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Summary: Faith Lehane makes an ill-advised wish on her dying breath. Miranda Lawson makes an ill-advised wish in a moment of frustration. Now Commander Faith Shepard is back from the dead and ready to kick ass, take names, and seduce asari.

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Games > Sci-Fi > Mass Effect Trilogy(Moderator)JoeHundredaireFR18913,84115114,12620 Dec 1218 Oct 14No

Miranda Lawson

Joe's Note: If you were expecting to see Perfection for the first encounter of Miranda and Faith, sorry. That's set over halfway through the game, after Horizon and Illium and Samara's acquisition. I'm still planning to integrate it at some point, though. Just not yet.



     Faith glanced to her left.

     Miranda Lawson sighed.

     After a few more steps, Faith glanced to her left again.

     That elicited another sigh from Miranda.

     After Faith's third glance, she couldn't help but snicker and Miranda let out her loudest sigh yet before finally speaking. "Yes, Commander Le… Shepard?"

     The slight verbal slip was almost enough to distract Faith from her torment of the overly serious Cerberus operative. From the moment she'd woken up, the Slayer turned soldier had been 'Shepard' to one and all. And not 'Alexis Shepard', either, like in the memories she'd inherited. Lieutenant Commander Faith Shepard, service number 5923-AC-2826, N7 marine and first human Spectre. Somehow, not only had she been brought forward into the future, but she'd been made a part of it. For everyone except Miranda, that was; the similar slip when they'd first met could have been a coincidence… but a second, identical mistake? That was harder to ignore or dismiss. She knew something. And at some point, Faith was going to find out what that was.

     Right now was not that point, though. "It's wicked cold out. I'm kinda curious how you're not like, tearing through that thing." If there was any doubt as to what Faith was referring to, her leer at Miranda's catsuit-clad breasts destroyed them. "I mean, I'm wearing a full suit of armor and I'm still hard enough to cut diamond under here. What the hell is your outfit made out of? And can I get some armor made out of it?"

     Miranda let out yet another annoyed sigh before rolling her eyes. "How very droll. For your information, my attire is climate-controlled by a VI monitor and so I'm perfectly comfortable at the moment. The technical specifications for your armor didn't mention much in the way of creature comforts, meaning your problem is more likely a failing of Serrice Council than that particular hardsuit. Perhaps it might be a good idea to invest in some proper, human-made armor in the near future?"

     "Nah. Thinking of giving up armor completely, actually. You of all people should know that bulk and biotics don't mix; if it did, you'd be wearing something like this yourself. Maybe I'll raid your closet to see if you've got that getup in any other colors. Or… hmm. I've got two or three blueberries who still owe me big favors." Well, technically they owed Alexis big favors. Same difference these days, right? "They seemed plenty warm on Noveria. What do you think of some asari commando leathers done up in Cerberus black and white? Maybe put your logo on the back?"

     "…surely you can't be serious."

     "I am serious. And don't call me Shirley." Chuckling at Miranda's grimace, Faith looked around curious. Snow. Frost-covered buildings. Freedom's Progress was definitely a sci-fi nerd's winter wonderland. And yet… "Can't help but notice that we're missing someone who'd fit right in here. Where's Her Royal Highnessness?"

     The question made Jacob look intensely uncomfortable, the former marine abruptly finding himself with a need to tweak some setting on his shotgun. That made Faith shoot a hard look Miranda's way. The brunette flinched back a step before drawing herself up to her full height. "During her own post-resurrection interviews, Miss Agðardóttir claimed that she had no unusual abilities beyond her longevity and resistance to cold, and the myths about her were just that. Obviously she lied. Accordingly, she's being more thoroughly interviewed and evaluated to see what else she's been hiding from us."

     Faith raised an eyebrow at that. "You do know saying things like that is a great way to keep me thinking that you kick puppies and drown babies and shit, right?" Before Miranda could reply, the Slayer-turned-Spectre frowned and raised her hand, cutting the taller woman off. Storing the Acolyte pistol she'd been using since landing, she reached behind her back and drew its big sister: the Disciple shotgun. It whined softly as it expanded to full size in her hands, and then she pointed it at the boxy prefabricated habitation unit at the top of the stairs. "We've got company. At least half a dozen of them. Quarians, judging by the voices."

     Scowling, Miranda stowed her submachine gun before switching to something that Faith was pretty sure crossed the line from 'heavy pistol' to 'hand cannon'. "Suit rats. Lovely. I know how I'd prefer to handle the matter, but since you're in charge at the moment…"

     Faith cocked her head to the side as she slowly ascended the stairs, Disciple at the ready even though she wasn't entirely sure she'd need to use it. For some reason, one of the voice seemed familiar to her… and then it hit her. The voice wasn't someone familiar to Faith Lehane, but Alexis Shepard knew the individual well. "Don't worry, I've got this." Slapping one hand against the door's haptic interface, she waited for it to slide open before blindly tossing her Disciple back at Miranda. "Hold my shotgun while I hug my quarian."

     Before she could make it more than a few steps into the prefab, a trio of quarians armed with assault rifles rushed forward to intercept her. "Freeze!"

     Raising her hands in surrender, Faith smirked at the dark-suited quarian before nodding back over her shoulder. "Already am. Why do you think I'm coming inside? This planet makes Boston in the winter look like Los Angeles."

     "Prazza! You said you'd let me handle this!" The owner of the familiar voice - who wasn't exactly physically familiar owing to what appeared to be a new environmental suit - rushed forward to position herself between Faith and the trio of armed quarians. After a second, Tali'Zorah nar Rayya slowly turned her head back toward Faith. "Wait… Faith?"

     Faith opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by Prazza. "I'm not taking any chances with Cerberus operatives!" Huh? Her armor was black with red and white N7 markings. Asari technology in Alliance colors. How the fuck did he know that she… Faith glanced back over her shoulder, rolling her eyes at the sight of Jacob and Miranda entering the prefab behind her with guns drawn. Oh. That was how. What part of 'I got this' hadn't they understood? Evidently good help was as hard to find here as it had been back in Cleveland before her death.

     Thankfully, Tali was there to keep things from coming to blows. Or bullets. Or biotics. Or- "Put those weapons down!" After a moment, the soldiers obeyed her command, allowing Tali to return her attention to Faith. "Faith? Is that… you're alive?"

     "What do Mallene, Nassana, and Shiala all have in common?"

     "They can all make their toes touch their headtresses… which I didn't need to know back then and I still don't want to think about." Rushing forward, Tali hauled Faith into a tight hug for a few seconds before pulling back. "But… how? You were dead."

     Faith kept one arm around Tali's waist as she turned and gestured to Miranda with her free hand. "Meet Miracle Miranda. Guess I was only mostly dead, which meant I was still slightly alive."

     Snorting, Miranda tossed the white and purple shotgun she was holding back to Faith, who collapsed it and stored it at the small of her back. "I assure you, Commander, you were completely dead when Miss T'Soni turned you over to Cerberus. After spending a few hours in your presence, I'm already starting to miss those days."
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