Admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy nar Rayya
Earth, London.
Inside a large mansion, within the basement. There worked a decorated hero for the galaxy. The sparks of a Geth body and a torch illuminating the face of Tali'Zorah vas Normandy nar Rayya. The body was deep blue, it’s eye deep dark. Damage all over its body, with one large hole in its chest. The woman gave a sigh as she keeps working on mending the hole. Before laughing softly as she stood up, her black and gold cloak flowing over her full body suit.
“Soon, Legion. We’re going to fix you up. And you’ll see the home world.”
With that, the decorated hero of the reaper war began walking up the stairs towards the main floor of her home. Before picking up her data pad, and walking right though the front door of her home.
It was the afternoon in London, many people were walking around outside the home. As she walked, she turned onto a very specific road into the centre of the city. Walking down to a area near Big Ben. Where sat a memorial. With the image of the SR2 Normandy engraved into rock, as she walked to the front of it. Looking at the names engraved into the rock. Thane, Mordin, Ashley, Shepard and many more. She allowed herself to take a breath, as more and more memories rang though her head. Of Mordin’s hospitality, Thanes spirituality, and Shepard’s leadership. She hadn’t known Ashley for as long before she died. But she missed her all the same.
Then, gunshots rang out. Followed by a series of explosions that lit up the afternoon sky. As a person in armour approached Tali, she turned to the person. Only to see the person, she gasped as she looked at him. Wearing Shepard’s old armour. With a deep purple cloak, but she knew he wasn’t the man she knew. Shepard had died to protect them, and she couldn’t allow that to be disputed.
“Tali'Zorah vas Normandy nar Rayya. The great engineer, the hero to her people. The admiral. But still she failed him, she failed the saviour angel!”
Tali all but glared at her soon to be attacker. Pulling her shotgun out of her cloak.
“Who are you. And what do you want with me.”
The man scoffed, as he held out a pistol.
“The same as I would want with any of the betrayers. Their lives. And alongside that, you pose the greatest threat to discovering my true nature.”
He lifted up his pistol toward her head, hesitating clearly. Only for the admiral to lift her shotgun up, throwing his pistol out of his hand. As she kicked him down as he was off balance.
“I’m married to Archangel and I’m a admiral. I’m not going to roll over and die.”
She fired a shot that forced him to move away, as she started to run as fast as she could. Moving into the alleyways, she had to get away and escape.