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Summary: Faith Lehane makes an ill-advised wish on her dying breath. Miranda Lawson makes an ill-advised wish in a moment of frustration. Now Commander Faith Shepard is back from the dead and ready to kick ass, take names, and seduce asari.

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Games > Sci-Fi > Mass Effect Trilogy(Moderator)JoeHundredaireFR18913,84115114,08620 Dec 1218 Oct 14No

Jacob Taylor

Title: Vanguard
Author: JoeHundredaire (
Rating: R/FR18
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Summary: Faith Lehane makes an ill-advised wish on her dying breath. Miranda Lawson makes an ill-advised wish in a moment of frustration. Now Commander Faith Shepard is back from the dead and ready to kick ass, take names, and seduce asari.
Joe's Note: People received my original two one-shots so well that I decided to download a complete, hundred part video walkthrough of Mass Effect 2 and expand the universe of Faith Shepard. You'll see bits of Perfection and The Justicar in Vanguard although neither is present in its original form, strictly speaking. And while I started writing the story with a third-person subjective present tense narrator, I had to go back and switch to past tense just because I found it awkward to try and handle any dialogue covering past events.

     "What the hell?"

     Snarling in irritation, Faith Lehane put two shots into another of the damn robots she'd been fighting since she woke up before dropping to her knees. Skidding the last few feet across the slick floor, she let herself bump up against the glass barrier that overlooked the gaping chasm between her and the remaining handful of robots. Assuming the mechs couldn't shoot through it, she decided, the wall would make for great cover while she caught her breath. Taking advantage of the momentary lull in the action, she glanced to her right, finding a large, dark-skinned man in black and white fatigues. And much to her surprise, he was as lightly armed as she was, toting a matching M-3 Predator as his only means of defense. Faith frowned; she'd been a patient in some sort of laboratory until a few minutes ago, and scavenged what she could find on her way to freedom. What was this guy's excuse? Before she could vocalize that question - or any of a dozen others floating through her head - he opened his mouth. "What are you doing here? I thought you were still a work in progress."

     "Fuck if I know. I just woke up." Peeking up over the top of the barrier, Faith picked off another robot before ducking back into cover. "You probably know more than I do. Love to fix that, if you'd be down for it. Being in the dark sucks."

     The man stared at her for a moment before shaking himself. "Right. Sorry about that. I'm Jacob Taylor. I've been stationed here for-" On the other side of the chasm, the doors slid open and more of those damn robots emerged, interrupting his attempt at an introduction. "Damn it!" Popping to his feet just long enough to pick one of them off, Jacob shook his head. "Things must be worse than I thought if Miranda's got you running around. I'll fill you in, but we'd better get you to the shuttle first."

     Scoffing, Faith raised her pistol and pointed it lazily in the robots' direction, picking off two of the remaining four with a shot a piece. "Fuck that. From the moment I woke up, people have been ordering me around. No more. I want some answers, or I'll leave your ass here while I go find someone who will-"

     "Fair enough. Settle for the quick version?" Jacob met Faith's gaze for a moment before jerking his head toward the robots. Point. They were a little strapped for time. She nodded and he continued. "You and your ship were attacked and destroyed. You were killed - dead as dead can be - when they brought you here. Our scientists spent the last two years putting you back together. You've been comatose or worse that whole time." The whole concept seemed more than a little fantastical to Faith… but then again, Red had resurrected both B and her pet Slayer. Twice in B's case, actually. Was the idea of science eventually reaching the same point so outrageous? Especially considering she was now living in some sort of bizarre future with space travel and robots and- "Miranda knows more than I do. But you can't ask her questions until we find her. First step: let's finish off these metal bastards. We're low on thermal clips, but I'm a biotic. Just give the order when you want me to hit 'em with the good stuff."

     Jacob's arm glowed blue as he rose to his feet, and then Faith's jaw dropped as he made a pulling motion and one of the robots was yanked off its feet, floating lazily through the air toward them until Jacob blew its head off. Looking down at her free hand, she made a fist and watched as brilliant red flames crawled over her armored hand. 'Biotics', huh? Up until now, she'd thought it to be some kind of strange magic clinging to her after a resurrection. But here was someone else with it - or at least something similar - who wasn't undead. And knew what to do with it. Well, wasn't that wicked convenient?

     Faith still had no real idea what was going on, why she was there instead of bleeding out on the pavement in Cleveland, where 'here' actually was, or why she partially remembered the life of a woman named Alexis Shepard. But if there was one thing Faith did know, it was how to adapt. Nodding to Jacob, Faith waited for him to lift the last robot into the air before lacing it with bullets.

     Not to mention that based on some of the faces floating around in Alexis's memories, Faith could think of worse places to adapt to…

     In short order, the remaining few mechs were destroyed, the last of them torn apart by Faith trying to do a pull of her own and grabbing one of the robots at the same time as Jacob. The two exchanged looks of surprise before chuckling and holstering their pistols. In Faith's case, it was because she still wasn't terribly comfortable with the thing even if her Slayerness made her fully capable of handling it. Why Jacob was so eager to disarm in a situation like this, she had no idea. "All right. Now what?"

     Raising his left arm, Jacob consulted some sort of glowing orange computer thing that popped up around his arm. Faith would have been jealous, but figured she probably had one too and just didn't know how to use it yet. Suddenly, Jacob's eyes widened. "I've still got life signs for Subject E. We should try and rescue her on our way to Miranda." Jacob looked up and was met by a raised eyebrow from Faith. "Right. You don't know where anything is here. C'mon."

     Not having a better plan, Faith decided to just roll with it. Trotting along behind Jacob, she followed him through the labyrinthine hallways of the station until they finally arrived at what was - at least according to the wall - crew quarters. Considering door they stopped at had a glowing red hologram over it instead of a green, which Jacob had to unlock using his arm computer and several seconds of typing? Faith had a feeling the wall was a lie.

     When the door slid open, Faith was greeted by the sight of a slender blonde in a slinky, two-tone blue dress with an icy blue glowing arm computer that matched her dress. The woman looked up from what she was doing at the sound, eyes widening. "So. They did actually did it then. Amazing."

     "Usually when I'm in a woman's bedroom and she's calling me amazing, it's for another reason entirely." Faith let out a laugh as Jacob made a choking noise behind her even as the blonde blushed brightly. The moment of levity ended when Faith's superhuman hearing picked up the sounds of gunfire and screams of pain. Drawing her pistol again, Faith made a beckoning gesture with her free hand. "Time to go, Blondie. Come with me if you want to live."

     The blue glow disappeared as the woman rose to her feet, her eyes narrowing. "My name isn't 'Blondie'. I…" Spreading her arms, the blonde did… something… that caused swirls of white energy to appear and twine around her body, leaving behind a layer of smooth, organic ice armor. "…am Queen Elsa of Arendelle."

     "Well then let's go, Your Highnessness."
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