Citadel administration office.
"Laurence Barnes..." The C-Sec Turian said looking at papers. Prophet and Anderson where sitting in the administration office as they filled out Prophets identification papers, otherwise he would have been counted as an "unknown entity" and found hostile. "Expert marksman, no stranger to aliens, owns an unidentifiable alien weapon, and... This can't be right."
"May I ask what it is sir?" Anderson said, reaching a hand out.
"According to these papers, suit man here should be dead." The Turian said. He pointed at the age section of the papers and gave an off look.
"Well I am genetically altered to be more lively." Prophet said."Age is practically nonexistent to me, expecially with where I've been."
"I see... So tell me, what kind of interactions have you had with non-human species?" The Turian said, holding out a small recording device. The light was flashing. He was being recorded.
A moment passes before a word is said. "My planet was ravaged by an alien threat known as the Ceph." At the word Ceph, the Turian nearly stopped breathing. "I was one of the only svurvivors of the attack, and I lost good friends to the alien bastards."
"Please watch your language." Anderson said, but the Turian put a hand up. The recorder was turned off and the Turian was lightly shaking.
"Off the record, how many planets do you think where subject to those monstrosities?" The Turian said. Prophet just stayed silent. "The Asari would remember this clearly, massive ships, squid like aliens, some sort of plague, and death all around." There is another couple moments of silence. "Other species where strong enough to survive. Humanity was lucky to have soldiers like you, otherwise you might as well be extinct."
"I thought only we where subject to the Ceph." Anderson commented. The Turian stands up, walks to his window, and opens the blinds. He stares deeply out the window and speaks without turning away.
"When the legend of a Ceph-Human hybrid sprung up, and rumors of humanity being the only species to truly force the Ceph back uprooted, the council acted like dead men walking. They even had the thoughts of destroying humanity entirely."
"They wouldn't have made it far." Prophet said, hostility in his voice. "Being proto-human, the abilities I possess wouldn't have let that happen easily."
"... I know." The Turian said, looking at the floor as he did. "Talk to Garrus Varrcarian. He hates the council just about as much as you do, Laurence."
"I will." Prophet said. He and Anderson both stand. "Are we free to leave?"
"Yes." The Turian said. "I'll handle the paper work from here." With that, they take their leave and exit the room into the hallway. They begin to leave the C-Sec offices and their radio begins to buzz.
"Captain Anderson."
"Captain, it's Joker. We have had a Turian come onboard by the name of Garrus Varrcarian." Both Prophet and Anderson stop in front of the offices entrance and glance at each other before going back to the radio.
"Please inform him to wait in the communications room. Me and Barnes are enroute to the Normandy."
"Eye, eye, captain. I will inform him." With that in mind, Anderson holsters his radio and they begin walking torwards the elevator to the Normandy.
"Is the council really that scarred of me?" Prophet asked. They enter the first elevator and begin to descend into the main hub.
"From what the Turian said, I'm not surprised that people would be scared of you." Anderson said.
"That's a little unsettling."
"It truly is." The elevator stops and they both walk out and torwards the opposite elevator. "So do you know of one named Michael Psyches?"
"Psycho?" Prophet said almost surprised. "He was my comrade throughout most of the human-Ceph war."
"Well apparently after we dug you up, a cryogenic storage facility on earth reported a man being un-iced from nowhere. I had plans to make a visit, if you request so."
"That would be wonderful."
"Damn straight!" Someone yelled. They both look at the man and when he gets closer, something special happened.
"Psycho!" Prophet said. "What the hell are you doing here?" He said as they begin to greet each other. Psycho didn't change much, although for once he didn't have a sniper on his back.
"Looking for you, ya black cracker!" Psycho said as he waved his arms around.
"At least I ain't British ice, muppet." Prophet jokingly retaliated.
"Oh ho! Okay!"
"Gentlemen." Anderson sternly said. "Let's not do this out here."
"Ah, fine." They all enter the elevator and begin to rise up to the Normandy dock. "So, the hell happened to you Laurence?"
"I was forced into space and wedged into a planet far away from earth." Prophet said. "What about you?"
"I forced C.E.L.L. cock suckers to supply me the resources to ice me. After some clever programming, I was able to make it to whenever you woke up, so would I." A couple moments pass and no one says a word. "God has our world changed."
"I know Michael." Prophet said. "Space ships, alien races, and now century old men."
"Really reminds me of Clare." Psycho said. "She was never predictable and always had a couple surprises."
"Heh. To Clare." The elevator stops and they all exit out into the dock and Psycho gets his first look at the Normandy, his expression saying it all. "Holy shit. This thing must be extremely fast to boot."
"It is." Anderson said as they approached the boarding zone. "How do you know that?"
"My family is pure dogfight flyers." Psycho said. "We need to know our aerodynamics, and something like this in space is practically untouchable at full speed."
"Indeed." They enter the decontamination area and after they're cleaned, they head into the main control area and Psycho gets his grand tour. "Our pilot Joker is to the left if you wish to speak with him Psycho." Psycho nods and begins to head torwards the cockpit of the Normandy as Prophet and Anderson head torwards the main battery cannon.
Psycho PoV.
"Call me impressed." Psycho said as he entered the bigger than usual cockpit. A person in a chair turns to face him and gives him a small salute.
"Welcome to the Normandy. The name is Joker."
"Michael. Otherwise known as Psycho." He said as they shook hands and Joker flinches a bit. They both let go and Joker grabs his hand.
"Sorry. Brittle bone disease." Joker said. He turns around and gets back to working on his ship and a message appears on a monitor and Joker sights before pressing the intercom button. "Captain Anderson, you are needed in the council chambers on the citadel." He lets go of the button and turns back around. "So if I was being trailed by enemy fighters from behind coming from a seventy degree vertical angle, in space, what would I do to counter it?"
"To start, you would need to do a half barrel roll before bringing the nose up as far as possible..."
Prophet PoV.
"So introductions aside," Grarrus said. "What did you want to know about the Ceph?" He asked. They where both standing up and in front of the main battery controls.
"Just one." Prophet said. "How many species where affected by them?"
"Well," Garrus started. "The Asari and Turrians where major threats of attack, the Krogan where too resilient to be destroyed, and many smaller species where just not worth the time. Some Quarrian ships had some troubles but they mostly avoided direct combat, which begs me to ask. Why where they so intrigued with humanity? Many it's because you learned to harness their technology?"
"So I've been told." Prophet said as he raised his arm. Part of his arm turned invisible while the rest remained the same. It turns visible again and he lowers his arm. "What kind of engineering would it take to replicate this suit?"
"For my understanding, a lot of energy accessibility and nanotechnology, but not even that's been developed. And with the fact that nano-tech basically fuses with your body, I don't think we will have many advances in the super human department."
"I see. So, what's next for us?"
To be continued...
So what's next for us? That's a question for you guys. Do they stop the super meteor, save Liara T'soni, or go after Liara's mother? This is your choice to make, so make it a good one. Yes I will have the other characters introduced next chapter as what is a story without character development? Anyways, for the next chapter, peace!
P.S. Yes it is a short chapter and it should be longer, but I will say it now. It is not easy trying to integrate these two stories and my think tank isn't working right. I will try to make it better, but until then...