Sorry for the late upload, not going to pretty up the reason as to why I hadn't uploaded yet. I lost the charger for my laptop…something only I could do. Anyway hope you enjoy.
Chapter 3
The awakening
He woke up. Cold. Hungry, and confused. He couldn't think straight and his head felt like it had been hit repeatedly against a wall. He felt his clothes on him but the chill of metal against his body was still present, something he realised he wasn't very fond of. He was going to get up, but then he heard voices. "Argh we should just toss him out an airlock, no one would care." said someone who sounded like a krogan, and a young one at that. Then he heard someone who sounded older, female and human.
"Grunt you've said that five times now. We are not going to throw him out of an airlock. Shepard wants to speak with him…" she stopped as something scraped across the floor behind the him. The sound was horrible. His powerful sense of hearing only heightening the screeching that hit his ear drums. "…So I don't think it would be a good idea to kill him do you?" the woman said as she knelt over him. Scanning his body with her omni tool. "Ok then let's see what we've got now…ok vital signs unchanged, heart rate normal, breathing patterns okay…genetic mutations found, unknown types of mutations…species…unknown still. Hmmm. Might want to let Mordin come down some time soon. Ok then Grunt I'm done here, let's go."
"Good. I need something to eat, you think Gardner's serving noodles today." the man heard footsteps and the horrible shriek again. Then, nothing. He lay there and waited for what seemed like an eternity. He couldn't move, yet he had feeling and he could think. His eyes began darting around, taking mental pictures of his surroundings. He began shivering and let out a shaky breath. Fuck, what in Ashrena's name is going on. He whispered in his head, still pained from the shock he received many hours ago. He tried to stand but fell over instantly. He felt sick and he started seeing double.
"Oh…no, not this again. I wish techs would just go and die." he stood up again, ignoring the nauseous feeling he felt inside his stomach, and he blocked out the swirly feeling he had inside his head. He blinked several times trying to sort out his temporarily impaired vision. Slowly he began to make out walls, which then turned into crates, with a piece of metal panelling as a makeshift door. He walked over to the makeshift door and stared at it, coming to the realisation that his body wasn't yet capable of lifting that , however he did realise the makeshift cell had no roof and the crates were placed in awkward positions, making them easy to climb over. The man smiled to himself. "Idiots." he said as he jumped and grabbed onto one of the crates. He hopped onto the crate above that one and carried on going until he flung himself over the makeshift wall, landing on all fours on the other side. He looked around and noticed he was in a cargo bay. Which helped explain the crates, just not how they got there. He got up from his feral stance and clicked his neck several times, putting his hood up. He sprinted towards the elevator.
Jack hummed a little song she heard not long ago on the extranet. It was a sad and old song, made by some now dead musical group that she didn't care to know about. She found it amazing how even old human videos could be found on the extranet. The majority of old human videos anyway. She pulled out a small book she kept underneath her bed. The title of the crude and battered set of poorly held together pages read 'My only friend'. She pulled out a pen and began to write in it.
Dear now very shitty diary.
Our night out was cut short as some idiot decided to try and take on Shepard. You either have to have a serious set of balls, a whole lot of drugs and alcohol in you, or a serious case of fucktardism. I know I say this a lot and that I'd ever say this too his face but Shepard is one hell of a guy. I don't say that in the way of relationship but in the way of leadership…friendship. He tries so hard to make sure everyone comes out in one piece, and as proven even when someone is holding a gun to his head he wouldn't just kick their ass. He'd try to sort it out, make everything right. Had I been the one with a gun to my head, I'd have kicked that guys ass with a shockwave so powerful what's left wouldn't even be visible through a microscope…anyway enough about that, Miranda pissed me off today…
Jack stopped writing as she heard the sound of footsteps. She rolled her eyes and quickly threw the book underneath her bed. She looked up expecting to see Shepard, but was surprised to see the man who she saw getting dragged onto the ship by Grunt. Silence filled the air for a few seconds and no one moved. The man then slowly put his index onto his lips, telling her to be quiet. She wasn't one for listening though. "Don't you tell me…" she couldn't finish as a fist forced itself into her temple, knocking her out cold. The man didn't want to have to do that, but he needed to be silent, and unseen. He wanted to talk to Shepard alone. He picked up Jacks limp body and placed her on her bed. Her eyes were wide open and her tongue was hanging out of her slackened mouth.
"I'm so sorry about that." he closed her eyes and flicked her tongue back into her mouth, closed her jaw and pushed her onto her side so it looked like she was asleep. He turned to look at one of the holes leading into the maintenance shafts and dived inside.
In the cockpit…
Joker was enjoying his little break from the helm, relishing in the fact they were not told to leave the docking station. His mind cherishing the life he wish he had, and that life involved lots of women and non-breakable bones. Then he was awakened by a familiar synthesised voice. "Jeff."
"Urgh, what? I've been asleep for five minutes, not even the cripples get down time on the job…what do you want EDI?" he turned to look at the blue hologram that had appeared moments ago.
"I just wanted you to know that someone is using the maintenance shafts…and rapidly making their way to Shepard's cabin."
"Oh shit, any life signatures inside the cargo bay."
"Only one, and that's crewman Hawthorpe. He is working on the shuttles engines."
"Awww shit, ok then alert the crew, tell everybody our guest is awake and on their way too Shepard…why is Shepard on everyone's hit list nowadays?"
"It is likely due to the fact that he is a key war figure and an exceptional fighter who has made…"
"Please…don't EDI."
In Shepard's cabin…
Shepard woke up when he heard the door open. He looked up towards the door, blinking multiple times to get the sleep out of his eyes. No one was at the doorway and Shepard didn't know what to think. "Faulty door, going to have to get that fixed…" As soon as he said that he heard a chuckle. Looked up and he saw what he thought was a person on the ceiling, until he blinked and he disappeared. He turned his head on his side and as soon as he blinked, the hooded man was stood above him. Shepard hadn't been so scared in his life. He dived out of bed and through fear, threw a warp field at the man. The warp field was deflected by the man's own barrier and they stood there. Not fighting back. "Well, that wasn't very nice was it?"
"…Why are you here?"
" I want to talk…I figured since you didn't kill me you'd want that, so here I am, may I ask of your name?"
"Commander…"
"First name…" the man interrupted. "I already know your last name."
"…Derek…Derek Shepard."
"Your parents could have picked a name that fitted your last name, John would have been a good substitute."
"My parents were simple…what about yours, what's your name?"
"Arin di Shov, if you want the small version. The long version is Arin di Shov Meera-venar, karn-tarnar lesh meenan. It's not an inherited name I chose it. Regret it now but it serves as a reminder." He walked towards Shepard and stopped when there was about half a metre between them. "So listen. I want you to help me with something, and I can't tell you anymore other than the fact that it's personal, if you can help me with this then I'll fight for you. That's a pretty decent deal if I say so myself." As this was said Garrus and grunt barged into the room. They both held u their weapons and the hooded man turned his head slightly. "So, what do you say." He offered his hand, and to his surprise Shepard took it without hesitation.
"Welcome aboard the Normandy Arin."
Hope you enjoyed it to be honest I personally quite liked this one as I was writing it. Regardless would like some feedback on whether it was good or bad, interesting boring, grammar you know what I'm on about anyway. Also would like to apologise again for the lateness of this chapter, believe me I felt really stupid for losing it.
