A/N: I should point out that there will be short paragraphs for years or months, instead of a usual timeline. I changed the rating to T, as the M rating was not justified. I also made edits to other chapters, if I missed anything, please let me know.

Chapter 5:

Date: October 31st, 2076.

Lyna looked up from the holographic display of the skycar. A look of dread suddenly covered her face. "Kyle, that shuttle is not an ordinary shuttle. That shuttle belongs to a Justicar named Samara," Lyna quietly spoke.

Samara? Isn't she supposed to be hunting Morinth? What ever the case, I will have to tell the truth to her. My life depends on it.

I decided to not spill the beans yet. "So? Isn't she just another form of Law Enforcement?"

"No, she's something much more than petty law enforcement. She's a very powerful biotic, one that could tear you in half if she wanted to."

"What do you suggest we do? I barely have any combat training, and you seem to dread this person," I added.

Lyna shrugged, "We tell the absolute truth, and we are let go. However, if we tell her one untruthful thing, we are dead."

An idea came to my mind, "How about I have Samara meld with me, sure I'll be exhausted afterwards, but we'll be let off scot free."

"...Scot free?" Lyna asked

I fought the urge to facepalm. "Human expression, it basically means that she won't try to kill us."

I looked out the window for the third time of this ride, to check if the shuttle was actually Samara's. Sure enough, I saw Samara's red combat armor, along with her teal skin. Seeing her, a major character in the Mass Effect storyline sent chills down my spine.

I'll tell Samara about my true origins through the meld. About Mass Effect, and more so about Morinth. Telling her about future dates and events could be a fairly good decision.

Right as I finished the thought, I was jolted forwards by Lyna landing the skycar without ease. Lyna looked towards me and gave an apologetic stare, "Kyle, do not resist when she melds with you."

"Don't worry, I won't."

We were greeted by Samara as Lyna opened the car doors. Lyna and I stepped out of the skycar. "Lyna Rilac? I am Justicar Samara, I understand that you have taken an unknown new species without the council's permission," Samara addressed Lyna.

"Yes, he arrived onto Thessia one day ago, in a craft we know nothing about. I melded with him, apparently he flew the craft into a very mysterious place on his world, then he ended up here. Not much else to it," Lyna replied, trying not to show any fear to the Justicar.

Samara looked over to me, where I looked straight back into her eyes. "What is this new species called?"

Before Lyna could reply, I spoke up. "My species is Human. If you were wondering, my name is Kyle Terrah."

"How do you know how to speak our language," Samara inquired.

"Honestly, I do not know. I think we could meld minds for a better exchange of information," I stated.

Samara did not show any signs that she was surprised, instead she nodded. "Kyle Terrah, prepare yourself."

I heard the familiar yell, "Embrace Eternity!"

Hello, Samara.

'Hello, Kyle Terrah.'

What I'm about to tell you must not be revealed until 2157. If any of this information finds it's way to the Council, an apocalypse on a galactic scale will take place.

'If you have information pertaining to me, I suggest you start with that first.'

Are you sure you want information that I have about you, and the galaxy itself?

'I am sure, whatever information you might hold will not leave my mind until you give the word.'

This may not be very believable, but I have memories to back it up.

'Go ahead.'

I was born on the Human planet of Earth on April 15th, 1995, 81 years ago. I technically shouldn't even be alive right now, but here I am. On September 30th, 2015, I flew into the heart of the Bermuda Triangle. The galactic equivalent to the Bermuda triangle is the Preying Mouth.

'And what happened?'

I'll activate a memory showing what happened.

I climbed into the cockpit of the Cessna 172 Skyhawk.

I started up my Stream

The plane took off under my command.

I headed west, right towards the heart of the Bermuda Triangle.

My plane was suddenly engulfed in a storm.

I started to experience tons of turbulence.

Soon enough, maroon lightning surrounded my plane.

I experienced the lavender, orange, and blue flashes that nearly blinded my vision.

The gauges were malfunctioning.

I slipped out of consciousness.

I felt some sort of device be inserted into my ears.

The device started to let out a low pitched noise.

My brain was overflooded with knowledge of species, blueprints, and things I didn't even know existed.

Major Prothean relics of Feros, Therum, Eden Prime, and Ilos were imprinted into my head.

A female voice spoke, "The Human's cells are decelerating, if we don't act fast, we'll lose the subject."

Another voice spoke, it almost sounded Prothean. "Cybernetics have been inserted into his body, he'll live at least 200 years. Maybe even 300."

The female voice spoke again, "With what we implanted into his mind, he'll be able to understand most post-Prothean era languages."

The Prothean told the female voice. "If he does not find the Elixir before 2183. The Cycle will continue."

"I understand, I am releasing the subject to Thessia."

My vision came back to me and the sky was an alien color.

"Unidentified contact, you are entering Thessian airspace. State your intentions or you will be shot down."

That is all I can remember, Samara.

'You know more, why are you keeping that information secret?'

It's something that cannot be explained in a few sentences.

'Tell me, we have time.'

Well, where should I start? I know the where the rest of my species is. They're in the Sol system, past Relay 314, and many other Relay branches. In 2157 the Turians will make a bloody first contact with my race. Humanity will have a strong impact on Galactic matters. In 2183, Saren, a future spectre will go rogue. Saren will become a greater threat than all the criminals on Omega combined. He will lead the Heretic geth to the Human colony of Eden Prime, where Commander Shepard will intercept him.

The Citadel will also be attacked in 2183. Shepard will save it earning Humanity a spot on the Council. Some time along that year Shepard will also die.

In 2185 Shepard will be revived by a Pro-Human organization known as Cerberus. She will recruit a lot of people, including you to stop attacks on Human colonies.

Shepard will embark on Loyalty missions to solve all of their problems. For you, she will help you kill Morinth.

In 2186, the Reapers arrive, and mostly everyone dies.

'This information is unbelievable. How you obtained information about future events is beyond me. By any chance, are you Prothean?'

No, I am not a Prothean, though I do know where some are cryogenically frozen.

'How did you know about Morinth?'

Everything from this universe is a combat simulation from my universe. I guess I hopped universes by flying into the Bermuda Triangle.

'How long do you plan on keeping this from Lyna?'

I do not know.

'I'm going to end the meld. You will hear from me again in a few years, I want to see this Ilos.'

I was pushed out of the meld, Samara looked back to Lyna. "His information is correct, you are free to go for now."

"Justicar Samara, what did you think of his memories?" Lyna questioned.

Samara calmly replied, "He is unique and he knows more than Matriarch Benezia."

"Can we at least-" Lyna was cut off by Samara.

Lyna glanced towards me for half a second, then turned her gaze back towards Samara. "Lyna Rilac and Kyle Terrah, I will give you my advice. Buy a Dystopia Class Corvette for 400,000 credits from the Cox Moqua Ship Dealer. Venture out to The Phoenix Massing, travel to the Typhon system. If I am correct, there will be an uncolonized planet there, rich in Element Zero. Set up a two person settlement there, and wait for my arrival on June 20th, 2083," Samara ordered.

"Why 2083?" Lyna asked.

Samara started to walk back to her personal shuttle. As she was about to enter it, she hinted, "It is seven years from now, enough time for me to try to find a fugitive. Also, a century after that date, things will change on a Galactic scale."

With that, Samara boarded her shuttle and left us. Lyna gave me a confused look as to what Samara had said. "What did she mean by things will change on a Galactic scale?"

"She was probably trying to scare us, though I assume we will get the full details by 2083," I responded, lying through my teeth.

Lyna let off a scoff and unlocked the door to her apartment. I followed her inside where we both packed up our valuables. I picked up my laptop which was still running Mass Effect. I took one long look at the digital Port Hanshan, then shut my laptop down.

I hefted my backpack onto my shoulder, I knew that what I had with me was not enough to survive on Aite. The backpack was filled to the brim, and there was nothing I could do about it. I walked over to where Lyna was packing her things, apparently she was on her omni-tool with another Asari.

"I know mom, but I gotta go out of contact for a while. A Justicar came by today, she said I would be in danger if I didn't vacate Thessia. … Yes, Justicar Samara. … I love you, mom. I'll be back in contact by 2084."

I leaned back against the wall, silently waiting for Lyna to end the call with her mother. I waited about another minute for the call to finish. "You know, we should probably get going," I commented with a slight joking tone.

Lyna turned towards me with a scowl on her face. "You don't have as much to pack, all you had was your primitive devices and clothes to pack. Where as I have things that are actually of value in this world."

"No need to be so touchy, I was just telling you that we should get going. The calm isn't going to last forever, if we don't act soon, you'll be arrested, and I'll be captured."

Lyna scoffed, "This is so stupid, we're going to an uncolonized world just to avoid being captured."

"That's the unofficial story, hell, even I don't like it, but it's just what we have to do to survive."

I left Lyna after what I finished saying. I knew it would be the worst sight ever telling Lyna about my true origins at this time. Though Samara did warn me of the consequences if I waited until 2083 to tell Lyna.

I'll just tell her when we get the small colony on Aite setup.

"Let's leave this place, Kyle." I heard Lyna call from the apartment exit.

I silently followed Lyna, still thinking of my actions. I was lost in a universe, one that was completely fictional in my world. Then I'm being led around by an Asari Commando that just quit her training for me. I probably saved her from serving under Benezia though.

I stepped into the skycar, and we headed to Cax Moqua where we would buy the Dystopia Class Corvette. All of the sudden, a black and grey object was thrust into my hands. "Take this and insert it into your omni-tool's frontal port," Lyna commanded.

I twisted my wrist to face my eyes, Power Up. I saw the frontal port, and inserted the black and grey object into it. An HD screen from my Nexus IV appeared. -Are you sure you want to install Tactical Cloak V onto this omni-tool, yes or no?-

I selected 'yes', and the cloak started to install onto my omni-tool. "That's a long lasting cloak, it will cover every movable object under 50 pounds that you touch. The duration of the cloak is 30 seconds, activate the cloak like an omni-tool. You'll have to hide temporarily when it depletes. Except, think 'Engage TC-V'," Lyna informed me.

"Right, so how long until we reach Cax Moqua?" I questioned.

"We should be arriving now, activate your cloak now."

Engage TC-V.

My whole body became invisible as the car landed, Lyna opened the doors and motioned me to stay behind her at all times. I gladly followed Lyna to the kiosk for Dystopia Class Corvettes. Lyna stopped for a moment to talk with the Asari ship dealer.

"Hello, how much is a Dystopia Class Corvette?" Lyna asked one of the ship dealers.

I moved to an enclave where I would have sight of Lyna and stay equally hidden at the same time. My cloak disengaged as I got into cover, no one noticed me so far.

"About 450,000 for the Civilian model. If you want an armored one with a Hydra-75 Mass Accelerator, and extended fuel cells, that will be 900,000 credits."

"I'll take the militaristic Dystopia Class Corvette."

"Alright, I'll need identification for that."

A turian passed by, took a picture of me, and walked off with a smile on his face.

"Lyna Rilac, Asari Commando. I was sent here by Justicar Samara."

"A Justicar? Alright, Lyna, everything checks out. Your new Corvette is docked at bay C-72."

I engaged my cloak once again, moving behind Lyna.

Lyna left the stand, and I hurried up to her, "I have 20 seconds remaining, we might want to move fast."

Lyna nodded her head and broke into a fast pace. We weaved in and out of Asari along the way, I passed by a Quarian that seemed to turn around when I passed her. Though I did not notice that the Quarian started to follow us.

I kept the fast pace as we approached bay C-72. Lyna led me into our Dystopia Class Corvette's airlock, where my cloak finally ran out of juice. The same Quarian that I breezed past also materialized. Lyna and I glanced towards the Quarian with surprised looks on our faces.

"Uh, hello there."

A/N: That wraps up that chapter. I hope everyone will like the addition of the Quarian who has yet to be named. Also, the Dystopia Class Corvette has to be named, I still need to decide on that.