I know you are all probably mad at me for not coming out with the damn story yet, and you have every right to be. I had to develop the inner workings of the plot with the large amounts of characters I got, as well as their interactions with their squads. That and I didn't do any work during July, because the whole month just sucked absolute dick this year for me. I went through a lot of tough shit, and some of it still lingers. But! I felt it was not fair to you guys to just sit and do nothing. Now, I know this isn't THE N7 story, but it coincides with it, and the N7 story with everybody's characters will be out soon, I promise. Now, without further ado, I present the first chapter of N7: Earth.

"Speaking"

Thinking

Letter/Website Writing

"Cellphone/Communicator Speak"

000

September 20th, 2186

Earth

Vancouver, United North American States

Sunlight pierced through the blinds of the apartment's bedroom. The lone occupant of the bed squeezed her eyes shut, as an attempt to ward off the blinding light and the awakening that would indefinitely follow.

Groaning, she rolled onto her back. Although the blanket had long been thrown to the floor and the thin bed sheet was in a position where it barely covered her body, the woman, who was of Japanese descent, was covered in sweat.

She apparently gave up trying to sleep, because she sat up on the bed, a hand held to her face. Though bedraggled, anyone would tell you that she was a beautiful woman. She had long, silky black hair, and smooth skin that was only interrupted by the occasional scar or burn. Her body was quite curvy, but also very well-muscled, with broad shoulders and a toned six pack.

"Ugh, this has GOT to be the worst morning of the worst week EVER." She growled into her hand. I have been in some of the worst combat zones of the galaxy, and I still don't think any other week has been more stressful in my life. I had to fly all the way here from my house in Japan, where I was enjoying my time of leave, and what does Admiral Anderson jump me with the second my shuttle lands? That I have to deliver a testimony about Commander John Shepard. John Shepard of all people is being tried with some bullshit claim of war crimes. They make me wait three goddamn hours before they see me, then pound me with questions about John's character. The character man that put the whole fucking Systems Alliance where it is today in the galaxy is being questioned. Un-fucking-believable. All the while, I've had a killer headache for the past two days and top the whole fucking list off, mother nature decided to fucking give her monthly visit, TODAY!

She remembered her shock at the news when she arrived. For the past nine months, the galaxy knew Commander Shepard had been locked up, but no one knew for what reason. She had been here earlier, when he was first put under house arrest. If it wasn't for Admiral Anderson, she wouldn't have been able to see him at all. And she only had a few minutes with him. Well, and the large guard in the room.

I'm pretty sure that marine was checking me out that whole visit.

The comfortable silence her room was in was interrupted by the loud beeping of her omni-tool. She growled again. "Oh now what!?"

She grabbed her omni-tool and answered the call. "Captain Saeko Busujima." She said professionally.

"Saeko. Its Anderson."

Saeko straightened immediately. "Anderson? What's up? Do you need me for anything?"

"No, you've done enough for me, thank you. I really do appreciate you coming out here for me. And, well Shepard. I just wanted to let you know that I'm heading to see him now. The Committee is going to see him today. For better or worse, it's going down today. I just thought you of all people would want to know."

Saeko blinked a couple times. "Yes sir. Thank you, I appreciate it. Give him my best."

"Oh, one more thing Saeko."

"Sir?"

"I don't know what you two talked about when you visited, or what he has told over the past few years but, be ready. Our long range scanners have picked up something big headed toward Earth. Take that how you want, Anderson out."

"Anderson, wait!" She said, but the call was cut.

"Something headed our way? Could it be… the Reapers?" She pondered aloud. John had told her about them right before he went missing in action. She, along with many of the Special Forces community, believed him, or at least believed that we should be ready just in case.

After a quick shower, Saeko put on a pair of black cargo pants, military boots, a black tank top, and her N7 hoodie. As she went to leave the apartment, she hesitated. She turned, unlocked a cabinet, and pulled out an M-5 Phalanx heavy pistol.

It was a warm day in Vancouver, and many were out enjoying the day. Saeko had sent several messages to here team and any N7 personnel she knew were on planet. She also made a quick call to the boys at The Villa, the N7 training facility in Rio.

Her abdomen cramped up again stopping her. She sat down on a bench, resting her arms on the top of the back rest of the bench. This had the undesired effect of pushing her large chest out. As she let her head back, trying to relax till her cramps subsided, she turned her head, noticing several men pretending to read newspapers or just outright staring. Her pretty features formed a scowl. "I'm in the military, I'm probably physically stronger than all of you, and to top it off, I'm PMSing. Piss off." All the men promptly walked away.

Her cramping subsided, and Saeko stood up from the bench. Suddenly, a loud brain piercing booming noise filled the air. Like some computer white noise blasted through everything.

Because of her military training, Saeko recovered faster than the civilians around her. She looked forward to spot any hostiles, and her face transformed steadily into shock and horror as her eyes just kept climbing.

"That's…THAT'S a Reaper!?" She gasped as she stood, horrified at the massive metal monster that must have been miles away, and still appeared that large.

I was expecting a ground invasion force of hostiles with advanced weaponry, like the Collectors. John didn't say they were something out of a Godzilla movie!

Several meteor pods impacted across the street. Saeko drew her Phalanx as a few Husks and an unknown type of hostile appeared. As they started to open fire on the civilians still in the area, Saeko unloaded bullets after bullet into the head of the unknown hostiles. Two fell rather quickly, but the last turned and aimed and fired at her.

Jumping behind a nearby parked car, she cursed. Fuck! I didn't bring my shield generator! I take any of those round I may as well be dead. The N7 Captain lifted her pistol and started blind firing over the car. The ever frustrating hiss and alarm of an overheated clip sounded off, and so Saeko pulled her pistol back to pop in another clip. Before she could however, she heard something jump on the car. As she looked up, the Husk jumped down on top of her. Reacting immediately, she lifted her legs, wrapping her ankles around the Husk's head, and bringing them down to slam its head onto the concrete, killing it.

She stood, once again looking around, seeing three more Reapers had landed in the city. And that was with her vision obscured by the surrounding skyscrapers. Red beams flew from the Obelisks and sometimes destroyed entire buildings in one blow. Military and Evacuation shuttles alike suddenly filled the airspace, many being shot down or chased by these flying creatures or what she guessed were Reaper fighters.

"I gotta get to the nearest barracks. That is if the damn thing is still in one piece."