The first time he died Richard didn't really deserve it, at least not in his own opinion. He was driving a car when some drunk ass decided he'd run the light, at twenty-six years old he died of shrapnel from the crash and in his last moment was pretty sure he'd never see his family again. Whether it be because of Hell or because none of it existed he didn't know but it sure as hell scared him. As the darkness consumed his sight and the pain ebbed away he heard slight sirens and scoffed slightly.
"The other bastard better be dead." Were his last words as Richard passed from this earth.
When he woke up he was plenty annoyed, to say the least. With all the bright lights and hushed talking, he was pretty damn sure he was in a hospital and he hated hospitals. Sitting up slowly he rubbed his eyes and was greeted with the sight of what looked like two aliens watching him with surprise written all over their faces. With what little response he could he groaned and laid back down trying not to think about it too much.
"Great, I'm hallucinating." Looking up again at snickering the female being smirked. "I assure you, sir, you aren't hallucinating at all." Sitting up again Richard looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "So where am I then?" She smiled kindly and motioned to the window behind him as it opened. "In the medical ward of the citadel."
They soon left as he absent-mindedly nodded barely paying attention as he tried to make sense of this, picking up the glorified iPad he looked at the year and any major news hoping for some news. 'Lara Shephard, Commander of the Alliance frigate Normandy returns from her supposed death and is reinstated as a Spectre.' Dropping the datapad softly onto the bed he grabs some clothes the docs lent him and changed, he'd need a drink if he was to process being in the god damn Mass Effect universe all of a sudden.
They let him go with little argument other than more scans to be sure and him promising to be careful, he guessed being nobody here was a plus. Stepping out he wracked his brain to remember where exactly he could get a drink here, he just hoped the layout was the same as in the game. His hand clenched in anger for a couple seconds as he thought about his newest predicament and scowled as he remembered how he got here and the damned driver.
"Fucking prick."
AN: Hey all of you awesome people, sorry it took so long to do anything but I hurt my hand at work and couldn't type but now I'm back. If you can't guess this is a self-insert into Mass Effect written in 3rd person, this first chapter is mainly to gauge whether you want to see more or not and it's for fun. Stay cool guys.
-Richard