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Guess who's back back back..... Back again.. Lmao! Oh yeah im back and going again finally!

Page 7 is finally here! And in all honesty it didn't take me that long to do. I know my bud is glad that im out of my rut. I think he was going to kill me If I didn't continue with our story. I told you id be back! lol Sorry it took so long though guys... Artist block is no joke... <__<

If you're new to the story you can read the rest of it here! ->…

But anywho to me I still had so much to do with this but sketchbook pro decided it hates me now and stopped working on my computer....

Any suggestions as to what other digital programs I could use that supports tiff files?

Criticisms are welcomed!

OH yeah and I don't know if ive been saying this but you read it right to left... Sorry ^__^;

A Living Dream Story by :iconsubtle-sounds: and :iconraebeau:
Artwork by :iconraebeau:
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Woot woot! Man I didn't think I was going to be able to squeeze this one out lol... -__- whew.

I've been so busy (*coughdontjointhearmycough*) lol Theyre taking all my time....

Im trying to get better with filling in "space" but its a lot harder than i thought. But I hope you enjoy!

A Living Dream by :iconyung91: : iconRaeBeau:

Artwork by :iconraebeau:
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Welp page 5 is hereee. A little comic relief I guess here before the story gets too serious. I feel like I'm going too slow so hopefully I can pick up the pace with the actual story next page. Enjoy some more of kid Sai's face! Mina's debut should be coming up soon!

Chibi's rule!

Story A Living Dream by :iconyung91: and :iconraebeau:
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Well i finally decided to do a likeness of myself. I know i look extra cocky in this pic but i swear im not lol...

Its just a quick sketch for an id i need desperately lol

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I know this is a little late for N7 day but whateves lol.

This is my shepard. Aurora Shepard. Ive been wanting to draw her for so long now and i finally found the time to sit down and draw her. Shes my first and probably going to be my fav shepard of all the walkthroughs im gonna do of Mass Effect. And now for some stats!

Name: Aurora Shepard
Age: Old enough
Romance: Liara (as if id do anyone else)
Personality: Paragon (with a slight temper and attitude)

Eh you'll find out all the rest if i keep drawing her... 
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Yeah i had to do at least one bubbline pic... Couldnt stay away.
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180x140cm acrylic colors on paper
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Done in UltraFractal and PShop.
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online game "藍星戰記(Planet Legend)".
It is used as background when card game play.
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A starsky captured at KvŠnangen in Troms during the late hours of January 15th.
The different lights and shapes you see are ambient light from Oksfjord (a small village), the northern lights and the milky way stretching over the horizon.
The colors are emphasized for artistic purposes.

I hope you guys like it :)
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When I was taking fashion at school I really liked to add Oriental elements into everything I design, however something I've realised is that many people's lack of understanding of the difference between the cultures of many Asian countries are quite serious, no offense to anybody, it is something I've observed and taken notice quite often. For example a ball dress concept I've drew had wide, drapy sleeves and my TFA teacher immediately complimented me on how good my 'kimono' looked...and then I told her it is in fact an adaptation from the Chinese garment Hanfu.

She looked at me like I just came back from Mars.

The truth is that the media these day seemed to promote Japanese culture quite well but that of others perhaps not so much. What most people think is that kimono is the ultimate Japanese fashion emblem while that of Chinese is the Qi-pao(or some call it Cheongsam), the body hugging, mandarin-collared, slightly 'slutty' dress...last time I've posted my ball-dress design onto my personal blog a few people actually said: "That's copied from kimono." and even "Why do you Chinese people like to copy others so much?"

And I was like 0_0 son of a bridge are you FRUCKING kidding me?!!
And then I was lyk hell no these people need to be educated about the Far East for Lady Gaga's sake...
So here I drew these, partially from my past concepts...

As you can see Hanfu is accually THE Chinese attire, its been around since god knows when and only until three hundred years ago, when the Manchus took over the Han, that Qipao was worn instead. And even then, Qipao didn't look like the one I drew, the tight-bodied adaptation was due to 1930's Shanghai social elites wanting something sexier to show off their tits and thighs and yeah....

As for the Korean Hanbok if you are into Kpop groups then you'd be pretty familiar with that.

Hanfu is really complex and its form varies depending on seasons, ranks and time periods, my concept drawing was inspired from the Song Dynasty female scholars.

So if anyone bothered to read all this stuff I spat out hope you got a much better understanding for tradition East Asian garments.

Have a great day ppl. (my...this should be a journal
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My favorite yuri couple EVER! Well besides Fang and Vanille but theyre not officially a couple now are they ;p. Anywho This is Sumika Murasame and Ushio Kazama from the manga Sasameki Koto. The story was abosultely amazing so i just had to draw them. I know they dont look exactly like them but i wanted to draw them in my style. Theyre just so cute!

Murasame & Kazama (c) Takashi Ikeda
Artwork (c) RaeBeau (Me)
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Title: Mass Effect - The Soul Behind The Name: Prologue
Author: Reellifejaneway2 (Joanna Knowles)
Game: Mass Effect Trilogy
Characters/Pairing: Kaidan Alenko & FemShep (Kira Shepard)
Disclaimer: Mature Themes (language and violence). Mass Effect and all its characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.


I look up from my cup of coffee. “Well, what?”

Emily rolls her eyes in impatience and taps the datapad. “Well, you two were obviously interested in each other. Please tell me you went somewhere with that interest.”

“Of course I did,” I reply, feeling slightly affronted.

“Well?” She repeats.

I take a sip of my coffee, “Well, it didn’t happen overnight. We spent a long time just talking between missions. Often I didn’t get to see her for more than five minutes at a time. Shepard was important – you know, the first human spectre, commanding the Normandy, leading the fight against Saren – and that meant she was busy. I was okay with that.”


My eyes widen as I splutter, “What?”

The reporter shrugs, “I have never known any man to be ‘okay’ with his woman being kept away from him, whether it’s by work or by another man. C’mon, Kaidan, you didn’t even know her first name! Now spit it out – what happened between you two? You had to get to know her somehow.”

“I... I did... But it wasn’t a fast process. I had to let her come to me, you know?”

Emily frowns, drumming her fingers on the table. “You read her file.”

“No! No, I didn’t.” At Emily’s knowing stare, I let the mask of denial fall away. I grin awkwardly, “Yeah. I did. Please don’t write that down.”

Emily chuckles, “Of course not Major. But you admit that you were at an impasse.”

“It was not... No! It was not an impasse!” I put my hands in the air in protest. Then I sigh, “Okay. It was. But I didn’t leave it that way... I let her know it was okay to talk to me.”

“Good, then tell me about her. I mean, we all know the official story, but I want you to tell me about her history – tell me what made her who she was. Shepard grew up in the colonies. Did she ever tell you what that was like?”

I run a hand through my hair, “Yeah, she did. It was hard for her, you know? I could tell she didn’t like remembering that stuff. I had to let her come out with it in her own time.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

I nod reluctantly, “I guess so. It doesn’t seem fair to leave it out.” I finish my cup, sitting back once more. “Shepard grew up on Mindoir...”




“Kira? It’s six thirty and dinner is almost ready.”

“Okay, Mom.”

The light is fading, sending a pale pink glow across the sky. On the horizon, the tell-tale rainclouds are beginning to mass, just like they do every night here on Mindoir. Kira estimates they have at least another hour before the rain comes. She returns to her friend, a little boy of eight, who is kicking a ball around the grass on her front lawn. “Isn’t it almost time for you to go home, Sam?”

Sam just laughs and keeps playing with the soccer ball Kira had given him. “Just one more round, Kira! Please?” His big blue eyes plead up at her. “It is my birthday tomorrow. Please?”

Kira laughs and steps back, giving in to his pleas. “Alright, one more round.”

“Alright!” Sam exclaims, kicking the ball toward her.

Kira’s shoe connects with the ball, sending it back across the grass to her young friend. “And there’s the kick off!” She adopts the voice of a sport commentator, to the boy’s great amusement. Sam is giggling mischievously as Kira dodges tauntingly from side to side, “It is the Mindoir Matadors versus the Eden Excelsiors – who will win the battle of the decade? This is the deciding round. Who will emerge with the champion’s trophy?”

Sam swings his leg around and fires the ball back at her. Kira lunges for it, blocking it from landing between the two bushes behind her. “And Eden blocks a goal!” Sam yells.

“Now the ball is coming back down the inside of the field. Is this Eden’s chance to save the game?” Kira kicks the soccer ball from foot to foot, grinning impishly as the little boy moves to match her.

“The Matadors are ready!” Sam shouts.

“And Eden is going to make a move – is this it? Is this the winning goal of the season?”

No!” Sam is laughing, racing to meet her in the centre of the yard. He kicks the ball from between her feet. “This is the winning goal!” His shoe connects with the skin of the ball, and it lands with a triumphant thud between the bushes.

Kira throws her hands up in the air, putting on a face of mock devastation. “And Eden has lost – the Matadors have the trophy!”

Sam pulls his shirt up over his head, running around the lawn with a victorious yell. It’s Kira’s turn to laugh. She seizes the boy gently by the arms, swinging him off the ground and ruffling his hair.

“Well done, Sam. Now quick – you’d better get home before your mother starts to worry,” she gives him a gentle push on the back.

“Thanks for the game, Kira!”

“See you tomorrow.” She waves to him from the front gate, then turns and walks inside.

The smell of hot bread greets her, wrapping itself around her like a warm hug. She can’t help but smile. This is her favourite time of day. The birds are singing as the sun sets outside, and inside, her mother is laying the dinner table. Her father is in the living room, sitting in his favourite chair and reading the evening headlines. He’d done that every day since she was very small. Even though it has been almost ten years since they relocated to Mindoir, her family had hardly changed. Part of Kira knows they never will, and the notion makes her silently grateful.

“Sam looked like he had a lot of fun today,” her mother, Anna, says to her from the kitchen doorway. She holds out a platter of sliced bread toward her, “You are so good to him.”

Kira smiles, taking the tray from her mother’s hands. “He’s been good for me too. I never thought I’d be any good with younger children.”

Anna shakes her head, “You have an old mind, sweetheart. Don’t let it condemn you before you’ve even begun.”

“I’ll try not to,” Kira nods as she takes the tray into the dining room.

Her father looks up from his datapad. “Hey, Button.”

“Hey Dad.”

“Is dinner ready?”

“I think so.” She places the bread on the table, and then leans over the back of the chair to press a kiss to his forehead. “Anything interesting in the headlines?”

“Yandoa had an incident yesterday. A cargo ship exploded in their atmosphere, causing wide-spread exposures to element zero,” William sighs, standing up and stretching his arms. “I can’t even begin to imagine what sort of consequences that will have on the colonists there.”

“Kira, sweetie, can you go and close the front door?” Anna wipes her hands on a tea towel, “I think the rain is going to start early this evening.”


Walking down the hall, Kira pauses as she feels a faint tremor beneath her feet. Her brow furrows as her dad exclaims, “Did you feel that?”

Kira is just wrapping her hand around the door knob when suddenly it happens again. This time, it’s much stronger. The glass vase on the sideboard topples onto the ground, shattering around her feet. The pictures on the wall are shaking, scraping against the plaster. As Kira glances out the door, she can see the tiles falling from their roof and shattering on the ground.

What is going on?

A moment later, a ball of flame erupts overhead. The houses across the street are vaporised as a shockwave rolls across the ground. The force of it knocks Kira off her feet. She lets out a scream, closing her eyes against the wind that lashes at her through the screen of the door.

Strong hands grip her by the shoulders, pulling her back and away from the heat of the blast.

“Its okay, Button, I’ve got you.”

She reaches up and wraps an arm around his neck. “Dad...”

“It’s okay.”

Kira looks up to see that her father has pulled a gun from the drawer of the sideboard. Her eyes widen, her throat tightening.

Her father was a doctor. While he had always kept the gun in the house, it was never loaded, and it was definitely never touched. Now, he was reaching for a heat sink, sliding it into the chamber with a dark look on his face.

“Anna, Kira, stay here and stay down.”

Anna reaches out and grabs him by the arm. “Be careful, Will.”

He nods, and then slowly opens the front door, disappearing beneath the thick blanket of smoke that has now enveloped their house.

Kira stands up, shakily at first, but soon her legs have regained their strength. “What was that?”

Anna’s face is pale. She bites her lip and doesn’t answer.

Then they hear it – gunfire. Long bursts of it come from across the street, followed by harsh screams.

Anna’s grip on Kira’s arm tightens. “Oh my...”

Suddenly, the front door is thrown open. The silhouette of a man fills the doorway, his gun outlined in the ghostly smoke. He aims the barrel straight at Anna.

“Step out here, now!”

Terrified, Kira’s mother complies. Now the ghostly figure points at Kira, “And you.”

She swallows back the bile rising in her throat. Her feet don’t budge.

The figure takes a step inside the house. As he does, Kira can begin to see his face more clearly now. She realises that he’s a Batarian – and that he’s wearing camouflage gear, just like the mercenaries in the news.

“Get over here,” He growls at her, cocking the gun menacingly.

Kira shrinks back, “What do you want with us?”

The Batarian sneers, “You’ll find out. Now move.”

Her mind races with options. After a long moment, Kira slowly shakes her head.

Anna’s mouth drops open, “Kira—”

Another Batarian appears in the doorway, grabbing her mother violently by the arm and putting a gun to her head. “Gorak, leave the girl. Code fifteen. We need to go – now.”

They back out of the house, slamming the door behind them and leaving Kira alone in the murky darkness. A drop of sweat rolls down her face.

What now?

Then she hears it – a low whistling sound.

In an instant, she’s thrown to the ground, lying helplessly on her back. The world disappears in a flash of brilliant white. She can’t hear or see. Her arms are pinned to her sides as debris rains down around her, pinning her down, burying her legs and her body... Somewhere beyond the confusion she can hear screaming. A voice echoes in her mind, shrieking, calling her name. Then she hears the gunfire, and the voice falls silent. As the bricks settle, Kira struggles to breathe. Her head swims from the pain.

Can’t... Can’t move...

She slips into unconsciousness.




A sharp jolt brings her back. It feels like just a few seconds have passed since the house caved down on her, but as Kira wakes, something warns her that it may have been a lot longer. Water is dripping down onto her face. She realises that somewhere above her, it is raining.

“Can you hear me down there?”

She slowly forces her eyes open. There is a tiny stream of light coming through the rubble above her. Water is seeping down through it, blinding her temporarily. “Yes... Yes I can.” Her voice is weak and raspy.

“Thank God.” It’s a man’s voice, deep and reassuring. “Don’t worry; we’ll get you out of there.”

Kira’s arms are scratched and bleeding, but nevertheless she manages to sit up a fraction in the small air pocket. A steel girder has come to a rest just above her, stopping the rest of the debris from burying her completely. Somehow, she’s still alive. Kira breathes a quick prayer of thankfulness. “What... What happened?”

“Just hang on.”

A rope is lowered down through the hole, and Kira grasps it with both hands.

“Are you able to move?”

“I... I think so.”

“Good. We’re going to pull you out, so wrap the rope around your waist.”

She follows the instructions, and sucks in a shaky breath. “I’m ready.”

The first pull is excruciating. Kira cries out as agony shoots through her. She fights to pull her legs out from under a pile of loose brick. She closes her eyes, fighting to stay conscious as dizziness and nausea set in. The next pull is a little kinder. Now she’s slowly inching her way up the narrow shaft. It’s only a few meters, but it feels as though it’s taken hours to get this far.

Finally, hands grip her shoulders and heave her out and into the rain. The water washes over her, rolling off her face as she collapses on her back. A man leans over her, his worried face obscured by a bright torch beam.

“You’re safe now,” he tells her in that kind voice.

Kira manages a nod despite the darkness seeping into the corners of her vision.

“My name is David Anderson. What’s yours, child?”

“Shepard.” She takes a deep breath, gulping in the cold night air. “Kira Shepard.”

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Previous: Prologue
Next: Chapter 2

Kaidan admits that perhaps he took a little longer to get to know Shepard than he would have liked. At last he reveals a little of what she told him about her colonist background...

Based on my first (and favourite) Shepard, "The Soul Behind The Name" (previously titled 'Lost Without You') focuses on the untold love story between Kira Shepard and Kaidan Alenko throughout the Mass Effect Trilogy. 

While I've been writing novels for a few years now, this is my first fan-fiction. So please enjoy it. Feedback is always welcome. :happybounce: 

PS. I love to listen to music while I write, and often one song takes on more relevance for each chapter. Songs have a strong influence on my emotions while I write. So if you're interested, I'm going to include the song that most influenced each of my chapters. Enjoy! :D (Big Grin) 
'There For You' – Bryan Rice 
With no one to hold on till you hit the ground
Searching for some place to run to run to
You fell out of existence you got lost in the crowd
Always your back against the wall
I'll turn your life around into something good
Don't face this world alone,
Cause I'm there for you my love
You'll find me in the mirror waiting for you
Oh baby, hold on, we'll make it...
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Title: Mass Effect - The Soul Behind The Name: Chapter 10
Author: Reellifejaneway2 (Joanna Knowles)
Game: Mass Effect Trilogy
Characters/Pairing: Kaidan Alenko & FemShep (Kira Shepard)
Disclaimer: Mature Themes (language). Mass Effect and all its characters are the intellectual property of Bioware/EA.

I glance down at my omni-tool to see that it’s almost four in the morning. I swipe the back of my hand across my eyes, desperately trying to ignore my body’s growing demand for sleep. I spent several hours just walking in the dark, but that was before midnight. Finally, I returned back to my dingy apartment and settled down with my datapad. What had at first been a simple idea has now become a fully fledged memoir. I don’t think I’ve ever written so much in all my life.

Of all the things I had dreamed of being in my life, the word ‘author’ had never really fit with me. The Memoirs of Major Kaidan Alenko. It sounds more like a B-rate drama than a biography.


There are many kinds: The ones that haunt your waking hours with hopes and ambitions; others that cloud your vision and make you lose all track of reality. Some dreams are beautiful fantasies, a journey to a distant world with old friends waiting to sweep you away on wild adventures. Then there are the dreams that shatter your sleep with terror.

I am one of many unfortunate individuals who suffer from the latter. The nightmares haven’t stopped since the Battle of London: Every morning I wake in a cold sweat, the lingering image of Shepard facing Harbinger seared into my memory. The worst part is knowing that I’m one of the lucky ones. I have heard of many soldiers who came home from the war with much worse things than nightmares. The injuries don’t stop at your skin. They burn into your soul, eat away at your conscience and annihilate your joy. Some of the men have been so damaged psychologically that they can barely speak. Others teeter on the brink of self-destruction, every passing hour sending them further and further towards that fatal abyss.

In comparison, I’m almost grateful for the nightmares. They are a far kinder punishment, and one that I can bear with relative ease.

I lean back against the head of my cot, groaning for what has to be the millionth time as the angular wooden board digs into my spine. I shift my weight, reaching for a thin pillow to prop behind my back before settling back once more. The datapad is getting heavier in my hands. I’m fighting to stay alert – Emily needs this chapter tomorrow afternoon. Eventually I decide that the battle simply isn’t worth fighting and I give into the desire to sleep. I let my tired head fall back against the wall, closing my eyes against the exhaustion settling across my eyes.


I smile as a warm breath washes over my neck, and my heart leaps as Kira’s familiar lips press tenderly against the corner of my jaw. I know she’s only in my mind. She is far away, lost to me. But at least in this world halfway between sleep and waking, I can feel her touch, hear her voice...

“I missed you today,” I sigh, relishing the thought of her beside me.

The beautiful phantom wraps her arms around me, nestling her forehead into the crook of my neck. “I missed you too.” After a few moments, Shepard lifts her head and glances down at the datapad in my hands. “What are you working on?”

“Nothing,” I smile at her mischievously, hiding the screen behind me so she can’t read it. 

Kira’s mouth twists into a knowing grin. She raises her brow – I can see she’s accepted my challenge. “If it is ‘nothing’, then why are you so keen to hide it from me? I wonder.” Shepard runs her hand up my chest, a teasing glint alerting me to the fact that she’s making plans for my undoing.

I decide to beat her to the punch.

Kira lets out a surprised yelp as I start tickling her stomach. She doubles over, swiping at my arms in a futile attempt to escape. But it’s no use – I’ve got her firmly pinned down, and tears begin to form in her eyes in response to my relentless attack.

“Kaidan! Stop!” She chokes out between bursts of laughter.

“Not a chance,” I smirk. “I may not get another chance to do this, you know.”

She sobers at this, staring up at me sadly as my hands fall still. “I’m not gone yet.”

“So you keep saying.” I reach down and push away her messed hair from her forehead. “But one day you will be, and I’ll have to come to terms with that.”

Her eyes are so beautiful – rich mahogany irises plead with me not to send her away just yet. “You were always strong, Kaidan. You will be again.”

“And what if I’m not?” I whisper, that old aching hole pushing aside all the warmth in my soul. “Kira, when you’re not here, I lose half of myself – the better half.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down so that my cheek is resting on her chest. Even though I know I’m only dreaming, the sound of her heartbeat is so clear, so strong. Her lungs rise as they draw in each new breath; she’s so real in that moment that I can feel the reassuring warmth of her skin against me. “I’m not gone,” She promises, her hand running through my hair. “There is still hope – hold onto that. It’s your choice, Kaidan.”

I nod gently, staring up into her eyes as the fog of sleep presses down on me. “Will you be here when I wake?”

“Always,” She promises, her sad eyes brimming with unshed tears. “I promised you that I would be waiting for you, and I am. You know where to find me – I’m where I’ve always been.” Her fingers dance across my heart before moving up to cup my chin in her hands. “So don’t you about forget me, Major.”

“Never,” I pledge, the words escaping my mouth in both the dream world and the real one.

In my mind’s eye, her red hair falls across her neck as she kisses me. I fall away into the depths of darkness, her words lingering, echoing across the void...




“It’s been too long, Kaidan... Too long...”

I try to move my hands, but they’re frozen. Cold darkness presses in all around me, shutting out the air.

“How have you been?”

A mocking laugh bounces off the walls of my tomb, repeating over and over...

I try to scream, but the sound never leaves my throat. My lips are dry. I am desperate, wanting to cry out for help, but I know that no matter how hard I try, nobody will hear me.

Two years! My mind rages. I stretch out my hands, clawing at the empty space, searching for something to grab hold of. You left me behind – let me think that you were dead for two years!

“Did I?”

Kira’s voice floats to me, and my stomach lurches at her insidious accusation.

“You didn’t come back for me, Kaidan. You didn’t even try to find me.”

I can barely breathe. That’s not what I wanted!

“Isn’t it?”

No! Kira, no!

Suddenly a gloved hand appears and grasps my open palm. With a swift pull, I find myself standing once more in that compound on Horizon.

“Why are you doing this?” I persist, searching my surroundings for any sign of her. “Shepard! Answer me!”

She’s here, standing right in front of me now. Her hair is messed, strands of her fringe falling across her eyes as she stares up at me wickedly from beneath her brows.

“Cerberus brought me back,” She growls, and in a split second I find that her hand is wrapped around my throat. “They are working to humanity’s best interests.”

I gasp, stumble back and trip. Shepard stands over me, her face twisting in delight at my helplessness.

“Come with me, Kaidan,” She hisses, “Come back to the Normandy. It will be just like old times.”

No! I scream in my thoughts, fighting to keep a hold of my senses. “You... Are not... Shepard.”

“Let go of him!” Another voice rings out, and my captor instantly releases her grip. I fall to the ground. Strong arms wrap around me, and heaving deep breaths of relief, I stare up into that familiar face.

“I’m here, Kaidan,” Kira tells me softly, touching my cheek lovingly. She looks exactly the way I remembered: auburn hair, smooth porcelain skin... “I’ve got you.”

I reach out to her.

In that moment she transforms: hideous, trailing scars breaking through her skin and winding across the side of her face.

I let out a cry and push her away, dizzy and terrified by what I’ve just seen. “NO! You can’t be...” I grasp my head, overwhelmed by a pounding migraine. “You’re not my Shepard. You’re not Kira.”

“Kaidan, it’s me!” She rushes toward me, and out of instinct, my hand flies to my holster. I draw my pistol and level it at her head. Kira’s mouth falls open in horror. “No... Please, Kaidan. Don’t do this!”

The other Shepard – the impersonator – reappears now. Her hair has darkened into a shade of murky grey, and her eyes have started glowing red. Her skin, now an eerie shade of white, is sickeningly deformed by all those scars. I’m struck dumb as I watch the red claws spread like knife-trails across her body. The sight makes me want to be sick.

“Do it,” The deceiver taunts, her voice distorted by a throaty growl. “Pull the trigger. Kill me!”

My hand is shaking... I can’t think straight. I look back at the other Shepard standing in front of me, and instantly my heart tells me that she’s real. Somehow, she is the woman I fell in love with. Nothing makes sense except her.

But the dark apparition is still taunting me. She circles me, her hands creeping along my shoulders as her claw-like fingers scrape at my skin. With a hiss in my ear, she repeats her previous command:

“Pull. The. Trigger.”

My hand begins to move of its own accord. I fight it, desperately trying to release my grip on the gun. But something stronger than me is at work, and I’m utterly powerless to stop it.

“Kaidan!” Kira looks up at me through wide eyes. She stares in horror as the shadowy figure places more pressure on my finger. “Please, stop it! It is me – Shepard, remember? I can prove it! Please just give me a chance!” She turns to scream at the ghoul, “Release him – he’s not the one you want! Take me if it will satisfy you, but please, let him go!”

The villain throws her head back and laughs, “Oh I’m having too much fun to let you go now.” She leans in and breathes against my skin, sending a chill up my spine. “Do it. Now.”

Time slows down as I watch the events unfold. The gun goes off, the sound of the shot resonating across the compound. For a long moment, Kira’s face is frozen, her eyes locked on mine, drilling into me. All I can see in those dark irises are betrayal, a deep ache that nothing will ever heal. Then, the light in her eyes slowly begins to burn out.

Almost instantly I’m set free. Dropping the weapon, I throw myself forward to catch Shepard as she collapses.

“No... No, Kira, I’m so sorry!” I cradle her tenderly, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Please, fight it. Stay with me.”

All the colour has faded from her cheeks. Blood trickles from her lips, and her breaths are getting weaker. She forces her eyes open. “I wish I could.”

“Don’t let go!” I cry, pressing my hand against the wound. I pull her upper body upright, letting her shoulders rest against one arm as the other tries to stem the flow of blood from her stomach. “What have I done? Oh no... What have I done to you...?” Bitter tears rush down my cheeks.

Kira’s weak hand grasps mine, pulling it away from the bleeding wound. She shakes her head weakly, “It’s too late... I... I’m sorry...” She struggles to suck in one last lungful of air. “Don’t... forget me.”

Her body goes limp in my arms.

A scream tears from my throat. I hold her lifeless form closer, my lips pressed against her forehead. I rock back and forth in a desperate attempt to fend off the numbing agony. Don’t leave me here – not again! But as I look down at her peaceful face, I know that she’s already gone.

I killed her.



A strangled cry escapes my lips as I wake from the nightmare. My arms are wrapped around my crumpled pillow and sweat trickles down my skin leaving a cold trail. I’m frozen in fear.

It was just a dream, I try to tell myself, slowly dragging my mind back from dark places. C’mon, Alenko, get a grip. It was a nightmare, that’s all.

I force myself to sit up. My limbs shake terribly as I reach for the light switch, but at least with the faint light of the overhead lamp, I can see that I’m in the passenger quarters of an Alliance transport – not on Horizon like I’d dreamed.

Thank goodness.

It’s been just a little less than a day since I saw her, but time seems to have passed so much more rapidly than that. The shock anaesthetized me to it all – the rescue team’s arrival, the questions from doctors and military personnel. I barely remember anything that happened after I walked away. I left her there, angry and hurt. It’s eating me alive. The only thing I can see is her watching me as I walk away, the look of betrayal in her eyes...

I cover my face with my trembling hands, breathing a shaky sigh.

Why did you have to be with them?

After all these months of grief, seeing her alive had been the miracle I’ve been longing for. But she isn’t my Kira anymore. Not really.

You choose Cerberus, Kira. Cerberus! You joined with the enemy and left me out here in the cold.

I’d be lying if I said that Shepard’s offer to join her crew hadn’t been tempting – it had been. I wanted more than anything to be with her again. But what if, like in my dream, she’s a fake? An impersonator? A clone? The thought is sickening.

But now that I think back, there is an even more horrifying possibility: What if that was my Shepard? What if that was the same Kira I fell in love with two years ago? And after everything I said...

Hell. She must hate me.

I force myself to stand on unbalanced legs, falling against the wall of my small compartment with a loud bang.

At that moment, the com flares to life.

“Commander Alenko, we’re due to arrive at the Citadel in just under an hour. Can I arrange ground transport for you?”

“No thanks,” I manage to tell the transport steward, swiping at the droplets of sweat running down my forehead. “I’ll be fine.”

The channel falls silent and I spend the next five minutes staring down at my shadow, contemplating my next move.

Finally it hits me: There is one person who knew it all. One person who could have given me the answers before the nightmare on Horizon unravelled. Anger swells up inside my chest, pushing aside the aching loneliness almost instantly.

Looks like it’s time to pay a friend a visit. I need answers.



“Why didn’t you tell me?”

My voice booms across Anderson’s office, bouncing off the walls and almost visibly colliding with the Councillor. He jumps, his dark eyes levelling with mine.

“Alenko – you’re back. I heard about what happened on Horizon...”

I slam my hands down on his desk, leaning into his personal space. I’m not even bothering to hide my fury. “You knew. All this time.”

No sooner have the words left my mouth than I see Anderson slump in his chair. The mask of denial is a transparent one – one which I can read through so easily.

“Shepard came to you didn’t she?” I spit out the words with growing ire. “How long ago? Hell, Anderson, had I even left for Horizon? You could have told me!”

Anderson’s face falls and he looks down at his hands. After a long pause, I hear the faintest whisper: “No.”

“No?” I push away and cross my arms. “Is that it? That’s all the explanation I get? What the hell is that even supposed to mean, Anderson?”

“No, I couldn’t tell you.”

“Why? Udina?”

“No.” Anderson stands up and moves toward me, his arms hanging limp by his sides. Pronounced lines appear across his forehead, evidence of extreme stress on his part. He looks utterly defeated, and suddenly I feel my anger abating out of pity for the man. “Alenko, we both heard the rumours. We both wanted to believe she was alive. But I always knew the chances...” His voice trails off as he raises his hand to his forehead.

“How long ago?” I repeat my question.

“The day after you left.”

I let the air escape my lungs, feeling suddenly relieved that Anderson’s mission hadn’t been a set-up. “So she didn’t steer you toward Horizon.”

The Councillor’s eyes widen. “Is that what you thought?”

“I... I don’t know what to think.” I sink down onto a chair, staring out the large windows across the glistening white presidium. “I just encountered a ghost.”

Anderson turns away, pacing the room anxiously. “I gather she told you...”

“About Cerberus?” I groan. “Yeah. She did.”

“Alenko, she has good intentions.”

“Good intentions won’t save her from a knife in her back!” I exclaim in frustration. “Does she really think that Cerberus is just going to let her walk away once she’s done? Even if she stops the Collectors, Cerberus will have a plan. I know them. I’ve seen what they can do. Shepard is practically signing her own death warrant by working with those vipers!”

Anderson points to a file on his desk. “Open it.”

A chill rushes through me as I hesitate.

The Councillor picks up the folder and holds it out to me. “If you want to save Shepard, then you need to read this.”

My hands shake as I accept the offering. “And how do I know it’s not another Cerberus trap?”

“Because this information came through a very reliable source.”


“An old friend – one with powerful new connections.”

My eyes widen. What does he know that I don’t? “Enough secrets, Anderson. Who is your source?”

The Councillor sighs in defeat. “Liara T’Soni.”

My mouth falls open in shock. “But... I haven’t heard from Liara in years. What is going on here?”

“Let’s just say she knows first-hand that Shepard really is who she claims to be.” Anderson nods toward the folder. “Take a look for yourself.”

“Before I do, is this on or off the record?”

“Off. Alenko, that information is not to leave this room.”

I nod, trying to fight the urge to shiver. I flick open the file, biting back a cry of shock as I find dozens of photographs: Some are obviously retrieved from security vid footage, while others are the masterful work of an assassin’s scope. But it doesn’t take a genius to figure out the connection between them.

The first photograph, bearing the grainy texture of a vid, has captured the inside of a laboratory. My eyes immediately dart to the white and gold symbol on the wall, before settling on the table in the centre of the room. A table nearby is strewn with burnt armor plating, but even with the charring I can see the distinctive white and red N7 stripe down the right arm pieces. Two people in white lab coats are leaning over a body. I choke as I recognise Shepard’s face, but what are they doing? Are they operating on her? Building a clone? Maybe altering an operative’s face... No matter what the explanation, she’s almost perfectly identical to the Shepard I knew and loved – my Kira. Except I can see more of those glowing scars across her skin, the only indication that the procedure is not quite complete.

As I look closer, I realise that Kira’s hand is reaching up. She’s not asleep!

“Anderson, where did these come from?” I hold up the picture, my heart racing. “What the hell was Cerberus doing?”

“Look at the next one,” comes the cryptic reply.

The next image was taken on Freedom’s Progress – again, security footage. I immediately recognise the compound from the files that Anderson had shown me a few weeks ago. Shepard is crouching behind a crate, grasping a grenade launcher in her hands. But that’s not what catches my eye. It’s what’s on the roof across the compound. I lean in, trying to get a clearer view of the strange shadowy figure. “There’s someone watching her!”

“And the next one,” Anderson repeats, and I obey, a growing sense of foreboding clutching at my heart.

Omega – the slums, obviously. Then the Citadel, outside the embassies; but with every picture I find that my eyes are seeking out that ever-present shadow on the upper balcony. And there it is, looking down at her with glinting, hungry eyes. I shuffle the pictures in my hands, examining the newest one: Horizon. My cheeks flush with heat as I see Shepard and I embracing, completely oblivious to our treacherous spectator. My blood runs cold when I see that black figure crouching on the upper balcony of one of the houses. The lens of this hidden camera caught it all.

“This was just two days ago,” I murmur breathlessly. “Liara is fast. Do I even want to know how she got this information?”

The answer comes in the form of a very slight shake of the head. “You said it yourself, Alenko: Cerberus is not just going to let Shepard walk away from this.” Anderson puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “But they don’t know yet that we have this information. We’re one step ahead of them. Liara has reason to believe that this man is working for the Illusive Man personally, and that he’s been assigned to take out Shepard as soon as she shows any sign of doubt.”

“But why?” I blink in confusion, “If the Illusive Man dedicated so much of his own time and resources into Shepard, why would he assign an assassin to eradicate her? She’s practically one of his own.”

“Because he knows the real Commander Shepard – and he knows she’s out of his control. Kira will turn away. One day she will rebel against his orders, but when she does, he will try to use every other option he has before ordering that assassin to pull the trigger,” Anderson tells me. “But it’s more than that, Alenko. If Shepard is a clone, or a Cerberus operative, then why would he need an assassin to watch her?”

This suggestion makes my head reel, and with sudden horror, I stand and back away from the Councillor. “Then... Then it really is Kira.”

“According to Liara, yes,” Anderson nods. “Don’t ask me how they brought her back from the dead, because I honestly don’t know.” He looks earnestly into my face before asking, “Do you see why I showed you?”

I nod, sucking in a shaky breath. “What do you need me to do?”

“I’ve already spoken with the head of the Alliance Special Task Force,” Anderson says quietly, leading me from his office and down the empty corridors of the embassy. “Shepard is incredibly valuable, Alenko. Not just personally to you and I, but as an informant.”

My cheeks flush even redder at Anderson’s comment, but despite this, I decide it’s best not to address the issue. I pull down my jacket sleeves a little further as we step out onto the presidium. “I have the feeling there is more to this than you’re telling me.”

“And you’d be right,” the Councillor concedes. “I can’t possibly talk about all the details, but I will tell you that there have been three instances now of Shepard turning over valuable information to the Alliance – behind Cerberus’ back.”

A shudder rushes through me. “So the Illusive man has definite suspicions about her. Okay, so what now? We can’t protect her, not officially. She’s a traitor.”

“Shepard knows that she’s in danger,” Anderson says quietly as we pass the Krogan monument. “She never said as much, but I just know that she’s uncomfortable working for Cerberus. And I get the feeling that if we know about this stalker, then she probably knows too.”

I stop dead in my tracks. “If Kira is aware of the stalker, then she’s going to do something, Anderson. I can feel it. Danger is like a flame to her, and she’s the moth. She goes straight for it and never thinks twice about the consequences.”

“And that’s where you come in.”

Anderson directs me toward a small alleyway, running behind one of the lower consular buildings. I blink rapidly as we step into the shadows, fighting the bright spots flashing across my eyes as they adjust to the sudden darkness.

A few moments later, we reach a dead-end. Or at least what looks like one. Anderson brings up his omni-tool, and after pressing his thumb against the screen, a tiny red light flashes. A concealed panel glides open, revealing a steel door. Another beam appears, and scans us both from head to toe.

“Stand as still as you can – it’s just scanning for unauthorised materials,” Anderson reassures me.

By now I’m realising that Anderson is involved in much more than just the Council.

“No wonder you’ve been avoiding Udina,” I breathe, the implications hitting me like a punch to the gut. “If he gets wind of this...”

Even in the semi-dark, I can see the confirmation of my suspicions reflecting in the Councillor’s eyes. “Then I’ll be booted off the Council, and most likely, retired – and I’m don’t mean in a villa by the beach.”

As we step into the elevator, Anderson reaches into his pocket and hands me a sealed folder. A new clearance pass falls onto my sweaty palm. Anderson grasps me by the shoulder, “As of this moment, you are Major Kaidan Alenko, commanding officer of the 1st Special Operations Biotic Company.”

My jaw slackens a little. “Major? And I only just got used to being called ‘Commander’.”

“According to the official files, this is a group of talented students, and you are their new teacher. You were selected by the Alliance for the job due to your talent and experience. But even the Alliance will acknowledge that this group is a covert one: students or no, to the rest of the world, these people don’t exist.”

The elevator doors glide open and I find myself standing in a large office. The lighting is dim, and computer terminals are aligned along every wall – it almost reminds me of staring into the tiny eyes of an insect, all these shimmering screens reflecting light. Anderson nods at a few security guards before leading me into a side room. He locks the door after us and opens a large cupboard at the far end of the compartment.

“Here, take these.”

I accept yet another package – this time, a bag containing a change of clothes. “A new uniform? Next thing you’ll be telling me that I have to move house and change my face too.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” He laughs. “Don’t tell me you’re not up for a little bit of espionage, Alenko?”

I let a reluctant grin play across my face. “What was it Shepard said – I am a romantic who joined the military for the dream? Maybe she was right after all.”

“Well, you might not be calling this mission a dream once it is over.” Anderson passes me a large duffel bag. “I’ve called in a few favours. Managed to scrounge up a few weapon mods, some tracking equipment, and a top-of-the-line code breaking kit. You’ll need them.” He indicates at the bag, “You will want to change now.”

I obey, accepting the new set of blues that Anderson hands me. “Talk to me, Anderson. I’m flying blind here.” My gut twists. “This ‘Special Company’ of mine isn’t actually a group of students at all, is it?”

“No.” The Councillor is still flicking through the contents of the duffel bag, pulling out various items: An omni-tool upgrade pack, a new pair of boots (which I’m guessing have some kind of tracker in the sole), and a wrist-watch. The Councillor indicates for me to extend my wrist. I do so, and he clasps the silver chain around it. I frown. “What’s this for?”

“It’s a tracking beacon,” Anderson enlightens me, “So I can keep track of your position at all times.”

Finally, with my new uniform and accessories in place, my friend turns to me with a sad smile on his face. “Here’s the deal: The operative stalking Shepard is a chameleon – they can change their face and their names just as easily as we can change our shirts. Liara did manage to find out that is that the assassin is communicating with the Illusive Man, but that is all she could tell me. But if this creep is going after Shepard, then the chances are we won’t know it’s them until they’ve already fired the gun.”

I swallow nervously. “Anderson – Shepard’s planning on defecting, isn’t she?”


“How soon?”

“I don’t know. All I know is that when I get the signal, we’ll need to move quickly.”

I put a hand to my head. “So where do I come in?”

“You’re the man in the shadows,” The Councillor says, his voice lowering. “Shepard will need somebody to keep her safe, and if she’s planning on going through with her plan, then she’ll need the best. That’s you. Your job is to watch and to make sure nobody gets close enough to her to hurt her. Do whatever it takes.”

“I’m guessing that you haven’t told Shepard about my role yet?”

“And I don’t intend to.”

I gawk at him in disbelief, “You can’t be serious!”

“She can’t know,” Anderson insists, shaking his head firmly. “I have already arranged for a personal bodyguard and safe accommodation for Shepard, but trust me on this, Kira will be safer not knowing about your role in this. Alenko, if her behaviour indicates to the stalker in any way that he’s been discovered, then it will blow the whole operation.”

“Then how do I catch this assassin without being seen?”

“They’ll do the work for you if you wait long enough. They will only come out in the open when they’re ready to take the kill shot – and that’s when you’ll need to be there.”

Anxiety wells up inside my stomach, and I fight the nauseating sensation that’s crawling up my throat. “And who is this bodyguard?”

“I believe you two already know each other – James Vega?”

I nod, rubbing my eyes absently. “Yes, the survivor from Fehl Prime. I didn’t realise he was involved in this scheme.”

“It was a recent development,” Anderson tells me as he puts my old uniform and pass into a storage box.

“And what about my ‘students’?”

“They will be undercover operatives, working alongside you, acquiring new intel for you to follow up – and they’ll be your back-up, should the situation become out of hand.”

“Sounds like all that’s left is to bring in the Normandy.”

“As soon as I get the information, I’ll notify you.” Anderson exhales nervously, “I just hope that Cerberus doesn’t get to her before we do.”

I stretch out my shoulders and head for the door. “I’ve got this, Anderson. I won’t let you down.”

My old friend puts a heavy hand on my shoulder. “It’s not me you are doing this for, Alenko. Shepard needs you, even if she doesn’t know it yet. By God, Kaidan, promise me you’ll keep her alive.”

A tremor of self-doubt rocks me even as I nod my confident reply: “I don’t like this. But I promise you that I’ll do everything within my power to protect her – no matter the cost.”

As we step back out onto the Presidium, the Councillor shakes my hand. “I’m glad that you’re the one in charge of this. And I’m saying this as your friend: please be careful.”

“Always, Sir.”

 I shove my hands in my pockets as he walks away. After Anderson retreats back into the warm corridors of the Embassy, I begin the long stroll back to my sky car. A cold breeze washes over me. The Citadel is usually warm with its high-tech climate control systems. But right now I could be standing in the middle of a desert and it wouldn’t help. The chill is spreading through my bones and seeping into my chest. I remember this feeling. I struggled with it on Eden Prime, the night before Virmire, and in the hours after Shepard stole the Normandy...

If this is all true, and Shepard really is who she claims she is, then it’s up to me to protect her from Cerberus. But deep down, I’m terrified. They’re a whole organisation. I’m just one man. 

Finally it dawns on me: What if Shepard’s message address is in the file Anderson gave me? What if I could get through to her somehow? A lump rises in my throat. What would I even say to her? ‘I’m sorry for being angry, but I still don’t trust you?’ I can’t even warn her about the Cerberus threat. And then there is the possibility that Cerberus is monitoring her communications. What if she has been brainwashed into giving them intel on the Alliance? Worse: What if my anger toward her has convinced her that Cerberus really is on her side...?

I have to get through to her somehow. I have to try!

I lift my arm, bringing up the com-screen on my omni-tool. My fingers hover over the keys nervously. Should I...? It’s a big risk. But if Anderson is right, and the woman I loved is still alive, then it’s a chance I have to take.

I bite back my nervousness and begin typing:

‘Dear Kira...’


‘Hey Kira...’

Definitely not! Keep it simple... Just tell her the truth.

I'm sorry for what I said back on Horizon. I spent two years pulling myself back together after you went down with the Normandy. It took me a long time to get over my guilt for surviving and move on. I'd finally let my friends talk me into going out for drinks with a doctor on the Citadel. Nothing serious, but trying to let myself have a life again, you know?

I bite my lip, thinking about the reaction that is bound to follow on her end. Truly, I feel like such an idiot now for going on that blind date with Chloe Michel. I mean, it didn’t even go anywhere. But what will she think of me reading this? I don’t want to sound like I’m guilty, but hell, I just want to explain. I take a deep breath and press on.

Then I saw you, and everything pulled hard to port. You were standing in front of me, but you were with Cerberus. I guess I really don't know who either of us is anymore. Do you even remember that night before Ilos? That night meant everything to me... maybe it meant as much to you. But a lot has changed in the last two years and I can't just put that aside. 
But please be careful. I've watched too many people close to me die -- on Eden Prime, on Virmire, on Horizon, on the Normandy...’

I hesitate. The words ‘I wish things could were different’ are just too cliché, but right now, I wish I could just rewrite history, save her from that horrific death and wrap her in my arms again.

I wish I had kept you safe. I wish I hadn’t left you behind. And the truth is... The truth... is...

I desperately want to tell her that I still love her. I want to be able to warn her that an assassin is watching her. But I know that I can’t – not directly.

I couldn't bear it if I lost you again. If you're still the woman I remember I know you'll find a way to stop these Collector attacks. But Cerberus is too dangerous to be trusted. Watch yourself.
When things settle down a little... maybe... I don't know. Just take care.

I stare at the screen for a long time before finally psyching up the nerve to hit the ‘send’ button. The instant the message disappears, my gut sinks like a stone. My mind is so confused, and the pain in my head is agonizing.

I wish I could change everything.

“Oh Kira,” I moan quietly, “How did we get here...?”

I turn my pre-occupied eyes toward an advertisement post, my eyes staring off into the pixels absently.

“How can I possibly keep you safe?” I say to myself, imagining her on the Normandy somewhere, blissfully oblivious to the brewing danger. “I don’t even know if I can trust you, Shepard. How do I know you’re the same woman? How do I know Cerberus isn’t controlling you – or changed you somehow? Anderson trusts you, and I want to believe him, but I need to hear it from you. I just... I just don’t believe it yet.”

I push my hands back into my pockets and start to walk away, pausing only as a nearby news terminal flares to life.

“And now I’m speaking with the Savior of the Citadel, Commander Shepard.”

I freeze mid-step, immediately recognising the insipid tone of the notoriously invasive Khalisah Al-Jalani. I slowly turn about, feeling the air rush from my lungs at the footage on the screen.

Shepard is standing there in front of Al-Jalani’s camera, her pale face made to look almost stark white in that hideous lighting. Her auburn hair is a stark contrast against her polished armor. She’s gone and got herself a new set by the looks of it – the plating certainly isn’t standard Alliance issue, that’s for sure. It’s royal blue, highly polished, and has stark white stripes down the front and on her arm where her prized N7 colours used to be. I don’t quite know what to make of this. Has Shepard changed her appearance for a reason? Perhaps she’s trying to distance herself from the Alliance. Or vice versa. Could she be protecting the Alliance from her involvement with Cerberus...?

I shake my head, trying to clear the jumble of thoughts that come flooding in on all sides.

Focus, Alenko – just focus.

Khalisah holds out a microphone toward Kira. “Sources claim you were at the heart of the presidium during the Battle of the Citadel. It’s fair to say that the course of the battle hinged on your words.

The camera spins away from Al-Jalani to focus in on Shepard, and as it does, I catch a glimpse of that same dark-haired woman Shepard was with before on Omega. Cerberus. Shepard’s got guts stepping out in public like this, especially with Cerberus standing right next to her, watching her. Particularly after letting the galaxy believe she had died. This should be interesting to say the least. I’m amazed to see that Kira’s mask of calm is back in place – not even a flicker of discomfort at Al-Jalani steps into her personal space. Just the ever-so-slight arch of her eyebrow.

I laugh to myself as I watch the growing annoyance in Kira’s eyes. Careful, Khalisah.

But the painfully oblivious (or perhaps just deliberately rude) journalist presses on: “If true, you told Admiral Hackett to abandon the Destiny Ascension, sacrificing nearly 10,000 lives, including the previous Citadel Council.”

I suddenly remember to breathe when Shepard takes a step forward, straight into Khalisah’s comfort zone. The reporter’s face blanches.

“It was time for us to find our own path,” Kira replies steadily, her voice translating smoothly over the live telecast channel. Hearing her speak again sends a pleasured shudder up my spine, and I smile despite myself. “I was a colonist. I know how hard the galaxy can hit.” Shepard’s eyes narrow slightly in an attempt to hide her sadness at this thought. Her dark lashes are even more pronounced under the light of the camera, but even in this unflattering light, I can’t help but admire her. “That day wasn’t about spite,” She continues, “It was about standing up.”

Khalisah stammers, her face turning red as she searches for a way to bring the interview back around to her agenda. “But what about inter-species relations—”

Kira’s eyes close for a moment, and when they open, I catch a glimpse of that angry spark, the flaming urge to ball up her fist and slam it into that invasive reporter’s jaw. Even I’m astounded that Kira instead opts for a gentler approach. But there’s no mistaking the irritation in her voice as she replies: “We have a new Council, new friends. We took a tragic vacuum and created an opportunity.” Shepard folds her arms and smirks. “Unless, you’re saying humanity and our many partner species don’t deserve that chance to excel?” A small burst of pride wells up inside my chest as Kira leans forward slightly, closing the interview with a confident tone. “Don’t insult them. It’s beneath you.”

As Shepard turns and strolls away (with what I interpret to be a vaguely arrogant strut) Al-Jalani concludes, “Commander Shepard, first human spectre, hero of the battle of the citadel.”

With that, the news terminal cuts to another report.

The crowd that has gathered to watch the transmission begins to disperse. Two Asari begin to discuss their menu for this evening’s dinner. A Turian and a Salarian exchange details about some new fantasy game. A Volus starts complaining to a C-Sec officer about his lost credit chit. And somewhere in the midst of the tumult of emotions and memories raging in my brain, I remember that I was on my way home. Suddenly, I’m just me again: Plain old Kaidan, standing in the middle of the Presidium and trying to remember where he parked his car.

As I start to walk, I can’t help but ponder on what I just saw. Kira seemed confident, even pleased with the opportunity to show her face on a public news broadcast. But now that I think about it, there is a definite advantage to putting up with Al-Jalani for two minutes. If Cerberus thought they would simply be able to eliminate Shepard at the end of her usefulness, their mission just became a whole lot more complicated. Because now the entire galaxy knows for sure: Kira Shepard – the first human Spectre, hero of the Citadel – has returned from the dead. And I just happen to know that there is at least one person out here who still loves her.


---Meanwhile on the Normandy---


She keeps her chin held high as she strolls down the corridor and onto the lower cargo deck. The engineers watch her cautiously, and she resists the urge to growl at them as she passes.

Cerberus groupies, she sneers, turning away from the prying eyes with a shrug of complacency.

She never wanted to be here. She hated Cerberus for what they did to her, and that isn’t about to change. Most girls would have let the label overwhelm them, crush their individuality and push them into a dark corner of obscurity.

But not her. She owned her label. She had made it her strength instead of her punishment.

Because I’m Subject Zero.

Jack resented that Shepard had come to retrieve her, had dragged her from one prison straight into another. But at least the Commander had been decent enough to let her into Cerberus’ files. That was something. Jack had asked half expecting to be outright denied. Instead, an hour later the folder had been in her hands. Now, thanks to this stranger, she knows her name – her real name. She knows her history. And something inside her wonders if perhaps Shepard isn’t as corrupt as she had first thought.

It wouldn’t be the first time Cerberus had commandeered an unwilling participant.

Jack rounds the corner and finds herself standing in an empty hangar bay. She can hear loud thuds and yells of frustration coming from somewhere beyond the crates a distance away...

Is someone getting it on down here? The thought makes her want to go right back to her dingy corner of the engineering sub-deck, but instead her feet push her forward until she’s no more than two feet away from the crates.

Peering around the edge of the obstruction, Jack is slightly astonished to find that somebody has set up a punching bag down here. The bean-filled sack – which is almost as tall as she is – sways furiously back and forth, grunts of pent-up anger and exertion coming from a place just out of her view. Jack decides to take a closer look. She slips around the side of the crates, leaning against them with folded arms.

It is Shepard. This catches Jack off-guard. She had expected to find Jacob, Garrus even. But Shepard?

The Commander is letting all hell loose on that poor bag, sending it flying backward with her jab punch on more than one occasion. Jack takes in the scene, amazed to see that Shepard has exchanged her black dress uniform for a worn, grey tank-top and blue cargo pants. Her fists are bound up with thin straps – no gloves. That’s a surprise. And no shoes either, just bare feet. As she watches, one of Shepard’s legs arcs upward smoothly, balancing out her body as she leans down into the side-kick. Her bean-filled victim groans on its chain, and with a swift spin on the ball of her foot, Shepard lands soundlessly back on the ground.

“You’ve got some pretty neat moves – for a girl scout,” Jack teases after a moment of silence.

Shepard doesn’t even turn around. She just reaches for the grey towel lying on the crate and pads down her neck and face.

“So this is what you do for fun.” Jack shrugs, “I can see why you like it down here. It’s quiet, and nobody wants to talk to you when you’re beating the hell outta something.”


Jack frowns slightly when she hears the lifeless tone in Shepard’s voice. Before now she’s always seemed so optimistic – energetic. The sound is almost painful. “I... I just wanted to come down here and say thanks.” The decision to try and cheer Shepard up is one that Jack almost immediately regrets. But despite her sense of chagrin, she pushes the words out. “For showing me my file, that is. And for agreeing to go to Pragia.”

Shepard stops, leaning her hands against a crate and letting her head drop down in defeat.

Jack’s heart sinks, and for the first time in years, she wonders what it would be like to reach out to somebody, to help... “You know, it’s not all bad. Being on your own. But I get it – you miss him.”

Shepard’s head snaps up at this, and she turns to stare at Jack incredulously.

“That guy on Horizon, right?” Jack presses, “I saw the way you looked at him.”

“Was it that obvious?” Shepard runs her finger across her forehead, pushing away the strands of rogue hair from her sweaty skin.

“He’s pretty hot for a f... uh, a scumbag,” Jack interjects, her face deadly serious despite the strangely light-hearted tone to her words. But when Shepard doesn’t laugh, she adds, “But I’m guessing you wouldn’t be down here punching the crap out of a heavy bag if you wanted to think about him.”

The Commander doesn’t answer, just looks across the small space toward a datapad lying on one of the nearby boxes. Jack’s eyes follow the direction of her gaze.

“He wrote to you?” She prompts, beginning to understand Shepard’s unease. She curses, “That was a hell of a thing to do. Kicks you in the guts, rubs your face in the dirt and then sends you a ‘I still don’t love you’ message after?”

“Just in case I missed that point the first time around,” Shepard mutters, slamming a right hook into the bag.

There is a long, tense silence.

Suddenly the weight of the situation hits Jack, and she bites her lip. “You really don’t want to be here do you?” The words are almost a plea, a quietly-spoken cry for reassurance from the one person on the Normandy who Jack could call a friend.

Kira lets her fists fall to her sides as she turns to study the biotic’s face. “No. No I don’t.”

“Cerberus did it to you too, huh?”

Shepard doesn’t answer – she just renews her attack, her relentless anger translating into harsh punches and grunts.

Jack stares at the ground. She doesn’t especially want to push her luck. “Look, I didn’t want to invade or anything, so I’ll just leave you to it.”

“Wait.” Shepard relaxes a little. “I’m sorry. I came down here because I didn’t want to take out my anger on anyone – including you. It’s just that...” She glances down at her hands. “I never really wanted to be here. Cerberus made that choice for me. But seeing Kaidan again just reminded me... Well. I guess we’re both a little broken.” Kira shakes her head. She’s pushing the pain away, trying to be strong. “You don’t have to go, Jack.” Then, she adds with a grin, “I wouldn’t mind having someone to spar with.”

Jack throws back her head and laughs. “Hell, Shepard. You’re always counselling me – you and your part-time psychology obsession. Guess I could help you vent for a while.” She flashes a brief, wicked grin, “But don’t think for one second that this means I want to be your friend.”

Kira hands her a wrist strap. “I think I can manage that.”



Cover Art: Here

Previous: Chapter 9
Next: Chapter 11

Kaidan returns to the Citadel in the aftermath of Horizon, and discovers that Cerberus has dastardly plans for Shepard...

Based on my first (and favourite) Shepard, "The Soul Behind The Name" (previously titled 'Lost Without You') focuses on the untold love story between Kira Shepard and Kaidan Alenko throughout the Mass Effect Trilogy.

First can I just say that this was a tremendously long chapter, and thank you to everyone who has been so wonderfully patient waiting for it!!

In this chapter I started hinting toward a new plot, and if you're thinking, 'Wait, this wasn't in the trilogy!' Then you'd be 100% right - it wasn't. But I always felt that something big happened between the end of ME2 and the start of ME3. Somewhere in there Kaidan and Shepard went from hating each other to some faint resemblance of trust... Hmm. Evil plotting in progress.  I won't give any spoilers, but lets just say that my crime-suspense writing side has stepped in for a little bit. Hope you all enjoy it!! ;) 

And you know the drill - I'd love to hear back from you! :happybounce: 

PS. I love to listen to music while I write, and often one song takes on more relevance for each chapter. Songs have a strong influence on my emotions while I write. So if you're interested, I'm going to include the song that most influenced each of my chapters. Enjoy!  

Stay – Hurts
My whole life waiting for the right time
To tell you how I feel.
Know I try to tell you that I need you.
Here I am without you.
I feel so lost but what can I do?
'Cause I know this love seems real
But I don't know how to feel.
We say goodbye in the pouring rain
And I break down as you walk away.
Stay, stay.
'Cause all my life I've felt this way
But I could never find the words to say
Stay, stay.
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A soft chime from the ship's internal alarm awoken Kai Leng from his chair at the bridge console.  Of course he trained his body to never fully lose consciousness while he slept even when the only person aboard the vessel besides him was in a holding cell.  His eyes instantly opened and he punched a few buttons on the monitor to bring up the long range scans.  So far there were no indications that he was being followed, which he expected.   None the less he had to remain vigilant after all he was classified as one of Cerberus' top agents.  

Getting up from the chair, he made his way down the ship's corridor to the holding cell.  The barrier was still in place and there were no signs of any attempts of escape. Andromeda was sitting up with the sheet tightly wrapped around her body to hide her naked form.   She appeared to be disoriented and he figured that she came to.  Her blue eyes instantly fell upon her capturer and her demeanor changed.   Eyes glaring, she demanded, "Where am I?"

"Aboard a ship…that's all you should know at this time." Kai Leng crossed his arms as he stared right back at her through the barrier.  She was no threat to him even if the blockade was not in place.  A contusion was on his forehead to where she got the best of him in her apartment, a reminder of his mistake.  

The young covered woman studied his uniform. "You're with Cerberus."

"Yes," Kai Leng replied.  It didn't matter to him if he lied to her or not.  His acknowledged affiliation wouldn't jeopardize the mission.  "That means you know what we stand for."

"Terrorists…" Andromeda spat as she gingerly touched her wounded head from the fall against the table at her place.

"An alien sympathizer would instantly make that assumption.  We are a pro-human organization that is working towards eradicating the poison that has consumed our race. And to me…" Kai Leng's eyes narrowed, "You are a traitor to the human race."

"Me?" The prisoner scoffed, staggering a bit to put more weight on her knees as she stood up; her hands still clutching the sheet tightly to her body.

"You had sexual relations with a Turian…you have no respect for what happened to us during the First Contact War." The Cerberus agent remarked as anger rose in his voice.

"Both sides lost many lives; it was a war that shouldn't have happened in the first place!"  Andromeda's knees wobbled as she fell some and then pressed her back against the wall for more leverage.

"I have placed a medigel pack in the corner for you.  You may use it if you wish, but that's all you get." The Asian man watched on. "We will be arriving in two more hours so try to be comfortable until then."

"Why am I here?!"  The woman eyed the medigel pack; however, she appeared to be ignoring his generosity.
"The Illusive Man wants you for a meeting."

"For what purpose?"

"That is all you should know." Leng turned and made his way back to the bridge of the ship, ignoring the young woman's demands for him to return and answer her.  

"Come back, you asshole!"  Andromeda yelled at the dark haired male as he left, but his body never paused as he soon left through the sliding door.  Sighing loudly in frustration, she glanced around noticing that it appeared that they were the only two onboard and the barrier that held her within the cell was generated by a control panel  about ten feet away.  Escape at the present moment was out of the question and she decided to go ahead and open up the medigel pack.  

Glancing around to make sure that the man wasn't watching her through any type of security cams, she lowered her sheet to her mid waist to examine the lacerations that were vertically down her back.  The blood had congealed and hardened, however, she had to monitor the healing to make sure there would be no infection.   Reaching back as far as she could, she applied the gel to a partial area of the wound and hoped that the uncovered area would be treated at another time.  Her mind flashed back to the moment to where the injury occurred:  Vakarian and she were at the peak of their session; the Turian's claws dug into her flesh causing her to muffle her cries against his shoulder.  She realized that Garrus had no idea about what he did since a Turian's flesh was made up a tough leathery texture.  Their razor sharp talons would just prick against their hides but barely penetrate unless they used full force.  

Slumping back against the wall into a sitting position, Andromeda rested her head against the wall feeling the instant relief of the gel's formula taking away the pain to her head and back.  

A light flashed on the console as Kai Leng returned to the pilot's chair indicating that he had incoming transmission from a restricted user.  There was no doubt that it was the Illusive Man.  Punching in his password, he waited for the encrypted message to come through.  There was a ten second delay as the image appeared on the screen; the Illusive Man was sitting his chair with a cigarette in his hand.  "Leng, I'm assuming that nothing has changed since your last report."

"She woke up and began asking questions."

The Illusive Man tapped the ashes from the cigarette into the tray beside his hand.  "What all did you tell her?" He didn't seem to be upset at all by his response. The Illusive Man had full confidence that Kai Leng would be very limited in his answers.

"She was on a ship with an unknown destination to her.  She already recognized that I was with Cerberus." Kai Leng ended his sentence quickly, fighting off the urge to add that she wasn't too happy with the organization. That was unneeded hatred that he did not want to admit to his boss, however, the Illusive Man already knew his profile and his xenophobic ideals.

"That is to be expected," The man on the other end took another puff of his cigarette.  "After all she did spend some time aboard the Normandy with Miranda and Jacob. Miranda even included her in the Omega report." He placed the cigarette into the tray, discarding it for the moment.

"What about Shepard?"  Kai Leng chose his words carefully.  

"Commander Shepard is doing exactly what is to be expected of him.  I got word that his ship passed through the Omega 4 Relay about thirty minutes ago.   He will come through for us. Just focus on your mission. Once you arrive at the outpost, I want you to patch into the holo meeting so Aria will see what I have for her and then I want you to head back to my whereabouts."

"Understood." Kai Leng hesitated to make sure there was no more information that he needed to know before ending the call.  From the beginning of this assignment, he silently questioned why the Illusive Man decided to have "conversations" with the pirate queen of Omega, but he knew to not lose faith.  The man he worked for was loyal to what Cerberus stood for.  Checking the sensors once last time, he moved back out of his chair to the ship's only crew quarter, which was a room not much bigger than the holding cell located in the middle of the ship's interior.   Removing his shirt, he began one of the countless katas that he had memorized.
Feeling the ship jolting as it landed, Andromeda quickly pulled herself to her feet and closed in on the barrier.  Something was about to happen…and she needed to be ready to strike if the moment called for it.  

Moments later, Kai Leng made his way towards the front of her cell.  His dark eyes looking at her, his composure laxed.  "I know numerous ways to kill someone with my hands, Andromeda Kryik. Try anything and you will be dead within seconds." He began to punch in the access code on the control panel and the barrier dissipated.

Pausing, Andromeda pondered if now was the time to make her move or not. Would the deception of cooperation work just enough to allow her to gain her freedom? How badly did Cerberus want her?  Deciding it was in her best intention to gather more intel until she knew for sure what was going on, Andromeda took a few steps slowly to show no hostility and let the agent lead her outside the vessel.

The planet that they were on appeared to have an arid climate with wind that threw particles of sand against her skin.  Her hair whipped around her face and she used one of her hands to shield her eyes as she walked towards the facility that had the same emblem on its exterior wall as Kai Leng had on his uniform.  Cerberus wanted to make it clear to any mercs or pirates of whom they were dealing with if they chose to attack the facility.  

After passing through the building's decontamination room, she felt Kai Leng grab her arm as he maneuvered her through the passing workers.  The workers she noted were a combination of agents like Kai Leng, and medical staff. No one seemed to really care on Andromeda's presence or her attire as they walked around the two to their own destinations.  

"Inside," Kai Leng ordered as he opened a door, giving her only a few seconds to walk in on her own before he pushed her ahead.   He hurriedly punched in a few codes on a console in the center of the room.

"I guess we're late for something?" Andromeda asked casually as she surveyed her new surroundings.  The room appeared to be setup for some type of holo conference. An armed agent stepped inside to block the only means to escape.

The darkened room began to glow as the holo equipment warmed up and a bright flashed made Andromeda screen her eyes, seconds later in front of her stood the holo-form of the Illusive Man.  He was standing up and she could only see his image from the waist up; a cigarette occupied his right hand.  "Glad to see you made it."  The light brown hair man looked past his agent right at Andromeda. "I hope you're travel wasn't too uncomfortable."

Finding some confidence, Andromeda stepped closer to address him. "So much for working with Shepard and his team huh?"

Kai Leng moved in closer to push her away, but the Illusive Man held up his hand to stop him.  "Commander Shepard is of no concern to you.  I understand that you are close to one of his squad mates, but relationships do not matter at the present moment.  I am still working with Shepard…to help out humanity."

Before Andromeda could reply, a beep came from the console behind her and Kai pushed her back towards the background of the meeting.  A moment later the holo form of Aria T' Loak appeared to the right of the Illusive Man. Unlike him, she wasn't alone. Behind her were several armed Krogan body guards and a Batarian. "I assume that there is a reason to initiate another call with me or do you have nothing else better to do?"

Andromeda remained silent as she listened in.  Not only because she was curious into what was transpiring before her, but she had a past with Aria. The Illusive Man stood in the same position as she addressed him.  "There is a reason as to why I summoned you again, Aria, but I-"

"No one summons me. Is that clear?" The Asari cut him off harshly. The Krogan behind her grunted in agreement.

"I assume everything is going according to our deal?" The Illusive Man continued, ignoring the request to respond to her question.

"Yes, are you that worried?" Aria chortled.

"In addition to the payment, I wanted to give you a present of good faith." The Illusive Man smiled.

"We do not need any presents from Cerberus!" The Batarian spoke out in a snarl.

"Be polite, Anto," Aria lectured softly.  The Batarian blinked all four eyes in response.  She then turned her head to face the Illusive Man once again.  "What is that?" She didn't appear to be too curious in what the Illusive Man had to offer her.

As she watched on, Andromeda noticed that neither Aria nor her bodyguards really seemed to address Kai Leng or her.  Could they see them? Before the man spoke, it finally dawned on her what was going on and why Cerberus kidnapped her from her apartment on the Wards.  "You son-of-a bitch!" She screamed as she lunged towards Kai Leng. There was no way that she was going back to Omega as a slave.

Pivoting on his foot to address her, Kai Leng quickly grabbed her right wrist, twisting it in an awkward position causing her to drop instantly to her knees.  Crying out in pain, she grabbed at the vice, but he shoved her back to the ground.

"I was able to recover something that belongs to you."  The Illusive Man continued, ignoring the altercation. Clearly, he could see what was going on at the Cerberus facility.

Aria smirked, "I don't remember losing anything."

Kai Leng allowed their room to be fully visual, now Aria and her compatriots could see Kai Leng standing there with Andromeda in the background on her side nursing her sore wrist.  "If this slave does not belong to you, then maybe for once my intel was not accurate," The Illusive Man continued.

"That human slave? Thought the Suns killed her." Anto spoke up.

This time, Aria didn't turn her head to look at the Batarian. "Transport her here if you wish. Is that all?"

"Just make sure you keep your part of the bargain."  The Illusive Man reminded her.

"I really hope you do not become accustomed to meeting like this frequently."  The receiver disconnected.

The Illusive Man smiled…once again the Pirate Queen had the last remark. She always wanted to make sure of that.

After the disconnection terminated, Aria blasted Anto with a small singularity, which the force made the Batarian slam against the room's wall hard.  "Anto, you fool."  She didn't like how Anto's remark gave away her position.  She wanted to be sure to show Cerberus that she never needed them for anything and it was they who came crawling to her like whimpering Vorcha. "Next time, you do not speak unless spoken to, is that understood?"

"U-Understood…" Anto held his throbbing head as he stood back up.  The Krogan chuckled from amusement.  

Aria stood still as she gathered her thoughts. She could easily kill Anto for his stupidity, but there was real no need for it.  He did nothing truly wrong…just pissed her off.   "Keep in communication with the Cerberus vessel when it arrives to this station.   Escort her straight here."

Anto blinked and tilted his head to the left showing the normal Batarian body language for admiration and respect. "Alright. I'll get with the station security."

Aria continue to stare at the darkened monitor trying to figure out what exactly the Illusive Man had planned, and more importantly what he had planned for her and her station once the terms of the deal were satisfied.

"Kai Leng, get her secured and then meet me."  The Illusive Man signed off his connection.

The agent saluted and then looked back at Andromeda as the room's interior lights came back on.  "Get her to a room and clean her up." He barked the order over to the guard at the door.

"Thought you wanted to take me to Omega?"  Andromeda stood back up, holding her injured wrist.  

"You're staying on this outpost until we receive the word to transport you. " Kai Leng walked past and exited the room, not giving her another look.

As soon as he left the room, dread filled Andromeda as she looked up at the remaining guard who had a twisted smile on his face. The door to the room slid open and two more armed guards came in followed by four medical techs.  "Take her." The first guard ordered.

Before she had a chance to comprehend what was happening, the guards were on her, grabbing her arms, pinning her still while the techs came up.  Fear pumping up her adrenaline, Andromeda began to violent struggle against the Cerberus crowd, desperately trying to break free. "Let go!"

"Hurry up and sedate her!"  One of the guards shouted as her body thrashed.

The feeling of her right arm slipping free, coaxed Andromeda on as she squirmed faster, but only to feel a small prick hit the side of her neck.  Darkness took her.
The first chapter to my third series for Andromeda. This will be focused around Mass Effect 3! More to come!

Andromeda has been taken by the Illusive Man. But why does he want her?

Preview pic done by efleck
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"Watching you turn away was one of the most difficult things I've ever done. For weeks your absence made it hard to breathe. I was so tempted to break into that facility to see you, just for a little while. I simply wanted to be sure you were alright. But, I couldn't, Shepard. It wasn't safe for either of us. 
"So, I did what I do best, and suppressed thoughts of us. 
"Except, it was surprising how difficult that was. It never drove me from my focus and as time ticked by it got better, but some days, being away from you was hard. And when I watched those reports pile in from Earth I suspected the worst. 
Yet, here you are- back in my arms, if only for so long before you have to run out and save the galaxy again. Truthfully- if I'm being honest with myself- I don't want you to go. But, I'll never tell you that. We both have our duties. 
"I know you like the back of my hand, and here and now I can see what this war is doing to you. I can feel the stress in your shoulders, the uneven beat of your heart as your mind processes horrors even in slumber, I can see the heavy circles beneath your eyes that sleep should take away, and it concerns me. It seems neither of us have been receiving adequate rest. 
"But, it's the least I can offer you. 
"So I'll be here through the night to watch you sleep. To make sure those nightmares elude you for just a few hours more. Your chance to catch a breath is much more valuable than my own. We can't have you pulling off those ridiculous heroics only half-conscious now, can we? You might hurt yourself, and I'd really rather not have to scrounge up four billion credits again to fix you. Besides, in this economy the price has undoubtably skyrocketed.
"You'd be worth it, though. Don't get me wrong, Shepard, but I'm sure the Illusive Man would have a few grievances. And, I'm not about to have you let down the galaxy because you're sleep deficient. I know that's a lot to put on you, and I know it's selfish, but we're all counting on you. A lot of people have full lives left, and I want to be able to keep coming home to you and my sister. I'm going to make sure you're both safe. So, let me help you in one of the few ways I can for now, and watch you sleep."

-Miranda Lawson's thoughts in an upcoming chapter (in a revised edition) of my fan fiction
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Wow this is old but I like it ^___^ a traditional piece I did while I was in art school. I had a reference somewhere but I cant seem to find it..... Oh well.

Maybe Ill start doing some traditional stuff again... Whoooo knows.

Artwork by :iconraebeau:
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This is Jaelith (left) and Freyki (right) enjoying some time together. They are :iconcrayonne: 's OCs. I was just doing an art trade with her so here they are. Sorry it took so long btw.

I didn't color it because I wanted to make sure she liked the design before I finished so here it is. Hope ya like it!

Jaelith & Freyki belong to :iconcrayonne:

Artwork belongs to :iconraebeau:
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One of the answers for my ASK TurkeyxUkraine blog. 

Human name: Sadaqat (or Tarik)
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Skin color: Tanned
Eye color: Gold
Weapons: Axe
Age: (about) 30 years
Angry and aggressive man, wearing a mask. He likes to scare people. Obsessed with murder. Not indifferent to the beautiful women. Very rich, luring naive greedy people to his house, then brutally cracked down with them.

Human name: Ekaterina
Gender: Female
Hair: Ash Blonde
Skin Colour: Pale
Eye Color: Purple
Weapon: Sickle
Age: 26 years
Arrogant, intelligent, has a good self-control and self-esteem. She is lazy cit, any physical work not to her liking. Very concerned about appearance.She loves high-end entertainment and expensive food. Because of her large breasts she is popular with men than can enjoy. She needs a rich admirer.Usually do not use violence. She love to bring to the tantrums, humiliate, maddening.

Art © Me
Turkey and Ukraine © Himaruya
2P! Character design does not belong to me (except for some details)
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i need u (sakura and shaoran):).,.,.,/
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un dibujo para KitsuneYin
muchas gracias bro siempre por la ayuda
espero te guste y sorry por la demora,
ultraocupado =C
saludos :3
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another pony freebie for :iconyung91:

Would you like a pony chibi kid? Visit my page.
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Stalker much?

'Coined!' is a BL super hero series taking place in Samaritan City. Eli Stone, former super villain Tabbi Gray, is released from a seven year prison break and finds himself back on familiar grounds. And though he has changed, some things clearly haven't.
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:) yuri yuri yuri yuri yuri yuri yuri...
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Sorry, had to crack a joke on this one. Bear with me.
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Natsuki and Shizuru, inspired by  -   Inter Nos   -   fanfiction by ethnewinter [link], somewhere in chapter 28, galoping away from Shizuru's noisy birthday party for some booty call. 
Looked so romantic that i had to illustrate it. Hope the author won't mind.

And yes, I WAS this  ----> (tiny) <---- close to call it "Booty Call"

Mai hime (c) Sunrise

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An ink drawing of Shizuru Fujino from Mai Hime inspired by Ethnewinter's Inter Nos fanfiction. It's one of the most beautifully written stories I've ever read. This drawing has a partner which is of Natsuki, coming soon... Long live Ethnewinter! Long live ShizNat!
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it feels like you're lostin' everything...
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Hehe so i had a lot of fun drawing this! But when i started coloring i got bored..... So i decided to just say its finished before i screw something up. <__<...

Anywho! This is Natsuki and Shizuru from Mai Hime! I've never really seen the whole show but my friend loves them and requested it. I dont really know their personalities but i imagined them like this.  :3 They're really cute though! It kind of makes me want to keep watching the show. 

Oh btw hopefully that signature isnt too bothersome and distracting.... Its supposed to be a R and a B put together... lol I tried. 

Hope you enjoy it!

Natsuki and Shizuru (c) Kimura Noboru

Artwork (c) :iconraebeau:
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Please keep in mind this is not made by me originally, and if i knew who acutaly made it i would tell you. Also i had to do some masive touchup on this picture to get out all the destop icons and writing :)
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Omg. I found this somewhere online and its fcking awesome...I love Shizuru Fujino<3` my favi Mai-HiME ever. and plus its kick ass.
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ShizNat rules!!! :love:

Because you ask for it, here is the english version of my first meme ever!!!

Also if you want to do your own, here is the blank one [link] hope you have fun do it just like me!!!

And... and don't forget that if you want to donate some :points: they're always welcome ;)
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Not my best, but it was a kind of request. Ah well, hope you get some lols out of it anyway :D
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Yep, Uther picked on Sherlock. He deserves everything that's coming to him :P Dont you think?
How are my fellow Sherlockians, hmm?? Enjoy the series this year??
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Haha, just another little sorcery comic :P Hope you enjoy!!
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Aww, come on. You could totally see Sheldon doing it :P
Hope it gave you some lols!!
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Team 7 get their Generation 6 starters for the first time

Sakura: "Cute!"
Naruto: "Awesome kitsune!"
Sasuke: "WTF is this??!"

Hope you guys like ;)

Done in Copic Ciao markers and Water colours
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Welp page 5 is hereee. A little comic relief I guess here before the story gets too serious. I feel like I'm going too slow so hopefully I can pick up the pace with the actual story next page. Enjoy some more of kid Sai's face! Mina's debut should be coming up soon!

Chibi's rule!

Story A Living Dream by :iconyung91: and :iconraebeau:
Art by :iconraebeau:
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Application sheet #1 for #Hoshino-Gakuen:iconhoshino-gakuen:, a new Japanese boarding school RP group, mostly dedicated to the arts.
Sayuri House is one of the two female dorms of this academy.

Introduction by ~Hildetann:
"At the top of a hill in Nakano, Tokyo, there is a collection of elegant red-brick buildings surrounded by a tall white wall. From these buildings, passersby can often hear strains of music and animated chatter; this is Hoshino Gakuen, a world-renowned academy of the arts.

Founded by child prodigy pianist Ume Hoshino in the 1920s, it began as a music school but expanded to teaching other art forms over the years. Students from all over Japan began to attend the Academy, and it quickly attracted the attentions of many important figures in the art world internationally. Eventually, due to the rising number of students from other areas, dorms were built and it also became a boarding school (although there are still a number of students who live in the surrounding area).

While not all the students at the school are there solely for learning the arts (the swim team and baseball team are quite well-known also), many students come to the academy with high hopes for success as actors, singers, and idols. Artists of all kinds attend the Academy. As the saying goes, if you can think of it, Hoshino probably teaches it! The school year is just starting, and both returning and new students are excited to see what this year will be like. Will it, like many years in the past, be successful? Or will drama take the students' minds off of their work and prevent them from excelling? Only time will tell..."

Feel free to check it out OuO
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I couldn't find a damn brown pencil crayon in the whole house!!! So I went with pink to make it more fantasyish. The soft light blue background was probably...too soft (?) Can barely see it!! >_<
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Hi !

hi friends her is finally drawing digital with tablet no base its mine ^U^
I'm really happy <3

it took from me long time coz I'm beginner TTwTT

:star: About the price !

- its name your price 35+ .... i Need points
- but if you don't have the price no problem just comment and i will help you ^U^


- no resell

- no copy

- no free
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