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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)JoeHundredaireFR1877,86913711,39220 Dec 1214 Jan 13No

Dr. Karin Chakwas

Joe's Note: For those of you worried by the close adherence to the early stages of the game… well, I do intend to use both Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3 in this saga, meaning I do need to keep the rough strokes of things the same. Even more so because I want to use bits of Project: Firewalker, Overlord, Lair of the Shadow Broker, Arrival, From Ashes, Leviathan, and Omega. That being said, I'm working with another author at the moment on some events for Vanguard that will revolve around the thoi'han and/or inusannon.

     Faith's head spins as she wanders the corridors of the new Normandy. Everything Alexis remembers is back, just bigger and - usually - better than the original Systems Alliance version. Usually because… well, Faith doesn't have the slightest bit of military training and even she can spot a handful of fairly major goofs. For instance, what genius had thought up the idea of putting the armory on the second deck near the CIC? In a spot without direct access to the elevator, even? The conference room in East Buttfuck didn't really make much sense to her either, nor did making it accessible solely by tromping through either the research lab or the armory. And the layout of her cabin was… curious… to be polite. Although she did have to wonder what Cerberus has heard and from who if they were giving her a bed big enough to sleep half a dozen…

     Shooting a glance over at the office Miranda retreated to upon emerging from the elevator, Faith ponders dropping by to further harass her far too upright executive officer but decides to refrain… for now, at least. After all, there's going to be plenty of time for that as they save the galaxy together… and she really should do the responsible thing and check in on Tali and Veetor. Make sure that he's getting decent care, what all with her promising as much and all…

     The door slides open smoothly as Faith approaches, and her eyes immediately jump to where Veetor is sitting on one of the beds with Tali standing beside him. Then she realizes there's a third person in the room: a grey-haired… woman, she's guessing, judging by the haircut… in a black and white coat. When the chair spins around, Faith's jaw drops at the sight that greets her. "Doc?"

     "Commander Shepard. I watched the Normandy crumble with you onboard." Doctor Karin Chakwas looks her up and down slowly in a way that only doctors can: assessing, evaluating. "It's good to see you alive."

     Faith nods, closing the distance between them and reaching out to shake the older woman's hand. For some reason, she finds it especially interesting that Chakwas of all people isn't aware of the shenanigans surrounding Alexis-turned-Faith Shepard. If anyone's going to notice, shouldn't it be the doctor who knew her inside and out from their time together aboard the original Normandy? "Good to be alive. But I've gotta ask… the hell, Doc? You're the last person I would expect to see on a Cerberus ship…"

     After shaking Faith's hand, Chakwas relaxes back into her seat before shrugging. "It's hardly where I thought I'd be these days when last we spoke, and yet here I am. You, on the other hand… the kind of trauma you endured would have changed most people. But not you, I see. Welcome back, Shepard."

     Throwing herself down in the chair across from the doctor's, Faith glances over at the pair of quarians before leaning in and lowering her voice. What she wants to know is hardly top secret, but that doesn't mean Chakwas wants everyone knowing her personal business. "Haven't you been with the Alliance since… hell, didn't they put you through medical school? Why'd you leave?"

     "After the Normandy was lost, the surviving crew was… reassigned. I was stationed at the Mars Naval Medical Center. A very… respectable… position." Chakwas sighs before shaking her head. "But it wasn't on a starship. And so when a better offer came along, I took it."

     For some reason, Faith is pretty damn sure there's a lot more to the story behind the doc's defection than that… but if Chakwas wants to keep it to herself, Faith reasons, that's her business. So rather than push, she merely leans back in her seat and shoots another look over at Tali and Veetor. "You need anything? For some reason, I doubt Cerberus stocked this place with 'suit rats' in mind…"

     Chakwas frowns at that before spinning around to face her console. "Actually, our benefactor seems to have anticipated that recruiting the absolute best for this mission might bring us into contact with some unusual individuals. I found a remarkably large number of quarian medications in my inventory when I began treating Veetor. That being said, quarian psychopharmacological medicines are not among them… nor did they see fit to replace my private reserves." She shakes her head sadly before looking back over her shoulder at Faith. "I was still waiting for the right occasion to open that bottle of Serrice Ice Brandy you bought me when the Normandy was destroyed…"

     While Faith hasn't yet finished integrating all of Alexis Shepard's memories, she 'remembers' presenting the doctor with that gift… along with how she acquired the brandy in the first place. She smirks, wondering if Neena is still working at Purgatory and if she'd be interested in bartering for another bottle the same way Alexis and the asari had when the Spectre had stopped in for some downtime after Feros. "I'll keep an eye out for a replacement, Doc." Faith waves her hand to silence Chakwas as the older woman opens her mouth to argue. "Seriously, don't worry about it. It would be my pleasure…"
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