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Mass Effect: Restored HopeThe soldier's eyes shot open, looking from side to side, seeing the familiar room of the medical bay of his ship. He sat up; gasping for air, his left hand resting on his left abdomen, surprised at the fact there was no bullet wound. He looked around surprised that Dr. Chakwas wasn't in the room with him. He groaned, sliding from the bed and onto his feet. He rolled his shoulders, again surprised of the lack of bullet wound.
"Commander Shepard, I am surprised to see you up so soon." A female voice came from behind him.
Shepard turned to face one of his oldest friends, Dr. Chakwas. He smiled, "Karen, I told you that you could call me Marcus." He said, rubbing his head gently. "How long have I been out?"
"And you know I will never call you that. Anything less is disrespectful to you, Commander." She replied. "A week. You're vitals stayed strong, but your mind wasn't there. Coma almost. Garrus found you in the ruins near the beam after a Quarian and Geth infiltrator squad made it into the
Plague 2012Day One
The morning light crept into the bedroom, shining in on Marcus' face, causing him to groan. His alarm clock went off, making it's annoying noise, making Marcus sigh, getting up. He sat in the bed, rubbing his eyes as he woke up. He got up, turning off the alarm. He knew his roommate could hear it, and he didn't want to wake him up. He then dropped, started his morning push-ups. The six years in the military didn't wear off of him that easily. He counted up to fifty, then rolled over to do his sit-ups. His run could wait until Monday, it was the weekend and he had to do inventory and cleaning of his weapons. He finished his sit-ups and walked to his bathroom. He turned on the radio, changing to a classic rock station. He turned on the water and started to take a shower.
After a fifteen-minute shower, he got out and got dress, putting on a pair of blue jeans and a sleeveless undershirt, then putting t-shirt. He turned off the radio and walked out into the living room. He turned o
Venku stood on top of a hill, looking down at troopers matching up it in a double line formation with full battle gear on, all carrying semi-automatic rifles marksman carbines. Seven weeks ago when he had first started training the troopers, they had almost no standardized weapon. Most carried a semi-automatic 'Service Rifles'; they called them, while other carried bolt action rifles and single shotguns. A few had went out and bought hunting shotguns and large caliber bolt action rifles. One even bought an anti-material rifle, which Venku laughed at because the rifle was bigger than the man. Their training was almost non-existent, and moral was at an all time low.
Now, his troopers were some the best that was in the area. Even the NCR Rangers were impressed how Venku and Dinui wiped the troopers in shape. Major Knight was very pleased with them. Venku wasn't, though, they could always be better, and they didn't stand to Mandalorian standards yet. Clone trooper, but not the Supercommand
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