Hey Guys its me red. And i bring you a rewrite of my Self insert, mainly because I forgot what I was trying to acomplish with it. And if you guys prefer'd it I can ReUpload my backup of it. Anyway this on is going to be more interactive so when i say to vote, plz do because that could have a big effect on how the story unfolds. Any way I'm off to find Jalean, he went missing on that station of his "Wink, Wink"

You know, I thought I got a handle on what reality was. But of course that was before I got sucked into a magic portal and woke up on a hellhole planet with fire and debris everywhere, with hardly any of my memory's and skills that I didn't think I had before, and here I am now, approaching the satin's of this universe with a weapon whose explosion could rival the big bang. Maybe I should quit complaining and tell you the story of how all this happened. It started 7 years ago, I think, I had just sat down in a chair and then…

"Ok so what to play, what to play. Hmm, I could play GTA, or maybe Skyrim, you know what, screw it I'll play mass effect," Right as I plop the disk in, I hear strange noise emanate from the Xbox. It was whistling and whirling. The power button lights were mixing both red and green making a light tan color. I step closer to get a better view of it; I mean what would you do if this happened. The moment I touched the power button to turn it off, the light enveloped me. I tried to escape, but no matter where or how I moved, I ended up burning myself. The light eventually became so bright that I had to close my eyes or risk blinding myself if I don't.

The pain stopped suddenly and the bright light was dimmed to that of a roaring crimson fire, the air was rushing around me and when I conjured up the courage to open my eyes, I find myself falling toward a burning planet with metals of varying sizes sticking out of the ground and reach's far into the sky. As amazed as I was at the "stunning" scenery, my mind remembers the current issue at hand. The ground. And that it was coming closer by the second. I put my arms out to brace myself somewhat to the incoming hell of a landing. But not ten feet from the ground, my decent slowed, but not enough to the point that my arm wasn't put into an unusual and unnatural position.

So I when my wits returned, I did what any normal person would do in a situation like this… I cursed… A lot. And after I dropped the f bomb for about 5th time, a hand covered my mouth and a loud "Shhhh" followed.

"Can it kid, you want them to know where we are." What the hell ? Who said the and why do they sound familiar, yet unfamiliar. I spin my head and end up looking at the face of woman in her mid thirties, with shoulder length blonde hair, her face worn with dark rings and bags under her eyes expressing further her sleep deprivation, and to add t it her face screamed bloody murder. "You done cursing, cuz' if you aren't, then you and my fist are about to get well acquainted," I nod my head in understanding, and the hand covering my mouth suddenly yanks me into a nearby bush. The woman raises a finger to her mouth, to silence me as grotesque looking creatures stumble by the brush, yelling something into an orange gauntlet on his wrist, he then promptly ran onward.

We both collectively sigh, and she slumps her back against the base of the bush. "Ok, two things. First off, who the hell are you, and where did you come from." As soon as the words leave her mouth, I realize with a jolt that I don't even know who I am. All I can remember is a few things about certain games and that blinding light that brought me here. She's giving me a funny look, suppose I could just make something up. "Well, speak up kid, what's your name."

"My name. My name is,uhh Zeta," damn it she's not goanna believe it.

"Zeta huh, can't say it's the weirdest name I've heard lately." …Just go with it.

"And yours,"

"Hannah, Hannah Shepard." I mentally drop my jaw at this revelation. Hannah Sheppard. I compose myself mentally and get ready to answer the second time. Time to test my luck.

"Honestly, I don't remember my real name, or for that matter how I got here, so if you would please tell me what's going on and where here is." She gives me a funny look, one that I'm not sure if it should scare me or what, but eventually she opens her mouth to talk, but clamps it shut. She motions for me to be quiet as she pulls what looks like a rifle out of the bush.

"Wait here," she tells me and rushes out the door before I could complain. Upon her leaving, loud grunts, gunshots and all other manner of things. Till a particularly loud shot sounds and a body falls to the ground. I poke my head out in curiosity, and immediately wish I hadn't. Hannah's torso had a rather large hole and she appeared to be almost dead. One of those things notice me, it grunts to the others and tries to grab me. Thankfully I'm quick and manage to sip back into the bush. Though my refuge was short lived as it stomps the plant down and lifts me up by the collar. It is now that I get a good look at the creature.

Its skin was brown and slimy. It had four amber eyes with bone things surrounding it. And to make matters worse, ITS BREATHE SMELLED. It raised its fist to punch me, and I close my eyes and cover my face with my arms, only to hear a grunt and be suddenly put on the ground. I open my eyes and seeing the creature 10 yards away was not what surprised me, but the fact that I was covered and a black and red substance did. I didn't have time to ponder on this because another approached me. I decide to go into fight or flight mode and throw a punch at its stomach. This time I saw what happened. Inches from my fist connecting to his torso, he went flying like the last guy. That's when everything hit me. Hannah Sheppard, Orange gauntlets, monsters that look like Batarians. I was in Mass Effect.

I again didn't have time to marvel at this. More Batarians were getting closer. If what I could gather is true, then this stuff covering me is eezo, meaning I had biotics. Meaning none of these SOB's had a chance. I jump up into the air and gather as much strength as possible into my fist, and release it all as it hits the ground. As a result, the Batarians all go flying a ridiculous distance. The last one standing was clutching a broken arm, fear evident in his stance.

"W-Who are you?" his voice quivered with every word.

"I am Zeta, and you die here." With my crappy line he falls down dead, with a fist sized hole in his brain. Hannah had recovered enough to where she leaned against a fence. Her eyes were drooping downward in over exertion, and before unconsciousness took hold she said one last sentence.

"Worst. Line. Ever." And with that she fell asleep. And I was left to marvel at the fact that I was in Mass Effect.