Hello! Welcome to my third Halo x Mass Effect Fanfic, third times a charm. The other two I abandoned due to losing quick interest, and realizing that, while not while originality isn't a sign of quality, that my previous stories were boring. So I sought to make this, a story whose main character is from Halo but not a Spartan. However that isn't also why it failed. There was a sense that I had ideas I wanted to do, but wasn't sure how I wanted to go about them.
Then there was chapter length, back then I tried to make chapters as long as possible. I will be avoiding that by doing this. In this story, it will be updated every Monday. This will help me by giving myself a deadline, something I sorely needed in the past. Next, chapters will range from a minimum of 2k words to a soft cap of 5k (Authors Notes doesn't count, and neither does first chapters). This makes getting out chapters much easier as I can get them done quicker and therefore go back and edit them sooner. It's easy for me to burn out when I try to make each chapter over 7k words, trying to hit the long-ass 10k mark.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this first chapter, it will be a sort of slow start, just for a fair warning. Next chapter, which is already in the works, will be a bit more action oriented. I should say that this fanfic will be structured in 2 parts so to speak, "Present" day events and "Past" events, the later depending on the former's events.
SOL SYSTEM – EARTH - VOI MEMORIAL – MARCH 3rd, 2653 – 1000 HOURS.
Standing at the Voi memorial, was current UEG President, Margret Stanford. She had just been elected two years prior, and despite holding the position, this moment was momentous. Her parents had been veterans of the Human-Covenant War, but yet Margret never saw it, having been born years later. Still though, the effects were still felt, many colonies were rebuilt, some planets still need to be terraformed from their glassing, and some still neglected.
As the cameras aimed towards her, she tried to relax, clearing her throat of any uneasiness. "Today we stand, one-hundred years after the Great War, the Voi memorial still stands proud of our survival and a monument to generations to never give up. Since the war we have grown, rebuilt, and advanced further than ever before."
The Voi memorial hadn't changed much, though the grass and much of the area surrounding it had begun to regrow. Once again, life was returning, and with the aid of terraforming, the once scared landscape became nothing more than memory. Earth had been so close to its utter destruction, and even the Didact's attack has begun to fade.
"Though conflict still arises, children can go to bed without fear of invasion, and we hope that we can learn from the mistakes of our predecessors, that is why, here today, as he did this very day one-hundred years ago, I welcome, Thel 'Vadam, the Arbiter," she said, everyone began to clap as the Arbiter walked into the camera's vision. At the age of 167, the Arbiter was still imposing figure and still could fight down most Elites and even Spartans. He was wearing his ceremonial Arbiter armor, with an energy sword upon his waist.
"Thank you President Stanford," he spoke in his deep voice, but he didn't turn to the camera, but instead looked at the memorial. He placed his hand on it, his fingers touching the spot where the number, 117, had been scratched in. There was silence as he turned towards the camera. "Long ago, I was once your enemy. This is something that pains me but is something I can't forgive. However now I stand here, Humanity and Sangheili in alliance, a strong alliance. I have a regret, when the great Master Chief went missing, I remember that I and Spartan Locke looked for him, but we never did. Despite this, John-117 still lives on within us, and we shall honor his memory."
This drew a roar of applause from the crowd at the memorial. The Arbiters hand reached into the air. "May this alliance stay strong in his memory!"
REDLINE SYSTEM – UNDRA – NEW YANOK - MARCH 3rd, 2653 – 1200 HOURS.
It wasn't long before the ship arrived on the outer colony planet of Undra. ONI was typically quick about calls like this and this was no different. The city had gone through bad times, in the years following the Great War, the city had become toxic. It wasn't unusual to find some crazed veteran on the street yelling to the high heavens about the good old years or some racist speech about not trusting any aliens.
If you wanted to find good upstanding veterans, Undra wasn't the place to go. It was a world home to many cities, cities developed into large holes in the ground with streets and houses built into their sides. Unique, though the prospect of living mostly underground wasn't a fan favorite. It was named in memory of the beautiful city of Yanok, but while it was once strong, New Yanok had become a disservice to the memory. To the length that some had suggested changing its name, as if keeping it continued to do more damaged.
The small sleek black ONI ship could be seen in the sky as it pierced the clouds and flew over the planet's surface with almost complete silence. As it closed in on its destination it slowed and began to descend down into the city. A waterfall could be seen coming out of the wall, and falling all the way down until it splashed into the lake below. If not for the waterfall, there would be noting but dust. The ship continued to hover downwards and moved slightly as it neared a landing pad that erected from the wall. As it hovered over the pad, the dirt and grime became unsettled and fell off the sides.
With care, the ship's legs extended outwards allowing it to land. Then with a hiss, the back ramp of the ship fell to the ground with a thud. From out of the ship, an average sized caucasian man with brown curly hair and rough facial features with a mustache to boot, stepped down the ramp. As he touched the dust covered ground, another man walked from out of the stone ceiling and out into the light, wearing light orange work outfit with rips and dust covering every crevice. Truthfully, he hated coming out to planets like this, with the Insurrection still being a threat, he was almost expecting that one of these backwater planets would lead to their meeting. Workers and insurrectionist often shared the same wardrobe.
"Agent Garret Elphick," the black suited ONI officer introduced himself to the worker.
The civilian looked at the ONI officer with ire, not impressed. "Brian. Well then Agent Elphick," they spoke with contempt. "Follow me."
Garret followed Brian, leading him under the stone ceiling and into the city proper. As they walked through the dimly lit and dusty streets, the ONI man noticed not only Humans but Kig-Yar, Unoggy, and even some Sangheili. Each giving their only version of the angry glare as he passed by. ONI wasn't exactly in the favor minds of people, despite its change of views following the ONI Civil War of 2580.
No, the new ONI was still as untrusted as the old. If Garret was to be honest, he wasn't exactly a blaming man. "So down here on the day of celebrating the end of the Great War" the man questioned as they reached a locked tram with a steel gate. The man began to tap on the pad near it. "Yet you're here, seems like a piss day to work."
The ONI agent chuckled, true he should be out and about with friends, getting drunk and watching the ceremonies, but rarely did he ever get free time. "It pays the bills, and you're here, aren't you?"
The man laughed. "Fair enough."
When the gate opened the two stepped inside, it began to move. Neither spoke as it drove through the deep cave, the orange lights above flashing over them as they stood in wait. With the speed they were moving, Garret could only speculate how far they were away from any sign of the sky. Nothing but solid rock for miles up. As it reached its destination, the tram came to a screeching halt with sparks flying, and the gate slid opened.
They stepped out and Garret resumed his following. Down here, miners were working, the loud noises of man, alien, and machine echoing through its bowels. The Agent had been told that they had found a Forerunner artifact, though he had to admit, if so, why so deep underground. Not that he was confused by the prospect, but he was curious as to why they put the artifact deep under.
He expected it to open up into some giant cavern, but there wasn't. Instead they turned down an even smaller corridor until even the Agent could spot the glimmering light. It was a door, a Forerunner one to specific. Brian placed his hand on a panel and the door opened, which revealed the man's Reclaimer status. At one point, ONI believed every Human was a Reclaimer, but it was discovered that some of Humanity were in fact, not, Reclaimers. Garret found himself lucky to be one, and felt a slight bit of pity to those not. The two of them stepped inside. In the past Forerunner discoveries where constantly hitting the news, but in recent years the flair of it all had greatly diminished. However following the loss of the Janus Key in 2558, ONI had been diligent in keeping track of and following up on, any Forerunner sites found.
Stepping inside, they found it was quite small, with no other doors leading on. Like other Forerunner sites, the room was tinted light blue inside due to the light, the walls slick and silver. His gaze was captured to the center of the room where an object was. Its size was similar to that of a cryotube but there was no transparent material that would allow someone to see the person inside. He looked around it, crouching at all angles. Similar to any Forerunner object there was a panel they could tap into, however that was a bit above his paycheck.
"Think we might get paid soon? I got to get back to work soon." the man eagerly said as he took out a cigarette and lit it as they waited.
Garret tried to relate it to other Forerunner technology they had found, but this one seemed unique. Taking out a small device, he aimed it towards the artifact, resulting in a small light going up and down with data appearing on the device's screen. His eyes widened, the device detected life in the pod, faint, but it was there. This was huge, could it be a living Forerunner, one that wasn't bent on Humanity's destruction?
"Did you find anything else like this?" he said.
"Nah, we dug for miles past this room, nothing," Brian said as he gave a puff of his cig, having made a ring of the smoke.
Garret let his gloved hand move across the artifacts surface, it was smooth, and despite its age, not a single speck of dust. This was a strange situation, when a Forerunner structure was found underground, typically it would be a maze of floors. A single room was unheard of, until now. "We will need to move this."
Brian rose an eyebrow. "Payment now or this thing isn't moving one bit."
Garret sighed. "Fine, I'd rather not make this an issue."
The two of them were able to settle on a payment going by ONI regulations. In the past they would have just strong armed them, but the new ONI leader found that while it was effective, needless to say, wasn't exactly enjoyed by the victims. After gaining the payment, the man got machines to come down the tunnel and into the structure to lift for them.
Despite its weight the machine moved unhindered down the tunnel with the two men following behind it. The machine even fit on the tram, each step of the way, Garret hand hovered over his pistol. It wasn't Brian he feared, instead he knew that in the past that when ONI agents make their exit that mercenaries or insurrectionist strike. He recalled how Agent Jahnn had been killed by Sangheili mercenaries when exiting a Forerunner ruin. A strike team of Spartan-IV's were ordered to move in ASAP to eliminate the targets and secure the site.
His superiors tried to argue that Spartan-IV's should be stationed with ONI agents as part of Section 4. However the Spartan Branch said that it would be a misallocation of resources, thus the notion was denied. Personally he didn't care for it either way. If anything, having Spartan's might antagonize the shady people that Section 4 typically work with.
As they approached the ship, an invisible scanner detected Garret and began to open the back ramp. The machines went up the ramp and lifted the artifact down on the inside of the ship before making its exit. "Surprised it didn't blow up," said Brian, as Garret came out of the ship to thank him.
"ONI thanks you for the tip," Garret said, it was a cryotube of some sort, not something to blow up.
Brian chuckled. "The Spook knows how to give thanks? Brings a tear to my eyes."
Garret rolled his eyes as he entered his ship with the ramp closing behind him. Despite the size of the ship, the craft was fully slip space capable. It would take a couple of days to arrive at Trevelyan and the man was fully ready to get into his personal cryotube. After exiting the planet's orbit, he turned on the auto pilot, and the Shaw-Fujikawa Engine began to spool up.
He brought up the ship's communications as he sat down in the pilot's chair, a transparent screen appeared on the ship's front window. A logo of ONI rotated on it, a silver line beneath, a circle moved across the line. Suddenly the face of another ONI agent appeared, and in the corner of the screen the name: Agent Braddock could be seen in small text. "Agent Garret, how does the mission go?"
"I checked out the site, it was small and I couldn't find anything other than a single artifact in the room's center," he explained.
"Oh?" Braddock said. "And what is this artifact?"
Garret smirked. "Get this, my scanner detected faint life signs emanating from it."
Braddock was silent for a moment. "Garret, this is big."
"You don't think I know that?"
"I see a promotion in your future," Braddock mused.
Garret studied his console screen, showing that everything is in order. "I'm heading to Trevelyan now, I should be there in three days."
It was one of the downsides of going significantly away from Trevelyan, it took days to get to anywhere and days to get back. In fact, by the time he arrives at Trevelyan, it would be two days past the one-hundred year anniversary of the end of the war. They were getting better at slipspace, but it still wasn't quick enough for instant travel. Though it was faster than it was during the Great War.
"We'll prep for your arrival, no doubt the egg heads will want to crack it open the moment it's there," Braddock said.
Garret sighed. "Its scientists, Braddock, not egg heads."
Braddock laughed. "Fine, your precious scientist, will look at it."
Garret's eyes rolled. "Agent Garret out."
The communication cut and Braddock's feed ended, the man could be annoying at times, but he meant well. Not that Garret's hands' didn't clench into a fist from time to time. Garret stood from his seat and walked towards the artifact. He knew if he tried to open it himself, he would be in deep shit. Though he couldn't deny the urge to do it was there. It was one thing to learn about Forerunners and Ancient Humanity from recordings and data left behind, but to learn it from a living Forerunner… He shook his head, ridding of any urges to open it and walked away.
Stripping himself of his usual ONI attire and putting on a skin-tight suit, the man walked over to the cryotube. It stood just across from the artifact which he admitted put him in an unease. In preparation he took an injection of Cytoprethaline and swallowed the Bronchial Surfactant drug. Both important for survival in cryostasis. He didn't mind the injection but the drug? Personally hated the taste of it, akin to lime-flavored mucus. Since he wasn't wearing MJOLNIR armor like Spartan's, both were required and would be vomited upon exit.
As he put one foot into the cool pod, the lights in the ship began to darken and took upon a more orange color. He adjusted his position as he laid back in the tube and just as its cover began to close, so did his eyes. It didn't take long for the ice to cover his body and his motion stopped. The ship continued to move, entering slip space with no one inside moving, both asleep in icy grasps.
REDLINE SYSTEM – UNDRA – UNKNOWN LOCATION – MARCH 4rd, 2653 – 0100 HOURS.
Everything was dark, his body continued to be dragged against the stone ground. Where was he? He couldn't tell, the last thing he remembered was being in his bed, but no longer. However despite being confused, he had a suspicion of who was dragging him. He felt the feeling of a cold steel chair, his arms became bounded behind. A light could be seen through the bag, and shortly thereafter it was pulled off. The room was dark, a single light above him, the room smelled of rotten flesh, the walls were dented and the ground stained red.
"Brian…" began the voice of a woman whose entire body was obscured by darkness.
"Melinda," Brian replied, breaking the secrecy.
The woman stepped out from the shadows, wearing what appeared to be a blue work suit. "So why did you do it? I thought we had a deal," Melinda spoke sternly.
"You mean the deal you manhandled me into agreeing?" he said, only for Melinda's fist to slam into his face. Brian tilted his head and spat out some blood.
"Always was a dick," he said lowly as he jerked his head back at her.
"You knew what was inside of that Forerunner artifact," he said. "Yet you still sold it off to ONI."
"So what if I did? Better get money from ONI than some cultish insurrectionist for free," he spoke honestly.
Melinda's eyes narrowed. "And I thought we were such good friends, Brian, it seemed money was closer."
"I guess by your loose definition."
Melinda knelt down so she was directly facing him. "Where did the ONI agent go?"
"Well that's a loaded question if I ever saw one," he said with a chuckle. "If you already know, why are you bothering with me?"
Taking a pistol from her side, she looked at it with a disappointed expression. "Brian, Brian. We had a deal and you broke it, so what shall it be? Life of servitude, or your death?"
A spit of blood exploded on her face, she gave winced. "Fuck off psycho," he defiantly spoke.
There was no hesitation as she pulled the pistol on him and gripped the trigger. Brian's head exploded in a parade of gore and the shot rung loud in the small room, leaving a small ringing in the ears. The red stained ground was again covered in blood. She wiped her hand across her face to expel herself of the blood. Melinda walked away and towards the exit, on the other side a man in a similar suit to her own stood waiting with his back against the wall. Outside was much cleaner, but the base was still tattered and damaged from battles, though now abandoned, the group found it a suitable base. "Tis such a waste," she spoke as the door shut automatically behind her.
The man didn't say a word. "Do we have agents in Trevelyan?" she inquired.
"With your command they can move in," the man said.
"First get them to report on what's happening, and then we shall act upon that," she said to him. "We can't let this go to shit."
The man moved away from the wall. "Isn't it crucial that we begin moving faster?"
"It is true, it is getting impatient, but I'd rather not fuck this up."
"The alien is important, we can't lose this one," he said.
Melinda glared with silent daggers. "What are you implying?"
The man folded his arms. "Nothing only that we can't lose another."
She turned away from him, annoyed. "I have things to do, Uldra."
"Hail the Great Purifier," Uldra said as she walked away.
She didn't turn around but replied. "All Hail the Great Purifier… And get someone to clean up that room."
ONIRF TREVELYAN (FORERUNNER DESIGNATION: SHIELD WORLD 006) – MARCH 6th, 2653 – 0800 HOURS
When he arrived at Trevelyan, the Forerunner superstructure, he still couldn't help but look out his window and gawk at its massive size. Once inside a twenty-three centimeter slipspace bubble, it was now in real-space at a massive 2 AU size. The surface of the shield-world could be described as being featureless, devoid of anything, and being chocolate-brown in color. However against the blackness of space, it almost made it seem endless. As he got closer, he was contacted by the shield world occupants telling him where to go and how to enter.
Following multi-colored lights to guide the ship, it was able to land on the surface. While he found it hard to explain, he suddenly felt disoriented as the ship entered and appeared inside a hanger. Everyone felt it when they entered and he had yet to meet someone who didn't get a little wobbly after it. Personally he preferred if there was a standard way of entering and leaving, one that requires no disorientation.
Inside the ship's engines turned off and the ramp fell down. Before he could even reach the back of his ship, ONI scientist in white, arrived with human-controlled sentinels to take the artifact. "There you're," greeted Braddock who arrived with them. Both were part of the newly formed Section Four, a section dedicated to finding artifacts. First time in its short history that anyone had come across an artifact with life signs in it.
"Think it's a Forerunner inside?" Braddock questioned as they tried to catch up with the scientist who were hastily moving it away.
"We can only hope. Would be somewhat disappointing if we find an ancient Sangheili," he said, not trying to bash the Sangheili, but merely knowing that a live Forerunner would be significantly more useful to gather knowledge from. "Then again, a Forerunner could want to kill us, like the Didact, doubt an ancient Sangheili would."
Once they exited the hanger, together with the scientist they walked onto a circular platform with chest high walls on its sides and a small gate. Once everyone was on, one of the scientist interacted with a console and the entrance of the platform closed with a door of hard light. Another marvel of the Forerunners, one the UNSC has been adamant to implement into various pre-existing technologies. Garret could barely feel it as the platform began to move, it was just one of the ways of traveling in Trevelyan, and he preferred it to the teleportation. Always did make him feel nauseas.
He watched as the landscape of Trevelyan moved past him, when they had first found it, the place was practically barren of life outside Halsey and those she was with. Now however, the shield world was run by ONI, and he could even spot Spartan-IV's being trained in a facility nearby. It was so large that even after a hundred years since finding it, there was still places to go and discover. Whole teams dedicated to looking about and accessing any Forerunner terminals they could find.
Though ONI mainly ran Trevelyan, it was still home to various branches of UNSC, such as the Spartan branch. Even some from the UEG body. He didn't blame some officials who hated being here. It was hard to shake off the feeling of being watched with every step. A justified feeling considering ONI, and even with new management, somethings never change. The one time a prisoner got out, Jul 'Mdama managed to go through a portal and escape the shield world. Years following that were an annoyance for those tasked with stopping him.
Looking up, he saw an open blue sky. The shield world was so big, that the world seemed as though being on a planet. When in reality, the other side of the blue sky was more ground. Unlike the Halo installations where looking up revealed the other side of the ring. Personally he liked seeing only blue skies, as giving the illusion of being on a normal planet was better than seeing space. Since taking hold of Trevelyan, ONI began to work with the sentinels and Huragoks to allow it to also rain and give a variety of real world environmental conditions.
In the sky, both human ships and sentinels could be seen flying. Using ships to transport was just one other way. Typically used by those still exploring the surface. Sentinels would either work with ONI or with the Huragoks to maintain the shield world, anywhere that might need it.
The platform slowed to a halt. They arrived at the research facility six. It had been built around a Forerunner building that had been outside of one of the Forerunner cities that littered around the surface. It mixed both Human and Forerunner technology rather than relying purely on the latter. As usual, the white lab coats of scientists flooded the halls, thus waiting was involved. Up three floors, the artifact was brought into a room with many tools and machines in a circle around an open spot.
Garret and Braddock entered the room next to it and up some steps, where a window looked into the room. The agent pressed a button near the window and spoke. "Doctor Forrester, mind if we stay and watch?"
The aging female doctor looked towards the window with the two men on the other side. "It is fine, though I must stress, if there is a Forerunner inside-," she said, her voice muffled somewhat by the glass, but then was cut off by another scientist.
"Dr. Forrester, I manage to detect the faint signs of life inside the artifact, but it doesn't seem to match any known Forerunner signs, in fact it doesn't match anything," the other scientist said as he turned a screen towards the Doctor for her to look. She stood in front of the monitor, observing all of the data. Both ONI agent's found themselves leaning closer to the glass in anticipation.
They began to work, the scientist quickly figured out how to interface with the artifact. It didn't take too long before a connection was able to be made. However it required authorization from Forrester before it would go on, though the AI admitted that working through something Forerunner is considerable easier than in the past.
"Dr. Forrester," spoke the AI, Diana. "I have found various files inside the artifact relating to its contents. Do you wish for me to tell you them?"
Forrester waved her hand, and a grin smile went on her face. "Let's open it up first, send the files to me and I shall go over them shortly. Rather not ruin the surprise."
"Yes, Doctor," the AI replied as they began activating the artifact.
There was a low beeping noise that came from the artifact, and the cogs inside went to work. Mist began to seep from its cracks as the top of the artifact began to shift open down the middle. A cold breeze consumed the air. Myra Forrester stood and leaned forward as the top side of the pod dropped to its sides and locked in. As the mist faded, the person inside was revealed. An alien, one wearing a dark blue skin tight suit with not a single bit of skin showing. Their face obscured by a light blue visor, and a tight hood stretched over it. Tubes could be seen coming out of the helmet.
Based on the shape of the body, it was clear the alien was female, though that was only due to its human-like appearance. Though there was differences such as the lankier form, three-fingered hands, their lower legs which bowed backwards farther than any human and feet with two toes in the front and one in the back side. Despite the suit, all of these features were clearly visible.
"Humanoid, but not human," Forrester spoke.
Garret smirked. "I'll be damned, I found ourselves a new alien, hadn't expected secret option C."
Braddock pressed the button to speak. "Doctor, does this alien look familiar to you at all?"
The scientist shook her head strongly and she peered up and down the alien. "Its leg features remind me almost of a Sangheili, while some body features are more like ourselves…"
"The alien needs the suit to survive, according to the Forerunner records held within the artifact," explained the AI.
However before the AI could explain further, everyone went silent as the being shook softly, their head moving side to side. It was then that Garret looked into the glowing white eyes of the alien. Forrester stepped back as the alien began to lean themselves forward. Braddock briefly touched the pistol on his hip. However the alien made no quick movements but merely began to look around them.
Then it spoke, the light blinking at the chin part of their helmet with each word. While the words were undecipherable, it was clearly a feminine voice coming out, though with being an alien it was hard to be sure, as anything could be possible in something not human. "Diana, can you translate that?" Forrester asked the AI.
"They needs to speak more," spoke the AI, though it continued to make no physical appearance.
Forrester had to do nothing as the alien began to speak a lot as they continued to look around. When they spotted Garret and Braddock, the ONI agents noticed the alien seemingly tense up. Either this was familiar, or the concept was. "Completed, I have deciphered the language, though not complete, it should suffice in getting what she says across," spoke the AI. "Attempt to speak with her."
Forrester met the gaze of the alien, but the alien spoke first. "Do you understand what I am saying?"
"Do you understand me now?" she said, unsure it was working both ways.
"I did from the start, it was you who didn't understand me," the alien spoke in an almost irritated tone. Garret had learned the history of translators that the UNSC had held previously. In the past people had to wait for another to talk as a device recorded it and then spoke back to them in a synthetic voice. Since then however the technology had evolved to the point where the language was being translated in real time with the voice of the speaker.
However, the alien said that she understood them from the start. Was it possible this alien already had come across English speaking humans? If so, that only added to the mystery, as it was unclear when that could have happened, considering her state.
Forrester cocked her eyebrow. "I am sorry but-," she said only to be cut off by the alien pointing at each of them. Her hand still shaking from having just awakened.
"You all look like him," the alien said cryptically.
"I'm Sorry? But you have met a Human's before?"
The alien looked Forrester directly in the eye. "Only one, he called himself the Master Chief."
A thick silence. None of them said anything as the alien continued to observe its rescuers. She had said it, The Master Chief, this unknown alien knew the Chief. Enough such that she knew what Humans looked like. The alien words burned into each of their minds, shrouded in utter confusion. It was all unexpected, the Master Chief's fate was a galaxy-wide mystery that everyone had abandoned, and yet here they were. Hearing an unknown alien say his name.
It was Forrester who was the first to speak. "You said… The Master Chief?"
"You know of him?" she said.
"Know of him?" Forrester said in an almost mocking way. "Everyone knows him, he's been missing for the last one-hundred years."
"One-hundred years?" the alien spoke in confusion.
Garret and Braddock merely exchanged glances and this time it was Garret who spoke. "Let's take it a step back," he said, his voice trembling lightly. "What are you, and how do you know the Chief?"
The alien looked towards the glass, knowing it was one of the human's behind it that spoke. Once again her eyes met Garrets. "My name is Sheni'Yofal vas Nora, I'm a Quarian, and the Master Chief saved my life… All of our lives."
Okay, so I got this out! I hope you guy's enjoyed it! Like I said in the start, not really any action. This chapter is setting things up. I have the next six or so chapters planned out, so I have a clear idea of what each chapter entails. This ensures I don't keep writing for the sake of writing. Come back next Monday for the next chapter! Which Is in the works, but even when it's done, I will need to go back over it. This chapter was supposed to come out days ago but I kept looking over it and changing and adding to it.
However if there is anything else, mistakes I made, please tell me. I don't have a beta writer, so I am looking over it myself. Meaning I may not pick up on an issue.
Anyway, thanks for reading and have a good day or night! :)
