Mass Effect Reclamation
Summary: Shepard realizes she's aboard the Normandy and doesn't take it well. On the other side, Kaidan may finally find the friends he seeks. Or will he?
They had reached the Wards area where most of the population lived, after all it was meant only for the middle class and personnel of the citadel. While those on top lived on the Presidium, literally and figuratively. Asshole classist segregation. Shepard didn’t care though, she was only staying for one night then onto the Normandy. Not that she wanted to see any of the crew nor the ship. Especially not even Captain Anderson himself.
Everything felt so surreal and she hated the feeling that everything could come crashing down. Especially the weight of having to serve under Captain Anderson. The fact that he was able to even get her on his ship, a frigate made with the help of the turians, infuriated her. She hadn’t considered herself racist by any and all accounts, she just never trusted any other species. “Hell, I couldn’t even trust my own species. How could they expect me to trust another”, Shepard thought as she stomped her feet to the ground.
“Don’t break anything. The Alliance is paying for this, you know,” Javier commented as he watched Shepard throw her not-so-subtle hissy fit. He had given her enough space to vent her anger.
“Then they shouldn’t have stationed me here,” She barked back as she slammed the door to the bedroom, cracking it and making its screws loosen. Javier winced at the action. He then sat on the couch of the living room, which had a table in front of it, where he waited patiently for Shepard to get out. The place was more than spacious for someone like her, with its own personal living room connected to the open kitchen. Two doors to the left, one leading to the bathroom and the other to a bedroom.
“Being mad about it won’t help you, Shep. You should be proud about being stationed under Captain Anderson. I know I would be.”
“Yeah because you're the type to take handouts,” Shepard said as she opened the door to her bedroom.
“Damn. Low blow much,” Javier winced at the comment, “Besides it’s not a hand out after all you’ve done for the Alliance.”
“Yeah but I-” Shepard started to say but was cut off when Javier waved his hand.
“No. No exceptions. You’ve done enough for the Alliance. Clearing out the Terminus while protecting our colonies,” Javeir stated, matter-of-factly, “maybe the brass thinks you're ready for more.”
