen your best friend in months, go." you almost demanded. matt cared for you so much, you could see him already fighting with his eyes, but you smiled softly.

"are you sure?" he said, at the same time you saw mary-lou appear in the doorway too, shuffling past chris.

"are you okay, kids?" she said, and you dropped your hand from matts face to look at her.

"do you mind if i stay here, mary-lou? whilst the boys go to nates"

she beamed at you. "of course i dont mind, my love. this is your home now too."

you smiled at her warmingly before turning back to matt, a smile on his face at his moms words.

"im so tired, matt." you said, and he nodded, dipping forward and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. "tell nate im sorry.

"you'll see him tomorrow, im sure." he smiled.

"i dont doubt it." you chuckle, knowing full well nate was joined at the hip with the triplets whenever they were home. matt stands up, going over to give his mom a hug goodbye, closely followed by chris who then comes over to you, kicking your feet playfully. you'd always had a playful relationship with chris, and you go to kick him back but he runs off into the doorway, slapping matt on the shoulders as he reaches him.

"those boys" mary-lou chuckles at the side of you, and you turn around in time to see her sit at the side of you. "are you okay, my love?" she asks now, and you nod.

"im just tired, and the thought of them all yapping is sending me into another dimension."

she laughs at your words, throwing her head back, and you can't help but laugh with her. once a soft silence falls between you both, you reaches over to the arm rest of the couch and picks up the remote.

"so, i've been watching that show you love" she says now, giving you a smile, and you can't help the excited squeal that overcomes you.

"gilmore girls?" you say.

it was your favourite show, especially when you were home in boston. it had a nostalgic feel that couldn't be replicated anywhere else.

"yes" she chuckles, before the familiar netflix sound fills the living area. "im just about to start season two."

you beam. "my favourite season."

and so the work you were going to do goes out the window, as mary-lou grabs you a blanket, throwing it across your legs as she presses play on the last episode she was on. a soft feeling washing over you as you snuggle down, watching your favourite show.

you were asleep before matt came back home. the evening drawing in, the soft glow of the tv and the candles around you, the warmth of the triplets childhood home. the adrenaline from the day had had you tired beyond belief. but mary-lou let you sleep as she sat at the side of you, your head lulled on the back of the couch and the blanket spread across you.

you didn’t stir when the triplets came back home, and mary-lou hushed them as they came bounding into the living area where you both sat. the minute matt saw you, his face turned into a smile.

“how long as she been asleep?” he whispered, taking in your peaceful face. nick bounded across and sat next to his mom, who engulfed him in a one arm hug, and chris took place on the floor, resting his back against the couch and pulling out his phone.

“why am i not shocked you’re both sat here watching this?” he says.

mary lou chuckles before looking back to matt. “for the past hour”

he smiled, before he slowly sat down beside you, accidentally brushing his knee against yours.

you woke with a startle, looking up at him, before looking around the room. all eyes were on you apart from chris, who was sat not far on his phone, and you let out a smile as you stretched out your neck.

lifting up your foot, you reach chris’ hands perfectly and gently knock them with your foot, startling him so his phone falls out his hands. everyone erupts into laughter as chris lets out a ‘fuck’ before he turns around and grabs your ankle, pulling you slightly so you shift down the couch.

mary-lou swats his hand away whilst matt yells his brothers name, and you can only laugh.

“your girlfriends annoying as shit, bro” chris says, a joking grin on his face.

you shift your position back to where you were just a second before, finally turning around to face your boyfriend.

“hey, tired girl” he says, and you can’t help but let out a yawn. he chuckles as he leans forward, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

nick and chris have started talking to their mom, and their voices fill the room as matt picks up the blanket, positioning himself right next to you before his arm comes around your shoulder, pulling you into his side before placing the blanket over the both of you.

“cookies are in the kitchen” he whispers, as you wrap your arm around his waist, leaning your head against his chest.

“thank you” you whisper, squeezing his side slightly before lifting your head again to look at him. “sorry i didn’t come.”

he smiles. “doesn’t matter. are you okay?”

“never better” you beam, before laying your head back down on his chest.

the rest of the evening is spent lazily watching your favourite show, jimmy coming to join you not long after. you’re too tired to engage in conversation, but you can’t help the laughs that escape as you listen to your favourite family chat amongst themselves, your boyfriends hands running strokes up and down your arm the entire time.

[withwritersblock]

Carry On, Carry On

~Carry On, Carry On by HAPPY LANDING~ Author's Note: requested, short but sweet Summary: Y/N's dog runs away into Nate's arms Warnings: none? Word Count: 881 Nathan Mackinnon x fm!reader

She would never go this early in the morning but she hasn’t slept all night. Her insomnia was working on overdrive the whole night. She decided the only remedy was a morning walk to watch the sunrise. She had put on a nice jacket as she took her german shepard puppy, Loca. 

Her dog was around eight months old, still growing and getting bigger. She was usually well-behaved and didn’t care to bother anyone on their walks. 

She walked out of her apartment, holding Loca on a leash and harness as she began walking out of her apartment down the hall with her excited puppy. “Alright, Loca, come on,” she mumbled as she opened the doors towards the stairs. They sprinted down the stairs together. It was still semi-dark out and the sun was still only peaking out. 

There was a park across from her apartment complex that had a huge trail for her to walk. It showed off the beautiful sun rising over the moutains in the distance. The park was primarily empty, beside the few elderly people scattered around, ecstatic at the sight of the puppy.

The trail was mostly flat and easy for herself and Loca. She wasn’t used to taking walks, let alone her fifty pound german shepard puppy. “Oh my god,” she groaned as she tried to pull back Loca as she wa trying to run away. After a few seconds Loca pulled hard against Y/N. The leash slipped from her grip and Loca was off. Running excitedly towards her left. “Loca!” Y/N shouted as she began chasing after her.

She ran as fast as she could towards the direction Loca ran to. “Loca, come on!” she shouted. Her breathing fast and her heart beating hard against her chest. She could see her dog no longer running in the distance as she was being held and pet by a blond man. She slowed as she stopped in front of them. “Oh my god, thank you,” she let out breathlessly. 

She finally got a good look at him and she felt her whole body be consumed with embarrassment. It was Nathan Mackinnon, like one of the many faces of the Colorado Avalanche. 

“She’s normally so good on walks,” she let out still breathless. He handed the leash back over to Y/N, a small grin on his lips. He stood up, tightening the grip of the leash on his own much smaller dog. “I guess naming her Loca was a mistake because now she’s actually crazy,” 

His eyes widened, “Her name’s Loca?” he asked a small chuckle leaving his lips. “You kinda shot yourself in the foot there. But-” he paused as he leaned down, petting Loca on the head, “She’s definitely a Loca,” he mumbled.

“And who’s this?” She asked him as she knealed down and began petting his dog. He smiled widely as he watched the gorgeous girl that quite literally ran towards him. 

“This is Maggie,” he let out. 

“She’s so cute, oh my god,” she mumbled as Maggie excitedly jumped. 

“She’s my everything,” he let out, “I’m-I’m Nate,” he said as he stood up, she followed in pursuit. She shyly smiled. 

“Is it bad to say I know? I’m sorry, I didn’t know if I should’ve said that-” he smiled widely as he was trying not to laugh. “I’m Y/N,” she let out as she held out her hand. He shook her hand. 

“Not weird, that was adorable,” he let out as he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. She smiled as she took a deep breath. 

“Nate, how do you feel about finishing my walk with me? I may need assistance with Loca here,” she asked as she lifted the leash slightly. He smirked.

“Yeah, I love to,” he cringed slightly at the words that left his lips. Embarrassed at how fast the words came out of him. They slowly began walking side by side, their dogs were walking excitedly side by side. Loca trying to take the lead while Maggie was simply happy to be there. 

“So are you an Avs fan?” he asked as he slowly looked towards her, admiring her features. 

“I am actually a Minnesota Wild fan since I grew up in Minnesota but I have lived in Denver for four years so,” she explained. He delicately rested his hand on his chest, offended. 

“You do realize we’re the better team,” he said in a teasing tone. 

“But we have Kirill Kaprizov,” she countered.

“And we have Cale Makar,” he scoffed playfully. 

“I thought you were going to say yourself,” she let out while laughing. 

“Like I would say myself over Cale, come on now,” he said as he met her gaze. She scanned his features, “I mean he’s Cale Makar,” he continued.

“And you’re Nathan Mackinnon!” she let out laughing. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Can we move on please,” he said chuckling, “What about you? What do you do for a living?” he asked. She steadied her feet as Loca was getting ready to bolt again. Nate chuckled as he cautiously helped hold the leash for a second. Loca stopped and walked again. 

“Is it too late to change her name?” she asked while laughing, planting her feet hard into the ground.

[unholyhelbig]

I’ve always been curious about Kate bishops background and would love to hear a paraphrased version if ur okay with it

[Absolutely I can! Just a little disclaimer, I'm doing this mostly from memory, so I may get a few things wrong. But I promise the gist is there, and this has gotten way too long, so uh... part one? I guess? I didn't even get to the vampires. If people are into this. I'll keep going.]

Okay, let’s start with Kate’s backstory.

The Bishop family has issues. Eleanor, Kate’s mom, is distant but portrayed as a generally good person. She and her husband Derek have an estranged relationship. She travels a lot and is regarded as an activist throughout her life until her untimely death when Kate is still just a kid.

Kate develops admiration for her father. He’s a publishing magnate but it’s soon revealed that he has ties to the crime world. Kate, despite her young age, follows her father to a meeting with El Matador. While there, she gets captured by the crime lord to be held for ransom.

This is where she see’s Clint for the first time, who saves her with the rest of the avengers. She took an instant liking to him because he was the only human on the team without advantages. At this point, she does make Clint her role model and starts to distance herself from her family to focus on activism like Eleanor.

Kate didn’t’ truly start training in combat until she was attacked in Central Park. This kicked off her love of self-defense. She originally felt isolated and in some cannon media, this moment in the park still haunts her beyond belief. (Young Avengers Special #1 [2005]  is a great comic that’s stand alone & shows the mentorship between Jessica Jones and Kate. TW for SA.)

Que the Young Avengers.

(My personal favorite Kate Bishop Design)

Kate has an older sister that’s been completely written out of the MCU adaptation. Her name is Susan, and she doesn’t have the greatest relationship with Kate, they’re not openly hostile, but they don’t enjoy each other either. Still, Kate is in Susan’s wedding party.

During the wedding, the church comes under fire and the Young Avengers swoop in to save the day. But they awkwardly become hostages themselves and Kate uses one of Patriots throwing stars to get them out of the situation before the police show up.

Kate very ungracefully demands to become a part of the Young Avengers (The original team is: Cassie Lang, Eli Bradley, Tommy Shepard, Billy Kaplan, Nate Richards, and Teddy Altman). Kate originally doesn’t have a hero identity, so she raids the Avengers Mansion and dawns Mockingbirds staves and mask, swordsman’s sword and belt and Hawkeyes abandoned bow.

Captain America and Iron man were not happy about the team and demanded that they disband. But eventually gave in after the Young Avengers refused to back down. Kate was the only one to stand up to Steve and demand that they get better training. He agreed and put Jessica Jones in charge of the team. This is when Kate becomes Hawkeye. Steve gives her the title and the bow. She’s the unofficial leader of the Young Avengers.

What about Clint?

Dude is dead in the Young Avengers run. Clint makes his valiant return in the massive Civil War event that Marvel comics created. He was resurrected and is absolutely pissed when he finds out that Steve gave his name and his bow away.

Clint actually attacks Kate while she’s on a date with Eli Bradley in Central Park. He’s officially Ronin at this point and is impressed by Kate’s skills after she breaks into his place to steal her bow back. He unofficially (but also totally officially) allows her to take the mantle.

The Children’s Crusade

I’m skipping a lot of small side quests that Kate takes (even though they’re a lot of fun) because Children’s Crusade is possibly the most important part of her journey, and by the looks of it, is the basis for where the MCU is planning to go in the next few years.

Kate has a really strong friendship with Billy Kaplan, aka Billy Maximoff. He’s the strongest magic being to ever inhabit earth and when his powers become dangerous the Avengers decide to lock him up. That didn’t slide with Kate, and they ended up breaking him out of the tower and entering alternate timelines in search of Billy’s mom- Wanda Maximoff.

This was pure, time-warp chaos. Wanda had forgotten who she was and was about to marry Doctor Doom when the Young Avengers showed up and pulled her out of it. She regained her powers and her memories, coming to terms with Billy and Tommy being her sons.

Once in their original timeline, a massive fight breaks out between the Avengers and the x-men. It’s a whole thing that ends up killing Cassie Lang. Her death ends up disbanding the original Young Avengers who go their separate ways to come to terms with how dangerous being a hero really is.

Matt Fraction? Matt Fraction.

Listen, if you’re looking for the inspiration behind the general vibe of the show Hawkeye, this is the run for you. If you read anything from Kate’s comic journey, let it be this. You don’t need any prior knowledge to Kate or Clint to enjoy this one and the artwork heavily inspired the intro to the show.

In this series, Clint is the owner of an apartment building that’s since been taken over by the tracksuit mafia. Kate and Clint have an established friendship and the dynamic is very much like the show. But grittier. The series leans into Clint’s deafness and Kate’s trauma. It’s a basis for their relationship.

Los Angeles, baby

Kate goes to LA a lot. It’s her home away from New York and her arcs there are some of my favorite (it’s a guilty pleasure, honestly). During her run with Matt Fraction’s Hawkeye, she has a particularly bad fight with Clint. She takes Lucky and jets off to the beach to find her niche.

Kate becomes a very cool, very chill private eye for her first solo run; Hawkeye Private Eye. While she does eventually go back to New York to help out Clint, she starts her own business in Los Angeles where she teams up with Jessica Jones and Laura x23. Very fun, very goofy series.

[This took...hours. Literal Hours. But I have access to all the digital archives for Kate so, I'm more than happy to keep going lol]

[eluvisen]

Commission for @striderincosmos of Nate Shepard!

[doortotomorrow]

Shepard: Good enough for an ID? Jack: Good enough so that if you’re ever hurt, barely breathing, lying under a pile of rubble at the ass end of this war, you’re gonna have…you’re gonna have something that tells the galaxy that you belong to me.

[striderincosmos]

WIP Whenever

As tagged by @swaps55, and inviting any who wish to participate! (I'm not exactly linked to many writers on here just yet)

Here's a sneak peak (a nice, long one) between Nathaniel 'Nate' Shepard and Garrus on their way to Feros in Spectre Echoes: Memories and Portents!

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The crew area was a rather bustling place at the moment, what with the new additions to the crew. It made Garrus stand out even more at the table, dressed in a shirt and pants that accommodated the slight crest of his upper back.

Nate took a seat next to him, a human beer in one hand and a turian brew from a case he’d had assigned to the Normandy’s cold storage in the other. “Evening, Garrus,” he said casually, offering the brew. “How are you holding up?”

“Rather well, honestly,” Garrus said as he took his drink, opening it and taking a sip. “This sort of environment is easy for me, no matter the species. I might have decided to go to C-Sec over joining the reserves in a decade or so, but you can’t beat out nearly a decade of military training.”

“What made you go into C-Sec in the first place?” Nate asked.

“It was the family business,” Garrus shrugged. “My father had been C-Sec before getting pulled out from the Reserves for Relay-314, and his father before him had done the same thing. Still don’t know why the old man went into politics, though. Even C-Sec is simpler than that.”

Nate shrugged. “I try to avoid politics. When you have a camera pointed at you more often than not…”

“I can see how that’d be the case,” Garrus said, pausing for long moments. “So, I’ve got a question for you about Saren.”

“Funny enough, I’ve actually got one for you, too,” Nate said. “You first.”

“Are you really planning on trying to arrest Saren and drag him in front of the Council after what he’s done?”

Nate ruminated on the query with a pull of beer. “It’d be what the Council wants done, most likely. Saren’s dangerous, but if we can subdue him, he needs to face due process.”

Garrus’s mandibles drooped slightly, the action looking almost like a grimace. Or a sneer. “There’s a lot of risk to that too, though. He isn’t the best Spectre the Council has for nothing. He could probably find half a dozen different ways to escape during transit to the Citadel, let alone what he could do if he was on it.”

“We know he’s the most dangerous person in the galaxy,” Nate said assuringly. “If there’s anyone who can guard him, it’s going to be all of us and the krogan along for the ride.”

“That wouldn’t stop the Council from offering clemency, or just finding some way to sweep this under the rug,” Garrus retorted. “But taking him in is the way it’s done by the book, isn’t it? ‘Do it right, or don’t do it at all’.”

Nate frowned slightly at the rather bitter invective. “And who said that?”

“Lucrius Vakarian,” Garrus said, washing the name back down with a pull of his brew. “Among the most renowned detectives on the Citadel. Spirits know he said to me more times than I can count.”

“Not a regulations guy, then?” 

Garrus sighed quietly. “I get why they’re there. I get that they’re useful. My father and C-Sec drilled that into me well enough. But sometimes, in order to resolve a situation permanently, completely, the regs, and the people who enforce them, can make it so that a solution becomes a stopgap. People get away. Innocents get taken advantage of or hurt when they don’t need to.”

Garrus was silent for a moment. “Take Doctor Saleon.”

“Who’s that?”

“He was — probably is still — one of the leading figures of the Citadel’s black markets. Specifically in grown organs. Real mean bastard. In a place where a krogan who’s well-connected enough could drop 40,000 credits for a full quad transplant to try and counteract the genophage, Saleon was a unique brand of fucked up.” 

“See, there was an increase in organ trade, well beyond what we expected. We managed to confiscate some, and do some genetic tests. It was a bit of a mess, but it led us to a very lively turian who was very insistent that he was not, in fact, missing his liver. We ran a background check, and saw he worked for the aforementioned doctor.”

“What did you do next?” Nate asked.

“We brought him and some of Saleon’s other former employees in for questioning. While I was interviewing one of them, I noticed something suspicious. One of the detainees, a human, started bleeding from his abdomen during questioning. Pretty badly, too. We offered to patch him up, and he got panicky.”

Garrus paused, was silent for long moments. “We found dozens of incision scars on him. Some of them fresh, like the one that gave him away. Others much older. That’s when we realized this sick bastard Saleon wasn’t just employing people. He was testing on them. Growing the organs right inside of them, then cutting them open, harvesting them, and selling them off. Most of the test subjects were poor, desperate. They only got a small cut of the profits from any sale, and only if the organs were viable. If they weren’t, he just… left them inside them.”

The beer wasn’t very appealing to Nate anymore, and he set it on the table at arm’s length. “What happened then?” he ventured. 

“We went out to go and put the cuffs on this guy. But he rigged his lab to blow, ran as soon as his mules started getting pulled in by C-Sec. Took some of his ‘employees’ with him to the nearest spacedock. By the time we found where he was, the ship he stole was already leaving. He threatened to kill who were now his hostages if anyone tried to stop him.”

“And he got away?” Nate said incredulously.

Garrus nodded. “I ordered Citadel defenses to intercept and fire on him, but C-Sec HQ countermanded my order. They were worried about the hostages. Worried about civilian casualties for how close he still was to the city arms. I told them the hostages were already the next best thing to dead, that this was just the cold, hard calculus of stopping a criminal like this now and for good. But they wouldn’t listen.”

Nate sighed. “Sounds like a recipe for hating where you work.”

“To put it mildly.” Garrus chuckled darkly. “I went to Executor Pallin, the man in charge of C-Sec, and told him what I thought about the situation and the policies that made it happen. He told me if I didn’t like it, then I could quit. To be honest, I almost did, just to spite them.”

“As tough a choice as it is, the lives of the hostages were as important as catching Doctor Saleon,” Nate said pointedly. “If we didn’t care about the lives of those threatened by the people we want to bring to justice, how different are we from them?”

It was silent between them for a moment before Garrus sighed quietly. “You know, I can see where you’re coming from. I just wish we could have stopped Saleon as well.”

Again it was silent. “So,” Garrus said after a moment, “what was your question?”

“You’ve got a personal stake in this,” Nate began. “I won’t begrudge that, and I won’t discount that we might need to kill Saren to stop him. But if we do manage to capture him… can I count on you to let justice play out?”

Garrus was silent for long, contemplative moments. “As much as it might grate at me…” he finally said. “I’ll trust your judgment. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, Shepard. However the stellar wind blows, I’ll follow your lead.”

Nate nodded. “I’m glad you have my back, Garrus.”

“I mean hey,” Garrus said, his mandibles implying a slight grin, “I get to learn what a Spectre looks like from you. Thus far, I’d say I’ve got a pretty good mentor.”

[gardenofchrome]

Pacific Rim Headcanons #2

What they would do if you, their (S/O) brought them lunch

(Requested by @screechinginthevoid, I hope you like it 😊)

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You, Y/N, are [character's name] S/O and decide to bring them lunch everyday, as they are busy Ranger pilots and can sometimes forget to eat. You make sure to include a little note to show how much you appreciate them (*^‿^*)

Raleigh: You make him classic American foods- a grilled cheese sandwich, mac n' cheese, and chocolate chip cookies. You write a little love note to him, putting it all in a brown paper bag, and take it to his barrack. He was sleeping when you got there, so you put it on his nightstand and gave him a little kiss on the forehead, covering him up with a blanket.

Yancy: You make him the same thing you made Raleigh- once you gave it to him, he pulled you into hug and kissed you, getting a very loud 'awwww!' from Raleigh who was in the doorway.

"Get out Raleigh!"

Mako: You make her Ingee Chicken, Nagarame, and Anno Imo, foods from where she was born, as you thought she would like a little taste of home. It turns out that she made some lunch for you too, consisting of your favorite foods. You both have a picnic on the roof of the shatterdome, watching Jaegers being deployed.

Chuck: You make him meat pies, chicken parmigiana, and fairy bread. When you go to give it to him, he nearly knocked the food straight out of your hands by accident, as he was sparring with his father. Herc made him apologize while he begrudgingly thanked you for the food.

Herc: You make him sausage rolls, avocado toast, and pavlova. He hugs you tightly, before he lets you go when you tell him that he's crushing your ribs. He also makes sure that you had something to eat before he went somewhere quiet to eat.

"Herc, please put me down before you snap my ribs."

Stacker: You make him Shepard's pie, sausage rolls, and trifle. You leave it at the foot of his office, before knocking on the door to let him know it was there. You didn't want to disturb him as you knew he was probably very busy with all the paperwork he had to do and overseeing the Jaegers in the shatterdome.

Newt: You give him a PB&J sandwich, a Caesar salad, and a roll of oreo's. You force him to it eat, as you knew that if you gave it to him he'd probably just eat an oreo or two and then focus on his research for the rest of the day. He thanks you for the lunch and offers to let you see the new kaiju samples that just arrived.

Hermann: You made him a ham and cheese sandwich, schnitzel, and plum pudding. You set it down on his desk, and he thanks you, promising to eat it in a few. You come back 3 hours later and notice that his lunch was still not eaten, and you scold him.

"Please just give me 5 more minutes to finish this and I will!"

Tendo: You give him a few bagels to eat, along with some jam and butter, and a cup of coffee. He gives you a quick peck on the cheek, before nearly spilling the coffee on the controls.

"Oops."

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I might include Jake and Nate the next time, but I've watched the first movie more than Uprising so idk if it would be good.

[x3no9]

This piece of fanfiction is my BABY. If you like Western AUs with the handsome and dangerous men from Mass Effect, this is it!

Mature readers ONLY

AI images for reference. The two non-recognizables are my male Shep, Isaac (AI made him look a bit odd, of course ) and the blue-haired beauty is Nate, the young Sheriff.

[cfthesoul]

tag drop pt 3