Right, I actually went and checked to be sure this time… Buffy the Vampire Slayer
, Angel: the Series
, and all associated characters belong to Fran and Kaz Kuzui. BioWare is the owner of the Mass Effect
trilogy, along with the mobile games, books, comics, and assorted other off-shoot products, and all related characters and concepts. Not mine, don't sue, and so forth and so on.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.Joe's Note:
People received my original two one-shots so well that I decided to download a complete, hundred part video walkthrough of Mass Effect 2
and expand the universe of Faith Shepard. You'll see bits of Perfection
and The Justicar
, albeit not in their original forms. I'm not sure why, but the present tense seems to work a bit better for me mentally while doing fast action stuff like video games. If it goes over like a turd in a punch bowl, though, maybe I'll abandon it for my traditional past tense style.
"What the hell?"
Snarling, Faith puts two shots into another of the damn robots she's been fighting since she woke up before falling to her knees, skidding the last few feet across the slick floor before bumping up against a slick glass barrier overlooking a gaping chasm. Assuming the mechs can't shoot through it, it should make great cover while she catches her breath. Looking to her right, she finds herself staring at a large dark-skinned man in a black fatigues. He's armed as lightly as she is, making her frown; she'd been a patient until a few minutes ago and scavenged what she could on her way to freedom. What was this guy's excuse? Before she can vocalize that question - or any of a dozen others - he opens his mouth. "What are you doing here? I thought you were still a work in progress."
"Fuck if I know. I just woke up." Peeking up over the top of the barrier, Faith picks off another robot before ducking back into cover. "You probably know more than I do. Love to fix that, if you'd be down for it. Being in the dark sucks."
The man stares at her for a moment before shaking himself. "Right. Sorry about that. I'm Jacob Taylor. I've been stationed here for-" On the other side of the gap, the doors slide open and more of those damn robots emerge, interrupting his introduction. "Damn it!" Popping to his feet just long enough to pick one of them off, Jacob shakes his head. "Things must be worse than I thought if Miranda's got you running around. I'll fill you in, but we'd better get you to the shuttle first."
Scoffing, Faith raises her pistol and points it lazily at the robots, picking off two of the remaining four. "Fuck that. From the moment I woke up, people have been ordering me around. No more. I want some answers, or I'll leave your ass here while I go find someone who will-"
"Fair enough. Settle for the quick version?" Jacob meets Faith's gaze before jerking his head toward the robots. Point. They were a little strapped for time. She nods, and he continues. "You and your ship were attacked and destroyed. You were killed - dead as dead can be - when they brought you here. Our scientists spent the last two years putting you back together. You've been comatose or worse that whole time." The whole concept seems fantastical to Faith… but then again, Red had resurrected both B and her pet Slayer. Twice in B's case, actually. Is the idea of science eventually reaching the same point so outrageous? Especially considering she's now living in some sort of bizarre future with space travel and robots and- "Miranda knows more than I do. But you can't ask her questions until we find her. First step: let's finish off these metal bastards. We're low on thermal clips, but I'm a biotic. Just give the order when you want me to hit 'em with the good stuff."
Jacob's arm glows blue as he rises to his feet, and then Faith's jaw drops as he makes a pulling motion and one of the robots is yanked off its feet, floating lazily through the air toward them until he blows its head off. Looking down at her free hand, she makes a fist and watches as brilliant red flames crawl over her armored hand. 'Biotics', huh? Up until now, she'd thought it to be some kind of strange magic clinging to her after a resurrection. But here's someone else with it, or at least something similar. Who's not undead. And knows what to do with it. Convenient.
Faith still has no idea what's going on, why she's here instead of bleeding out on the pavement in Cleveland, where 'here' actually is, or why she partially remembers the life of a woman named Alexis Shepard. But if there's one thing Faith does know, it's how to adapt. Nodding to Jacob, Faith waits for him to lift the last robot into the air before lacing it with bullets.
And based on some of the faces floating through Alexis's memories? Faith can think of worse places to adapt to…