Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter of Mass Reality...Hey, you there with the weird look on their face! I know it's a dumb name now get off my back. Anywho, here's the second chapter, enjoy!
Chapter One: Awakening
September 18, 2176
Christopher Huerta Memorial Hospital, Presidium, Citadel
"I...n't...wonder...survived."
Where the hell is that voice coming from? I can't quite make out what it's saying, and there's an annoying constant beeping noise accompanying it.
"...coma...four months...another month...transfer..."
Wait...are they talking about me? That beeping noise is starting to become louder, and there's a strange smell in the air.
"...never seen...this age...such...erful...otic reaction..."
That statement snaps me back to reality. I sit up so fast I make the nurse scream and make the doctor jump back. My eyes dart around the room, taking in my surroundings. The beeping noise turns out to be a cardiogram, and the strange smell, which is sharper now, turns out to be antiseptic. Seeing the other occupants of the room makes me start to freak out. The nurse was an asari and the doctor was a turian. Oh god, it really happened! I died, woke up in the Mass Effect Universe, and almost died again in an explosion...and holy shit I'm glowing blue! Now I really start to lose it and begin hyperventilating...which causes the glow to increase in intensity.
"Sir, please calm down!" yells a flanging voice.
Still freaking out my head snaps towards the sound of the voice, the turian doctor. From the looks of it, the turian was male judging by the crest of horns and his face plates were tattooed with a white pattern.
"Sir, you were in an accident. You've just woken up from a four month long coma," the doctor explains calmly. "Sir, can you remember your name?"
Huh, he's worried about amnesia. I can play that to my advantage. Also the fact that he thinks I'm freaking out because I don't know where I am is...actually scratch that thought. That is worrying, but totally solveable.
"M-my name is Michael. Michael Barnes," I manage to croak out, voice raspy from unuse. "W-where am I and why am I glowing?"
"You're in the coma ward at Huerta Memorial Hospital. As for the glowing, the accident you were caught in was caused by an Alliance shuttle carrying eezo," the doctor starts explaining in that flanging voice of his. "You were exposed to a high amount of it. In fact it's a miracle you survived not to mention developing biotics at the age you are. I'd go so far to say that your reaction is one of the more powerful reactions I've ever seen in a human. I can actually only think of one other biotic who stands out as having had a greater potential than you, but we'll get to that later.
"Now, since this isn't a condition present since birth that you were allowed to develop into, on top of the magnitude of the reaction, there were some negative side effects. To compensate for the energy used, your body fat was consumed at an incredibly alarming rate. We were able to counteract that by feeding you intravenously, but you lost a considerable amount of weight. We also had to repair several organs due to both damage from the explosion's shockwave and your body trying to consume itself for energy. You'll need training to control your biotics so that the same thing doesn't happen again. Before I get to that do you have any questions?"
I silently mull that over. Biotics powerful enough to only be outshined by one other person, not including Jack. I can't say I was expecting that, but I'll take whatever I can get. I'll need it for later, though the prospect of losing control and rapidly starving myself to death is very non-appealing. So the doctor is right I need training, which probably won't be a problem as the Alliance will be looking to save face and will most likely send someone to train me, as their transport vehicle caused the accident. Maybe I can gain a name for myself and it'll be that much easier to convince Shepard to let me join the team once it's time to stop Saren. Speaking of which, time to play up the amnesia...
"Actually doc, I do have quite a few," I start, trying to sound nervous, which isn't all that hard cause damn turians look intimidating. "What's the date, in uh, Earth Standard Time? I can remember things like what I learned in school, but the year and my life before the accident is gone...though I do remember my back feeling different. Now it feels...loose for lack of a better description. What happened to it? And finally who is going to be training me to control my biotics?"
The looks of pity I get from both the doctor and the nurse are annoying, but I don't let it show. With a sigh the asari nurse speaks in a soft, soothing voice. "The current date is September 18, 2176 according to Earth Standard Time. I am sorry to hear about your memory loss, but you did take quite the blow to the head when you were tossed away by the explosion. It pains me to say this, but you may never regain those memories. Even the asari that specialize in psychological trauma were unable to find out more than your name from your mind. The other memories are as you put it, simply not there.
"As for your back, after the explosion you had multiple broken bones throughout your body so we had to preform surgery to reset them. However imagine our surprise when we found what appeared to be 21st century corrective hardware for scholiosis. Whoever your parents are, or were, they must have been extremely poor to not be able to afford any other procedure. We removed the hardware and applied the gene therapy to permanately fix your spinal problems," at this she pauses and giggles. "Also, since the Alliance was paying for everything we fixed your vision too. As for who is going to teach you to control your abilities, she's the Alliance's best biotic, but we'll let her introduce herself."
Huh, they couldn't access my memories? Well I guess that's a good— wait hold up. Her? I don't remember there being any noteable female biotics in the Alliance unless...No. Fucking. Way.
The doctor paged someone into the room, and a couple minutes later the door opened with a woosh. In walked a girl who couldn't possibly be more than a couple of years older than me. She was wearing a tank top with the Alliance symbol emblazoned across the chest and a pair of black jeans, both of which hugged and accentuated her amazing figure. Two emerald eyes, a splash of freckles across her cute nose, and thin lips completed her pretty heart shaped face. But the thing that caught my attention the most, believe it or not was her hair. She wore it down and it went to about the middle of her back. (I actually found myself wondering how it could be so long if she was military.) It framed her face perfectly and a few strands fell in her face which she immediately tried to blow out of the way, only to fail causing her to pout cutely. However all of that was secondary observation, due to the fact that her hair was a firey red. Not that died bright actual red. I mean like a natural red hair color that when it catches the light just right, like now for instance, it looks like fire. Oh boy, seems like this universe is playing on my weakness for redheads.
"Hi! My name's Allyson Shepard!" she exclaims in a bright, cheery tone complete with a beautiful smile. Why hello, that's not Jennifer Hale. She sounds more feminine than the original voice actress...hmm fitting. "I'm gonna train you in using biotics so you don't fry your brain or something."
I know I should say something but damn. I can't help but just stare. Of course after a minute or two she starts rubbing her right arm sheepishly and looks away to the left. Great I creeped her out.
"Umm...are you gonna say anything?" she asks, sounding embarrassed.
And lo and behold my brain stops working, because the words that come out of my mouth are, "By the gods, you're gorgeous."
...Jesus fuck, did I just say that? Apparently so, because her eyes snap towards me so fast, I'm surprised it didn't make a noise. Oh geezus, I just want to crawl into a hole and die. Maybe there's a chance she'll forget...though that grin forming tells me otherwise.
"You're never gonna let me live this down, are you?" I ask, already knowing the likely answer.
Shaking her head no, her grin gets even bigger. "I think training you is gonna be fun."
Somehow that doesn't fill me with confidence. What a great birthday.
And there you have it folks. The end of chapter two. Please leave review and tell me how I'm doing or inform me of any mistakes I have made so that I may fix them. Oh and don't hate me for changing the voice of femshep...nothing against Jennifer Hale, but her voice doesn't quite fit the...personality of my perceived Shepard, and all her quirks that shall be revealed at a later time. So until next week guys! Bye!
