I got this idea a while back and now I'm finally getting around to this. It's probably just another case of me trying to quell writers block for all my other stories.
Chapter 1: The Guardian Rises
"Give me all your money, suit rat!" The Turian mugger leveled a Blood Pack executioner pistol to a male Quarians' head.
"Please, can't we just be reasonable?" The victim shouted back at the criminal who was flanked by a Salarian and a Vorcha.
As for me, I was hanging in the rafters by my hands and feet loading a TASER XREP shell into an old SPAS-12 pump action shotgun. As the Quarian gave in and handed a credit chit to the Vorcha, I silently dropped down and safety rolled into one of the shadows. I almost tripped on the tails of my jacket as I landed, but months of training had prevented that from happening.
We were in a dimly lit section of Zakera with little witnesses and lots of places to hide. I was behind a vending machine selling candy of all types.
"This chit has almost no money in it!" The Vorcha screamed as he analyzed the contents of the device. In response he pulled out his own pistol and aimed it at the scared man. I took this as my cue and took aim. Before anyone could react a dose of 1.3 milliamps and 500 volts of electricity flowed through the Vorcha causing him to collapse to the ground suffering from severe spasms before losing consciousness.
I replaced the shotgun into the holster on my lower back, leaped from cover, and pulled an X2 Defender from it's holster on my thigh and delivered a 50,000 volt shock to the Salarian.
I placed the TASER back into its holster and grabbed the extendable titanium Bo staff from my back. I pressed the button of the grip to extend the weapon into its full 1.7m length. The Turian swung around trying to pistol whip me in the side of the head. I responded by lifting and swinging the staff down onto his arm breaking it at the elbow causing him to drop his gun.
Dropping down to the ground gripping his arm, I planted the staff into the ground, swung myself, and delivered a swift kick to the side of the head causing him to lose consciousness.
I pulled zip ties from the loops on the shoulders of my jacket and secured the hands and feet of the almost criminals. I pulled the chit from the pocket of the Vorcha, plugged it into my gauntlet and wired 10,000 credits directly into the device. I removed the chit and tossed it back to the Quarian who was shaking from the whole ordeal.
"Are you alright? What's your name?" I asked through my helmet's voice filter hidden under my mask. "Are you injured? Did your suit get punctured?"
"N-n-no. I'm fine. Thank you. I'm, Keelah, I'm Anslano. Anslano'Kane nar Qwib-Qwib." He stubbled to his feet. "That mask, is it of some sort of animal?"
"It's an owl. Humans see them as both signs of wisdom and protection. And death and destruction." I explained.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"I'm the Guardian." I responded as I threw an origami owl in the middle of the criminals which contained a tracking device for the police to follow. I climbed back into the rafters and made my escape.
When I was a kid, my parents would read me a story from 21st century Earth. It told the story of a intelligent race of owls from a post-apocalyptic world who had formed a great civilization, that to some did not exist.
On the island in which this civilization made its home there was a group of warriors called the Guardians. They all took an oath to protect the innocent and keep the peace. They swore to never wear a crown of gold or win glory. They were kind of like King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table.
I grew up on Omega (Yeah I know, best place to raise a family), that meant that I would witness, on average, three robberies, two muggings, a hit put out by Aria herself, and maybe cold-blooded murder.
As I got older, I realized that nothing was going to get better if you don't fight for it yourself. So I got to work.
I sewed Kevlar and ceramic disks into an old white jacket. I attached a hood with a prominent widow's peak at the openings' apex. I bought an old Quarian helmet from a junk dealer and mounted an owl mask on top of it. My Bo staff was custom and I had to pull some strings to get those TASERs. I sought out trainers to train me in things like Parkour and various martial arts.
I joined up with another group of vigilantes who ran on the station lead by a former Turian cop. I quit after three weeks as I didn't agree with their shot on sight policy of heroism. I later found out that all but the cop were killed in a turf conflict.
Realizing that I was probably next, I fled to the next major crime filled station, the Citadel.
"Despite increasing reports, C-Sec has yet to confirm the existence of the so-called Guardian." The hourly Citadel news broadcast announced.
"He saved my life." Another report announced with a video of a Quarian.
"That freak was seven feet tall and had… and had these giant wings and claws. you see." A witness claimed trying to mimic what he was describing.
"He's a hero." An Asari exclaimed on the streets.
"He's a menace to society. He has attacked criminals, civilians, and cops. He impedes justice and stops C-Sec from doing their jobs. He needs to be brought to justice." A Turian caller exclaimed on the radio.
"I think he's dreamy." A young Quarian girl told her friends.
"You see its clear that this so called "vigilante" has a clear Hero Syndrome. He needs to pick fights with people to sate his need for recognition and attention by putting himself into these situations." An Asari psychologist explained.
"On behalf of C-Sec and the Council. I would like to quell the fears of the public. There is no such thing as the Guardian." The commissioner of C-Sec told reporters.
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