Mass Effect: The Backstage War
I do not own Mass Effect. If I did, Samara would be a romance option.
"Why do you fight?" That is a question that has been asked of many people, many times. Some people will tell you that they're fighting to protect the things they cherish most in this galaxy. Some say that they are fighting for honor or justice. These days (especially these days), a lot of people will tell you that they're fighting for vengeance. Everyone has a reason. What were theirs?
Prologue
Planet: Sanctum
Location: Cerberus Research Outpost
Operation Codename: Firebase Glacier
Cerberus Lab...
"BANSHEE AT 2 O'CLOCK! WHERE'S MY FUCKING KISHOCK?!" a large man in black and green armor yelled as a Reaperized Asari closed in on two soldiers.
"HERE YOU GO! CATCH!" a woman in purple armor yelled as she tossed the Batarian harpoon gun to the black-and-green armored man, nearly beaning him in the skull.
"Hey, watch it Vesna! I can't shoot this thing if you take out my fucking eye!" the black-and-green armored man yelled as he began firing large, super-heated stakes at the Banshee.
"What a surprise, Floyd! You missed, just like you missed that date we were supposed to have two months ago!" said Vesna as she was taking potshots at Cannibals and Marauders with her Black Widow Sniper Rifle.
"Oh, are you really going to bring that up now?" Floyd said as he decided to forego the harpoon gun in favor of tackling the Banshee down and curb-stomping its face with a biotic foot. "I told you I had reasons! Perfectly good, legitimate reasons that have nothing whatsoever to do with my new shotgun-YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!" Floyd yelled as he brandished a Wraith Shotgun and blew away a Ravager that was creeping up behind Vesna.
"You missed our date to get a new gun?! That kind of shit is why we're not together anymore!" Vesna yelled.
"Yeah? Well if I didn't have this shotgun, that Ravager would have taken your boney ass out! Come to think of it, I'm already regretting buying this thing now!" Floyd retorted.
"Oh, that is it, you PRICK! I'm going to-" Vesna was suddenly cut off as a Krogan/Turian hybrid known as a Brute barreled into her, throwing her across the room and into Floyd, knocking them both into a wall hard enough to dent it. As the Brute closed in to finish off the "happy" couple, it suddenly exploded in a brilliant flash of red light. As Floyd and Vesna looked up, they saw a man with dark, metallic red and gold armor walked up carrying a Reaper Blackstar.
"We're done here. The shuttle is arriving in two minutes, so quit dry-humping and head to the LZ."
"Go dry-hump yourself, Zuren. We're the ones who had to cover your ass while you were disabling those indoctrination boosters. Maybe next time, you can take point with the tit-less wonder," snarked Floyd.
"Ah, 'taking point'. What an interesting choice of words, considering you never could!" snapped Vesna. "AND WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, SKANKINATOR?!" yelled Floyd. "DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU, STEROIDS MAC SMALL-DICK?!" Vesna yelled back.
"HEY, FUCKOS! SCREW EACH OTHER LATER! WE HAVE INCOMING! HEAD TO THE LZ!" the man named Zuren yelled as Reaper forces began closing in on the team's position.
A/N: Probably not the best prologue ever written, but this is my first story. If it has piqued your interest at all, feel free to continue reading. Reviews are welcome and appreciated.