a female turian who is a special ops soldier for the turian army is fighting in the first contact war with the humans when her unit all gets killed and she survives because a female human finds her and takes care of her and nurses her back to health. they totally fall in love.

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"Open communications with alien craft! Demand that they cease all hostilities immediately, we have jurisdiction."

"Vessel is refusing hails, Captain. Their systems are not equipped with translation software."

"Captain! Gun ports are open! Repeat, weapons are targeting us!"

"Blast it, what the hell do they think they're doing?!"

"Sir, enemy has breached shields, decks 3 to 6 are taking heavy damage. "

"Damnit, get everyone to the escape shuttles!"

"It's no good...no time...hull strength dropping...Captain, we-"

Korra's eye's snapped open and she took a sharp, jagged breath. Pain shot through her body as a hacking cough wracked her, tiny spots of blood catching on her talons. I'm alive. Why did that come as a surprise? She remembered panic, a sense of urgency, fire, and then...

Memories of the past few hours suddenly came rushing back to her. She was an operative assigned the Corona, one of the cruisers sent to investigate the destruction of an apparently alien ship. Before they could investigate the situation, more of the unfamiliar ships had appeared and attacked without warning. She had been lucky, she had been on her way to the bridge when the attack struck and so had been near to the escape shuttles. She had helped everyone she could but had been forced into one herself when the emergency air locks closed over the exit doors. The rest of the deck was already lost.

Her rasped breathing filled the small room as she glanced around, searching for reasons. Anything. She reached up and slapped her harness weakly, just enough to release it and causing her to slump to the floor. She hissed with pain as a worrying crunching sound came from her chest. Her neck hurt too much to look down, but from what she could tell her armor was intact. At least all she had to worry about were internal injuries, then.

She hauled herself to the other side of the shuttle, only now realising that it was tilting to one side. Gravity in effect, she knew she was planetside at least. She could make out a light filtering through the small view port, but something was blocking it from the outside. She tried the ship's computers, but no luck, obviously her crash landing had somehow damaged them.

This isn't right, she thought to herself. The shuttles were designed to drift in space until another ship could pass them by and pick them up. They auto-corrected their trajectories if they came too close to an atmosphere unless directed to do otherwise, She should have woken up in space. Unless...

Unless they shot me too.

That would explain it...a glancing shot would have been enough to take out several systems and could have provided enough velocity to trigger the collision, it could also explain some of her injuries. But...firing on an escape craft? What kind of monsters are we dealing with here...?

Groaning, she slumped back against the wall and belatedly had her suit apply medi-gel to the worst affected areas. After a few minutes it was enough to dull the pain, but each breath still made her wince. She had to get out, find out where she was. Dreading the thought of attempting to stand, she spent a few moments fiddling with her omni-tool in the hopes of picking up some stray signals. To her dismay, she did locate a few local radio transmissions but none of them made sense to her, meaning her translator was unfamiliar with the language. She clicked her mandibles with worry, uncertain what to make of that. Unable to delay any longer, she grabbed onto the walls and pulled herself to her feet, the medi-gel helping somewhat. A few shaky steps brought her to the escape hatch, but she hesitated. There was no telling what was waiting for her out there and she was in no fit state for a fight. Still, her omni-tool told her the atmosphere was breathable and she only had limited supplies. She had to get outside, find a radio signal to latch on to and call for help.

Taking as deep a breath as her battered lungs would allow, Korra opened the door.

Sara couldn't believe her eyes. She had been sat huddled under a blanket in an open field, staring at the sky. It was a cool night but the young doctor had been excited to see the meteor shower due that evening, and so she sat ready with her telescope, an old model since the higher grade ones were almost impossible to get out on the colonies. She had frowned when she thought she saw lights in the sky, it had been a little earlier than scheduled. She was dumbstruck by what she had watched unfold. Through the telescope, she had watched what she had taken to be a large meteor fall to the ground, even feeling the impact through the ground. That meant it was close, but it hadn't reduced in size at all while entering the atmosphere, she was sure of it. Curiosity had overtaken her, and she had immediately started sprinting int he direction of the fallen star.

Now she stood panting for breath, staring at the downed ship. It was unlike anything she had seen before, nothing like any of the Alliance vessels she had seen while travelling to the colony. She noticed some symbol she didn't recognise on the hull, almost hidden by the massive dent in the side. If she had to guess, she would say that a passing meteor had collided with the ship and caused it to crash. She hesitated a moment, glancing back at the distant lights of the colony; really, she should go and get help. Inform the local alliance personnel. But she was a doctor, there could be men and women trapped inside this thing that needed her help. Assuming she could even open it.

Eventually, instinct as a healer took over. She approached the ship cautiously, feeling the heat coming off of the metal. Slowly, she reached out to touch what looked to be the door panel-

Only to have it slide open, revealing...she didn't know. Some thing standing there. It was green, scaled, wearing a space suit, it ticked every box on the alien questionnaire. She screamed, she couldn't help herself, and jumped back a few steps, terrified for her life but curiosity preventing her from fleeing.

She thought she saw the creature's eyes widen, heard it croak out a few strange noises. She shrank back further still when it reached out a hand and showed curved. pointed claws in place of fingers. It took a single, lurching step towards her, but before she could run, it collapsed to the ground.

Something I wanted to write inspired by a post I saw on Tumblr. May or may not be continued, depending on the interest for two OCs in the Mass Effect universe.
Thanks so much for reading!