Hello everyone! I know I'm doing another one. But this will be a good one. I promise. So I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Mass Effect and any affiliation is owned by Bioware and is in fact not mine. Bioware yes. Mine no. Though I wish it was because I would make Miranda able to be romanced by fem!shep. My ideas, my grammar mistakes, my OCs.
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A loud thump followed by a sting of swearing permeated the room. Green eyes opened to see a metal ceiling.
"What the..? Where..?"
I sat up slowly and grabbed for my glasses. Snatching up the black rimmed glasses I shoved them on and got up goose bumps breaking out over my skin. I looked around confusion setting in.
A foot locker sat at the end of a twin bed. A holo type screen hung on the wall. No windows. No decorations. No other furniture. A single door.
"Hello? Hey. Is anyone out there?" I yelled hitting on the door with my fist.
I turned my head and pressed my ear against the cool metal. There was no sound at all coming from the other side. Pushing away from the door I looked around again. No form of communication.
"So I'm either being held captive or… Mom went off the deep end and sent me to the Military."
Pacing over to the foot locker I crouched down and opened the top.
"Three black shirts. Three white shirts. Five pairs of dark pants. Socks black. Underclothes… Well shit mom went off the deep end."
Going ahead and changing into the only cargo jeans and a black shirt. Grabbing a pair of socks I took a seat on the bed and frowned. Questions flew through my mind. How did I get here? Where is here? When did I get here? What is here? Why am I here? What happened and why did it happen?
Shaking my head I pulled on the socks. Just as I placed my foot back on the floor the door opened. Looking up I jumped to my feet.
"Whoa wait a moment. What the full hell is going on? You're not real. You're from a video game."
Miranda raised an eyebrow her cobalt blue eyes looking me up and down. I shifted slightly my feet sliding into a defensive stance. She smirked slightly and walked into the room the door closing behind her.
"You showed up out of nowhere, with no identification I might add, cause a disruption in the middle of the Presidium Commons, throw C-Sec officers around like they're dolls, trash several buildings including the Embassy offices before you were taken down and you say I'm from a video game."
"Yeah video game called Mass Effect 2… Wait I did what? No there's got to be some mistake. Presidium Commons? That's on the Citadel. And in a. Video. Game."
I watched as she leaned back her hip cocking to the side. I pushed my bangs out of my face.
"Why are you wearing glasses?"
My brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"
She waved at my face with one hand. "The glasses. Your parents should have gotten you corrective surgery when you were born. No one wears glasses now unless it has holo-information."
"Look I don't know what's going on and this is a really funny joke but I have to wake up or you're gonna have to tell who ever started this that it was a great joke but I'm done playing."
I started to walk around her just to be lifted off the ground and thrown back into the wall. The all the air left my lungs in a huff as I slid to the floor. She walked over and crouched down getting her face level with mine as I fought to put fresh oxygen into my lungs.
"Cerberus has pulled almost every string to get you out of here. I plan to get you out of here." She stood and took a step back. "You can leave here as you are or in a body bag it makes no difference to me or Cerberus."
I got to my feet leaning back against the wall. The wall was solid and the biotic toss was real. That could only conclude that I was indeed awake and I was on the Citadel with Miranda Lawson standing in front of me.
"I'll go with you but I have conditions that go along with it."
She shook her head and rubbed her temples. "Fine. What is it?"
"I don't know if I have biotics so I want to be tested for it. If I don't have biotics I want the L5 implants for all the biotic abilities."
Her brows furrowed in confusion. "There's no way to control that many abilities at once. It would be suicide."
"Then you have no need for me any longer unless it works. Second condition is that I want the up to date training in hand-to-hand combat and weapons training. Thirdly I need all the historical information that has happened since December 4th 2013. Fourth if I have fully functional biotics, hand-to-hand, and weapons training I want to design my own equipment, armor, and accessories. Finally I need to know today's date and a pair of shoes."
Miranda raised an eyebrow her arms crossing over her chest. "You ask for a lot. How do we know that you won't turn on us or if you're any value to Cerberus?"
I took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, a habit it picked up while playing as an Infiltrator on Mass Effect 2 when I got nervous, upset, or was ready to take a shot. Those blue eyes were fixed on me almost like I was an impossible puzzle she was trying to figure out.
"I have no allegiance to Cerberus or to the Alliance. If this isn't a video game, Humanity and the rest of the Galaxy is on the edge of its destruction just like the Protheans were fifty some odd thousand years ago. If this is real I have nothing left to lose if I do this because everyone I knew has been dead for over a hundred years. So will the Illusive Man have a deal or not?"
My words not only shocked the Operative in front of me but myself. Everyone was dead and somehow I was transported into a game or the future or an Alternate World with only the fact that if I didn't help people who could be spared would be killed by the Reapers. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
"Fine. We'll see what we can do." Miranda turned and walked to the door and stopped when it slid open before turning to look back.
I watched her silently. I knew she was thinking about Oriana by the way her eyes darkened and her brows furrowed slightly. She finally looked at me.
"Whoever you were before you showed up… I hope that you can put that part of you aside when shots start firing. The date on Earth, by the way, is March 10th 2180 CE."
With that she turned and left before I could say anything. I took a seat on the edge of the footlocker my fists clenched tightly at my sides. I couldn't morn for my family and friends. That would have to come later because if I knew the games and my college criminal justice classes, and I know them full well, that the Illusive Man wouldn't pass up and opportunity as to place as many biotics into one person as possible. Investing four billion credits on Shepard in five years he can invest at least two million on what I had been planning from the first time I started playing the games.
Who I was died the day I walked out of the C-Sec holding facility. When I got onto the shuttle to go to a Cerberus base Charlie Slater was born.
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Thank you for reading the first segment of FTF and I hope you will REVIEW because I live off of criticism and water. Until next time…
-DCG
