Hey this is going to be my first Mass Effect story so try and give me your honest opinion on it alright?
"You bastard!" I yelled as I punched yet another guy in the face sending blood and even some teeth flying as he went down like the three before him.
When I went out drinking with my friends I never expected getting into a brawl over something as stupid as taking some guys seat. Sadly this isn't the first time I've gotten into a fight for something as stupid as this. Hell I got into a fight with some schmuck just last weak after I accidently stepped on his foot while I was passing by!
My name was Nick Ashden, a twenty four year old who worked a few dead-end jobs that also had notorious reputation for street fighting. I stood about six foot one, had tanned skin and a lightly tanned skin tone. My hair was dark brown with died in blue streaks and reached down to my shoulders in a wild mane like fashion. I also had heterchromia with my left eye being blue and the right being a bright green.
Back to my little bar brawl.
As the fourth guy went down I ducked down avoiding a chair the fifth guy of the original six man group had swung at my head. Missing me threw him off balance and I used this to my advantage as I did a low sweep kick brining him onto his back with a loud thud. Before he could get up I dropped an elbow to his face, breaking his nose and knocking him out.
I take a quick look around and observe my handiwork. The first guy, the one who started this, was laying in font of the bar counter bleeding from a head wound he got when I slammed his face into the counter. Meathead number two was in the wreckage of a wooden table I had choke slammed him into. Asshole number three was groaning on the floor a bit away from the others as I had broke his left arm at the elbow and shattered his right knee with a kick. And asshole number four and five were already dealt with leaving one more guy.
This one appeared to be smarter than his buddies though as he quickly backed off with his hands held up in surrender. I huffed at him thinking how big of a wuss he was. Then I looked down at my clothes and frowned hard. My favorite blue zip up hoodie was streaked with some blood from the guys I had just fought though my undershirt was fine, my jeans had a tear in the left side near my calf's, luckily my brown steel toed boots were fine as well as the six inch hunting knife I had strapped to my right side. Thankfully I didn't have to use it this time.
I didn't get to savor my victory though as The bartender/owner of the bar spoke up, "Hey! I don't want fighting in my bar! Get out!"
Not bothering to argue I just leave. It was raining outside so I pulled up my hoodie and started walking in no particular direction. During this time I started to re-evaluate my life for the thousandth time.
How had it come to this? In school I was fairly average as far as the experience goes, never was the smartest in any subject, never a star athlete, though I never had any real friends, nothing. Family was okay so no problems there. But I was far from the normal guy. It was seen when I was very young that I was a born fighter. I never had any real training but it was almost like second nature when it came to fighting. I took great pride and joy in fighting as it just gave me the biggest rush imaginable.
Figuring I could use my talent later on in life I started training whenever possible. Then when I graduated high school I tried to join the army. But I was instantly rejected due to my record of fighting. They deemed me too "unstable" for service. It was at that point everything started going down hill. I tried to get a job in anything related to fighting but was always rejected and ended up working some dead end job only to be fired a few weeks later for one reason or another.
Asking my family for help was not an option as it just proved I couldn't make it on my own and would include swallowing my pride which was almost impossible. Even so called "friends" only called me such so I could play bodyguard to them only to be ditched later on. Them leaving me hanging in the bar was proof of that.
Looking up in the sky I see a few bolts of lightning and feel the cold rain pelting my face.
"Life is a bitch. Can my life get any worse?"
As if some divine deity had heard my question and decided to answer it a bolt of lightning struck me. Yet right before it hit my entire life flashed before my eyes both figuratively and literally.
The last thing that crossed my mind before it all went dark was, 'Fuck me.'
All I could see was black. There were no pearly whit gates or flaming pits, just black. If this was purgatory I was going to be pissed. Getting struck by a bolt of lightning was not the most ideal way to go in my opinion. It seemed more like a great big fuck you from mother nature in my opinion. Yet when I died I expected something a little... more.
Now I'm not saying I was a goodie goodie kind of guy but I was no where near being the worst person that had ever walked the face of the planet. I really hope this was some waiting area for judgment rather than where I would spend the rest of eternity. Blackness I could deal with but I would at least want someone to talk to.
My prayers were apparently answered as I saw a light that progressively got brighter. Then sound started to filter in but it wasn't soothing in the least. In fact it sounded as if I was in a warzone. Then I started to actually feel things, like I was lying down on something that felt like dirt. The light then got brighter and I realized I was opening my eyes.
At first my sight was blurry but after a couple of blinks my vision cleared and I found myself on some dirt patch that was blackened. This was really weird as last I checked I was walking down a concrete street.
I slowly got up from my prone position on the ground. Though I felt completely fine, a little better than fine actually! Looking around my little hype moment was broken as found myself staring at a bunch of human corpses mixed in with some robotic... things. The sight nearly made me lose my lunch but I held it in. I think I actually fell into a warzone.
At this point I was near freaking out wondering how I got hand what the fuck was going on. But life being the unmerciful fuck it is decided to throw me a curve ball.
A shot came right by my nose to hit the beside me. Turning in the shots direction I see one of those robot thin aiming some type of rifle at me. Thinking quickly I roll to the side, avoiding another shot. This apparently angered the thing as it charged at me roaring. I ted for the right moment. When it was right on top of me I leaped forward and shoulder tackled it at the knees bring the thing down to the ground.
Before it could recover I drew my hunting knife and jumped on its back driving the blade into the neck joint. This didn't kill it though. Intead the damn the threw me off like I was nothing. Getting a little desperate I look around something I can use to kill this thing. My eyes then land on one of the rifles laying around. Not wasting a second I lunge for the weapon scooping it up and turning around to shoot the damn thing only to see that it had already recovered with its weapon aiming right at me.
When it fired I raised my right hand in a desperate attempt to protect myself only to be shocked beyond all belief as a glowing green shield appeared and blocked the shot. This shocked me to the core as I never knew that I could do this or such a thing was even possible. Apparently this shocked my attacker as well since they didn't fire again and just seemed to be staring at the barrier I had created.
I wasn't going to waste this opportunity. Brining my rifle up the barrier slowly fades as I look through the sights and take aim at the things chest. Then just as the barrier fades I let loose a hail of fire. There wasn't nearly as much recoil as I thought and this thing wasn't shooting bullets like I had expected. The thing had a shield apparently as the first few shots bounced harmlessly off of it but eventually broke through and tore into the thing.
Its chest exploded in a shower of fluid and metal before falling forward onto its front. I slowly approached its down form with my rifle still trained on it just in case it wasn't truly dead and decide to jump back up to attack me. I've seen plenty of horror movies to know that shit can happen. But upon looking at it and realizing it was actually dead I take a knee beside it and lay my weapon on the ground.
Looking it over I spot my knife still in the same place it was before when I stabbed it. Reaching out to take it I grab the handle only for a shock to travel through me upon contact as I see the knife start to glow in the same green glow I had used earlier to make the shield.
Images and words started to rush through my mind almost overwhelmed me. Information on just about everything from the different species to the technology used in this time was seemingly implanted in my brain. As quickly as it came it left but the information I saw stayed. I eventually regained focus realized that the knife was now in my hand but it looked way different than when I last saw it.
The blade was longer now at about eighteen inches with the blade having a serrated edge. Glowing green symbols that I now knew were Prothean danced along the blade. Then there was his arm. His right arm up to his elbow was now visible as the sleeve looked to be burned off showing the tanned skin beneath with the same Prothean symbols as on the blade glowing on his skin. I could only stare for a good minute before the glow died off. The symbols on the blade disappeared but on my arm where the symbols once were now lied black tattoo like marks.
Now I could have been there all day wondering what the hell had just happened but decided to just say 'fuck it' and move on. I now knew there were a lot more of these Geth fuckers running around and if I wanted to live I needed to get the hell out of here.
So I sheathed my blade in my newly configured scabbard which instead of being made of leather like before was now made of some bronze looking metal. I then proceeded to scour the bodies around me and came away with some more ammo for what I now knew was a Tsunami assault rifle, and also a Naginata sniper rifle. Also took a few high explosive grenades.
During my search I managed to snag an Omni-tool. Now this thing was fucking sweet as it was basically an all in one machine right on your wrist! I think mine was a Logic Arrest model. I didn't take any armor as all of the armor the guys were wearing was basically scrapped. I had a pouch of ammo at my side, a sniper rifle slung across my back and my assault rifle at the ready. Taking one last look at the dead men behind me I say a quick prayer for them and walk off to where the nearest civilization should be. I only hope its still standing when I get there.
Well there it is. Yes this guy has no idea what Mass Effect is since I have noticed most fic's like this usually have the guy having played or knowing what Mass Effect is I decided to throw a guy in who has no idea about the storyline of the game. Review and/or PM me. Until then, Nicranger out!