#cassandra shepard

[crimsonv0id]

my female shepard, cassandra (my garrus romance)

[albinoshepard]

Happy N7 Day!!!

Postcards from the wonderful Eden Prime. Greetings from your affectionate Cassandra Shepard.

🚀✨❤️

N7 Month Challenge 2023

Day #07: FREE SPACE

Prompt List - @n7month

🎮 Mᴀss Eғғᴇᴄᴛ 1 Lᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ Eᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ℹ️ PʟᴀʏSᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 5 | Lɪɢʜᴛʀᴏᴏᴍ+Sɴᴀᴘsᴇᴇᴅ

[mllemaenad]

Everyone in Mass Effect 1 is so messed up.

Kaidan: So I was more-or-less forcibly recruited into an evil boarding school for biotics. It was awful, and included instructors physically assaulting students.

Cassie: Shit, that’s awful. I’ve got a few biotic horror stories of my own, but I can’t say I’m sorry I missed the whole “Brain Camp” fiasco.

Kaidan: You have expressed empathy for my situation! Our love is undeniable!

Cassie: What? No.

Kaidan: WE SHALL BE WED AT DAWN.

Cassie: *hits him with a rolled up newspaper* NO!

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Kaidan: So I was more-or-less forcibly recruited into an evil boarding school for biotics. It was awful, and included instructors physically assaulting students.

Cassie: Kaidan, I do not give the least of fucks about your childhood trauma. Can we be friends now?

Kaidan: Uh. Okay?

Cassie: Good. Remind me to pick up some pills for your migraines next time we’re on the Citadel.

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Ashley: Do you have a problem with my religion, Commander?

Cassie: ... Ash, I’ve given zero thought to your religious beliefs. But I am a little concerned that you seem ready to fistfight me in the cargo hold over them. What gives?

Ashley: Uh. A career spent alternately scrubbing toilets and being sent on suicide missions because my grandpa wasn’t so keen on doing the whole Spartan 300 thing over a misunderstanding with the turians has kind of fucked up my fight-or-flight reflex?

Cassie: Huh. We will mellow you out eventually.

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Liara: Commander, your brain is full of sexy Prothean mysteries, and you just saved my life. I am definitely in love.

Cassie: Liara, you just almost died, your mother has turned into a supervillain and, if I understand your species’ lifespan correctly, you are about the equivalent of nineteen. Maybe rethink this?

Liara: You’re cute when you’re logical.

Cassie: *hits her with a rolled up newspaper* NO!

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Garrus: Can’t we just blow up the ship with the bad guys on it? There are only about ten civilians on there.

Cassie: *hits him with a rolled up newspaper* NO!

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Tali: GENOCIDE WAS NOT A MISTAKE.

Cassie: *hits her with a rolled up newspaper* IT REALLY WAS!

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Cassie: How are you doing, Wrex?

Wrex: Eh. Honestly I’m kind of burned out.

Cassie: How do you mean?

Wrex: Well, I was trying to work out a plan to rebuild my civilisation after suffering an act of genocide. And – you have to understand – this was after we were conscripted into a galaxy-wide war, and after we had experienced a nuclear apocalypse, so we’ve been having a rough couple of millennia. Anyway, my father betrayed me, killed my followers, and I had to kill him. All because endless warfare was somehow the only krogan way, even though the ruins on our planet clearly indicate that we had a functioning civilisation before we blew it up. So now I just try to make a semi-honest living and not expect too much of other people.

Cassie: I mean – it can’t be all bad?

Wrex: Every planet we go to, humans seem to be trying to enslave the rachni, or a sentient plant, or something equally stupid.

Cassie: ... That’s a fair cop.

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Pressley: Hey, commander? Apropos of nothing, I’m a bit xenophobic.

Cassie: *hits him with a rolled up newspaper* NO!

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Cassie: Crew, this is Commander Shepard delivering a ship-wide announcement. If I’m ever off the ship, Wrex is in charge. Are we clear? Wrex. If Wrex and I are ever both off the ship at the same time ... you’re all doomed. That will be all.

[emotionalwarmth]

Mass Effect Forever monthly prompt was Mercy and I instantly thought of Clone Shep being saved.

[evilesthar]

I tried to resist.

I've changed 4 or 5 other games in the last 3 months, saying to myself "Enough! It's time for a change! You can't play the same game for a year in a row!"

But it was stronger than me. It's since I finished the second full run that I have this new story in mind for my Shepard. It keeps hammering in my head and I can't think of anything else. So in the end I did.

Third run. Insane level (but only because I want platinum on PS4).

Cassandra Shepard, colonist, survivor, adept. Cassandra ... like the famous Greek prophetess who predicted the tragic fall of Troy but to which no one listened. Exposure to eezo in utero which gave her biotic powers also made her turn albino: red eyes, white hair and pale skin.

I had wanted to play an albino Shepard for years and now I have even found a background for her!

So ... "Here we go again", also with a new tumblr! I have over 85 GB of screenshots and video to share with you! 😋

[fischotterkunst]

pls allow me just one moment to show off my Shepard i love her so much

that is all thank you for your time

[cassandrashepard-blog]

Cassandra Shepard is an avid traveler, living in numerous locations across the United States and in the world. Originally from Louisiana, Shepard attended Xavier University in New Orleans for her undergraduate program and traveled to New York and Sao Paulo, Brazil as part of two exchange programs. She currently lives and works in the Chicagoland area.

[lightfiends]

Holiday Harbinger 2019 for @paxveraque

Hi @paxveraque ! I’m your holiday harbinger (thank you @masseffectholidaycheer for organising) I struggled a bit with what to write because I read all about your Cassandra and kind of fell in love with her and her history and wasn’t really sure how to get her tone properly because you write her so well, so I decided to write about Garrus instead who we all know and love and I really hope you enjoy this. 

The air is hot, not even a speck of dust was stirring in the standardised meeting room, all grey metal and bright lights. Garrus’ feels like his plates are melting in the stifling room and he struggles to focus. Someone is saying something about the First Contact War but Garrus can only really catch every few words. He hates these kind of training seminars.

History, he thinks, is best left behind.

He wants to be on the range, practicing his shooting. He wants to be reading case files and actually doing something rather than being forced to sit in this room, with its too small chairs that don’t accommodate his talons and learn about how humans fucked up the carefully balanced system the Turians had policed for centuries. It’s happened hasn’t it? Surely the best thing to pay attention to was how to deal with it, what to manage, what to fix, where they go from here.

Garrus hates feeling static.

Finally there is a pause in their lecture for the day, and there is a scraping of chairs and tables as people shift and file out of the room into the C-Sec corridors. He goes out to grab a hot beverage, hoping that this time he doesn’t pick up some Batarian crap by mistake.

“yeah you heard their considering a human spectre?”

He overhears and that stops him right in his tracks because okay, humans are pretty courageous, he’ll give them that, but spectre status? Please. He can’t imagine any human matching up to Nihlus. He lingers a little longer, hoping to hear more, but apparently, it’s just rumour and hearsay and he doesn’t really have time for this.

He heads straight to his office, passing by a group of humans in N7 gear and that is enough to get him to keep watching. The leader of the group has this look in her eye that Garrus recognises somehow, he’s about to stop, about to follow her when someone bumps into him, making him drop his notes.

“Ah, I’m so sorry,” the Asari says, her cheeks blushing a bright pink even through the blue. Garrus shuffles together his papers again and attempts a smile, flaring his mandibles. He adjusts his subvocals despite knowing the Asari won’t get it.

“No problem, have a good day,” and it’s dismissive he knows, but it gets what he wants as she practically runs away and he turns to try find that woman – but too late, they’ve moved on. Oh well. He’s got cases to cover.

Lately, though, he can’t help feeling like he’s on repeat, one thing after another, always the same red tape, always the same forms to fill. His talons itch to dig into something real. He stares at the paperwork on his desk and sighs.

Maybe real wasn’t what he was built for.

-

The job is given to him in hushed whispers, behind closed doors, though the irony of glass partitions does not escape him.

Saren.

They’re not sure they can trust him anymore, and Garrus is handed this like some sort of prize, like investigating their top Turian spectre is a reward he’s gained, as if turning his back on a fellow Turian should make him happy.

Shit, he grew up hearing stories about Saren. He admired him.

But, he’s a good Turian, he says he’ll look into it and when he does…there’s a whole lot of information to find and it makes him kind of sick to the stomach.

As soon as he finds out about Saren it’s like opening a can of worms, he knew there was corruption but what he didn’t know was how incredibly tied his hands would be. It’s like there is a block at every turn and through it all he hears whispers of someone.

Cassandra Shepard.

Something in the way people say her name makes his heart stop, but then he reminds himself that this isn’t some fairytale. This isn’t some story where there’s a hero and they make all the difference.

He’s just a lowly C-Sec officer and she’s just some military hotshot of the week.

But, goddamn, if it doesn’t sound like she’s actually getting shit done.

-

He meets her in a whirlwind of gunfire, she shimmers into view before him coming out of her tactical cloak, a shotgun on her hip.

“Let her go,” she says.

The moment of distraction is all he needs to save the kidnapped doctor they were here for. After that, everything is fast and loud.

She’s a force: focussed, brutal, efficient.

It’s like watching a sniper rifle in action.

Something about it falls into place for him, this is the first time he really feels like something is happening. After months of twisting and stopping at every turn, of chasing Saren around in circles, she shows up and bam. Clear lead. Clear information. He needs this.

He runs after her after everything is done. She’s about to go talk to the council but he stops her before she goes in, he almost feels shy.

“I want to come with you,” he says, all bravado in his voice even though he doesn’t feel any.

When she agrees, he almost doesn’t believe it.

He watches her argue with the council and sees the quiet passion and determination in her stance. There is a calm intensity to her that he can’t take his eyes off and he wonders why the hell the council can’t seem to see it also.

His decision is so easy then, he walks away from C-Sec without any regrets, knowing he’s following the right person.

And as he steps onto the Normandy, its white and black gloss and blue dimmed lights reflecting through his visor he feels it.

The thrum of the engine, the clank of his talons on the runway…this thing here, whatever it is, him following Shepard’s footsteps as she leads the way, her smile as she turns back to welcome him aboard.

This is real.