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vorchagirl · 4 months

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✿ for a playful turned possessive kiss for Vega/Femshep please please!

You know I can't resist a sexy shega kiss! Here you go! The art is by the wonderful @savbakk^<3

Jane ducked under James' right hook and danced lightly to the side, aiming a quick jab at his ribs. To her surprise, he blocked the punch easily and grinned, pleased to have gotten the better of her. Before she could blink, he moved again and knocked her legs out from under her with a leg sweep.

She went down hard and James was on her in a flash, pinning both of her hands with one of his, and using his weight to keep her down. Jane struggled for a moment, managing to half-raise her torso up before he forced her down again with his superior strength and position, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. It wasn't often that anyone got the better of her during sparring, and she could see how much he was enjoying himself.

Hell, if she wasn't mistaken, she could very much feel how much he was enjoying himself if the bulge in his pants pressed tightly against her was any indication. Normally she wasn't one for breaking frat regs, but James Vega was a hard man to resist, and she'd been alone for a long time. When he'd put the moves on her at Anderson's apartment during her party on the Citadel, she'd folded like a cheap card table and ended up in bed with him.

It hadn't been a one time thing either. For better or worse, she had trouble staying away from the muscle bound marine and they'd wound up sleeping together several times a week since then. James had reasoned it perfectly; chances were they’d both be dead soon, so why not have a little fun in the meantime?

"Okay, Jimmy, let me up," Jane wriggled under him, her hair plastered across her sweaty forehead.

He grinned and gazed down at her body pinned under his. "I don't know if I want to let you up, Lola. I'm kind of enjoying our current position; you look pretty sexy like that."

She spared a quick glance around the docking bay; they were alone. With a smirk, she pushed herself up against him again, her lips catching his playfully, her tongue darting against his in a teasing lick. James growled and forced her back to the floor, his grip tightening on her hands.

He slid a leg between hers, and deepened the kiss with a low sound of pleasure, his mouth hungry and possessive against hers. Jane matched his passion with her own and whimpered as their tongues slid together in a swirl of velvety heat. She writhed against him, wanting more, needing more.

She needed James to fuck her hard and fast; to drive everything and everyone out of her mind except for him.

“Jimmy!” Jane pulled her mouth from his, panting, and nodded in the direction of his bunk. “How ‘bout we take this somewhere more private?”

James chuckled and shook his head. “How about you get EDI to lock down the Normandy’s elevators and I take you right here?”

The thought was more than a little tempting, and Jane grinned up at him wickedly. “Mmm,” she purred and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him. “I like the way you think, Jimmy.”

#mass effect #shega #james vega #jane shepard #sorry not sorry

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ferindencadash · 1 month

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And now for a little shameless self-promotion!!

@spectre-requisitions-exchange 2024 has officially ended and the authors have been revealed! Which means I can talk about all the stuff I wrote! (I may have gone a little overboard...)

In addition to my first assignment, I picked up a pinch hit. And then I was feeling so inspired I wrote another two treats! I have been on a writing bender and it feels good! Not gonna lie, I'm pretty proud of myself. 😌

So my fics this year were:

T-rated (my first non-explicit fic!! 😅) FemShep/Ashley pairing. For @biotickaidan

Set in ME3, Ash has a crisis of fate after her near-death experience and talks things through with Shepard. A romance is rekindled.

People have been SO NICE about this fic?? I have never had so many comments before, it's honestly blowing my mind. Y'all are so sweet. 🥹

E-rated Jack/Kasumi (t4t!!) for @krahka

Be gay, do crime! Set pre-ME2, Jack and Kasumi accidentally end up committing the same crime. Hijinks ensue™️ and things get a little sexy.

This was ridiculously fun to write and very challenging. I watched a ton of heist movies to prepare for this one! 😂

E-rated MShep/James Vega for @ginbiscuit

Set between ME2 and 3, while James is guarding Shep in lock up. Shep is bored and entertains himself by being an incorrigible flirt. James tries to behave. You can guess how well that goes.

I think this is actually my favourite fic I have ever written?? I really think it's quite good. I fell in love with those two idiots while they fell in love with each other. Ethan Shepard may just have some future adventures, cause goddamnit HE IS CUTE. And I'm proud of my baseball metaphor (gods I hope someone notices 😭).

Please read this one? For me? 🥺

And finally! M-rated Tali & Jack for @beltsquid

Set during ME2. Tali is having a bad day. Jack is having a bad day and is making it everyone else's problem. Together they clean out the Normandy's bar and an unexpected friendship(?) develops.

I literally just finished this one a few hours ago. 😅My first gen fic! The prompt was fantastic and super inspiring. These two are so great together and I had so much fun exploring their relationship.

There were even more fantastic prompts I really wanted to write, but time is short! So I'll save them for next year. ;)

Now that I am finally done writing, I am going to delve into the rest of the fics available in the collection! There are SO MANY I'm excited to check out! So definitely look out for a recommendation list in the next few days. Or just go poke around the collection yourself!!

#specrecs2024 #fanfic exchange #mass effect #rarepair #commander shepard #ashley williams #kasumi goto #jack subject zero #james vega #tali zora vas normandy #femshep/ashley #kasumi/jack #mshep/james vega #shega

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dalekofchaos · 2 years

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Mass Effect romances we should’ve gotten

Male Shepard romances

Kasumi(if Cortez can be romancable after losing his husband so recently, there is no reason whatsoever why Kasumi cannot be romanced)

Femshep romances

Wrex

Joker

Zaeed

James

Javik

A better fucking Thane romance in ME3 aka Thane doesn’t die cause we find a cure for Thane and Kolyat

Kal'Reegar

Both Male Shep and Femshep

EDI

Mordin

Garrus

Thane

Jack

Tali

Aria

Nyreen(There would’ve been a way to save her if I had anything to say about it)

Shiala

Gianna Parasini

Emily Wong

Samara

#Mass Effect #Commander Shepard #Femshep #Urdnot Wrex #Zaeed Massani #Kasumi Goto #Shiala #Gianna Parasini #Emily Wong #Javik #James Vega #Shega #Shavik #Shrios #Mordin Solus #Samara #Thane Krios #Aria T'loak #Nyreen Kandros

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theshepcollective · 1 year

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Lia Urdnot-Shepard

This lovely lady is one of my friend @dramaqueenharley’s triplets.

Backstory - Colonist.

Background - Sole Survivor.

Class - Sentinel with a specialisation in Throw, Warp and Barrier. She can also use a dirty trick or two due to being raised by Wrex.

Alignment - Paragon with some losses of temper.

Lover(s) - Many, including Nihlus, Garrus and James. She has a lot of love to give.

Best Friend(s) - Tali, Nakmor Kesh (who is like a big sister to the trio) and Joker (who is their cousin).

Lia and her siblings, Lana and John, were celebrating their 8th birthday on Mindoir, when the colony was attacked. Luckily, Wrex happened to be in the area on a bounty hunt, when he caught the tail end of an SOS while refuelling in a nearby cluster. He travelled to Mindoir in hopes of seeing if there are any survivors and scavenging some scrap in case his ship needed repairs. Instead, he encounters three terrified, high-on-adrenaline kiddos. He immediately rescues them, taking them off world and to the Citadel, where he eventually ends up adopting them. Lia and her siblings completed the Urdnot Rite as they entered adulthood, and while they didn’t manage to kill the Thresher Maw outright, it was found dead 2 days later.

Lia tries to be stoic while on the clock, but during her down time she's a bit more free with her emotions. And she will help someone if she has the ability to do so without hurting herself. She will straight up knock someone on their ass if she sees harassment of any kind.

Possibly due to her experience with Maws, she is the sole survivor from Akuze. She has a habit of biotically yeeting people in high-stress situations, and actually ended up defenestrating Kahoku when he, Anderson and Alex Ryder came to Akuze to search for survivors (Anderson did warn him not to just barge in).

She had a fling with Spectre Nihlus Kryik during a week of shore leave before the shakedown run on the Normandy, however they only exchanged nicknames, so you can imagine the awkwardness when they come face to face on the mission.

After dealing with the Crucible, Lia’s soul is yeeted into Thedas, where she spends a lifetime (though this was actually 4 months in a coma).

Shepard Triplets 1/3

#femshep #colonist #sole survivor #paragon #sentinel #Lia Urdnot-Shepard #Shepard Triplets #shakarian #shega

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haven-in-her · 2 years

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Commander Shepard - A Character Sheet

Are character sheets even used anymore? Anyhow, I´ve had issues fleshing out my own Shepard and there was a lack of Shepard- specific sheets online so I thought to throw a simple one together myself to get a grip of the character. Anyone can use, add to it and/or alter it to ones own Shepard - but please reblog and tag me so that I can read more about everyone´s badass Shepards!

Basics

Name:

Nicknames:

Gender:

Age:

Nationality:

Languages:

Profile

Pre-service history:

Psychological profile:

Weapons of choice:

Powers and abilities:

Relationships

Family:

Love interest:

Friends:

Foes:

Appearance

Colour of eyes:

Description of hair:

Height:

Build:

Distinct markings/tattoos:

Usual fashion outside uniform:

Jewellery and/or accessories:

Personality

Admirable personality traits:

Dishonourable personality traits:

Greatest strength:

Greatest weakness:

At ease when:

Enraged when:

Sad when:

An accomplishment:

A regret:

A secret:

Habits

Hobbies:

Smokes?

Drinks?

Other drugs:

Skilled at:

Unskilled at:

Mannerisms and peculiarities:

Other descriptives

A colour:

A place:

A feeling:

A sound:

A song:

A gif:

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blasteddoodles · 2 years

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It's MEBB time once again! This year I have had the pleasure of working withe the talented @ginbiscuit who wrote this amazing fic.

#mebb2022 #mebb #mass effect #fairy tale #commander shepard #mshep #james vega #shega #blasteddoodles #th3 morrigan #ginbiscuit #medibang

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mrscullensrutherford · 1 year

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Word Game Wednesday

I was tagged by @mythicaitt Thank you for all your love and support! My words are: believe, stop and moon.

All of these will be pulled from Wrong Side of Heaven, my Shepard/Vega fic (that I hope to return to writing soon.)

Believe

James had seen the posters, watched the propaganda footage and seen the VI’s of Shepard a thousand times. His “Remember the Normandy” poster showed an outline of Shepard’s features and he had memorized them. But the white-washed, posed and dirt-covered pictures did nothing to prepare him for how beautiful Altea Shepard was. Her skin was not white, as he’d been led to believe but a tanned, satiny, olive. The thick lips, the beauty mark just under her nose and her knee-buckling gaze were on point though.

Stop

“What’s the matter Lieutenant, can’t handle the heat?” There was a challenge in her eyes that begged to be met.

He didn’t know if he should give in to it or not but the words left before he could stop them. “Commander, I pack so much heat, I’d have you dripping in seconds." Que mierdas dije? His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He knew he shouldn’t have. There was just something about the way she was looking at him that forced the words out of his mouth. But, as he held his ground, unwavering even as the chill of utter humiliation coursed through him, he saw the slow smile that crept across the Commander’s lips.

Then, Altea’s brow shot up in apparent intrigue. “Alright, Admiral, I approve. At least things won’t be boring.”

Moon

“Dude, you got her drunk?” Cortez shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He obviously didn’t approve of how this story was going. Of course, he also knew that James wasn’t at his best when he was inebriated.

“Not on purpose, or well, not for that purpose.” James stroked his hands over his face, trying to keep his cool and not sound like some mooning school girl with a crush. “She was stressed and I was trying to make her feel better. I wasn’t drinking that much, so I didn’t see the harm.” He shrugged, remembering how she got so cozy next to him after the first two glasses. Maybe he should have said goodnight then. It probably would have been better going forward to not have this unknown thing hanging above them. Hell, he’d left her with a kiss earlier and not much else.

“Uh-hu and then she drunkenly planted one on you?” It seemed that Cortez knew this was where the story was going. Maybe he could already tell by the way James was acting.

“She almost fell asleep, so I carried her to her bed. When I tried to pull away, she kissed me.”

Kinda feel like this was a set up to have me revisit favorite moments. LOL

Tagging @pikapeppa @crackinglamb @fogsblue Your words are: brave, heart and soft

#word game wednesday #Mass Effect #mass effect 3 #mass effect fanfiction #shega

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cherryswritinghub · 2 years

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I Am James Vega

Mass Effect | James Vega | Shega | TW: Language

Chapter 2: Fallen Hero

(Previous Chapter)

The ship was still carrying the Cerberus logo, but Alliance crew members manned the stations. The guard presence was heavy. The air was tense. Vega looked around in disbelief as he followed Admiral Anderson through the command deck, wondering if this really was the infamous Normandy. Every man and woman in the Alliance knew about the Normandy. She was probably the most famous human ship ever to fly. She was the vessel that had responded to the distress signals on Eden Prime, back when the prothean beacon had been discovered. She had flown her crew to safety amid the volcanic eruptions of Therum, outran the nuclear destruction of Virmire, passed the never-before-survived Omega-4 relay, and left behind the smoking remains of the Collector home world. She had carried some of the most noteworthy aliens in galactic history, not to mention the single greatest hero of humanity's interstellar existence.

The men walked in silence. They stepped in to the elevator and waited, with nothing but the low hum of the mechanism making a sound. Vega watched the display panel with rising anticipation. Deck one. The door opened. Captain's Quarters. He followed Admiral Anderson past a pair of armed guards into the room beyond the sign. The cabin was dimly lit, with the main source of illumination coming from the tranquil aquarium. The room was large, sterile, and blandly furnished. A set of steps led down into the main bunk area, where a double bed stood coldly against the far wall. A bedside lamp was on. Vega's eyes fell upon the figure slouched over the edge of the bed, hands joined by shackles, hanging down between military boots. Dark hair obscured the individual's face in an unkempt, boyish style.

Vega stared. He could barely believe what he was seeing. Was this really...?

'Commander... Shepard?' he breathed.

She looked up. Soft light fell across her features as she appraised the stranger before her. But she was no stranger to him. This round, porcelain, child-like face with large hazel eyes and a pert little mouth, the slender shoulders and the tightly toned arms, the deceptive fragility of this petite form... it was unmistakable. This was the woman whose strength and courage had saved the galaxy from certain annihilation when no one else could. Her image had filled the inter-galactic media for the past two years unceasingly. She was a stranger to no one.

Her bright eyes flickered to Anderson, uncertainty behind them.

'Shepard,' said the Admiral, standing before the foot of the bed. 'I'd like you to meet Lieutenant James Vega.'

Vega remembered to blink. He saw the woman's gaze settle on him, and he gave her a sharp salute.

'Commander,' he greeted her formally.

Shepard's expression did not lighten. She looked utterly defeated, lost, alone, and so angry. She was the victim of incredible injustice, and it was painfully evident in her eyes. Without acknowledging Vega, she returned her attention to the Admiral, and said in a bitter voice:

'I told you I wouldn't try to escape.'

Anderson shifted uncomfortably. 'I know, Shepard. But the brass aren't going to just take your word for it – not after you commandeered the Normandy in lock-down two years ago. They want you under tight watch twenty-four-seven, and Vega is the man I've chosen for the job.'

'You're not staying?' she asked.

'I can't. I've got to arrange the defence case for your hearing. It was difficult enough getting the morons in charge to allow me access to you, and I almost had my request denied to put my own man on you during your incarceration.'

Commander Shepard stood up, still facing Anderson. Vega, seemingly forgotten, was struck by how small Shepard was in person. On the vids she had seemed so mighty, indestructible, larger than life. Never seen outside of her N7 armour, always armed to the teeth, ever ready, her daily life like an action movie, she had always appeared like some kind of superhero. Standing before him now was a mere girl. He could do nothing but stare.

'Anderson,' the Commander said softly, reaching out to take her old friend's hand. She gripped it tightly. 'Listen, I appreciate everything you've done for me. I really do. I know this isn't your fault.'

Admiral Anderson gave her a tired smile, forcing a glimmer of hope to shine through. It fell short of convincing. 'I will keep fighting this, Shepard,' he promised her. 'Just stay strong.'

'You may be fighting a losing battle, sir,' she replied sadly.

'I won't accept that. We need you, Shepard – not just the Alliance, but the entire galaxy. When the Reapers come, we won't stand a chance without you.'

The Reapers. A mysterious race of sentient machines supposedly responsible for purging the galaxy of organic life fifty-thousand years ago. Lieutenant Vega knew the stories. Every fifty-thousand years, when the races of the galaxy advanced to their evolutionary and technological peak, the Reapers had appeared from beyond Dark Space, obliterating billions, leaving only a few primitive forms of life to continue and repeat the cycle. No one knew what the Reapers actually were, their origin, their motive, or their purpose. Commander Shepard was the only living person to have actually spoken to a Reaper, and there were very few who actually believed her.

'Forget about me,' said Shepard firmly. 'You have to prepare for the Reapers. You have to convince the Alliance, convince the Council, get the races on your side. You need to build some kind of defence.'

'You know as well as I do, that's not going to happen, Shepard.'

'Damn it, Anderson, you've got to get those stupid SOBs to move their asses! The Reapers won't care that no one believes in them – they're coming anyway!'

'What do you expect me to do?' Anderson snapped. 'You were there. You've seen the way the Council dismissed your testimony. They doubted you back then, when you were a hero who had just saved the Citadel – you think they're gonna trust you now you're a damned war criminal?'

'I destroyed the relay because I had no other choice!' flared Shepard. 'I am not a criminal!'

'Try to see it through their eyes, Shepard. You join a known terrorist group, stir up trouble in the Terminus Systems, then blow up a major relay, killing tens of thousands of civilians in the process. Yeah, you did it to stop the Reapers getting through the relay, but when nobody in the galaxy even believes in the existence of the Reapers, that's a defence without a hope in hell of succeeding...'

Commander Shepard clenched her fists at her sides, her jaw tensing with the surge of frustration and anger. Lieutenant Vega observed in awkward silence. He felt like he was imposing, but there was nowhere for him to go, and he had not been dismissed. He watched Anderson and Shepard stare down at the ground in silence. He wondered what was going to happen. He wondered why he was here.

The Admiral straightened his suit jacket and took a deep breath. 'I have to get up to the bridge,' he announced wearily. 'We'll be leaving orbit soon.'

Shepard nodded. She glanced at Vega, as if she was only now noticing he was there. Her eyes skimmed his entire form, focused on the gash above his eye, and traced the line of blood that was dripping onto the floor.

'What did you do to him?' she asked Anderson half-amused.

Anderson smiled. 'He needed some convincing to take the job.'

Vega caught the flow of blood with his hand, looking down at the stain on the carpet. 'Hey,' he protested, 'don't take credit for someone else's work, Admiral. No way did I get messed up by you.'

The Commander gestured for Vega to leave, shooing him towards the door. 'Go get patched up in the med-bay,' she said. 'I don't want you bleeding all over my cabin.'

'Yes, ma'am.'

The two men walked away, leaving Shepard alone in the room that had become her cell. Vega felt a pang of guilt as he stepped outside. The Commander didn't deserve this. If this was galactic justice, then he wasn't even sure he wanted to be on the side of justice any more. Handcuffs? Armed guards at the door? Were they really necessary? The indignity of her situation was maddening.

They entered the elevator and Anderson paused, holding off on pressing the button. He faced Vega seriously.

'Lieutenant, I can see that you hold Shepard in high esteem,' he said. 'But you should remember that she's not your CO any more. I can't have you obeying your prisoner.'

Vega stared at him, surprised. 'But, sir-'

'By all means, take her advice to go get your injuries seen to,' Anderson continued. 'Just so long as you understand that she can't give orders.'

The young man frowned, concern crossing his scarred face. 'Permission to speak freely, Admiral,' he requested.

'Go ahead.'

He hit the door release key on the elevator controls and the doors slid shut, blocking them from the eyes and ears of the armed guards.

'This isn't right,' he blurted, the words rushing out. 'This is loco! The whole thing is. Commander Shepard saved the galaxy more than once, but she's been stripped of her rank and title, and clapped in chains like a damn criminal. While the brass and the aliens are all up in arms about some pointless trial, the Reapers are heading straight for us. It's totally messed up! You got me in here policing the hero of the century, while big evil machines are scheming to squish us like bugs – and she's the one who can deal with it! I'm expected to keep her from escaping? Hell, sir, I'd remove the cuffs and escort her off the ship myself the second you turn your back on me.' The Lieutenant rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, heat flushing his features. He was drowning in the silence as his superior officer pinned him with his gaze. 'All due respect, Admiral...' he added. 'I'm the wrong guy for this.'

Anderson pursed his lips thoughtfully. He considered the young soldier before him for a long moment before responding simply: 'You're the only man I can trust.'

Vega's brow furrowed even deeper. 'Uh... didn't you hear what I just said?' The ridiculousness of the situation was beginning to make his head spin. 'Admiral, if you put me here, I'm going to help Commander Shepard escape. That's the bottom line.'

'James,' the officer addressed him frankly. 'You wanna know why you're the right man for this?' He pointed a finger at him. 'Because no soldier in the Alliance would have dared say to me what you just said. When I met you after Fehl Prime I felt like you reminded me of someone. That was the day you dropped out of the military, and the statement you gave sounded familiar. I read your files. I noticed something interesting: three words kept appearing again and again, in mission briefs, psych analyses, assessments by your commanding officers...' His dark eyes glinted in the light. 'Stubborn. Outspoken. Loyal. Those were the very same three words that had been used again and again in the files of Marie Shepard. The way you felt when you got promoted for Fehl? The same way she felt after Torfan. Soldiers like you and Shepard don't just obey orders – you believe in the cause. You do what you know is right, and damn the consequences. What Shepard did might have landed her in trouble, and it might have been a little extreme – might even have been wrong – but that's exactly what you would have done in her situation, and it bought us time to prepare for the Reaper onslaught. Without Shepard's extreme actions, without her conviction and courage to act outside of her orders, we wouldn't be here right now. No living person in this galaxy would.'

Vega was stunned. He had always been a supporter of Commander Shepard's choices, and he respected her more than any other Alliance officer alive. She was practically his hero. To be told by her mentor and closest friend that he was just like her was incredible. He couldn't believe Anderson was saying this.

The Admiral placed a hand on his shoulder, lowering his voice to a very focused level as he held the young soldier's gaze. 'James, I agree with you completely. I'd bust that woman out of here in a heartbeat if I thought it was necessary. But you have to understand something: the threat that faces us is not something that can be stopped by a single rogue soldier. I believe in Shepard, but there's no way she can fight these things alone. In order to stand a chance, she needs the support and aid of every species in the galaxy, all the governments, all the leaders, all the armies – working together to mount the biggest defence in history. You and I helping her escape isn't going to cut it. What we need to do is to help her and support her, fight for her, and argue her case. I intend to make the Council and the Alliance listen. I will make them see the bigger picture.'

'And me, sir?' asked Vega, conviction rising in his eyes.

'I need you to keep her safe,' Anderson told him firmly. 'She is a target right now, from many different directions. The batarians want her head. She's got a lot of enemies, even within the Alliance. And she just screwed over Cerberus big time. I need you to make sure that nothing happens to her while she's being tried.'

'So I'm not just here to keep her from escaping,' he realised. 'I'm stopping anyone getting in, just as much as I'm stopping her getting out.'

'Exactly. I've arranged for you to have sole direct access to her at all times. No one else gets in to her cell except you. I have to be able to rely on you while I'm out pursuing her case through official channels. Do you understand, Lieutenant?'

Vega nodded, a renewed sense of hope and determination filling him. 'Yes, sir,' he said sharply. 'Sorry I doubted you, sir.'

'No problem, James. And... just so we're clear: no break-outs?'

'Sure. Definitely.'

'I knew I could count on you.' Anderson activated the elevator controls and set the car in motion. 'Now let's get off this godforsaken space station...'

#iajv #james vega #shega #mass effect fanfic #mass effect fanfiction #mass effect

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