Hey, everybody! I should be working on my other projects, but I needed to get this idea out of my head.

The Mass Effect universe belongs to Bioware. Enjoy.


The colony was eerily silent, which was a problem for a colony of it's size. The crops had been trampled underfoot, and chairs and such were overturned. Men and women were strewn across the ground, and bullet holes riddled their bodies.

Suddenly, a scream split the air, and a young Asari was dragged out of one of the rectangular dwellings by her wrist.

"Found 'er!" The batarian held a firm grip on her, but was pushed away by a field of blue energy. He grunted as he hit the wall, and the asari took the chance and started running.

She didn't know where she was going, she just needed to get away.

Her foot collided with something squishy, and she fell. She groaned, grumbling a curse word as she picked herself up off the soft grass. The sight at her feet made her freeze. Her breath came in short gasps as she stared at the body on the grass.

She thought they were slavers, but slavers didn't kill almost every person in the colony.

What is going on here? She thought as she scrambled away from the body, trying desperately to get back on her feet. Her legs wobbled, refusing to cooperate even as a turian and a batarian came running at her.

She could feel tears stinging her eyes as the batarian grabbed her arm. She pulled herself away from him, but not before the butt of his gun collided with her forehead.

She went limp. She wasn't unconscious, just exhausted as they dragged her to a small tent that was set up as a temporary 'Base of Operations'.

The turian inside watched as the batarian dragged her in, then kneeled in front of her. He grabbed her chin, quite gently she noticed, and examined her face. She hadn't noticed the blood running down her forehead until the turian glared up at the batarian.

"I thought I told you idiots not to hurt her!" The batarian shrugged. He didn't think it was that big a deal, but the turian did,"Sorry, Treiyk, but she kept tryin' to get away."

Treiyk let out a low growl,"Just get out." The batarian nodded and left the asari where she was in the grass.

He took her face in his hands again, almost lovingly, and sighed,"You have no idea how important you are." He said it under his breath, and the asari wouldn't have noticed if she hadn't been paying attention.

Another turian entered the tent,"Sir, an Alliance cruiser is entering the atmosphere. What are your orders?"

"Get everyone on the ship, I want you to escort her personally."

"Yes, sir." He grabbed her arm and pulled her up. He seemed in a hurry, and as the asari noticed, almost careless. His grip was more relaxed, and he seemed to have the goal of treating her better then the others had.

She almost felt bad for what she did next.

With a yell she threw him off of her with a blast of biotics, then lifted him up, and slammed him into the ground. The motion was quick, and he had barely touched the ground before she was fleeing again.


She rounded a corner and ran into one of the dwellings, making sure to lock the door behind her. She ignored the body in the corner and seated herself on the floor. She brought her knees up to her chest, stiffling sobs as she listened to the yelling on the other side of the door. She could hear banging , and kept herself silent, hoping they would leave her alone.

Whatever made her important, Treiyk wanted it, bad. She could hear him giving orders to use explosives on the door. She decided that her well being didn't matter, because explosives in such a small area would certainly harm her too.

The voices stopped, and she could hear gunshots echoing outside. She scooted into a corner and curled in on herself, trying to make herself smaller, but to no avail.

The gunshots and yelling stopped, and she could hear orders being given.

"Check every house! Don't leave any rock unturned, or door unopened!"

The voice was feminine, and obviously the one in charge. She could feel herself shaking as a someone knocked,"Hello? Is anyone in there? We're Alliance, please say something."

"You're Alliance?" She asked tentatively.

"Oh! Yes, we are! Can you let me in? I promise, we're here to help you."

She stepped up to the door, her hand lingering on the holopad,"I'm opening the door. I have biotics, so don't try anything." Her voice was hard, but still gave her away as someone young.

She was a child by asari standards, almost 60, but to a human she would appear to be around 15. She finally unlocked the door, every muscle in her body tensing as she prepared herself for a fight.

The quarian on the other side looked up in surprise. Her eyes widened,"You're an asari." She stated, dumbfounded. Many quarians now went without their masks, mostly the youngest. The elders chose to keep their masks on, for tradition.

The asari rolled her eyes,"And you're a quarian. I didn't know Alliance had aliens stationed on their cruisers."

"Ya'Del, what'd you find?" The quarian was about to answer, but turned as a human female came into view.

"A survivor, asari." The human raised an eyebrow as she looked at the young alien.

"An asari on a human colony? Don't you think that's strange?"

"That's what I thought-" The alien in question cleared her throat loudly, violet eyes narrowed at the two,"Stop talking about me like I'm not here."

The human nodded,"Right, sorry. What's your name?"

"Kestya Pearson."