You run through the early morning routine with relative ease, in a slightly subdued state. You shuffle into the living room, combing your fingers through your messy red hair; you tired green eyes flicking across the room. You didn't have work today, but you sure as hell have a lot of shit to get done.
Your name is Casey Caster. You live alone in a small apartment, working as an officer in the police department nearby. Your detective exam is next week, and since today is a Sunday you've decided to take the day off to 'study,' which inevitably means procrastinating as much as possible to avoid studying. You yawn, kicking your Xbox controller out of your way as you shuffle forward to the kitchen, picking up your phone and scrolling through the messages. Many of them are from your mom, your friend Taavi, and you're Uncle who's been funding your education. You should probably get back to them on that. You shove your phone into your pocket and shuffle up to your pantry, grabbing some generic cereal and pouring it into a bowl and shuffling back onto the couch.
You flop down, already bored, and yawn again, using your hands to eat your dry cereal before pulling you hair back and setting your laptop in your lap.
Your eyes flicker from your inbox icon and the games folder, and you figure it's time to make a moral decision. In your inbox may be something important, but today is your day off. You should be allowed to relax a little, right?
You hide your flashing inbox sign and open up the games folder on your computer. You feel proud that you made the right decision. In a couple years, you'd never be happier that you'd pressed that button.
You glance around through your games folder, finally settling on a game you haven't played in far too long. You're pretty sure that everyone reading this can guess which game it is, that's right, Mass Effect. You decide to play Mass Effect 1, since you cot a new computer recently and all of your data was wiped clean. You make it popped in, so you can still see your Trillian in case someone messages you something important. You spend longer than you should constructing your Shepard, a biracial-looking woman with a wide jaw and short curly hair. You manage to get through a good chunk of the first part of the game before realizing that you've been playing for hours and someone is messaging you on Trillian! You minimize ME, and open up your Trillian so you won't forget.
What you see thoroughly confuses you, you don't know who's chatting with you and, well, they're not exactly speaking English. Line after line of gibberish has been typed, and you decide to reply,
What?
There's a pause. Suddenly, where the weather was clear and sunny before, it started pouring down suddenly, thunder boomed loudly in your room and then, most surprisingly, your laptop exploded in a flash of blue light and you were slammed against the wall. Your vision goes black.
You sit bolt upright, pulled back into consciousness suddenly. You open your eyes and look around. What you see is hard to believe.
The arms of a superstructure reach out in front of you, curving upward. In the distance, you can see what you assume are artificial trees, water… You just can't wrap your thinker around this. The floors and walls are covered with white panels, some sort of tile you guess. There's no way this can be real. You pinch yourself, you must be dreaming. You squeeze y our eyes shut tightly and pinch yourself again, harder. All you manage to do is hurt your arm. When you open your eyes, nothing has changed and, for the first time in years, you feel honestly afraid.
You lean against a wall and sink to the floor, your head in your hands, still trying to work this out in your head. You look up, eyes flashing around a small structure holding a potted plant, and your eyes widen again as you see all kinds of different races walking around like it's nothing. Your eyes connect with a turian's and he squints at you suspiciously before shaking his head at you disapprovingly.
Your head spins as the gravity of the situation drops on your shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
You are not in motherfucking Kansas, anymore.
You are at least 150 years in the future.
You are on the Citadel.
So, that's the beginning ! I know, I know, Its short.
I don't know where this is going, haha, but I have a general idea?
Someone berate me already.
Should I keep the second person thing or no? I know its more closely associated with choose your own adventure books...
Uh, If I get positive feedback, I guess I'll post the next chapter? It WILL be longer, don't worry!
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