AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just started up a youtube channel and one of my first LPs is of Mass Effect. Just search for The Tired Dad Plays.
You can also follow me on twitter here: ShawnHerndon1
Earth: Location unknown
Cerberus logs: Project Zero
Author: Dr. Taylor Sanchez
Day 1: Excitement wouldn't even begin to cover how I feel at this moment. After years of being turned down by Alliance brass and private corporations, I finally got the approval for the research that will begin the next stage of human development. When this is all over, I'll be known as the man who ushered in the next era for humanity. The short-sighted will call my methods unethical but the malcontents will be forgotten once the results are seen. The Illusive Man understands this. I won't let my people down. We got our first batch of subjects in. 10 of the children are prime candidates, and the other 500 will be used to test the more extreme ideas. We begin in the morning.
Day 35: The first results are in. I have to say, things are moving a bit slower than I hoped, but faster than I feared. Of the 10 primes, only 5 remain; 3 boys and 2 girls. Both the females show the most promise. Both were exposed to eezo at a young age and their initial readings were off the chart. Because of this, they've both been tapped for 2 branches of biotics research. The males will be used to test out more traditional avenues of producing a super soldier. They have been moved to other cells, while the females remain my subjects. They've been reclassified as Subject Zero and Subject Prime. Zero will fall under the care of my colleague. She'll be tested under the theory that experimental amps are the key to increasing biotic aptitude. Used in conjunction with mental conditioning, the hope is to create a more powerful biotic than ever recorded. I doubt the results, but every little bit helps. As for Prime, she will be my domain. I have already begun the process.
Day 174: The first surgery for Prime was a major success. We have implanted several new forms of cybernetics. Not even the Salarians have attempted what we have accomplished. Most wouldn't think to use it on living subjects. But to create something perfect, first you must destroy something mundane. More surgeries will follow in the coming months. I foresee no problems.
On a personal note, something odd today. While leaving Prime in her cell, I noticed the way she looked at me. It's hard to articulate what I saw. As preposterous as it sounds, it was almost like a fire burned in her eyes. Another oddity; as I left the room I saw her put her blanket over Zero, who was weeping in the corner. I thought the reeducation material had broken through by now. I'll inform the other agents to move onto more extreme methods.
Year 1: It's been one year since we began and already we have seen amazing results. Thanks to my success, the Illusive Man has doubled our budget and doubled our personnel. Not to mention, given us access to more subjects. He seems most pleased with the success of the final cybernetic surgery to Prime. If I'm correct her implants will produce a vast increase to her strength, speed, stamina and cognitive abilities. She's already proven to be immune to even the most deadly diseases. We've injected her with everything on file from the CDC and she's passed with flying colors. The process wasn't painless however much to my disappointment. It seems that even if she does not die and her body is able to fight it off, it's not without a cost to the subject. I do not hold her failing personal though. We did the best we could and what we have accomplished is light years ahead of the other species. Over the next year I plan to test her against alien diseases as well.
Year 1.75: We've moved onto training and study. Hand-to-hand combat is being taken care of by some of the best our organization has to offer. Thanks to Prime's cybernetics, she's able to take on grown soldiers, despite her young age. It is true that each session ends with her bloodied and broken but she heals at such a rapid pace that she is able to go again in less than 75 hours. That was after her most extreme injuries; a broken neck, gouged eyes, ruptured organs and a light brain hemorrhage. I approved each before they took place. We lost nearly 100 of the test subjects before I felt comfortable approving that session but it was worth it. And it can be improved with some new ideas I got after reading over the codex file of one of the alien species known as the Krogan.
Year 3.50: If I had told myself when this all started that we could accomplish such a feat, I would have laughed myself a madman, but it worked. Prime now has a redundant system. Multiple organs, multiple nervous systems, a 400 % increase in white blood cells. Despite depleting the rest of my subjects to accomplish this historic goal, it was well worth it. Last night I got the results from Prime's latest training session. After she killed an entire squad that was fully armed, the troops shot her 15 times unarmored. And as of this writing she has completely healed. It's remarkable but with the advancements she now has, by the time she is fully grown I would not be surprised if she could take out an entire platoon unarmed and alone. I gave the Illusive Man the results and he believes we could break this down to be used for all troops. He promises me a long future with the organization.
Year 4.99: There was an incident last week. I've been busy getting the project back on track so I haven't had time to put my thoughts to note. I had never thought that housing Zero and Prime together would create such a bond. I was assured the reeducation was working. They should not have been able to work together. Frankly, I was looking forward to the day where Prime killed Zero and put my so-called fellow Doctor's research to shame. But I am not a novice. I will not deny what the evidence shows. They were almost able to escape, in a plan that I can only assume has been years in the making. Several buildings in the facility were destroyed and half the staff is gone. Thankfully we were able to stop them alive if not unharmed. They are now being kept separate. We lost 10 soldiers to accomplish that. Such a waste. We are not taking the chance of this happening again. Last night, I got approval to take Prime to another cell. We leave in the morning. She'll never see Zero again and we can put this set back behind us.
Urdnot Wrex finished reading the notes again. The tall reptilian warrior was hunched over the console, having just finishing reading the logs. The muscles under his red scales were pulled so tight they threatened to burst. After storming the center, he found the human in the final room. His predatory gaze turned to the doctor, a snarl showing rows of sharp teeth.
"You filthy fucker. I'm going to enjoy this." Wrex turned towards the man in the stained lab coat who was being held up by two other krogan warriors. When they found him, has was trying to punch a command into the console Wrex found with the logs. Most likely a self-destruct type of thing the battlemaster assumed. He knew these types. He's killed this kind of scum many times over.
"Don't waste your breath freak. I sent off all my data. The humans will be stronger for this. You cannot stop us. We will domina-" His words were cut off when Wrex grabbed his lower jaw and with a gargantuan force of strength, ripped it from his face. The man's tongue dangled from what was his mouth as he tried to scream. It only came out as guttural noises. Without wasting any more time, Wrex took the mandible and slammed it into the man's eyes and didn't stop pushing until the doctor stopped making noise.
Wrex could only grunt with a grim satisfaction. What was done here is unthinkable to his people. So many dead taks; children to the humans. The most precious beings in the galaxy. Every krogan knew that. So rare they were for Wrex, to imagine a race to have killed more than 2000 in the name of science was too much. It's why he took this job from the Shadow Broker. It was personal to him. Someone would have to stop this. He had only just recently returned home to try and reunite the Clans when he got the request. It was the only job he had taken in years. He could not be happier to have brought this to an end and at the same time cursed the day he accepted the job. What he saw here, he would never forget.
He turned from the corpse as his warriors dragged it off to go with the rest of the pile. Now he faced a set of doors next to each other. There was only one thing left to do. The Shadow Broker had been clear, Prime and Zero were to be killed. He was willing before he read the logs. Now he merely stood and brooded while his hand hovered over the security console for the door marked as 'Prime'.