Hello. I am new to this Mass Effect fan fiction writing, but if it is like anyother fanfiction community, I suspect tons of shipping between characters. There is nothing wrong with that. Its just not my cup of tea. This is an entirely different story that takes place in the Mass Effect Universe. I haven't decided when it will take placesimply because I am not sure what happens after the end of Mass Effect 3. I will pull up referencing from the game to back up a dynamic or feature in the story.

Also, there will be appearances from other characters including the crew of the Normandy. As I already stated, I am sort of deliberating with myself when this will take place. I'm sort of torn between having it set between Mass Effect 1 and 2 or placing it after or during Mass Effect 2. There are many plot elements that I want to explore that I suspect Bioware won't in the series. I promise not to intersect with the main storline too much. If and when my characters meet the Normandy crew, they will not overshadow them in anyway since it wouldn't make sense for the biggest badasses in the galaxy to be unimpactful or more impactful than anybody else.

To read this and understand this, you have to recall a full Paragon Shepard with the Colonist/War Hero background. He saved the council and pretty much did every mission that was available in Mass Effect 1 and "maybe" 2. Trust me, I will make some small details relevant. Enjoy.


The Renegade Hope

"Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert! Intruder Alert!"

He stirred to the sound of speakers blaring. His eyes fluttered and scanned his surroundings trying to identify his location which was hued by an ominous red siren He was in a lab judging by the copious amount of technology. More specifically, he was in a tube of unidentifiable fluid. He couldn't move. He couldn't even bat an eyelash. The only part of his body that he was in control of was his eyes.

'Well this can't get any worse,' he mused to himself.

Before he could finish his thought, a door opened while a woman, covering her face and shielding herself, quickly scurried through them while the two other men, wearing no standard armor, opened fire covering her.

"Close the do-. " Before he could finish his demand, gunfire blasted the side of his face. Blood spewed out everywhere while his lifeless body collapsed to the ground.

His partner quickly closed the door, locked and sealed it shut, and then callously turned away from the downed man while shifting his attention to the female. The woman, not as unrepentant as he, quickly scurried over to the fallen soldier.

"Jon," she shrieked as she ran towards his corpse. Her cerulean eyes were beginning to flood with tears. She fell to her knees and her hands covered her face. The man in the tube couldn't get a glance of her face and only saw her golden long hair. Her other escort was apathetic towards her sniveling, and his cold dark eyes marveled at the essence of the tube.

"Hey, Doc," the man remarked while sporting a sly grin. "The lab rat is awake."

'I already hate this man.'

The woman wiped away her tears, turned on her heel, and walked towards the luminescent blue tube. Her piercing sky blue eyes gained a new aura of determination and met the eyes of the tube prisoner.

"Soldier," she chillingly stated, while typing diligently on the computer. "Get X's armor and weapon out of the vault."

'X? Am I X? Wait a minute, who in the hell am I? What the hell is going on? And who in the hell are these people? What the fuck happened to me?'

The soldier did as he was told without question, and immediately headed to the capsule-like pod. He inserted some sort of code, and a white armor emerged from the capsule. The confused man quickly scanned the capsule for anything that may be considered a weapon, but it was to no avail.

"Where is his weapon?"

"It should be on the armor's hilt," the scientist quipped back without even diverting her attention from her work.

The belligerent soldier glanced at the armor hilt, and a look of ire fell on his face.

"I know that you did not equip him with a Biotic Blade. I must be going crazy from too many concussive shots to the head and must be imagining that his weapon is an archaic devise. An artifact from those fanatics who thought it would be cool to bring a knife to a gunfight is the weapon of our savior?"

"He doesn't need a gun, and it would be inefficient for him to handle one since he never had weapons training. That sword," she pointed at the man in the tube, "Is the only weapon suitable for a man such as him. It was the Illusive Man's idea to give him a weapon of regal standing."

"Ever the romantic," the soldier responded while preparing the armor for wear. "Let's see if this 'Being of Mass Destruction' annihilates those batarian pirates and wasn't a colossal waste of time as the Illusive Man suspected."

"Well he goes nothing," the scientist closed her eyes as if she were praying. She pressed one final button.

The fluid began to drain as X began to descend to the floor. The constraining fluid disappeared as X gained his other 4 senses back. What would have been an empowering moment was shattered when the now released super soldier fell to his knees and began to regurgitate the blue fluid from his body. The scientist and the soldier just looked at the sickly man.

"Well," the man paused and readied his gun. "We're screwed."

The scientist obviously wasn't amused.

"Max, guard the door and make sure no batarian enters this room," she shooed him off and then sat next to her creation. She rubbed his back and caressed him as if a mother would an infant.

"Look," she began to plead. "I know the circumstances are dire for you, and judging from your cognitive awareness and your CAT scans, Cerberus never got to implement you with a control device. That means you still have your free will. So I beg of you. Help us. X, we need you."

'Bitch, fuck you. I don't even know what I am, who I am, and you want me to help you? I don't even know what I look like. Shit, I don't even know who you are. You and whoever else did this to me can rot for all I care.'

When he stopped upchucking fluid, he was about to utter his thoughts to her, and then his eyes met her illustrious blue irises. They were as tranquil and as clear as the sea. He could even see his reflection in them. She was gorgeous. Extravagant. She was beautiful. The kneeling subject sat up before he could get further lost in her mesmerizing gaze. He coughed up the last remains of the blue fluid.

"I'll help."


The scientist quickly fastened her creation in the suit of armor. She then started to quickly report on all of X's supposed abilities.

"In theory, you should be able to reach blistering speeds at a moment's notice without shattering your bones due to your reinforced bone marrow. Think of it as 'Godspeed.' There is not enough time to explain how this is possible, or how we did it. I also can't explain how you can make it work. That's up to you," she fastened the last piece of the armor. "Your armor should be able to detect enemy movement for you at will and release the necessary hormones in your body in a battle. It has night vision, heat sensors, and biotic detectors. It also has sensor tampering device that prevents you from being detected from all of those things that I just mentioned. It will be a valuable asset to you. Right now, I'm calibrating the suit to your psyche so that it will shift to your needs. It will also give you, and only you, the ability to turn on your blade. Your blade has, what we call, Smart Tech. It will come back to you if it is separated from you and no one else will be able to wield it. Any questions?"

"What is your name?"

Bewildered by his inquiry, the woman raised an eyebrow.

"It's Felicia. Dr. Felicia Harding"

"Now that you two are acquainted with one another," Max interrupted. "I think our batarian mates have been busy trying to hack the door open."

Felicia narrowed her eyes.

"That's odd," she pondered. "They're slavers. Not engineers. Unless they have a tactical squad, I don't see why didn't they just take out the power generators?"

Suddenly, the whole entire room went dark.

"Any other brilliant suggestions, Doc?" Max's voice was dripping with contempt.

"Stand back," X's voice was suddenly appeared from right behind Max. "Explain the situation to me."

"Christ!" Max jumped, "Where did you come from?"

The woman was astonished with how quick X has adapted to his abilities. She nodded in approval trying to hide her glee that her project was a success. She quickly scurried to the security module and unveiled her omni-tool.

"They're slavers who captured the rest of our team. We suspect that they want us alive since we are no good to them dead." The scientist interrupted as she started tampering with a control panel. "I'm not much of a hacker, but I'll see if I can get the back-up power generators on and running."

"I'll be your support if you need it, rookie," Max inputted as he cocked his gun.

"I won't need it."


Ten batarian pirates awaited in the dark while their brethren scout team surreptitiously crept up to the sealed door. The scout team was at least 80 meters ahead of the backup squad. They were in a long narrow corridor.

"How many humans are in there?" asked one of them while cocking his newly obtained M-8 Avenger.

"There should be two. I scoped one worthless human before the doors shut," the other responded while looking down the scope of his Lightning Strike Sniper Rifle.

"Just two humans?" Another chuckled with his Executioner shotgun on tow, "This will be fun."

"One was a female human," one inserted while cocking his Terminator Assault Rifle.

"A human female you say?" Shotgun wielding batarian pondered. "I got dibs on making her my personal slave. I remember the last one I had escaped because those damn humans let them free." [ref. Talitha]

"Shh, they opened the door. Turn on all of your sensors."

The Batarian back up cocked their weapons and aimed towards the entrance. They watched as their scout team entered the room.

"So far, so good."

Suddenly, a blue triangular shape figure appeared in the shadows. The bewildered recon team immediately opened fire, but it was only one quick burst. Before anybody in the recon team could get off two shots, the enigma quickly cleaved off the heads of all the squad members.

"What the hell was that?" exclaimed the M-18 Avenger owning batarian.

"It's dead," the sniper caught the shadow in his sights, and let off a shot. Right before he pulled a trigger, the mysterious being disappeared before his very eyes.

The astonished batarian frantically looked around for the enemy. "Where did he GAHH"

He couldn't finish his sentence because his body was being divided in half. His comrades watched as their comrade's blood sprayed all over them. The assault rifle owner caught a glimpse of the assailant and fired from the hip, but just like before the ripper disappeared in a blink of an eye. Within that very instant of realization, the pirate started to panic, but before he could so much as to whimper, he was quickly beheaded in front of his peers.

The remaining 8 of them stood in awe staring at a murderous enigmatic killer covered in their brothers' blood hovered over their corpses. In a matter of seconds, this thing slaughtered a whole squad of ten and then dashed the length of an entire football field to kill 2 more. What was this monster?

"2 down," they heard the atrocity utter. His soulless words struck fear in their bodies. You could hear the trembling of one unfortunate soul. They were frozen in freight as the ominous figure stood there as his blue sword illuminated the area. His bloodlust tainted the air around him, and his onlookers projected morbid grimace on their faces.

"I can't die here…," one of the pirates uttered and began to his first bound of retreating. Just as his first step towards freedom touched the ground, he felt a disconcerting hand on top of his head. The fearful batarian's eyes shifted upwards, and saw the abomination soaring above him with its hand clutched on his forehead. The attack was so sudden that the victim didn't even have the time to let out one final gasp before the warrior's blade sliced clean across his neck. The monster held on to the now bisected head of its victim, and then threw away with no regard. This thing had no mercy for them. The remaining 7 quickly came to that conclusion.

The shotgun wielding batarian gulped or what would seem to be one as the ominous presence was now arms length away. He quickly readjusted and pointed his weapon at the beast; but in one motion, it quickly sliced off the batarian's arms and legs. A blood curdling scream exited the 4 eyed pirate's lungs.


Agonizing screams piped through their communications unit. The 3 batarians that were assigned to watch over the captives listened in on the slaughter of their fellow shipmates. A cold shiver overcame their spines, and there was nothing but silences between them while the sounds of their fallen mates filled the room. Suddenly, there was nothing, but silence. No gunfire. No grunts. There was just an unnerving dead silence.

"What do we do?" One frantically asked. "Balak didn't say anything about this."[Reference, Bring Down the Sky]

"How am I supposed to know?" the other objected in the usual batarian gruff, deep voice. "I just thought we were assigned to take out one splinter group. I had no idea that we would deal with this."

"Screw this," the other declared. "I am sick of doing Balak's dirty work. I don't even like the bastard."

"Then why follow him?"

The batarians quickly turned their guns at the unusual intruder. It was wearing a white armor covered with batarian blood. His face was concealed, but knowing who owned the area, it was probably human.

"Who are you?" the batarian asked.

"All you should know that your comrades tried pointing a gun on me as well," he tilted his head in a quirky manner while clenching his weapon. "There corpses are still fresh from the slaughter."

The batarians glanced at one another, and then wisely lowered their weapons.

"Look," one responded. "We did not want to do this. We thought that this was just another slave run. We had no idea that we were attacking a Cerberus facility."

"Yes," he shrugged. "There is nothing wrong with attacking, kidnapping, and enslaving innocent people."

"Human," the batarian pleaded. "There is no need for this to turn ugly."

"It's too late for diplomacy," the enigmatic warrior unsheathed his weapon and got into his battle stance. "And it's already too late for your forgiveness. I'll make this quick."

"Stop," an outside voice called. Just as the one syllable command ended, X's blade was already at the batarian's throat. His on looking brothers were pointing at where the blade wielder was a second ago. A man with an assault rifle pointed at the pirates entered the room first, and then a woman followed behind him.

"We don't need any more senseless bloodshed," she declared while clasping her hands together. "Both sides lost people, and there doesn't need to be anymore. We will allow the remaining few of you to leave unscathed if you leave us alone."

"Deal," the one facing his impending demise quickly responded while nodding his head. Then he turned to his fellow shipmates. "Release the hostages."


There was a great deal of shuffling after the invasion ended. A few engineers were trying to get the main power generators back up while the medics healed the injured. Many wanted to thank their savior, but he was busy washing his own troubles away with the sweet poisonous drink.

"Barkeep, hit me, again!"

The bartender quickly stirred up some liquids and poured them into the glass. He slid the filled glass down the bar towards the recipient, and it was quickly gloved. Almost simultaneously, the glass was quickly exhaled as soon as his hands grasped it the cold drink. He, then promptly, slammed the, now empty, glass on the bar.

"Another," he demanded with a drunken slur in his word.

"X."

The drowsy drunk turned towards where the voice was coming from. It was Felicia, and seemed to be amused by her creation's way of relieving stress. She chuckled as she sauntered over towards him, and sat next to him.

"What's so funny?" he pondered with a bit of a daze in his voice.

"You are," she retorted with a luminescent blush in her cheeks. She scanned through her omni-pad as the drunken man, unknowingly to her, stared into her eyes. The man was lost in her beautiful eyes. He slowly leaned towards her as her eyes were too fiercely focused on the device to notice his advances. Just as she turned to him, he was already nose to nose with her. She could smell the liquor from his breath, and her alerted eyes bore into his drowsy ones. Her face was red all over, and she began to stutter.

"Umm," her eyes shifted away from his. "What are…you doing?"

The man gazed in her eyes for a second. He soon pressed his lips on her delicate lips. She tried to recoil away, but it was to no avail. Instead of putting a stop to the embrace, she welcomed it as a tingling sensation jolted through her body. She readjusted herself and instinctively tilted his head downward to allow the kiss to sink in deeper as she lost herself in temptation. The drunken man pulled her closer to his chest, and felt her heart bursting through her chest. The barkeep, who had been the only spectator to this whole event, was completely astonished. As his lips pried away from her lingering lips, she placed a hand on his chest.

The euphoric moment quickly came to a halt as the stammering man threw up all over the floor. Both Felicia and the barkeep were shocked by this sudden turn of events. When he relieved himself all over the floor, he turned towards the barkeeper.

"Another," he yelled out as he stumbled on the floor.

The barkeep and Felicia just glanced at one another, and then looked down on the passed out mess on the floor.

Finally, the bartender burst into laughter as Felicia meekly twiddled her fingers trying to recollect everything that just happened.

"Man," the barkeep held his sides as he laughed out boisterously. "He is going to be a hoot!"


I had an idea of letting you choose the outcome of certain events. Like letting you kill or being merciful to a victim. I thought that I'll let you decide in later chapters, but I am not going to be as diverse as the game. If you choose a negative outcome, you won't be able to go back into being a good guy. The same could be said about choosing the opposite outcome. Just saying. I don't have to fucking please you people.

Thanks for reading. Please review and if you have ideas for me, please send me a message. I'll be happy to read them.