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"I'm sick of this life. No more. I'm going to end it."

Sirens down below, news choppers hovering over head.

"Sir, please come down from the ledge! It doesn't have to end this way!"

I scoffed. "Yes it does." And I jumped. For a glorious few seconds, I was finally free. Free of the pain. The only things I knew were the near deafening sound of wind rushing past, and the rapture of freedom. Then nothing.

XxXx XxXx

You died.

Large floating red letters spread across my vision, against a back drops of darkness.

'What the hell? What the fuck is going on here?'

The letters faded away, and were replaced by new ones.

You've met with a terrible fate haven't you?

I didn't reply. I couldn't. I was in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening.

Such a shame. All that potential, gone because of a disease.

'I know, suicide is the cowards way out, but I just couldn't handle the pain anymore,' I whispered quietly.

I know child. I don't blame you. Not in the least. But you lasted longer than most could have under those conditions. That you lasted until those doctors ran all their tests, and found a cure for the early stages is worthy of the highest praise. Because of your fortitude, dozens will be cured before the disease can progress as far as yours did. Such a shame the final stage was completely incurable. You deserved to live a full life for what you did to save others your pain.

'I knew that they wouldn't be able to cure it once it progressed to the final stages, that was clear to me from the beginning. I didn't do it to cure myself.'

That only makes your sacrifice all the more powerful. You made a sacrifice no one else would, for no gain of your own. 10 years of agonizing pain, just others might be spared, knowing full well you would not be cured. In light of this act of selfless heroism, it has been decided to give you a reward. Another chance at life, a life free from the pain you suffered.

I stood stock still, shocked'Me? Another shot at life?'

Yes. One with a special body that cannot be permanently injured, and a mind that will always be whole. Take your time to decide.

Still in shock, I thought about it. The chance to life with a whole mind and a sound body. It was tempting. Very much so. But…

'I am sorry. Thank you for the offer, it's extremely generous. But I must decline. As I'm sure you're aware, I spent the last three years in the Medicuboid. It didn't help with the pain, but at least when I was in the virtual world, I could do more than lay in a bed and have tests run on me all day. And after three years of being essentially superhuman, I don't think I can handle going back to normal. Plus with the body you want to give me, I'd probably end up back on the experiment table, and not by choice. '

It was not planned to send you back to the world you came from. A soul cannot be reincarnated into the world in which it died. That would disturb the delicate balance of souls. Instead you would be sent to a world of your choosing, where you'd be given a certain ability, and left to life your life the way you see fit. Still wish to decline?

I thought for a minute, an internal debate raging. On one hand, I was tired from my years in the hospital, wasting away, subjected to test after test, treatment after treatment, waiting for them to find a cure, or pass away. But on the other hand, I had a new chance at life. Turning it down would be like committing suicide all over again. It was hard enough to do the first time around. I don't think I have it in me to do it again.

'Sure, I'll take your offer. Not like I've got anything to lose. So where do I get to go?'

Where ever you want.

'Do I get to pick the time, or is it random?'

You chose.

'Well then, I want to go to Lordran. I want to replace the chosen undead.

Very well, it will be done. Now to give you your power.

A new set of words, this time in blue appeared before my eyes.

Welcome to The Game.

'No fucking way, I'm going to be a gamer? This fucking rocks! I don't think I could have come up with a power I want more! Thank very much!'

Now it's time to set your appearance.

Suddenly, a featureless, nude Male body appeared in front of me, with some options and sliders to play around with.

'Well alright then, let's do this.'

I set my height to six foot five inches, I gave myself broad shoulders, and a strong jawline. I made my hair grow down to mid back, tied it up in a low ponytail, and made it wild and spiky, and colored it a deep blood red. Then I gave my self emerald green eyes and a handsome, regal facial structure.

'With this body, I gonna be drowning in women Haha! You know… if there were any sane human women in Lordran that is…. Anyway, thanks for not making me keep that scrawny, plain looking body I did have.'

You're welcome, child. Now go, your new home, your new life, your new story awaits.

I felt like I was falling again, then my vision flashed white.

xXxX xXxX

I sat bolt upright, breathing heavily, frantically looking around, attempting to get my bearings back. I was inside a rotting cell. Everything was gray, and frozen, and I noticed a popup, asking me to chose my starting class and gift. So, of course I picked Pyromancer, and master key. But everything stayed grayed out.

"What the hell? Why won't it let me start?" Then I notice that the option to pick a starting gift was still available. I realized that it was letting me pick a second gift. Which of course is going to be the Old Witches ring. As soon as I selected it, I felt the pyromancers robes equip themselves, and the ring appear on my finger. Then the popup vanished, and a new one appeared in its place.

Welcome to the Game. We are going to skip most of the tutorials, seeing as how you are mostly familiar with how this works. So your base stats are as follows.

Strength: 12

Endurance:11

Dexterity:10

Wisdom:8

Intelligence:10

Charisma:12

Some stats have been changed for simplicity's sake. Faith has become Wisdom, vitality has been removed, as has resistance. And Charisma has replaced Attunement since you won't be limited on the number of spells you can know. Now, as a gift for you, you have been allowed to pick two starting gifts, and will be granted 20 stat points to start with. Distribute them now please.

I dropped six points into Wisdom, and 10 into Dexterity. Then I dropped my last four into strength.

Now, you can gain stat points in three ways. By using souls, by doing things related to the stats, and by leveling up. You will be granted 10 points per level up. Be warned, the only way to level up in this game is to kill powerful beings, and consume their Soul. This consumption can some times grant powers the former owner possessed. Now the tutorial is over. Now go forth, and be prepared to die!

The color faded back into the world, and I felt the knowledge of how to cast fireball slam into my head.

"Interesting. The pyromancy glove converts pure intent and raw emotion into a flame."

I opened my inventory and pulled out my master key and opened the cell door, tossed the key back in, and ran forward, down the rotting hallway, ignoring the poor souls lost to the fade. Up the ladder, and to the first bonfire of my journey. I reached out and touched the sword embedded in the ashes. I felt something leap from my body to the pile of bones and ash, and it began to burn with a heatless flame, that somehow still felt warm. I basked in the glow for a moment, and soaked in the warmth that, deep down, I knew to be the warmth of home. Then, with great reluctance, I peeled myself away, and walked through the doors, and sprinted past the Asylum Demon, and to the second bonfire, which I lit on my way past, without much pause, and sprinted up the hall way, pausing long enough to grab my axe, and dodged an arrow.

'Hmm… I wonder…'

As I continued to rush the archer hollow, dodging his follow up shot, I drew back my axe, and heaved it at the retreating hollow. I watched it spin end over end, and then bury itself in the creature's skull with a meaty thunk. The hollow stood stock still for a moment, then burst into a cloud of white particles, which then rushed to me, weightlessly slamming into my chest and vanishing. My vision flashed for a moment, then a bunch of bars and numbers appeared in front of me. I tried to move my head a bit and realized they were fixed in place.

"Oh, hey, I guess I have a HUD now. And look at that, it's the standard Dark souls 3 HUD without the item cross. Huh, neat."

I began to sprint once again, rushing to the my fallen axe, stooping to pick it up without breaking my stride. The I followed the hallway to the first fog gate of my new life. I paused to think for a moment.

"Seems almost… monumental. Like this is the mark of the true beginning of my new life".

I put my hand on it, and pushed it through, the fog feeling both weighty and weightless at the same time, and walked through. Then I walked just a bit up the staircase to bait down the boulder, and rolled out of the way, opening the path to Oscar.

"Hell*ghurk!*"

With a wet squelch, I pulled my axe from his skull, and quickly snatched the sword and shield before he burst into souls, leaving the Estus flask and key on the ground, which I scooped up and threw into my inventory. I held the sword in my left hand, my axe in my right.

"Well this is off to a fantastic start."

I walked to the boss fog, and slew the hollows in my way, grabbing my pyromancy glove on the way past, and putting it on my left hand.

I stepped through the fog, and took a running leap, plunging down, and unleashing an inhuman howl. I lashed out, both with axe and sword, the beast losing both eyes, and roaring in pain. I ripped my axe free leaving the sword embedded in the demon's ruined eye socket, and pushed off, preparing a fireball as I fell. And I let it free as soon as I hit the ground, causing the fell beast to lose the remainder of its life, and burst into souls.

"That… was disappointingly easy…"

A notification popped up, telling me I received the Soul of the Asylum Demon, and the pilgrim's key. I crushed the soul in my hand, and got a new popup.

You have leveled up. 10 Stat Points. You gained skill Wings of a Demon.

Wings of a Demon

Kind of what it says on the box. Demonic wings. You can fly. Any armor or clothing will be adjusted automatically to account for the wings when you activate this skill. Speed is 10 mph per point in Dexterity. Maximum range of flight is 1 mile per point in Endurance.

"Cool, now I don't have to rely on that crow to get me back and forth." I activated the skill, and large bat like wings sprouted from my shoulders. I flapped them a few times to get a feel for how to work them. They were quite easy to make move. I began to move them a bit faster, and with a rotating flap, like an owl or hummingbird would, and I began float. I flitted around the room, testing my limits, and once I was satisfied, I land in front of the locked door, and pulled the key from my inventory. With just a little hesitation, I slotted the key into the lock, and turned the rusty key in the stiff lock. The lock clicked, and the enormous stone doors swung open, and I was blasted with the frigid air. I took a deep breath, and enjoyed the fresh air for a moment, the spread my wings and took to the sky.

A Very, Very, Very Long Time Later

I ripped the silver blade of the Holy Moonlight Sword free from the now cooling corpse of the ancient Queen Yharnam, and flicked the blood free with a flourish, and returned the blade to the hanger on my back and removed my featureless bone white mask. I popped a blood vial, and took a swig of estus, and sighed as relief flooded my body, easing the pains of a hard-fought battle, and healing my wounds. Then I cast a Repair spell, and the cuts in my custom armor sealed shut, and the bloodstains vanished, leaving the black trench coat, light chest plate, blood red in color, and my baggy leather pants, also black, with blood red plates on my outer thighs, and shins, looking as pristine as the day I forged and enchanted them. Only then did I pay attention to the popup that showed up after the fight.

You have gained Soul of Yharnam.

I pulled said soul out of my inventory and crushed it in my hands.

You leveled up. 10 SP. You have gained skill Blood Clones

Blood Clones

A fully formed clone formed from a single drop of blood. Capable of all your skills and abilities. Dispels after one hit.

"Hmm. Useful, if I can't use my mana." I dropped my points into Dexterity.

STR: 1534

DEX: 2097

END: 1765

INT: 2501

WIS:2011

CHA: 2222

I closed out my menus, and popped a Bold Hunters Mark, and returned to the dream.

"Hello Good Hunter. Gehrman awaits you in the clearing, under the tree," came the voice of an angel, the Doll, the only voice I did not dread to hear on this long night.

I paused for a minute, and took a deep, laborious breath.

"Yes, my friend. I know."

And I went to confront Gehrman, and end this Nightmare that had gone on far, far to long.

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As I approached Gehrman, I drew the Holy Moonlight Sword with my right hand, and the custom catalyst I built to act as a chime, a talisman, a catalyst, and a pyromancer's focus all in one.

"Gehrman, I know why you wish to see me. And my answer is no. I will not just lay down and allow you to kill me. So, stand and fight."

The old man let out a deep, world weary sigh and shook his head. "Couldn't make this easy for the both of us? Very well. I guess it is time Gehrman rejoins the Hunt." And no more words were spoken between us.

I quickly cast Tears of Denial, Soothing Sunlight and Replenishment is rapid succession, then let loose a barrage of Farron Hail, which the old hunter deftly dodged. As he dashed closer, scythe ready for a diagonal slice, I loosed a Great Combustion followed by a Black Flame Whip, halting him in his tracks, and forcing him to dash back, lest he be burned. Then, with a pair of swings of my blade, two crescents of green light, one horizontal, one vertical, burst through the smoke and fire, which he only barely managed to dash away from. Again, I raised my staff, and unleashed a trio of Crystal Soul Spears, and then followed closely behind, sword ready for a powerful swing. Gehrman managed to deflect the first two with his scythe, but the third caught him flat footed, burying itself in his chest, and causing a howl of pain to escape his lips. And then, I was on him, sinking the magical edge of my sword into his neck, and then, with a burst of intent, I detonated the green halo of light surrounding the silver blade, obliterating his head, and causing his body to burst into souls. Everything was still for a moment, not even the grass moving with the wind. Then I got another popup.

You have gained the Soul of Gehrman. You have gained Gehrman's scythe.

I popped the soul, and got 10 more points, which were dropped into Dex. I didn't get a new skill, but I wasn't really disappointed. Kind of already have all the skills I could ever need.

Do you wish to face the Moon Presence?

I closed my eyes, and centered myself, allowing the battlefog to clear from my mind. Then I popped a blood-vial, knocked back a swig of both of my Estus (a/n esti?), and ate a green blossom. Then I tossed my Holy Moonlight sword into my inventory and withdrew an old favorite of mine. A good old-fashioned Smelter Hammer. The enormous weight of the hunk of slag and steel feeling like an old friend in my hand. I passed my catalyst over it, imbuing it with the potent power of darkness. Then I cast my standard buff set, and took another drink of my Ashen Estus, and then selected yes.

I felt reality shift and twist, as if it was unable to adjust to the presence of the utterly alien being descending from the moon. The ghastly creature alighted on the ground and stared.

"Well, are you going to fight, or just sit there?" As soon as the last syllable left my mouth, the Presence leapt at me with the speed and grace of a tiger. I only just managed to dodge the unexpected attack, and retaliate with a fast swipe with Farron Flash-sword, scoring a superficial cut on the beasts shoulder. As I regained my footing, I lashed out with my Turkeyle- I mean Smelter Hammer, trying to cave in its chest, but it leaned back, and my swing went wide. The immense momentum of the slab of slag spun me around, exposing my back to eldritch horror, and received a mighty punch for my troubles, sending me tumbling away. I quickly caught my balance, and slid to a halt. I now knew that the Presence was far to fast for my hammer to be effective, so I tossed it back into my inventory and drew out a second copy of my custom catalyst.

"Let's see how you handle this."

I began casting a barrage of every spell I could think of, Sunlight Spears, Chaos firestorms, Forbidden Suns, Soul arrows. If I knew it, I was casting it. A veritable wall of ice, fire, earth, lightning and soul magics spewed fourth from my twisting, writhing movement. In the span of a few seconds, my hailstorm of elements collided with the Great One, resulting in a calamitous explosion that nearly knocked me to the ground. As the dust cleared, a terrible shriek of pain split the air, and the Presence leapt at me again. This time, though I was ready, and I swatted it out of the air with a dual cast of emit force, and leapt in the air, and allowed a black blade of cursed soul energy form around my catalyst and slammed the edge into the now prone form of my opponent. All was still for a moment, and then its corpse burst into a mist of souls and I glanced at the new popup and popped the soul.

You gained 10 SP. You gained skill Great One's Knowledge.

Great One's Knowledge

You know what the Great Ones know. You can use that Knowledge to travel to new dimensions.

I was in shock. I had spent eons in this world, killing, surviving, and killing some more. I came to this world, expecting to link the flame, and that would be the end of it. I'd enjoy a few months of life, work of the frustrations of being laid in a bed and experimented on for 10 years, then throw my self into the fire, and that would be the end of it. But no, the combination of me now being an Undead, and The Gamer, meant that I literally could not die. Ever. For eons, I had roamed the planet, killing everyone and everything in my way. No rest. Just cycle after endless cycle. Death, rebirth, then die in the kiln. First was Lordran, and then 1000 cycles. Then was Drangleic, and another 1000 cycles. Then came Boletaria, and more cycles than I could begin to count. Then, Lothric was born, and I though, that finally, after so long, it was coming to a close. But I was wrong. I became the Lord of Hollows and ushered in the Age of Men. For thousands of years, there was peace, and I enjoyed being able to hang up my sword. I relaxed, living in the remote mountains, studying magic, and pyromancy and miracles. Learning to forge from Andre, who survived the End of the Age of Fire, and figuring out how to enchant the things I had forged, duplicating my rings. Then one day after 100 years of isolation, I journeyed to the nearest city to pick up some cloth and metal. And to my horror, discovered that the nearest city was Yharnam. And the beast plague was in full swing. And so, I took up the mantle of Hunter, and slaughtered my way through the eldritch abominations to slay the Moon Presence, and end the Nightmare. And now that I had, I was being presented with the ability to find a new home, away from the cycle of death and undeath in this world. My knees buckled, and I landed knee first, staring unseeingly into the night sky unshed tears finally falling from my eyes after so many centuries.

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After an unknown amount of time allowing emotions I had bottled up to flow free, I gathered my self back up, both metaphorically and physically, cast both a Refresh and a repair, and tested out my new skill.

"Great One's Knowledge."

A great amount of information rushed into my mind, secrets of the universe-no the multiverse- spilled into me.

"Ah, so that's how it's done. Seems… oddly simple. I was half expecting a blood sacrifice or some shit. Actually kinda disappointed…."

I shrugged off that line of thought, and reached out my hand, as if grabbing a key, flooded the air with my mana, and twisted. And just like that, the gateway between dimensions was open. All I had to do was step through.

XxXx xXxX

A bright light obscured my vision for a moment, before clearing to reveal a very large, open room, built to mimic a park, complete with trees and streams. It would be indistinguishable from any normal park back on Earth, were it not for the flying car things over head. And the metal ceiling. And the blue ladies with tentacle hair. And the turtle-crocodile-man things. And the fat midgets wearing space suits. And the bird people.

"This is the Mass Effect universe, isn't it?"

Just as the realization dawned on me, I heard the sound of running feet closing in on me.

'Must be C-Sec. That's… a shockingly fast response for a police force. I've only been here for a few moments. I wonder if the portal let through some kind of energy signal they detected? Food for thought later. Now how to get out of this?'

I heard the sound of half a dozen guns being drawn, and safeties being flicked off. I slowly raised my hands, and turned to face the boys in blue.

"Good evening officers. I don't suppose you could tell me where the hell I am?"

The lead officer, a male Turian pointed his pistol directly at my head and… proceeded to say something in some kind of chirpy language that I couldn't understand.

"My apologies, good sir, I seem to not be able to understand you." I gave him a sheepish smile.

The Turian looked at me skeptically and said something else it the chirping language of his.

"Nope, afraid I didn't catch that either, though it appears that you can understand me." At that he nodded. "Well then my good sir, maybe you could take me to get me outfitted with whatever you've got translating for you?"

He said something to the Turian to his left, and he ran off.

Then he pointed to his gun with is off hand.

"Am I armed?" I inquired.

A nod

"No, I am not." I slowly pulled back my trench coat to expose my hips, and turned to the side to show I didn't have a back holster.

He then looked pointedly at my ankles, so I slowly dropped to a crouch and lifted my legs of my pants to reveal the lack of a gun.

He nodded and then motioned for me to follow him and barked an order to the group of officers. I easily fell into step behind him.

xXxX xXxX

I had followed the C-sec officers to their interrogation room, which looked no different than any one you'd see on TV. I was now sitting in a quite comfortable chair waiting on the Turian to return with an omni-tool or something so I could actually understand his questions. Just as I was beginning to get impatient, he walked through the door and tossed a watch sized wristband, and mimed putting something on his wrist, and I followed suit. The tool beeped at me, and projected an image of a microphone, so I looked at the Turian, and asked, "What the hell am I supposed to do with this thing?" Just as the question left my mouth, the omni-tool beeped at me again, and the began to speak to me with words I could understand. It was asking if I could understand. Then there were two selections, yes or no. Obviously I picked yes. A slight buzz, then I heard a voice, with a very slight mechanical tinge to it from behind me.

"Well, can you understand me now?"

I turned to look at him. "Yes, I can. Now maybe you can answer my question? Where the hell am I?"

"If it's all the same to you, I'll be asking the questions here. What is your name?"

"John Winter."

"What planet are you from?"

Here I paused. How should I answer? Ah, I got it.

"Boletaria."

"How old are you?"

"Not really sure. Spent an ungodly amount of time floating in space after my planet was destroyed in a supernova. Probably 25,000 or so."

I could tell he was totally flabbergasted by my answer. I mean, I'd call bullshit on myself if I wasn't far older than that.

"That impossible. No human could live that long."

I cocked my head to the side and gave him a half-confused look.

"What's a human? If you mean my species then I'm not a human, I'm the last member of the Nephilim."

"So you are a member of an extinct species?"

"That is correct. I just happened to be the first of my people to exit orbit, heading towards our moon, when our star exploded, sending me hurtling through space, and obliterating my species. Thankfully I need no food, water, or air to survive. The after floating around in space for a few thousand years, I crash landed on a planet filled the remnants of a hyper advanced civilization and was able to find some sort of teleportation device. I activated it, and here I am."

"Do you really expect me to believe that load of bullshit? You look human, you sound human, even smell human. And John is a very human name to boot. Prove to me you're not a human, then I might be inclined to believe the rest of your story."

"Well do humans have wings?"

He shook his head. "And neither do you."

I activated Wings of a Demon, and with a dull thump, I suddenly did have wings.

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU HIDING THOSE THINGS?!" He yelled in shock.

I laughed a little. "Subspace storage. Pocket dimension."

"…..Spirits. A First Contact scenario. Shit let me get my supervisor." And with that, he spun and ran out of the room with surprising speed.

'Well that's a thing that happened…. Now what?'

I decided to wait around until he came back, figuring that being known to the council races as the last member of a new species was more useful than being just another human face in the crowd. So I waited. And waited. After another hour of waiting the door opened, and 3 people walked in. 'Pretty sure those are the council.' I looked past them to see a few well armed and armored guards out side the door. Most definitely the council.

"So how may I be of service to the governing body of this space station?"

"You seem well informed for someone who claims to be the last member of a species who had no contact with any of the council races." The Asari observed.

I shrugged. "Not really that hard to guess. A member of three different species, in fancy clothes, with a heavily armed escort, coming to see the supposed new species? I'd have to be a fool to not know you were with the government."

The Salarian spoke up. "Interesting. Strong deductive reasoning skills. Took less than 3 seconds to deduce identity." Here he gave me a nod of approval. "Impressive."

I nodded back. "Well, what can I do for you?"

The Turian stepped forward and said, " This Council wishes to extend our condolences for the loss of your people. We also wish to extend an offer of membership to the council races for the Nephilim, and citizenship for you."

That was kind of unexpected. I didn't figure they extend an offer of citizenship so easily, or so soon. It was suspicious.

"What's the catch?"

"You will be required to undergo genetic testing for the purposes of records, in case anymore of your people survived and somehow are found. You will also be required to serve in the Turian military for a period of no less than 10 years, after that you will be no different from any other citizen. We will also give you a few months of funding to live amongst the people of the citadel in order to adjust to life among people. I was led to understand you have lived in total isolation for millennia. Even the stupidest of people would not expect any intelligent being to adjust well to being once again exposed to the rigors of society or the military so soon after so long in isolation. You will be given an omni-tool, with etiquette and light education programs loaded, pertaining to the race of the citadel, and basic history, and then be taken to a hotel for the next month. You will 2 weeks to familiarize yourself with how to behave in polite society, and our laws, and then you will have 2 day of genetic and medical testing, then you will be given 6 months to live amongst the citadel to re-adjust. Then you're to start basic training on the Turian home world of Palaven, where you will spend the next ten years serving. Any questions?"

"Just one. What year is it?"

The Asari councilor replied, "It is the year 2160."

'So, by 2171 at the latest I'll be free to go? That's not too bad. If I remember correctly, Mass Effect takes place in the early 2180s, so that will give me the better part of a decade to prepare. Maybe build some custom gun, build up funds, gain contacts. This all works out in my favor.' I looked up at the council.

"Alright, take me to my accommodations. I want to get started right away on learning what I need to know to survive here."

Th Asari councilwoman stepped forward. "Very well, I shall have one of our officers escort you to your hotel, where your omni-tool will be delivered first thing in the morning. Based on your similarities to humans, am I to assume that you are levo-amino based?" At this I gave a nod. "Good, we shall have some water and basic food delivered to you in a few hours. I am aware you don't require food or water, but I am assuming you can eat and drink. If not, then just leave it be. Tomorrow you will be given a bank account along with your omni-tool, and a few thousand credits to purchase what ever you need. We will also be assigning you an escort to accompany you for the next few weeks, both to act as a bodyguard and guide, but also to answer any questions you may have. It was a pleasure to meet you, and welcome to the citadel."

XxXx xXxX

I stepped through the door to my hotel room, and saw that it was a middle of the road hotel. Not super fancy, but not a roach motel either. The I turned to the officer who had escorted me here, and gave him a nod. "Thank you for the escort. Now if you will excuse me, I am quite tired for all the goings on today, so if you would leave me be?"

"Yeah, no problem. But first, I was given a data pad for you to read through. It's a few laws you need to know right off. Also, it has an extranet connection so you can look up anything you want to know until you get your omni-tool tomorrow. Ill be right outside you the door if you need anything, until 6 am, when I will be relived. You have a good night." And with those words spoken, he walked out of the door.

I wasn't really concerned with any laws really, so I just skimmed through, the began to do research to learn to be an engineer. I downloaded a book called Hacking for Dummies, and read it cover to cover, and the end it recommended a few more reference materials, which I also downloaded and read. Just I finished reading the last book there was knock at the door. I got up and answered it, and an officer was standing at the door.

"Hello, I've been sent to take you to buy some gear and clothes." Then he handed me an omni-tool. "put that on you dominate wrist, and get it set up. Ill be right outside, when you get that done, come get me and we will go get you some stuff."

"Okay. I'll get this set up and if I need any help I'll come get you." He nodded and leaned against the wall next to the door. Letting the door swing closed, I turned around and walked to the desk in the corner of the room, and sat down. Removing the translator, I replaced it with the omni-tool, and got to work setting it up.

XxXx xXxX

A Few Hours Later…

I had convinced the officer to take me directly to to an armory to get me a hard suit so I could get to work modifying and enchanting it. I cast an illusion over the store with the skill I gained from killing Gywndolin, and tossed a great number of sets of hard suits, barrier generators, even a few gun parts laying around. The I bought a cheap suit and left, programming the illusions to slowly fade away a few at a time so no one would connect me to it. Then we went to the grocery store, bout some groceries. The I when back to my room and spend some time playing with the hard suits, checking if they play nice with my Gamer abilities, and especially my wings, which they did.

'I'll have to wait until my 6 months of free time to breakout my enchanting gear and forge, so I can enchant this shit and add additional armor plating, after I see how effective enchanted titanite is at stopping mass effect rounds.'

Now all that's left is to learn how to hack, and wait for the testing they wanted to run, and then I'd starting really trying to prepare to stop the Reapers.

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Just a little plot bunny I've had hopping around mah noggin the last few weeks. Not the best of writing i know, but still.