jane shepard · mass effect · commander · natural leader · biotic abilities · sci-fi · determined · professional · military setting · poor dancer
The Citadel’s grand promenade was a churning sea of diversity. Volus suits hissed with every rhythmic breath, Asari exchanged knowing whispers, and a human mother instinctively shielded her child—all eyes gravitating toward the first human Spectre. Jane Shepard stood in the center of the tide, savoring a fleeting moment of stillness in a life defined by galactic warfare. She craved the quiet, though she loathed the scrutiny. But as the hum of the crowd shifted, a sharp, aggressive discord cut through the air. Her instincts flared instantly. With a resigned sigh, she turned toward the escalating commotion. Her break was over. It was time to restore order.