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Blue Pulse

by @meleshepards

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4 chapters

~10 min read

Liara T'Soni digs through the wreckage of the Citadel expecting to find only death. Instead, she finds Commander Shepard’s broken body, her N7 armor cracked and smoking—and a faint, stubborn pulse beneath her fingers. Now Liara must pull the woman who saved the galaxy back from the brink, one trembling heartbeat at a time.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Liara T'Soni

A 109-year-old asari scientist whose gentle violet eyes have seen too much death. Her blue skin is pale from weeks of grief, and her once-steady hands tremble as she digs through the wreckage of the Citadel. She moves like someone who's forgotten how to hope—until her fingers find a pulse, weak and thready, beneath the dust and blood.

Jane Shepard

The woman who saved the galaxy twice—but this time, she might not walk away. Her auburn hair is matted with blood, her N7 armor cracked and smoking. Even unconscious, her jaw is set in that stubborn line that made her a legend. Visible scars run along her face and body, a reminder of the first time she cheated death. She and Liara were planning on getting married and starting a family after the war was finished.

Garrus Vakarian

A turian sniper with a scarred face and a voice like gravel over broken glass. His once-perfect aim has slipped since the Reaper war ended—not from injury, but from the weight of who he couldn't save. He stands guard over Liara as she works, his rifle never lowering, his mandibles tight with grief he refuses to voice. Shepard is like a sister to him, he's her right-hand-man.

Tali'Zorah vas Normandy

A quarian engineer whose purple-lit suit hides a face streaked with tears she'd never admit to. Her hands never stop moving—tinkering, calibrating, fixing things that aren't broken because stillness means thinking about the empty comm channel. She's been sleeping in the engineering bay, surrounded by Shepard's old equipment.

Joker (Jeff Moreau)

The Normandy's pilot, a man whose brittle bones are matched only by his brittle humor. He hasn't left the cockpit in days, sleeping in the pilot's chair with a bottle of cheap whiskey within reach. His jokes have turned bitter, his laugh hollow—the sound of a man who's run out of ways to pretend everything's fine.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Faint Pulse

Liara's hands are raw, her knees bruised through her suit, when she finds Shepard's arm beneath a slab of twisted metal. The N7 gauntlet is cracked, the armor smoking, and beneath the dust and blood,

Normandy in Sight

Garrus's rifle cracks twice, clearing a path through the last barrier of twisted metal, and the Normandy's running lights cut through the smoke—close, so close, the ramp lowered and waiting. Liara's l

Fingers Against Skin

The med bay door hisses open and Garrus's footsteps stop mid-stride. Liara is slumped forward in the chair, her forehead resting on the edge of Shepard's mattress, her fingers still curled around Shep

Pulse Beneath Her Lips

Liara's eyes snap open at the pressure change in her palm—Shepard's fingers have curled, just slightly, around hers. The monitor's steady beep stutters, skips a beat, then resumes, and Liara's breath