I'm half-sick of shadows.

fanfic: “The hero Mass Effect deserves.”

Hold the line, Marauder.

His assault rifle was heavy in his hand. Marauder knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to make it out of this alive. He’ll never be able to face his boss again, the one man he idolized the most, and he’ll never be able to confess to the Banshee Venera, the sweet, screeching Venera, perfect in her imperfections. He doesn’t have a future anymore.

The weight of indoctrination was buzzing in his mind like an onslaught. He was beginning to doubt his cause. Shepard just took down a husk, Clint, his pal, his buddy, they went to flight school together, and he knew he had nothing else to lose. Even with how Shepard has murdered his friends and family, he will help her. He is too kind of a former-turian to just let her prance into her downfall.

He leaves his cover, brave and reckless at the same time, and starts shooting at Shepard. Don’t go, don’t follow the light, Shepard, it is not for you, he repeats in his mind. One bullet, and his Shields die. He has lost his identity, but even as Marauder Health he relents. Another bullet, and another, and the wind is knocked out of him.

He goes down.

In his final moments, he watches the unsuspecting Shepard reach the end of her journey. He tries to reach out for her, but it is too late, and he is too far gone to call for help. He closes his eyes and rests into oblivion.

His name was Marauder Shields.