It was hot in here.

Though that was to be expected, as the plasma reactors were nearly blown. The whole place was going to explode, eventually, but the young man at the console has way too much to do to worry about the heat. Reapers were about to pour out of that Relay thingy, and while he didn't know what a Reaper was, he knew enough to know that they were bad. So he wasn't going to let them come through the Relay. Thingy.

He knew that this was the console that would shoot the asteroid base into the relay and destroy it. And probably the whole system. Thankfully, he'd already taken care of that. The strange four-eyed species that lived here had some interesting technology, stuff he'd never seen before, but he had managed to get everyone into modified cargo containers, and shot them through the Relay. It had cost him time, but he saved millions, and only took a couple of hours.

Though now his time had run out. The young man tapped away at the controls, and his brow furrowed as he mashed every button he could. He didn't know what any of them did, but one of them had to do it. So he pushed them. A red light went off, and an alarm sounded.

"Oh, I think that might be it!"

He kept tapping, until a second, and then a third alarm went off.

"Bingo!"

He turned to start running; this base was about to crash into a Mass Effect relay, so he wasn't about to stick around. Just as he did, a reverberating bass noise sounded off from, well, everywhere. A cold feeling ran down the youth's spine. The alarms stopped. He turned, to see that the projection had changed. It was some kind of creature. It had no identifiable face. Multiple legs dangled from its body, and it floated in space.

"You are an unknown."

"I am," he replied to the machine-being.

"We demand you explain your race."

"Well you aren't in the position to be making demands right now. I'm the one with the base."

"Irrelevant. It will only delay the inevitable."

"Yeah, well, we've defeated the inevitable before. We just escaped extinction once, I think we can do it again."

"It is unfortunate, however irrelevant, that you have fought so hard to survive, only to face your demise. This cycle is now at its end. Before you are destroyed, explain your race."

"I don't think so. I think I'd rather just destroy the Relay and escape."

"Your doom is inevitable."

"Yeah, you keep saying that. Why don't you just start shouting 'Exterminate' already?"

"Explain your race."

"You know, there is one of our numbers I'll tell you about. He has a name. But who he is, is less important than what he's done. What he represents. And the example he left for the rest of us. We cannot forget him, and I most definitely will not. So even if I am destroyed today, his words will reverberate through time and space, and through me, through my actions. And if he were standing where I am now, I think I know what he would say."

"Then let them be your final words."

"All right then. Allon-sy!"

The young man mashed the button that made the alarms go off again, whipped out his sonic screwdriver and ran it over the console, shutting it down, before bolting down the hallway. The heat started to rise in the base, which only served to quicken his pace as he rushed to the hangar, where the scientists were keeping his ship.

There were guards that tried to stop him, but he ignored them, running past the gunfire, turrets, and grenades, before skidding in front of the armoire that represented his ship. Barely managing to catch his balance, her shoved the key in as one of the scientists yelled at him. He opened it, slipped inside, and locked it just as one of the guards opened fire.

Rushing to his console, he hit buttons, pulled levers, and said, "Doctor, I hope I've done your proud back there. And we could really use your help about now."

The ship whirred and hummed, and hurled the youth through time and space. He let out a sigh of relief, knowing he'd stopped a great calamity from befalling this galaxy, at least for a time.

Now he had to find out WHICH galaxy this was, and more importantly, WHEN.

I really hate the name I've made. I'll take suggestions.

Enjoy.