Hello, just wanted to say that these stories are not made with any particular 'Shepherd' in mind so feel free to imagine the commander in whatever form, gender, or species you wish. These stories are unrelated, I just prefer to keep them together rather than have a bunch of little stories floating around. As always, please enjoy and review.

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Behind the Back

The tension in the ExoGeni refuge had spiked since the return of Commander Shepherd and his squad. Now Shepherd and Jeong had drawn weapons. The former's weapon was trained on Jeong's head while the latter was flailing his own weapon about and babbling about the need to purge the colony.

"Put that weapon down," Shepherd said sternly, "unless you intend to use it."

"What?" asked Jeong angrily, "you think you can just burst in here and—" Jeong raised his weapon and Shepherd fired a single shot, a flash of blue light and Jeong's lifeless corpse fell to the ground, blood rapidly spreading from a gaping exit wound.

"As if the Geth weren't bad enough," started a scientist, whose name Shepherd had not bothered to commit to memory, "now we're shooting each other in the back!"

"What!" exclaimed Shepherd, "I didn't shoot him in the back. I shot him in the head!"

"We have to find some way to destroy the Thorian, it's beneath Zhu's Hope," said another nameless one.

"But what about the colonists?" asked the other, "there has to be some way to save them."

"I mean, that was right in the face," Shepherd continued, "no way that was in the back. Wasn't that a good shot Ash?"

"Commander, I think there are more important things to worry about than Jeong's corpse," replied Ashley.

"Shut the hell up petty officer; you're out of line!"

"Sir, I'm a gunnery chief."

"Not if you keep questioning my orders!"

"Yes sir," said Ashley.

"Heheh," chuckled Wrex, "stupid ash-hole."

"God damn it Wrex that isn't funny!" whined Ashley.

Wrex smiled.

"I told you to shut the hell up petty officer!" said Shepherd.

Wrex smiled wider.

Ashley bared her teeth.

Wrex laughed.

"That really was a good shot," Shepherd remarked, looking down at the perfectly round hole in the dead center of Jeong's forehead. "I should frame it. Petty officer, where's my still-cam?"

"Your what?"

"My still-cam. That thing that takes pictures of head shots that I frame and put on the mantle."

Ashley grimaced, remembering the one time she had accidentally wandered into the commander's quarters after first arriving on the Normandy.

"Wrex broke it when he pried it open trying to get the pictures out."

"Damn it!" shouted Shepherd, "Now how am I going to take a picture of this masterpiece!"

The two nameless scientists stopped talking to stare at Shepherd. They seemed to be unaware that the pool of blood emerging from Jeong had slowly expanded and encompassed the area around their feet.

After regaining composure, the commander straightened up and turned to the scientists.

"So," said Shepherd, "how are we going to save the colonists?"

Coming up next, a story about the difficulties of long-distance relationships