Your world, as you knew it, is gone, how far will you go to bring it back?-Captain John Price
Space is vast…..Humanity has only just began scratching the surface of its huge expanse and yet we have been around for millennium, we will not find out more for the next decade at least and we may never find life outside this universe but what of the Multi-Verse theory?
I usually tended to think about things like this when I wasn't trying to improve my fitness for the British Royal Marines, I learnt from a young age how to shoot because of my father.
I look down at his dog-tags that I am wearing around my neck, I miss the guy and I wanted to follow in his footsteps and join up in three years, then I will be 18 years old.
I ponder this for a few more seconds then shrug and insert the Mass Effect disk into my X-BOX tray, it accepts the disk and I am brought to the set up part.
I have completed all three Mass Effect games numerous times and with different Shepards' ranging from various extremes but I am looking for something different this time, something fresh if you will.
I decide on a Female Shepard with the default hair and eyes but I change the facial features and add some scars, possibly from Akuze or Elysium?
I make her a Colonist, War Hero and accept but then I hear an echoing voice that didn't seem to be possible but it seems to be coming from everywhere.
"Kieran Evans, you are needed somewhere else, prepare yourself!" The voice boomed.
I am shocked to put it lightly. No to be more accurate I am freaking the fuck out I feel my head go light and I fall to my knees.
My vision is smothered by darkness and everything disappears…
Fusion...Complete/ Corporal is ready.
I wake up to a man holding his hand out and I grasp it firmly then he pulls me up, I stand on my own two feet despite how shaky they are initially.
"Who are you, where am I?" I ask weakly as my words catch slightly in my throat causing me to cough viciously.
"Woah there, take it easy son, you took a nasty hit there, I'm Lieutenant Smith N7, you need to be rehabilitated it seems."
He stands a full 6 foot at least and was wearing the default Onyx armour with the N7 logo attached to it, he had dark brown hair and green eyes.
N7? I look around, bewildered and see the Alliance logo on a tank…the M35 MAKO, what the fuck is going on here? Okay go with it for now maybe I can play the amnesia card and find out why the hell he's calling me "Marine".
"Lieutenant Smith, sir I don't really remember anything about me….could I get my service record please sir?" I ask deliberately sounding vulnerable as if I don't know myself which he thinks I don't.
"Of course, I actually have it here on a data pad, take a look soldier." He says and tosses the Datapad towards me, I catch it and start to read it extensively already.
Name: Corporal Kieran Evans
Date of Birth: 1st November, 2152
Birthplace: London, Earth
Unit: 42nd Marine Regiment
Service Record: Kieran Evans joined the Alliance Military as soon as he turned 18 on the 1st of November 2170 and has received a number of medals and even promotion despite still only being 18 for several acts of valour while taking on Batarian pirates in the verge.
Commendation: Kieran received the Star of Terra after single-handedly holding off a group of Batarian Pirates numbering in the dozens and protecting the lives of his fellow Marines and local civvies caught in the fight.
Latest Assignment: 21st October 2171 Operation Attrition
The Corporal and the rest of the soldiers available from the 42nd Marine Regiment have been tasked with clearing an underground network of Batarian Slavers who are dealing in attacking Human colonies in the system.
Support: Four M35 Mako's and 50 soldiers from the 42nd Marine Regiment.
Anticipated Enemy Resistance: Anywhere from 50-100 Batarian Slave Traders.
I sigh and feel information flood into my head, training, missions, it was simple, I'm not in my body anymore and that voice, whatever it was if it is Omni-Potent or something could have changed the records and stuffed me in this Marine's body for a laugh.
Great that makes me feel like whatever god it was is fucking with me, I stifle a chuckle at that and all the soldiering skills this guy knew have been inherited by me.
I was wearing the new issue Gladiator armour with a Nav-Beacon installed, displaying all my objectives and it reads as follows.1. Link up with Sgt. Burns and prepare to assault the entrance of the base.
I see that my Nav-Beacon is telling me that Sgt. Burns is located about ten meters to my left and I walk over to him.
"Everyone grab a rifle, shotgun and pistol!" I hear him bellow and he throws me a Kessler-I, Lancer-I and a Storm-I shotgun.
I fumble but manage to equip the weapons to the designated mag-locks on my armour are already moving out by time I get kitted up properly.
"Hey Evans, you're new to the squad, our point man *Sandbag* is going to stay at the front and you will be near the back, head on a swivel." Burns informs me and I chuckle at the squaddie humour.
He calls the point man sandbag because a sandbag is meant to protect you from bullets in war or explosions, he is doing the same except his body is one giant sandbag.
We head out into the heart of darkness, the field outside the base was covered with ankle-deep grass, we slowly skulk over to the entrance of the base however just before we get into the clear I hear gunfire and see a Batarian on top of the Pre-Fab and my (The Marine who's body I seem to be in's) training kicks in.
"Contact!" I yell and open with my Lancer, the weapon jolted slightly in my hand however it is enough to force the Batarian into cover on the roof but Burns renders his cover useless by running next to the building.
"Grenade out!" He roars and lobs the grenade on the top of the roof, I hear an explosion and a scream and we stack up on the door.
"Sandbag you're up." Burns whispers and the Marine highlighted on my HUD as Serviceman Muller hacks the door and enters first with a shotgun and I immediately see multiple Batarians staring at us with raised weapons.
"Everyone take cover!" I yell and take cover next to the door without going inside the building, however Muller was shredded before he could retreat.
"Squad, get a grenade in there!" Burns screamed over the intense automatic gunfire of our enemies.
I throw one down the corridor and wait for the deafening explosion to occur before looking down the corridor again.
I cast a glance down there and see one Batarian left, I walk into the building and pump a few bursts into his chest causing a sick gargling sound to be emitted from his chest.
Our squad is now down to four men and I see a woman called Corporal. Smith take point with her shotgun.
We advance for a few seconds then check our corners, Smith advanced down a narrow left corridor and before I know it about a dozen shots rang out and Smith falls down to the ground.
I dash over to her and drag her into cover then for good measure I throw a grenade in the direction the fire came from.
I hear an explosion and several screams alerting me to the fact that I was successful, I see Smith bleeding from her abdomen and she is trying to say something.
"Corporal…give." She coughs up blood and I shake my head at the wounded soldier.
"No Smith, save your strength you can make this!" I yell but she shakes her head.
"Corporal, give these too….my…son...urgh..." She fades into oblivion on those words and I know what she meant, I grab her dog-tags and place them in the pouch on my back.
"Come on Evans we need to move!" Burns shouts and I nod before continuing and then I decide to take point.
I hear echoes of distant shotgun fire and I knew that it could be either side getting slaughtered as there seemed to be no return fire.
I sweep around the corner and see no hostiles, I shake my head and continue on down the seemingly narrowing corridor.
A Batarian turns the corner and stares in horror as me, Burns and another marine called Ramirez opened fire on him, riddling him with bullets and turning him into a four-eyed pile of mincemeat.
How can I just be massacring people like this, my conscience shouldn't be able to handle this easily at all but somehow I don't feel anything.
I shake my head as I need to focus on the combat at hand and turn the next corner however my objective marker changes.
Retrieve intel from building-Distance: 2 meters.
I obey and open the door located two meters to my left and hear a high pitched beeping, I walk in and then I see the bombs rigged to the wall behind me.
Burns is the first to react.
"Get down lad!" He dives at me and pushes me to the floor, I feel pain as I fall but then I hear ringing in my ears and my vision goes dark….
My vision comes back a few seconds later however I see a group of Batarians standing at the door aiming their pistols at Ramirez, they fire and rip through his shields killing him mercilessly.
They walk into the room and I pull my shotgun off of my belt as they haven't spotted me in the corner of the room yet, I breathe in and get to my knees, my arms are shaking like crazy but I manage to get off the first shot and tear apart the first of three Batarians.
I see Burns take out his pistol and fire until it overheats causing our foes to drop down dead.
I stagger over Burns who is now breathing heavily, I see the entry and exit points of his numerous wounds caused by the shrapnel of those explosives and I know he is dying however I still pointlessly try to keep him awake by shaking his shoulders.
"Come on Burns, damn it, stay with me!" I yell.
"Well mate, looks like it's just you now…..give em hell…" He chokes on his last word and I start shaking, I nearly throw up but manage somehow to force the bile down and hear my comm line going.
"Bravo Six, repeat Bravo Six is anyone still on this frequency, over?" The command control operator asks and I turn on my comm.
"Baseplate this is Bravo Six-Five, I'm alone down here, Bravo Six-One and the rest of Bravo Six are KIA, I repeat KIA." I manage to choke out.
"Copy that, can you move on your own strength Bravo Six-Five?" Baseplate asks.
I try to move and find my leg is done in by the shrapnel and the fact that the adrenaline has worn off didn't help matters at all.
"Negative Baseplate, my leg is knackered from shrapnel, I can't move it." I say in a calmer tone than I imagined."
I can now feel the pain creeping up my leg in pulses, I hated this sort of pain, it was constant without any sort of relief and it would stop and start repeatedly making it worse.
A few minutes of agonising pain later and I feel myself slip into unconsciousness.
Songs played- Skrillex & Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley - Make It Bun Dem
AN: I know this may seem very mediocre and it probably is, however I urge you to leave a review so you can explain what I need to work on and then that way I can entertain you, my readers more effectively if at all ;)