#ezner shepard

[flaine1996]

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO EZNER SHEPARD IN MASS EFFECT 1 ME:LE!!! GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD! bummed out that she doesnt have her ginger hair nor more prominent freckles but this was as close ae ai could get and honestly its growing on me so so much! Love this woman!!

Also im so in love with her dynamic with Kaidan. While shes the hothead and aggressive hes the calm to her storm and just ugh i love it!

[flaine1996]

Mass Effect: Reclamation

Chapter 4:  First Meetings 

Summary: Ezner Shepard is always ready for a fight. Is she ready to meet her match?

Shepard stretched from her seat. The alcohol had numbed some of her senses. She hadn’t stopped drinking even when she was talking to Elionel, who hadn’t stopped chastising her for it.

“You have to stop drinking.”

“Not ‘till I’m dead.”

“At the rate you're going, you may as well be.”        

Shepard shrugged, despite Elionel’s nagging she did appreciate the woman’s honesty and care. She needed to tell her that and was about to when she noticed a group walk in. Honestly, Shepard wouldn’t have cared if anyone had entered especially with how loose the security was but the krogan she had seen back in the docks had strolled up with his entourage. Though this time he wasn’t wearing his armor and wore a more casual attire, same with his followers. She wouldn’t have been able to differentiate him from the rest if it hadn’t been for the loud humming blasting through her head which made her tense up. Despite the loud music, the fact she could pinpoint the biotics in the room was due to her training. Aside from the Krogan she also felt a low yet strong and steady hum of biotics somewhere in the crowd of people. “Passable enough as a threat. It's gonna be a fun night,” Shepard mused. Despite how on edge she felt, the alcohol in her system helped put her at ease. She continued her conversation with Elionel while using the beer bottle’s reflection to track the movement of the krogan.

“How’s your new girlfriend?”

“You know about that?”

“Yeah. I do check up on you, you know.”

“Ew, creep,” Elionel humorously replied. The wrinkle in her brow vanished and a wide smile crept on her face, “well… I don’t know how much you know but she’s an asari. Is into sports. Actually is right no-”

Shepard tuned her out. She watched the krogan bark at a group of civilians sitting at one of the tables near the counter. The salarian, who was seated, cowered in fear and did as he was told. So did his companions and they all fled from their seats. The krogan took over their chair with his companions. He heartily laughed, Shepard tightened her grip even more on her bottle. Cracks started to form.

“You alright, Sheppie?”

“Huh,” Shepard blinked out of her haze. She realized she had failed to keep up the facade of listening.

“You zoned out there. Is anything wrong? Don’t tell me your blacking out,” Elionel’s voice squeaked as worry and panic filled her tone.

Shepard shook her head, “no, just-” She was cut off. A shriek came from behind her. She turned around, and what she saw made her blood start to boil.

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[flaine1996]

Mass Effect: Reclamation

Chapter 2: SSV AIN JALUT

Summary: SSV AIN JALUT was about to lose a crew member but open doors for Shepard. Will she take it?

SSV Ain Jalut wasn’t a big ship. More of a prototype stealth frigate that had focused its attention on patrolling around the Terminus system. Looking for criminals such as batarian pirates, to be exact. A crew of 24. 23 actually, if the Captain had anything to say about it.

“Can you repeat that, sir?” Shepard asked. She stood in the Captain’s office, sleek and modern. His metal desk encompassed only a corner of his room and the bed hidden away at the far back. A compact and small room fitting for any Captain. Captain Hendrickson wasn’t a bad man nor a very strict one. He was kind and genuine to his crew, the only exception being Shepard. He had a particular distaste for her. Not that she could exactly blame him, not with her track record.

“Have you gone deaf? Maybe military life doesn’t suit you,” The Captain bitterly responded. He placed the datapad on his desk. He was taller than her by just a few inches. It gave him the false sensation of being imposing. He continued, “You're being transferred to another ship. Thank heavens.”

Shepard grinded her teeth together. She knew if she kept it up she’d dislocate her jaw, “sir, I do not see good reason-”

“You have disobeyed direct orders. Not just once. Not just twice. In every goddamn mission,” the Captain bluntly stated, “I do not need a gung-ho trigger happy novice, who can’t follow a single damned word! Because of you we lost a boy’s life!”

Shepard clamped her mouth shut as the Captain stared her down. Shepard knew she lost. Despite her reasons, she knew Captain Hendrickson wouldn’t understand. Not even her ground commander did and whatever he reported about her, soured the Captain's opinion of her even more. She earned her reputation on Torfan even when it followed her like a plague. It didn’t help her case that her attitude in general was that of a raging krogan but she wasn’t here to coddle people. She was here to finish the war that was waged, to do what was necessary to destroy all criminal activity near any human colony, particularly any batarian activity. Mindoir would never happen again. Not as long as she breathed.

But no one saw it the way she did. Everyone in the Alliance had as much of a spine as a hanar and the intelligence of a pyjak except for a select few. Like Captain Anderson and begrudgingly Admiral Hackett. Nonetheless, Captain Hendrickson was not one of them. She listened to him drone on and on about being a proper marine about what it takes without sacrificing what made one human. Shepard had long ago lost the meaning of that word. Only doing everything that was necessary to achieve her goals, why Anderson had been so worried about her. Shepard had no longer needed her name, Ezner. She was no longer human. It just took Torfan to have made her realize that.

“--stationed under the Command of Captain Anderson. You should thank whatever hell you spawned out of to be allowed to serve under such a grand and outstanding man,” Captain Hendrickson remarked with appreciation and respect coating his voice.

“Sir, There must be some kind of mistake,” Shepard said in disbelief as she came to from her musings. She knew Captain Anderson very well, after all he had saved her from the rubble in Mindoir and has been a mentor figure to her for most of her career in the Alliance. But being stationed under him was never any plan of hers and was an unwelcome surprise.

“Do you really think I’d deliver this news to you if I wasn’t sure, Lieutenant? Even I believe you don’t deserve it, but the brass has deemed it to be so. We will be dropping you onto the Citadel,” Captain Hendrickson replied, irritated.

“Why the Citadel, sir, and not Arcturus,” Shepard genuinely asked. The last she heard about Anderson was that he was still on Arcturus training some recruits for a classified program he tried to recruit her in. She firmly declined and the conversation ended after that. She knew Anderson respected her wishes and would not pursue the matter especially when Shepard didn’t want to be associated with him. Not that she didn’t have great respect for the man, quite the opposite. Anderson didn’t deserve to waste any more time on her.

Captain Hendrickson gave her a pointed look, “Anderson and his ship have docked there. Now if you're done questioning my every order, gather your gear and get. The. Hell. Out. Of. My. Ship.”

Captain Hendrickson ordered as he pointed to the door. Shepard glared at him a minute longer before saluting and then making her way out. She saw in the corner of her eye that Captain Hendrickson was about to drink from his cup. When a soft blue hue enveloped it causing it to miss the Captain’s mouth, spilling all over him, “fuck!” Ezner heard as she left him to his own devices.

As she walked the halls filled with other marines to reach her locker, they all had something to say about her.

“The butcher is finally leaving.”

“Thank fucking God.”

“Murderer.”

“War criminal.”

“We don’t have to worry about her incompetence getting us all killed.”

“Good fucking riddance.”

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[flaine1996]

Okay back at it again with my bullshit but I am rewriting my longfic of Ezner Shepard's chronicles because I want to give my best that I can give for the story I want to tell. So without further ado,

Anhur

Summary: Alliance soldiers dont usually traverse through the Terminus systems. That hasn't stopped the SSV ain Jalut.

Garden worlds have always been habitable places, where the ecosphere could support any population.

Yet somehow Anhur felt anything but habitable.

The buildings had been clearly renovated, yet hardly anyone seemed to be living in them. Most of the inhabitants made the streets their homes, and it didn’t look like it was by their own choosing.

Which is why it had been a strange sight seeing a group of armed soldiers walking down the streets as if they owned the place. After all this was the Terminus, soldiers didn’t come here. Not by choice anyway.

The tall, bulked up soldier in the front conversed with one of the locals. The latter pointed to the nearby dense forests where he explained that there is a clearing far off from where the eye can see. In response the soldier nodded and gave him a small container. The local gladly accepted and ran away from prying eyes, holding the container as if he was carrying gold.

The soldiers charged on, passing through the dense forest, going in deeper and deeper.

Boots filled with dirt and gravel, sweat poured down their faces. Guns held close to their chests and then they saw it. The small building in the middle of the clearing.

One of the soldiers looked to his hand and an omni-tool appeared, “The scanner is picking up life signs, Commander. How shall we proceed?”

The tall man surveyed the area, “Hajjins, position yourself 15 feet southeast from here. Take Alvarez with you. Alvarez, I need you to decrypt any information you can get from that building. The rest of you will be the ground team. Move out.”

Without a single word, the rest of the soldiers filed out with disciplined movement. The ground team, despite the dense trees and rocky terrain, was precise and careful as they got closer to the building. As one of the soldiers moved in however, a turret emerged from underground blasting at the soldier’s shield and armor.

“God dammit! Alvarez, did you not see that?” The commander yelled as one of the other soldiers dragged the injured behind a large tree they were in.

“Was just about to contact you, Sir,” Alvarez hastily replied.

“Corporal asswipe,” said the soldier dragging the other.

“Save your energy, Trembley. Keep Lee stable,” The man commanded, “Hajjins, take it down. Any other surprises we should worry about, Alvarez?”

“Chief Hajjins says she’s doing the best she can but as long as you aren’t in range it won’t come out. And also…”

“Spit it out, Alvarez!”

“They’ve managed to scatter mines below ground… If you even step on o-”

“I get it, Alvarez! Fuck. Can you somehow deactivate them?”

“It will take hours to shut them all off, sir, but I can show you where they are located,” as he said that the commanders' omni-tool popped up which showed a map of the area with scattered glowing red dots. The red glow pulsated and beeped to specify each of their location, “That’s not all, there’s still a turret hiding.”

“Fuck sake! Find a way to deactivate them! Now,” The commander barked and turned to his soldiers, “You’ve heard him. Now we have to wait and pray for a fucking miracle.”

“You’re telling us to wait,” a soldier with distinct blood red striped armor asked.

“Didn’t think you were deaf,” The commander snapped, “If you want to be a moving target then do it, but I am not gonna waste their lives on a suicide run.”

With that he turned his back on the soldier and checked on Lee.

“Uhm… sir,” Alvarez called shakily.

“What now?”

“Lieutenant Shepard’s mobilizing,” replied Alvarez nervously.

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[flaine1996]

Mass Effect Reclamation

Chapter 3: The Wards

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.”

More what?” Shepard stared at Javier as she walked into the small kitchen. Letting Javier talk was one way to get information out of him. Only question was would he fall for it.

Javier shrugged, “who knows? Haven’t found anything about it but if it bothers you so much I can dig around.”

Shepard eyed him over the kitchen counter then gave out a sigh. Guess this was all she was getting from him, she thought as she checked the contents of the fridge, finding two beer cans. Grabbing them, she threw one at Javier who caught it with ease.

Silence descended upon them as they took a sip from their drinks. When Javier thought this was the best time to offer, “Well since that's settled, let’s go out.”

“No,” Shepard immediately replied as she sat on the couch.

“Wha--” Javier complained as he turned his head to her direction, “You don’t even know where we’re going.”

“You’re always working on an angle. I don’t trust you.”

“One, that hurts. Second, don’t you wanna celebrate?”

“Does this have anything to do with the information I sent you?”

Javier sighed as he rolled his eyes, “Is work the only thing you can think of?”

“You should think more.”

Javier gave her a pointed look, “There’s a fine line between being committed and being obsessed. You're both.”

Shepard shrugged and placed her feet up on the table. Javier’s eyebrow scrunched and his mouth twitched in disgust.

“You’re an animal.”

“Takes one to know one,” Shepard said, shifting her position to a more comfortable one. With both feet outstretched, one foot on top of the other. “Still not going out.”

“So what are you gonna do? Sulk? Until I get your data or find out more about why you got stationed on the Normandy?”

Shepard gave him an annoyed glance as she typed on her omni-tool and sent him a file, “I recently got this from a severed arm.”

“Wha--”

“A batarians,” Shepard cut him off, “I’m not legally allowed to sever our people’s arms.”

“Hasn’t stopped you,” Javier whispered and yet Shepard heard, “Damn. You really are brutal, you know that.”

Shepard shrugged, whatever was necessary to get what she wanted. No matter the cost. “Look, this data came at a price,” Shepard said as she looked at the beer can she was holding, “I just.. I just need to know if you're going to help me or not.”

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[flaine1996]

Finally finished ME1!!! HAHAAH though gonna replay once again so I can write Mass Effect: Reclamation! While I play XD so expect some ramblings and posts from me! If you wanna mute my story its tagged as Mass effect: Reclamation. I really cant wait to jump in to Ezner’s story fully except I hate writing and drawing for it huhhu.

[flaine1996]

So my game decided to glitch the fuck out and i had to delete it :) so im back to square 1 in Mass effect:legendary edition. Honestly I'm not as devastated as i should be but worried if this keeps happening then ME:LE would be unplayable for me but also yay recreate Ezner because I felt her face was off.

[flaine1996]

So I drew this for a title page for my project timeline still deciding if i like the background or not. Though heres Ezner Shepard.