Freedom's Progress

As Shepard traveled to Freedom’s Progress with nothing but guns and a helmet and a shirt, she felt very awkward and self-conscious. Still, there was not much she could do. She didn’t have a ship or anything. And she couldn’t be responsible for people dying just because she didn’t have any clothes. “We make survivor’s our priority,” Shepard said.

“That’s unlikely, commander. The colonies have all been empty previously,” Miranda said, trying not to stare at Jane.

“Still it would be good if we were able to find something,” Jacob said, staring out the shuttle window. They all stepped off, and hustled towards the big doors. As soon as they opened some mechs began firing.

“Someone activated the drones,” Miranda shouted.

“Must mean someone’s alive,” Jacob said.

Shepard took cover as she fired at some of the mechs. Suddenly she felt a tug. “H-hey,” Shepard called out looking to see what it was.

A mech dog had grabbed hold of her shirt and was tugging at it. Shepard struggled as she tried to maintain her modesty but it was no use. RIIIIIIIIP. Shepard squealed as her only piece of dignity was shredded to pieces.

The mech dog happily ran away while Shepard cursed, trying to cover her body.

Miranda and Jacob finished off the mechs and then rejoined Shepard. “That fucking dog stole my shirt,” Shepard groaned as she blushed.

“Let’s go inside here,” Miranda said. “Maybe there’s some supplies.”

Shepard nodded as she stepped into the shelter.