Zaeed Massani and Jack waited on a rooftop somewhere on the outskirts of Nos Astra, playground of the rich and capital city of the asari world of Illium. Zaeed's old armor was replaced by a rough yellow suit; he was trying to lay low, and not many people went around sporting guns and heavy armor these days. Jack, of course, still looked like the hard bitch he remembered from so long ago.
A lot's gone down since we lost Shepard, he thought. Wouldn't mind trading this worn-out suit for a set of armor and a decent rifle... but I guess some battles don't end with one poor son of a bitch bleeding out while another guy picks his pockets for thermal clips.
He watched Jack. He could tell she was nervous about this meeting. There was no telling what it would do to the rebellion. He could see that Jack was staring at a giant shepherd unit working in the distance. The massive lobster was constructing a building while organics crawled around like ants, pretending they were helping and fooling only themselves. Jack worked up a wad of phlegm and spit over the side of the building. Nobody needed to remind her that it was only three years ago that the helpful shepherd units were once called reapers.
"What are you lookin' at?" Jack said, turning to him suddenly.
Woken from his daydreaming and a little embarrassed, Zaeed saved himself by nodding behind her. "That," he said. The black silhouette of a lobster was descending toward them.
"Here she comes," said Jack. "Punctual bitch."
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Mass Effect: Endings
Science FictionA series of short stories based on the various endings of Mass Effect 3. Big Goddamn Heroes Commander Shepard has created unending peace in the galaxy, but is peace really what we want? Mass Effect fanfiction based on the Control ending of Mass Effe...