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@natsora thanks for the tag! Tagging @joking611 @raedmagdon @inquartata30 And anyone who feels like they wanna share a piece of their heart with us! ♥ @ me if you do so i can read it! From the first chapter of Dancing Among the Stars - book one in my Inescapable Honor Series. A massive story set in the Mass Effect world centered on a few humans with a large Asari-centric cast.
It begins waaaaay back in 2167; 9 years before the Skyllian Blitz.
We begin our story on the planet of Elysium, with a human Engineering Specialist name Amelie Dupont. Lets see what happens...
“DU PONT!” The sound of a wrench falling on concrete preluded a soft curse seconds before there was a sharp response. “What!” A grease smudged face appeared out from under the mule. Her expression accusatory as she rubbed a now dirty red spot on her forehead.His face was a mix of fatherly pride and sympathy. More than once Liam Adama had said that the transport was beyond hope, and still it seemed that his best mechanic disagreed. Dubbed, “The Mule”, the device was designed to help lift and carry heavy loads; most specifically to help when colonizing a world. They were worked hard and worked often, this particular mule had been second hand before its journey to Elysium. Eight years of hard dock work left it old and tired and would probably do them better as a show piece in a museum somewhere. Still the redhead that lay on a grav roller beneath it couldn’t let it rest in peace… or rather pieces. He offered a hand down to the gifted mechanic. “We got a wounded bird coming in. I want you on the repair team.” Though she didn't move he kept his hand extended while she lay there looking up at him for a moment still rubbing at that spot on her noggin. Amelie Du Pont, had run the gamut of life at the young age of 32. Despite her inherited wealth and personal tragedy she chose to work for a living. Not happy to live as a world hopping debutante or a freelance gizmo wizard, she had earned her G7 status every step of the way. Knowing her as he did, she probably earned it twice as much as the next Engineer.Some would call her his pet project, but he didn't have room for a high maintenance noblesse in his hangar. Elitist no, but elite she was. In his experience there wasn’t a better engineer or machine whisperer in the whole of Alliance space. What a master surgeon could do for a living patient, Amelie could do for a mechanical one. So if she wanted to lay a few extra minutes under the defunct carcass of a colonial transport sledge, he could afford those extra few moments. “A merchant ship?” She asked, reaching for his hand. A black and silver artificial limb grasped his own and he walked backwards, pulling her out from under the mule before helping her up. With the Mach 5 industrial model Amelie had the strength in her right hand to tighten lugs on a ground vehicle with the power of an impact wrench. It was its tactile sensitivity that kept her from crushing his hand when she took it. “Escort from Illiam.” Liam watched to see if she would protest. After the Med Bay incident that took her mother’s life, he wouldn’t have much recourse if she chose to recuse herself. Instead of the fire that he expected she sighed pulling at the bandana on her head, using the actions to break eye contact. Auburn hair tumbled free as she pulled at the only thing holding it back. Another concession that he gave to her and her alone due to special circumstances. Using the soiled cover Amelie only managed to smear the grease on her face rather than remove it.“Batarian pirates?” She asked before meeting his eyes once more. The tired soul that memory had given him a glimpse of was hidden once again. Pulling a rag from his pocket he held it up before answering. “Spose so. They didn’t elaborate a whole lot.”Amelie brushed at the burnished locks marking her face once more. He pressed the rag into her hand, shifting behind to pull auburn hair back away from her face.“Thanks.” She managed. “What kind of escort ship are we talking about?”Twisting her hair into a thick coil he pulled an o-ring he kept on his wrist for such an occasion, twisting it back and again until it held her wild mane at bay in a messy bun. “Didn't say, only informed it was to take precedence over our current tasks.”“Great, just what I need...” Amelie growled. She paused at the sound of the mobile crane’s landing thrusters as it brought in the unknown craft.He found himself smirking despite her obvious annoyance. Finishing with the tying of her hair Liam stepped up beside her. The two of them turned at the sound of the crane. “... an entitled cowboy breathing down my neck with eezo in his pants.” she finished.