Hey guys I'm redkiller and this is my first story so don't hate it ok. Now before you read the story a few key facts i feel i must state need to be said. First the only thing i won from the game are my ideas in the story. Secondly, the plotline of the story will start near the middle of the first ME and end shortly after the third. Finally please support this story if you like it and leave helpful tips and criticism in the reviews
Thank you, now please enjoy
P.S The bold text represent the thoughts of the charater
On an asteroid In the Serpent Nebula was an ancient and undiscovered Prothean ruin. This ruin was the last Prothean research station that was fully intact. The reason it stayed that way was because there were no official records of a Prothean research base in the system, and it also helped that it would take hours to reach the station in FTL speeds. When the reapers came to harvest this cycles races, the reapers literally flew over the base and didn't give it a second glance. When the citadel sent a signal for reinforcements, all but one of the scientists left to defend the citadel. This lone scientist prepared the stasis pods for when his fellow Protheans come back from the battle on the citadel, and prepared the experiments and projects for freezing until they woke in the next cycle.
"Jalean, this is head researcher Calund, we are in route to station Illos, the Citadel has been lost, have you prepared the stasis pods?" the comm. system near Jalean sounded coming online with the head researchers voice on the line, it was ridden with static.
"I read you, head researcher, the pods are ready and the projects are frozen" Jalean speaks through the comm. System, "what is the status of the rest of our people" Jalean adds.
"The last of our fleets our scrambled all around the galaxy, we were barely able to delete the information on Illos and we-" the comms. went to complete static. Jalean attempted to find the signal again, but to no avail. He then did a scan of the system, but turned up with nothing but reaper signatures. Jalean slumped in his chair, Their gone, all of them.
Jalean realized he was going into shock but stopped himself. No, I cant do that, our peoples legacy must continue. Jalean stood from his chair and set the VI to open the stasis pods when the reapers disappeared. Jalean Kalovan walked numbly to the stasis room and stepped into his pod.
"Station Illos is now entering code red protocol, all hands please report to your designated stasis pods" the stations VI sounded from the loud speaker. As his pods cover sealed over him, a reaper sounded a cry of victory that pierced the station's sound proof walls, you haven't won yet you stupid machine.
"Security officer Kalovan please awaken and step out of your pod" the stations Vi, Salvation, sounded through the speakers inside Jaleans pod. As the cover over the pod Jaleans four amber eyes opened and he stepped out of the pod. His first steps were weak and he fell to the floor and landed on his hands and feet. What happened ? Why aren't the others waking. Then realization hit him hard like a bullet to his heart, pain consumed him as he remembered the final moments before entering his pod. Regaining control of himself, he stood.
"How many years has it been, Salvation?" Jalean asks the stations VI.
"Unknown, the st-station lost power for an undetermined amount of ti-time" It responded, its voice glitching and repeating. "This unit requires a manual restart of the eezo reactor in order to re-regain control of the st-station."
Of course always something ,Jalean walked to the door and waited for it to open automatically, but it did not. Maybe their isn't enough power, better get to the reactor room before more systems shutdown. Jalean put his hands in to the seam in between the two parts of the door and pushed them apart with all his strength. Grunting from the effort, the door slowly slid open. Jalean put his his arms on his legs and bent down, trying to catch his breath. After a few seconds, he stood up and walked down the narrow hallway, passing the doors that served, no used to serve as the scientists living quarters. Jalean brushed his hand across each ones name tag remembering there lives in his own way. When he reached his door he opened it to retrieve the only thing he wanted from this place, his memory shard. Picking it up and holding it in his hand, he willed it to activate. Then suddenly he wasn't on station Illos, in the dark and dim room or in a galaxy were he was last of his kind. He was in a small village centered in a grassy plain, the smell of fresh cut grass and the movement of the wind eased Jalean. Children of his people ran around freely and not worrying about war or anything of the like. Adults walked around the village conversing with other adults, speaking an old forgotten language.
These were memories of one of his ancestors, Jaleans last connection to his people. As quickly has he appeared in the memory, he was taken out of the peaceful memory and shoved back into reality, away from the grass fields of old and into the station with durasteel walls. Jalean tightened his grip on the shard. I shall live on and protect the memory's of our people
Alright first chapter done. What did you think, was it good, bad. tell me what you think so I can improve the rough edges.