Author's Note
Disclaimer: The usual I guess. None of the works bar the original character are my own. A lot of the dialogue between characters will be pulled from the game, some of it will be edited and changed just slightly to fit in with having an original character run around; but apart from that, I will try and keep it as cannon as possible. I'll probably end up playing the game as I write this, so I can keep things in line and whatnot as I can as well.
Reviews...help. They give my muse a good kick in the pants, making me want to write, but it also lets me know whether people are enjoying what I do or not. I mean, if no one is enjoying, there is little point in continuing to write, right? Heh. Anyway. Forgive my nerves and...well...here goes nothing.
Proluge.
Entry 1. – Recount. Earth 24/09/2015
I figured I should write all this down for some reason, which is funny, seeing as nothing is written on paper this far in the future. Hell, I don't even know where Dr. Chakwas got this from for me. Good egg, that one. I guess it's always been this way, though. The moment I can't do something easily or at all, I want to do it. Kinda like talking to my folks.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, see? Just a routine birthday outing to celebrate my twenty-third year alive. For laughs, we went and saw a witch woman to get our palms read and all that jazz. Used to always think that stuff was a load of crap. Still do, to be honest. Not entirely sure if I'm just dreaming and I'm going to wake up at any moment or what. But right now, I'm in the med bay of a space ship days after being spaced because I went and had a private reading with a witch woman. Maybe she sent me? Ah hell, look at me. I'm starting to believe in all that voodoo magic crap. But honestly? It's a little confronting really.
Dr. Chakwas says recording things will help me keep my mind together, but I didn't want to use the 'vid' thing to do that. Hell, maybe I'll dictate this onto a data pad later but for now, I want to be able to feel things, have them be tangible under my fingers even if I can't read my own handwriting. The smooth sensation of pen under my fingers, the rough ridges of paper under my palm…it helps keep me grounded. They're about to fit me for a thing called an omni-tool. It will give me the ability to understand the aliens, as well as open doors, be identified; that sort of thing. Comms as well, now I think of it. I'm not overly keen to have them stick some chip under my arm, but I've seen everyone else using them, and I'd be lying if I said that didn't pique my interest. Oh, yeah, aliens. So far I can remember the Asari and the Turian. I know there's others, one starting with an 'S' and one that sounds like Program, but Dr. C says it's gonna take me time to take in new information anyway. Something about shock. I don't mind so much, though. With the pressure off, it'll make assimilation easier, anyway.
But hell. If I'm going to do this, I should start at the beginning. Right. I'll get this tool installed, and then we'll go from there.
