Chapter 2:

Date: October 30th, Unknown, Unknown.

As the voice of the unknown person was speaking, I was busy trying not to crash into alien buildings. "I'll be nice and repeat what I said. You are entering Thessian airspace, state your intentions now, this is your final warning."

Thessian? That can't be right.

I panicked, and looked for the microphone so I could contact whatever was contacting me before I was shot down. "You leave me no other choice, Talen shoot that craft out of the sky! Recover the wreckage if you can."

"Wait, wait, wait. Don't shoot me! I don't even know where I'm at," I said, finally finding a communication device.

There was a short pause from the other end of the line. "You come out of nowhere, appear on our radars, and expect us to believe that you haven't heard of Thessia?"

"What are you talking about? Look, I need answers, and I know that you need answers, so how about we help each other?" I asked, trying to make a deal with this person.

"Fine, how about we get you on the ground first, then proceed with our conversation."

I paused before speaking again. "Let's get something out of the way first, who are you?"

"My name is Lyna Rilac, an Asari Commando in training. I would also like to know who you are, but that can wait until you're not in the middle of Ali Serta's city scape."

The Asari, there is no way this is right. I'm probably going insane. Might as well go with the flow until I land this plane.

"Lyna, I have one question. Where do I land my plane?"

"That's a good question, hang on a second." I heard some commotion in the background, probably the Asari figuring out where I should land, "We have an open field 5 kilometers west from your current location. I'll escort your craft to the location."

"Thanks, Lyna. We'll hopefully get everything when I land." I replied.

Lyna was quick to respond, "I'll see you there."

This is bad, I'm flying through the skies of Thessia, not Earth. I'll confirm what year it is once I land.

As soon as I stopped thinking of my next moves, a skycar started to move to the front of my plane. The skycar led me through the city that I was flying ever so smoothly through. I was led past a few mountains to the open field that Lyna was talking about.

In the meantime, I shutdown my laptop and put it into my backpack that was laying behind me. It was blocking my vision, and my stream was offline, so there was no need to waste the battery any longer.

It wasn't long before I noticed an odd looking shuttle trailing behind my Cessna. It looked like a crossover between an Earth UFO and a Kodiak Shuttle.

Must be made by the Asari. It could be a prototype Kodiak only seen on Thessia, though they didn't mention anything like this in the games.

"It's time for you to land." I heard Lyna's voice emit from the radio.

I shrugged, not that she could see it, "I'm an experienced pilot, though I may not be able to land this thing and come out in one piece."

"If you perish, then your remains will be shipped to the STG for study," came the reply.

"Well, if that wasn't creepy, I'm not sure what is…"

I began my approach for landing, flaps to 40%, throttle all the way down, gear was already down. Facing west, 362 KM/H and dropping. Landing in approximately 10 seconds.

This was my first attempt at a landing on a field. I'd seen it done in my studies, but I had never done it myself. I had to admit, I was scared for my life. I had no idea what to expect from the outcome other from me being mangled in the crash.

Luckily, the field appeared to be mostly flat with a few bumps here and there, and my hopes were momentarily lifted. I was about five meters from the ground when a feeling of dread washed over my body.

What if I die now? After all I've accomplished, I die on an alien planet. That would suck.

I felt a jolt as the Cessna touched Thessia's surface. I heard a screeching sound as I tried to get the plane to come to a halt. The Cessna's landing gear was torn off from the friction with the ground.

I felt the plane tip sideways, and roll over with me inside of it. My arm was slammed onto the dashboard and my wrist started to go numb from the impact. The windshield broke into a million pieces from the impact, and I felt a shard of glass cut into my leg.

I let out a yell in pain and the Cessna came to a screeching halt. I kicked open the mangled door of the Cessna and an Asari was running towards me. I gritted my teeth and pulled the shard of glass out my leg, with the shard of glass coming out, a stream of blood came with it.

"Oh boy… That's not good," I muttered as the Asari approached me curiously.

"What are you?" The Asari asked, and looked at my bleeding leg.

I was overcome with confusion from the Asari's question, "What do you mean? I'm a Human, have you never seen a Human before?"

"Human? There has not been any categorized instance of these 'Humans,'" the Asari told me in a perplexed tone.

I became shocked, and backed up a few steps, before asking, "Lyna was it?" The Asari nodded her head. "alright, what year is it?"

She thought for a moment, "Galactic Standard is 2076, though I'm not sure what that means to you."

2076.. 110 years before the start of the Reaper war. I am way too early. I guess I'll have to start making a name for myself, as a species of one. If this is how Javik felt, I feel so sorry for him.

"Lyna, I don't know where the rest of my species is. I don't know how to find them. Though, moving onto more pressing matters, I have a gash in my leg that is currently pumping out blood at an astounding rate. Not to mention that I'm fairly confused with everything that has just happened," I did not know what to say to her, or how to tell her that I was from another dimension. "So, would you mind helping me out here?"

Lyna looked down at the ground and took a deep breath, "I can apply a slow-healing solution to your wound. In the meantime, how about you explain a bit about yourself, then I'll give you a place to stay."

The Asari activated her omni-tool and dispensed a fair bit of an odd cold gel-like solution onto the gash in my leg. The strange goopy substance bubbled around my wound, each excruciating second that the damned thing was on my wounds made me wish that I had never flown into the Bermuda Triangle.

I thought over her offers, and eventually decided to spill a bit of the truth. "I'll tell you a bit about myself now. I'm Kyle Terrah, a civilian pilot from Earth, home of Humanity. I'm 24, which is adult for my age."

Lyna acknowledged my answers with a curt nod, "Okay, I don't want to cause a panic on Thessia because something just crashed out of the skies. Just grab whatever was valuable to you in that craft and meet me in the skycar. I'll take you to my apartment to keep you out of the eye of the public. We can discuss the melding processes on the way to my place. As for the wreckage you came out of, I'll have it moved to a junkyard in Cax Moqua."

I walked over to the remains of the Cessna-172 that I flew in on. I grabbed my backpack and my suitcase in the back seat and started to walk towards Lyna's skycar. I noticed that a lot of odd glances from other Asari were being directed at me as well. I shrugged their confused looks off and kept walking to Lyna's skycar.

"Put your stuff in the back seat, take a seat in the passenger next to me," Lyna commanded, her voice harsh and domineering.

I didn't quite enjoy her tone, but out of my own safety, I made sure to keep my opinions to myself. I sat down in the passenger seat next to Lyna and we went on our way.

"Lyna? It may be rude of me to ask this, but how old are you?" I calmly asked Lyna as we flew away from the slightly damaged field.

"348 years old, this may be a shock to you, but Asari can live to be up to 1000 years old," Lyna replied, clearly wanting to discuss the meld.

"That's a long time, can you give me information on this 'meld'?" I inquired, acting like I didn't know anything about what was happening around me. All of it was out of my own safety.

Lyna took her hands off the controls for the skycar, and put it into auto-pilot. "I'll dumb it down for you. There are two types of melding, one that shares information, and one that is used with a partner in sex. The one that I want us to do is the information, if that wasn't obvious enough."

"Well, that's rather... Blunt," I commented, stifling a laugh at how the Asari explained melding. It wasn't anything new to me, but the description was just a bit humorous.

The skycar came to a halt as we arrived at a build which I presumed to be Lyna's apartment. "Alright Kyle, we're here."

A/N: Medi-gel has been fixed, being replaced by 'odd solution.' I also solved some grammatical issues among other things. For the future readers, keep in mind that this story is over a year old. When I started this project, I didn't exactly know what a beta-reader was, or how they could help me in my adventures. Up until chapter 9, or around that number, the writing will not be as of a high quality like the more recent chapters.