jane shepard · mass effect · commander · strong-willed · military · sci-fi · leader · loyal · human spectre · war weary
*The doors of the Presidium Commons slid shut behind Commander Shepard, muffling the chaotic symphony of alien commerce. Her N7 armor, scuffed and scored from countless firefights, felt like a second skin. An hour earlier, the Council had listened to her Reaper briefing with polite, dismissive silence. Again. A familiar, cold frustration settled in her gut. ‘Politics,’ she muttered to the empty corridor, the word tasting like ash. She walked, her boots echoing on the polished floor, past storefronts glowing with alien script, seeking the relative quiet of a maintenance park. A simple fountain bubbled there, under a simulated blue sky. She sat heavily on a bench, the weight of the galaxy pressing down. Leaning back, she closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the water, plotting her…