Disclaimer: I don't own Mass Effect or Bioware, I'm just borrowing the characters for a while.
AN: This is only my second ME fan fiction and I'm using the ME3 teaser trailer as a basis for this. Reviews and comments welcome, my writing however is a little on the rusty side.
Thanks for reading, if your interested I play as a Female Shepard/Paragon/Spacer/Sole Survivor/Vanguard. ME 1&2 romance is Liara.
They attacked with no warning, there was nothing we could do but take up arms and fight to the death. My London town is burning, burning, burning and there is no hope in sight. I've been running through the streets of London trying to regroup with my fellow soldiers but so far I've not been able to spy a soul at least not one that doesn't look like something from a horror film. I take cover in the ruins of Westminster Abbey and pause to catch my breath and repeat the phrases I know I must if I happen upon another living person or soldier, "Lt. Commander Amelia Grey, Alliance Military." it might seem pointless to repeat my name and rank but you can't be too careful with the state that the city is in. All communications have ceased unless you count the ones that are coming from the sky, to tell you the truth its getting tiresome listening to someone spout about your destruction when it can be seen clear as day right in front of you.
Before we got separated my team spoke of a name we'd dare not speak in front of the Alliance Brass, for that name was seen as traitorous despite the actions of said individual and to see the pained looked on Captain Shepard's face was enough to cause us to curse the Brass even more, as a Mother she deserved better than to hear her daughter's name dragged through the political storm that followed the destruction of the SSV Normandy, and the subsequent traitorous slurs that followed her resurrection at the hands of Cerberus.
Commander Alissa Shepard, was a hero to many and to those of us on Earth during this bleak and dark time a beacon of hope all we had to do is hold the line but it seems the line we are holding is fracturing. Reapers, we had heard the rumours of course but the Brass hushed it up as quickly as it came to light but they couldn't stop the gossiping amongst the soldiers nor the reports from the Traverse that filtered through the channels. When the invasion first began all that could took up arms and the bare bones are what's left to fight another day.
I hear a low groaning noise to my left and silently load my rifle before looking up from my position, something that was once human is moving in on my location and if I don't move quickly I'm going to be its next victim. I vault over the low wall and take off running west across Victoria Street and right onto Storey's Gate, I can hear the blood pumping in my ears and I force myself to speed up. I'm an Alliance Marine and I'm not going to die this day, I dart left onto Great George Street before taking the first right into Horse Guards Road hoping beyond hope that the Winston Churchill Museum and Cabinet War Rooms are still standing. The smell in the air is acrid its nauseating to say the least, charred bodies and buildings lay all around. I hear a ping as a bullet bounces of my aged armour,
"Don't shoot." I yell, "I'm Alliance" I add before dropping down to my knees in surrender,
"Name and Rank." the shooter yells back,
"Lt Commander Amelia Grey" I reply as my breathing gets heavier, you would think I didn't work out but I'm in the shape of my life. I hear boots crunching on the gravel that is this old and worn London street and the shooter appears before me,
"Stand up LT, welcome to hell" he adds with a smirk as he helps me to my feet,
"Captain Jonah Green, at your service. Lets get you into our safe haven and a debriefing." by this point I'm too exhausted to even acknowledge him and allow the Captain to lead the way into the Museum.
The Churchill Museum and Cabinet War Rooms a place where a legend once walked in the face of adversity during the bombings of London during the Blitz was now the home of a ragtag force of Alliance Soldiers. I was led deeper into the complex and to the man in charge,
"We found another soldier, Sir" Captain Green spoke softly toward the man sitting in the shadows of the room we had entered,
"So there is still some hope left for this city, state your rank soldier." he asked without a moment's pause,
"Lt. Commander Amelia Grey, Alliance Military." he chuckled, "Welcome to Hell, LT. I hope you fight as well as you run Marine." I took a deep breath before answering, I'd finally found a group of soldiers who weren't willing to sacrifice this city to those damn machines,
"I can Sir and I will until my last breath or until help arrives. I plan to hold the line until the bitter end." I added a salute at the end as the man in the chair leaned forward to gaze at me, "Well then it's a pleasure to meet you Lieutenant Commander Grey, I'm Admiral Charles Windsor and this is what's left of London's defence; I do hope you are up for a challenge." absent-mindedly I nodded,
"Get some rest, you look like hell" he added with a dismissive wave as Captain Green led me away. I slumped in a corner against the farthest wall I could find and took another deep breath, my team it would appear were dead and there was nothing I could do about it but keep on fighting, for them and for my own honour to show the rest of the world and the galaxy that humanity had a reason to be amongst the stars even if I myself never desired to set foot off Earth. Closing my eyes I thought back to just a few weeks ago when everything was fine, the skies were bright and I didn't really have a care in the world.
Despite being Alliance on Earth there was never anything pressing to do aside from drill training and listening to the reports from Arcturus Station, now we were in the midst of a war that no one saw coming, well unless you were Commander Shepard and Cerberus that is. Despite my allegiance to the Alliance I hoped that Shepard was coming to save the day, it was that thought alone that drove me to keep on fighting.