#altverse || this could be... problematic ( crucible bs | shepard )

[anderwhohn]

@waywardfeathered asked: [ JACKET ] : sender gives receiver their jacket after seeing them shiver in the cold. / for izzy, could be either cas in mass effect verse or izzy crossover chaos

She isn't sure what just happened... One minute, she had been investigating a lab that she strongly suspected belonged to Cerberus, despite Miranda's claim that wasn't, and the next...

The next, she was waking up in a snow filled alleyway, with her hardsuit's power supply completely dead. Without the suit's environmental controls, the cold was seeping in all too easily, and it wasn't long before she stripped the armour from herself to see if any power remained in any systems that she might be able to reroute in the meantime.

This, of course, left her shivering in only her underarmour, her fingers quickly going numb while she works, so caught up in her desperate attempt to restore power to the suit she hadn't really looked around properly to access her situation, nor did she notice the man in the trenchcoat approaching her until he was offering her that very coat.

Emerald eyes blink up at him in wary surprise, uncertain and silent for a long moment, unused to such random acts of kindness from strangers. Frowning slightly, she looks at the offered coat, and it's only the biting wind cutting through the alley that has her reaching up to take it from him and quickly wrapping it around herself.

"Thanks," she offers, absently speaking in Galactic Standard as she still stares at him. "I don't imagine you can tell me what planet we're on? If I didn't know better, I'd almost say Earth, but these streets look too new compared to the ones I know."

#waywardfeathered #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #engineering death ( isabela shepard ) #altverse || this could be... problematic ( crucible bs | shepard ) #altverse au || an amorphous kind of reality ( multifandom | shepard ) #castiel || waywardfeathered ( shepard ) #there was a point to this story ( answered ) #//would cas even be able to understand her? #//at least until she's speaking an earth language?

[anderwhohn]

@dutyworn || not-so-random plotted starter

After a quick introduction of Dr. Mordin Solus to Dr. Chakwas and the medical team in the Normandy's medbay, Isabela finds herself once again kicked out so that they can focus on their patient. She knows it's for the best, so that they can focus on saving Garrus's life and ensuring he has full functionality of the side of his face that took a direct hit from a gunship's rocket, but at the same time, it's difficult not being able to be there for her best friend, even with everything else that needs her attention on the Normandy.

"I assume our 'guest' has been well behaved?" she asks Nihlus as she heads for the cabinets, opening the one dedicated to the dextro food storage to rummage through her personal levo supplies stored there, never having gained a true taste for most human foods unlike the majority of the current crew, preferring instead that of the asari and salarians instead. She sticks with just a protein bar for now, ignoring the stern look the older Spectre gives her as she waves off his concern, knowing she's no doubt burned through her energy reserves with her biotics, however limited they may be.

"I made sure she was fed and had Chambers find her a ship suit in her size. Chakwas had one of the medics run a triage scan on her - she'll need medical attention, but not so urgently that she can't wait until Garrus is taken care of," Nihlus offers, his subvocals thrumming with his disapproval of her dismissal of her own needs, even though he knows it's not worth fighting her over it right now, at least until Garrus is back on his feet and on their six once more.

"Well, that's something, at least," she sighs wearily, making quick work of the protein bar before tossing the wrapper into the waste disposal chute. "Any idea how she got onboard? Or who she even is?"

Nihlus shakes his head, gesturing for her to follow him, heading for the elevator. "No idea, on either account. She's not on any list for C-Sec, the Hierarchy, or the Spectres, at least."

"But that doesn't mean she shouldn't be on one," Isabela points out, pressing the button to take them down to the cargo bay where their prisoner waits in one of the holding cells. "It's not like the Protectorate has records of every human in the Terminus. They can barely keep tabs on the ones in the Traverse."

Nihlus breathes a low hum of agreement, his subvocals giving away more of his wariness regarding the whole situation. None of this sits well with him, with an unknown human finding her way aboard a state-of-the-art war ship without even the highly illegal AI noticing until she was inside. "If Lawson is to be believed, she's not Cerberus personnel. And I doubt you'd find a merc wearing Alliance N7 armour, no matter how damaged it might be…"

Stepping out of the elevator into the cargo bay, Isabela frowns at all the wasted space where the armoury should be, as opposed to Cerberus's choice of putting it on the combat deck. "We really should see about making a few retrofits when we find dry dock to make upgrades," she notes quietly with a quick glance up at him before heading toward the holding cell. "At least to move the main weapons and armaments lockers down here."

A quiet huff of amusement escapes the turian at her side, earning him a wry smirk before she focuses instead on dealing with their unexpected 'guest', the warmth and mischief she displays with her partner vanishing behind a mask of cold calculation as she studies the other human trapped behind the barrier curtain of the cell.

"I am Isabela Shepard, an agent of the Special Tactics and Reconnaissance branch of the Citadel. My partner is Spectre Nihlus Kryik," she starts, her tone that of bored indifference as she handles their introductions. "You boarded our ship, the Normandy, without authorization. I hope for your sake you have a damn good story, because I have better things to do than deal with a spirits forsaken stowaway right now."

#dutyworn #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #engineering death ( isabela shepard ) #altverse || this could be... problematic ( crucible bs | shepard ) #wren shepard || dutyworn ( shepard ) #against insurmountable odds ( closed starter ) #altverse au || things just got a lot more complicated ( crucible bs | shepard )

[anderwhohn]

Destroying the Reapers is all that matters…

That's what she said, repeatedly, through the course of the war - both to others and to herself when more and more of the galaxy looked solely to the 'Great Commander Shepard' to save them all from extinction.

Only those closest to her - mostly those who had been there with her through everything in this fight - saw how much carrying the hope of an entire galaxy single-handedly weighted on her, even as she cured the genophage, established alliances between the turians and krogans, brought peace to the quarians and geth, and fought to retake every homeworld and colony the Reapers sought to destroy.

It had been those final moments, after finally putting a bullet through the Illusive Man's brain, and watching Anderson die as the Crucible docked with the Citadel, that Isabela Shepard thought that maybe, just maybe, the fight was over.

She had shared that hope with a select few aboard the Normandy, while in transit between worlds, that she and Javik and so many others might finally be able to lay down their weapons and just… be, perhaps for the first time in their entire lives.

So of fucking course the Crucible - a weapon that no one truly knew what it was even capable of that were throwing all their credits and hopes into it in a desperate attempt to destroy the Reapers - had to pull some weird ass bullshit in the end.

Her armour is burned, nearly completely destroyed in some spots, as she lays in the pile of rubble of what appears to be the fragmented remains of the Crucible and perhaps some debris from the Citadel knocked off by the weapon's blast as it released the unknown energy throughout the galaxy.

Weakened from exhaustion and numerous injuries sustained in the final push, each breath is painful even as she wearily blinks open emerald green eyes to take in her surroundings and access the damage as she glances down at the piece of debris her legs are pinned under.

"Shit," she groans, letting her head drop back to the ground as she closes her eyes, running a mental check through her limbs to ensure she can still feel them properly before she can even begin to try to think about getting herself up off the ground and figure out where the hell she even is…

#an infinite amount of space ( open starter ) #open starter ( shepard ) #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #engineering death ( isabela shepard ) #altverse || this could be... problematic ( crucible bs | shepard ) #altverse au || a ghost that everyone can see ( ofmd | shepard ) #altverse au || nothing is true ( assassin's creed | shepard ) #altverse au || can do this all day ( marvel | shepard ) #//intended mostly for the sake of crossovers #//but exceptions may be made as well

[anderwhohn]

It isn't the first time Isabela's had to steal clothes, stripping herself of the burned and shattered remains of her armour to instead tug on the civilian clothing she'd managed to find. It's a bit mismatched and ill-fitting, but at least it covers her properly and helps hides the numerous injuries she's struggling to ignore, since her medical suites and medigel dispensers were clearly busted.

There's a harrowed look in her emerald green eyes as she tugs the hood of the stolen hoodie up over her head, hissing in pain as even that much is enough to tell her that yes, her ribs are most certainly bruised, if not outright broken.

Cussing under her breath in a multitude of languages - not all of them even human - she carefully makes her way out of the alley and toward the street, such a familiar action that she can't help but glance over her shoulder as if expecting to find either a member of her old gang or one of their rivals there looking for her. It's definitely not what she needs, this too familiar paranoia, when she's not even certain where she is yet…

All the while trying, and probably failing, not to look too suspicious as she makes her way in search of more supplies.

#an infinite amount of space ( open starter ) #open starter ( shepard ) #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #engineering death ( isabela shepard ) #altverse || this could be... problematic ( crucible bs | shepard ) #//intended for crossovers #//have fun with it

[anderwhohn]

REVISED CROSSOVER VERSE HANDLING:

Since most of the crossovers that aren't dealing with intergalactic space travel being a thing already (ie fandoms like Star Trek, as well as Doctor Who, simply because most muses who'd be interacting therein would be aware of aliens and space travel, even if the general population of Earth in the late 20th and early 21st centuries wouldn't be), and the majority of the crossover verses had a similar thread of "Shepard fires off the Crucible and it does some bullshit that flings her through space and time to somewhere else in the multiverse entirely," the info for all such verses is now simply under the "Crucible Bullshit" card on Izzy's verses page.

VERSE: This Could Be... Problematic [ Crucible Bullshit | Multiverse ]

This is the general 'catch all' verse for crossovers for the fandoms without specifically tailored verses. Most of the interactions within the verse will cover any fandom that takes place on Earth in the "modern era" between the late 20th and early 21st centuries.

Izzy will still have some functional tech - namely her cybernetic implants and omnitool, the latter of which will allow her to painstakingly fabricate additional tech and some other supplies that she might want or need. But whether or not she will be able to return to her own century (or possibly even universe, depending on how things plan out) will largely vary on where she crash lands, because under most circumstances, she'll likely be trapped wherever she winds up, even if it takes her a long time to give up on trying to get home to her crew.

ADDITIONAL CROSSOVER VERSES:

The verses for the following fandoms have been moved as subverses of the multiverse verse. I'm still working out whether to make change the tags to "altverse au" or leave them as-is, but they all essentially share the basic principle of Shepard crash landing in another timeline/world/universe thanks to the Crucible at the ending of Mass Effect 3's Destroy Ending.

Our Flag Means Death [New AU]

Assassin's Creed

Marvel

#altverse || this could be... problematic ( crucible bs | shepard ) #see if we may not eff it after all ( blog update )