Hello readers, Sweetness here. I'm proud to announce my new Mass Effect story; Mass Effect: Ghost Recon. NOT A CROSS-OVER. It's about the Multiplayer side of ME 3.


Geth

Geth Infiltrator {somewhere in the 250 millions}

Platform designation: Geth.

Current objective: Assist fellow Creator, Krogan, and Human in a black operation.

Weapons: Javelin X Sniper Rifle with extended barrel V and concentration mod V, Geth Pulse Rifle X, extended magazine.


Krogan

My name is Abbadon Purge, from Arlakh Company. And I bet you're thinking, "Why is a krogan trying to be a ninja?" Think is I like action, and being stealthy mean of you get spotted, *evil chuckle* That's when the fun starts. Command says Cerberus has plans for a new ship design: Titan, and we're gonna steal it.

My guns are the SAR (Striker Assault Rifle) X with extended barrel V and the stability dampener V, and the Paladin X with melee stunner V and extended barrel V.


Sonya'Zorah

A Titan class vessel? Now I have been a EVE online member since I was 15 years old (While on Pilgrimage I was limited to an hour a day instead of my usual 3 hours). I a proud Gallente player, though most of the Quarians favor Minmater for their duck-tape and good wishes look (like the Flotilla) and speed factor. I am a high enough level that I'm able to purchase the capital ships. :3

My twin sister, Tali, is the serious of the two. You know the sides of a brain; creative and logical, I'm the creative side. Making people laugh, that kind of thing. When I heard about my sister's trial, I knew it was fake. My sister doesn't swing that way. But...

*flashback*

"Tali! It's good... what happened?" I noticed my sister was sobbing, and that only happens when something bad went down.

"(While sobbing) Father... he's dead." I froze.

"... How?" I croaked, first mom, now dad... hopefully not Tali. She showed me a video that had Pops with 2 other scientists discussing how to get our home-world back, dad's idea sucked. We held each other for sometime, after Tali calmed down and left with a parting wave.

Why would he do that? It just isn't right, well, I got on my Alienware terminal (they make the best gaming hardware) that was one of the few things I purchased with my PRM (Pilgrimage Reward Money), and logged on to EVE, just to mull this over.

*End flashback*

Anyway, my guns are the Disciple X shotgun with smart choke V and high caliber barrel V. the geth SMG with extended barrel V and extended mags V.


Ermac Hitler

Being the descendant of the 20th century's most hated dictator really has given me a hard time in life. To toughen myself up, I applied for the N7 program (kinda like the Waffen SS), and mein Gott, it felt as if I was in Auschwitz. The Alliance was similar to the FFL (French Foreign Legion) in terms of racial flexibility, and everyone there makes me feel like I'm not welcome. I managed to pass the program with flying colors, and a few people actually respected me. Not that I don't like it, but it is good to know you're not, "Campus's most hated".

*Flashback*

I'm in the locker room, graduation passed already so I'm getting my stuff to leave. I got my armored boots, trench coat, stetson h-*slam!* Ow! The locker hit my arm none-to-kindly, which means one thing.

"If it isn't the Nazi." Said Patrick, the jock of the class, he's considered the wildest of us, and he managed to gather a 20 strong posse to... probably kill me? *shrugs*

"Then who is?" I say. He answers me with a strong back-hand, but my feet stayed in place.

"You!" Snapped Patrick, clearly fed up with my witty responses. :3

"Why are you all here?" I ask while noticing the entire posse wearing full sets of Century's Martial Arts P2 armor or martial armor with fencing masks. And Patrick, Batarian blade armor...

"You see, we been been sparring together all these months, and everyone here knows you don't have the juice for a knock-down-drag-out fight. So facing you the question is not, Can we beat you?, it's really, how long can you last?."

... Wow. They do not want me to leave here without a "proper goodbye". Well I got back the feeling in my arm so I'll try to make an escape path. {fighting style is Batman's from arkam city} 2 guys charged, I punched one and countered the other by deflecting the punch and broke his nose with a palm thrust, then waited. The guy I punched recovered and came at me with a flying kick, I grabbed him, brought him down, then stomped on his forehead, 2 down, 19 left.

-insert epic fight scene here-

It took forever, but I finally KO'd every posse member.

"Hey!" Said Patrick, his voice was getting deeper for some reason... probably because I creamed his gang while earning style points.

"Human." It sounded like he was speaking in my ear.

"Okay, this will be fun." Patrick then charged me. I prepared to count-*SLAM*

"*Screams in pain* What the HELL!" Some guy grabbed me, and shoved my head at the wall. Pain.

"I advise using less strength, you were 10 pounds away from causing a depressed skull fracture." The GI stated. {voiced by Steve Blum}


Sonya

"Let me see that... oooo, this is bad." I said. The back of his head looked swollen and purple, with lines of blood creeping down his neck. I reached into my ILBE (Improved Load Bearing Equipment) backpack and pulled out a cryo-bag and gave it to the krogan. "Smash this."

"Wouldn't medi-gel work? *glass shattering*" He asks.

"No, medi-gel only works on cuts, scratches, blade attacks, anything that makes the skin open and bleed. Thanks." The bag was now glowing bright blue and steaming, it had 2 rubber-flex bands: one to the forehead, the other where his mustache would be. It was a tight fit, so it won't shuffle around when he moves.

"Oh yeah command's hailing us." Said the bipedal turtle.

"*sighs in relief* Put 'em through." Went the human; our CO (Commanding Officer). The geth placed a disk thingy on the floor, it powered up, showing a hologram of a human in his dress blues.

"Fleet Admiral Hacket." He greeted.

"Ermac. It looks as though the QEC-P (Quantum Entanglement Communicator - Pocket) is working. *raises eyebrow in confusion* The hell happened to your face?"

*points thumb at krogan*

"Ah. Look here... Purge was it?"

"Eeyup. From clan Abaddon: Known for their incredible soldiers and vanguards."

"Anyway I formed this team because you 4 are the 2nd best this galaxy has vs. the reapers." Praised Hackett.

"Who is the greatest?" Ermac asked.

"*with annoyed face* Shepard has them." How he said it and his expression made us all laugh.


Hackett

"Now the Alliance and Council have agreed to have you guys test out weapons in the beta stage, then give feedback on how it preforms in battle. Also we are having you do geth level missions, if you will." I gestured the geth to elaborate.

""Fear is an organic emotion that reduces performance in combat. Geth do not have such weaknesses." {AKA Platinum difficulty}

"So basically what we do requires extreme skill, guts, and luck of the Irish?" Asked Ermac.

"Affirmative."

"So the aircraft your in is LAAT-BO (Low Altitude Assault Transport - Black Ops). The 1st plane to be totally silent. Who knows about Star Wars?" Ermac an Sonya raised their hands.

"Nerd alert." Purge joked. They glare at him. *chuckles*

"The republic gunship right?" Sonya guessed.

"Right. But all black, 2 laser turrets up front, one in the rear, just behind the cockpit are 14 retractable AA missiles, 2 cannons under each wing, which have flaps to increase maneuverability... smaller than the regular transport: only 1 pilot."

"... That is a lot of guns. What's our 1st mission." Purge was curious.

"The Alliance intercepted a message from TIM to a base you will be raiding.

Doctor Richtofen

Remember when Shepard tried to steal the prothean data on Mars? In case that were to happen I downloaded a copy of it. My science team studied the data, a blue print for a super-weapon they say. It's size is similar to the citadel in lock-down, I want you to build a warship with these design specs. Your knowledge in Group 935 will help this project greatly.

"Group 93-... no." Ermac went pale.

"Know this guy?" I ask.

"... I tell you when there's more time." He answered.

"Alright. Good luck."

F*** the Irish. We have ammo." Went Abaddon. We all laughed.


There are spelling errors. What do you think?