Commander Of The Fallen

Twisted Feelings

Day and night blended together on Omega, even more so when you didn't sleep for twenty four hours, not like he deserved sleep any more. Or if he could, he doubt he wanted to anyway. Not with the witless wonders that were currently being pushed into his scope. He wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer, he closed his eyes for a moment before thinking back on everything. Would Alyssa be proud? He hoped so. Would his father be proud? Well, he would ask. If this was his last stand, what he could do was forgive his father. And maybe ask for forgiveness himself.

"Garrus?" voice only was better this way, maybe then he couldn't see the withdrawal in his eyes as Garrus looked through the scope again, "what's the matter?" his father's voice was stern but worried all the same.

"Father, just wanted to say something before it gets too late." Garrus hummed faintly as he looked and fired. "I am sorry father, for being stubborn and hard headed. Mother always said I had her spirit." he could hear the silence and that was nerve wrecking. Plus, mentioning mother was always a bad way to start a talk with the man who raised him.

"What is going on, son? Where are you?" Garrus sighed faintly and knew where this was going, the truth wasn't something that would bring the right feeling and as much as Garrus wanted to spare his family, doing the easy option wasn't always the right one. That he had learned the hard way, with the loss of some good men and even more loss from the other side now.

"Just...some target practice." Garrus replied and looked through the scope, more idiots arriving gave him a slight frown. Were they ever going to run out of men? Hadn't there been enough death for one day? Garrus tightened his grip on the sniper rifle and scanned the new....recruits? Freelancers for sure.

"Son. What aren't you telling me?" the disembodied voice replied as Garrus looked away for a moment. Towards his omnitool. His only link to the family he didn't fight hard enough for.

"Nothing father, but I might be gone longer then I originally planned, so I just wanted to clear the air. A wise man once told me that the easy thing to do and the right thing were not the same. I finally understood what that meant." Garrus breathed out and shook his head, emotional now would only damage his chances (which were already pitiful). Garrus looked back through the scope and spied something he had not seen for nearly two years. Like a slap to the face, a reminder not to give up or in to the fatality of the situation.

Red camo armor, shimmering in the dim light and what seemed to be black designs running across the chest plate. Custom designs that stood out like a beacon. He only knew one person dumb enough to be that cocky armor in the middle of a gang war, red and the all too familiar N7 logo on the left shoulder plate only improved that feeling, however the cerberus mark on the other side made him doubt that it really was the right person. He looked up towards the head of the solider walking slowly to two others. In different armor (white and black, with Cerberus markings). The human had bright red hair that was tied back into a very intricate hair design, he had watched Shepard plait her hair once and to this day it still made him wonder why humans did so. He scanned the woman's face and the smile he found sent chills down his back. Shepard.

"Forget that, son, just...finish up your target practice and come home. That's an order." his father said with what could be a sad sound, he couldn't be sure, this was his father. Maybe they were saying goodbye in the only way he knew how?

"I will come home when I can, father, I have to meet an old friend first. After all, the odd's just got interesting." Garrus didn't wait for a reply as he ended the call. Now he would see what his ex-CO had planned. Why she was even here, and with Cerberus? What did they want with the woman he fought with? Were they here for him? or were they looking for aid off the gangs? These questions distracted him from the big piece of the puzzle. Shepard was here. Whichever way the wind was blowing, he was sure for one thing, he was going to sleep for a week after this was over.