A/N: Heeeellloooo Fanfiction! Long time reader, short time writer. Something I've always aspired to do with my free time in my life. I know this won't be as good as I hope but this piece is merley for me to test the water for sharks (and trolls). As A massive fan of Mass Effect, I've read close to a hundred stories on this site and most of them inspired me to start my own story along as creating my own OC. Well, let's try this, shall we?

Prologue: I've gotten in way over my head.

Space. It was gorgeous. The vast endless bloom of tiny dots and darkness. Sure, it was not much to look at, but it gave me the peace I needed for my life. My radio crackled to life as a tired CO came yawning into the mike.

"Lieutenant Herold, status?"

I calmly pressed a few button on my wrist, opening the channel.

"Nothing much, looking at rocks, chilling with the rover. What's up Captain?"

"Space." He sarcastically replied.

"Good one." I quickly came back with.

"Thanks, I try. We need the rover back to the CP right now. Some of the lab coats want to go to that dig sight we just found."

"Seriously? What is it now?"

"They found something...something big."

"Like what?"

"I don't know but they're kicking and screaming like children to get there."

"Babysitting duty again?"

"Appears so."

"Fine, I'll be there in a second." I sighed. I closed the link and climbed into the rover. To describe the rover bluntly, it's pretty much a golf cart with AT-Wheels. Yeah, nothing too fancy. I kicked it into gear and it rolled across the landscape. The sun beat down upon the moon's surface as soon as it began its orbit trek to get some night on China. Seeing the moon from Earth, yea nothing special. But when you're on it yourself seeing the roving continents and landscapes of Earth is something a 1960's Sci-Fi nerd would cream his pants to see. The sun rose over the Command Post in front of me as I slowly made my way over. The Command Post was...typical. A large building in the center surrounded by a bunch of smaller buildings and tents. As I drove the rover towards the center building, I noticed a large mob of the crew in their space suits. Their insignias on their shoulders represented that their were part of the science wing. "Ah god damn it." I said to myself. If it wasn't for the big bug eyed helmet, I would've facepalmed my forehead until it was read and hurting. As I got closer, I started to hear some of the mob's complaints. "We have to go NOW!" their leader screamed. "The artifact is starting to-"
He quickly cut himself off. This time, it was the Captain's turn to speak at his newfound interest. "Starting to what?" He asked as he slowly walked towards the leader, his arms crossed. "I-I'm afraid that has been currently classified under direction of the S.E.O(Space Excavation Organization)." I pulled the rover alongside the group. "Ah, yes, the jarhead." He said with disgust. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked with a hint of insult in my voice.

"It means you should've stayed in Iraq instead of volunteering as our 'escort'." The scientist said, using his fingers for air-quotations. Did that asshole just air-quote me? That son of a bitch...

"Listen, the rover's here but there's only room for 3 of your crew so do you want to head out or not?" I said annoyingly.

The 'good' doctor grunted as he looked at his options. He finally sighed in annoyance as he made his choice. "Fine...Baxter, Jarcous, get in the rover."

"I'm glad you see it my way." Herold said under his breath.

"Unfortunately, I have to."

"Alright Doctor...?"

"Karlheinz, Josef Karlheinz."

"Alright, Lieutenant Nolan Herold at your service." I smiled under my helmet I he gave a small salute.

"Skip the pleasantries Lieutenant, we need to move."

"Alright, jeez, let's move doctor ball buster."

The rover stopped in front of the...well...hole. The excavations sight was, to be it bluntly, a giant hole. As soon as it stopped, the science team moved in, filing into the elevator. I sighed with frustration as I followed. One of the sucky side effects of being an escort to a bunch of eggheads. The mining shaft moved painfully slow as the team seemed to be quite anxious. They were jumping around, jittery as all Hell. Whatever happened down there, was pretty fucking important. The shaft finally came to an end after a gruelling 5 minutes. Even though I've never been down here before, it was exactly what I imagined. Dark, rocky, well...sciency shit. The science team rushed off into the tunnel, towards an ominous glow. I rolled my eyes and walked after them. To this day, I don't know whether to be glad or regretful.

I entered the cave and saw nothing but a horde of scientists staring at a glow. I decided to push my way through them to find out what they were staring at. What was there caught me by surprise. The area was set up like a tiny shrine with a small floating orb in the middle. The orb caught me in a trance, completely numbing my body and sending everything in my peripheral vision black. The only thing I could see was the orb. It...made my mind go blank, making me slowly walk towards it. Voices...hushed, mumbling, whispering voices echoed throughout my head. My body was no longer in control. My hand raised itself towards it as I walked. Every nerve vibrated, every feeling went wild. Then I touched the Orb and everything shut out. My mind wiped itself out, everything was dark and I found myself staring into nothing.

My eyes slowly started to open. Everything was blurry but somewhat visible but something caught my breath. There was a gun barrel in my face and behind that barrel was...a robot. A robot with a flashlight for a head. It seemed to say something, static most likely then some kind of liquid spilled over my visor. Wait, visor? This visor was in a slit, not round that covered the helmet. I reached my hand up and discovered it was in some kind of gauntlet, purple armor...
I was suddenly grabbed by my back and dragged behind some rock. My eyes started to adjust, getting somewhat better after my blackout. My body was pushed against the rock and I caught my first glimpse of my savior. A soldier, female by the looks of her body, in pure white armor. She at me and yelled, her voice muffled in my mind. Everything was muffled, nothing was clear. Not even the gunfire or explosions. "What the fuck.." I said even though I couldn't hear myself.
The woman took me by the shoulders and shook me, screaming. "LT! Are you okay!"

"Yea, sure...who are you..."

The woman shot 2 more robots with her pistol as they charged from behind. The fire died, leaving a brief moment for peace. A medic came over and began to check on my, taking off my helmet and I...tasted smoke. I heard screams. I saw destruction.

"What the Hell is going on?"

"Some kind of robots are attacking the colony sir."

"I...But...Who the Hell are you? Where the Hell am I? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!
I was seriously becoming hysterical. It was funny concerning my military discipline but, this time was an exception. The woman knelt down and looked at me with a concerning look.

"Sir...what happened to you?"

"Don't tell me that shit! And who the fuck are you!"

She stood up with a sigh and gave a small, disappointing salute. "Gunnery Sergeant Ashley Williams, sir."