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2026-04-29
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The Diary of Katherine Shepard

Summary:

4 years and a half had passed since the galaxy emerged victorious against the Reapers. Recovery process is still ongoing, with the trauma of the war still lingering on, physical, mental, and emotional.

Inspired by the unfinished diaries that her former mentor, Admiral David Anderson, left in his former Citadel Apartment prior to his demise, now retired Commander Katherine Shepard decides to do her own diary detailing her early life, her career, the defining three years of her life, and what has she been up to since the end of the Reaper War.

Although it might be for the fun of it or just out of boredom, Shepard is writing her diary to help find her own closure.

NOTICE: This fic is based on the ending headcanon from AHEM (Audemus Happy Ending Mod), so no Catalyst, no Mass Relays damaged/destroyed, and no Geth/EDI being destroyed either. Additionally, it's based on CEM (Citadel Epilogue Mod), so expect the events of Citadel DLC to play out a few years after the Reaper War.

I should also mention that EGM and LE1/LE3 DP mods factor into this story.

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(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Upbringing

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1 - Upbringing

Good thing no one is forcing me to do these as audio entries. Not fond of hearing my own voice, though mostly so I don't disturb the kids and my husband.

It's probably good that our apartment has sound controls to silence those annoying skycar engine sounds that keep passing by 24/7. Life on the Citadel always gets by, no matter the hour, huh?

Anyway…

So, my name is Katherine Samuel Shepard. Born on 11th April 2154. My mother is Hannah Shepard and my father is James Shepard, may he rest in peace. I was an only child, so no siblings due to duties keeping my family busy.

You see, I'm a spacer, as I grew up around ships my whole life. Didn't stay in one ship for too long, since my parents always got different postings every few years. They served in the Alliance, so I'm a military brat, which helped me immerse into that sub-culture.

Life in space don't give a lot of room for friendship. Even the few friends I've made while I was growing up, we had to drift away, due to living in another ship or station my parents that later posted in

And as befitting to a military brat, I was expected to follow in my parents' footsteps once I'd reach the age of enlistment. Not that I protested, mind you, since I always wanted to make 'em proud. But some brats, they have this noble idea of serving the Alliance, thinking they jump in to earn glory, kick some ass, maybe have an attractive man or woman for company, if you get what I mean.

To be honest, serving the Alliance was not a priority for me. I had aspirations to work in a creative field, like writing, or maybe take up engineering as I was always fond of space. I still do

But sometimes, circumstances forces us to have this moment, where we must decide on a course of action that would define our lives for years to come.

What was my moment? Well, you'll have to wait for the next entry.

It's getting late, and the kids get cranky when they don't have mama with them during sleep.

Until the next one, I guess?