Each Star is a Point of Light-A Destiny/Mass Effect Fusion

"Guardian? Wake up, Guardian. You've been dead for...well, not that long. I've been searching for you for...a few hours, I guess. I suppose I'm one of the lucky ones."

Garrus grunted. "I suppose I'm going to have to start swearing by 'the Light,' now, aren't I?"

The ghost floating slightly above him quirked its shell in a way that Garrus took to be the equivalent of Shepard tilting her head to the side. "...For some reason, this feels like it was supposed to be a lot harder for me than it turned out to be."
 
"Guardian? Wake up, Guardian. You've been dead for...well, not that long. I've been searching for you for...a few hours, I guess. I suppose I'm one of the lucky ones."

Garrus grunted. "I suppose I'm going to have to start swearing by 'the Light,' now, aren't I?"

The ghost floating slightly above him quirked its shell in a way that Garrus took to be the equivalent of Shepard tilting her head to the side. "...For some reason, this feels like it was supposed to be a lot harder for me than it turned out to be."
Heh, funny... though to be fair, while Garrus has only been dead for a bit, the Ghost has been searching since the Traveler created him after the fall, so he has been searching for him for awhile now.
 
Heh, funny... though to be fair, while Garrus has only been dead for a bit, the Ghost has been searching since the Traveler created him after the fall, so he has been searching for him for awhile now.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain...

Well, it may just be that the ghost only recently heard about Garrus and decided to go check it out. That he found his Guardian in the process was a remarkable stroke of luck.
 
Book 2: Ch 8: Survivors Pt 1
Chapter 8: The Survivors

The caravan had become quieter in the two weeks since Garrus died. And Shepard knew he was dead. Or at least she hoped so, for mercy's sake. The Fallen were not kind to those that fell into their clutches. She had seen that for herself. She didn't say it out loud. Nobody did for Tali's sake. Not that it helped much. While she had always been a bit shy, the loss of her friend made her mute to all but a small handful among the camp. Shepard sighed. Tali's sorrow was a microcosm for the hit that morale had taken amongst the crew. While the crew of the Long-Sight had taken losses since coming to Sol this was the first loss they'd taken since the pilgrimage had begun and it was one that hit hard. Garrus, for all of his sarcasm and bravado, had been a good humored, brave, and fair-hearted turian who'd become well-regarded by the crew.

Fortunately, they didn't seem to hold any blame towards Shepard or the other Guardians. Most blame was targeted at the Fallen. But Shepard knew she'd need to find something to restore some of the flagging hope the death had caused.

"Okay, kid. Remember what I told you about the recoil."

Shepard turned her attention to Ashley and Tali kneeling next to each other as Wrex looked on. Tali was holding one of Ash's shotguns while the other two gave her advice on how to shoot one. Shepard smild to herself. If one good thing had come out of this, it was that the events of the past two weeks had finally opened her up to the crew. In particular, she'd reacted to Tali's sorrow by beginning to teach her how to properly use a shotgun and had come to spend more time with her as the weeks wore on. And if Shepard noticed that the way Ashley treated Tali was reminiscent of what she was like around her little sisters then it wasn't Shepard's place to say something.

"Shepard!" Shepard's attention was suddenly on a reddish looking salarian she recognized was one of the security officers.

"Report," she said.

The situation was this, a few of the lookouts near the edge of the camp saw a faint plume of smoke originating from a few miles off. Soon, Shepard was meeting T'Bayla at the edge of the camp. Once she and the Captain had touched base Shepard began surveying the horizon. It was smoke. She grabbed her binoculars.

"So," T'Bayla asked, "is it Fallen?"

Shepard shook her head before bringing her binoculars to her eyes, "No, they don't camp out in the open. Too paranoid for it." Through the binoculars, she started to closely examine the smoke. It wasn't very thick so it wasn't vehicular wreckage or other signs of combat. The fact that there was only one plume of smoke corroborated that. Shepard took the binoculars from her eyes. There was only one group that camped openly in the Steppes.

Shepard returned her binoculars to her belt before opening her hand. In a flash of light, her Ghost appeared in her hand. "Anderson, send out signal GDN-HNT-730." The Ghosts "nodded" and the diamonds that comprised its shell began to pulse in the same pattern as a heartbeat before stopping.

"Now what?" T'Bayla said staring at the plume of smoke. She didn't have to wait long.

"I just got a signal back." Her ghost said, "KZK-ALH-221"

Shepard's mouth broke out in a smile.

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"Shepard!" someone cried out as soon as she walked into the camp. Before she knew it, she was being lifted up and twirled around in a bear hug. Right when Shepard was sure her spine was about to give out she was set down gently on the ground. "It has been much too long since we have last seen you."

Shepard felt dizzy but did her best to stay upright until the spots left her eyes. Amira, a decently tall wide-eyed young woman dressed in a red and black embroidered waistcoat and boots with a hat/headdress combo hiding what Shepard remembered as a long flowing river of black hair, had not lost her exuberance in the two years since she had last seen her, "Yeah, too long. How much of my message did you guys get?"

"Most of it," Amira said, "We would have gotten all of it but our equipment…hasn't been very good lately." Shepard saw her eyes grow sad for a second before she perked up again. "So we know you've got pilgrims to help." Amira's eyes focused behind Shepard, "Oh, is that one of them?"

Shepard sighed. Behind her was Captain T'Bayla wearing a spare cloak Shepard kept in transmat. With any luck she would look just like any other Awoken with it on until she could meet with the tribe's governing council. "Yeah," she said, "This is Nela T'Bayla. She's the head of the pilgrims I'm guiding."

Amira's eyes widened in curiosity as she took the cloaked asari in, "Oh, we don't get many Awoken out in the Steppes." The inquisitive look on her face was quickly replaced with a warm smile, "But I welcome you on behalf of the tribe, honored guest."

"Uh," T'Bayla replied with an awkward smile, "thank you. We don't want to trouble you but-" She was about to continue when Amira stopped her.

"Why it is no trouble at all," she said smiling before the smile faded away from her face. She turned her eyes towards Shepard, "You have to meet with the council. There's something urgent they need to talk to you about."

"Oh, well," Shepard said, "you're right. We'd better go." She beckoned to T'Bayla who followed after her. That was strange, Shepard thought. Amira's usual tendency was to have Shepard spend a few minutes talking to her before sending her off on business. Between that and the sudden shifts in her mood…

That was when Shepard began to take a closer look at the camp. With a quick glance, it seemed the same as always. A large collection of yurts and tents created a village that could be packed up and moved within a few hours. On the outskirts, sparrows, stolen pikes, supply and transport trucks, and people, usually young men, repairing and maintaining them. There was a flurry of activity as people went to and fro with the business of everyday life on the Steppe. Children stayed near their elders or, if they were older, performed their own daily duties that would teach them how to support the tribe. Apart and above, the elders oversaw this while giving advice or marching orders to their younger family members.

It was when you looked closely that you saw it. For one thing, the camp was smaller than she'd last remembered the tribe's camps being. There were also less familiar faces. Oh, she knew most of the people she saw but there were less of them. The faces of those who were left were painted with fear or sadness. Many of the children were not near their own families but staying in larger groups near the fewer adults. And the elders were few and... Shepard quickened her steps, keeping a brisk pace until she reached the large yurt that marked the meeting place of the council of elders that ran the tribes. What she saw when she opened the flap of the tent confirmed her fears.

Sitting in a circle in the middle of the room were five men talking to each other. The oldest couldn't have been older than thirty. One of them, a young man in his early twenties with short black hair under a skullcap and wearing a blue and white waistcoat, looked up at her. It was Karluk, Amira's husband. "Hello, Hunter Shepard," Karluk said, his voice betraying no emotion, "It is good to see you. There's much to discuss."

Shepard stared at him in horror, "Karluk, where's your father?"

Karluk's eyes did not waver, "There is much to discuss.

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It was worse than she'd imagined. While Shepard knew the Fallen sought to conquer the Steppe she'd never actually seen the effects amongst the tribes she actually knew. But now Karluk's tribe had. It had happened at night a couple of weeks ago. A group of Fallen raiders had found their camp in the middle of the night. The tribe had fought back as best as it could but had been hamstrung from the start by the Fallen targeting non-combatants. A more disciplined or purely military group might have overcome this but these were family members and friends. People you couldn't imagine your life without. So many of the tribe's fighters were forced to evacuate the civilians while the others held the raiders off. Even then they'd taken significant losses.

By the time it was over, half the tribe was gone, including Karluk's parents. Worse, much of the upper echelons of the tribe's hierarchy had been killed along with much of their herds and the elder folk left were either wounded or were simply ineffective leaders forcing Karluk and a few of his fellows to lead the tribe through the crisis. Karluk managed to keep a brave face telling the story but the look in his eyes told Shepard that he was barely holding on. So was Amira, if Shepard thought about it. She'd loved her in-laws as much as her own family. And with everything the tribe had lost…

Shepard looked at T'Bayla, who seemed as distressed about this as Shepard was. "So you can't help us?" She said with a heart sunken into her stomach.

Karluk's eyes shifted around the room, "You'd best tell us what your situation is before we talk more."

Shepard examined the five men closely before sighing. "It's a long story," she said, "and it's a little complicated." She scratched the back of her head, "I need you to promise not to freak out."

Karluk's eyebrow rose, "You have always been a good and loyal friend to us. I have to wonder you would tell us that could make you so nervous."

Shepard took a deep breath before saying, "Captain, it's time I think." T'Bayla lowered her hood and the council looked at her with their eyes wide and two of them with their mouths hanging open.

Karluk looked at the Captain then back to Shepard, "This is going to be a long talk."

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Okay, here's this. I have to say that this chapter is immensely easier to write than the previous ones. I'm even hoping to get the second half of it done over and posted early (there's not terribly much left). Overall, I'm pretty happy with it. See you guys next week.

P.S.: To anyone who recognizes Amira and Karluk, yes that is on purpose.
 
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Book 2: Ch 8: Survivors Pt 2
Chapter 8: Survivors Part 2

Karluk rubbed his temples as T'Bayla finished her story. "I see." His eyes focused on Shepard, "You have come to trust these people?"

"With my life." She answered.

Karluk chuckled, "That does not mean as much from a Guardian." He paused in deep thought before continuing, "This makes things much more difficult."

"It doesn't have to, Karluk." Shepard said.

"Look, we won't cause trouble," T'Bayla said with the tone of worry in her voice, "We don't have to come near the camp. Just let us negotiate for supplies and we'll be on our way."

Karluk shook his head, "There is more going on than either of you realize." He sighed and stood up, "Shepard, what did you see out there?" Shepard kept her mouth shut. She knew he wasn't looking for her to answer. "Most of those who knew how to shoot are dead. Their children live frightened without a father or mother to comfort them. Most of the elders are gone and those left will probably not live to see the year out. Our herds have been slaughtered and what was left…" he trailed off as Shepard's brain latched onto something strange.

"Was. Karluk what do you mean by what was left of the herds?"

Karluk stood up and began pacing around the room, "When we found out you were coming we sent runners out to sell what was left to the other tribes. Anything else we've already butchered."

Shepard sat there stunned, "Karluk-"

"The first thing I did when I was put on the council was to go among our survivors and ask them a question. Almost unanimously, the answer was this." He looked at her and she could see determination filling his eyes. "We will not survive another winter on the Steppes, Shepard. So I have to, whether you travel with aliens or not. Shepard…" Karluk continued to say as the other members of the council rose and as one they stood and looked down upon the two who sat upon their floor.

"We ask for the sanctuary of the Traveler."

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Far away but not very, a lone ghost traveled down an empty highway. She was wondering if she'd made a good decision when she'd decided to head back to the City through Russia instead of heading south to Persia. She heard a clang nearby and spun around, scanning in a panic for Fallen. She saw a nearby car with its door rocking on the ground. She scolded herself. She was getting jumpy. Why had she come here? If the Fallen found her… She shook herself. She'd made her choice. Besides, a ghost could not allow herself to balk at the prospect of danger.

She continued floating down the road to the Cosmodrome. Maybe she should head into the Steppes? She'd already examined all the corpses along the M32 Highway. Six times. But you never knew, she supposed. There was always a chance someone new was, well, there. She sighed. She really was getting desperate wasn't she? She'd been looking for so long.

No, she thought, she couldn't let it overtake her. Thinking like that was what made ghosts wander out into the Deep Black never to return. Once she got to the City, she decided, she was going to stay in the tower a bit. Maybe take a look at this year's Trials. Maybe that was where her Guardian was.

So, this plan in mind, the Ghost continued her journey down the lonesome road.

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Yeesh, sorry you had to wait for this short update. Had a lot of difficulty with this part until I came to the unpleasant realization that I would have to move a bunch of the stuff that was supposed to be in this chapter to next chapter in order to make it work. Anyway, I'll see you guys next week.
 
Dinklebot's going to...someone else. Garrus' ghost is something original for the story. I've been laying hints to it in the "present" chapters. To keep it spoiler free, Garrus will eventually name his Ghost "Solana" after his sister.
 
So it just occurred to me, and I can't remember if it's been brought up before:

How are the Citadel species going to react to the Exo? AI is, at best, a touchy subject in Citadel space, and even more so for the Quarians in particular. Shepard isn't terribly likely to bring it up before then since, y'know, Exo are probably just people to her. How much of a culture shock is that going to be, seeing blatantly synthetic lifeforms freely interacting with organics, even entrusted with the defence of the City and in positions of power? I feel like that's going to wind up being a fairly interesting plot point, and I'm eager to see what sort of character arcs spring off of it.
 
So it just occurred to me, and I can't remember if it's been brought up before:

How are the Citadel species going to react to the Exo? AI is, at best, a touchy subject in Citadel space, and even more so for the Quarians in particular. Shepard isn't terribly likely to bring it up before then since, y'know, Exo are probably just people to her. How much of a culture shock is that going to be, seeing blatantly synthetic lifeforms freely interacting with organics, even entrusted with the defence of the City and in positions of power? I feel like that's going to wind up being a fairly interesting plot point, and I'm eager to see what sort of character arcs spring off of it.
I sense Cayde-6 shenanigans in the near future.
 
Book 2: Ch 9: New Friends, Old Friends Pt 1
Chapter 9: New Friends, Old Friends Pt 1

The tension in the air was so thick, Liara thought it was like breathing mud. On one side of the campfire, stood the crew and the Guardians. On the other side stood the tribe of human nomads Shepard had gotten in contact with. The tribe that had suffered heavy losses to the Fallen. The tribe that wanted to come with them. The tribe that had no experience with aliens that didn't want to shoot them. She felt her head heat up in nervousness and worry. This could go wrong. This could go very very wrong.

"So, that's the story." Liara could hear T'Bayla say.

There were worried murmurings coming from the tribe. Karluk rested his chin in his hand before saying, "So, you seek the City for sanctuary as well." Karluk looked over at his wife who stood behind the council. Liara had heard a little bit from Shepard how her friends operated and Karluk took his wife's opinion seriously. Which was good for them. The woman's friendship with Shepard mixed with innate affability and curiosity was making her a leading voice in allowing the two groups to work together.

Amira nodded at Karluk who in turn looked at the four council members standing beside him. "I open the floor to discussion. Any questions may be asked by either side. But I demand a certain degree of respect." He turned a gaze at the people behind him, "From everyone." He became silent took a step back. What followed was a long conference of questions from both side. Some were for clarification. Some were for formation of possible plans. Some were made in the hopes of understanding a people they had no knowledge of. Hostility was not tolerated by either T'Bayla or Karluk. And all the while, the tension in the camp seemed to slowly build. Until two questions were asked.

"How many fighters do you have?" asked a council member, a young man named Aibek who wore a fur coat over what looked to be an environment suit not unlike those that the Guardians wore under their armor.

Sokir spoke out, "We have nine security officers after everything that's happened. Armed with mostly assault rifles and some shotguns."

"Okay," said another council member, a woman by the name of Kulai, "but how well have you done against the Fallen?"

"Well," Shepard said before pointing at Wrex, "he killed a Baron by punching him to death."

The tribe grew quiet and turned their heads to Wrex, who smiled and nodded. Aibek took a long look at Wrex before looking at Shepard, who merely nodded in a knowing manner.

He pointed at Wrex, "You are my new favorite person." And just like that, the pressure seemed to ease. Soon, the two separated sides of the camp began to come together like a river after a dam broke. Soon, both sides were conversing. It was not without its own awkwardness but soon the conversation turned to the shared struggle under the shadow of the Fallen and other challenges involved in walking the earth.

For her part Liara found herself talking to both Shepard and Amara. "So," her new acquaintance said as she sat on the ground and sewed together a piece of clothing Liara didn't recognize, "So, you go into ancient ruins for ancient technology." Her tone gave an impression that this was a slightly mundane subject to her.

"Oh," Liara said, "Do you have experience in archeology?"

Amara laughed and Liara could not help but find it charming, "Not really. But before the Fallen came to the Steppes, the tribes would go the Cosmodrome and other places for salvage. It was important work. Its how we got most of our vehicles." She motioned around to the trucks and bikes that were littered around the camp. To Liara's eyes they were old, with dulled paintjobs and many seemed a little cobbled together. They must have been in a constant state of maintenance to be in as good condition as they seemed to be. Amara continued, "The City would send the Guardians to trade with us for relics we would find." She began to frown, "But it also made the clans fight one another." She finished sewing and held the garment out in front of her. It looked to be a kind of dress. "We were too scattered to fight back when Riksis and Novas came to take the Steppes from us."

Liara found her eyes looking at the ground when she heard the word "Fallen". She missed Garrus. She missed his jokes. She missed his confidence. Now there was a hole in her life that no one else fit in. She shook her head. Garrus wouldn't have wanted her to be like this. Just a few thoughts away from falling into the dark pit in her mind. Liara felt a hand on her shoulder and she jumped only to realize it was Shepard. She'd lost all sense of her surroundings again. Liara sighed and pinched her nose. Had she always done that or was everything just getting to her?

"I see," Amara said as she looked over her handiwork, "you lost someone to the Fallen as well."

"They caught us in a trap near the Cosmodrome." Shepard said.

Amara nodded before folding up her project and tucking it under her arm, "I know there's not much I can say that would make you feel better," she looked Liara in the eye, "But if you can tell me their name then I will include them in my prayers."

Liara's throat clenched as she said, "Garrus. His name was Garrus."

Amara smiled at her and, to Liara's embarrassment, gave her a quick hug before going to attend to whatever work she had to do.

Liara stared after her and she felt Shepard's hand on her shoulder.

"You want me to go grab Wrex?"

Liara shook her head, "No, I'd probably better go and get some sleep. We're leaving first thing in the morning, right?"

"Yup, right after the Morning Prayer." Shepard gave her a final pat on the back before heading in the direction of Ashley and what looked to be a few of the tribe's soldiers. Soon, Liara stood before the yurt that had been set aside for her and a few others. She was about to step inside when she decided to take one last look at the crowd. For the first time since they'd lost Garrus, she had the sense that everything was going to be okay.

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The preparations began immediately after the tribe's Morning Prayer. Tali couldn't help but be impressed at the sheer level of speed the humans achieved. Within half an hour almost half the tribe's "yurts" and supplies were already crammed into the small handful of supply trucks they had on hand and all but the small children had exchanged their traditional coats and robes for environment suits. When she had remarked on this swiftness, Shepard smiled and said, "Fastest thing on this earth is a bunch of Steppe nomads with somewhere to go."

"Wrench."

Tali snapped back to reality and handed her teacher, an engineer by the name of Nurbolat, the instrument. She had been assigned to him so she could quickly pick up the ins and outs of maintaining human vehicles. Similar partnerships had been arranged throughout the camp as preparations continued. The most common one was teaching the crew how to ride grav-bikes as that was going to be the main conveyance for most of them, the transport trucks were already full of the tribe's younger children, wounded, and elder folk who could no longer ride.

"Okay," Nurbolat said, "come down here and tell me what I did." She slid under the truck he'd been working on and began to point out what he had done. After a few minutes of this he slithered out from under the truck and sat up. "Not bad," he said, "You learn quickly." She smiled at that.

"Thank you." She said. In the days since Garrus…didn't make it back, she had found solace in her work. The new addition to their caravan would be a boon to her. It would give her something to take her mind off… She shook her head. Don't think about it. It was only then that Tali realized that Nurbolat was speaking.

"I'm sorry," she said, "what was that?"

"I was asking about what you did among your own people." He was slowly gathering his tools into a large metal box, "You seem to have a lot of experience with vehicles."

Tali told him about her schooling in engineering of all kinds. Soon, they came to talking about the differences between spaceships and ground vehicles which was something her companion seemed to take a great interest in. She was pushed out of their train of conversation by the sound of a large horn and she realized that the whole camp was packed up and ready to go.

"That's the signal." Nurbolat said, "Fifteen minutes to get ready to leave. We'd better get to my bike."

Tali was about to follow him when she looked out over the Steppes. "I'll meet you there," she said, "There's something I have to do first."

He turned to face her with an annoyed expression on his face but he relented when she stared at him. "Fine, but make sure you're back in time. I won't hesitate in leaving you." The words had no fire in them.

Tali watched him go before turning around.

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Well, here this is. I'm not the biggest fan of the first half of this chapter. It maybe one of the pieces I eventually go back and look over. Anyway, I'll see you all next week.
 
Book 2: Ch 9: New Friends, Old Friends Pt. 2
Chapter 9: New Friends, Old Friends Pt. 2

"Goddess," T'Bayla grumbled, "I didn't know we'd ended up that far off course."

"Well," Shepard responded as she pointed down at the blue hologram projected by her Ghost, "I was more focused on getting us the hell away from the Cosmodrome." Which was true but that didn't stop it from hurting her pride. Cayde was going to have a field day with this. Instead of going south to Samarkand, they'd been forced to skirt the Cosmodrome and drift vaguely east. Now they seemed to be a few miles north of the M32 highway. She glanced at the highway and looked at Karluk. "I don't know about this…"

Karluk waved his hand, "I know, Shepard. The Fallen keep a close eye on the Highway. But they're already looking for you. They might even be looking for us." He trailed his finger down the highway, "Stealth has become a hindrance."

"Karluk is right, Guardian. We need speed. And we can double our speed using the Highway."

Shepard rubbed the back of her head. She went through all of her own plans and realized to her consternation that most of them were half-baked at best. She sighed and said, "It's what we got." The next half hour was spent on logistics and other subjects of importance. When they were done, Kulai told a messenger to send out the signal for final preparations. They had spent too much time in one place as it was and they had to leave before the Fallen could find them.

As the meeting separated, Shepard noticed that Karluk wasn't there. She turned to Amira, "Where did Karluk go?"

Her eyes widened when she heard Shepard ask, "I-I didn't even noticed he'd left." That was strange, Shepard thought, Karluk always told Amira where he was going.

"It's probably fine. I'll go find him." She pointed at her friend, "You get ready to ride."

Amira frowned but did as Shepard said. As she walked away, Shepard muttered to herself, "Now, if I was Kazakh nomad…"

She found him at the edge of the camp staring out into the Steppes. She walked towards him and as she got closer she saw him on the verge of tears.

"Karluk…" she said.

"My tribe has lived in this land for thousands of years. Before the Collapse." He shook his head, "Before even the Traveler." His eyes clenched shut, "And now I'm the one that has to abandon it."

Shepard put a hand on his shoulder. Karluk had never been the kind of man who clung to bravado like other young men his age. But he was right in one sense. His people had been here since the Before. They'd fought tooth and nail in the Dark Age and after to keep it. And now they couldn't. "Karluk," she said, "I know how it feels like to lose a place to the Fallen." For a moment, she closed her eyes and remembered Mindoir. "You're not being a coward by packing up the tribe and leaving, Karluk. You said it yourself. You won't survive another winter on the Steppes."

"She is right, Karluk." They both turned and saw Amira. Karluk's eyes widened as he spoke her name. She placed two fingers onto his lips, "The tribe is with you, Karluk." She took the fingers from his lips and brought her hand to his chin, "As am I." With that she smiled, took her hand from his face, and walked away.

Shepard looked over and saw Karluk staring at the retreating form of his wife. She smiled, "Wow, wife for the win."

He blushed, "Amira is, as in many things, right." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them she could see the glint of determination in his eyes. "We'd best get going if we're going to…" Karluk squinted and peeked over Shepard's shoulder. "I think that is one of yours."

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Tali rested on her knees as she dug out a little bit more dirt with the small trowel she'd borrowed from Liara. She was almost done. Just had to get a more shovelfuls of dirt out and then she could-

"Tali!"

She startled and turned her head to see Shepard and one of the Captains of the tribe coming forward to meet her. She climbed up onto her feet and tried to shield the hole from their sight. "Oh, hi Shepard. Elder."

"Uhh," Shepard said, "We were about to get ready to leave. What are you doing over here, Tali?"

Tali heard her suit's fans turn on to counteract the sudden increase in body temperature. "Oh, nothing I was just enjoying some free time."

One of Shepard's eyebrows shot up "On your knees?" Tali blushed. Oh, that thought was getting locked in the Vault to never see the light of day again. Shepard sighed and shook her head, "Tali, seriously, what are you up to?" She tried to peek around Tali's shoulder only for the quarian to lean to block her sight. Tali quickly realized she forgot about the nomad.

"It's a hole." He said.

Tali's eyes widened, "It's nothing I just…" Then Shepard did the worst thing she could have done. She put her hand on Tali's shoulder and…gave her a look. Not an impatient one. More the opposite.

"Tali…"

Tali felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes as she turned around and showed them a small box. She opened it and showed them what was inside.

"I-It's for Garrus. In ca- In case he catches up."

Shepard frowned and shook her head, "Tali, Garrus is…"

"I know he's probably dead!" she yelled. She regretted it immediately and closed her eyes to keep the tears at bay. "But, we don't know that he is." Tali felt her insides fall apart. It was the first time she'd even thought of the word "dead" since Garrus hadn't come back from the Cosmodrome. She took a calming breath and tried to keep the quaking out of her voice. "I-if he made it then I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do anything to help him." Shepard opened her mouth to speak but Tali interrupted her, "It's just some food and a map of where we're going. The map is encrypted. Only Garrus would ever know how to unlock it!" She looked down at the ground. This was stupid.

"It's okay."

Tali's eyes left the ground and she saw Shepard gently shut the lid on the box. "Come on," she said, "sooner we get this done the sooner we can finish getting ready." She turned her head to look back at the Elder, "You go on ahead. We'll catch up."

Soon, it was only the two of them, kneeling down, patting down the patch of dirt. They didn't talk, preferring a sad silence only occasionally broken by the sounds of engines in the distance. Once they were finished, they both stood up.

"Thank you," Tali said.

Shepard brushed the dirt off her hands, "It was nothing." It became silent again for a few moments before Shepard started speaking, "It sucks."

Tali didn't need to ask what she was talking about. "My mother died when I was very little."

"That sounds awful." Shepard said. There was compassion in her voice but there was also a flatness to it. Tali wondered how familiar Shepard was with loss.

Tali smiled, "That's just it. It wasn't." Tali felt a familiar guilt wind through her chest, "Or it isn't. I don't remember much about my mother. When I think of her, it's as if I'm remembering a piece of scenery."

"So this is the first time you've felt this way." Shepard said and Tali nodded. Shepard sighed, "I'm not going to say it gets easier. Cause that's nowhere near as comforting as people think it is. But, you learn to…live with it. Eventually." Tali felt the pain in her heart. The same pain she'd lived with for weeks.

"That doesn't sound very good." Tali said shaking her head.

"I know."

Then, to Tali's horror and elation, Shepard pulled her into a hug. Keelah, she thought, why is she so warm? She sighed to herself and allowed herself to sink into Shepard's arms. It was with both relief and regret that Tali finally let go.

"You really should talk to your friends about this." Shepard said. A smile spread across her face, "I mean, I bet Wrex's hugs are awesome." Her smile turned into a smug grin, "Trust me, I can tell."

Dammit, Tali thought, she loved/hated how Shepard could always make her smile. They made their way to the camp where they parted ways. She found Nurbolat standing by his bike, a worn looking thing that seemed to have a similar design to Shepard's, and dressed in his environment suit. Upon seeing her he climbed onto the bike and waved at her. She ran up and jumped onto the bike. She looked around and all around her were bikes, each one holding a pair of travelers many of them were human-alien pairs, and trucks she knew were either filled with supplies or people.

Wrex's head poked out of the back of one of them. He'd been chosen to help defend the trucks since he was too heavy for one of the bikes. She waved at him and he gave her a quick nod before he pulled his head back into the truck. From the front of the caravan, Tali heard someone yell. She couldn't make out the words over the noise but she felt the bike shift into gear and soon they were speeding across the Steppes.

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She was coming upon the entrance to the Cosmodrome and she was already disappointed. The skeletons here were familiar to her. Hell, she'd given some of them names.

"Hi, Fred." She said to one of them. She wanted to leave already but she knew if she didn't at least get as far as the entrance she'd get paranoid about whether her Guardian was there or not. Just get to the entrance, she thought. Just get to the entrance and you can light out to the City. See what new vids or comics the Digital-Archaeologists had dug out of the Old Cloud. Do a quick survey of the Trials. Then maybe light out to Mars to see if there was anything in the ruins.

That's how it was to be a Ghost without a Guardian. Just go through the motions. Maybe she could talk to someone when she got back-

She saw…something on the roof of one of the cars. She got closer. It was nothing she'd ever seen before. Which was pretty amazing because she'd crisscrossed Sol multiple times. It was the same basic shape as most Earth-based sapients two legs and one head. It looked like it had had two arms but had lost the right one. Arc grenade if she was reading the burns correctly. But it reminded her a little bit of a bird. She looked at it closer. A plated bird. Multiple ropes lashed it to the roof. She didn't have to guess who did that. She began to scan it when...She turned her scanner off. T-That couldn't be right. She scanned him again. She saw it, beyond the Veil. A spark of light like a distant star.

"It's you!" she shouted. She closed her eye and bounced in the air, "It's you! It's you! It's you!" She began to examine him more closely, "I found you. Traveler's Light, I found you! I mean, you look weird but I don't care cause you're mine!"

She shook herself. Shouting at the top of her speakers near a Fallen stronghold. Wonderful idea. She calmed herself down. She did it. She'd found him. Now she had to bring him back. She took another look. It'd be easy since he was relatively fresh. First she used her utility laser to cut the ropes tying him to the car. She pushed him off the roof and he fell onto the ground. She rolled him onto his back.

Okay, now that she'd gotten him some dignity it was time. She felt her shell slowly come off of the core as she kindled the spark of her Light into a flame. The flame lit up the void that stretched beyond the Veil and across the expanse she saw the small Light of her Guardian brighten up into a Beacon. He was there before her. Now all she had to do was…

Reach out.

*****

Okay, this is finally done. Sorry that its late. I spent Monday and Tuesday dealing with employment stuff. Anyways, I like this a lot more than I like the first half. Anyway, see you guys next week.
 
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Okay, now that she'd gotten him some dignity it was time. She felt her shell slowly come off of the core as she kindled the spark of her Light into a flame. The flame lit up the void that stretched beyond the Veil and across the expanse she saw the small Light of her Guardian brighten up into a Beacon. He was there before her. Now all she had to do was…

Reach out.

It's time to wake up Garrus.
 
So, is Garrus going to pull a conveniently timed reappearance and save everyone's bacon, or is he going to pull a "What took you so long?" when the crew and the nomads arrive at the city? I mean, it's gotta be one or the other, right? That's some sort of tradition...
 
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