Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything except my lil' OC.
A/N: First of all I want to thank Myetel, for letting me use her turian dictionary and turian colonial markings. (I will use it later on the fic, this first chapters will be centered in some other things).
This fic will cover some of Nylara's (My OC) past, as well as how she met with Shepard and all the first game. This fic will be AU in some things but it will keep most of the principal things unchanged, but probably more developed. This is an attempt of novelization, so constructive criticism is GREATLY appreciated. And because this is a novelization It's almost guaranteed that some mistake or bad tense will get through so if you see some please let me now so I can correct it.
Thanks to TemptingEternity13 for being my beta.
Thats all folks, find some comfortable couch, select some nice music, pick some popcorn and enjoy the fic.
2177, Inside a random warehouse in New York's harbor. March 7th.
"This is Emilia Carlieu from New York's News, we are here in a part of the area denominated 'crime scene', it seems that this was a terrorist attack, made by one of the local gangs, since an entire mile was blown some hours ago in the middle of the respected Italian neighbourhood with a bomb.
The forensics are still trying to analyze the components used in this explosive, but they already have some leads, and they are almost certain that is one of the most dangerous ones controlled by the gangs, the one called Berlin's Hell. The gang that is most known by using it, are the 'Green Irish Leaves', they are known by their bloodthirsty members, however the police are..."
A shaking hand stopped the rest of the news report from being played in the terminal. A pair of tear stricken eyes bored her gaze in the blackened terminal, lowering her emotional defenses, she felt slowly how despair was winning the battle of her mind, disconnecting her from the outside world. A single sentence was being repeated in her mind Why did you die daddy?.
There she was the little thirteen year old girl, whose name was Nylara Whitewind, the daughter of the famous weapon dealer Blas Maglieri and her wife Annabella Whitewind. Since birth, her father insisted that she use her mother's last name, so she could be protected from his line of business.
She has jet black hair, a beautiful pair of dark blue eyes, that matched the color from the deep waters of the ocean. An olive tanned skin, earned by the long hours she spent outside, a well built body that had seen several years of training and her voice had a rare and dashing italian accent, a rare gift since Italia was devastated by the Third World War in 2068 and by a huge tsunami generated by the most powerful earthquake the planet had ever suffered on 2071, a 9.7 Ritcher's earthquake, that reduced the italian population in the world to less than 0.1%. That was why the accent is now such a rare thing and why italian was considered a dead language for at least the last 80 years.
Finally, the battle against her sorrow was lost and a river of tears start falling from her unblinking eyes. She cried, remembering the good times she had with her father, his trustworthy advice and his protective figure. She cried until her eyes closed in exhaustion, giving her a dreamless sleep. When she cracked her eyes open, she scanned her omnitool trying to determine the time of the day while rubbing the tiredness out of her eyes. After she hit the current program, she noticed that she had slept at least fifteen hours and that she was starving.
Nylara decided to start moving through the huge warehouse, trying to determine where the boxes with food were stashed. She was still a bit awed by the huge building her father gifted her to live in for the time being. A wave of sadness hit her like a ram when she remembered the last words her father spoke to her before leaving her here. "Sweety, stay in this safe warehouse for some time, I have been having some problems with a local gang for a while, and I don't want you to be in danger for the time being. This warehouse and all the items stashed in here are now yours, use it in the way you like and explore it completely, since it has some really nice things that I think you will love. The security system was designed in such a way that it will shoot anything that is not wired to your DNA and you can update it in such a way that you can make other people 'inmune' from the targeting system by uploading the DNA pattern with some specific commands. Stay safe my little girl, and don't fear".
Sighing to herself, she decided that she would not continue torturing herself remembering her father, and continued looking for something edible when she stopped in her tracks as her eyes gazed something that was standing between two crates.
She started approaching something that from distance seemed to be a rather strange grey mech, but when she was edging closer, she started noticing some other features. A lone eye, a semicircle of what seemed like flexible metal on top of it, pulse weapons strapped in his back and in his mechanical thigh. It finally dawned on her with the strength of a rockslide what the mech was. She stood there gaping and with her mouth as dry as the Sahara desert, trying to talk but the only thing she managed was to open and close her mouth like a fish. Finally, she managed to whisper with a low and raspy voice, "A g-geth?... what were you thinking father?"
She was startled when a deep mechanichal voice answered while the only eye lit with it usual glow, "Maglieri Blas was thinking of cooperation between us and also about friendship. One that we enjoyed for the last thirteen years of cooperation. He was the only friend we, the true geth, had ever made. A consensus of peace was achieved between him and us, after we helped him when you were still being programmed by the ones that asumed the roles as your 'parents'."
"Whoa, whoa, wait a second, true geth? Programmed? Consensus? And why are you always talking in plural?"
After a few seconds the voice answered again in the silent walls from the warehouse, "We have reached a consensus and determined that you are allowed to have at least the same level of clearance for our information network as Maglieri Blas. We are true geth. There are two factions amongst the geth. The true ones and the heretic ones. The heretic are serving the Old Machines. These Old Machines are the reason the protheans were terminated 50,000 years ago. After some research we have determined that it wasn't the first time that they have arrived and terminated everything. We have reached a conclusion determining they make a cycle exterminating every sapient being, while hiding between cycles."
"We stated you were programmed, since we have regretfully, low information pertaining to the action designated 'mating' by your people. But the little information we have, states Maglieri Blas, placed an information probe within Whitewind Annabella's firewalls, and expulsed files of data. While most of them were stopped by a superior firewall that had a 99.73% chance of recording them as viruses, a single data process managed to hack the complex defense system and attached to an empty node in the network. There, you started being programmed and after some months of careful calibrations, you passed the test designated 'birth' and started developing in a single mind of your own, receiving extreme physical reconfigurations as time passed, allowing your single unit to 'grow' while you developed internal and external firewalls as well as preparing your body unit to resist hardships by being trained by Maglieri Blas."
When he stopped talking, Nylara was as red as a tomato from of my embarassment. He continued talking without stopping and she silently thanked God, because his neverending chatter allowed me to get my fierce blush under control.
"This is a complex geth unit, with 1183 programs active in it. Normal geth units only have one hundred programs active in them. But since we have 11.83 times the number of active programs, we have 'developed' the ability to talk with organics, understand them and lately learn from them. As for why we reach consensus, it is because we are connected to server hubs and since we are all geth, we need the acknowledgement from all the gestalt programs to make a decision that can affect us all."
"Maglieri Blas asked us to continue the cooperation between our races, by helping you in everything you do. A decision that reached a fast consensus by us. You can decide if you want to be only a coworker or if you will be the second friend we have made in our existence."
The brunette was stunned and felt as her jaw hit the concrete floor. She couldn't believe that one of the last gifts from my father was a fully operational geth unit, with the knowledge of all the gestalt network in it. But at the same time her young mind was racing trying to remember the adventures of her father so she could ubicate where he made contact with him.
He said he knew them for the best part of thirteen years, so... Can it be his last stunt in Omega, where he was running for his life?
"So... tell me you said you've known my father for at least thirteen years, you made contact with him when he was racing from the Batarian Hegemony after the cruiser exploded near Imorkan right?"
"Affirmative, we saved the escape pod from being sucked into the frost planet. A place were he had 99.8% of dying. After that we reached consensus and started working together".
Wait a second "Escape pod? I never heard of that" Nylara said with a clearly confused voice.
He moved his eye flaps a bit and tilted his head a bit to the side in what she assumed was a puzzled position.
"He limited information? Strange. We were 87% sure that he would have told you all the story. As we were telling you before, we grabbed the escape pod, after Maglieri Blas set his ship in a crash course with the Batarian Hegemony cruiser, that resulted in a massive eezo shockwave that changed the pod's course from Omega to the Imorkan planet and that give you your biotic abilities during your programming"
After thinking for a moment about what could have happened if that geth didn't help her father, she couldn't help the involuntary shudder that passed through her. With a thoughtful look, she gazed at the geth again.
"Do you have some kind of name? And do you know where there's food? I'm starving."
He was criptically silent for some seconds and when she thought that she would have to ask again he moved towards a crate that was right next to him.
"Yes, we have a name. However we recommend that you hear the last message from your father first. And the food is in this crate, normal army MRE's".
Nylara slowly begun to feel some moisture in the corner of her eyes.
"Yes, please play the message." was the only thing she could mutter in a choked voice.
The warehouse was silent for a moment as the lights from the geth appeared to be focused inwards.
Maybe reviewing his databanks?
We stay like that for some time until some noise was heard from the geth unit.
"My little girl, if you are hearing this file it is because the gang managed to kill me and because you have found Jax, my geth buddy. I know you girl, I know that you will want to take revenge from the bastards that killed me and I decided to make it my last wish. If that's so, I have sent alongside this message the location of a warehouse from the Irish bastards. When you go against them remember the nine long years of training, I know I pushed you too hard my little girl, but I was hoping that you training was ready when this finally happened. I'm glad to see that it was as I planned. And I'm rather proud to tell you, that you have at least the same training that N7 soldiers have, but at the same time I'm sorry that it caused you so much deprivation and pain. I have to repeat it, I'm deeply sorry about the mechanichal reconstruction we have to do with your arms sweety, I never intended to let that idiot that called himself a biotic teacher go so far."
"I had left with Jax all of your special and customized equipment, and yes it includes my little wicked blade that you loved so much. But before everything, I also left some special things, that I need you to put on before you go against the Irish. The first one is a unique type of biotic amp developed with special tech. It is made with human, geth and, after some years of deep research, a bit of prothean tech. In fact it is made resembling the ancient prothean amps, that were like a network connected to several parts of the brain."
"Don't worry Nyly, Jax is more than capable to implant you with the amp surgically. The second surprise is a pair of special sealed shots. From what I could crack from the protheans writing they are, and I'm quoting here, 'A benefit for a future species, so you do not fail like us'. It is supposed to enhance your biotics by allowing you to use them like a prothean. The other instructions I could decipher said that they had to be put at the same time in a place near your arms, or preferably there."
"The set of skills we worked so hard these years to achieve, will let you be a thief or an assasin easily, so now you have a job after you avenge me from them. Goodbye my little angel, be safe and see you on the other side".
The warehouse quieted down again after the long message, while Jax's eye focused again and started studying the brunette looking for reactions, but she paid no mind as she was stunned by the last message from my father.
Experimental prothean shots? They were there for 5,.000 years, just how the chemichals in them didn't evaporate?.
While she was in it, she started remembering bits of her painful training...
She was four years old, heard her door open and turned to see her father with a strange man that could be called easily a bear...
She was in some combat gear and was trying frantically to dodge the frontal punches from the boxing expert. Dodge. Duck. Sidestep. CRACK. Pain in her wrist...
She was crying in a chair and her father injected something in her broken bones. Upon entering, that 'something' made her feel like her whole wrist was on fire. She started screaming at the top of her lungs. Minutes later the pain stopped and her bone was healed. Now her father concentrates his gaze with her and only says one word. "Again"...
She had at least five teachers, Michael Le R'uleu, her teacher of muay-thay, Steven Scovief her teacher in full contact, Jack 'The Bear' Stackhouse her boxing teacher, Fabio Jordao her teacher of capoeira and finally Dominic Tonalest her street fighting teacher. She learned to hate them all, especially Dominic...
She was nine, she had already had her revenge with Michael, breaking both of his kneecaps; Steven, shoulders dislocated and third degree fracture of his right leg; 'The Bear', both wrists busted and elbows practically obliterated and Fabio, dislocated knees and broken hip. The only one left was Dominic and she was going to enjoy it...
She was mad. Dominic kept dodging her attacks and she couldn't score one complete hit. Suddenly she felt a sudden calm on her mind, how her feet seemed to feel lightier and the world slowed a lot. Sprinting she saw his surprised expression and hit him hard in his jaw with a hand that was coated in blue. Gazing at herself she saw a biotic corona. Saying she was shocked was an understandment...
Her father telling her tips while she was lining her sight with her newly acquired pistol. How she started missing and started getting frustrated with herself. The training with her sniper rifle was a bit better, 'She's truly a natural' she heard one of his father's friends muttering quietly...
The mock battle where she had to survive only using her dual pistols and her sniper while she dodged bullets filled with red paint...
Gabriel D'oneil, that damned irish, her biotic teacher. How he one day snapped and pulled her in the air, and threw her into the ground. Hard. How her body was wrecked and how she was only a step from dying. How her father was so angry that he started shooting at the bastard until he was nothing more than a damn cheese...
How her father introduce her to the fine art of hacking. How he would encourage her to hack first Windows Century: Space edition, the most basic windows system. How after months of hard work, she could finally hack into her father's terminal, one of the best secured terminal on Earth. How her father was so proud when she hacked into his computer...
How her father finally trained her in free running, letting her be with the only friendly teacher she had ever known, Maria Maanderi, her parkour teacher. How she taught her to climb through walls, how she taught her to walk without making a sound, the secrets of the free running and lastly and not less important, how she taught her to be one with the shadows, to dissapear to everyone except the most trained eye...
How her father insisted that she was trained with his weird machete, and her smaller second knife. How he insisted that she leaped from cover to cover while summersaulting and doing other kinds of stuff while trying to behead target placed in different places...
She stopped the painful memories and considered her choices for the future. She could either be as her father said, a very good thief or assasin, they had a nice pay and if you were respected in your job, you could easily live as a king, or in this case like a queen. She could also be a mercenary or... She grinned when she considered her father's words and twisted them with her stoic sense of justice.
She could be both a thief and an assasin, recovering stolen goods and cleaning the universe of it's worst scum. In fact, with her resources and training she could be one hell of a vigilante.
Snapping out of her deep thoughts, she turned her gaze to Jax, who was still studying her with his single eye. She felt more at ease towards the geth with the words of her father.
Besides if this guy will inplant me with that weird amp, I have to at least show him some confidence. Right?
"So Jax, do you have a clean room to put the amp in me?"
"Affirmative. Follow me Whitewind Nylara." He said starting to walk towards the deepest part of the complex.
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Hours later, Nylara awoke to a beautiful headache and a stiff body. She was practically forced to remain lying down in the bed from the clean room. After some minutes, that passed like hours she managed to sit with a groan when the sedatives finally started leaving my system.
"How are you feeling Whitewind Nylara?" A very loud mechanichal voice said from behind me.
"Like my head is being beaten with a giant hammer. Would you mind speaking more quietly or not speak at all? I need a damn glass of water or some sleep to at least try to soothe the damn pain."
Miracously he decided that he didn't need to keep talking, saving me from a more powerful headache, while she leaned down and decided that sleeping would be the best option to save her from a damn migraine or worse.
But hey, why am I complining? It's not like this is experimental technology from a civilization wiped out 50.000 years ago... Ohhh wait... it is. Damn luck...
Nylara awoke hours later, to find out that her head wasn't bothering at all. Sighing with relief she sit up and watched as Jax seemed to be occupied because he was standing at a side from the large room, while having his light in his eye focused inwards.
"Hey are you ok?" She asked a few minutes later as he didn't move at all, not even a small twitch.
"Yes, we ask you a bit more of your patience, since we are playing 'Galaxy of Fantasy' we are currently raiding one of the last bosses from the Perseus Veil Raid".
"What? You play videogames? And more importantly, you play MMORPG?" Nylara asked with a shocked voice.
"Yes, we do. We reached consensus that it would help us to try to understand organics better. In the thirteen years we have passed with your father, we have beaten every single videogame created from 1995 to 2159. We still have to beat eighteen years of games, but we have found that communicating with people help us to understand organics a bit more." He answered with a tone of voice that made me think he was a bit annoyed.
I didn't even know he could feel anything, and he is annoyed with me? I don't know if I'm getting insane from this new amp or not.
"If you are interesed we still have them in our drive core and we could transfer them into your omnitool".
"Sure" She replied with a thoughtful voice, that would certainly give her something to do in the moments she would certainly got bored. Thinking about the amp, she tried to summon her biotics and control them and it was a great surprise when she saw that this amp improved her biotics a lot. She could easily lift the 160 pound bed from the floor without tiring at all.
Damn, that's quite a boost.
Some time later, she noticed that his companion was giving her his full attention so Nylara stopped trying to test her powered biotics, manipulating them again so she would leave everything as it was before.
"So Jax, can you show me my equipment and the pair of shots? I want to go to the Irish and show them that you don't fuck with my family without some very heavy consequences." Nylara growled with a dangerous glint in her eye.
"Affirmative. Follow us." He said while he was leaving the door of the improvised med bay.
When she walked outside of it, she couldn't help but notice the sign that said Warehouse Owner's Bedroom.
So that was the place where I would spent every single night until I left this planet. Nice.
Nylara followed him until he stopped at a rather strange piece of wall, and keyed in a rapid sequence a very large password. Seconds later, the wall retracted a bit and was placed behind another piece of wall, while revealing a narrow path into an iluminated chamber.
Jax felt a bit uneasy as the smile she had on her face upon entering widened dangerously when she got a look at her 'babies' and reached a hasty consensus to never make her angry, because that would only have one outcome; the obliteration of his body.
Her specialized omnitool, that had every single hacking program existing in the galaxy, so she could have fun cracking every single locked door, it had almost five thousand terabytes of free memory, it was synched to her DNA so it couldn't be manipulated or replicated, it had a heat sensor, allowing her to notice every single body within a building and it was powerful enough to try to crack coded transmitions from people like System's Alliance or the salarian STG among others.
Her armor, was a personalized black leather jacket with a white tank top and a strange and comfortable looking pant that had special nanomachines in its fiber that allowed it to adjust to her body like a glove and to be cleaned easily. It has reinforced ceramic plating in its frame, and the plating was made in such way that it was thin and resistent at the same time. It had some heavy kinetic barriers, that were placed in her right hip, just bellow her belt, a black recon hood, a special HUD developed in an eye piece so she could put it into her left eye. It was light grey with white letters in it so she could recieve and read all of the information easily. The HUD inside the glass could tell her if her enemies were biotics or not, the exact distance to its target, a special program in it that will inmediately show any weak point in an armor, so she could exploit it, it was synched to her DNA like her omnitool and last but not less important, an OCD player so she could watch things when she was bored or waiting for someone, the OCD player come incorporated with some headphones that could also be used to hear music from her omnitool. The hood had a special compartment that kept a breather in case she was in a zone heavy in chemichals or if she was dropped in vacuum.
In the weapons rack, there was her second knife, that had ten inchs of deadliness in it, made with the metal geth dropships and armatures had in their armors, making it practically indestructible and allowing it to sink deep into the flesh. The point of the little dagger, was made of carefully forged diamond pointed edge allowing it to tear armor easily if needed.
In one special compartment, they were two identical pistols, heavily modified. They were painted white, and they have some of the best mods of the market regarding to the heat sinks, the precition shooting and the speed in which the bullets were fired, allowing them a greater penetration. The bullets were some piercieng ones that would guarantee that the one in the receiving end of them would have their armor shredded easily.
On a table in the middle of the room, there were placed her two little loves. A sixteen inch curved blade, that her father looted from a high-noble batarian after he killed him in Omega. The blade was practically a piece of art by how it was made. It was made with a very rare batarian method of forging, allowing it to tear most metal into scrap. The blade was made of very sharp diamond and titanium, and had incorporated some tech that made the diamond parts vibrate with some carefully placed eezo, making it possible to cut any type of armor currently at the market. The hilt was wrapped in black puma leather and it had an adorned varren fang in the low part of it.
Her second love was her heavily modified sniper rifle. It was as black as a piece of coal, and it has two dragons engraved into each side of the rifle. The dragons were painted with a deep shade of silver, and they gave the rifle a vintage and deadly image. It was so heavily modified, that it allowed the wielder to shoot up to thirty two shots per heat sink, an allarged barrel that allowed bullets to travel further, it had a special eezo engine that allowed the bullets to travel at very high speeds and a specialized scope. A scope that allowed her to exploit the same features of her HUD. The weapon it had an almost non-existent recoil and it was as light as one of her pistols. It fired some heavy explosive bullets covered with some energy so she could bypass most of the barriers and that would technichally kill or maim everything in the wrong side of them.
She gazed lovingly to her equipment and was snapped out of her thoughtful demenour when her gaze reached a sealed box. Walking up to it she opened it and saw a pair of syringes. Sighing to herself she grabbed them and started walking into her quarters while telling Jax to follow her and putting on the white tank top so the syringes would have an easy path.
A few moments later she positioned herself on top of her bed. She signaled Jax to grab the shots. He positioned himself in front of her and put the shots touching the skin lightly but without penetrating the epidermis.
"Are you ready Whitewind Nylara? The instructions say that it would hurt a bit."
Sighing loudly she steeled her resolve and looked at Jax "Do it."
Nylara closed her eyes as she felt Jax administering the shots. After at least three quarters of the content was in her system, she started feeling some pain and uncounciously sent Jax and the syringes flying into the wall, thanking at the same time that the shots were in a metal tube. She tried to ignore the pain but it started developing at the same time than a very nasty headache. Seconds later the pain advanced, until her whole body felt like it was on fire. Nylara clutched her head and started screaming in pain, while her biotics started to manifest wildly in her surroundings. Her eyes were watering from the pain, and she was startled as her blue biotic corona seemed to be changing into something darker and at the same time brighter.
Then hell happened, she felt like there were hundreds of flaming needles poking into her brain constantly and with a last high-pitched scream of pain she collapsed as everything start fading to black.
A/N: Well, that's the first chapter. You know, I think it was kind of cruel to let you hanging with this cliffhanger, but... well nevermind, you got this cliffhanger and you have to wait for the second chapter ;)
I decided that It would be nice that the universe use heat sinks since the start, because It would simplify some things like for example Elyssi... Whoops too much information. Virus detected, achieving emergency consensus. Start the purge of the memory core.
PD: Yes, I know, what a shitty uprising she had right?
A/N: I apologize if my updates are very discontinuous, but I don't have the amount of free time I really want to write. So whenever I can I will be putting the second chapter.