Chapter 1

The Middle of Nowhere

Finn leapt through the closing blast door mere seconds before it sealed shut behind him. His limbs already ached from exertion, but he had no time to rest. Gritting his teeth and pushing through the ache that was spreading rapidly through his body, he continued sprinting forward through the cold metal hallways. He wasn't alone; crystalline bipedal creatures tore themselves from the walls as he passed. They were crudely humanoid, like something a child might draw; this was an advantage, as they couldn't move quickly enough to catch him, though some were able to fire shards of themselves at him as he passed. Several sliced through the hard carapace of his armor, but none came close enough to cause injury, or indeed even slow him down.

He blasted through one of the creatures that had the misfortune of attempting to rise from the ground in front of him. His trusty Adams shotgun tore through the crystal with ease, leaving little more than the stumps of the creature's legs untouched. He took a few more shots at the other golems as he passed, but his focus was on the hallway ahead. The injured creatures made no sound as the explosive rounds tore through their bodies. Had he time to wonder, Finn would no doubt question whether or not they were truly creatures, or just another creation of his mad captor. As it was, he only shot at those who came too close as he continued running.

The next door began to rise from the floor. Finn leapt over it easily, only to find himself in a dead end. Grunting, he turned to backtrack, only to see the door slide shut behind him. He ran around the room, his eyes darting to every nook and cranny for some sign of an exit to no avail, only to stop dead in his tracks at the sound of evil laughter.

"Running, running, always running, yet where did it get you? Trapped like a ratty-rat in a cage! Come now, Finn, Did you think you'd truly be able to escape me?"

Defiant, Finn shouted up at the intercom, "Face me like a man, you coward!"

Laughter rang through the chamber again. "And why would I want to do that? You're physically much stronger than I, and faster too. In the crude matter of physical conflict, I admit you're my better."

The tiles on the floor began to rise and join together until they formed a massive polygonal golem. With a loud buzzing sound, massive omni-claws formed around the golem's arms.

"In the realm of the mind, however, I am the master. Wilhelm; deal with the hero."

Finn tensed his body as a brilliant burst of light fired from the golem's single eye, wondering if the last sound he would ever hear would be the shrill whine of the alarm ringing in his ears.

Finn sat up abruptly in the makeshift bunk that was his bed. The book he had been reading before falling asleep fell off his chest and hit the floor with a thud, the title "The Crusade of Sir Tirager Vespere, Knight of Justice" just visible on the worn and faded cover. He stared around bleakly before his mind identified the shrill ring of his alarm. He brought his fist down on the top of the clock, silencing the alarm with a slight crunch of the plastic casing.

With a sigh, Finn fell back into his bunk and stared up at his ceiling, a patchwork of circuitry, vent tubing, and wires. For a time, he considered going back to sleep. Sure, he had things to do, but it wasn't like they were going anywhere.

Just was just drifting off when something heavy landed on his stomach, effectively knocking the breath out of him.

"C'mon, Finn! Get up already! We got stuff to do!"

With a groan, Finn grabbed his pillow and buried his face in it, only for a metal claw to grab it and tear it from his grasp.

"Wakey-wakey!" A circular display showing the face of a smiling cartoon dog appeared directly in his field of view. "C'mon, man! Darsan's already got the list going. Can't fix things while you're in bed."

"If only I had some sort of engineering robot to help out." Finn muttered sarcastically. "Get off, Jake!"

Jake leapt off Finn's chest and landed on all fours a short distance away from the bed, his stubby metal tail-end shaking excitedly.

Annoyance fading, Finn reflexively rubbed Jake's head for a moment before sitting down at his workbench.

Jake hopped up on a nearby stool and raised himself over the edge of the workbench. After surveying the parts for a moment, he asked, "Ah, the long range sensors are still giving you trouble?"

"What's left of them." Finn poked around at the parts on his bench for a moment before letting out a sigh. "This station's just too old. Without a fresh supply of parts, or at least access to an unguarded junkyard, I don't see this place lasting more than a year."

"You always say that, Finn." Jake said, pausing a moment to work a bit of grit from his leg joint. "Still, you always keep us floating out here."

"Hmm. Well, maybe Darsan'll manage to get some backing from that hanar rep. Their government should be paying us, seeing as we fuel half their damn traffic into the Shrike Abyssal."

"Yeah. You just know they're up to something."

Finn gave up on the shattered array, at least for the moment. "I'm gonna go get some coffee. You want something, Jake?"

"Nah, I'm good."

Finn climbed up the steel rungs to the main deck of the station. It wasn't much of a station, to be honest; barely more than a hundred meters square, every inch of it crowded and dirty. The bar was little more than a makeshift desk in front of an odd collection of liquors. The shop was a complete junk heap that smelled strongly of must, old tobacco, and polishing cream. The only area that looked half-way clean was the eating area, a collection of old tables and mismatched chairs.

Outpost J-27 was the galactic equivalent of a ratty little gas station in the middle of nowhere. The place looked to be one breath from falling apart, and was in desperate need of assistance of an army of maids armed with sterilizing wands. On the other hand, it was the only refueling station between the Silean Nebula and the Shrike Abyssal; you either dumped your core there or you slowly roasted for the next thousand light-years.

Two drell were sitting at one of the tables. Finn hadn't seen many drell in his time; they looked mostly human, albeit on the scaly side. It was the eyes that made him uneasy; the drells' solid black eyes that made it impossible to see where they were looking. Up close, Finn could tell that they were, in fact, looking everywhere.

The hanar had referred to them as its associates, but Finn knew a bodyguard when he saw one. Right now, he saw two, meditating silently at their tables. He made a friendly wave, more out of habit than any sense of politeness. They returned the gesture, but said nothing.

The coffee maker's basket had a thick layer of tar that had long rendered the machine unable to produce anything any sane sapient would consider actual coffee. Still, it hit your brain like an electrically charged boot, and the taste wasn't that bad if you didn't let it linger in your mouth.

Finn considered making some breakfast, but decided against it; the café was set on a time-table, and some nutter had locked the early morning menu to something it referred to as 'Traditional English Breakfast'. He had tried it once out of curiosity. It was … not good.

As Finn poured himself a cup of dark brown liquid, he became aware of a heated argument. There was no shouting; elcor didn't shout, and neither did the hanar. The whispering of the hanar, however, was not an easy thing to ignore, and Darsan's normal booming monotone was impossible not to hear.

"Annoyed. Our terms are more than fair."

"This one … does not know. This one feels that it is being taken advantage of, just as it has been taken advantage of before."

"Condescending; you are a fool, Opylius. This deal is fair and equitable; don't get greedy."

"This one is not asking for more than its fair share! Darsan is taking advantage of being the only base-"

"Impatient; the only base not monitored by the Citadel Fleet or patrolled by pirates or slavers. Sarcastic; if my station isn't good enough for you, feel free to take your business back to Omega."

"Perhaps this one will!"

The door to Darsan's cabin slid open. The hanar floated quickly from the door, its long tendrils recoiling from touching the floor. Finn still had a hard time not comparing the sapient beings to jellyfish.

Darsan followed the hanar out of the room that served Darsan as both office and bedroom. In many respects, he was a typical elcor; large frame, massive forearms, and the strange expressionless face marked only with a few vertical slits where most species had a mouth.

That, however, was where Darsan's similarities with his people ended. Where most elcor made do with the traditional garments (typically, pants, arm-warmers, and the elcor equivalent of a shirt (essentially just a square of cloth worn over their back), Darsan wore a pair of khaki slacks cut to fit his frame with black leather jacket (again, cut to fit his large frame) with the phrase, "J-27 or Bust" sewn on the back.

Still, that wasn't too unusual. The thing that never ceased to bring a smirk to Finn's face was the large wide-brim purple hat with a zebra-pattern stripe around the base. No one knew where Darsan got it; he simply left his cabin one day wearing it with the elcor equivalent of a grin.

"Jeering." The elcor said in his deep monotone, "Give Aria my best wishes."

The hanar quivered slightly before rushing towards the airlock to his ship. The drell rose from their table and followed their 'associate', but not before giving both Finn and Darsan polite nods.

As the airlock closed, Finn said, "Don't worry; I took the liberty of pulling the credits from his account for the fuel and services provided."

"Pleased; good thinking, Finn. Certain; he will return soon enough. That jellyfish won't risk a deal with Aria. She does not care for its kind."

"She's none too fond of the elcor either." Finn said pointedly.

Darsan shrugged his massive shoulders. "Indifferently; as long as she is at Omega and not here, there is no problem."

There was a brief shudder as the hanar's ship disconnected from the station. Finn used the pause to take a sip of what could only loosely be called 'coffee'. Grimacing from the taste, he said, "Hey, I'm gonna make a run to Krieger's today, see if I can't find something to get our long-range sensors back up and running again."

"Worried; is it beyond repair?"

"I ain't gonna lie." Finn told him. "It's in pretty rough shape. That, and the fact that model hasn't been in production for over a century make it a tough fix. Still, Krieger was going on about finding some serious salvage last time he was in; maybe he's found something with an intact unit."

"Relieved but cautious; what will it cost?"

"I dunno. Depends what I can find, and whether I can convince that nut it's not worth that much." Finn glanced at the pod door that led to the sensor array. "Sure be nice if the Alliance would chip in a little."

Darsan glanced at the pod door and slowly shook his head. "Fretful; the Alliance's presence offers us some protection. I would not want to 'push out luck', as your people say."

"Push our luck." Finn corrected as he washed out his coffee cup in the sink at the bar. "Well, we'll see how it goes. Just remember; if we don't get it up and running, we won't know what's out there beyond this system."

"Concerned; it is not a pleasant thought."

As he wiped his hands on a clean towel, Finn said, "I'll let you know what I find, and we'll figure it out from there, okay?"

"Accepting; sounds like a plan. Be careful out there, Finn."

Finn climbed back down to his workshop. As he began to work at his console, Jake reactivated and ambled over to him. "Whatcha doin', buddy?"

"Warming up the Gradisian." Finn glanced down at his little friend. "You up for a trip?"

"You bet!"

A round hatch slid open along the far wall, knocking over several stacks of parts in the process.

"Oops." Finn muttered as Jake leapt through the hatch. Just as he started to climb through after him, however, he was stopped by the sound of someone hurriedly trying to climb down the ladder into his workshop.

"Wait a minute!" A thin woman in a loose-fitting alliance uniform landed unsteadily beside the ladder and quickly turned to Finn.

Private Sherle Mannon was a relatively new fixture to the station, having only arrived a scarce two years ago. Barely out of training, the only reason she was there was to satisfy some obscure Alliance treaty that no one remembered anymore. Technically, she was supposed to be keeping an eye out for trouble, but as it was, she controlled the station's communications array. Finn really didn't mind; she was almost as good at patching up the floating heap of junk as he was. She seemed nice enough, if a bit harried. She also refused to abandon her uniform for more conventional clothes; it seemed silly to Finn, but he ultimately respected her choice.

"What's up?" Finn asked her as she straightened her uniform.

"You're going to Krieger's right? To look for long-range scanner parts?"

"Among other things."

"Could you pick me up an energy converter? Mark five in the least, doesn't matter what brand."

Finn raised an eyebrow at this. "You sure about that? The new Elkoss Combine Mark 5's melt down in a matter of months."

"Doesn't matter; I'm stripping it for parts. I think I found a way to boost our transmission range."

"Uh-huh. Like last time?"

Mannon's face went red. "T-that was an accident. Anybody could've made the same mistake."

Finn held up his hands. "All right, all right! I'm just messin' with you. I'll see what I can find."

Finn started to go through the hatch again when a thought occurred to him. Stepping back out, he said, "What kind of extra range you talkin' about?"

"Nothing as major as another system. A few thousand light years at bests."

"Why bother? There's nothing out there."

An unusually pensive look settled on Mannon's face. "Maybe, maybe not."

He sighed, but he couldn't get mad at her. She reminded him of his sister, Alea; same small frame, same perpetually unkempt hair, and the strange insistence on wearing glasses which only served to make her eyes look unnaturally large.

Shaking his head, Finn said, "Well, I'll keep my eyes open."

"Thanks, Finn." Private Mannon bobbed her head at Finn before starting up the rungs. "And be careful, okay?"

"I always am."

As Finn climbed down into the cockpit of the Gradisian, he felt a pair of metal paws touch his shoulders. "What was the hold up, man?"

"You know how it is." Finn said, already working on starting up the ship, "You tell people you're going shopping, suddenly everybody needs you to pick up something."

"Heh. Yeah." Jake settled in the copilot's seat and wagged his tail end happily. Finn couldn't help but smile.

The Gradisian was a refitted quarian fighter, originally built four-hundred years ago during the Reaper War. The fact that it was still in prime condition was a testament to the quarian's technical prowess; even when something did break, fixing it was never a problem. The weapons were very underpowered for the time, but the drive was still fully functional, if a few centuries newer than the ship it powered.

As the cockpit slid shut, Finn patted Jake on the head and asked, "You ready?"

"Always, man! Let's go!"

With a nod, Finn pulled the release lever. The Gradisian separated from the station and slowly began to move forward.

"Energy distribution normal." Finn muttered as he ran a quick diagnostic over the Gradisian's systems. "Life support fully powered, shield generators are charged."

By now, the station was behind them, visible through a tiny window in the rear of the craft. As he reached for the throttle, he couldn't help but stare at it; it honestly didn't look much better from the outside: A collection of battered parts haphazardly welded into a livable space. The planetoid that Outpost J-27 orbited was, in all respects, a hunk of worthless rock that barely managed to have enough gravity for the station to have a proper orbit. The heavy concentrations of Sulfur and Ammonia made it deadly to all but the volus, and the extreme heat kept any of them from staking a claim. There was no point anyway; the planetoid had long since been mined of anything useful.

Still, it was still home.

"Sensors online!" Jake said cheerily, breaking Finn from his reverie. "We're clear!"

Shaking his head, he said, "Engaging drive." As he pushed forward on the throttle, the universe in front of him became a blur.


Original Notes: As this was conceived as a sequel to mass effect, I wrote out the first few chapters with plans as to what could have happened if Finn or Fiona made different choices. It's only for the first few chapters, as it quickly became difficult to keep track of everything, but I thought I'd go ahead and include them here, in case someone wanted to write their own little playthrough (creative commons, so knock yourself out). Ebook version's done; btw; just figuring out how to put it somewhere for downloading.

Possible Choices - Go to the Junkyard, Stay and try and fix sensors without the part.

Consequences - If he stays to fix the sensors, he eventually ends up working with Mannon (possible romance beginning). They succeed in repairing the sensors in time to detect the Cerberus Ships flying toward the Junkyard.

They wonder about this before having some dinner. More time to talk with Mannon (possibility of increasing romance levels), as well as a little more time to establish Darsan's character.

He starts to go to bed, but is awoken by an emergency message from Krieger. Taking Jake, Finn goes to investigate (straight to chapter 3).

(Mannon - romance)

Conversation goes to how Finn is so knowledgeable about machines. He mentions once being part of the Alliance, which surprises Mannon. If he admits he was at fault, Mannon's affection will increase. If he feels the Alliance pushed him away, she will think less of him (mostly because it was plainly his fault, and h isn't admitting it).

At Dinner, Darsan will bring up the hanar and the drell. Darsan isn't fond of hanar, and asks Finn's opinion. Mannon admonishes him for specism, and Finn can choose to side with either or abstain. Naturally, whoever he sides with will increase friendship, and a small bit of romance for Mannon.