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Jen Shepard – Colonist, Sole Survivor, Infiltrator, Paragade.

I really like the shadows on this. And the way her eyes are narrowed just slightly, and the slight frowning indentations between her eyes.

This is the first Shepard I’ve finished the game with who lost anyone on the suicide mission. This is the Shepard I ship with Jack in fics, the Shepard I hope will be able to romance Ash in ME3. In this run, Miranda died. Because there was no way this Shepard wasn’t going to tell Miranda to back the hell off when it came to Jack, and there was no way this Shepard would say some really rather horribly condescending things about Jack to get back in Miranda’s good graces. And because of things I will eventually do with my femShep/Jack drabbles, this Shepard and Jack, for my narrative purposes, needed to hear Miranda resign, needed to hear her realize that, yes, you could not blame TIM wanting to keep the human Reaper on a “rogue cell.” These two choices meant, because of game mechanics, Miranda died in this run.

So instead of a moment alone in an empty cabin, Jen Shepard got a moment alone with an empty casket, a moment to promise herself this will never happen again, that she’ll do better next time, that she won’t leave anyone behind next time. It’s a promise she makes herself, even though she knows it may be a promise she can’t keep.