Harbinger Looked out at the Administrators of "I do not see the purpose behind this declaration of non-ownership. The writer of this fiction does not own it otherwise he would be earning many credits in loyalties, which will be irrelevant for the cycle-"
"Oh shut it, Harbinger." Shepard commented from the Audience, throwing popcorn, "Down in Front! On with the show!"
I woke up, and looked up. And up. and up.
"You do not belong here."
I could only nod mutely, as I stared at the hologram of a huge living ship.
"You cannot dare to break the Cycle. You will be eliminated."
I gulp. "C...C-Can't W-w-w-wWe Talk abou-"
"Assuming Direct Control"
I turned to the side, to see a Collector, glowing and all, standing on an approaching platform, and that's when I realised I was either in a Collector ship, or at the Collector Base.
"I suppose it's too much to hope that this is during the suicide mission and I could be rescued? Nope.
"Oh... SH-"
Shepard Frowned, "Well... that was short. Boo!"
Miranda was disturbed, though, "How could he know of the Suicide Mission-"
"Shush, you." Spoke a female Shepard, then turned to the other, male, Shepard. "You knew it was short coming in, John..."