Me: Halo integration begins here everyone. I like that people are reading my story but there are still no new reviewers. I swear, if you don't like it then tell me what you don't like, don't just give it up as a 'lost-case writer'. And if it seems Mary-sue, tell me how to minimize the Mary-sueness. Above all just REVIEW! I came online to practice writing and receiving constructive criticism was kinda the point.
Delta: Yeah, so tell him he's good if he's good, and that he sucks if he sucks. Don't just read and go away, or else Grunt'll get mad when he ears about everyone ignoring him and his krantt.
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass effect, Bioware does. And Halo is created by Bungie and currently owned by Microsoft Studios. Damn you Bill Gates. (loljk don't sue me)
Delta Effect: Changing Worlds
I close my eyes as I lay down on the cot in the armory while Jacob decides he's going to do his workout before sleeping. Shepard says that we're going to the Citadel, epic, but only after we pick up one more crewmember. She didn't say who but she did say I have a few hours to get some rest. I soon feel the blankness of sleep enveloping my mind so I let it pull me into whatever dreams I might have.
I'm standing in the middle of a giant plain, enclosed by mountains and with a brown, ominous sky. I look to my left hand, which holds a detonator and click it, watching as a mushroom cloud erupts from the ground. I then look to my right, at a small computer chip, a…a crystal matrix chip. Yeah, these are capable of storing large amounts of data, like having the hard drives of a thousand supercomputers in one little chip. And this one has the schematics for almost every piece of covie tech and weaponry. Wtf? That sounded like me but-!
"Perhaps we should leave Delta?" That's a woman's voice, with a latin accent. "Radars show Covenant ships advancing, and the cazzeres have phantoms deploying already." An Italian accent, she has a slight Italian accent. She sounded like she said this over the radio, but that's not right, I know it isn't.
"Grazie Verona, where's the nearest transport?" I asked.
"I'm detecting a UNSC vehicle tag a couple kliks southeast. The tag is showing functionality but out here it'd be impossible for it to be undamaged. I'll mark a waypoint for your HUD."
"Alright, lets get out of here. Bring up Colonel Hubbard when you can. I need evac off Reach." I dash off southeast, running as fast as I can in my half-ton armor and heading straight for the waypoint marked on my HUD, vaulting over every rock and piece of debris in my way.
Covies, UNSC, Reach? This is the weirdest dream I've ever had of Halo. On second thought, this is the only dream I've ever had of Halo. It's strangely lucid too, not fuzzy or anything, almost like a vivid memory.
"Delta, the phantoms have caught sight of us!" Is Verona an AI? I've never heard of a Spartan named Delta, nor an AI named Verona. "They're prepping an EM flux of massive proportions! They're-"
"They're going to try and exterminate any data on this chip. The data on this chip will help the UNSC bridge some of the tech gap between our forces. They know that and they're going to try and stop it from happening. Emphasis on try."
"They've sent three fully loaded phantoms, a wraith, two ghosts, and have an EM wave generator strong enough to take out a platoon of Pelicans."
"I guess they don't like me. Was it something I said?"
"No, you're just really stubborn when they try to kill you."
"Well that's not necessarily a bad thing."
"I agree."
"Still, best to have some countermeasures. Verona before I put the chip I the hard case on my thigh I need you to take the data and burn it."
"I don't think they're enough space in my chip for that data, that ones almost full as it is.
"Burn the excess into my mind."
"WHAT! I can't do that-"
"Yes you can, my implants will make it possible and I need to make sure at least some data will be safe. Place the miscellaneous and minor priority data packets in my head, you take the higher priority packets."
"I still can't-,"
"Humans use less than 50% of their total brain capacity on a regular basis. There's more than enough space up there to hold the low priority packets."
"I don't know how it'll affect you though." BEEP BEEP BEEP. What was that?
"No time Verona, do it. That EM pulse is going to go off at any second." I reach the vehicle we ran to, a standard issue UNSC M12 LRV 'Warthog'. It's like a jeep with only two seats and the back is a small truck-bed with a rotating turret on it. I get in, start up the hog and within seconds am driving away at top speed towards an exit from this valley.
"Alright, I don't know what will happen to you though. Transfer of high priority files complete. Beginning miscellaneous and low priority file transfers now."
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" I fall out of my cot, clutching my head. Somewhere in the back of my mind I notice Jacob being startled before rushing to my side. I lay on the ground, curled up in fetal position, clenching my teeth together as tightly as possible with my eyes doing the same. I feel hands touch me on my shoulders and back grasping and shaking me, I shrug them off but they come back almost immediately after. I roll away from them and bump into several surfaces, some hard and one soft, probably my pillow cushioning me from one wall. I roll into these surfaces hard but they feel like little embers, nothing compared to the wildfire of pain, sweeping across my head. My eyes are closed and all I feel is pain but I see faint flashes of different things. I see pictures and schematics of gauntlets with energy cells, sleek guns and green G-shaped projectile weaponry, a crystalline oval inserted into a purple V with a pink line at the base, pink needles shooting out of its base. I see everything like a slideshow, fast-forwarded to the point that the Flash would have trouble seeing everything. Finally, after a few minutes of this nearly unbearable pain I black out.
I wake up again, lying in the medical bay and notice that Shepard and Doctor Chakwas are standing in front of me by Chakwas' terminal. I keep my eyes closed as I listen to them apparently discussing my state of being.
"REM was nearly off the charts and subconscious brain activity as well, from what the instruments were able to read," said Chakwas.
"What does this mean, is he going to be okay?" asked Shepard, concern tinging her voice.
"He will be fine, but the readings suggest he has started processing a very large amount of information. It must be an enormous amount considering his mind is still working to process it all. If he doesn't show any recollection or increased information reserves, then possibly the information he received is being store in his subconscious until its ready to be analyzed by his conscious brain."
A door opens. "What does this mean for the boy then?" That's-
"Well, Ms. Lawson, this means he will soon gain hold of a lot of information. I have no idea what information he will receive, nor will I know how to help him since everything is apparently stored deep enough in his subconscious that we have no way of even glimpsing it, at least until he reveals it himself. After processing it properly, of course."
"If his mind is suddenly the site of a large information dump then how did he suddenly receive all this information?" Miranda asks impatiently.
"We have no idea how Miranda, but Mordin's trying to figure it out as well. He's gotten a lot more excitable because of it too," ah there's Shepard's voice. It's oddly comforting.
"Thankfully, his health and vitals are stable, so we will have him with us in the future, and he will be able to help us from there."
If I'm wired up to monitoring systems then they've probably noticed I woke up. Wonder if they'll humor me if I act otherwise. I crack an eye open and look at the three of them. Chakwas is sitting down facing the door, looking at Miranda and the Commander, who is standing besides EDI's little stand with her arms folded across her chest, facing Miranda but her eyes shift to me every now and then. Miranda stands by the door to the medical bay, leaning on her right leg with her right hand on her hip as she watches Shepard and I. I watch the two of them and don't notice Chakwas as she stands up and walks to my side, until I see Shepard and Miranda both raise an eyebrow questioningly before I feel Chakwas flick my forehead, hard. I jolt a bit and raise my hands to my head again, shifting my gaze to Chakwas who has a slight frown but mirthful twinkle in her eye. I look back at Shepard and Miranda, one with a small grin and the other watching with a stoic expression.
"So just how long have you been awake Delta?" asks Chakwas.
"Not long, a minute or so." I reply.
"Are you okay? Any lingering pains?" Shepard asks me.
"No, no more pains. I get the feeling my heads a lot more cluttered though."
"We think you've gotten an information dump basically. Don't know how you did though, any thoughts or ideas?"
"I had a pretty cool dream, but aside from that nothing happened between sleeping and waking up to a mental inferno."
"What kind of dream?" asks Miranda.
"I dreamed of fighting in some cool looking armor. I guess romanticizing battle still."
"Doesn't seem unusual for a teenage boy. A lot of the marines I worked with would talk about having dreams like that," says Shepard. "Well, you already know what we suspect is happening so nothing needs to be explained right?"
"Nope, I understand. Makes sense to me at least."
"Good. Chakwas is he combat ready?"
"Well, commander, as long as he doesn't break a bone in the next hour or so he'll be able to accompany you on your next mission," states Chakwas.
"Mission? Sweet where we going?"
"We're going to a prison ship, Purgatory."
"…" NOT PRISON! MY BUTTHOLE CAN"T TAKE IT! "…right. Why?"
"To get someone named Jack, who is supposedly a super biotic." Great. Jack. The craziest, angriest, most belligerent little tornado of fury, hatred and apathy for all neutral life, with some really strong biotic powers thrown in. I hope her cutscene power is dialed down. Last time I played the game I found out there was an extra YMIR mech guarding her cryo container rather than the 3 you see and hear about her taking out.
"Okay, I doubt this is not going to be a problem but if we're going to a prison ship to pick her up I'm guessing she's not part of the security."
"Nope, she's part of the felons but still an ally the Illusive Man thinks we need."
"Won't this be fun eh?" I smile slightly and shrug my shoulders as I get off my bed. "I'm going to go get ready. Don't want anything bad to happen while I'm there." I wave goodbye to Chakwas, Shepard, and Miranda as I walk out of the room. Miranda follows me to the elevator while Shepard goes to talk to Garrus. I step inside the elevator and hit the CIC button, prepping myself for the ride up. Miranda steps inside a second behind me, and the doors close on us as the elevator heads up at its usual snail's pace. I wonder if-BAM!
"Don't you ever call me a bitch again. We are not friends, I don't like you being involved in the first place and you are doing nothing to show you are a positive addition to this team. From now on you had better at least try to act professional around me and not piss me off or next time I lose my temper I will warp you so much your body will be lopsided."
I groan from my position in a squat, clutching my head. She threw me so hard the earlier pain was coming back partially. I glared at Miranda and she glared back. I hadn't capped her anger levels yet and Jack will get her close to that herself, I don't want to push her over the edge and see if she'll stick to her promise. I groan again and nod as I remove one hand from my head and stand up. Miranda seems satisfied for now and practically pushes me out of the elevator as it stops and opens up on the CIC. I stumble forward a bit, causing Kelly to turn her head as Miranda just crosses her arms and the elevator goes back down to the Crew deck where her office is. I watch the closed doors for a few seconds before turning to Mordin's lab and walking inside. I don't remember everything I saw but a few things stand out. Among them, some special equipment that could be incorporated into a gauntlet that the Covies used, more specifically the elites.
"Delta, good to see you are well. Interesting readings Chakwas forwarded. Seems to be large information transferred and given in a very short amount of time. Possibly main cause of mental pain. Surprising no trauma occurred, seems like very dangerous event. Trust subconscious is storing irrelevant data, still processing?
"Uhhh, yeah I think. I think there's more in my subconscious but meanwhile I got a couple useful things that gave me ideas."
"Excellent, should be interesting. Protheans only species capable of transmitting data into organic minds, interesting to see what was transferred."
Wait,-"The Protheans are the only species that can transfer data to a human mind?"
"Not just human, organic mind. But yes, were able to transfer data from computers, visual, audio, statistics, into a human mind essentially. Different cultures and way of thinking likely to cause misinterpretations, incorrect assumptions or undesired reactions to event."
"So, some things such as the true meaning of a word, pronunciation of something or the purpose or intent of a certain action or prothean machine could be 'lost in translation'?"
"Yes, yes, exactly. Lost in translation, good way to put it. Either way, rest of information still locked in subconscious, cannot conduct non-intrusive tests until we get more data. Meanwhile, can still work on current ideas, see if plausible or currently possible."
"Right then, so one idea I want done as soon as possible is a melee weapon. Want to outfit my gauntlets with a detachable but solidly connecting device that can create a blade. Maybe out of plasma that is released and held in shape and place by a magnetic field?"
"Hmm, yes, possible. Superheated plasma likely to cut through many metals and armors, great for use in melee combat, altering a magnetic field to control shape, not difficult, certainly possible, can also make detachable, trade between different gauntlets that might be used. Yes, yes, can do, problem lies with plasma. Canister to contain superheated plasma would be too noticeable, too much of a target. Cannot create compact size generator or temperature maintaining unit. Must also draw schematics, can return after mission in Purgatory, perhaps have one then."
"Schematics wont be a problem Mordin, let me see your terminal for a second." Mordin looks at me in surprise for a split second and steps aside after closing a few windows and bringing one up. I stand in front of his terminal and look at the schematic drawing software for a second before licking my lips and setting to work. A few minutes later I've drawn a small triangular device on the terminal. It has a large oval base as wide as the average human arm, with a triangular blade design at the top of the Oval that points to the hand of the wearer. On top of the base there is a teardrop shaped mechanism, with the base of the teardrop facing the hand. The oval base rises 2 inches from on top of the arm and the teardrop shaped mechanism rises a couple more inches from on top of the oval base. There are two indents on the sides of the teardrop device and another triangular protrusion from the base of the mechanism. I press a button and in slow motion a highlighted field of magnetic energy flows out, taking the form of a sleek, 8-inch long blade, solidified as liquid plasma that is hot enough to melt 5 foot thick metal in less than 3 seconds shoots out of the indents in slow motion to fill the magnetic field and create the actual blade of the weapon.
"Impressive, well made, very thorough. Will need a few materials to produce however, including a plasma energy cell of the size specified. But then again not able create, as none even close to this size exist."
"…" I lean back down and a minute later Mordin is speechless. For a second but hey, it's Mordin, even a quarter second is an achievement.
"Well then, will require platinum, iridium and some palladium. No use of Element Zero though, curious, but will not pry at this time. Can make within the hour. Should get started, come back before depart for mission with Shepard, should be done before then."
"Thanks Mordin." I smiled as he left the computer and began grabbing a few chemicals from a cupboard and opening cabinets to grab chunks of Palladium, Iridium and Platinum. I walk out towards the Armory and see Jacob turn towards me as soon as I enter.
"Delta, how you holding up?" he asks, frowning slightly.
"I'm ok, had better alarm clocks before though. I prefer a temporary annoying noise to searing pain." I say this with a light grin on my face.
"You're definitely better if you're cracking jokes as bad as that." Jacob says as he claps me on the shoulder, smiling slightly.
"What, you don't like my jokes?" I feign offense.
"They're not the best I've heard." He responds.
"Fine then, I'll take my comedic genius where it might actually be appreciated."
"You'll be hard pressed to find such a place on this ship Delta."
"I see I'm not wanted. I'm gonna go check my guns, Taylor, don't talk to me." I strut away in a posh and stupid fashion causing Jacob to chuckle as he turns back to his terminal to work on everyone else's weapons. I take out my Vindicator, Carnifex, Mantis and Eviscerator, setting to work in cleaning them and looking through the schematics I have practically seared into my brain. While I'm pulling errant chips from the ammo block in my shotgun out of the inner mechanisms of the weapon, my mental schematics supply ran out. I probably have more but my subconscious must be still processing them so I'll content myself with other stuff for now. For instance, I pull out my Infiltrator omni-tool and work on some of the firewalls in the armor lockers database, practicing my hacking skills and looking for info. Some of the schematics included specifics on armor that looked suspiciously like the Mjolnir series. I don't know why Halo stuff is in my mind, and even though I'm sure I don't think I want to know why I suddenly have all this info about the workings of Halo. I know I researched the technology mentioned in the franchise before, I even tried to make a gauss cannon for a physics project, but I never got this much information or detail about the tech used. I compared the plasma-fusion power cell in the Mjolnir suit and shield systems to the generator used in the Mass effect shields and suits and apparently Halo has their personal tech beat. It'll cost less in Mass effect to produce it though, in comparison to how much it supposedly cost in Halo, but the Mjolnir mark V was better than the Kestrel, Cerberus assault armor and Firewalker armor effects, combined with the hard shields upgrade from the research terminal.
"Delta, the commander wishes to meet with you in the airlock. We will be docking with the prison ship Purgatory in a few minutes."
"Ah, thank you EDI." I say. I quickly reassemble my shotgun and move out the armory to enter the airlock. Once there I see Shepard standing with Miranda, Garrus, and Zaeed. Everyone has their armor and guns on and they are waiting for the docking procedure to finish. I quickly attach my ODST look-alike colony security armor then reach into my locker to find my guns transported there already. I don't know how they do that but its cool and I wont knock it.
"Docking completed, opening airlo-"
"Wait a sec, Shepard, I'll be right back. I say this as she looks back at me questioningly. Everyone watches me run through the CIC and into Mordin's lab. As soon as I enter I see Mordin a few feet from the entrance. He looks pleasantly surprised and is holding two oval shaped devices in his three-fingered hands.
"Ah, Delta, glad to see you remembered, was about to leave and try to present them before mission. Noticed note in schematics, so created two from your request. Interesting, should work perfectly, attached neural electrodes where specified, so thought should activate. Here, very interesting attachment method, localized gravity generator, active and does not allow shifting from spot, but deactivated and moves as easily as feather."
"Thanks Mordin, I better get back to Shepard, the whole group's waiting on me." I thank Mordin as I attach the devices to my gauntlets, clenching my fists briefly to watch the plasma blades erupt from behind my closed fists. I unclench them and the blades dissipate as the plasma is drawn back into the container unit inside the devices, ready to be shot out and formed into a blade of boiling, liquid death. I turn and run back to the airlock catching the end of a conversation between Shepard and Garrus.
"-I don't trust them, even if they run a prison ship it's still in the Terminus systems and there's no official government sanction for it," said Shepard, with a note of finality. She turns to me as I run up as Garrus shrugs an okay. I don't get the feeling there was a debate, so much as an explanation for the curious.
"Delta, I have reservations about dealing with these Blue Suns mercs so I want you to do recon."
"What exactly do you want me to do commander?" I reply.
"I want you to use your tactical cloak and sneak through the ship to Jack. If we get double-crossed, or a prison break happens then I want you to make sure that Jack is kept safe until we can perform a safe exhfiltration."
"Understood commander, I'll be at my sneakiest." Shepard frowns at me for a second until I get the hint and wipe the playful smile off my face. When I make myself appear as serious as I already am she accepts it and turns away.
"That said, I've called Miranda up to take your place on the squad since you'll be separated from us for possibly the whole trip." I nod and we wait another minute until we hear the clacking of Miranda's high heels on the CIC deck. She appears besides the airlock and looks at Shepard, "Commander" she then looks at everyone else, and her gaze lingers on me for a bit.
"Miranda, Delta will be going ahead of us cloaked, so you'll be the last visible team member. No fighting and no comm. chatter unless its important, alright Delta?"
"Yes ma'am." I reply.
"Understood Commander." That's Miranda's reply, so we're good to go.
"Ok then, EDI, open the door."
"Of course, Shepard." The doors open and I activate my upgraded tactical cloak. I know I've practiced sneaking around places before but I don't think I'll be able to do well here. I crouch slightly, moving ahead of Shepard and the gang towards the doors that enter into the ship. I slide past the Blue suns guard before Shepard gets close enough to initiate the conversation and wait by the door for Kuril to step through.
"Welcome to Purgatory Commander. As this is a secure facility it is our policy to remove any weapons from our guests." Said the guard.
"It's my policy to keep my gun" replies Shepard.
"Ma'am this is just procedure, your weapons will be returned to you upon departure." Here a few of the other guards step forward and raise their weapons a bit.
"I'll relinquish one bullet, where do you want it?" asks Shepard raising her own pistol at the lead guard while everyone else draws their rifles. Kuril should be here right about-,
"What seems to be the problem here?" here he comes, and there I go out the door. I move as quickly and silently as possible, moving past the guards watching the prisoners and the three cells lined up. I think the last guy saw me cuz he kept staring creepily into my back. I shivered a bit as I headed for the super-max wing, sneaking past a patrol of guards and coming to the unwatched door to the cryo-control room. I saw one guy technician, with a white jumpsuit with red trimmings and details typing away at his console. I quickly snuck behind a table in the corner as the door closed, which made the guy glance at it before turning back to his console. My cloak faded as soon as I got behind the table, but thankfully if I crouched the table and the small containers beside it shielded me from sight from the technician and anyone who would come through the door.
"Guards, Shepard's loose, capture her!" Huh, the betrayal happened sooner than I thought. Guess they were just a few seconds behind me. Wonder if Shepard helped that guy who was getting tortured, think his name was bimmy right? Aw well. I soon hear some shooting outside and know Shepard and crew have met the guard patrol in the hallway. The technician looks worried as he pulls a gun out but doesn't point it yet, waiting to see who comes through. I activate my cloak again, after its recharged enough to give me a half minute of cloaking and silently moved behind the techie. I clench my fists and a short, slight hiss is all that's heard as my blades near-silently deploy from above my hands. I raise my right hand up above the techie's shoulder as the door opens to reveal Shepard and the others. Three things happen at once,
1. I cut off my cloak so I quickly reappear behind the techie.
2. The techie backs up into my chest and turns his head to look at who appeared behind him while Shepard and the others watch.
,and 3. I bring my right fist down, blade pointed towards the floor, hard and right into his shoulder. The techie falls to his knees while he's looking up at me, only now his eyes are wide in fear, panic, surprise and pain, and his hands come up to claw at my fist and arm as my blade remains inside his punctured lung and he gargles on his own blood. I wince then bring up my other bladed fist and slam the plasma dagger into his spine, instantly killing him. I pull both arms up, pulling the blades free as they slide out of the body with a hiss, cauterizing the wounds. The body is pulled up slightly as well before the blades are completely free and the techies body falls to the ground.
"Overkill much?" Garrus asks.
"Overkill is underrated Archangel." I reply. I grin as I see my blades are clean, the energy of the superheated plasma instantly evaporating any pieces of bone, cloth or blood that would have been left on a regular blade, making cleanup effortless.
"That's the cleanest stab I've ever seen," says Zaeed.
"Yeah, having a blade that simultaneously pierces and burns everything is rather useful for cleanup and clean punctures."
Miranda looks at me in surprise for having something like this. She's probably going to be mad that I didn't share earlier though so- there's the glare I was expecting. I shake my head slightly and look towards Shepard who has a slight smirk after seeing our exchange. She walks up beside me and looks out the window at the cryo room.
"So Delta, these the controls for Jacks cell?"
"Yeah, but the problem is that they'll open up every cell in this block of the ship. Probably something Kuril set up so that if we still try to get Jack he has an automatic spite failsafe."
"She's being guarded by 3 YMIR mechs. We're going to have to go in guns blazing if we want to get out with our lives."
"We could focus on one, If we take out the shields I should be able to hack it and get some help, long enough for us to haul ass out of there."
"That'll work, everyone, be ready to start shooting up the place as soon as you get down there." Shepard turns back to the console and activates the opening sequence. I move to the door leading down to the room but it's flashing red.
"Shepard, the door's locked." I announce.
We have no choice but to watch as a giant mechanical arm swings out and grabs the top of the cryo chamber cell. 4 pylons spit out a bunch of fumes and gases, probably coolant, as they rise along with the chamber. Inside there's a single medical table standing upright, with a young, pale, tatted up woman strapped to it in restraints on her neck and wrists, and a pedestal at the base for her feet to rest on.
"That's Jack,"is said by Garrus and Miranda both with an expression of surprise and disbelief in their faces. Shepard says nothing but raises her eyebrows at the woman strapped to the table, in baggy brown cargo shorts, and a leather harness covering her feminine buds. Meanwhile Zaeed…
(Smack) "Stop gaping boy, you look like you've never seen a half naked woman in your life." Everyone turns to me and I quickly close my mouth, but not before Garrus and Miranda both notice it, though Miranda and Shepard are the only two to notice the slight blush underneath my dark skin tone, which I assume Miranda has practiced noticing from her time with Jacob. I turn away from them all as Zaeed barks out a laugh and Shepard smirks. Miranda seemed to have a look on her face that said she was both disgusted and amused. I watched them out of the corner of my eye as Shepard turns back to watch the rest of Jack's awakening with me. We see the woman wake up, almost instantly alert as the YMIR's take notice of her. Jack rips one arm out of her restraints and starts pulling on the neck clamp with her single free arm while she struggles with her other one. I guess Jack is left-handed since that was the first one to be freed. After some more seconds her second arm and hand is free and she manages to finally pull off her neck clamp. She falls forward, crouching and panting as the YMIR's look toward her and begin their firing protocols while raising their guns. Jack's shaved head jolts up and she runs forward with a fist pulled back and a glowing blue aura surrounding it. With a roar, Jack crashes through the first mech and we hear more explosions follow as she moves out of sight.
"Door's open." I say, and as if to emphasize the point the door slides open with a louder than average 'swish' and I run through and down the ramp with Shepard by my side and the rest of the crew behind us. The other door opens automatically, releasing us into the room Jack inhabited a few seconds prior. As a parting gift, she left us with 3 destroyed YMIR mechs and one with it's weapons systems almost completely intact. Still, good enough for research data and we don't have to make any guesses as to where she went considering the huge-ass hole she left in the wall. We all run through it, following the sounds of battle and biotics. We come out of the hole/tunnel in the ships hull into the regular prison ships courtyard, with all lights on emergency red and prisoners fighting guards, mechs, and each other with stolen or makeshift weapons.
"This is going to take too long, Delta, go ahead like the original plan. Make sure Jack stays alive and doesn't leave unless its with us."
The woman just tore through 4 YMIR's and made a tunnel in the ships hull, who the hell besides you, Shepard, is going to have a chance at killing her? "Yes, Ma'am!" Maybe me, (cue hysterical laughter and audience muttering 'Bitch, please') anyway, I get to circumvent this giant potential cluster-fuck with my cloak of invisibility. Suck it potter, not even Filch's cat is gonna see through this shit. I quickly navigate past the soldiers and firefights, occasionally lashing out and stabbing someone or two when they're close enough and out of sight of their allies. Eventually I get past everything, even Warden Kuril and his 'almighty ultimate warden' perch. And yes it is a perch, turians have bird ancestors and so bird terms all apply. Anyway, I finally get back to the docks of this station and see Jack go through the door about 15 yards ahead of me. I run to the door and see two prisoners run to me too. My cloak switches off to recharge so they notice me and stop, grinning insanely.
"Hey buddy you tryin to get off too?" one prisoner with the numbers 359 on his jumpsuit said. He was holding a jagged pipe in his left hand and gesturing at me with his right. His friend had 285 written on his jumpsuit, with a smiley face written in blood around his number.
"Well yeah, but I'm not trying at all. I already got a way off."
"Yeah we do too, those escape pods in the docks behind that door you're in front of. Mind movin?"
"That depends, you guys wouldn't happen to be criminals now would you?" I ask.
"Course we are, both our kill counts at about a thousand each category. My friend and I have 4 such categories, we like to keep our kills organized you know?"
"Ok, well then I'm sorry but your bail had just been rescinded so you can get two options. Life or death."
"I pick death. Yours." 359 lunged towards me with his pipe raised and ready to stab me. I activated my blades and sidestepped while cutting through the middle of the pipe. 285 tackled me from the side with a corona of blue arcing over his body. His biotics was increasing his mass, he probably planned to crush me under his own weight. I lifted one dagger and cut his arm, the heat and pain making him jerk off my arm for a bit, which allowed my to stab his gut then grab his head and pull him into the ground. 359 lifted his boot to kick my head but I shielded it with 285's. I rolled out from underneath 285 and got into a kneeling position. 359 threw a punch at my face which I deflected with an upward block, then I grabbed his arm twisted around so I was holding it over my shoulder, then turned his arm and brought it down so his elbow was disconnected by impact against my shoulder blade. It helped having armor, so I didn't feel the impact much. As 359 screamed and clutched his arm in pain I turned to 285 who unleashed a biotic charge and flew right past me as I dove to the side. He hit the glass plane of the walkway, which had a long fall down. I noticed the glass was weakened greatly by his charge so I punched him with my left hand then stabbed him in the stomach with my right blade. I twisted and let my blade sit inside him for a few seconds, while he was paralyzed with pain and dying from his cooking innards. I ripped my blade out, admired the almost instantly cauterized wound in a split second, then spun 270 degrees ending with a powered up kick to his chest, sending 285 through the weakened glass and plummeting to his death. I turned back towards 359, who was crawling toward the door as it opened. He almost made it through until I came up behind him and stepped on his back with my left foot, holding him in place. With my right-hand blade still active I brought my fist up to my shoulder then smashed it into his head, impaling his skull with the 8-inch long energy blade that pierced through both sides. I pull out my blade, deactivate it, then let my hand fall to my side as I lean on my right leg and push the dead convicts body away from me with my left. I look up to see Jack staring at me, apparently alerted by the pained groaning of 359. We stared at each other for a few seconds, with Jack no doubt wondering whether to kill me or not. I took a few steps towards her and her biotic aura burst into existence around her. I raised my empty hands showing no blades or guns. When her aura did not fade I sighed and shook my head as I glanced up to the heavens before lowering my hands and moving over to sit down on a comfy looking pipe.
"Going somewhere?" I ask calmly, watching her out of the corner of my eye.
"Who the fuck are you!" she replies vehemently.
"I'm the Sandman, I came to tuck in the prisoners here in Purgatory and then this shit happened." I respond.
Jack's biotics flare up even more, "You're a real fucking smartass aren't ya? You'd better stop being such a smartass before I kill you."
"Trust me Jack you don't want to. My commander would be rather upset if you did."
"Your commander? You mean from that Cerberus ship!" she yelled the last part about Cerberus.
"Cerberus ship? Yes. Cerberus Commander? Hell no."
"It makes no difference to me. What're you here for anyway?"
"We came for your help Jack. On a mission of the utmost importance to humans, the Terminus systems, the council and the galaxy as a whole."
"You show up in a Cerberus frigate and expect me to help you?
"That's the gist of it. We take you off this scuttled ship and you help us in our mission," Shepard's voice rings out between the two of us so I shift my gaze, and Jack shifts her glare, to the doorway that opens to the inside of the Purgatory ship.
"You're Cerberus, do you really think I'm stupid?" Jack asks venomously.
"Well…"
"Delta"
"Nothing Shepard."
"This ship is going down in flames, and we have the only way off. I'm asking nicely."
"We could just knock her out and take her onboard." Garrus, with the fun suggestion."
"I agree," says Miranda.
"That sounds fun," I quip.
"I'd like to see you fucking try." Jacks biotics flare and she snarls at the three of us, me still sitting on my surprisingly comfy metal pipe.
"If it comes to that, we will." Says Shepard
"Alright then I'll cut you a deal." Says Jack.
"Join my team and you wont have to bargain."
"Cute. Your ship is Cerberus right?"
"no shit, Sherlock" I mutter. Miranda smirks a bit.
"I bet it has access to a lot of Cerberus information. I want everything Cerberus has got on me." Jack finishes, not hearing my comment.
"I'll give you full access." Replies Shepard.
"Shepard, you're not authorized to do that!" Miranda exclaims.
Jack coos, "It upsets the cheerleader. Even better." I chuckle at the cheerleader comment. Miranda turns to scowl at me while I raise my hands and smirk back at her.
"It's done," Shepard announces.
"Then what are we doing standing around here for?" demands Jack, already turning and heading for the Normandy's airlock.
"Shepard you can't just let her have full access."
"Miranda need I remind you that Shepard is the commander, and that Jack tore through 4 YMIR's and made a tunnel out of the ships hull in the very beginning of her rampage?" I said. Miranda scowls back at me but this time I cross my arms in defiance.
"Delta's right Miranda, It's best for the mission and everyone else to keep Jack at least somewhat happy. Miranda be sure to give her full access after the debrief and Delta…don't talk to her."
"You act like I'm gonna piss her off just for fun." I reply, smirking. Shepard says nothing but raises an eyebrow at me. Zaeed walks up and claps me on the shoulder.
"Besides kid, you'd probably just freeze up every time you saw her like in the control room." He laughs after saying this and walking to the airlock. Garrus chuckles and follows him while Miranda does the same with slightly less of a scowl and Shepard just watches me with amusement. I thrust my hands out to my sides and let them fall as I watch the three of them walk off. I turn to Shepard and notice her amused look, then feel a surge of embarrassment, giving me the feeling that I have to explain it to her.
"I was just surprised, hearing about the nastiest little package of power and fury I wasn't expecting some half naked, super pale, young woman." This was a partial truth, in real life Jack seemed as equally intimidating as she did on screen. But on screen her breasts were noticeable, just clinging there in the open for all to see, whereas in real-life I felt the unforeseeable need to touch them. Goddamn hormones, driving me towards them. Miranda's are nice too but it's so much easier to ignore when they are fully covered. Jack's are hanging out like 'touch me, touch me, touch me, die bitch!' Aw well I'll get better at ignoring it. Oh god, what about Samara, hers are bigger and provocatively displayed too. The worst (best?) of both worlds! Shepard just shakes her head with a chuckle and walks to the Normandy. I sigh and walk behind her, hanging my head down as we head inside the ship. Thank god this isn't a fanfic, I'd hate for people to assume I'm a complete perv from these thoughts.
Me:...
Delta:...
Me:... Okay, I got nothin.
Delta: review everyone. Please. Inspiration is fading without positive comments.
Me: I like that my reader count is increasing per chapter though.
Delta: that's not enough.
Me: Oh hell no, that's not nearly enough. So people, read, review, subscribe, read my other stories and enjoy yourself.
Delta: and the trolls can go f**k themselves.
Me: DELTA!
Delta: ok, ok...and their moms too.
Me: That's it (grabs Delta, drags him away)See ya later people.