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POV Garvil

I haven't seen Earth in a long time. Marcus Garvil, son of the most influential man on Earth. Son of the head of Garvil Company, a company that had branches in several different industries. You could not go anywhere on the entire planet without seeing a refined branch of the Garvel corporation. I was expected to be the head CEO of the company when I grew up. I was sent to the best schools in Alliance Space, and constantly pressured to be the best. I was considered the most prodigal student in five years from my Private School when I graduated. I had a very bright future as the head of one of the most influential companies in the Alliance.

But I wasn't satisfied.

I trained my body in the time I had, hoping I could escape this stifled life that was set in stone for me. Initially my parents approved, since the schoolwork was stressful and a non-intrusive hobby was helping to keep my mind off of distractions. They eventually figured out that I wasn't interested in continuing their life of business managers, that I would prefer to fight and make a difference in the world.

"You only affect what's in front of you as a soldier. You affect everything as a business owner." My father's voice ringed in my head time after time, his attempt to persuade me from my aspirations as a soldier. I would train even harder at the thought, strain my stamina even more. I vowed multiple times that I would find a way to enter the Alliance Military. The way it would happen was a complete surprise to me.

I was involved in an accident before my birth. I was never told of it, for fear it would distract me from my studies or scar me. I think it's all bullshit. My father was only interested in his empire. If I had known that I had a chance of developing biotic abilities, I would never be allowed to simply manage a company. Not even the Garvel corporation.

I found out that I had biotic potential when I was twenty years old. Usually it becomes obvious to children in their pre-teens, and some as young as five. From what I found in the vids, which might not even be true, only seven humans had ever been in the same situation as me. Some accidents regarding Eezo dust simply do not have any direct effect until another wave is used to have them develop their biotics. Mine was when I was eighteen. A nasty accident with one of the power stations near the place I worked at as a part time job caused a great deal of pollution to go through this section of London. I only went through the dust once while it happened, but it was enough.

I was working behind the counter of a net game store. There really wasn't much of a point in standing there doing nothing, I remember telling myself numerous times. The kiosk took care of nearly everything. Most of the reason I was there was customer support, basically helping people with their accounts and the occasional bullshit story about how their copy of a game got destroyed in one way or another. It wasn't that glamerous of a job, but it kept my mind off things.

The work day was normal until sundown. Three hooded figures entered the store and slowly walked up to the counter. The first thing I felt was surprise, as no one hid themselves when they entered the store. The second thing I noticed was that one of the figures was slightly taller than the others. Suspecting a possible theft, I prepared myself to press the button under the counter that alerts the nearby police force. There was already a robbery in this store two weeks ago, and the police were still attempting to find the people who robbed it the first time.

The cloaked figure that reached the counter first leaned forward, looking up only enough that I could see his mouth. In a gruff, low voice, he said: "You Garvil's son?"

I put my other arm on the counter, leaning forward on the counter and looking directly where I assumed his eyes were. I made myself sound as threatening as possible, hoping to not have a situation on my hands. "Can I help you, sir?"

The tall figure in the back looked up and directly at me. I nearly doubled back at what I saw. He was a Turian! His low voice sent chills down my spine. "We were sent for a very specific reason, Garvil. You pose a threat to the interests of certain persons. We've come to solve that problem."

I was stunned for a second at his words, but then I sprung into action. I pressed the button and grabbed the Predator pistol we keep under the counter. By the time I had it above the counter, I was looking down the barrels of three separate pistols. My instincts kicked in and a ducked, narrowly avoiding shots from their guns. I slowly moved towards the edge of the counter, hoping I would be able to take one of them by surprise if they attempted to walk around. What I did not expect was for one of the humans to jump over the counter.

I turned around and aimed my pistol. I threw myself at him and grabbed his legs as I tumbled past him. He grunted and fell over me. Using my momentum to turn myself upright, I shot towards the hand that held his gun. He screamed and let go, but the second human was already vaulting over the counter after his comrade. With speed I'd expect from a sharpshooter, he raised his gun and pointed it at my face.

As if in slow motion, I watched as his finger pulled the trigger. I wasn't sure at the time what happened next, but all I remember was that the bullet simply never hit. I understood how guns in this time worked because of my education, but I was dumbfounded as to how it had happened. The enemy looked as shocked as I did, from what I saw of his face. I took advantage of his hesitation and popped my own bullet into him. He groaned and clutched at his stomach as he fell. I threw the first man off me and started standing up. As I did, I was picked up and slammed into the wall behind me. The impact stunned me just long enough for me to let go of my pistol. I heard it crash to the floor below.

He drew his face close to my own, and I could see the full markings on his face as he stared into my eyes. I felt the barrel of the pistol dig into my stomach roughly. I seized his hand with my own and attempted to drag the pistol away from me, but he was strong. I looked into his eyes and saw my own death reflected.

"Are you ready to die, Marcus Garvil?" He taunted at me, clearly enjoying my fear.

I decided to resign myself to my fate and stopped resisting. He took a last look at my face, clearly still enjoying the spectacle. Then, his eyes showed thinly veiled surprise, and I felt the gun moving away from my stomach. A second later, I heard it clang to the ground beside my own. I felt the turian's grip of my throat recede, and I slumped against the wall, gasping air into my aching lungs. I looked up after a second and saw several police officers inside the store. The one obviously in charge walked up to me and offered his hand. I grabbed it and he helped me stumble to my feet.

"We got here as fast as we could, Mr. Garvil. Are you all right?" He said, inspecting me for injuries. It was Lieutenant Rivers, a man I had met several times. He was a good friend of my father's.

"I'm fine. I'd be a little more worried about them," I responded, gesturing towards the pile of bodies in front of me. I heard Rivers grunt neutrally as he kneeled over the first one.

Rivers put two of his fingers on the man's wrist, clearly checking for a pulse. The man groaned and drew his legs up towards his chest. Rivers stood up and looked in my direction. "You held your own pretty well here. I know you've been wanting to join the military, so I don't know why your father won't let you."

I slumped back down the wall and hung my head. In a weak voice, I responded with a simple, "Yeah."

It took me two years to figure out what had happened to that bullet. Rivers' report after the incident obviously got the attention of the Alliance. I was watched after that point, and it was when I was approached by a scientist during my vacation to Egypt with my family that I found the answer.

He walked up to me smiling, obviously happy to see me. "Do you have a moment, Marcus? There's something important we need to discuss."

I looked up at the hotel we were staying at. My mother and I were here for my birthday celebration; my father was too busy to make it this year. I had just left the building in order to go to a nearby park to relax. I turned back to the scientist with curiousity and responded, "All right, I have some time. What do you need?"

He smiled and waved at me to follow him. He walked pretty fast for an older man. He appeared to be in his sixties, with balding gray hair and a lab suit that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in weeks. He led me to the same park I was going to, and we sat down on a bench near one of the corners. It was perfect if you wanted solitude in order to talk.

He sat down next to me and closed his eyes for a moment in bliss, as if he had been standing for hours. The scientist then looked at me for a moment, then smiled again and began his speech.

"We have been watching you for years now, Mr. Garvil. We understand that your family is very influential, and we do not wish to cause turmoil between you and your father. However, this simply can't be ignored. You, sir, have the potential to be a biotic." He put his hand on mine in tandem with the end of his sentence. I stared at his hand, not believing what I had just heard. A biotic? Me? I thought that biotics were found and trained in their pre-teens.

I looked up into the patient scientist's face, and he continued.

"Let me explain what I am here for. I am a scientist, specifically one that studies how element zero affects humans. I also am one of the people charged with finding potential biotics and bringing them to Gagarin Station, so that they can be trained to hone their talents for the greater good." He abruptly stood up at this. I stood up as well, thinking I was expected to follow his lead.

"You, Mr. Garvil, have been requested to go to Gagarin Station to train to be a biotic." He put his hands on my shoulders, as if to help me understand what he was saying. I was numb, aware I was staring blankly back into his enthusiastic face. I was having trouble accepting the fact that I was a biotic. That echoed in my mind.

The scientist released his hands from my shoulders and stepped back. "I'm afraid there isn't much of a choice in the matter. If the Alliance sees a worthy biotic, especially one as naturally gifted as you, then there is very little anyone can do to keep them out of the military."

I perked up at the last sentence. I had wanted to join the military since I was a young boy. This was my chance! I dragged all my resolve, and held my hand out. He grabbed it with a hand stronger than I expected, and shook it firmly. He grinned at my response, and I couldn't help smiling as well.

"I'll come by tomorrow, Mr. Garvil. Everything will be explained once you get to the station." He turned around and took a step towards the entrance. He paused for a second, then turned back to me. "It's an honor being able to speak to you, sir." With that, he walked away.

I sat down roughly again, still stunned at the revelation that the aged scientist had given me. A biotic...

After what seemed like hours, I stood up and walked back to the hotel, this time with a skip in my step and a grin on my face

A/N: Just a quick note: This is going to be similar to Mass Effect, but with some noticable differences that will be obvious later.