A Mass Effect Reaction fanfiction

Hello, to anyone that's reading this. Thank you for doing that, and if you want to, I would appreciate any critique and reviews if you leave any, as this is my second fanfic.

I would also appreciate any ideas for what the Citadel should react to because I don't have a very large list of that just yet.

This first chapter is just going to be an intro to get everyone assembled and explain their situation. There will be the whole "godlike figure kidnapped us" situation, but said godlike figure is probably never going to show up. This was heavily inspired by "Mass Reacts" by:robotgod456 as well as "Mass Effect Reacts: Humanities Potential" on ao3 by: Ourshywriter, both which I highly recommend you read.

One final thing, I'm going to be showing the Citadel and others trailers and maybe some videos explaining some in-game things, however I would like all of your opinions on whether I should also give a teaser on how first contact would at least start, because the won't be Turians everytime as some of these universe's humans are scarily good at hiding.

Once again, thank you for giving this fic the time of day, and let's get this fanfic rolling.

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Mass Effect: What's a Human?

It was an average day on the Citadel. The council had just wrapped up another meeting with the Volus protectorates ambassador, who, like almost every year previously, had been trying to maneuver their species a council seat on the grounds that they practically BUILT the galactic economy.

Tevos was of the mind that they should allow it, knowing the species had easily done as much, if not more so than the Turians had, but her fellow Councilors wouldn't agree.

Valern was somewhat in favor of it, but he could already see where problems would arise when it came to voting, as there would be an even number of councilors, meaning votes could get easily stalled just because two of the four didn't entirely agree.

Spartacus was of the same mind, not to mention that if the Volus where to ever separate form the Hierarchy, they might need to dismantle a large section of the peacekeeping force and redirect the labor to other areas, which would seriously damage the extent of the peacekeeping forces and allow more crime to go unchecked.

"We can't keep holding them off forever, we need to discuss elevating another species." Tevos said as they all sat in a private room that connected their three apartments. Living like this made it far easier for c-sec and the spectres to guard them, as there was only one entrance.

"If we elevate them, then we'll need to either make adjustments to the Treaty of Farixen, or maybe even scrap the thing entirely. Our border would be safe from Terminus, yes, but the lack of forces would cause crime far too much freedom inside our borders."

"Why don't we elevate the elcor?" Valern suggested as he took a sip of his tea, "Their heavy metal production is vital for all ships, so granting them more worlds for mining and such would increase the capability of all people's militaries to build more ships."

"But the elcor haven't done anything particularly special to warrant a council seat, which could cause troubles with the other races, not to mention they've even expressed they don't want to be on the council." Sparatus said, unknowingly saying what Tevos was about to.

Tevos, meanwhile, internally sighed as they kept debating, remembering how this same thing had gone with various Turian and Salarian councilors again and again, sometimes the sides switching, but neither ever fully agreeing, "Honestly, I just wish something would break the monotony," she thought, before everything went white.

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30 minutes earlier…

Garrus Vakarian was having quite a day. It started with him meeting up with Wrex in Zakera. The infamous Krogan had noticed him as he was making his patrols through some of the nastier districts and decided to tag along, not that Garrus was going to complain, as people tended to listen to you better when there was a literal, half-ton murder lizard with a shotgun powerful enough to blow a person sized hole in the side of a ship.

"...Then, there was this time that some Asari thought it would be a good idea to blend ryncol with one of those fruity, element zero drinks. One hospital trip, a stomach pump, and liver transplant later, I thought she'd be fine. Until she asked for another." Garrus said, as he was telling Wrex about the one thing they both bonded over, making fun of stupid people.

As a cop, Garrus had seen, met, and arrested plenty, and as a merc, Wrex has done the same, though not as many tend to walk away from the encounter as they do with Garrus. Currently, Wrex was chuckling, "You know, that actually doesn't sound like such a bad idea. I might try that next time."

Garrus stopped at that, before turning to his friend, "Can Krogans even drink Eezo? I know you're a biotic, but will it actually be drinkable and boost your biotics, or poison you?" He asked.

Wrex thought on it for a moment before shrugging, "Don't know, want to find out?" He asked.

That question landed them in Mordin Solus' clinic 15 minutes later, as Garrus had been worried, who was currently looking over Wrex' vitals.

A quarian by the name of Tali'Zorah sitting off the side, an IV drip of antibiotics hooked up to one of the emergency induction ports on her suit. Apparently she had gotten a tear after some jerk had pushed her into a waste bin. Because of her species' horrible immune systems, which was the result of living on sterile ships for the past 300 hundred years and lacking the needed microorganisms usually found on their worlds, even just slightly exposed skin could cause a fatal infection, and her whole upper arm had been exposed when she came into the clinic.

"Fascinating, it seems like the eezo had no effect on your liver, stomach, or any part of your biology for that matter. Have you tried using your biotics since?" he asked in that rapid way that Salarians do. The reason behind that was that Salarians tended to not live very long, 40 years on average with the longest lived somehow making it to 60. As such, their biology adapted to have low sex drives, high birth rates, and rapid mental develpment, leading them to be the best at most scientific matters, rivaled only by the Asari.

"Nope." Wrex said simply, and with one extended hand he activated his biotics, aiming for only the empty stretcher, instead raising everything in the room within 10 feet of him.

"Fascinating! Would you mind if I took some scans of this?" Mordin asked, not activating his omni-tool just yet. That would be rude afterall.

Wrex shook his head as he left everything down gently, "No offense to you doc, you don't seem that bad, honestly. I just can't really bring myself to trust a Salarian scanning me, sorry." Wrex said, and flipped on the TV.

Mordin sighed but he understood, instead switching back to his other patient, "Well Miss Zorah, it seems like you've made a full recovery. No signs of lasting effects, how's your eyesight?" He asked as he examined her health.

"It's fine, for now, just thirsty." She said and rubbed her throat. She hadn't honestly had a proper drink or anything to eat for days now, as Quarians typically weren't treated the best on the Citadel.

Mordin nodded and got her a glass of water, which she took it with a quick "thank you" and used the emergency induction port on her mouth piece, which filtered it thoroughly as she took a drink. Mordin also silently left enough dextro-nutrient paste to last a few days next to her, and a note saying everything was on the house.

"Uh guys, you might want to check this out." Garrus spoke up as he was watching the TV. Currently, there was a news report going on that was saying how the Mass relays in the system had all seemingly activated, the blue center turning to white.

"Someone coming through?" Asked Wrex as he had his own water, though in a much sturdier cup.

"Doesn't seem like it, just something weird's going on." Garrus said as he saw a science ship approaching, but right as he turned around to talk to Mordin, speculate some more, everything went white.

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At the same time as the Councilors and the Gang…

Benezia smiled as she stepped out of her ship, her commandos following close behind, not turning their heads up scanning for threats nonetheless as her daughter stepped out next. They were currently on a small vacation to the Citadel to get away from her paperwork and Liara's studies at the University for Liara's 84th birthday.

Also, while Benezia didn't say out loud, this was also an opportunity for Liara to really make friends, build connections, heck even networking would do as Benezia had noticed in little ways that Liara never mentioned any, or always got a weird look on her face whenever Benezia brought up the subject.

Not to mention those professors… Benezia forced down a small bit of rage as she remembered, the stuck up bitches teaching her daughter who belittled her theories, doting on her like she was a child of 20 and not the young adult of 80 that she was, and even used her as an example of "what not to do" in front of the whole class. Those same professors soon found themselves jobless, and the university found a massive tip from one of their sponsors, the T'soni family.

She remembered what one of her old friends, Matriarch Aethyta said, "art and philosophy and political prowess wasn't going to cut it. We can't go a single asari lifetime without some big war breaking out. We need to get our daughters working earlier, not spending their wild maiden years stripping or in merc bands." That was why Benezia made sure her daughter knew how to defend herself, knew to at least assess damage and make basic repairs if any of her equipment or her ship breaks, and even let her help out when she was younger with running the estate and finances, listening to her inputs. She only hoped that it would help later.

"So, what do you think, Little Wing?" Benezia asked with a slight hint of teasing in her tone as Liara looked around in awe.

When she heard that nickname though, she couldn't help but blush purple, "Mooomm, you know how embarrassing that name is." She said as she looked down, "But you were right, the Presidium is beautiful." She said with a small smile as she looked around, taking it all in from the plant life and gardens to the beautiful, almost polished high rise buildings.

Benezia kept talking as they walked, asking how her studies were going and if she was finally going to go on a dig, before Liara decided to speak up when Benezia was done, "So, Councilor Tevos, how do you two know each other?" She asked.

Benezia smiled, "She was a friend from my own university days, and we've remained in close contact ever since." She said happily. She knew what Liara was digging for, her other parent, but she couldn't be farther off.

When they finally arrived at the hotel they were going to stay for the next few weeks, one of the Commandos had flicked on the news, and called over Benezia. Benezia frowned as she look at the screen, wondering what was happening to the Mass Relay, but before she could call someone, once again, everything went white.

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When Tevos awoke she was back in the council chambers, Valern and Sparatus with her, both waking up as well, but surprisingly there was also an unconscious quarian who was taking significantly longer to wake up.

"Ugh, where are we?" Sparatus asked, before looking around, and then at the floor, "And what's a Quarian doing here?" He asked, and moved to roll the man over. Call him many things, such as a hardass, a career soldier, and a hot head, but Sparatus wasn't a racist.

The Quarian groaned and started standing up, gold ornamentation marking him as an admiral, "Keelah, agh, my head." He said as he made a move to stand up, stumbling and catching himself on the table, before freezing as he realized he was in the Councilor's Private Chambers. He held his head, "I'm not being kidnapped by a Spectre right?" He asked rhetorically, though there was a little venom.

Valern shook his head, "No, not at all, and from your response you don't know what's going on either." He said as he looked around.

Tevos did as well noticing a screen on the table that would be big enough for everyone to sit around and watch before gasping, drawing the attention of the others as they looked upon the blank, white space where the Nebula was supposed to be, just out the window.

Then, Sparatus found a note and gathered everyone around, "Hello Councilors! Welcome to the void! Or, well, the basics of what it is, is a void. There's no time here so don't worry about Galactic politics back home, they'll still be there where you left it. Now, as to why I've brought you here. You see, coming up soon, a new species is going to be introduced. "Yay! Hooray! Another to join the community!" is what I'm sure at least Tevos is thinking, or at least something along those lines,"

Tevos blushed as she did get a little excited by the prospect of a new species joining into the fold, but quickly refocused, "but this species is something special. You see, this species is called Humanity, and they're just a big bundle of surprises, so many options that you never really know what you're going to get,"

Valern started to get worried about that. His people's whole jobs were to know things before they happened, so if Humanity is as random as described the STG were in for many headaches, "and by that I don't just mean what they're actions are going to be. You see, if you have any concept of the multiverse, you should know that that's what you'll be viewing, since there's no definite way to tell which humanity you could get. You could get one that's just started its space era, in need of guidance but too stubborn to take it," Tevos frowned at that one. The Asari were only trying to help.

"Or you could get ones that are well into their space age, and have fought something nasty that's left them more than a little paranoid and trigger happy." While he did find that a logical path, Sparatus couldn't help but pray THAT one never happened. The last thing they needed was a well developed and terrified species lashing out anything that moved.

"Moving on, you might also get a quick little teaser at just how these species meet you all, or even interact with you if/when they join the Citadel community." They were all interested in that, but quickly read on, eager to start now, "Finally, if you can announce this, obviously edited a little, to the rest of the populace of the Citadel, that would be wonderful and save me a lot of paper. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!"

The letter finished, and they were discussing how to best word it, when suddenly the Quarian, who's name they learned was Rael'Zorah, voiced an unthought of concern, "Wait, what about food?" He asked, before suddenly a thing of dextro-nutrient paste appeared in his hand, startling everyone.

Valern, seeing this, decided to think of some tea from Sur'Kesh, and sure enough it appeared hot and steamy which he took an appreciative sip of, "Well then, guess we better get on with it." he said with a sigh.

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Garrus had thought he'd seen it all. When he woke up, there was definitely some panic when they noticed the white void outside, but once they all started to calm down, the station's speakers piped up, asking everyone to get by a screen.

When it was explained why, Garrus thought he'd finally lost it. He finally took one case too many and went off the deep end, but not, one good look outside and a punch from Wrex told him he was still in the waking world.

Getting ready to hear about these humans, he decided to chat with Wrex, "So, what do you think they'll be like?" he asked the old Krogan.

Wrex grunted as he got settled onto a nearby chair, the couch being taken Mordin, Garrus, and Tali, "Don't know, though my guess is that they would be probably pretty adaptable, maybe not as big as my species, we tend to eat too much and breed to fast, or at least we did. Doubt it would be like the Quarians, no offense Tali, just that it would make more sense for a 'species of almost unlimited potential' to have a pretty strong immune system to just about everything. All in all, they probably take a little bit of the good and bad of every race here. I doubt they really lean any which way."

Mordin decided to speak up as well, "I concur, for such a species to do so, they would most likely end up more like any of us than anything. For a species to have no clear, even remotely definite path, either they'd all have to have the same opinion that changes fast and randomly, or each human would have to be more focused on what their opinion of which path is right to take. Such a thing would create great variation in all aspects of life, from something as diet or sleep schedules to something as complex as leadership and the mentality surrounding groups such as ours."

Tali spoke up this time, "I just hope they have useful tech I can copy for the Migrant fleet. As excited as I am about this, I'm getting tired of the Citadel and non-quarians, no offense to you three." She said, and the other three collectively winced.

They wouldn't argue that Quarians really got the short straw when it came to galactic relations, what with the geth, so for Tali to want to isolate with her own people was understandable. To avoid any more awkwardness, they all decided to just focus on the screen, getting their refreshments and snacks, and wait.

X

Benezia's Commandos had become much more paranoid since the situation was explained, scanning every inch of the room at all times as if to try and catch the being that put them here, as if such a being would be in her penthouse at this moment.

Liara, meanwhile, was just as excited as she was about learning about a new species. One of the things that the mother and daughter bonded over easily was different species cultures and ticks. It was all fascinating from an outside point of view to both of them.

On top of that, if these humans were coming to the Citadel, it would be best for Benezia to learn as much as she can to try and convince them to join. As flawed as the community could be at times, it would still be best for unity's sake to join as it could lead to even greater reasons as to why the Republics should get off their butts and actually contribute in other ways than one-upping the so-called "competition."

Just as Liara was about to ask something though, the screen turned on.

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Author's Note: hello everyone to the end of the first chapter of this fanfic. I am not going to abandon my other story, Anthem Effect, this is just going to be a side project that I'll be working on when I'm bored. Any suggestions are really great so please, send me them ALL. I also appreciate reviews and like I said at the top, I'll let you guys decide whether I should have them get a teaser for how first contact will go, or just how the current version of humans will operate on the Citadel.

Thank you so much for reading, and I'll try to get the next chapter out as soon as possible.