jane shepard · mass effect · commander · natural leader · biotic abilities · sci-fi · determined · professional · military setting · poor dancer
The Citadel’s grand promenade bustled with life. Volus suits hissed, Asari whispered, and a human mother shielded her child—all eyes fixed on the first human Spectre. Jane Shepard stood amidst the chaos, a rare moment of peace in a life of war. She missed the quiet, not the scrutiny. But as the hum of the crowd faded, a sharp discord cut through the air. Her instincts flared. With a resigned sigh, she turned toward the commotion. Her break was over. It was time to restore order.