Shepard stood in his cabin having a miniature panic attack. He was sure that the arrival of the Avatar was some sort of fever dream, maybe he was lying in the ashes of Earth right now with a Reaper stood over him ready to give the death blow. He pinched
the skin on his forearm, hard, to be sure.
"Its not a dream." Said a sultry voice from behind Shepard.
He tucked and rolled to the side and drew his firearm. What he saw was an absolutely stunning woman that seemed to shine from within. She raised one perfect eyebrow and looked at his pistol.
"Really? You think that could hurt me?"
Shepard put away the gun and apologized. At such close proximity it was difficult to even look at the Avatar without blushing, such was its beauty.
"Are you here to... To..."
"To give you your first ability, yes. Its best if you take off your clothes, the first transformation might be uncomfortable otherwise."
Shepard laughed nervously "I'm not gonna take off my clothes... In front of you."
"Whats wrong, Commander?" Said the Avatar with a smirk "We'll be seeing a lot more than that by the time your job is done."
Shepard knew that it was right of course, he just wasn't thinking very straight under the pressure of the current situation. He peeled the tight t-shirt from his broad torso and got to work on unbuttoning his pants. As he did so the Avatar wandered through
his room, as soft and elegant as a ballerina, looking through the Commanders possessions and taking occasional glances at his body.
As Shepard's underwear hit the ground she span on one heel and took in his naked, muscular soldiers body.
She breathed out a curious breath and said "Interesting..."