This is my first fanfic just a heads up to all you guys/girls out there.

/Warning/ This may contain some graphic content and adult themes(Lemons...maybe) so please anyone under age of 18 DO NOT read this story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, the only thing I own is this story and my OC.

So this is a AriaxOc because you never see her get any love. This is taking place in Mass Effect 2

Victor...Victor...

Eyes opened slowly as the man known as Victor was interrupted his sleep. He sat up from the bed he was laying on to look around and assess his surroundings, making sure to take in every detail then got up from his bed and walked to the bathroom to get clean, wipe the sleep from his eyes and brush his teeth. Once he was done with that and put on his armour he walked to the bridge.

He walk up to the navigation computer after making sure he had his armor and weapons fully equipped, which had a interactive real time 3D hologram model of his destination and was given the layout of it. From every vents to every street, it showed everything which had to be important for his mission.

"Victor, we are approaching Omega." a electronic feminine voice announced, the Artificial Intelligence(A.I) also known as Becca.

"Hhmmm...are my new crew ready?" he asked before raising his hand to point on the 3D hologram, from his touch the hologram zoomed into Omega which showed the nightclub called Afterlife he would be going to.

"Yes, Victor. Shall I tell them to be ready to port?" Becca asked in a curious tone, Victor was curious as to who created the A.I but he decided not to let his curiosity get the better of him.

"Yes. And remember only call me by my name when we are alone, from now on call me Scorpio." he told the A.I as he donned his helmet while he was talking, which distorted his voice so he couldn't be recognized by anyone he may or may not make enemies of. "Let's go." he says smirking slightly behind his helmet as he had a flashback of how he got up to this point.

-A few weeks ago-

Victor walked down the hallway, passing one office after another. Through the open doors he saw Alliance workers slaving away at their desks. He had never understood why so many employees were needed in office jobs, why not have more soldiers? But this Alliance base was just like any other he had visited, full of officers in offices. The view on the other side of the hallway was more pleasing to Victor. Huge floor-to-ceiling windows allowed him to look out at the rolling green hills outside. It had been too long since he had been back on Earth, his birth planet.

He had returned as a spectre, one of humanity's first. The very first, of course, was Shepard, but the Commander was reported killed in action. Victor was more than a little excited to see how his spectre title would help him negotiate with the Alliance bosses. He was going to make them a request. A huge request. So he needed every advantage he could get.

As he walked down the hallway, he though about how he should make his request. He wasn't sure if asking politely or simply demanding was the best tactic. Stepping into the office he was looking for, he did what came most natural to him, he demanded.

"I need a ship, Admiral!"