It was official...God's an asshole. Just got my hands on Mass Effect the Legendary Edition on its release date, which also coincided with the eve of the day of my birth, and he let me die.

Course he wasn't a complete dick, he was kind enough to drop my soul and my memories into a still human body, an Alliance Soldier, Biotic Powers of the Vanguard Variety. First thing I did was search date, then Shepard, then the Reapers. I made sure to search for stuff above my clearance such as Noveria and the Last Queen of the Rachni, The Mu Relay, Ilos, Vigil V.I, and the Thorian. I did all that on official channels, which was how it came to be that David Anderson had sat me down in his office in the presidium.

(Office of Councilor David Anderson, Presidium Embassies, The Presidium, The Citadel)

I was flattered more than anything else. Anderson was at his desk, offered me a glass of whiskey, and a cigar, which I accepted, and as he went to start I cut him off.

''Gonna assume this is the outcome I wanted when I searched that shit in official channels. So let me enlighten you Anderson, this is just a host. My soul and my mind know everything that is about to happen. I don't expect you to believe me but it's the truth.'' I say.

''I beg your pardon?'' Asks Anderson.

''Gods an Asshole Lemme tell you, there I was downloading the remaster in 2021 twelve and a half hours before my 20th birthday and he kills and sends me here. At least I don't have to redo puberty again. Oh by the by, I know the Illusive Man's real name and the Location of the Shadow Broker.'' I say. "Either way I don't give a shit about much of anything, just wanted to let you know I quit." I say.

"I'm sorry?" Says Anderson.

"I got my own stuff to do, this bodies fitter and better than the old one, I got my own stuff to get off my to do list. I don't do desertion or respond well to authority so I figured I'd tell someone with a measure of it and who doesn't have their head up their own and the council's respective asses. Anyway, see you old man." I say.

"Son, if what your saying is true, and given your search history, I'm inclined to believe it, then I need to keep you close." Says Anderson.

"Pass, got my own to do list." I say.

"Son, do we survive? Without Shepard?" Asks Anderson.

"Nah, the old man ain't dead though, or he might be, or he might be and might not be, all I know is Harper needs him alive I plan to be ready by then." I say with zero shits given.

"I can offer you a spot in the N7 Program." Says Anderson.

"I'm listening." I reply, interest peaked.

"You'll have to start from the bottom, but I can recommend you for the N7 program. You'll be sent to Rio or Lunar Base." Says Anderson.

"Alright, I'll do the program but I want Ashley Williams as my Liaison to you." I say, oh how great it'd feel to tap that ass of hers...Fuck you hormones! Your supposed to be past puberty!

"Why?" Asks Anderson.

"Nerdgasm." I say so simply and offhandedly that Anderson's face is too much. I can't maintain it for more than a few seconds, before laughing my fucking ass off at his reaction. "Just kidding man, I won't deny an attraction, but shagging in the barracks is never a good idea." I say.

"We'll need a codename for you, something to keep your anonymity in the program." Says Anderson.

"Call me...Apollyon." I say walking out.

I hadn't left the Citadel's orbit before the N7 Rec came in. That was easier than it should've been.

Best watch my ass...and Ashley Williams' too...heh heh...

(Time-Skip: One Year, Two Months, Four Days, Three Hours, and Twenty Five Minutes Later)

I was walking away from The Military, got my N7 before two years were over or really even begun. Specialized as a Heavy Weapons and Infiltration Specialist, specifically being a mobile Biotic Artillery Specialist who could sneak and fink into just about anywhere and raise the dead themselves.

Standing at the end of the deck, was Ashley Williams, David Anderson, and Admiral Hackett.

"Well, this is it, gotta go make my mark. Think I'll go Merc for a while, join the Blue Suns maybe Eclipse. After a couple months I may break off, I may not." I say.

"Gotta admit, didn't think I'd miss you kid, but I will." Says Ashley.

"Me too Williams, me too." I say with a sly smirk, to which she promptly slugs my arm. She and I got drunk one night, woke up naked, hungover, and in a bed that wasn't either of ours. We resolved never to speak of it again, officially. I occasionally poked fun at her, did the old acceptable swat on the bum, but never on duty, and only in a situation where we both found it acceptable.

Anyway, I had my guns, gear, and a New Identity...I was once Callen Storm, now...now I was Arctus Fox N7 graduate and all round problem with authority. I would take ship to wherever I could and join the Blue Suns. Failing that I'd kill half them as retribution then fuck right off. I had to start somewhere, and I was fucking bored of life. Wonder what an Asari's lower half tastes like?

...

...

Fucking Hormones.

"You need help, you know who to call." I say as I leave.

Oh boy, I just want to die for a few years and wake up to a tight ass of a wife named Miranda Lawson, then fuck off back home...Eh, even my luck's not nearly as shitty as that. Damn you god.

Chapter End

I wrote this in state of confusion, sleep deprivation, and angst. You've probably guessed I hate writing prequel's that aren't cannon, and if not then here's why...

THEY FUCKING SUCK!

Either way, I'm hungry, I'm tired, and have a shit ton left to do, don't know when, what, and how I'll write up next. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good fucking night you lucky fools.

I may sound drunk, and certainly feel like it...but I've never had more than a sip as of five years ago..