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Listen to: Legacy of the Lost - Audiomachine

A wave of goosebumps rippled across Amelia’s skin and her hairs stood on end as the adrenaline pulsed through her body. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she drew quick ragged breaths from the thick air around her.

Amelia knew she’d taken out all five of her pursuers back at the warehouse. But the explosion had been big, much bigger than she had expected and had instantly attracted new attention to her. Using her speed and knowledge of the colony she had temporarily lost her new pursuers. But it was only a matter of time until they swept this building and her ears were still ringing from the explosion, she had no idea how noisy she was being.

Gripping the barrel of the shotgun tighter, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on slowing her breathing. Sensing a change in light she opened her eyes. Looking through the crack between the crates that were providing her cover, she saw a rectangle of sunlight on the lab floor, someone had opened the door…

A figure moved to stand in the doorway, projecting an unmistakable shadow in the sunlight, a batarian. Still unsure of how much noise her panting was making, Amelia took a deep breath and held it. The figure moved into the room, the shadow growing larger. Her chest burned, as the air pounded against her lungs, desperate for freedom. She knew if she was caught here she stood little to no chance of surviving.

Then a second figure entered the doorway, almost entirely blocking out the sunlight. Amelia began to feel a surge of static in the air around her “No no no, not now!” she pleaded to herself. Her control over her biotics was sketchy, and heavily tied to her emotions, as had been proved in the movie theatre earlier that afternoon.

She very slowly allowed the air in her lungs to escape her lips, resisting the urge to allow it to rush out in one burst. Taking gentle, calm breaths, she focused on keeping her biotics at bay, feeling a drop of sweat trickle down the back of her neck as she waited for her opponent's next move.

The first batarian began to sweep the room, quite poorly Amelia thought. Arrogance...she’d taken out six of their guys, yet he was still acting like he was looking for a helpless little girl. This made her want to show him how wrong he was, but she was soon brought to her senses when the legs of the second batarian came up alongside her cover. He seemed a lot more cautious, which was flattering, but not good for her life expectancy.

Amelia prepared herself for her final battle, might as well go out with a bang. Wrapping her sweaty hands tighter round the shotgun, she felt a shooting pain slice through her right shoulder blade and she bit her lip hard to quell a yelp. The adrenaline rush was wearing off, allowing her to feel the damage that had been done by the explosion’s knockback. Amelia allowed herself a second flash back to that moment.

She had remembered seeing the fuel barrels being delivered to the colony’s supply warehouse that morning. She was born and raised on Mindoir, unlike the batarians she knew every nook and cranny of the colony and had taken full advantage of that when evading them.

Leading them to the warehouse, she waited until the five aliens that were following her were close enough, and then fired one round into the fuel barrel nearest her, setting off a beautifully devastating chain reaction, that successfully took out all five of her pursuers. But she had underestimated the power of the explosion, and was caught in the knockback sent flying into the warehouse wall behind her.

At the time the adrenaline had allowed her to ignore her injury, but she was feeling it now. A bang startled her out of her thoughts, the second batarian had stepped backwards and accidently kicked the crates...there were now big cracks in her cover, if either of them turned and looked at the crates they would see her. This was it…

The air around her began to hiss and pop as Amelia began to summon her biotics for her final showdown. Just as the lightning blue hue began to radiate off her, there was crackle over the batarians’ radio. “Recall, I want everyone back to the ships now.”

“But we still haven’t found the girl.” The first batarian replied.

“Someone sent out a distress signal shortly after we arrived from the colony communications control. It’s probably been picked up by The Alliance already. So you can either get back here right now, or you can stay and be the welcoming party for the Alliance, your choice…” the voice from the radio replied. The first batarian muttered something under his breath, and then both the batarians left.

It was only ten or so minutes until Amelia heard the three transport ships take off. She stared down at her bloody clothes, unable to tell the difference between human and batarian. She flashed back to the lifeless bodies off her sisters and girlfriend, back to walking through Mindoir’s blood soaked streets, and to the horrific scene that greeted her at home.

That was when the first tear broke through the dam, one after another they fell. Hard as she tried she couldn’t stop the grief pouring through, tears turning into uncontrollable sobs that racked her body. Her shoulder matched every sob with what felt like a bolt of lightning piercing through the right side of her body.

She let out a wail of sorrow and pain, that would have been heard throughout the colony, if there had been anyone left to hear it.

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This is my collaboration with the lovely JessGaskell .
This render piece is a side story to her main fanfiction My End And My Beginning where we get to know more about her Shepard Amelia. If you enjoyed it I have no doubt you'll love what she's got so far. Hope you like it if you do, let her know on her profile!

Love, peace and I should go. '

mods extracted by: nach77 , Melllin , Sticklove

All models are belong to: EA/Bioware and Artright Games/Square Enix

Description

Listen to: Legacy of the Lost - Audiomachine

A wave of goosebumps rippled across Amelia’s skin and her hairs stood on end as the adrenaline pulsed through her body. Her heart pounded against her ribcage as she drew quick ragged breaths from the thick air around her.

Amelia knew she’d taken out all five of her pursuers back at the warehouse. But the explosion had been big, much bigger than she had expected and had instantly attracted new attention to her. Using her speed and knowledge of the colony she had temporarily lost her new pursuers. But it was only a matter of time until they swept this building and her ears were still ringing from the explosion, she had no idea how noisy she was being.

Gripping the barrel of the shotgun tighter, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on slowing her breathing. Sensing a change in light she opened her eyes. Looking through the crack between the crates that were providing her cover, she saw a rectangle of sunlight on the lab floor, someone had opened the door…

A figure moved to stand in the doorway, projecting an unmistakable shadow in the sunlight, a batarian. Still unsure of how much noise her panting was making, Amelia took a deep breath and held it. The figure moved into the room, the shadow growing larger. Her chest burned, as the air pounded against her lungs, desperate for freedom. She knew if she was caught here she stood little to no chance of surviving.

Then a second figure entered the doorway, almost entirely blocking out the sunlight. Amelia began to feel a surge of static in the air around her “No no no, not now!” she pleaded to herself. Her control over her biotics was sketchy, and heavily tied to her emotions, as had been proved in the movie theatre earlier that afternoon.

She very slowly allowed the air in her lungs to escape her lips, resisting the urge to allow it to rush out in one burst. Taking gentle, calm breaths, she focused on keeping her biotics at bay, feeling a drop of sweat trickle down the back of her neck as she waited for her opponent's next move.

The first batarian began to sweep the room, quite poorly Amelia thought. Arrogance...she’d taken out six of their guys, yet he was still acting like he was looking for a helpless little girl. This made her want to show him how wrong he was, but she was soon brought to her senses when the legs of the second batarian came up alongside her cover. He seemed a lot more cautious, which was flattering, but not good for her life expectancy.

Amelia prepared herself for her final battle, might as well go out with a bang. Wrapping her sweaty hands tighter round the shotgun, she felt a shooting pain slice through her right shoulder blade and she bit her lip hard to quell a yelp. The adrenaline rush was wearing off, allowing her to feel the damage that had been done by the explosion’s knockback. Amelia allowed herself a second flash back to that moment.

She had remembered seeing the fuel barrels being delivered to the colony’s supply warehouse that morning. She was born and raised on Mindoir, unlike the batarians she knew every nook and cranny of the colony and had taken full advantage of that when evading them.

Leading them to the warehouse, she waited until the five aliens that were following her were close enough, and then fired one round into the fuel barrel nearest her, setting off a beautifully devastating chain reaction, that successfully took out all five of her pursuers. But she had underestimated the power of the explosion, and was caught in the knockback sent flying into the warehouse wall behind her.

At the time the adrenaline had allowed her to ignore her injury, but she was feeling it now. A bang startled her out of her thoughts, the second batarian had stepped backwards and accidently kicked the crates...there were now big cracks in her cover, if either of them turned and looked at the crates they would see her. This was it…

The air around her began to hiss and pop as Amelia began to summon her biotics for her final showdown. Just as the lightning blue hue began to radiate off her, there was crackle over the batarians’ radio. “Recall, I want everyone back to the ships now.”

“But we still haven’t found the girl.” The first batarian replied.

“Someone sent out a distress signal shortly after we arrived from the colony communications control. It’s probably been picked up by The Alliance already. So you can either get back here right now, or you can stay and be the welcoming party for the Alliance, your choice…” the voice from the radio replied. The first batarian muttered something under his breath, and then both the batarians left.

It was only ten or so minutes until Amelia heard the three transport ships take off. She stared down at her bloody clothes, unable to tell the difference between human and batarian. She flashed back to the lifeless bodies off her sisters and girlfriend, back to walking through Mindoir’s blood soaked streets, and to the horrific scene that greeted her at home.

That was when the first tear broke through the dam, one after another they fell. Hard as she tried she couldn’t stop the grief pouring through, tears turning into uncontrollable sobs that racked her body. Her shoulder matched every sob with what felt like a bolt of lightning piercing through the right side of her body.

She let out a wail of sorrow and pain, that would have been heard throughout the colony, if there had been anyone left to hear it.

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This is my collaboration with the lovely JessGaskell .
This render piece is a side story to her main fanfiction My End And My Beginning where we get to know more about her Shepard Amelia. If you enjoyed it I have no doubt you'll love what she's got so far. Hope you like it if you do, let her know on her profile!

Love, peace and I should go. '

mods extracted by: nach77 , Melllin , Sticklove

All models are belong to: EA/Bioware and Artright Games/Square Enix