Disclaimer: This is a self insert with a series of originally created characters. I do not claim ownership or credit of creation for either Assassin's Creed:Brotherhood or anything within the Mass Effect universe, only using borrowed concepts with my own storyline, Read and review!
Rogue Killer: Man on a Mission
For as long as he could remember, Damien has always had to survive on his own wit, his uncanny ability to move around in his environment, and a combat knife a travelling mercenary 'gave' him. Growing up in the lower levels of Megatropolis, a massive city sprawling across the planet's surface, he has had to take the lives of more than a few to survive, as he got older he became much better with this knife, picking up on a hit or two for some extra cash. This eventually attracted some attention. He was hired by to of the three main mercenary corps, the Blue Suns and the Eclipse sisters to eliminate powerful commanders of earth's localized mercenary groups.
After the final payment was transferred from the Eclipse, he was cornered by one of their strike teams. He dropped into a defensive stance, waiting to react to their looming attack, combat knife held loosely in hand, prepared to twist around and deflect one or two shots. Once their numbers blossomed from 2 or 3 to a full squad of 8 soldiers, as quickly as the colour flushed out of his face, the realisation dawned on him, 'I'm not going to survive this!' No sooner had the grim thought flashed through his mind, throwing knives glittered through the air, perforating the mercenaries armour in various places, a few dropping dead in their places, others dropped their weapons because of perforated arms, and only one still remained armed. The sudden assault of knives excited her trigger finger and managed to fire half of her thermal clip in his direction, he managed to deflect 3 of the 4 shots, the last one punching through his off shoulder. The trigger on the remaining mercenary's handgun locked, signifying the thermal clip was overloaded and needed to be ejected. In the time it took the mercenary to fumble with a fresh thermal clip and eject the hot one, Damien had already launched himself at her and lodged his knife in a joint in her armour, targeting a vital to ensure a quick kill.
Once the mercenary's final breath left her Asari lungs, he plucked one of the many throwing knives out of one of the dead bodies to examine it. "simple yet beautifully stylized..." As he trailed off he noticed a symbol near the balancing point of the knife, "what's this? Kinda looks like the Arabic alpha symbol" He just barely caught the gentle whisper of light cloth brushing up against cold steel when he noticed a dark cloaked figure standing in the shadows, betrayed only by the glinting of his remaining throwing knives and his belt strongly resembling the symbol in the knife he had just examined. Cautiously he stated to the individual, "my guess is your intention is not to kill me, is it?"
"You are smarter than my informant gives you credit for young man, how did you know?" The figure hissed with an unfamiliar accent. Damien looked at the figure, eyes narrowing, something seemed a little weird, and he had a funny feeling it had something to do with him.