"You'd think that things would settle down and a hero would be rewarded for their selfless service to the Empire…
You'd think that you'd finally have a chance to really live in Tamriel; you know, really enjoy the world around you…
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I thought that would be my reward…
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I was wrong…"
A skinny twenty year old stopped typing and let loose a soft yawn. The dude has been up since yesterday trying to find the perfect beginning for his next Fanfic, "Becoming a Legend". His months of effort have been all for naught since he's been unable to hear the dulcet tone of his imaginary muse, Inspiration©, which was basically a slightly childish voice in his head.
The young man sighed discontentedly at the short passage he had written for his Skyrim Self-Insert; he had gotten some pretty good reviews from his readers on the and wanted to meet their expectations. But alas, the words just wouldn't flow from his aching fingers…
"Shit…," he whispered as he glanced up at the cracked wall clock above his desk. The clock read 7:15 am; he'd been up for twelve hours straight. And he had to show for it were three different prologues and another one four sentences long.
He got up and stumbled his way to the small bathroom down the hall; he needed to take one long piss. Standing before the ivory throne, he let loose four cans worth of Barq's Root Beer and three bottles of Arrowhead water into the ceramic basin. Shaking his leg a few times, he then flushed the liquid away and washed his hands in the nearby sink.
The man then glanced at his small mirror, observing the plain features. He had brown eyes, dulled from lack of sleep and messy black hair in a loose ponytail that ended at the nape of his neck. There was a somewhat large scar on his left cheek, going from the center of his brow to below his left ear. It was a remnant of the only accident he had ever been in; a battle-scar from his insane college days.
He sighed once again and ambled back to his dimly lit room, his too-long flannel pajama bottoms nearly tripping him every step of the way. The young man had just lain down on his bed when a load pounding came echoed through the house.
He bolted up and stumbled towards the front door; there was someone at the front door…
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He lazily peered through the peephole to see what asshole would be up at this ungodly hour…
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He really should have just stayed in bed…
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The young man then fell to the floor, rendered unconscious by a strange blue light that shone brightly from the peephole…
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"Frustrated Query: Would someone please remove the human from my doorstep," the young man could hear a dull voice drone. "Exasperated Comment: The human male is preventing my progress…"
He groaned as he tried to get up and see what was going on; he instead was suddenly lifted up by two pairs of strong hands and was being dragged away from wherever he had been laying. He was unable to stay awake and fell back into the realm of unconsciousness.
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He awoke much later on a hard metal surface; he found himself entangled in a scratchy cloth. Jerking slightly against his restraints, the man stood to his feet and blearily opened his eyes.
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He should have kept them closed…
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He was rewarded with a shocking sight. Standing before him was what he knew to be a turian; which was pretty much impossible as turians were an alien species from Mass Effect, a game developed by Bioware. Unable to believe what he was seeing, the young man stared at the blue-garbed alien.
The turian coughed pointedly to gain the human's attention; the staring was starting to freak him out. The sound startled the stranger out of his reverie; the turian knew that today was gonna be a long one…
Indeed, it had been a long day; the young man had been sure he'd be arrested for who know's how many charges since he was sure he had absolutely no records within the C-sec database.
Heck, there was probably no record of him anywhere!
Luckily, or rather miraculously, there were records of him in this universe…
Apparently, the young man was named Jonathan Lucas. He's supposed to be this orphaned mechanical-engineering prodigy from Earth that hacked into the Alliance mainframe to sneak his way off of the planet. It had worked at first; he was eventually discovered three weeks later when he tried to do the same to the Citadel security mainframe. No charges were filed due to some backdoor deals. In return for a clean record, Jonathan helped repair the various damages to the most important systems (to the higher ups) free of charge.
Three months later, Jonathan was a free man.
Currently, he was supposedly an independent inventor who designs varied depending on his mood. Right now, his best selling, and only, product was a protocol mech used as a tour guide for various agencies.
The young man now known as Jonathan Lucas left the C-sec detainment cells and returned to his home; how he knew where the apartment was, he hadn't a clue.
Jonathan Lucas stumbled into his three bedroom apartment (which was shockingly similar to his old one from his universe, just with more metal surfaces) and collapsed on the couch. He had a splitting headache from the surges of memories that were merging with his own. The flashing images and cacophony of sounds created a strange music that lulled him into a deep sleep…
Unintelligible symbols and numbers became complex algorithms and software designs; he understood the theories behind the so-called mass effect and knew everything this universe's version of him knew. The old-him and new-him combined; the next time Jonathan opened his eyes, the true him would be awake as well.
Well, for those wanting a Becoming a Legend chapter; sorry for the disappointment…
For those wanting something new; here is a new story to pass the time!
I have come into the Mass Effect Universe during the two year gap between ME1 and ME2; I'll need to make a name for myself and get onto the Normandy in exactly one year, five months and three days.
Know this!
I will meet up with our favorite sexy Cerberus lackey next chapter.
I will NOT be a Cerberus operative or an Alliance soldier/engineer or a member of any specific 'faction'; I'm basically an independent like Kasumi/Mordin/Jack.
I'll have an upgrade for the Normandy and a loyalty mission just like everyone else; not counting canon Zaeed and Kasumi.
I'll be adding in upgrades for them to provide as well.
Specifics will soon be found on my profile…
P.S. My writing is turning to crap; at least from my POV…