So I hope you enjoy this, as it has been annoying me for awhile, enough to write a story, I hope you enjoy as much as I will. It will be sort of a Self insert.
Some aspects will of course be different.
There were many ways to die, being buried alive after you saw a gang shoot some people getting to close to their operations was not it.
The feeling of helplessness as they dragged you to your death, as the dirt starts falling down towards you, it getting in your eyes stinging them.
Trying to move while useless as they tied your hands together.
The feeling of yourself losing air trying to hold on to the last breaths you'll ever have.
That's what I felt as it happened, after and agonising half an hour it finally fell into darkness.
(Time skip year 2166)
Waking up was something I was not expecting for well... Ever, yet here I was waking up from what seemed to be a nightmare.
Well first things first figure out where I am. I thought looking around the room, it seemed to be quite confined, almost like a cupboard would.
The next thing to catch my eye was the window on the right side of the room, a window and being able to see stars, lots of them.
Moving on with the observation of the room he saw that it was quite bare though it was quite nice to see his favourite colour, Black.
"Ryvern get up, we finally get to go on a planet at last." Someone called out from his door.
"Erh, okay." I said trying to gather where I was.
It was safe to say that it was a space faring universe, maybe it was one that I knew.
Being an experienced gamer, I knew quite a fair share of good space faring games, so either it was a game or it was a completely different universe that I knew nothing about.
"Um this might sound stupid but... I think I have amnesia." I said, not sure if it was the best idea.
"How on earth have you got amnesia?" The voice said sort of familiar now that I thought about it.
"Why are you asking me?" Is said incredulously, I mean why would the person with amnesia know what gave him amnesia.
A few seconds silence before a reply came "Good point." "Look open the door and I'll see what I can clear up alright." The voice said, as I got up to open the door.
"Now that that's done could you tell me who your are?" I asked looking forward to some answers.
"I'll start with my name then, My name is John Shepard, and the year is 2166 and your my younger brother." John Shepard said which means that... I'm IN MASS EFFECT.
Getting up to what looked like a mirror I looked at my reflection.
I had black and purple hair, was around 160cm and had mostly black clothes on.
"You know I think it's coming back, we're heading to mindoir right." I said more calmly.
"Yeah good to see, maybe you stayed up to late last night then." Twelve year old Shepard said.
"Yeah probably, So what are you going to do when you grow up then?" I asked putting my plan into action.
"Probably captain a ship, maybe join the Alliance navy to follow in our parents footsteps." He said. "I've not given it much thought."
"Okay." I said losing myself in my mind thinking over what would happen in the coming years.
Time to mess up the timeline. I thought to myself, first would be to gain some experience in fighting and making a name for myself, then take over the shadow broker's network, get Mordin to help with things requiring scientific knowledge.
"Ryvern!" A voice pulled me out of my musing for the future of this galaxy.
"Yeah?" I asked wondering what he was talking about now.
"You alright, you just spaced out for a second." He asked looking concerned, making me feel unsure, not used to being cared about.
"Yes why wouldn't I be?" I said a little angrily.
"Well you just seem different lately." He said not paying attention to my tone.
"Do I." I said not paying much more attention, instead focusing on my plans.
"You seem more grown up, less carefree." He said making me freeze, apparently I was different from his original brother.
"Never mind." He continued "anyway better prepare we aren't going to get this opportunity for awhile" He said leaving me to my musing.
(Mindoir one day later)
"You know when we said we were going to a planet I expected it to be more, well foreign." I said with slight disappointment, contrary to John's reaction.
"What are you talking about, we are actually on a planet." He said running off, making me sigh at his childishness.
"You don't seem as happy as him." Hannah Shepard said as she walked up to me.
"You seem surprised." I said making both of my parents look at each other in a slight shock.
"We have been meaning to talk to you, Lately you have been acting more mature, even more than your older brother." Alex Shepard said as I turned around.
Waiting a bit I ask. "I ask you to trust me, take John and head back to the ship." I said running off, not waiting for a response, them crying out for me to stop.
What did make me stumble was there concern, it was a foreign concept, I was used to being the last picked for an activity, or being ignored in a group.
Turning around as they stopped running after me I spoke. "If you care about me, Trust what I say I WILL be fine... I hope" I said as I continued running towards the local communities army outpost the last part more quietly and to myself.
A few minutes later it happened, Batarian slavers. The unprepared colonists on Mindoir stood no chance most people relaxing not having heard anything on sensors.
Having made my way to the armoury, I soon found what I was looking for, Weapons assault rifles and pistols.
Sneaking towards the outskirts of the colony perimeter, towards one of their unsuspecting shuttles.
The surprise on the poor Batarian slaver was too good to see, the surprise of seeing a ten year old boy holding an assault rifle.
"You are taking me to your ship, if not tell me now and I'll put you out of your misery as a slaver." I spoke in a cold tone, not one a ten year old child should be able to make.
"You son of a b." I didn't bother letting him continue, he made his choice, pulling the trigger the un-amoured pilot soon fell dead.
Looking around I saw a locker filled with more weapons. "Well no use... actually I will need some credits now won't I." I said thinking more logically.
Looking around at the flight control panel, I saw it was clearly labelled taking off looking at the sensors to see where their ship was, happy to see that the ship that we arrived on was gone.
"Well John, Live to fight another day, live to fight another day." I said sort of sadly as I prepared for the takeover of their ship, which might not let me see him again.
(POV John Shepard ten minutes earlier)
"Why do we have to leave, we just got here." He wined as they boarded their ship again, his anger blinding him of the fact that his brother wasn't present.
"Because we are." His father spoke, leaving no room for argument.
Not saying anything he went to his room that was slightly larger than his brothers.
(Ten minutes later)
Ten minutes later they started receiving distress calls from Mindoir talking of Batarian slavers, attacking all who resisted and capturing all who could.
John's parents soon realised something. Their youngest son had saved their lives, sacrificing his life in the process, though not knowing how he knew they were coming.
Out of his room came John still slightly annoyed about the planet trip being cut short. "Where's Ryvern, I want to play with him." He asked making both parents freeze.
Sighing they decided it was best to tell the truth. "John, do you know why we cut our trip short." Hannah Shepard started making John confused.
"No, why."
"It was because Ryvern told us, before running off." She continued, John still not seeing the point.
"He's still on the planet, where Batarian slavers attacked." Alex Shepard continued, it finally getting through to him what happened.
"He's either dead or taken..." He said quietly with his parents nodding.
"I'll be in my room." He said quietly walking off slowly to his room.
Ok a little short, but this was only meant to be a prologue, the last one I did was at least 3000 words long when it was meant to be 1000.
Hope you enjoy it, probably a few days before it starts.