AN: A new OC story in the mass effect verse I'm planing to update weekly. Chapters are not finale, meaning I will go back and edit as much as needed in my spare time. Not the best writer, but enjoy doing it. You like it or you dont.

I do not own anything mass effect related, just my own character here.

October 6th 2009. Over the Pacific Ocean.

Captain Kyle Reed of the United States Marine Corps was currently on a single routine patrol test flight with his F/ A-18 Hornet. Most flied a more advance model of his fighter but today he was just doing routine test runs on a few systems.

"Eagle 64, I repeat Eagle 64 do your read?" Tower control came over his Radio. He was only supposed to be in the air for less than an hour, and he was nearly going over his limit.

"Tower this is Eagle 64 I read you loud and clear," The captain replied checking over a few minor systems.

Kyle nearly didn't reply as he was still going over his earlier conversation he had this morning with his Ex. How she constantly hassled him over the fact that the military was the only thing he would ever love. How he could never give her the things she wanted, or be there if they ever had a family. It sucked and he knew it, but it was the truth. Kyle Reed wanted nothing more than the military life, it was in his blood ever since his father past away.

"Eagle 64 all system have been showing green, top wants you to RTB,"

Taken out of his head Kyle quickly worked to reply. "Wilco, Eagle 64 is RTB,"

"Glad to hear Eagle 64, you're the last on run, looking forward to your landing so I can go home,"

Kyle chuckled at his reply, he was looking forward to getting of duty himself. Turning his bird around something felt off, he couldn't explain it but something was giving him a chill to his bones.

"Eagle 64…experinc….anom…rea..." the static of tower control was coming in.

As Kyle was trying to clear the static, seeing if his own systems was causing the issues he was starting to experience some turbulence. Kyle worked franticly to see what was causing the issues, but he could find nothing within his own systems that could be causing said issues. The only thing that left it was an outside source. And while the skies were starting to get darker due to the time of day, there wasn't a dark cloud within them.

"Tower, tower, do you copy. Experiencing problems on my end…shit," no reply came, all he could do was fly though it now.

Systems were starting to go haywire, looking ahead the captain had to rely on his own eyes now. The shaking of his cockpit was getting worse as he continued along. Suddenly what could only be described as a blue electrical storm appeared all around him?

"What the…" was all Kyle could say as the light got brighter, blinding him in the process. He could suddenly feel like he was being torn apart.

All of a sudden without any warning or explanation the turbulence cleared, as well as the electrical storm vanished as fast as it appeared. He felt as fine as he was before all this crap happened. Looking around he could see all his systems were fine as well too. Maybe he was just going crazy, there was no storm, or dark cloud in the area, and everything was fine. However, the skies did seems a bit brighter than they had been five minutes ago, but for all he knew that was just his head playing games on him. After all he has been going on over 17 hours without sleep. Not enough to make him crazy tired, but just enough to make his mind probably play tricks on him.

"Control this is Eagle 64 to you copy," he said through his radio but was answered with nothing but a strange static, not as if there was anybody there, but enough to have faint sounds and voices on other unknown channels.

"Control this is Eagle 64 do you read," he tried again, but got nothing but the same response.

Trying to figure out what was going on with his systems, and thinking it was on his own end a fast swooshing sound so loud and sudden it made his fighter jerk a bit flew past him, one on each side of his flanks.

"The shit was that," Kyle said to himself.

Looking at his radar he saw faint blimps on his radar nearly out of his range ahead of him, before he could get a proper read he could see they were moving back into his direction. Trying to understand any of this Kyle looked ahead to see what he could barely identify as unknown fighters flying backwards towards him on both his sides, coming into his view they stopped to his speed.

He looked to his sides seeing two much larger fighters of which he had never seen in his life flanking him on each sides, before the Captain could think of anything he brought his hand to his helmet as a massive static radio sound came through to him that wanted to make his head explode. After a few moments that felt like the longest minutes of his life a clear voice came to him.

"Unidentified vessel you are in restricted airspace!" A dominate voice came to him through his radio.

"This is Eagle 64, requesting your authorization on US air space," Kyle replied in an equal dominate voice. He was trying to get a good look at the fighters, maybe Russian, or Chinese prototypes was all he could think of.

It took a while before Kyle got a reply back to him. "Unidentified vessel you are ordered to follow our approach into Alliance base 24 LA port Zero do you copy?" the voice replied back, not answering or questioning anything he had said. The fighters did say LA, and we were on course back towards California coastline. For all he knew he had just witnessed a US military testing flight that he was not supposed to witness. At the very least he knew he had to comply now.

"Copy that, will follow your approach,"

Kyle didn't get a reply from the fighters, and why would he. He could only imagine the amount of non-disclosure papers he would have to sign after this crap fest of a test flight. Only a few minutes had past as he got to where the fighters were leading him, he could see a base in the distance on the coastline, but something felt off. He couldn't explain it everything look just right and wrong all at the same time. It was then that he noticed what could only see as some kind of unidentified ship floating in the sky above the base, just before it bursting into the sky towards space. 'Jesus what was he witnessing now' he could only wonder.

"Vessel you are to land on strip 17 on our approach," the same oh so kind pilot said, no, demanded to him as the two fighters lowered itself down, as if they were nearly stopping midair like a harrier.

Kyler looked towards the landing strip ahead of them and had to wave off on his approach. 'Are these guys crazy?'

"Vessel why did you not land!?"

"Are you guys crazy, there isn't nearly half the amount of runway I need to land on that!"

There was a long pause before a different voice came to reply. "Unknown vessel precautions have been made and you should be able to reset your approach. Be advised if refusal again you will be shot down."

These guys were just so ever cheerful, damn black-ops site. There was nothing else to do, he could only pray they had some kind of safety landing system similar to a carrier which enabled him to land on the base. Coming around Captain Reed was coming into landing.

As his fighter hit the ground the captain turned his face franticly trying to slow his fighter down before he hit the side of a building, but before he could some kind of blue looking like field stopped his fighter completely in its tracks. The field was gone the sudden his fighter stopped and all his system's went offline.

"Shit…" the captain breathed out before he got a look at the bases surroundings. It was then he noticed it.

About a dozen or so armed guards came up around his fighter all wearing some kind of blue uniforms that looked Navy.

'Time to face the music,' Kyle though as he slowly opened his hatch.

"Step out of the vessel slowly!" One of the guards yelled towards the captain.

Kyle raised his hands in a surrendering motion, as he slowly made his way outside of the Hornet. The second he hit the ground he places his hands strictly on his head. That didn't do much good as two of the men with strange looking weapons came towards the captain forcing him face down on the ground.

"Stand still for identification!"

"Jesus, you guys handle all your guest like this," Kyle mocked.

"Shut it!" the other guard sneered at him as he placed his foot harder down on his back.

"Okay, okay, okay. Just chill guys," Kyle couldn't see what the first guard was doing, but through the corner of his eyes he could see a faint orange light coming from his hand. The light vanished as he signaled someone else over.

As the man got towards him he spook. "You can let him loose a bit son," the voice of what sounded like an officer spoke towards the guard that had his foot placed on him.

'Good maybe you guys could treat an officer right,' Kyle thought.

"Bring the man up boys," the officer ordered the two guards, and with that they brought Kyle to his feet facing the officer.

Looking at him Kyle could see he was wearing a Blue uniform he had never seen in his life. Nothing like navy uniform at all. The man look straight at Kyle, then towards some kind of tablet in his hand.

"Captain Kyle Reed," the name and rank brought Kyle to his full attention. And he was ready to get some kind of mouthful for seeing something he shouldn't like he thought all along. "Can you explain why you are in this antique Jet carrying the name and DNA of a US Marine Corps officer that's been declared missing for nearly 200 years?" the question hit Kyle like a rock was just thrown into his face.

"What…?"