Captain Shepard Mass Effect Novelas e Histórias

I looked around and saw a tall, muscular guy with dark hair walking out of the shadow. I recognized him. He was the captain of the school football team, a blazing sports star that was famous across the country, playboy number one, and practically a male whore. Lucas Sigler. He was wearing a tailored suit, which fit him perfectly everywhere except the part of his upper arms. It took me a while to figure out that Lucas Sigler was actually talking to me because he walked straight at me in front of everyone. "You..." He lowered his head and stared at me, looking intense.

“Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.Aster Likaya, Captain of the Zeraph Republic Voltiir Corps. Serial number 3349-88766.” She repeated the phrases in her head, desperate to focus on something that didn’t involve the seeing numbness that had overtaken her body. The death of one Druid and the departure of another had weakened the vine wall that was separating them from their vessel.

"Fucking vermin! You thought you could take me?' he screamed as he got closer ready to land the killing blow. He raised his weapon, and I had made peace with my death. His chest bursts open and the captain's long sword emerged from the wound, stabbing through clothing, skin, flesh, and bones. Blood splattered on my face and I couldn't see for a moment. When I regained my sight, Captain Hadeshi removed his sword from the assassin's back who had fallen to his knees, and in the same chain slashed his head off. He grabbed and pulled me off the ground and mumbled, " we need to get to the camp as fast as possible, Sabato. We have been compromised."

Forcing us toward kill zone where quantum weapons could fire without friendly casualties. My phone buzzed. Text from The Architect. *"You healed him. Impressive. Generation One capabilities include consciousness transfer through physical contact. You can heal. You can harm. You can transform anyone you touch into prototype like yourself. That's why we need you, Eva. That's why you can't escape. That's why this chase ends with your capture regardless of how many people you kill trying to avoid it."* Another text.

The young man burst into manic laughter. "I know you're trying to trick me into talking, but what does it matter if I tell you? Our captain used to be a free‑fighting champion. After the apocalypse, his awakened ability enhanced his body even further. When he kills you, you won't sense a thing—your head will already have been blown apart by a single punch! "But for someone like you, our captain won't let you die so easily! "I told you—he'll break your bones one by one, smash them into pieces, and let your marrow spill all over the ground for dogs to eat!

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Their sticks weren't wood or obsidian; they were Tachyon-Emitters. Their leader stepped forward. He removed his helmet, revealing a face that sent a shock of recognition through Elara’s soul. He had the same jawline, the same golden eyes—but his skin was a map of scars, and his aura was one of weary, absolute authority. "My name is Elara-7," the figure said, her voice a gravelly echo of Elara’s own. "I am the Captain of the Tomorrow-League. And I’ve come back from the 'End-State' of the Source to tell you one thing: You have to delete the Root-Access."

Frowning, I slowly glanced over my shoulder and the world stopped as familiar bright blue eyes met mine. Hunter Fucking Beaumont? He stretched a hand towards me, lips pressed into a thin line. “Hello, Captain.”

A few of them had weird looks on their faces. "Shepard is a Super Sanctuary cultivator, yet he's acting as a messenger for Trevor Penn now. How can Trevor Penn be an ordinary cultivator?" asked Maddox. Everyone finally quieted down. A Super Sanctuary cultivator was no joke. Suddenly, the general said, "Sir, you defeated Shepard Goth too. He's no match for you even if he gets help. Moreover, I have a military army. We can destroy them without you, sir." He spoke confidently. Maddox chuckled and said, "Isaac, ever since I defeated Shepard Goth, he went into hiding, yet he suddenly showed up again with Trevor Penn at this point in time. Don't you think it's strange?"

My phone would not stop buzzing with alerts the second I walked into my apartment. "Christian, if you came to yell, do it quick," I said as he pushed past me into the living room. He slammed the door shut. "Yell? I want to shake sense into you, Evan. Captain of the Blades drops gloves like some rookie thug? Media calls it the outburst of the year. Your clean image is trash now." I dropped onto the couch. "Clean image paid bills. Real life costs more. What do the headlines say?"