Everything has an end, but every end has a new beginning.

This fanfiction may coincide with some of the events of myetel's "Spirit of _" fanfictions. It is up to the reviewers how far the story will go; it may not make it as far as those events… so review, feedback is appreciated!

The main character is born on Joab, a human colony planet with eezo deposits.

I did do research, but correct me if I make mistakes on the history, facts, etc.

Cameo appearances by some of myetel's characters might occur in future chapters.

Universal events will also coincide with myetel's, as this is a point of view story, told from the position of a "grunt"…

Al, Joab, Rosetta Nebula

Al was always lonely in grade school on Joab, but he didn't mind. His mind kept him company better than all the superstitious kids around him. He had already tested out of his age groups' xenobiology courses and was three years ahead in it as a result. It was the same with electronics, applied mechanics and physics. This way, Alonzo could be well on his way to doing his dream job earlier. His dream job… Al still didn't know what he wanted to be when he grew up, and it frustrated him.

When he got frustrated, weird things happened around him; he didn't know how these things happened, and it only made him more frustrated. Once towards the end of his graduating year, in the counsellor's office of his high school, he pushed the counsellor's heavy desk about a metre across the floor without touching it. Desks sometimes lifted or rattled and shifted minutely when he was doing badly on exams. He was just different…

Al, Helyme, Crescent Nebula, 2184

Al got headaches sometimes, for no reason, and they usually subsided quickly after a minute or two. He had always wondered what caused them, but the medical facility in his town didn't have the equipment and he had no credits to pay with, anyway. So he continued classes ahead of his grade, and graduated from high school two years early.

Al took his first full-time job, at age 16, as a mining engineer. He was in charge of a unit of robo-miners on the surface of Helyme, mining eezo. As amazing as the oceans and mountains looked, Alonzo knew there was no way he'd set foot on that planet due to the radiation hazard. The Illium corporations which control most of the planet made sure their employees knew about the hazard before starting work, in the extensive contract each employee signed prior to starting. As such, all workers were stationed either on orbital platforms, doing remote mining, or in heavy bunkers on the surface of Helyme, doing maintenance and repairs on the mining equipment. He was unlucky and had to do bunker rotation first.

Five months into his rotation on the planet, everyone in the bunker he was staying, including him, began to get stir-crazy. The worst instances were the alcohol induced brawls that most of the crew got into a least one night a week. Alonzo was getting tired of them, but didn't want to attract any attention to himself. So he often busied himself working out, prepping for the next work shift, or watching vids, while slumped away from the raucous sounds down the hall. One night, one of the more crazy-eyed drunk men slouching down the hall saw Alonzo through the open door, sitting at his work console coding the mechs, and slurred into the room at him.

"Hey! What-cha think yur dooin' Gonzo? Geroff yur ass an' have shum fun!" The drunk worker stumbled over to Al and clapped his hand down on his shoulder. "We got shum exter booze fer yoo too!"

"Don't touch me. Go away." Al murmured, shrugging off the hand. He had a headache now, from all the work stress combined with his anger at the partiers.

"What wash tat? I DIDN'T HEAR YA!" The man yelled into his ear. The alcohol rolled off his breath and Al blanched a little. He didn't like that smell at all. It reminded him of home. A blue haze appeared around the edge of Al's vision.

"I said don't TOUCH me!" Al whirled around, a fist following his body's turn. He punched the other man square in the face, with a heavy THOOM sound accompanying the contact. The man flew across the room and into the hall, head colliding with the far wall with a crunch. Al looked down at his closed fist, then jerked his head back in shock. It was pulsing with a cloudy blue haze. "What the f-"

"What's going on here?" The crew manager poked his head around the edge of the door, and continued, "Tell me what you did to Davis!" He glanced back toward the crumpled body lying face down in the hallway, and looked back, noticing the quickly fading blue tinges around Al's eyes and hand. "You're fired."

"What?"

The boss, named Kenson, pointed at the dead man, and stated, "Don't know if you can tell, but you just killed Davis. Time for you to leave. Pack up your stuff, you're on the first shuttle out of here."

"What? But-"

"We have no room for a biotic in our company. You could find a spot in the Alliance Military probably, but you're finished here. You get two weeks termination pay as required, starting today." He looked back at Davis' body. "You're lucky you're so young and that he was a terrible worker. I'm not going to get you put in jail, but I will give the police a call. They'll probably do a psych test and get you doing charity work or something. I should also call the hospital services to come down and take a look at Davis. Maybe he isn't dead after all…"

"Wait, how could I be biotic? I thought only asari were biotic..."

"Well, where did you grow up?" Kenson asked. "If the planet had eezo on it, there's a chance your mother was exposed to it while pregnant. That's the way humans get biotic powers."

"I grew up on Joab, in a town outside the capital."

"That sounds about right. I remember from the company database that Joab has a trace of eezo on its surface, so that could be it…"