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This here is my story that I have planed on for a very, very long time now. I wanted to do a crossover of F.E.A.R. and Mass Effect, because throughout the history of this site, no one has ever bothered on finishing a F.E.A.R. ME crossover. So it will be the first (I think) to be finished. Oh and I own absolutely nothing

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Inspired by FEAR Effect and Harbinger. All ME and F.E.A.R. xovers that I hope I get to talk with the writers to such good stories.

Oh and FYI this there of course will be character death due to what happened in the suicide mission when my sis played the second game of Mass Effect. So technically the Shepard in this story is based off of my sisters.

Warning: Contains character death. strong language, expect this story to have some OC's. Be sure to read and review if you so choose. Provide me with some useful criticism too to help me be a better writer. -Skullface


Interval 1 Resurrection

He had watched Jin take his sibling. He had watched them escape, and he has been left to buy them some more time. He was regretting much from his past. He was only a monster and that is what he will forever be dubbed as. He was bleeding and dying. Never had his mother held him as a child, and never will he ever see his youngest sibling grow. He wondered where he will go? Hell or Heaven? He regrets a lot. He watched Douglas die saving Jin when he awoke from that fucked up vision with Jin dying in that hospital.

Had he ever had a name? Was there ever a moment in his life when he was a normal man? Was he just seen as a mass killing tool of destruction? Did Jin see him that way? His mother...the mother of the apocalypse, she had finally been laid to rest right before him and moved to someplace that is hopefully better.

All the Point Man did know, however at this very point, was that he is off and away in a tube and locked away in a secret facility, just like mother. Armacham has just been busted by the government and now they're finished. They at least want there most precious creation put away, out of the hands of the government. Point Man got himself captured after getting pinned in a warehouse of all places. Tried to evade those Armacham grunts within the building, but it all backfired with them being able to surround it. In the process the sent in wave upon wave of soldiers who soon overwhelmed him.

As Point Man began to feel the cold enter his body, he had his last train of thoughts on a possible family. He saw his mother and his brother. Maybe they would have gotten along if that bastard grandfather wasn't a monster. Problem with thoughts is that they are just thoughts, nothing more. He will never have that life.

Point Man closed his eyes as he heard the sounds of air being blown into the tube to render him unconscious. Point Man would probably be laughing maybe a little, or crying if he had any real emotions. He only had them when he was with his youngest sibling, the third child. A sibling he wanted to raise as his own and cherish. It has been a long, long time, since he actually slept. What would he dream of he wondered? Will he see his ghost and demons again or maybe something that has to do with his mother? It doesn't matter. This is what's happening and no force on Heaven or Earth is going to change this. Maybe he will die...hopefully. He's been a lab rat. Maybe if God did exists, he will look upon his soul with pity.

But again, those are just thoughts. And eventually, everyone had to face the cold hard truth, that life is just not fair. And the world is a dark and scary place with a lot of evil people.

Point Man wondered about that last part. He wondered who is he under all of this good and evil. His whole life he has followed orders. Orders that had him kill his brother and almost his youngest sibling. And still he wondered...is he really a 'person?' Or is he a 'monster?'

Point Man allowed himself to ask these questions as he continued to think of a possible family and what his gravestone might say. "Here lies 'The monster who killed nearly thousands and now is where he belongs' ".

Maybe it was a worthy fate.

Or maybe it isn't.

None of it matters now nothing really truly matters when you are about to die. Death is blind when it comes down to the last second of one's life and it made Point Man smile a little. At least in death one could be treated fairly and no longer suffers. Maybe on the other side Point Man will be able to see a place that he could call home. Whatever may lay on the other side, Point Man braced himself for whatever this cruel world can toss at him next.

For he had accomplished his mission. He had given his youngest sibling live. He knows that somewhere far away that she will live in harmony and have what he never had. Life and freedom.

The 32 year old man smiled as he wondered what would be the kids name? Will the kid have friends and go to school and become something? Point Man hoped so.Point Man.

A military squad position he was given and was dubbed with as a name by his fellow soldiers. How will he be remembered? He didn't think to hard on this, he wanted to have peace before he was put to sleep by the Armacham lab workers that were all around him.

They were scurrying around like rats and eyeballing him occasionally. They were talking about him. They were mentioning something about Revelations.

Revelations was a word that meant sudden truth. In other words it meant something like coming to understand things that were not known until just now.

As Point Man looked at one of the lab workers who were studying him with her eyes, she seemed to be writing things down. She stopped a little while to look up and seen him eying her. She diverts her gaze and then she walks away, but in her steps she stops and turns back around to face the first born son of Alma Wade.

"Some day...you will be reawakened. resurrected like a new born. It won't be until all of this mess is sorted out with the United States. But you will be awaken again. This I can promise you. But it won't be until everything is sorted out." The woman then walked closer to the Point Man and then took off the gas mask she was wearing.

She had blonde hair and grey eyes and seemed to stare directly at the Point Mans soul.

"You are the perfect soldier. Years from now we will release you and continue our work. This is for the greater good. This is for the strength of humanity. You have to understand why we do all of this. I'm sorry." She says as she then walks off putting her mask on and leaving the Point Man strapped down in his cryo tube.

"Prepping cryogenic sleep. In five, in four." An intercom voiced over.

It came down to this? Everything he went through and this is to be the end of it all?


160 years later. On a cargo station in Alliance space near the Exodus Cluster.

They fell in line awaiting orders from their commanding officer. There were twenty of them. Five Krogan and the rest human. They were all geared with assault rifles and shotguns. All of them well-paid mercs and were patiently waiting for the tube to come into place. It had been a nice little run. They managed to rack up a little body count along the way of getting here.

"Remember what we discussed...this man is no ordinary son of a bitch." The human commanding officer said. "He's a damn one man army. If what the guy says is true, he has killed thousands. So watch yourselves, but keep your eyes on the prize, gentlemen. We are getting a good ass bounty for this run, but remember watch yourselves."

As the tube slowly began to open, the men all trained their guns on the target. "And don't kill the guy, we need him alive. We are getting paid for him to be alive remember that, so if he fights try to sedate his ass!" Ordered the commander. As the pod opened up a man was laying there. He was just asleep as the guys said he would be. And now all they had to do was bring him to the buyers. Easy, right?

As the pod came into place and gas began to leave the chamber in which the pod came into view causing the mercs to ready their weapons for any given situation. Though some may have been new mercs off the streets, slums, and other places, they had the Krogan and their commander.

"Alright now, lets bring this little bastard in." Said the commander of the free lancers.

"Not without us doing the proper scans, we need to see if he is in the proper state for transport." Came a woman's voice. The commander gave a grunt and then said with annoyance. "Fine but make it snappy, I would hate to keep myself and my men from getting paid, so hurry up and do what you have to." The commander said as he gave the hand sign for his men to lower their guns. The rookie mercenaries and the more experienced krogan followed orders well for being off of the grid. The human commanding leader of the small free lance mercenaries was a veteran at retrieval jobs. He had been paid well by a shady spook who promised him well pay if he was to bring in the guy was in the tube. As for the people on this station, they were working for the Alliance and were bringing in this cargo from an old planet that was at one time a prized world filled with Element Zero, but was later on shut down due to unknown reasons.

As the pod lowered from the upper level of where it was, the pod slipped down to the mercenaries level and the lab coats began to walk to the pod as it began to open. When they got up to the man, they saw that he was wearing a black sweater and fatigue black army cargo pants. His image looked like that of a complete slob who has never heard of the words shave or shower.

The woman and two other white coats crowded around the unconscious man and put him on a cot, carrying him away into the decontamination chamber, away from the mercenaries. There, they will run the proper examinations on him,keeping him sedated. The cargo bay was dark and one could see in only dim light.

"Well time for you to get back to the good old life as a little lab rat. After all that is what you are made for, nothing more but a simple tool in the art of death. You cold blooded monster." The woman said into the ears of the Point Man.

"Bring a syringe." The female doctor said as she examined the Point Man a bit more. Her assistant then brought forth a needle. The fluid within the vial glowed with a menacing green color.

As The female doctor took the needle, she brought her lips close to Point Man's ears. She smiled to the thoughts of all the wickedness that was to flow fourth. "You are in for a world of hell. I can promise you that this world is nothing compared to the 21st. Little boy, you are about to dance with the devil and he doesn't play nicely." She smiled and then she put her hand upon Point Man's wrist and began to unravel his sleeve.

"I hope this hurts, because if so, then I sure am going to get a kick out of it if so-" The woman could not say another word as she was then grasped by the throat. The syringe she had held was then taken from her and then shoved into her eye. Then the next thing the other two doctors knew was that they had a pissed off super soldier at their hands and nothing was going to stop him from literally tearing them to shreds.

The man quickly pulls out the pistol that the woman kept in a holster. His combat skills kicked in, and then the screaming rage was unleashed. Blood, bullets, more screams. It all quickly returned to him as if it were only moments ago from the last time he fired a gun. At last he was free.


Within the clear and beautiful skies, the young woman with crimson hair was enjoying herself within the park of happy children with teens and gathering families. She was just enjoying the nice sky and the clear streets. Everyone was outside and enjoying life. If she had her own family here, then it would make it better, but they died on their colony by slavers. She was just lucky to have survived, but the nightmares stopped after time went on. Now she is stronger. She is a warrior...not for her own world, but for all worlds. Shepard continued to look out into the air, as she was just happy that she had finally found a day to herself. Perhaps she would call it the 'Perfect Day' do to how it looked. Life was all around her and the sky was so blue and perfect that it seemed as if she was in her own little realm of tranquility. So much life and joy brought good feelings to the woman. All of this was here because of her.

She looks to a girl trying to push herself on the swing, but fails to do so. Being a good person, Shepard walked to the girl and began to push her. Smiling while doing so, she enjoyed spending time with children. She recalls how her mother would tell her that one day she couldn't wait to be a grandmother, but she never would be one. She would never have the time for such a thing, but another side of Shepard knew that one day she will find the guy, and have a child. But after the Reapers were defeated first, only then will all life in the galaxy be safe.

The war hero continued to push the girl up until there was a sudden darkness covering the fields and with it all color had faded from the bright and beautiful to the dark and hideous.

All of a sudden, everyone just froze where they were. Only Shepard could move and then in the sky...she saw it. The Reaper invasion...countless ships swarming like wasps. Shepard turned around to warn and yell at everyone to get to a safe distance, but none of them could hear her. None of them could do anything. They were all going to die.

Shepard turned to the massive bug looking ship and she let out a loud scream as she saw all around her...cities burned to ash, people being butchered, and herself being burned to a fiery ash. She had failed, she had died, and the Reapers won. Life in the galaxy was erased. All of it, because she failed.

Gasping for air and gripping her sheets, Shepard awoke from another Reaper filled nightmare.

Shooting up from her bed with sweat pouring out of her, Shepard gasped for breath. She had yet another nightmare. "When will these end?" She asked herself as she slipped out of bed and walked to her little tank of fish. It was easy for them...just swim around and eat. Nothing else to do, but keep living a simple yet boring routine. It was ridiculous to say, but sometimes Shepard wished she were one of those fish. That she was the one being taken cared of and not having to deal with this painful task that is tearing her apart. She is a hero yes, but it is a hard task for a hero to promise in saving a whole damn galaxy.

Shepard had watched Kaiden die. A man she loved had died, because he asked of her to save Ashley. And now, Shepard was regretting her choice. She ,sometimes though it would be nice being held sometimes, to be loved and cared for for a change instead of dealing with problems like Jack and Miranda going head to head. At least she had Kelly to talk to for she was her shrink. And a good one too. Shepard had just gotten a call from Systems Alliance that a huge massacre had occurred at a station and Shepard, being the only one with nothing to do...they would have her go to a station out in the middle of only God knows what kind of mess.

Who knows what the situation was, they go over there deal with the situation and everything will be back to what it was on the Normandy. Joker is probably talking with EDI. She might as well talk to her pilot and set a course to their next mission. Shepard knows that this might be the normal routine where this was just another Blue Suns group or something of that kind.

Only something in Shepard's gut kept telling her that something was not right about this mission. She doesn't know how to explain it, but it feels as if this is where she needs to be here, at this moment. Call it fate. Who knows she will see what happens when she gets there. She just hopes it's not going to get bad.

Something kept telling Shepard that a storm was on the rise and it would even send the Reapers shuddering back into their is what had Shepard so jumpy. A dark blackness is on the horizon, and Shepard feared that it was something to be more feared than the Reapers. Shepard just hopes that she and her team can all make it through the darkness and get to the light on the other side.

As Shepard took the time to get dressed in her Cerberus officer uniform, she walked out into the Normandy. It's interior looked as amazing as ever before. Just being in this huge ship was enough to send Shepard with a feeling of comfort. She had her ship and her loyal crew ready to die for a noble cause. She knows that Samara is one of her loyal members as well as Miranda and Jack as well as Tali and of course, Garrus and Legion. But sometimes, Shepard felt like she might lose her crew. She had somehow gotten attached to them. Their company was just pleasing enough to have.

Just to see them go their separate ways would be hard. Shepard knows that the war with the Reapers is coming...only a matter of time. Shepard worried for her crew, her friends. She knows that not all of them will make it. Just to see one of her crew members survive would be enough for her to shed a tear of joy. Tears are what Shepard would shed when she sees the team go. They were the best of her pals. People she will never forget and when she becomes old and has grandchildren on her lap she will talk about all of their heroics and none of her own.

Shepard smiled as she walked past her busy staff, they were what kept the Normandy the marvelous beauty it was. Shepard liked to see her ship alive and well with a working and honest crew. It helped boost her morality slightly with confidence in herself.

And self-confidence is precious during these darkest of hours.

Time to assemble the crew and live to the good name of kicking some ass. Shepard thought

"Joker tell the crew to meet in Communication." Shepard ordered her pilot and her trusted friend pitched in.

"Already on the way Shepard." Joker replied.

As Shepard got suited up, she walked out of her room in her naval uniform and was walking past ready and loyal crew members. Each of them all willing to give themselves all up as warriors of the galaxy. As Shepard walked on, along past her private terminal, she noticed Kelly working to her usual matters. Kelly came off as a well person surprisingly. Shepard was happy to have been able to save her in time when the Collectors took her and the rest of the crew.

"Hello there Shepard, getting ready to go send the big bad men along their way?" Kelly said with a mint smile and Shepard returned with a friendly face.

"You're damn right Kelly, if there is anyone who needs a nice dirt nap, I'll give them one." Shepard said and then nodded to her shrink, signaling that she was in a slight hurry.

Kelly gave a signal saying goodbye.

As Shepard took a nice look at some crew members working on terminals. She stopped to see Zaeed leaning on the wall. Shepard liked the old man, but still did not stand by all his morals. Yeah he was loyal, but it was just that some of his actions seemed questionable.

"You okay there Zaeed, I hardly see you up here." Shepard said to the mercenary. The old man turned his head to face the commander. And before he could say anything, she was already facing him.

"Well what's the problem?" Shepard asked the experienced fighter who nearly matches her skills. Well not necessary matches, but both came and stared Death in the face before.

"Nothing that truly needs worrying about Shepard, just been a bit eager to get out there ya know, its been a little while since I got to really pull pin on my gun ya know?" Zaeed told Shepard and she smiled at his statement. She knew that feeling, it was the exact feeling she had when hunting Saren...wanting to put a nice shot right into his damn eye after all what he did.

"Don't worry Zaeed, when we touch down, you and I will be one of three who will be getting into the action. Another thing too, are you sure you want to be leaving, I mean the galaxy could use some rough necks willing to save the galaxy." Shepard said referring to the Reaper invasion that is bound to come and destroy all living being in the galaxy.

"Sorry Shepard, but I'm only in it for the money. My service is through, Shepard. After this last operation with you, I am afraid it will be to the usual game with me." Zaeed said, reassuring that once his contract with Cerberus was through he would be gone. To be truthful though, Shepard was going to miss the old guy.

"That's a disappointment. I would have loved fighting by your side when the Reapers show up."Shepard said with a small grin, hoping to have the crew there fighting against the machines that demand war. And war they'll have.

"Don't worry Shepard, when the time is right, we will be back to back again." Zaeed giving Shepard hopes for the future of seeing each other in the field together.

"And I long to see that day, but not too soon." Shepard said wishing that she will see him again, but also wished that the Reapers would never come.

"Well got to go! Have to notify the others. You want to at least show up for the meeting?" Shepard asked the experienced fighter.

"Nah. I just want to relax a bit, maybe just look at the nerds play with the computers." Zaeed said with a slight grin and Shepard too let out a small smile. Soon enough, the woman was on her way to greet the rest of her crew members and select her team.


Some moments later aboard the Normandy SR2 within the conference chamber.

In a matter of minutes, Shepard was bundled with her team in the meeting chamber. At times like these Shepard felt like King Arthur, surrounded by noble and honorable bunch of warriors who are willing to die for the right cause and are also the best of the best.

They all waited for their commander to give out the coming assignment.

"So what's the mission?" Miranda said being straightforward and being the usual preppy one out of everyone aboard the ship. Shepard had to admit that Miranda can come off as a bit of a bitch, but overall she was a alright person. She was just raised as a bad person and in truth she was actual an alright person, she even proved that when she showed how much she cared for her sister Oriana. Now she was through with Cerberus and she was a better person then she was.

"From what we have received, there had been an incident at a cargo station located in the local cluster. The workers and security there have come under attack from free lance mercenaries, some of the guards are wounded, but they have reported that the mercenaries were after something. What I have no idea, but all I know is that we have been chosen to handle the situation."

"Damn straight." Jack said with her tough chick attitude. Shepard loved that about her. Jack reminded Shepard of herself when she signed up for the Alliance marines When she was eighteen. Jack and Shepard got along well most of the time.

"Indeed Jack." Shepard said assuring Jack that they really were the best of all the others. Why else would they have been able to take on the Collectors and save all those human colonies. "Anyway, we've been called to handle the situation. We can handle this easily, its just a little investigation. It should be a cake walk then. Besides what's the worst that can happen?" Shepard said, her overconfidence speaking for her for a small moment.

"You got that right Shepard." Came Grunt's rough voice.

"We have proven that our skills can vanquish almost anyone or anything for that matter Shepard, but it is always wise to think ahead of the coming storm before entering into it. But over everything else, you have my allegiance." Samara said, being perhaps the most noble of all of them. Being a Justicar and all. Shepard respected the asari warrior. Ever since she started hearing about the Justicars Shepard was interested in knowing whatever she could about the noble knight like warrior. Shepard trusted Samara and Samara trusted Shepard. The two women both believed in doing the right thing, even though Shepard was more confident and seemed to take drastic steps to achieve her goals. But it was all miscellaneous because even at the end of their mission when Shepard was given orders from the Illusive Man to not destroy the facility, she told the Illusive man off and blew the place to Hell.

Orders could go out the window if it meant the deaths of thousands and if it also meant for some xenophobic group to gain more power to spread their word to other hate groups. All in all Shepard was glad to be rid of Cerberus. They were nothing but terrorist anyways.

"We are always prepared Samara, don't worry about it. Alright for this operation, Garrus, your with me. Zaeed is also tagging along." Shepard said, notifying her crew members. It had been a while since Shepard had let Garrus tag along. Mostly for the last couple of days, things were silent on the Normandy. This should be able to get at least Shepard and two of her squad members hearts racing with excitement.

"Alright then lets get this baby started." Shepard said as she sat up, ending the meeting in the debrief. Who knows maybe they might be able to run into some real excitement.


Situation: An alert has been made. Nearby starship, Normandy SR2 is to go to the space cargo station. Ella to secure the situation of an attack by an unknown mercenary force that has left some of the crew as well as the other occupants dead.

Primary Objective: Understand what caused the attack by the unknown mercenary group as well as assist in anyway possible.

Some time later after passing through a mass relay. Location: Milky Way / Local Cluster

On the cargo space station Ella:

Shepard was exiting out of the decontamination chamber with Zaeed and Garrus by her side. The two looking just swell. Shepard walked out of the Normandy and was greeted to a sight for sore eyes. The space station Ella was looking mighty shitty tonight or day, whatever or however you looked at time in space. There were small fires still burning and piles of dead or wounded were being carried all around. The place looked like it was the target of a war-zone. Pretty fucked up for these sorry guys.

As Shepard stood along the docking station, a man with an assault rifle was coming up to greet her as well as Zaeed and Garrus. Shepard was expecting a small little fight from a few mercenaries, but this was a battle not a simple firefight.

Shepard looked around her. There were medic officers piling up bodies and some of the guys carried the face of fear. Something happened here and Shepard didn't like it. She knows these guys were soldiers and guards of this what could have gotten the jump on them? In one of the reports, she heard that some mercs stacked in a pile and a lone man was able to wound and kill most of the guards the mercs didn't get. But it was one man, and Shepard had a full ship loaded with number one's.

"Ah Commander Shepard, big time war hero and savior of the council. I prayed to the spirits for you to come and help us on this one. I have been ordered to bring you to comms room. There is something you need to see." The guard said to Shepard.

"From what I have heard it seems pretty bad. I can't imagine that one guy was able to take on all of you and bring down...what you guys say, twenty mercs?" Shepard asked and he nodded.

He nods his head and then he says. "Follow me." He then leads the trio to the comms room. Shepard only hopes that this was really worth her these guys really can be taken down from just one guy, then it would mean? A) They have no balls what so ever, or B) This one guy was serious shit. But truthfully, Shepard was slightly eager to face this guy due to her crave for battle. She knows from war experience that she must never underestimate her enemy. She will be sure to keep herself 'real' for the mission ahead.


In the comms room:

"Just set your eyes on the prize Shepard I hope that you can really take care of this little mess that we have gotten into. I had lost enough men today, I am just glad that someone with serious experience is here." A turian guard with one eye said as he played the vid. The footage on the screen was wide and it began to playback the footage from the previous day. Shepard held her breath as she watched the vid. She spared a glance at Garrus who surprisingly did the same.

When they returned their eyes back to the screen, Shepard saw a bunch of mercenaries in some of the cheapest armor that she had ever seen. These guys were clearly not well hired, which meant someone did not care about their safety and whether they got what they came for or something. Some of them were Krogan, but the rest were human. The Krogans are probably the only reason the humans made it.

Shepard observed more and hoped for something interesting to see.

Shepard watched with curious were all just standing around. Modeling around, when all of a sudden, a bunch of gun fire was going off. Shepard watched with amazed eyes as the screen changed angles and it showed a bearded man with two M-3 Predator Heavy pistols running and gunning down two mercenaries as he slid into cover.

Shepard watched as a Krogan ran to the man's cover and confronted the man with a shotgun. But with incredible speed, the man retaliated by kicking the gun to the air and delivering two swings across the Krogan's face with the two pistols that resulted in the Krogan losing some of his teeth.

The man grabbed the shotgun and then stuck it to the Krogan's face. Shepard just went wide-eyed through seeing a human being capable of running up to a krogan and knocking out a Krogan's teeth, let alone blowing ones head off at such close of range. That was something worth paying to actually see. In a way Shepard thought it was kinda cool, but also warned her of this guy as well. A human man was able to get a good punch on a Krogan and knocked out some of its teeth, but with such unbelievable speed and at such a close range. The man took what guns he had and popped out of cover, gunning down for mercenaries as he went along to his next source of cover, a crate.

The man on the screen then moved to a massive crate that had a torn label and went inside after shooting the lock. As five mercenaries approached the crate, each of them had their weapons pointed and were taking cautious steps. They all carried the same look, one of complete shock. How was it that they were able to be beaten by one man? With such numbers, only the remaining Krogans stood holding their guns steady unlike their human allies.

As one of the humans went around the crate to look inside. He aimed his weapon and was ready to fire in the darkness, when all of a sudden, he was gunned down almost instantly. When he hit the floor, there were literally holes all over his chest and crimson blood flowed across the ground.

The man came out of the crate, but this time armed with what appeared to be, two M-9 Tempest SMG's. She watched, as the rest of the footage went out with the man killing the rest of the mercenaries. And to top it all off, he moved like lightening. He was like mist when he moved. It seemed like all the mercenaries were moving in slow motion while he kept his speed.

As the footage then came to a stand still on the mans' face, Shepard only stared off into the eyes of the mans face. That cold hard stare that seemed menacing. As if they were able to see right into your very soul.

"I can't believe one man was able to do all that. Well damn, it's about time we had ourselves a serious opponent. Been a while since we actually got our hands on a real player." Zaeed said as his spirit went up.

Shepard herself could not help but be spellbound by that single man. He was...just like that one guy in that old 20th century film. He was like the damn Terminator. A mother fucking badass...like her. Perfect, a foe who could at last test Shepard's skills. Shepard was not one for constant fighting, but she had longed for something to keep her mind off of the Reapers and this guy was just that, but she knows from after looking at the footage, that three was not going to do.

Shepard put her finger to her com link and she called in for Joker. "Joker are you there?"

"What you need commander?" Jeff was most likely sitting down in his seat now just clucking his tongue trying to kill the boredom and possibly chatting away with EDI.

"We are going to need... a lot more of the crew." Shepard said as she examined the footage that had paused on the man's face. Shepard then looked a little more closely towards the image. Something was off about the man. Like somehow he just wasn't normal. The man kinda reminded Shepard of herself in a strange way. She admired that. He was possibly faster then her, but she knows that she had a quick hand too. She had plenty of fights in the past that proved she could survive any encounter. From Saren, to the Shadow Broker, to that human-Reaper. Shepard knows she could overcome anything. At times, she even felt blessed. But some reason or another she couldn't shake something off about this man.

Hmmm...there is something about you...what makes you tick I wonder? Shepard thought.


Point Man was armored with his assault rifle he got from that crate. Point Man took out the reptilian creatures as well as those normal looking sorry bastards out all he has dealt with otherworldly forces besides dinosaurs,but there was something telling Point Man that something wasn't right. It took him a while, but he figured it out as soon as he saw the station and the flying space ships that came and went. He had been put into cryo sleep by those Armacham bastards and he has woken up into the future. Point Man would have dropped a load of F bombs now, but his military discipline forbade him.

As some of the smaller reptilian men walked by, Point Man examined one of the it said Normandy SR2. It looked like it had just arrived too, because it wasn't there a while ago. If Point Man wants off this...space station, then he will need to sneak aboard and hopefully be taken to someplace elsewhere. Earth hopefully.

But then where would he go if that ship was not headed for Earth? He is far out in the future, away from Jin, away from his youngest sibling? What will he even do...run his whole life?He is tired of always running from his ghost. It didn't work that way with Fettle. He just came back through unknown means and helped him escape from that prison.

And after confronting their mother, he could not believe his younger brother was actually going to eat her, but Point Man dealt with him quickly. He still doesn't know was supposed to kill it...kill the third. But he didn't, he let his mother give birth to her baby. And still underneath that layer of a monster that was his mother, he thought he actually saw her, the young woman who was put into study by her own father.

Point Man was cut out of his flashback as he looked up at the ship labeled Normandy. Coming out were some more people than that trio of the woman, the man and the alien lizard thing. It was funny...ghosts exist as well as demons, but he never thought that aliens would be in the future. To him it just seemed to be something of science fiction like Star Wars.

Point Man had with him, two pistols and two smg's as well as a three round burst fire assault rifle. He stayed to the walls as he was showed to as a child. He was going to have to do stealth strikes against these future soldiers. From what he saw in the halls, the men he killed after waking up were enemies of these people, but that doesn't mean these people here will be any different. He thinks this for no matter how advanced their weapons were, it was the man or woman who is holding the gun that counts. Point Man wondered if the United States was still around. And if they were, than maybe they can set things straight. Maybe they can help him out. He was, after all, a United States soldier.

As Point Man walked over to the end of where the railing was, he climbed down and began to make his way through the place as quietly as he can. At this point, he was kind of wishing his brother was here. Paxton and he would just go in there and none of them will be a match against the two. Their mother must have smiled at them when she saw how they were both doing what she wanted. And that was to kill...kill in her name.

As Point Man made his way into a vent, he was trying to find a place to hide and hopefully get some answers from over hearing the guards. Hopefully he will be able to hitch a ride out of here as well.

Point Man cocked his weapons and was making sure he had the right amount of ammo to deal with whatever he may be in store for. Hopefully he can at least walk out of here without making a total mess.


On the flight deck:

"I can't believe what I'm hearing. One man? And he moved faster than a cat on an adrenaline rush?" Jacob asked Shepard and she nodded. "One man was able to take on a bunch of armed mercenaries." Grunt snorted to all of this.

Thane however thought what he was hearing was impressive and so did Miranda. If she was still a part of Cerberus than she would have thought maybe he would make a valuable soldier. Tali was also fascinated yet also frightened at the same was not normal for a human male to move at such speed...what was he? Not a normal human that much she knew. Jack herself figured that she could take this guy on. She has been in situations where she had only her pistol and her biotics, after all. To her, this guy sounded more of the line of another toy for her biotic powers.

"I want all of you to be careful. This man seems to be stronger and faster than the rest of us. If you see him, try to take him alive, but if he retaliates put him down. We have proved in the past that we can take on anything, even a Reaper and I am damn well sure that if we can destroy the Collectors. We can take on one man. After all, we are the ones who stand between the Reapers and rest of the galaxy." Shepard said as she cocked her assault rifle with a smile on her face as well as true confidence.

Everyone was silent and they were all willing to march into Hell and back with their leader if she so much as gave the order. As a small army for the galaxy the thirteen of them were all willing to give up there lives for the greater good. They proved to each other how loyal they were to each other after having their face off with the Collectors and saving the taken crew members. They can take on anyone and made this man so different? He was just one and they were many. It was a pity...them against him. Who honestly was going to win?

Shepard was in the front as her party followed her. The guards that were able-bodied were assisting by scanning through the place. No way in hell will that man be able to walk out of here without having to deal with them. He was going to deal with all of them before any chance of escape.


From the vent above, Point Man went wide-eyed. He was looking at the weird creatures below him. One of them had a fish bulb for a head with glowing purple eyes. Another was a weird blue smurf creature. There was a green fish thing and there was a Austrialian woman in a skin-tight suit, as well as a bald woman with loads of tattoos. He was even amazed with the blue-eyed robot. Even the dinosaur like lizard was still a surprise and the other lizard looking alien.

Point Man continued to crawl through the vents, keeping as silent as he could. He hoped that he would not get their attention and he hoped by staying where he was, that they would soon pass. And soon enough, they did.

As the coast was clear, Point Man was able to kick one of the vents open and hop down. He was keeping his eyes on the corners. First person he sees human or not was going to get a three round burst of fire to the head. This was a free fire zone, he had all the damn liberty to defend himself at any cost.

He has handled worst before. He did kill over half of those super soldiers back in Fairport and to top it all off, he did it alone. And not to mention, he was able to face his mother that night he learned the awful truth. If he could live through that, he could survive this. He was confident. He learned in the army that one is to never believe in quitting. You are a soldier, you fight and you act like one. You never surrender, and never give in. Stick by your standards as a warrior for this country and you never stop fighting until the last bullet fired is yours and the bullet that fly's is the one that goes into your enemies head.

Maybe the Point Man would be able to negotiate his way through the strange-looking aliens and people, but he was sure that they were all probably gun crazed rejects that only wanted to shoot first like the rest of the people he met in this screwed they won't even give him time to talk.

All the way from his birth he was a silent character. He never had a say in anything. Never had his moment to say yes or no. His decisions were always made for him. And that is how it was always. Maybe if he were to escape with Jin and those other survivors along with his sibling...maybe then he could have actually stuck around and smelled the roses.

The Point Man made his way through the halls, and was able to draw his knife on one of the reptilian men. Drawing his knife on the alien, he watched his knife sink into the creatures neck and purple blood began to leave the alien. He killed him easily and was able to make his way through the corridors. He was a natural at this. He was the perfect killer, an unstoppable one at that. Just as he came to believe by his grandfather.


In the cargo chamber:

Shepard was now with Zaeed and Miranda. She had Garrus take Kasumi and Tali. Jack was taking orders from Jacob and Grunt was with the two. As for Legion, he was with Thane and the two of them were still fluttering the halls.

"Garrus you see anything?" Shepard asked through com link. "Negative." Came the turian's voice.

Shepard kept silent as she kept her eyes peeled. She was sure as to keep her helmet on, last thing she wants is a bullet to the head. Just who was that man? And how was he able to move so fast and kill all of those guys the way he did so? Curiosity was swimming inside of Shepard's mind as her curiosity swam. Shepard will be sure to have Liara do that mind meld she did on her during hunt for Saren. Shepard felt a little sorry for the dear young sari when she turned her offer for 'companionship' down. She just hoped that she was able to find someone.

Shepard hopes that her crew will be able to handle this Ghost Soldier. She made good friends out of these men and woman. She would hate to see them die,but Shepard knows that she can handle this guy. She isn't the only one out of her crew who had crazy encounters and was able to survive. Besides, Shepard cheated death. She can surly take this man on.

Nothing was going keep her from stopping the Reapers, not a man and not even an army. Shepard would face off against Harbinger if she had to do it alone.

But from the dark, an unaware Shepard was under observation.


Point Man examined the woman. She had red hair and a white suited chick was with her, as well as the old man. These three people seemed like not the usual targets. All Point Man has to do is toss a grenade and then go in with the submachine gun he picked up along the way and go blasting all. The pistols he grabbed from some of the kills he made a while back don't even need any use. Point Man knows that once those shielding are down, then it will be all easy kill from there. He was faster and he knows that even with these futuristic weapons in his hands, nothing can stop him. Not even a massive explosion. Which he survived, but barely.

But there is something about them. For some reason, Point Man could not shake something off about the red-haired woman. He agreed that this sounded just down right ridiculous, but he felt like he wasn't supposed to kill her, maybe he should speak to her?

He had no time to contemplate this however, he had to look on his primary task and that was to survive.

Point Man began to crawl around the corner and he was sure to be invisible. He was keeping his eyes fixed on them. He shall be swift and that is one thing he is damn good at...being fast. It's now or wait until they get the jump. The army taught him that it is always better to have the first strike because the first hit is always the hardest.

As Point Man watched them walk along, he pulled out from his chest pocket a grenade.


As Shepard was just eying the area, her ears were suddenly listening to the sound of a kind of beeping. She turned around and her eyes flared up with horror. "Damn it, get to cover!" She shouted.

Miranda looked to the ground and was right by the explosive. Knowing his ally will die, Zaeed made for a grab and threw himself and his comrade away from the deadly explosive that would have ended them both. As the grenade went off, Point Man ran in with his sub machine gun.

"Thanks for the save." Miranda said in an appreciation to her voice.

"Just trying to help." Zaeed said as he shot himself up from her and gripped his shotgun. As Zaeed aimed his gun to where the grenade came from he realized too late that his shields were down, but before he could be rattled with bullet fire, the experienced mercenary was firing his gun at his attacker. "Your fast, but I've been through worse than you, ya sorry bastard."

As Miranda and Zaeed returned the attack, Shepard was able to get to her feet. The crimson haired woman had her M-8 Avenger assault rifle. Shepard and her team were not going down without a fight.


Point Man had to think of something fast. He looked over to the crate that was along his left. There.

With his lightening fast speed, Point Man was able to get to cover without getting hit. The soldiers that were following in after him were, however, pursuing him still. He needed to maneuver them and fast.

As Point Man ran across a stack of crates, he kept his submachine gun close and thought up a strategy. He would have to think tactically and not just aggressively. As Point Man ran over to the next crate to his right, he kept himself in cover as he could hear feet stomping into the ground.

Point Man then pulled out a shotgun similar to the EL-10 CAS as well as a smoke grenade that will stun his targets. Waiting for the right time, Point Man then tossed the grenade and then watched as the smoke from the explosive developed. Now was the time...the time to go in for the kill.


Smoke blew out from a small can that was on the ground and blinded Shepard's vision, but she knew her eyes were fine enough to see where this Ghost Soldier was coming from. "Zaeed watch out!" Shepard shouted as she shot her assault rifle at the Ghost Soldier.


Point Man jumped to the side. He began to run for the three soldiers, he was able to toss to the side the brunette her head landed hard with a smack into the side of the massive crate on the right. Point Man used his reflexes and jump kicked the old man in the face and quickly made his way to the red head. In this predicament of close quarters, these guys' advanced weapons and shielding wouldn't count for shit. He was trained for close quarters and his enhanced reflexes were faster than any man or any alien being. But with the walls being a spread of twelve feet, it just added to his advantage of the fight.

Point Man moved with great speed to dodge the attack of the red haired woman and was able to slide kick her to the crate behind her.

Getting up from his attack, Point Man drew out his shotgun, but as he got up he was surprised to see the brunette right behind him. The bitch was able to hit him in the face, but Point Man was able to retaliate. The woman was about to hit him again but before she laid down her hand, he blocked the next hit and the woman delivered a another swing for his face. Point Man caught her hand and then headbutted the woman in the nose sending her to the ground. She flew backwards and hit the floor.

Just then the older male came from nowhere and began pushing Point Man till he was pinned to a wall made from the massive crates. With a surprising amount of strength from the old man, his hands pinned beneath his gun to the wall and breathing being cut off from being strangled with his own shotgun. He was being choked out. From the old bastard.

"Got you now bastard."

Point Man could feel his face sweating and his eyes turning red from the pressure this old fucker was using. Using his strength, Point Man was able to push back the soldier and deliver a two blow combo with his left fist. Point Man then pulled the shotgun away from the soldier and then brought the weapon to the man's chest.

However the old man was able to grab the gun, pulling it to the side as it fired. The two continued to fight for the firearm.

As Point Man was fighting this soldier for his weapon, Point Man realized that this aged man was not so old after all. Even so, Point Man was having some difficulty with this man. The older soldier strikes Point Man with the butt of the gun hit his chin, he then spat out a little blood and kneed the old fuck in the gut. Still the old bastard would not let go of the gun, this was no ordinary soldier, this was a man of plenty of war experience. This man was not one who would just give up.


Zaeed began to feel himself loosing the battle. Zaeed watched this man began to pump sweat from his forehead and then with the blink of the eye, he watched as the Ghost Soldier quickly draw out his knife that he had tied to his sheath on his chest.


As the world began to slow down for Point Man, he used this sudden adrenaline rush to cut the old mans throat. Point Man was able to whip out his knife,and with a slicing cut, Point Man watched as blood began to splash out onto his very face along with the floor. The old man then let go of the gun, so that he may stop his blood from the deep cut. He knew that if he were to even leave the cut unattended, then he was to bleed out. Even though he clenched his throat, blood began to flow out from the cracks of his fingers.


As Zaeed looked into those cold stone eyes, he knew that his days as a mercenary had come to an end. And with his last breath, he knew that he had been bested by someone at long last. But it came at a worse of times. Shepard...kill this sorry son of a bitch for me would you?


Point Man then brought the shotgun to the man's face and then pulled the trigger without even flinching. All over, blood shot out. The mercenary very head was nothing more than shards of skull and pieces of tissue and even an eye hung out on the ground. Zaeed was dead...beaten by one who possessed inhuman capabilities he was killed before his very commander and friend, Jane Shepard.

As Point Man turned back to where the crimson haired woman was, he was surprised she was not there. Keeping the shotgun close Point Man ventured forth and kept his guard up.

As he stepped along out of the close quarters of the crates, he looked all over in the cargo bay as he stepped in the open area. The red head was nowhere in sight.

With a feeling of someone behind him, Point Man turned around with a quick pace and was tackled to the ground. He saw the red haired woman. She delivered a quick blow to his face. Point Man was then hit again in the face, as well as getting kneed in the gut.

Shepard having laid a few hits on the Ghost soldier, she then did a high kick and sent him in the air. Where that sudden strength and speed came from she did not know, but she was able to knock him to the ground. Damn, She thought. Sorry I could not save you, Zaeed. This guy knocked me out for a while back there, but I won't let him get away. Shepard thought with vengeance for her fallen comrade whom she failed to save.

Getting up Point Man looked to see the woman pulling out her own handgun.

Using his reflexes, Point Man quickly drew out his own pistol and shot the woman in the arm and thigh. The woman was then stunned, Point Man rushed to her and then grabbed her by her shoulders. For a good two seconds they got a good look at the other, right up until Point Man threw her to the ground five feet away.

Shepard closed her eyes and she prayed to God that maybe she will be able to see Kaiden again. Maybe she will be able to finally rest. She wonders if she will see her mother and father again too and possibly her younger sister and brother. Maybe she will be able to at last for once not dream of death.

Shepard kept her eyes closed as she drew possibly her last breath. There was nowhere that Shepard could go. She was at the mercy of this bearded man. This man who killed one of her crew members and knocked out the other.

Point man stared into those green eyes of the crimson woman. He wondered what she was thinking. She just got ambushed by one man who killed one of her team and was now about to kill her. She must be surprised that he was actually letting her live right now, instead of pulling a pop shot in her at the moment.

Shepard was staring into those hard, almost merciless eyes. He was examining her, she could tell, he was not really going to kill her. He was actually curious. One part of her said to shoot him, but her gun was four feet from her after she dropped it. The other half of her said that she should try to talk him out of the situation. Who knows, maybe he is just confused. After all, those mercenaries jumped up on him. Shepard would be pissed too. Maybe he is an escaped convict who was acting out of fear. Of course none of that mattered since he was holding a gun to her head.

"Get away from her!" Shouted Garrus as he ran in with his pistol raised and fired. He was not alone either. He had with him Tali, as well as, Thane and Grunt. Shepard hoped that the others were hiding and waiting for a good chance at ambushing this man. They got here a little late though...one of them was dead.


Point Man looked at the reptilian looking creature. It could talk? Surprising as it was, he didn't stop to hear it banter on as he returned fire with his sub machine-gun. As he ran, Point Man drew out an electrical grenade and tossed it. As the grenade bounced and landed in the small squad of soldiers, Point Man quickly reloaded his gun and got into cover by a crate, but he was getting fired upon from behind. He turned around to see the tattooed woman and another creature, this one had a fish face and black eyes.

The fish thing looked like the offspring of a fish and a lizard. Point Man, however, spent no time in examination, he took aim with his gun and began to fill the air with woman and the thing rolled to cover as he shot at them. He would figure these things to put up a better fight, but he figured if he could handle nightmare apparitions and super soldiers, then he could survive this. He was his mother's son after all.

Point Man made his way to cover and stood behind a crate for cove, he looked back at the soldiers who he had thrown another electrical grenade at. He would kill them now, but the crimson haired woman got her gun back and there were more people shooting at him. He hated it when he was caught in these tight foxholes.

"I got him!" Came the bald women as her fist began glowing. She ran forward to hit Point Man in the face, but he was able to react in a nick of time. Thanks to martial arts training, he performed a roundhouse hard enough to send the woman falling backwards knocking her unconscious.


Shepard was crawling to her were on the ground and they had just suffered the shock of a lifetime. Even Grunt was down and he was fighting to get back up. "Come in Samara, Legion. We need you." Shepard called in for her absent team members who were missing from the fight.

"We are on our way Shepard." Samara said as she and Legion began running down a hall, along the way Kasumi and Jacob were able to join them. As the four were able to leave the halls, they made it just in time to see Jack get thrown backwards and hit her head on the ground.

Point Man looked at the woman he threw to the made the mistake of underestimating his speed and she paid the price. She just ran right at him and he was able to deliver a nice good jump kick to her face. Point Man looked back to his right to see four more targets. They were soon going to have him surrounded rendering him as an easy kill. Unless he thought of something up qucikly.

He quickly swapped to his double SMGs and began to pull the triggers. Soon enough, the four were getting shot at and squirmed for cover. Some of the bullets bounced off from this blue glowing mass. From what Point Man was seeing, they have a sort of force field technology.

None of their numbers mattered, for Point Man knew within himself that he could handle them. He was a survivor, he has the scars to prove it. Emotional and physical scars, but scars none the less. He can take on a few shielded people and alien beings.

Taking the moment while he had it, Point man went for one of his smoke grenades and he tossed it out in the crowd of the new arrivals. He hoped that his military combat training could save him on this one. It never failed him before.

Samara, as well as the others, got into cover as the smoke began to cover them. "We are going to have to just ram in after him. I will take the lead. Jacob you supply fire. Kasumi go around and take him out if you can. Tali, you're with me." Samara said as she began to hop out of cover while blasting her pistol. Tali fired her shotgun and Jacob laid down some assault rifle shots. Kasumi went around back and she was going to try to get the drop on this guy. She was amazed that Shepard could not take him on. He looked like a savage from a far away desolate planet with other savage beings like him. But underneath that layer of a monster he just carried this gaze like he was something more. Something almost inhuman. But like all the other encounters with Blue Suns, Collectors, and even giant mechs Kasumi knows that she could handle him.

As Kasumi managed to reach around behind him, she turned to see that Mordin was on the ground and he had more than two bullets in him. He was shot in the leg and twice in the chest and once in the arm. He was alive still however. From the looks of it the savage man spared him...in a matter of speaking.

Kasumi managed to get behind the man and she was getting ready to do those nice drop kills she is able to do. There was no way this hobo man could best her, when she has full element of surprise she is always able to get the best of everyone.

Point Man had that feeling that he always got when danger was around. He spun around and surprisingly able to block a hand that would have snapped his neck. As he held the woman's hands in the air, he allowed himself to quickly study this woman who had almost killed him if not for his instincts. He only glared at her with his cold eyes.

Point Man gave a left fist and another one to the Asian girl's face, he went for more swings, but she parried. Doing a double time over bash to the face, Point Man felt blood enter his mouth from a tear in the inside of his mouth. She goes for a left hook, but Point Man using his reflexes stops the assault. He blocks with his right wrist and then socks the woman in the face hard enough to knock her out.

Point Man spun around to see a gun aimed to his skull from a woman with silver eyes and a blue glowing body before him. They were a good fifteen feet from him, but still from where they stood he could be filled with whatever firepower they were packing. He looked for a way to scatter his foes before they swarmed him. In his search he found a barrel and from the looks of it, it looked like some kind of explosive barrel due to the label. He could get shot to death or he can try his luck and try his luck he did.

Point Man held one of his machine pistols out and fired, he watched as the guns bullet fly through the air cutting into the barrel in a fiery haze sending the two women flying. Point Man was thrown to his back due to how close he was to the barrel along with the attackers. With a loud smack, he landed upon his back.

With blurry vision, he could slowly begin to see all things come back to him...slowly, very slowly he was able to see things in his normal vision. When Point Man got up with an agonizing sensation. All around he could see that more people had arrived. They had their weapons trained on him and he knew that now there was nothing more he could do. He looked all around and once again locked eyes with her.

Shepard stared at the man. He had been able to beat her and her team. It was a good thing that the rest of the guards of the cargo station Ella were able to show up and from the way the man was lowering his weapons, it meant he must be surrendering.

"Let's bag this asshole." A guard said as he walked past Shepard. A turian guard with handcuffs went behind the bearded Ghost Soldier and cuffed him. With nothing else to do, the man surrendered to the guards that outnumbered him. This time of peace allowed for the war hardened woman to look around at the crew members of hers who had suffered injuries. They all looked beat to hell and those who were able to make it out with no scratches deserve to be called lucky.

Shepard could not get those cold eyes out of her mind. They just seemed to pierce right through you and as if they could look beyond the boundaries of your soul. Something in Shepard told her that she had not seen the last of him.

Shepard walked around for a little to help out her crew members who had been damaged. As Shepard stopped to look in the closed quarters of where she had her engagement with the Ghost Soldier. She observed the corpse of a good friend. A soldier of fortune. A mercenary who was killed in action. She was of course looking at Zaeed. There was nothing left of his face, not after what the Ghost Soldier did to him.

Shepard could only stare and feel her hate. As Shepard watched the man throw down his weapons, she was happy to see one of the guards come right up to him and nail him in the head with the butt of their assault rifle.

It was lights out for him, and all licking wounds for Shepard as she rose up. She looked over to where Samara was laying and immediately walked over to help the asari up on her feet. Damn. Shepard thought as she went to help out the needy crew members who were wounded and need medical assistance.

"Samara, come on." Shepard said as she helped lift Samara to her feet. After doing so, the two then went on their way towards helping out the rest. Both dazed by the tough fight they went through.


One hour later:

Point Man was in a holding cell of some kind. The glass in front of him was stronger than he was and the weird creature before him kept eying him. He heard one of them say something about a woman named Shepard and how she will be carrying him off to a prison or something. He could care less. He will just break out like before; only this time it will be without Paxton.

Just what was the year? How long had he been in the tube? What happened to the Third? What became of Jin? Did they live a good life? Or did Armacham take them? There was a lot Point Man was thinking about,and it was giving him a minor headache. He had questions and the answers were so far away.

So he just sat there in the dark...alone.

Shepard was walking with a pair of guards behind had her crew in the medical lab of the station. She hoped that they would be on their feet soon. Shepard was now tasked with taking the Ghost Soldier to a special prison located somewhere near the Citadel. Apparently the council wants something to do with him. Though Shepard doesn't know what exactly, she can only guess that they want to see the man who was able to take her down as well as her rag-tag team.

Shepard was also glad she was no longer with the Illusive man because he might have wanted to recruit the Ghost Soldier for some personal agenda. Shepard couldn't tell how he was so strong, so fast. What steroid can do that to a guy? What cyber implants would make a man that skilled in combat? None that she knew of.

As Shepard walked through a sliding door, she walked into a dim lighted room with five guards. The Man was in a cell and he looked very unhappy. If Shepard wants answers, now was her chance. She can only hope that she can get something out of him.

"Shepard, I need a word." A turian guard said coming up from behind her. "What?" Shepard asked, a little annoyed that she was interrupted.

"Your going to have to take this man now, we have just got word from superiors that the Council has requested that you have him immediately transported from here to Ciatdel space." The turian said to Shepard.

"I know that already, but my crew needs to rest. We had just lost a man and I am in no mood for leaving immediately." Shepard said to the guard.

"I know Commander, but you don't understand, we have word that the Systems Alliance wants him now. For some reason, it is not normal for a human being to dance with the Alliance best and just make it out alive. That sort of thing interests a lot of people and they really want him in Council Space." The turian said to Shepard.

"Well can some of you guys help me bring him to the Normandy at least. I don't like the fact he has managed to put all my crew in the hands of medics, so help a girl out?" Shepard asked with frustration with knowing she has to deal with some bullshit after one of her men had died. The turian nodded. "I will have several of my men transport him to the Normandy as soon as we can."

"Good," Shepard said as she spared a glance at the Ghost Soldier. "I want to get to know our boy a little more."

Point Man kept his head down most of the way. He never bothered to look at where he was going. All he knew was that it was over for him. He had probably gotten himself caught up with the wrong sorts people and without a doubt he was going to be put on death row. He got the feeling a while back that these guys must have been government or something. One of them said something about Alliance and Citidal Space and other things he knew not of. He hated having to piece the puzzles into place.

It was much more helpful having an intelligence officer to help fill in the little details. Betters was good at giving out the intel. Point Man missed his former team members. They all made a nice little team together and a team is what Point Man could use. Even though he fought and killed alone during those times, he wished for an ally by his side and someone who was not his insane brother.


Some time later:

Point Man was aboard a ship from what he was seeing and from the looks of the room he was in it looked like the cargo bay;l. He looked at the place he was in, well not really looking because of those damn future people blindfolding him with a cloth and binding him to a pipe. Where were they taking him? Point Man could only move his feet as he laid down onto the cold ground, he could do nothing but sit or stand. Something he hated was not being able to roam freely. The handcuffs only added to how much he was annoyed with his captors. They had tied his hands behind a metal bar.

If Paxton was here, he would be saying some thing clever and witty to humor himself.

If only he could sleep. If only he could have a dream and not a nightmare involving his mother or brother. Or their...'dad'. The one known as Michale Beckett who was raped by Point Man's sadistic mother. In a way, Point Man couldn't blame Becket. Beckett was angry, he was used to create the apocalypse. But at least, Fettle somewhat put him out of his misery. That was until he said,"Say hello to mother." It was then, right there, that Michael Becket's fears and nightmares were only surfacing because wherever he was now, Point Man knew that mother was there.

And wherever Point Man was going, he knew that his mother would not save him this time for he is now doomed. Whatever hell is in store for him, he is ready for it. It's what got him through most of the hard shit in his life. But within his core, he knew that the fight for his freedom was only just beginning.

After everything he had been through, all the Replicas, contractions, and even the hallucinations. He was now in the fucking future. It was all he thought on it a little more, he was going to get a headache, but a headache was the least of his worries. For now he was the very mercy of a woman and her crew of aliens.

Just how much worse can things get now? Shepard thought.

Shepard had no idea of the deadly and twisted path ahead.


Sorry if I made Point Man look overpowered. My intention is not to overshadow him over everyone else, but to show his full hostility to the Normandy team as well as well as cause tension between him and everyone else. Zaeed's death is because during my sister's run through the suicide mission he died. I also wanted to be conflict between Shepard and Point Man due to him killing a friend of hers. Others will die too unfortunately. This is my first story so I expect some flames coming in for my decision making with the plot. But I don't care to be honest. If you like the story you like it. If you don't, then press the back button. To those of you who want to keep reading go on ahead and if you decide to leave a review, give some helpful tips and leave helpful criticism. This is my first story after all so its not going to be the best story ever. Until then this is Skullface here leaving to decide whither or not to follow my story. Thank you for reading my story.