Something a little different this morning. I had been reading some player created logs in one of my RP groups and I got some much needed inspiration to write. So I had a good think and thought about what I could do and the idea of doing some sort of "mass effect fan fiction" (even though I fucking hate using that term... a kind of stigma for me, calling it "fan fiction" even though that's pretty much what they are.)
So I need somewhere I can post them, didn't want to do it on an actual community of "fan fiction writers", too much anxiety I guess.
So this is my first shot at it...
The accounts of the N7.
This is a selection of different writings inspired by and set within the mass effect universe, more-over, in the multiplayer section. These writings are accounts, memoirs and strategical messages and thus take many different forms of structure. Please enjoy and feel free to relay feedback to me.
Thank you.
Please note, I do not own any of the intellectual property owned by Bioware or the Mass Effect writers, I'm merely someone inspired by them
2186 CE. Day 23. Tyr mining facility 43- Asgard system- Exodus Cluster.
N7 Elite -- Delta Squad - Turian Sentinel
The Reapers will just not stop. It feels like I've been holding this facility for months on end, not even a General stays in the fight this long. It's been nothing but shooting Husks and Brutes as they make their way to the entrance I've officially lost count at the amount of thermal clips I've ejected out of my Valiant.
Can't see why this facility is so important to the Reapers. So what the alliance use it to keep their hydrogen cell productivity from falling off the charts. It's not as if they need the cells!
I'm also finding it difficult to understand why high command agreed to not only put me in this squad of solders who, putting it nicely, have a 'varied' skill threshold, but also to have us defend a mining colony so close to the sol system. I get the feeling every time I look at our long range scanners I'm going to see a few 'big fellas' (as this Krogan calls them) looking for a piece of the action. Then boom, sky fucking high, all because a few humans couldn't hold their own planet from an onslaught.
There are six of us in total, three of which I haven't seen for a good few days since they went to repair the Macko. On front door duty there's me, Flaggorn the Krogan Vanguard and Viki; a human adept.
Flaggorn is the kinda guy you want covering your back in a fire fight. He's got this shotgun he calls 'Sar'i'too', some sort of ancient Krogan shaman from before the Genophage, biggest dam thing I've ever seen in my life. It fires small (and I use the term 'small' loosely) super conducted metallic rods which, when they hit something metal, create a small electrical explosion creating enough electricity to incapacitate a Husk for a good couple of hours. To top it off, these rods are actually magnetic, so if you miss by a couple of inches, fear not, they'll get pulled into their target.
Flaggorn's a good laugh too. He told me this story of back when he was serving under an Asari Spectre called "Willow", not her real name, but still pretty cool. Her biotic implant was so powerful she apparently managed to lift a thresher maw out of the ground, slam it into a cliff and brake its neck, all the while screaming "I hate worms!"
He seems alright with me considering our people's past. Turns out he blames the Salarians more than us, still wouldn't invite me over to... Well... What ever Krogan do with their friends apart from head butting them in the face. Though I feel like we've got on pretty well. As I said earlier he's pretty good in a fire fight.
Viki seems quiet most of the time. We've really only spoken once. Most of time she's talking to her children who live on the citadel via a long range comm unit we have in the facility. I've never seen her talking to her husband though. Every time her daughter asks where her 'daddy' is she reply's with "he's fighting to keep you safe" I feel like there's more to it than that.
She may not talk much socially but in combat she howls like a banshee. Throwing warp charges around like it's a game and laughing to herself when she managed to throw one Brute into another. (was pretty funny though) She reminds me a lot like a human I met in the wards, what can I say, I got a thing for aliens who's legs bend like that.
Today was pretty hectic. We were fighting constantly for about three hours. One of the Brutes managed to pick up this bolder and block off half the entrance with it, meaning that the Husks could move up further without us getting a good shot at them. I'm telling you, not even a missile could get through that rock. Viki shot bullets holes into it to make a smily face and called it "Fredrick the Happy Bolder" Eventually she managed to push it away allowing for my firing lines to open back up. Thank the spirits.
Speaking of which ... I think there's a bottle of Purple Shotgun around here somewhere... As long as Flaggorn didn't get it it first ...
--End log--
2186 CE. Day 24. Tyr mining facility 43- Asgard system- Exodus Cluster.
N7 Elite -- Delta Squad - Turian Sentinel
Only one of the repair team made it back. He died not long after we managed to pull his limbless torso from the front of the entrance into the infirmary . A poor earth refugee, his first N7 deployment. Was a great shame. Worse yet, we have no idea if they actually managed to get the Macko repaired or not. All he kept mentioning was that the unit got ambushed on their way there by some Brutes and he'd been crawling to us since then... That was 4 days ago. 4 days, in an atmosphere you can't even breath, no arms, no legs, slowly making your way back, trying to avoid enemy contact all the while.
I take back everything I said in the last log about some not being as good as others. His determination showed me the true meaning of skill. I engraved his name on my sniper rifle as a mark of respect; N7 Fritz Reinhard. Viki took it quite badly, she knew him before the team was even formed together. Apparently his wife had been killed during the evac of earth. He'd been through a lot, but at least he's at rest now.
One good thing came out of today though; Viki and I finally had an actual convocation. She had just finished talking to her daughter when she started to cry. I went over to see if she was okay. Turns out my suspicions about her husband were correct.
After the invasion of earth via Reaper forces some humans across the globe took it differently than others. Most vowed to take their home world back one day, or merely just to continue their lives, some even got inspiration from that Commander Shepard and decided to change their lives around. Her husband however? Well, he felt almost guilty about the whole thing. She said he worked on the Luna base, the comm station no doubt, but booked an 'extended weekend away' due to an affair he was having at the time with another woman.
He felt like if he had been faithful, he would have been at work and thus could have saved civilians via an earlier warning. So he took his own life. Not seeming to care what effect it would have on the family he would leave behind, selfish bastard.
Well... It's getting late, and I feel like I haven't slept in a couple of days, seems to be me always doing the night watch.
--End Log--
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