#young shepard

January 2175

Anderson harboured suspicions of fraternisation, but in public, she treated Kaidan no differently than anyone else - with utter disdain - so he had no way to prove it. After his transfer, Eris seemed more scraped out and more volatile than when he first encountered her.

Being summoned as NOK to the military police station on Arcturus was the final straw, and he seethed with anger. "I don't remember 'stab a fellow marine' being on the agenda this morning."

It wasn't her fault that four of her new colleagues underestimated her, deeming her a gobshite and an easy target. She continued to laugh. “The Geth are a bloody revelation that meets every criterion for life, regardless of their origin.”

The woman could start a fight in an empty room. Although it was possible that was her opinion, it was more likely that she deliberately provoked them by expressing controversial crap out loud. He slammed his fist onto the table in front of her. "You have no respect for me or the job I perform!"

Eris swayed on the bench, her words slurred. "Oh, give it a rest. I didn’t knife anything important. They'll live. Probably."

That vicious little blade she always carried saved her life - again. After carving two of them up, she snatched a bottle of top shelf whiskey and drained the bottle before the cops showed. The optics of four male soldiers attacking a lone, petite female soldier meant she wouldn’t be charged, and she knew it.

He shook his head. "And that's supposed to make it alright?!"

In an instant, her head snapped up and she went rigid. Anderson noticed the muscles under the straps of her N4 vest tensing, the twitch of the scar on her face. Eris had never attacked him, didn't have a weapon at hand, and the cuffs dampened her biotics, but he still braced himself for whatever might come next.

So now I have a head canon that Shepard and Kaidan have a son and his name is David (yep, after Anderson) and his parents are his heroes. Not because of the galaxy saving stuff but because his mom always makes him pancakes when he’s sad and his dad still gives him rides on his shoulders even though he’s ‘getting too big for that’.

And can you just imagine how sweet and how full of sass he is growing up with those parents?

The city of Highever was full like always even within the castle walls it was crawling with people. Now with the newest arrival of royalty within those walls people were even more active. Trying to make her feel at home. Among those men was a baker with his son, this time he had done extra his best to make pastries suitables for the lords and ladies.  "Now listen up John, don't get lost and be back here in time for the prayers to the maker in the chapel okay?" the broad shouldered baker told his son. The kid was to curious for his own good and so father always had to pluck the kid out of trouble. But he could use the extra hands for the deliviries, that was the only reason he brought his son along. 

This was his day! Shepard inhaled deeply, as he stepped of the boat that had brought him to kinloch hold, welcomed by his now fellow templars. The tower itself was already an intimidating sight. Bigger then he had imagined from the stories the instructors and clerics had given him. It was all very real now, this was the life he had chosen for. Taking on him the sacred task of the maker to serve and protect the circle. Guarding mages from themself.