Commander (the_commander) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-10-21 18:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, commander tyra shepard |
Who: Shepard
What: The Final Push
Where: London, Earth, 2186
When: Last night
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Once again massive spoilers!
The harder they pushed, the harder the Reaper forces fought back. It was as though they understood that here, on this world, the fate of the galaxy would be decided.
All around Shepard the battle raged. The sound of the dead and the dying echoed in her ears. Above them in the sky and in orbit yet more gave their lives. Human, and Turian, Krogan, Quarian and Asari. Even one lone Prothean. Every species that had forces to spare had soldiers on the ground and ships in space.
They all understood that Earth had become the critical battlefield. The home of a young, upstart race that had fought tooth and nail for a voice in interstellar politics. The young, upstart race that had produced a single woman who could convince everyone to set aside their differences and unite in the face of extinction. A woman who had bought time and lifted pressure from their worlds so that they could help hers.
They lived up to their word. By the hundreds, by the thousands they died. A billion voices, a trillion crying for vengeance. If they failed here, at Earth, the Reapers win. A hundred years, perhaps two hundred, and the only species that remained would be those the Reapers had left, cultivated for the next harvest, fifty thousand years from now.
Shepard couldn't let herself think about her squad. They could take care of themselves. So could Miranda, and Jack, and all the other comrades and friends she'd picked up through the years. She didn't even think about how many of them would be buried, or if she'd be there to bury them. The end game was in sight and she ran for it.
As they made the final rush to the conduit, the push to retake the citadel so they could use the Crucible, the super-weapon that dozens, perhaps even hundreds of cycles had pieced together, Shepard knew they were in the right place, because it was Harbinger himself that came for them.
A red beam cut through the ground, towards her, through her squad, and through the ringing in her ears Shepard heard someone call for a retreat.