Here's chapter 2 and its more than twice as long, as promised!
In the hangar, Gavin Davis was a fresh recruit into the Alliance Navy and was prepared to fight any aliens, except for the Reapers. He stood in front of a weapons bench, gracefully adding helpful attachments to his rifle and pistol. The ship shook, sending him to the hull. "What?" Suddenly, large, black claws broke through the hull, breaching the ship's oxygen supply. "Shit!" He ran towards his locker, only to float in the air. The gravity's been tampered with.
Swimming towards the bench, he finally gripped onto his weapons and placed them on the hinges on his back. Going even further while holding his breath longer, he reached his helmet and set it on his head. He then continued to connect the oxygen tubes on his armor to his helmet.
"Where is it?"
He surveyed his body momentarily, eventually finding a switch on his back. His feet connected to the floor and he was able to walk again. He headed to the elevator. When it opened, husks filled the area. "Holy shit!" He ejected his rifle and began to fire at them, their violet blood splattering across the floors and walls. He killed two by the time he realized that there was a Marauder in the back. Setting aside his gun, he settled for his omniblade. The orange blade sliced the bodies and protruded from the opposite sides.
The Marauder fired four shots at Gavin, which he was able to deflect, followed by even more. He only smirked, then shoved his blade upright through its body, the blade peaking out of its head. He pulled it out and turned it back into its normal functionary tool. Pressing the comm on his ear, he asked, "What's going on?" Static.
"Hello?"
"Hello?! Is anyone there?!"
"We hear you," Helen answered.
"Oh, thank God!" Gavin exclaimed. "What happened?"
"There have been multiple hull breaches and according to my intel, the Reaper that has us sent pods. I'd be on the lookout for more. We're going to have to make this quick, but we need to get down to the surface. By any chance, is there a shuttle down there?" Gavin turned and replied, "Yeah, but what now?"
"Okay. I'm going to lead a group down there. We've lost too many crewmembers to give up. There's no way we're giving up too soon. Prepare for our extract—" She was cut off as a new voice joined the conversation.
"You've done an excellent job creating a distraction, but we need some of you down here," Admiral Hackett started. "I'm sending the Normandy to pick you up. Now, get back on your feet and get out here!"
"Yes, sir!"
Helen walked carefully, dragging along the body of the captain, who was growing ill by the moment. "Don't worry, captain. We're almost to safety." As they neared the elevator, she could hear a small murmur from his lips.
"Um, I wouldn't recommend going through the elevator," Gavin informed her.
"Why?"
"Well, I opened it and husks and Marauders emerged from it. Take the stairs. It may be longer, but it's safer." As she turned, she could make out a low moaning. "Once you get to the hangar," Gavin continued. "I can help you from there."
"Okay, but it may not be easy."
"I know."
Directly after reaching the steps, Luke twitched and escaped Helen's hands. "Stand back," he said as he pulled out a pistol. "I'm warning you!" What? I'm not saying this! Helen backed up, hitting the hull in doing so. Thinking this was it, she noticed that there was a gun on her thigh. Luke paced himself to the cockpit, firing bullets into the skulls of all bodies to make sure they were dead. She gripped onto it and aimed silently. Cocking it back, Luke looks up and notices.
He fires at her, narrowly missing twice. Then, she could hear another voice as a bullet penetrated her shoulder. She screamed in agony as the person on the other side could hear and know something was occurring. "I don't know who this is, but please help! It's the captain! Something's gone horribly wrong!"
"Please calm down. There's no need to worry."
"Who is this?" She turned around and fired a warning shot.
"I'll answer all your questions when we pick you up."
"WHO?!"
"This is the Normandy's pilot, Jeff, and we're close by." The voice said. If Jeff was as brave as he sounded, there was no reason they would die. Instantly, Helen was grabbed by her arm and thrown across the Galaxy Map.
"You bitch!" Luke screamed as he walked over to her. He lifted her by her neck and shoved her against the ground. He began to close his hands, choking her. As she lost her breath, a splatter of liquid fell in her mouth, it containing a sour taste. The hands let go as Luke jumped back up and attacked someone else. Gavin had come to them.
Gavin fired multiple times, his custom attachments benefiting him in this fight. Luke began to try and smack him with the butt of his gun, but missed horribly. The ship turned and whooshed as something connected with the airlock. Gavin was being held against the wall with the pistol being held at his stomach. "Stop trying to move. You're only making this worse for you and her!" STOP THIS MADNESS, he thought to himself. No matter how hard he tried to stop, something wouldn't let him.
Stop trying to resist. We are benefiting you. Without us, you'll die instantly. We are connected. Kill them. They are meaningless. They are the only things in our way and you can survive without them. Kill them. Now! The Reapers planned this from the start. He's under their control for the rest of his life.
Gavin struggled behind the hands. He tried to lift his rifle but it was to no avail, Luke was just too strong. Helen lay on the ground, fatally wounded but alive. Gavin began, "You have no strength to kill me. If you really wanted to, why not now!?" Luke stared at him, curious as to see if he was either testing him or acting serious. Kill him! the Reapers told him. Unlike Paul Grayson, Luke could not resist their commands. Do it now! You are our pawn now and do as we command! Do you want to-?! They were cut off as bullets riddled Luke's body.
Gavin fell to the floor as three figures entered: a turian, a quarian, and an asari. "Sorry we're late," the quarian began. "We were being held up by the Reapers." She hinged her shotgun onto her back and introduced herself. "I'm Tali'Zorah vas Normandy. But everyone calls me Tali."
"Cut the chatter," the turian interrupted. "I'm Garrus and the asari over there is Liara. Now, we've got to go before this ship is ripped to shreds." Garrus positioned his Mantis on his armor and they began to walk back to the airlock.
Gavin fell in love with the quarian at first sight. "I'm Gavin and this is Helen. I don't mean to bug you guys, but I need help getting her to your ship." Tali nodded and they lifted her up by their shoulders and dragged her. "So…You guys do anything interesting?"
Garrus watched surprisingly. "Are you serious? We're fighting the Reapers and just saved your ass three times. Where were you during the attack on the Citadel or the Collectors kidnapping?" Gavin turned blue, embarrassed at the fact that Garrus just showed off. Tali shook her head.
"Just ignore him," she said. "He can be really rude at times. After this war, I've got lots planned! I'm going back to my homeworld for the first time. I want to finish what my father started: building a perfect home. So, have you done anything?" He felt as if Tali was beginning to like him already, even though it was highly unlikely. All he did was smile for a moment as they reached the door.
As it opened, he answered, "Not really. Just a spacer. But I grew up knowing lots about the alien species. One of my dreams is to go and visit the Migrant Fleet! Of course, I would use a suit." Garrus laughed while Liara nudged him to stop.
"Oh, keelah! A human who wants to board the Migrant Fleet?" Tali said.
"As you humans call it, lover boy's got a thing for you, Tali!"
"Garrus, that's enough!" Liara shouted.
They were able to reach the Normandy before the airlock detached, sending the Defiant spiraling into a Reaper. Liara led the group to the comm room and they sat down. Gavin placed Helen's body in a nearby seat. Of course, he sat next to Tali. Liara asked questions first. "What happened?"
"I'm unsure," Gavin answered as he unhinged his helmet, revealing his facial features and facial hair. "I was in the hangar with my friend when the Reaper attacked us and I fought past husks and Marauders. That's all I remember before being attacked by the captain and meeting you guys." Liara placed her palm to her face.
"So you know nothing of what happened at all?"
"Unfortunately, no."
Tali only looked at him, even going as far as ignoring what he was saying.
Liara continued, "Okay. I'm going to have the commander talk with you. I'm sure he'll understand the situation and know how to deal with you."
Gavin jumped up. "He's going to kill me?!"
"No, he's going to know how to talk to you properly. He grew up in an Alliance family."
"Oh, okay. You had me worried there for a moment."
Tali stood up and began to walk away. "Well, if anyone needs me, I'll be in Engineering performing engine checks and making sure we can survive long enough. Keelah se'lai." Garrus and Liara stayed where they were, not even using an effort to reply to her.
"Bye, Tali," Garrus replied.
"See you later, Tali," Liara said.
Tali slumped in disappointment. She was always forgotten by everyone. Even Shepard didn't care about her. It was all about Liara. "Kee;ah se'lai," Gavin ejaculated, waving as she jumped in excitement. As she left, a buff man walked in.
"Hi, I'm Commander John Shepard. Now, what seems to be problem?" he asked, oblivious to the fact that Tali had just had mood swings right in front of him. He turned and winked at the sight of Liara.
Of course, everything had to be about the fucking asari.
Expect chapter 3 soon! I'm having fun writing this story. I hope you enjoy reading it!
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