My name is Timothy Mitchell, I am 9 years old and I am reporting for duty on the Normandy. Commander Shepard has been taken into custody and it is our job to rescue her.
The Normandy took off and flew threw a forest of grass and giant daisies and headed towards the alliance building. Or it would have if mum wasn't shouting me in for tea. She picks her moments.
I picked up my precious Normandy toy and started to walk home; shadows spread across the city. I looked up; i wished i didn't. Up in the sky, coming down to earth, were the things that Shepard warned us about for years.
Reapers.
And they were already destroying the city.
I ran into the nearest building I could find and hid in the vents. I'd be safe in here.
I hope.
I stayed here for about twenty minuets when I felt the ground suddenly shake and saw a flash of fire. The building had just exploded. But the vents have kept me safe. I was shaking in shock. I could have died.
Soon shouts followed the sound of the explosion. A man and a woman. Both sounded familiar.
"Shepard, there should be some more ammo in here."
I gasped. Shepard. My idol. She was in the same building as me!
She wouldn't be able to help me if she couldn't see me. I tried crawling further up the vent towards the exit, but my legs were refusing to co-operate. I tried the alternative of shouting for help, but as I took a deep breath, I breathed in some of the toxic smoke in the air form the fire and choked on it.
That must have worked because seconds later, I was stareing into the emerald eyeds of Jane Shepard.
