AN: Wow, this blew up.
So, in this chapter, we're actually starting on the game's story.
Anyway, you know the drill. I owneth not the properties of either the Effect of Mass nor the Ring of Halo.
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Arc I: The Drums of War
Chapter I: Normandy
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Arcturus System
January 10th, 2583
Local time 1229 (Sol Standard Time)
Faster than could be perceived even by Spartan-II standards, the stars outside the Condor's cockpit changed. One of the most obvious changes was that instead of the relatively young main-sequence star Ran that was in the center of Epsilon Eridani, there was a massive red giant, Arcturus.
Esparza took only a moment to gather his bearings before returning to the controls, a testament to his piloting skills. John then sat down in the co-pilot's seat as the flying officer guided them closer to the space station where they would be receiving their next assignment. Indeed, only a few minutes later, the two saw the iconic disk between two pylons: Arcturus Station, the political and military heart of the Systems Alliance.
"This is Alliance Condor Echo-216 to Arcturus control, you read me, Arcturus?" Esparza asked into the comms as he guided the dropship into a holding pattern.
"This is Arcturus, we read you Echo-216, over."
"Echo-216 requesting permission to dock, over."
"One moment, Echo-216… I have a priority notice from Admiral Hackett saying to send you to his personal hangar. Sending coordinates and flight path now. Echo-216, confirm?" Huh, Hackett must really want them there fast.
Then again, there was supposedly a Spectre involved.
With a beep, a flight path appeared on the dashboard. "Echo-216 confirms flight path, over."
"Good luck, Echo-216. Arcturus out."
Esparza quickly got the Condor onto the assigned flight path. As the dropship flew around the station, John noticed a ship docked at a tube near their Pelican's assigned bay. It wouldn't impede their docking, but it did draw his attention.
The white-painted main body was long and thin, tapered like a kind of flat banana. On either side were black, skeletal, triangular wings with four rectangular nacelles attached, and near the back was a T-shaped tail fin, similar to some early human aircraft he'd seen in museums on shore leave. Emblazoned on the side were the words "Normandy" and "SR1". The total package was about one-hundred-and-seventy meters long, around four times longer than their own Condor.
"So that must be our ship," John noted aloud. "Doesn't look like any frigate I've seen."
He was shaken out of his thoughts by a muted thud that signified the dropship landing in the hangar. John and Esparza headed back to the blood tray to prepare for disembarking, before waiting for the Condor's atmosphere to equalize.
The light near the door suddenly flashed green, signifying that it was safe to leave the dropship. With a hiss, the blood tray opened up to the station, allowing John and Esparza to leave the Condor. Ahead of them, a scarred man in a blue Alliance dress uniform walked up to them, flanked by two guards. The Spartan and the pilot quickly snapped salutes, with Hackett quickly dismissing them.
"Good to see you again, Master Chief," Hackett greeted, and Chief nodded in response. "You too, Officer."
"I'm guessing that frigate out there is our next posting?" Esparza asked.
"You would be correct," Hackett confirmed. "SSV Normandy. Prototype stealth frigate we were working on with the turians. Feel free to get yourself acquainted. I need to speak with Chief Shepard alone for a moment."
"Sir." With that, Esparza headed off to the Normandy. Hackett then started off to his office, with John falling in step soon after.
"Admiral, if you don't mind me asking, why did we need to work with the turians for the frigate?" John asked. "It's an Alliance prototype, so wouldn't the cooperation be a security breach?"
"The First Contact War was twenty-six years ago, Shepard," Hackett reminded. "The Normandy was seen as a way to improve our diplomatic relations with the Council. They fund our research, the turians help design the ship, and we gain favor with the Citadel."
"So politics," John realized with a scoff.
"Indeed," Hackett said with a chuckle. "I'll admit, ONI isn't happy about it, but as I'm sure you know, the orders come from HIGHCOM. If Parangosky isn't willing to play ball, she can complain to them."
"I doubt they'd listen to her unless she brought them the Illusive Man's head on a silver platter," John dryly replied. A private journalist had found missed breadcrumbs that exposed ONI's previous head having massive dealings with Cerberus and their leader, resulting in his trial for treason and subsequent lifelong incarceration. This left his successor, Admiral Margaret Parangosky, the arduous task of cleaning up after him. One of her first actions was canceling Spartan development and working with the Marine Corps to merge them into the N-program. Sure, the Office still did some questionable activities, and Parangosky was a cold and calculating woman who, from the single occasion he'd met her, John honestly didn't like, but under her leadership, ONI wouldn't be signing off on more child soldiers.
That he knew of.
It was then that they came upon Hackett's office. After keying in the passcode, the admiral took a seat, before gesturing for John to do the same.
"I imagine you have some questions, Chief, so feel free to ask," Hackett said as they settled in.
"I heard there was a Council Spectre coming aboard," John said, quickly cutting to the chase. "Any idea why whoever it is has to be there?"
"The Council helped fund the Normandy, so they're sending an agent to make sure that their money wasn't wasted," Hackett replied. "As for who that agent is, he's a turian by the name of Nihlus Kryik." He hit a button on his omnitool, pulling up a hologram of a turian in black and red armor. The alien had black and white facial tattoos, giving him the vague appearance of a skull.
"That the official reason, sir?" John skeptically asked.
"I can't say much more," Hackett said, "but I can tell you more details about your assignment." It was then that the door slid open again, revealing a dark-skinned man with thin lips and a buzzcut.
"Anderson," Hackett greeted. "Perfect timing. I was just about to explain to Chief Shepard what he'll be doing aboard your ship. Take a seat." As Anderson sat down, Hackett turned back to John. "Shepard, this is Captain David Anderson. He's in charge of the Normandy, and you'll report directly to him."
"Good to see you, Master Chief," Anderson said, proffering a hand, which John took. "The Normandy will be taking her official first flight tomorrow, to an Outer Colony called Harvest."
"Official?" John asked, noting Anderson's usage of the word.
The captain sighed. "Joker took the ship on a joyride a month back. He was reprimanded, but at the same time, I recognized that he was able to pilot the ship with skill that I doubt even Esparza is close to matching. So, I requested his presence on the crew."
"Huh." With that out of the way, John got back to business. "So who am I working with?"
"You'll be on the Normandy's ground team. There's Nihlus, as Hackett no doubt told you," Anderson began. "Then there's Staff Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko. He's a biotic Sentinel, and will be your second-in-command. Lastly, there's Corporal Richard Jenkins. About as green as green gets."
"Noted, sir," John replied. "When do we get started?"
"Report to the Normandy at 0800 tomorrow," Anderson ordered. "We cast off at 0900, on the dot. Your armor's already on board."
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Arcturus System
January 11th, 2583
Local time 0924 (Sol Standard Time)
Having cast off twenty-four minutes ago, the Normandy soared towards the relay to Harvest.
John, meanwhile, was fully armed and armored in his olive-green Mjolnir Mark VI. Folded on his back were Misriah Armory's MA40 assault rifle of the famed MA line and a Hahne-Kedar M-29 Avenger sniper rifle. The MA40 had a remarkably fast fire rate for an assault rifle, second only to the far older MA5B, and the Avenger was powerful and accurate. The small of his back held a folded M45 shotgun, also made by Misriah. On his right thigh was an Emerson-manufactured MK50 Sidekick pistol. It wasn't the most powerful, but it could fire off shots as fast as the trigger could be pulled before the heat sinks overheated. In a leather sheath on his right shoulder was an M1 combat knife. John would readily admit that he wasn't particularly proficient with melee weapons, even by Spartan standards, but it never hurt to have a knife on hand. Moving on to his armor, John was happy with his generic Mark VI, only modifying it with a grappleshot, but he did acknowledge that other Spartans and N7's preferred more specialized gear. As for his helmet, it was currently cradled underneath his left arm.
Right now, the Spartan was headed for the cockpit. As he walked, he heard the pilot, Joker, report on their progress towards the relay. A crewman briefly acknowledged him as he passed through the CIC, with John nodding in response. He then strode through the gunnery stations, with some of the officers there sparing an amazed glance at the armored giant, no doubt in wonder at the fact that not only was a Spartan on their ship, but the Shepherd of Elysium at that. Finally reaching his destination, John walked around their Spectre overseer, Nihlus, just as Joker confirmed they were on final approach. The pilot was in the central seat, with Esparza on his left and Kaidan Alenko on his right. John wouldn't dare miss this next sight.
The Normandy pulled next to the relay's twin rings.
"Hitting the relay in three… two…"
A bolt of blue lightning connected between the frigate and the fork.
"...one…"
FWOOSH!
Esparza piped in just as they cleared the relay. "Thrusters… check. Navigation… check. Internal emissions sink engaged. All systems online. Joker, how's our drift?"
"Just under fifteen-hundred K," the pilot confirmed.
"Fifteen-hundred is good," Nihlus remarked in the dual-toned voice typical of turians, turning to leave. "Your captain will be pleased."
As soon as the Spectre was out of earshot, Joker immediately dropped his professionalism. "I hate that guy."
"Nihlus gave you a compliment… so you hate him?" Alenko asked, seemingly more disappointed than confused.
"You remember to zip up your jumpsuit on the way out of the bathroom? That's good. I just jumped us halfway across the galaxy and hit a target the size of a pinhead. So that's incredible!" Joker countered. "Besides, Spectres are trouble. I don't like having him on board. Call me paranoid."
"You're paranoid," Alenko said without missing a beat. "The Council helped fund this project. They have a right to send someone to keep an eye on their investment."
"Officially," Esparza jumped in. "But we don't know the unofficial reason."
"I'm with the pilots," John piped up. "Spectres don't get deployed on something as mundane as a shakedown run, even if the Council helped fund the ship."
"Which means that the captain isn't telling us everything," Esparza said.
"Joker, Esparza, status report!" the voice of Captain Anderson suddenly ordered over the intercom.
"Just cleared the mass relay, Captain. Stealth systems engaged. Everything looks solid," Joker reported. "Esparza?"
"Same here," the co-pilot responded.
"Good," Anderson accepted. "Find a comm buoy and link us into the network. I want mission reports relayed back to Alliance brass before we reach Harvest."
"Aye-aye, Captain," Joker dutifully said, before adding, "Better brace yourself, sir. I think Nihlus is headed your way."
"He's already here, Lieutenant," Anderson corrected, with Joker shaking his head in exasperation. "Tell Master Chief Shepard to meet me in the comm room for a debriefing."
"You get that, Chief?" Joker asked.
"On my way," John said, before turning away.
He strolled through the gunnery station, leaving the pilot, co-pilot, and Staff Lieutenant to their conversation. As he neared the CIC, however, he heard the executive officer, Charles Pressly, arguing with someone over the intercom.
"I'm telling you, I just saw him!" Pressly hotly said. "He marched by like he was on a mission!"
"He's a Spectre, they're always on a mission," the person on the other side countered.
"And we're getting dragged right along with him!" Pressly crabbed.
"Relax, Pressly," the other person advised. "You're gonna give yourself an ulcer."
Before he could continue complaining, Pressly noticed John walking up. He turned and flashed a quick salute to the taller man, one that John mirrored. "Congratulations, Master Chief. Looks like we had a smooth run. You heading down to see the captain?"
"I was," John confirmed. Out of curiosity, however, he asked, "You don't trust the turian?"
"Sorry, Chief. Just having a chat with Adams down in engineering. Didn't mean to cause any trouble," Pressly apologized. "But you have to admit, something's odd about this mission. The whole crew feels it."
"I have a feeling I'll be asking about it soon enough," John replied.
"Good luck, Chief," Pressly said, before the Spartan resumed his path.
Walking around the consoles, he spotted Corporal Richard Jenkins talking to the ship's medical officer, Karin Chakwas. The greenhorn was wearing a blue beret, while the doctor was in lab attire. They seemed to be in debate about the nature of Nihlus' presence, just like Pressly and Adams.
"I grew up on Harvest, Doc. It's not the kind of place Spectres visit," Jenkins said. "There's something Nihlus isn't telling us about this mission."
"That's crazy," Chakwas replied with a scoff. "The captain's in charge here. He wouldn't take orders from a Spectre."
"Not his choice, Doc. Spectres don't answer to anyone," Jenkins countered. "They can do whatever they want. Kill anyone who gets in their way."
Chakwas let out a laugh. "You watch too many spy vids, Jenkins."
The greenhorn jumped when he spotted John walking towards him, evidently having failed to notice the giant Spartan, before quickly regaining his composure and snapping a quick salute, with John following suit. "What do you think, Chief? We won't be staying on Harvest too long, will we? I'm itching for some real action!"
"I sincerely hope you're kidding, Corporal," Chakwas dryly replied. "Your 'real action' usually ends with me patching up crew members in the infirmary."
"The doctor's right," John agreed. "I've seen enough to know not to look for fights."
"Sorry, Chief, but this waiting's killing me," Jenkins apologized. "I've never been on a mission like this before. Not one with a Spectre on board!"
"Just treat it like any other mission," John wisely said. "Jenkins, you're from Harvest. What's it like?"
"It's very peaceful, Chief," Jenkins said fondly. "They've been real careful with development, so you don't have any city noise or pollution. My parents lived on the outskirts of the colony. At night, I used to climb this big hill and stare across the fields back at the lights from the main settlement. It was gorgeous. But when I got older, I realized it was a little too calm and quiet for me. That's why I joined the Alliance. Even paradise gets boring after a while."
John hummed in acknowledgement. It seemed like a decent place for retirement. "Got any thoughts on why it's our destination?"
"Not really sure, Chief," Jenkins admitted. "Harvest is one of our most stable colonies, not many Innies to speak of. Good place to take the Normandy for her shakedown run, I guess. No real danger there. But there's gotta be something else going on. We've got a Spectre on board! That's why I'm so wound up, I can't wait for the real mission to start!"
"Again, treat it like any other mission," John reminded.
"Easy for you to say," Jenkins retorted. "You proved yourself in the Blitz. Everybody knows what you can do. This is my big chance, I need to show the brass what I can do!"
"This isn't about glory, Corporal," John harshly responded. "Don't mess up our job by doing something idiotic. And I don't take glory in what happened at Eridanus. Too many good people were lost there, and not enough slavers paid for it."
"You really should be more sensitive, Corporal," Chakwas chided. "And listen to the N7 in the room."
"Don't worry," Jenkins confidently said. "I'm not going to screw this up."
John hummed skeptically. "I should go, the captain's waiting."
"Goodbye, Chief," Chakwas said.
Walking around the two, John went through the hatch to the comms room. The first thing he saw was Nihlus looking at a holo of a verdant, sparsely developed landscape.
The turian turned to the Spartan. "Master Chief. I was hoping you'd get here first. It will give us a chance to talk."
"The captain said he'd meet me here," John responded.
"He's on his way," Nihlus replied dismissively. Pacing, he said, "I'm interested in this world we're going to, Harvest. I've heard it's quite beautiful."
"Never been," John answered.
"But you know of it," Nihlus countered. "It's become something of a symbol for your people, hasn't it? Proof that humanity can not only establish colonies across the galaxy, but also protect them. But how safe is it, really?"
John immediately tensed, his hand nearing the Sidekick on his thigh plate. "Is that a threat?"
"Your people are still newcomers, Shepard," Nihlus said. "The galaxy can be a very dangerous place. Is the Alliance truly ready for this?"
Before John could respond, the hissing of the hatch signified the arrival of Captain Anderson. As he walked down, the captain faced Nihlus. "I think it's about time we told the Master Chief what's really going on."
"This mission is far more than a simple shakedown run," Nihlus said.
"That's obvious," John dryly said.
"We're making a covert pickup on Harvest," Anderson informed. "That's why we needed the stealth systems operational."
"Why didn't you tell me about this, sir?" John asked.
"This comes down from the top. Chief," Anderson responded. "Information strictly on a need-to-know basis. A research team on Harvest unearthed some kind of beacon during an excavation. It was prothean."
"Didn't the protheans vanish fifty-thousand years ago?" John asked in confusion.
"Their legacy still remains," Nihlus said. "The mass relays, the Citadel, our ship drives - it's all based on prothean technology."
"This is big, Shepard," Anderson added. "The last time humanity made a discovery like this, it jumped our technology forward two hundred years. But Harvest doesn't have the facilities to handle something like this. We need to bring the beacon back to the Citadel for proper study."
"Obviously, this goes beyond mere human interests, Master Chief," Nihlus dryly continued. "This discovery could affect every species in Council space."
"Why hand it over to the Citadel?" John skeptically asked.
"You humans don't have the best reputation," Nihlus explained. "Some species see you as selfish. Too unpredictable. Too independent. Even dangerous."
"Sharing that beacon will improve relations with the Council. Plus, we need their scientific expertise. They know more about the protheans than we do," Anderson added.
John scoffed. "Politics. Typical."
"The beacon's not the only reason I'm here, Shepard," Nihlus said.
"Nihlus wants to see you in action, Chief," Anderson continued. "He's here to evaluate you."
John was confused. "What's going on, Captain?"
"The Alliance has been pushing for this for a long time," Anderson began. "Humanity wants a larger role in shaping interstellar policy. We want more say with the Citadel Council. The Spectres represent the Council's power and authority. If they accept a human into their ranks, it shows how far the Alliance has come."
"You held off an enemy assault during the Blitz single-handed," Nihlus noted. "You showed not only courage but also incredible skill."
"With all due respect, it wasn't single-handed," John corrected. "I had good soldiers under my command… and we didn't save everyone."
"Regardless, you have exactly what the Spectres are looking for. Bravery, skill, leadership… luck," Nihlus said. "That's why I put your name forward as a candidate."
"Seems odd that a turian would want a human in the Spectres," John observed.
"Not all turians resent humanity," Nihlus responded. "Some of us see the potential of your species. We see what you have to offer to the rest of the galaxy… and to the Spectres. We are an elite group. It's rare to find an individual with the skills we seek. I don't care that you're human, Shepard. I only care that you can do the job."
"Not often I support politicians," John noted. "But I think this is a good play."
"Earth needs this, Shepard," Anderson confirmed. "We're counting on you."
"I need to see your skills for myself, Master Chief," Nihlus reminded. "Harvest will be the first of several missions together."
"You'll be in charge of the ground team," Anderson informed. "Secure the beacon and get it onto the ship ASAP. Nihlus will accompany you to observe the mission."
"Whenever you're ready, Captain," John affirmed.
Anderson nodded. "We should be getting close to Harv-"
"Captain! We've got a problem!" Joker's panicked voice said over the intercom.
"What's wrong, Joker?" Anderson questioned, going full business mode.
"Transmission from Harvest, sir. You better see this!"
Anderson's eyes narrowed. "Bring it up on screen."
Almost instantly, a video appeared on the holo. A female Alliance Marine in white and pink armor fired her Lancer assault rifle at some unseen enemy, with… glowing blue globs whizzing past her. She ran towards the camera, yelling, "GET DOWN!" at the person behind it as she shoved them to the ground, before resuming her fire. The background noise suggested that whatever was going on wasn't good. More Marines were seen, also shooting at the unknowns.
A Marine in yellow armor bent down to the camera. "We are under attack! Taking heavy casualties, I repeat, heavy casualties! We can't-" A glowing white ball landed behind him, before exploding in a blinding white flash and causing him to stumble. "Argh! Need evac! They came out of nowhere! We need-" The Marine was interrupted by an unearthly groan. The camera turned to the source of the noise as the other marines stopped firing in shock, showing an absolutely massive ship with a hooked bow as it came down from the sky, an eerie blue light emitting from a circular section on the bottom. The message then turned to static.
"Everything cuts out after that, no comm traffic at all," Joker gravely said. "Just goes dead. There's nothing."
"Reverse and hold at thirty-eight-point-five," Anderson ordered. The holo flashed to the hooked ship. Everyone in the room analyzed it. It didn't match with any known ship classes. "Status report."
"Seventeen minutes out, Captain," Joker reported. "No other Alliance ships in the area."
Anderson took a moment to think. "Take us in, pilots. Fast and quiet. This mission just got a lot more complicated."
Nihlus quickly got to business. "A small strike team can move quickly without drawing attention. It's our best chance to secure the beacon."
"Grab your gear and meet us in the cargo hold," Anderson ordered. As Nihlus went off to get his weapons, the captain turned to John. "Tell Alenko and Jenkins to suit up, Chief. You're going in."
The Master Chief donned his helmet, a small beep accompanying the pressure seal activating. "Don't have to tell me twice." Before he left, however, he spared one last glance at the unknown ship.
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Codex: Misriah Armory
When humanity joined the Citadel community, they brought their weapons manufacturers along with them. Chief among those is Misriah Armory. Founded in 2274, the company is by far the largest supplier for the Systems Alliance, and has a rapidly-growing reputation in inter-species markets. Currently, 52% of weapons sold to humans are made by Misriah Armory, with the next closest runner-up being Hahne-Kedar at 22% and Aldrin Labs at 14%. A common saying among weapons dealers is "If a human wants a weapon, they want a Misriah."
While most people know Misriah for their popular and reliable MA line of mass accelerator rifles, the company has a wide range of products, including the M6 Magnum line of sidearms, the SRS99 series of anti-material rifles, and, most notably, a licensed version of AMG Transport Dynamics' M12 Light Reconnaissance Vehicle, also known as the Warthog. They also produce the GUNGNIR, SECURITY, and MP variants of N7 and Mjolnir helmets and various helmet attachments, as well as numerous models of Marine and ODST hardsuits. Company officials announced in 2580 that they were designing prototypes for a helmet codenamed ATHLON, designed primarily around safety during War Games training matches, which will be released in mid-2584 as part of the Alliance's GEN2 line of N7 hardsuits and Mjolnir armor.
While Misriah primarily caters to the Systems Alliance, they have a growing presence in inter-species markets. One of their more notable contributions is a deal they brokered with fellow human manufacturer Sevine Arms, where Sevine would produce a licensed variant of Misriah's M392 Designated Marksman Rifle called the Bandit for export. While the Bandit is indeed popular among non-humans, most commonly quarian Marines, Citadel Security, and Council Spectres, the main buyers are mercenary groups in the Terminus, rendering the Bandit a controversial weapon in the public eye. Sevine defends the sales, saying that if they had any reason to think they were illegal, then the Bandit would not be in mercenary hands.
Within the last decade, Misriah has been experimenting with disposable heat sinks in their weapons, instead of the more traditional integrated ones. These new heat sinks, dubbed "thermal clips", can be quickly swapped for a new one, rather than waiting for the gun to cool down. A major caveat they have observed is that with these thermal clips, it is once again possible to run out of ammunition. The company justifies this with the claim that warfare is shifting to who can output the most fire the quickest, and that they are just being proactive. Misriah says that thermal clips will be standard in every new weapon they make by mid-2585, and that they will make the patent for thermal clips open-source in order to allow other manufacturers to iterate upon the design. However, critics claim that this is only to avoid antitrust laws. Given the massive pull the company has in human markets, and its increasing presence in non-human markets, these thermal clips are likely to completely replace integrated heat sinks.
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Next chapter: Contact
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AN: And so it begins.
As you may have noticed, I replaced Eden Prime with Harvest. Those of you who are attentive may know what's going on in the distress call. I won't confirm for certain, though, until the next chapter.
Anyway, I don't have much news, so let's get on with review responses.
F35B: "Father, fetch the cross and nails"
other than that good fic
Thanks! Every bit of encouragement helps keep me motivated. Also lol
Darth Tzar: One question are they using slip space or mass effect drives
They're using mass effect drives, though I'm not yet discounting the possibility of introducing slipspace at some point.
Guest: Did Humanity develop Slipspace Drives, and are they using UNSC ship classes but with Eezo cores to provide Kinetic Barriers? Cause if this humanity is only using Systems Alliance Tech and ship tonnage, then the Covenant will steamroll them in a year, two at most!?
First bit of business, ship classes. I like to imagine that in my little universe, the Alliance used downscaled versions of UNSC ships with eezo tech up until after the First Contact War, which is when they started taking aesthetics into account. Second bit of business, no spoilers!
RandomReader: The Covenant only would steamroll them if they were as small as the Alliance around 2180, but they should have way more worlds and resources in the 26th century. It's also somewhat unlikely that the Council will just allow the Covies to wage a genocidal war against one of their allies. If they intervene, it tilts the numbers a lot more in favor of the UNSC/Alliance/Whateverthefactionsnameis
Nice to read you enjoyed the story of ME. As far as RPGs go, ME has one of the best storylines.
This actually responds to the last review pretty good. Still not gonna spoil anything, though. ; )
Also, yes, Mass Effect is really good.
Just a Crazy-Man: Neat
I hope it's neat.
Hamilton406: Now is this Halo humanity? Or mass effect system alliance humanity with some halo in it? Like slip space drives, weapons, vehicles. Eezo reliant only tech like every citadel race? Is humanity the size in mass effect or Halo? There's a big difference in the two
I'd say it's closer to the second option. As for humanity's size… I'm actually yet to figure that out. Good point.
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