Masuna Haswell had always dreamed of being in the Alliance military and she achieved that dream several years ago. Hearing the stories of the great Commander Shepard and how she saved the galaxy made her inspired to achieve her dream of being in the history books. Her next step was to become a Spectre, the special agency of elite soldiers in the galaxy and who only answer to the Council. Masuna was always one to play by the rules however, as she never questioned orders from whomever her commanding officer was. This would be her latest test to see if she really was a suitable recruit for the Spectres.
Masuna recently heard she would have a partner joining her in this training exercise. However, she had been waiting a long time and didn't know how much longer she would have to wait. She may have played by the rules a little too much, but Masuna was not known for her patience. As she tuned up her sniper rifle and made sure it was loaded, she grew increasingly impatient. How long was this new partner going to make her wait? Just from the looks of the current situation, she knew that whoever would show up would not be likable in the least.<|im_end|>
Thomas Massacre Shepard groaned as his omni-tool went off. The former Red Tails enforcer sat up slowly. He blinked as the clock showed the time. Swearing lightly, he smacked the naked Asari in the bed on the ass. Both women groaned as Thomas said, Sorry ladies, you gotta get the fuck out.
One of the Asari a dancer rubbed his hard pecks, But Commander, we wanted to give you a good morning kiss.
Thomas chuckled, as he said, Well I suppose I have time for a quick kiss.
The other Asari spoke, I don't want to kiss you on the mouth, she moved between his legs and smiled.
Thomas smiled back, leaning back, it was the first day he could be a bit late. An hour later, around thirty minutes late, Thomas stumbled from the shower. Pulling on his hard suit. It was an almost black red, with neon green highlights. The N-8 designation on his left breast plate. Thomas had soon called a sky car. Wondering why he was here. Thomas had been a member of the Red Tails, his father a workaholic, his mother a slut. Both had lived their lives with the Shepard name. Thomas had discovered young that he liked to fight. He was good at it too. He'd probably still be in the Red Tails if he hadn't gotten busted, a group of Blue Sun and Eclipse mercs had attempted to force out some Red Tails on a colony. Thomas had been found drenched in Asari and Salarian blood, medi-gel barely holding his insides in.
His great great great, bloody ancient grandmother had visited him an they'd had a conversation. She said she saw the Shepard rage in him. Since he was sixteen at the time, she was having his sentence deferred but she was going into personal training with her, then joining the military if he wanted to avoid a major sentence.
Thomas had agreed, and here he was. Tied for top place in the N-8 program, a scary powerful biotic and a true soldier. He'd disobey orders if they were something he didn't like. He was brutal and efficient. He'd earned the name Massacre after he'd been sent to deal with some pirates and killed them all. His lax view of following the rules meant he had some enemies, but he inspired loyalty in his men.
Stepping into the office, he saw his new partner, nodding he said, Sorry I'm late, my hard suit's shield plate wasn't coming completely online, I had to take it out and adjust it a bit. Has our Superior Officer checked in yet?
Thomas moved towards his desk, glad his gear was here. He took it out an began checking it over.<|im_end|>