I didn't have long to wonder.

In my hesitation the mercs got to the armoury so the only choice I had left was to go back to the kids and try to head them off. I forcibly shoved the anxiety and terror to the back of my mind and tried to come up with something. I don't know what I could possibly do about the situation since I don't have a gun, shields, or a stick to fight with.

Fuck. Okay, breathe.

Focus.

I'll pirate something off the internet as soon as I can get around the stupid fucking parental controls.

I passed the janitor's office and grabbed whatever cleaning supplies I could fit inside me along with some more cutting implements which I will probably need at some point. I don't know how much cleaning supplies have changed in the future, but I'm hoping to mix up something nasty.

Wait no, that's a stupid idea. I don't know any of the ingredients in these things. No time to read them. I don't want to mix up anything like fluoroantimonic acid or napalm or anything that can burn through the hull of the ship. That would be very very bad.

I open up the bottle of floor cleaner and empty it's contents. That should stall them for a little while. Slippery floors were always annoying plus it was clear and thus invisible on metal.

I did my best to get the residual tingling out of my body with some success and stumbled my way back to the kids. I needed to be at 100 percent and this tingling is really distracting. I could walk yeah, but that wasn't anything worth mentioning since being able to put one leg in front of the other in an orderly manner was a BASELINE and nothing special. All of my attempts to scale the wall have ended with my face on the ground.

I guess the shocks did more to my legs then I thought. Crap. Must be nerve damage, not good.

Don't go there.

What would I do once I got back to the cargo bay? I'm sure that they would've freed themselves by now with the knife I gave them. It's not like they could do anything else.

Oh, but the creeps have guns. So, that would be really bad they got pinned with out any escape. Maybe I could pull a trick from a cartoon and drop a piano or something equally heavy on them. I'm sure a ship like this has something I can drop from the air vents. A telephone book will do.

But what If they didn't? Books are outdated. What if it was a tablet? How would I even pull off such a thing when I couldn't climb to the vent? Oh my god, We are doomed. I screwed up big time. What do I do? Someone tell me what do I do?

STOP.

Oh god. This is a disaster. What should I-? No. I need to focus. Lives are at stake. That's the priority. Calm down.

Yeah, that's not happening. I'm going to need some outside source.

I don't have coffee. I'm pretty sure that would make me worse anyway.

No tea.

I can't bleed.

I can't take a shower.

Music? Sure. Music is good for setting a mood. Video game music especially.

/Play/- 4 Minutes Before Death (Variation)

It was a morbid if fitting song and it didn't do shit for keeping panic away. But listening to boss theme music gave me focus. Which was good since I only had a few minutes before they would show up and gun us all down.

Yeah, not gonna go there.

If my scanner was any accurate, most of them were looking up at the walls and the ceiling, looking to see if I was loose. I guess the B-synths were more well known then I guessed. Then again, white creatures wandering around the citadel walls would be pretty hard to miss. We're kinda shiny.

I went over my inventory again so see if I could get ideas.

My duct tape roll was almost gone. I had maybe 40 yards of yarn to use, a fake spider, a dog ball, some wire cutters, a lighter, wd-40, and medigel. Nothing I could really u- WAIT A MINUTE.

The dog balls are extra bouncy since the mechs at HQ need lots and lots of exercise. Maybe they could work as a decoy if I throw them into a vent. The sounds it should make would be pretty close to my steps. Yeah, I'm not the quietest runner. Metal shoe- hoofs. Metal hoofs aren't exactly the quietest thing around.

Time is running out and the mercs are getting closer.

/Play/- Countdown

Goddammit brain I wanted something to help me focus, not induce more stress! Go back to playing the other one!

Running up the wall wasn't a viable action, but I bet I could punch through the vent if I jumped hard enough. I did that once in HQ and got slapped with community service.

I tightened the nonexistent muscles in my legs and and jumped as high as I could-

-Just in time for them so see me disappear into the vent.

"Shit!" Cried someone. "It's in the vents!"

I reached into my inventory and pull out the ball and made to throw it.

Sadly, I was interrupted by gunfire which was dumb of them. Who the fuck would shoot up their own ship? Seriously I mean, what If they shot something important. Actually, that's not a bad idea.

I'll do that later when my legs are more cooperative.

After angling the ball just right, I threw it as hard as I could down the vent leading to the engine room and waited for the thundering bounces to lure the creeps away from me.

Unfortunately, it only half worked. Most of the mercs left but a few salarians stayed behind and started moving towards the cargo bay.

That's really not good. Really really not good. They have guns and I'm at a disadvantage since I can't move well up he-

THUNK!

Or they could slip and faceplant on the goopy floor cleaner I poured on the floor earlier. That works too.

Too bad I don't have any bleach and alcohol. I could've mixed some chloroform to knock them out. Mind you I'd probably knock myself out too.

I twist around in the air vent and pounce on the unsuspecting amphibians before they could regain their balance. I'm careful to stay standing ontop of them, since it would be really fucking embarrassing if I got screwed by my own trap.

Surprisingly, it doesn't take much for them to go down. A punch to the pelvis will keep them off their feet for a while not to mention that most of them were heavily disoriented.

Rapid pulse. Inflammatory response in the lungs and skin. Sluggishness. Lack of coordination. Those were classic signs of distress in salarians.

I guess the floor cleaner must've had some toxic fumes or something because once they were out. They were out.

I'm sure the ship filtration system will clear the air soon enough. Yeah. I totally didn't accidentally endanger the hostages.

Nope.

Then again, salarians might've just been more susceptible to it. Amphibian skin is really thin and absorbent after all.

At anyrate, mercs are dangerous no matter the race. I took the time to liberate them of their weapons and anything else that might've been useful. I'm sure at least one of the asari must've been to a shooting range at some point in their lives. Plus a gun is better than nothing right?

I started running back to the cargo bay when I kicked myself. I really need to tie up the amphibians in case they woke up. I still had some yarn left, so why not. I made sure to hog tie them the same way I was bound. Let's see how they like it!

Yarn isn't the strongest material, but that shouldn't matter if they can't get leverage.

Whew. Crisis averted. At least for now.

"Children?" I called. "Status?" Shorter statements are easier to hear over noise.

"We're here!" Someone called back.

A quick adjustment to my olfactory sensors meant that I could track them by smell again. But given that it ended up with me stumbling from nausea, I elected to reset it back to normal and use it only at junctions. I don't know how dogs do it. Get through the day without puking I mean.

Anyways, after tracking the kids to a supply closet I elected to start set up some more traps using the junk from inside. Who would've thought that my days watching prank videos would finally come in handy. Either way, eventually we had something vaguely resembling a fort and Casia and I made our way outside again, hopefully to find a way to set off the distress signal.

Casia because she had a vague idea of how ships worked and me for protection. Our protection anyway.

It was a smart idea but the mercs were smarter still. Seriously, the idea of mercs being dumb and hammy only exists in television and video games. This is definitely reality with all the perks and pitfalls including smart bastards.

Right?

Something about that last thought isn't sitting right with me. Maybe it was because I'd organized all of my options and abilities in my mind space to resemble a video game menu.

I shrugged and tossed the thought with all the others that I fully intended to ignore for as long as possible until I have a break down. Like the ones about my degree, my job, and my friends and family.

I am going to regret that. But that's for future Lydia to worry about. Present Lydia has to worry about getting out of a captive situation while being trapped with almost helpless children and terrifying mercs. I'm the only one with the skills to get them out.

Oh who am I kidding, I'm a walking surveillance camera. What sort of protection do I have to offer aside from some outdated school credits? Nothing that's what.

But back to the topic.

Somehow, Casia and I overestimated our abilities we wound up being caught.

"Fucking brats aren't worth the trouble." Growled what must've been the leader of the batarian bunch. "Finish them."

One of the other guys raised their gun.

Yeah NO. Not on my watch. You don't kill kids. Not now. Not in my time. Not Ever.

But we were trapped, helpless as the merc pulled the trigger and fired the bullet-

/Barrier Activated/

-And rippled the blue wall that spontaneously erupted between us and the mercs.

COOL! Uh… I mean, awesome! We are saved! I'll just sort out the settings later when I get back to the citadel.

Naturally, in my excitement I drop the barrier.

BANG!

Ow! My leg! I need that to run you stupid son of a duck.

BANG!

Owww… That's where Harkin kicked me yesterday. Can't they shoot somewhere else?

Bang!

I retract that statement.

I quickly reactivated the barrier again and checked to see if Cassia was hurt. Somehow in spite of us being cornered and not moving, they all missed when they fired. Wow, these guys are worse shots than imperial stormtroopers.

Or maybe they all shot at me. In which case, their aim isn't like that of an imperial storm trooper but more like that of a blind parrot.

It was probably the second one.

Evidently I'm still considered the bigger threat, which was good in an 'oh crap I'm strong' kind of way. The problem with that is that all of the attention would be on me and most of my skills rely on me having time and stealth to set up. I mean, I could go and pop all their ear drums, but that would hurt Cassia too. Plus the noise might make the other kids come out from the safe spot. Curiosity and all that.

I guess I could charge like a krogan too, but given that I don't have that kind of bulk it won't do much aside from maybe breaking a leg.

Of course… I do have a barrier now… A /Kinetic Barrier/ at that. I wonder how fast I need to go to turn it into a battering ram.

I guess it must've shown on my face because Cassia immediately stepped to the side once I backed up against the wall.

What I wouldn't give to remember their faces when I pushed off the wall and plowed them over.

Oh well.

Anyways, the barrier could definitely be used as a battering ram, but it took a lot of power to maintain after the initial charge. It took even more energy from me since I was pushing against an increasing mass as I forcibly shoved down the halls with them. After a few seconds I was less of a battering ram and more of an advancing wall of doom. Then once I got used to the whole process I turned into a plow of sorts. The bodies of angry mercs rolling in front of me were pretty entertaining to see but I couldn't do much more than that.

Which was bad because the mercs were getting their bearings before I could push them down. Fortunately Casia was pretty quick on the uptake and she started glowing blue and throwing around some fancy shmancy stuff /Biotics/ to deal some damage until I could push them over and the bodies of their brethren rolled over them.

I meant to push them all into the cargo bay but I must've missed a turn somewhere. Me and Casia plowed the mercs right into a dead end not unlike the one we got trapped in earlier.

I guess I must've pumped in too much energy or something-

BOOM!

-because the barrier exploded.

With a great deal of light, noise, and force.

It took out all the mercs that had been piled onto it.

It also blew the me and the kid back a few meters.

"Oh…. My head." Moaned the girl as she sat up after god knows how long. Then she jumped to her feet and grabbed me off the ground. "What in the name of the goddess was that?"

Come on! I just got caught in an explosion. How can you pop up like a daisy after tha- Oh. I must've taken the brunt of the thing.

Can't I get a break before being turned into a giant rattle?!

Hey! Is that the little dipper I see?

"You had tech armor in your systems? What else can you do?" The intensity of the shaking increased. "TALK YOU STUPID THING! WHAT ELSE IS IN THERE!"

Oh look. I'm the center of the milky way and everything is spinning around me- Wait. That's not good. Also, my head is lolling to the side and I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to happen either. It's too much work to move.

Jegus buggering christ! Enough is enough. I'm tired, I hurt everywhere, and I could really use a big plate of beef and pepper stir fry right now. "FOoD PlEaSE."

I did not mean to say that. I swear to god I did not mean to say that and I definitely didn't mean to sound like I'm stoned. Why do I sound like that anyway?

Casia stopped and stared at me. "Seriously? You just took out a bunch of mercs that were holding me hostage and you want food?" The asari threw her hands in the air, dropping me in the process. Ow. Much ow. "Ugh. Earth animals are weird!"

Then she picked me up and started making her way to the cockpit.

I kind of zoned out since nothing was happening. I'm pretty sure that most of the mercs were dealt with when the tech armor blew us all up. The kids could handle any other strays right?

Right?


They were in the middle of an investigation when Garrus spoke. "Something big is about to go down."

His temporary partner, a human woman named Kael looked at him curiously. "What makes you say that?"

"Aside from the huge number of officers that are active? Just a hunch. "He replied without looking away from his target. "It's going to happen at the citadel tower."

The batarian quickly passed something to another one and slipped away into an alley. He really wished that Lucia was here. Her biometric scanner would've been a godsend when it came to tracking people down. Garrus really would've loved to know where the first batarian went but as it was, the second messenger was more important.

"Okay… I'm all for intuition but that's kind of random." She sighed. "Care to be a little more specific?"

Gah… Why did they stick him with a complete greenhorn? He had better things to do than lead a human by their olfactory organ."Isn't it weird that only the asari and the turians were affected by the recent string of kidnapping attempts?"

The newbie blinked in realization. "You think councilor Valern is behind it?" She gasped in alarm.

The offbeat answer threw him for a moment. "No...? I think he's the main target."

"How could he be the target when none of the victims are salarian?" Demanded the woman as she stood up. Her voice rising in volume. "He must be the reason why no one can go after Lucia."

"KAEL!" He hissed in response. "We are in the middle of a stake out! Shut up and get down before you blow our cover!" Once his partner obeyed he continued. "Security is occupied. Every active officer is either on patrol, or hunting down the surveillance mechs for their footage. Spectres are scattered looking for the ship of the kids."

"-So if anything is going to happen, it's going to happen now." Added the newbie.

"Pretty much. Yeah."

Garrus eyed the second transaction between two batarians and he watched one get into a skycar while the other spoke into his omnitool. Once again he wished that Lucia was around. Sepin had mentioned that she might have some eavesdropping software shoved somewhere in her data banks. Of course, she might not actually know it, but at least he'd have proof that this sort of thing was happening.

Kael was nice and all, but he highly doubted that she would give good reports given how much time she needs to process something. She was probably better of as a meter maid than his partner.

"Hey Vakarian?" Asked the woman in question. "They've split. One person is heading towards the dock and the other just flew off towards the citadel tower. What do we do?"

"We split up. The one heading for the dock is probably going to try and get off the citadel. Do not let that happen. You call for back up and stall him." He commanded. "Or tail him. He might lead you to the missing kids. Something tells me they're all connected."

"What about you? What are you going to do?"

Kinda obvious isn't it? "I'm going to the tower. If anything happens I can snipe them from the top floor."


You know that awful stiff feeling you get from sleeping too much? The one that makes you really wish you could go back to sleep standing up? Yeah that's what I'm feeling right now.

Also my head feel like there's a bunch of krogan stamping around in it.

I wonder if that's what a hangover feels like.

"Virtas!" Screeched Casia. "Let him go!"

Hey! Isn't that the salarian from before holding the primarchs daughter hostage to get us to fly the ship somewhere? Wow. That's kind of terrible. I wonder what I'm supposed to do.

Salarians are amphibious right?

Hey wimpy salarian! Have some WD-40 to the face!

Oh great I've been infected by the lagmonster. My arms are moving a bit too slowly for my liking. Oh well. At least The salarian screaming was funny.

The action freed the turian who took the chance to punch the guy in the stomach. Wow, that must've really ouched.

"Casia! There you are! And what are you holding" Chirped a semi-familiar voice. "Spirits oh spirits! Is that Luci? How are you here anyway? And what happened when I was out? You both look terrible."

I'm sure I do. Please put me down and let me sleep. If that's not possible I'd like a nice big slice of pizza please, half buffalo chicken and half margarita with a small soda on the side. I'd also like a nice hot bath and a fluffy blanket and a novel so I can curl up and read while I ate my pi-

Wait a minute. The primarch's kid is a girl named Feferi. That's a boy voice and he's talking a mile a minute.

"Lucia? What do- Are you saying that this is the receptionist mech you keep talking about?" Squawked Casia. "That can't be right. This one hasn't spoken beyond two word commands."

"Well my uncle says that she isn't really inclined to talk to people she isn't familiar with." Shrugged the boy as he took me from Casia. He turned me around and put his face right in front of my own. "Hi Luci! It's me, your best friend! Virtas Palin!"

His subvocals thrummed eagerly as he waited for my reaction.

What am I supposed to say to that? I feel like it's part of a joke I've forgotten.

Oh. Right. A video game reference. Specifically, it's an Undertale reference. Sadly my head hurts too much to remember much other than the awesome music from that game. Maybe I could just play something from that?

/Play/- Undertale OST: 012 - Home

"Hey! That isn't the right song! You're supposed to play 'Hopes and Dreams'" He whined. Then he perked up. "At least you got the reference."

"What are you yammering about?" Asked Casia. "What reference?"

"Oh Lucia showed me this really cool game the a while ago. It's really old fashioned, the graphics sucked, and the plot was really childish but the music was really good." He bounced.

Was this the kid that got hit with knockout gas earlier? 'Cuz you'd never be able to tell from how much he's talking. Palin says the entire clan he married into was like that. Weird.

Casia looked unimpressed with the description of undertale. "What's so cool about it then?"

"Well it changes drastically depending on how you play it Some of the play routes are really really cool. Others are pretty creepy.. I kinda ruined my file though. Oh well." The boy looked really downcast for a moment before perking up again. Hey! I saw what you guys did with the rest of the mercs on the security cameras! That was cool! I hope my uncle get's me a Lucia model for my mark celebration."

"FoOoooOD." I moaned. Because seriously, these kids looked like old friends and Virtas could probably talk someone to death. I really needed to eat. "SEriouSly ViRTaS. Put M' DoWN SO i c'N GrAb SomETH'n T' EaT."

"Oh. Right. Sorry." He then dropped me like a sack of potatoes and started fishing in his pockets. "Umm… wait just a minute. I think I have something that you might like."

Oh boy, pocket junk. My favorite. Still, he might actually have something tasty. Even if he didn't I could always do a vampire impression and drink salarian blood. Then again, maybe not. I don't think WD-40 would taste very good.

"Just a minute… ah.. Here it is!" The boy pulled out a package. "Shrimp crackers!"

Oh sweet! Munchies!

I jumped off the ground and grabbed the bag off him and started eating before he could start rambling again. I probably look like a rabid animal but I don't care.

"By the goddess. It spoke!" Stared Casia. She shook her head. "Crazy day."

"Hey Casia. You get kidnapped more often than me. What do we do now?" Asked the turian. "I mean, everyone is safe and accounted for and the mercs are either knocked out, tied up, or dead." He glanced at me. "But we're still stuck in a ship floating in space."

"You're a turian. Shouldn't you know this sort of thing too?"

"Well yeah, I'd contact the local law enforcement after ensuring the safety of those around me." Snarked Virtas "But as you probably know. Our omnitools were taken and locked in the captain's quarters and Lucia sustained some serious damage."

"Oh." Blushed the asari. "Right. I'm going to set off the ship's distress signal now. It should have Extranet access and a private terminal that we can use."


I am so boned.

I am so so boned.

I exploded a spectre.

I exploded Saren Arterius, right in the face.

And now I'm being interrogated for it.

Actually, I'm just giving a verbal report for the kidnapping incident. After blowing myself up I had to spend a week out cold while Sepin tinkered with my innards. Getting thrown around, tazed, concussed, and shot is no joke, even for someone like me. My report is the last one they need to wrap the whole thing up.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to get in trouble for something though. I always do.

"In my defense, he shouldn't have rammed and boarded the ship without warning. I seriously thought he was one of those batarian pirates that I keep hearing about. Plus he should've identified himself when I asked. It was self defense and exhaustion! I swear!

"Then he has the nerve to roar when no one wants to cooperate with him. I mean dude, I've been running myself ragged. I'm not going to put up with any [COW MOOING] from mercs. They have this habit of lying about their identity and origins ya know? As far as I'm concerned, he could've been some slaver." I ranted as the asari took notes.

Ugh. I hope not all spectres are like this. Arterius reminds me more of Dolores Umbridge than an actual agent of the council. Then again, Umbrage was an agent of her government too.

Scary thought.

No wonder Palin and Virtas hate these guys. Lots of power and no boundaries. Nothing you can really do about it. The council probably won't care what they do so long as they get what they want.

"Anyways a huge fight broke out since I thought he was hostile and I threw up a super charged barrier and he thought I was hostile so he kept shooting at me. Then he grabbed me with the blue aura thing-"

"Biotics" Interrupted the asari "They're called biotics."

"The term is stupid." I snorted. "The term brings medical and ecology subjects to my mind. Like antibiotics and biotic factors."

The asari shot me an irritated look but whatever.

"Anyway, he grabbed me with his BIOTICS." I wrinkled my nose at the peculiar term. " and started throwing me around trying to take down the barrier. Feferi, Casia, and Virtas didn't like that too much so they threw something at him. I'm not really sure what it was. It really stunk though, I remember throwing up after that and dropping the barrier.

"I heard gunshots after that and one of the kids screaming so I thought he shot someone. I figured I'd get into serious trouble after that if I didn't do something about it so I tackled him as hard as I could and tried to do that incinerate thing that Sepin said I could probably do. It uh… It didn't work but he shuddered a bit and smashed me against the wall so I guess I must've done SOMETHING. Anyway I overcharged a barrier and rammed him again, thus blowing him up and knocking myself out." I finished with a yawn. I'd been here talking for a while. I hope the debriefing was almost over. I kind of just want to go to sleep where I stand.

"I see… So you used a bastardized version of tech armor as a battering ram." The asari finished jotting down her notes. " And what was the whole screaming episode from earlier? I saw the aftermath."

I felt myself grow warm as I rubbed the back of my head awkwardly. "Umm… I'm not really sure. I guess I was still really keyed up from the whole thing when I woke up in the C-Sec lab. I really hate centipedes and when one of them ran across the ceiling I guess I just lost it."

"You tore out of the building, nearly gouged out Zylser's eye, pied the executor and trashed the lobby because of a fake centipede." She deadpanned.

"Well I didn't know it was a fake at the time." I squawked. "Plus those things are really creepy, and they bite."

"And is that everything?"

"Yeah. Pretty much." I shrugged. "Hey. Is there a way for me to file a complaint against Arterius?"

"Sadly no. Spectres are outside of C-Sec Jurisdiction." Sighed the asari. I suspected that she got the question very often. "You might be able to fill out an incident report though."

Well, something was better than nothing. Plus I don't sleep, so if Arterius ever decides to shoot someone else as a shortcut I can flood the department with paperwork. If there's one thing all departments hate it'll be paperwork. If I flood them with it then they'd have to discipline him just to get some peace.

Virtas once he got some medigel slapped on the bullet wound went right back to peppering people with questions they are obligated to answer by virtue of his family relation.

Of course, I could use the fact that he got shot to spread some nasty rumors. PR is a pretty big deal amongst government officials too. The problem with that is that I can't control the fall out. I think I'll just keep that as a last resort since the spectre is actually pretty respected in turian circles.

"Alright. You are dismissed Lucia. The executor says you get a month of downtime for rest and therapy."

"Cool. I'll take my leave." I nodded a farewell and hopped off the table.

I wonder what happened here while I was out.

I guess I'll ask Garrus when I get to the apartment. But first I'm going to stop by that charm shop. There's a flower clip with my name written all over it and after what I've been through, I could afford to splurge a little bit.


Author's note:

Hi everyone. I have updated as requested. My summer was nuts and I ended up juggling four different jobs at the same time which as you can imagine, didn't leave much time to write. Inspiration was also pretty hard to come by since I kept getting into the zone and getting interrupted. If anyone out there has ADHD you know how awful it is when it happens. Anyways school's started now and chances are, my update times will be even slower.

I'm kind of debating doing a side stories kind of thing. Like a psychiatric report on lucia or some of the shenanigans she occasionally gets up to. Or maybe even a list of rules that get written up to account for her size. stuff like that.

Still, I don't want to give up this story. Since I won't be able to do this on my own, I would like to request a beta to help me stream line this whole thing. I need someone who has reasonably good grammar, a large amount of patience, and a good chunk of knowledge of the games since I don't always know if I've gotten everything down correctly. Plus someone has to let me know when my computer's autocorrect has screwed things up. Pm me if you are interested.

On a totally different topic, I like undertale. I really do. The music is awesome and the dialogue a blast. Plus I am way better at bullet hell games than I am at first person shooters. But I think that Turians would find the initial points to be really childish and the pacifist run to be super cheesy. They are a race of soldiers after all. I do think that aliens might find the meta aspect of the game to be fun though.

Yes the fact that lucia addresses her self as Lydia from time to time is not a mistake. She is using a new name, she has not given up her connections to her past. How she got to the mass effect universe won't be addressed for a long long time. Depending on how long the overarching story will be it might not even be addressed in this particular story but one that follows after it. I don't know. I'm still working out the kinks and details of this one.

I'd like to think I'm better at writing garrus in this chapter. But it's pretty hard since i base my characters off the people I know and I don't know anyone quite like garrus to bounce theoretical dialogue off on. Please let me know how I did.

Also tell me what you think of her improvisation skills. Were they plausible, unrealistic, entertaining, stupid?

I like the idea of exploding shields and barriers are going to be a major part of Lucia's arsenal in the future. Right now, she doesn't know how to use it properly and as such, takes a lot of damage when it goes wrong and wear her self out. Like in an actual video game she'll improve on using them as she practices. Also like in a video game, she can unlock new abilities as time passes on through sorting through her corrupted databases. Though it isn't much learning and acquiring skills as much as it is becoming aware that she has them. Kind of like cleaning your room and finding the yoyo that you used to do neat tricks with.

Her lack of knowledge of biotics come mostly from lack of exposure and embarrassment. She's a receptionist so its not like people will have in-depth explanations on what bionics are with her. Plus she thinks of the word in ecological and medical terms, both of which refer to life in some manner.

This is getting a bit long so I'll just get to the review replies.

eurodox59: Thank you for your wonderful compliments! It made me feel warm and fuzzy. I'm so glad you are enjoying my story. ^_^

pyrothekid: I'm glad you like the story :D. I think I've read the one about the guy who could control water. I liked the concept but some of the characters were a bit too ooc for me to believe that they are the same people. It's why I'm trying to keep everyone reasonably in character.

shugokage: Yes. Definitely. The worst part about being under a lot of stress is that as time passes you start to notice lots of possible solutions but since the opportunity has passed there's nothing you can do. I was actually coming up with those solutions on the fly as I was writing and I could't choose which one to use.

Dekuton: Thank you for reviewing! I'm happy you like the story. I actually do have some ideas regarding firearms for Lucia. Plus she does have an integral weapon, she just hasn't unlocked it yet.

Seikah: I'm glad you like this sort of thing. As you know I was inspired by A woman and her wolf to write this story. I'm pretty sure there are others you might like in the 'The Original Mass Effect Insertion Community'. It's full of odd SIs.

Dracconis: XD Thank you for the Comment!

Blaze 1992: Yep. Lucia either has the best luck in the world, or the worst luck depending on how you look at it. And yes, she will be using some omnitool powers. She just has to unlock them first.

Pelinal-Whitestrake: WOW. I never expected you to leave a review. I'm so flattered. And honored. I hope to live up to your expectations. n_n

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Anyways, Leave some feed back. Let me know how I did.

P.S. funny enough. The word count for this chapter here is different than the one in google docs. It's off by a hundred words. If anyone can find the discrepancy please let me know.