So you want to hear yet ANOTHER story, huh? A story of a strange visitor to our little backwater? You know what, hell with this. What are you twelve? Why do you want to hear so many damn stories for anyways?
Argh....fine. But this is the last time.
Shut it. Now where was I? Oh right. For as long as time can recall, there have been Sirens. Beautiful, deadly women with untapped amounts of raw power at their fingertips. Don't think they are immortal, they can die like anyone else out there. But there will always be six of them at any moment in time. Down on Pandora, when the heroic Vault Hunters freed Angel from her lifetime of slavery at the hands of her father.........a new Siren had to rise.
So now we return to this planet of death, destruction, and debauchery. The once mighty Hyperion is in shambles and the Vault Hunters have gone their separate ways for the most part. But if you thought that was the end of our tale......you were wrong......this is the story of a woman........a woman they call.....Commander Shepard.
The desolate sands of the Arid Badlands stretch endlessly before the lone skag as it exits its den in the remains of a Torgue billboard. A large, muscular man wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and bandana points down with the word "EXPLOSIONS?!?!" written across the top of the board. The sounds of an engine reaches the dull ears of the beast, and it looks up at the clear blue sky. A ship descends from the heavens, the blue and silver of the hull shining like a beacon, the words on the hull spelling out NORMANDY SR-2. Its own survival instincts kicking in, the skag flees for its life as a smaller craft emerges from the rear of the ship, its claws scrabbling over the mixture of sand and rock. As it reaches a ridge overlooking the area, it turns back to look once more upon the strange new craft. A sudden roar of an engine sounds behind the skag an instant before a bandit vehicle slams into it, sending it flying back over the ridge, skidding to a stop in front of its den.
Music begins: To be chosen soon
Two more bandit vehicles fly over the dunes following the bandit leader. Each bandit and psycho on the mounted gun on the back opens fire upon the shuttlecraft, shell casings flying in all directions. The shuttle does a quick loop before swerving above the circling vehicles. The side door of the craft opens, revealing a truly alien figure, sharp features mark the face of a Turian, previously unknown to the residents of this sector of the universe. A targeting visor on the side of his face scans the vehicles, and highlights the weak points on them. Raising a custom-built sniper rifle he takes aim.....and fires a dual burst. The right tires of one car explodes, causing the vehicle to swerve out of control, before tumbling end over end, crushing the bandits inside. The Turian smiles at his handiwork.
GARRUS as The Archangel
As the remaining two vehicles screech to a halt at the sudden turn of events, the shuttle spins around in mid-air, opening the other side door. A heavily-scarred man in full combat armor leans out the door, a missile launcher in hand. With a pull of the trigger, the launcher fires a volley of rockets at the two vehicles. The drivers hit pedal to metal as they attempt to dodge the explosions. One missile hits one of the gunners full on in the chest, blowing him and the mounted gun into a shower of gore and metal.
ZAEED as The Mercenary
Zaeed turns to his companion and nods as the hulking figure of a Krogan steps towards the door, looking down at the fiery car underneath driving in a small circle. With a bellow and a chuckle the Krogan leaps out and plummets straight down, landing full on the hood of the car, crumpling it beneath the impact. Holding both arms out to his sides, he clotheslines the two bandits that fly out of the car, catching them both in the neck...hearing the snap of bones in doing so. He glances over at the other car which peels out and takes off.
WREX as The Battlemaster
Garrus and Zaeed both hop out of the shuttle as the pilot takes off after the car, afterburners flaring. Wrex hears the driver scream out as the shuttle gets closer and closer. A flash of blue and the shuttle crashes into the back of the vehicle, the pair skidding and scraping along the rock-strewn landscape. Fires burn in the wreckage and a sole figure steps out of the cockpit, her body aglow with an unearthly blue light. The driver tries to pull a dirty, rusted pistol from a holster on his hip, but her hands are already around the man's arm, and her gun is in her hand. One shot....right between the eyes.
COMMANDER SHEPARD as Herself.
Well guys this is what my friend and I will be working on, alongside Dragon Effect
More to come soon, I hope you all enjoyed this.