Chapter 3: The Citadel (Thank God)
AN: Hey guys, welcome back! So our dear protagonist hit a stroke of luck here. The chapter says it all. Enjoy!
I woke up with a groan… again. Man this was starting to get old. Oh shit where am I? I shot up, only to see… whoa. I was looking at the Citadel, more specifically a rather fancy apartment. First and foremost, thank god. I was on the Citadel, so that might meant I was in the Trilogy. That takes care of one problem. Wait! I don't have an identity here… shit.
That's when I saw a flash of light. A paper floated down, and I snatched it out of the air, immediately reading it. 'Hey bud, Orion here. A few things I forgot to mention. One: You don't have to worry about setting up an identity, I sorted that out. Right now, you're still Ethan Morgan, but you were born on June 13th 2152, and on a remote colony. Unfortunately, your parents were still the killed. You managed to kill the assassin when you were sixteen, but you still trained. I got you an apartment on the Citadel, along with a few other things. Good luck buddy! Oh and the current year is 2178, so make of that what you will.'
I crumpled the note up, breathing a sigh of relief. This was… good. At least I won't have to forge an identity, cause that's a bit too troublesome. I finally decided to check out the apartment. It was… expensive looking. Way too expensive looking for my tastes. Okay, let's see what Orion gave me.
I moved towards the dresser… I think, and opened it up. Oh thank god he gave me 21st century stuff. Looking down, I realized I was still wearing the gear I had on before. Yep, balaclava, bulletproof vest etc. Hell, I still had my... gun. What the fuck? My pistol was... different. It seemed more... futuristic. The gun itself was bigger, the slide and everything else gained a silver tint, and it had a weird glowing line down the side of the slide. I'll figure this out later. Right now I should focus on getting out of this gear.
Well after a bit of deciding, I was now sporting a black 'old school' leather jacket, along with blue jeans and a black t-shirt, with my... I don't even know what to call this gun... oh fuck it, my hand-cannon strapped to my leg. Huh, not bad. I mean the gun might draw attention, but I have the proper papers… I think. Shit. Well, one thing at a time Ethan.
Okay, now that I have clothes, I need an omni tool. Let's see, oh a closet. Why the hell didn't I check this thing before? Opening it I saw… holy shit. So, good news I have an omni tool. And guns. Armor too. The very first thing I did was put the omni tool on. Oh boy I had to get used to this, didn't I? Ah well, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it.
I pulled out the armor case, giddy with anticipation. Hopefully this armor was good. Opening the case, I saw… I actually don't know what I saw. Was that a… hood? ...Wait a minute.
Upon further inspection, I noticed that the material was black, and it was oddly soft. I took the hood out. It was literally a hood. Well that's a let down. I figured I'd try it on. I put the hood on, and it… fit perfectly. Huh, weird. Underneath the hood was the actual armor. It was black, and extremely light.
Another flash went off, and with it another note floated down. 'So I forgot to mention, the armor you're looking at is… Prototype Alliance Spec Ops Armor… so don't get caught using it. Don't worry, it's easy to put on. Also I gave your pistol a much needed upgrade, and the guns in the closet... you'll see. Good luck. With hopes you'll make it, Orion.'
Oh you have got to be kidding me! The note disappeared, and I was left gaping like a fish. You know what, fuck it. I'm trying on the armor.
Holy shit! This thing is badass! There were four orange dots where my eyes would be, the armor itself had glowing points all over, and Christ this thing looked menacing. The gauntlets were armored, almost blade like, the suit itself was light yet still looked like it could take a beating. Now for the finishing touches. I put the hood on, and boom. It was complete. Then I realized something. I was about… five years early. Mass Effect didn't take place until 2183. What the fuck was I going to do for five years?
I looked out towards the Citadel. Ah hell, whatever I ended up doing, might as well make a difference. Oh the possibilities are endless.
AN: So yeah, Ethan got a bit lucky, but luck doesn't last forever. The armor is something I found while searching the web, and is the new cover image for the story. Let's see what Ethan can start in the next chapter shall we? Until next time, Read, Review and Enjoy!