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Mass Effect: The Requiem Saga: Genesis	By : Weskron Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mass Effect: The Requiem Saga: Genesis.

Volume 2.

Chapter 12.
I walked into the docking port of The Citadel, holding a duffle bag. I was dressed in the blues that Anderson had given me a couple of days ago and was a little bit awed. The last time I was in a docking port of any sort, the only time, I was fighting for my life against Batarian pirates. Now? Now it was beautiful Large starships as far as the eye can see.
Something has been happening recently. I’ve started to forget what happened in the trilogy of games. I can’t actually remember any of their endings, the twists, hell, even the villains. Maybe it’s because I’ve been a bit traumatized as of late, but maybe it has to do with that this is not even my own reality. I could remember the faces, the crewmembers, some of the ways I might have to act, but other than that? It was all dark. I guess I really am becoming Commander Shepard.
So… a new journey. A new mission. One I don’t know to actually go about in. I hope maybe muscle memory reminds me or something but… this is kind of exciting in a way.
Let’s see how this goes.
Yesterday, I received very big news. Anderson gave it to me personally, telling me that I was assigned to The Normandy as his first officer.
And then… there she was. The Normandy. The SSV Normandy. The most beautiful starship I’ve ever seen or had the privilege to lay eyes on.
“Wow…”
~X~
I found myself looking out the port windows on the CIC a while after we had taken off. I’m in fucking space! This is like one of those things that you’ve always kind of wanted to do, but have never been able to. Anderson had given me a new set of armor similar to the one I had gotten previously, but I asked for a blue stripe instead of red on my right arm. He obliged. So far, I’m digging it.
But eventually, I tore myself away. Anderson wanted me to adjust to the whole ship, not space. Or the windows to space.
I looked around. A lot of people. Too many to go around speaking to right now, especially while they’re busy. So I decided to go to one section I might have some luck with. The cockpit. Maybe I’d find Anderson there.
The pilot’s voice came over the intercoms. Oh boy. I recognized that voice very well.
Joker: The Arcturus Prime relay is in range. Initiating transmission sequence.
I walked past the Galaxy Map, bumping into a corporal who must have known about me, addressing me as ‘Commander’.
Joker: We are connected. Calculating transit mass and destination.
I walked up the small ramp and began my way down the hallway to the cockpit.
Joker: The relay is hot. Acquiring approach vector.
Six people on either side of me in the hallway to the cockpit, all working hard, barely registering the world around me.
Joker: All stations secure for transit.
Walking past a guard in an earpiece, I saw a scene that was familiar, yet I’d never been there before personally. Jeff ‘Joker’ Moreau and Kaidan Alenko were sitting together, being observed by someone else, a Turian that I remember being told was named Nihlus Kryik. Standing next to him, I looked outside the cockpit window, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride and determination, knowing I was embarking on a new mission. I’d never felt like this before.
Joker: The board is green. Approach run has begun.
We closed in quickly on The Mass Effect Relay, which is hard to describe in a first person view other than a beautiful piece of technology, and flew next to it.
Joker: Hitting the relay in 3… 2… 1…
So close now that the light was making it a little bit hard to keep my eyes all the way open, we caught a thread of Mass Effect energy and our ship was engulfed in it. I heard the energy flow through The Normandy before we shot off into space, leaving behind a trail of light.
Joker: Thrusters, check. Navigation... check. Internal emissions sink engaged. All systems online. Drift… just under 1500 K.
Nihlus: 1500 is good. Your captain will be pleased.
Nihlus walked away to wherever he had to go and I stood there in awkward silence. Joker turned back to his station.
Joker: I hate that guy.
The Staff Lieutenant, Kaidan Alenko, raised his eyebrows at Joker.
Kaidan: Tch. Nihlus just gave you a compliment… so you hate him?
Joker turned to Kaidan.
Joker: 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 the target the size of a pinhead. So that’s incredible!
Joker, once again, went back to his station.
Joker: Besides, Spectres are trouble, I don’t like having him on board. Call me paranoid.
Kaidan: You’re paranoid. The Council helped fund this project. They have a right to send someone to keep an eye on their investment.
Joker: Yeah, that is the official story. But only an idiot believes the official story.
I stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to say. I don’t think they even noticed me. So I blurted out something as Joker finished. I didn’t want to get on anybody’s bad side, but I did have my own opinion about this.
“I uh… um… it’s kinda weird that a Spectre is here just to inspect the ship, right? Shouldn’t they be… I don’t know, shooting bad guys?”
Joker and Kaidan finally noticed me, both turning their heads around to give me a good look. Joker immediately didn’t seem that impressed, but Kaidan just seemed neutral at this point. I think he might have heard I was taking over as Second-In-Command of The Normandy.
Joker: Right… who’re you?
“Oh uh… Shepard. Commander Sam Shepard. I’m the new Second-In-Command.”
Kaidan: You were on the news, weren’t you? Yeah… yeah I remember you. They gave you The Star of Terra.
Joker: Shit, really? What’d you do, stab a Batarian leader to death?
“Sorta. I knocked him into a fire.”
Joker: Oh. Oh wow.
“Heh, just kidding. I mean, well, I did sort of do that, but yeah.”
Kaidan: He rallied a resistance force and held off Batarian Pirates until reinforcements arrived. Basically saved the colony.
Joker: Damn, not bad.
“It was nothing. But uh… who are you guys?”
I knew them from the games… but I had to act like I didn’t. Yet I didn’t even know what happened in the games anymore. And I’m slowly losing knowledge of the games. I think I’ll just know it’s a different universe at one point. This is a little scary, I’ll admit.
Joker: Call me Joker. I’m the pilot.
Kaidan: Staff Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko, Sir.
“Cool.”
Joker: But anyway, I knew there was more going on here than the captain’s letting on.
Suddenly, nearly cutting Joker off, Captain Anderson came in over the comms on Joker’s station. I inhaled sharply, surprised to hear a voice coming out of nowhere. Kaidan smirked at my reaction.
Anderson: Good. Find a comm buoy and link us to the network. I want mission reports relayed back to Alliance brass before we reach Eden Prime.
That’s another thing I’ve been familiarizing myself with during shore leave. Modern lingo and military phrases/slang. I think I’ve been able to pick up most of them, but it’s still a little confusing.
Joker: Aye, aye, Captain. Better brace yourself, Sir. I think Nihlus is headed your way.
Nihlus: He’s already here, lieutenant.
Kaidan and I burst into a sudden fit of laughs, Joker giving us a dirty look. It was too good to not laugh at, man.
Anderson: And tell Commander Shepard to meet me in the comm room for a debriefing.
Joker: You get that, Commander?
“Shit, he sounds pissed. Did I do something wrong already?”
Joker chuckled.
Joker: Don’t worry. The Captain always sounds like that when he’s talking to me.
Kaidan: I can’t possibly imagine why.
Kaidan and I shared a knowing look while I walked out of the cockpit and back into the main part of the CIC. I overheard a man say something to someone else on a call while walking onto the CIC. I recognized their voices immediately, very distinct.
Pressly: I’m telling you, I just saw him! He marched by like he was on a mission.
Adams: He’s a spectre. They’re always on a mission.
Pressly: And we’re getting dragged right along with him!
I walked up to Navigator Pressly and tapped him on the shoulder, getting his attention.
Pressly: Oh, Commander. Congratulations on the award and the new place on this ship. Looks like we had a smooth run. You heading down to see the captain?
“Thanks. Pressly, was it?”
Pressly: Yes, Navigator Charles Pressly. And you’re Commander Sam Shepard.
“Mmhm. I walked by and I heard you were complaining about something, what’s up?”
Pressly: Huh? Oh right… well, sorry Commander. Just having a chat with Adams down in engineering. Didn’t mean to cause any trouble.
Pressly’s atmosphere changed from apologetic to a more justifying one.
Pressly: But… you have to admit. Something’s odd about this mission. The whole crew feels it.
“You think something else is going on? Like… Anderson holding out on us or something?”
Pressly: I don’t know about Anderson… but maybe Alliance brass. If all we’re supposed to do is test out the stealth system and all that, why is Captain Anderson in charge? And then there’s Nihlus! Spectres are elite operatives. Top covert agents. Why send a Spectre-a turian Spectre-on a shakedown run? I just don’t think it adds up. But I don’t really know. Something just seems fishy, Commander.
“Do you not like the Captain?
Pressly: I do, Sir. I do. But I can’t figure out what he’s doing here. Captain Anderson is one of the most decorated Special Forces officers in the service. If he melted down all his medals, he could make a life-size statue of himself. You don’t send a soldier like that on a do-nothing mission. He’s treating this shakedown run too seriously. Something big is going on.
“So… what, if not the captain, you don’t trust Nihlus?”
Pressly: I don’t like turians in general.
I nearly froze up at that. Is it okay to just be… racist to other species nowadays? Or at least more acceptable?
Pressly: Runs in my family. My grandfather fought in the First Contact War; lost a lot of friends when the turians hit us.
“I guess you have the right to think whatever. But it did happen a long time ago.”
Pressly: I guess so. But it still makes me nervous to have a Spectre on board, especially a turian one. We’re an Alliance vessel, human military. But Nihlus doesn’t answer to the captain like the rest of us. Spectres operate outside the normal chain of command. And they don’t’ come along just to observe shakedown runs. Nihlus looks like he’s expecting some heavy action. I don’t like it, Commander.
“What about the stealth systems? We’re testing them out, right? What are they like?”
I felt like an inquisitive asshole, but it always helps to know everything about a mission, something Anderson told me when I asked him for advice a few days ago. So hopefully people will get used to it.
Pressly: I just know it masks our locations from scans and sensors. Cutting edge technology. The Normandy’s the only ship with this prototype drive. But why are we fully staffed? A skeleton crew would be cheaper. Less chance of security leaks, too. Plus, there’s Nihlus. It’s pretty obvious this shakedown run is just a cover.
“For?”
Pressly: Damned if I know, Commander. We’re out here on false pretenses. I’m not a fan of being left in the dark.
“I uh… I’m going to go see the Captain now, so, I’ll ask him about it. If I find out anything, I’ll try and tell you about it, okay?”
Pressly: That’d be nice. Thanks and good luck, Commander.
Walking away from Navigator Pressly, I overheard another person speaking about something interesting on my way to the comm room. A younger voice this time, one I actually didn’t recognize. So I turned and looked, still not actually recognizing the guy. But he was young for sure. Younger than me, possibly.
Young Man: I grew up on Eden Prime, Doc. It’s not the kind of place Spectres visit. There’s something Nihlus isn’t telling us about this mission.
But beside him, there was someone I did recognize. Dr. Karin Chakwas.
Doctor Chakwas: That’s crazy. The captain’s in charge here. He wouldn’t take orders from a Spectre.
Young Man: Not his choice, Doc. Spectres don’t answer to anyone. They can do whatever they want. Kill anyone who gets in their way.
Doctor Chakwas: Ha! You watch too many spy vids, Jenkins!
The Young Man who saw me watching waved me over. I walked to him and, reading his nametag, I saw he was Corporal Jenkins.
Corporal Jenkins: You’re our new second-in-command, right? Commander Shepard? What do you think? We won’t be staying on Eden Prime too long, will we? I’m itching for some real action!
Action? You want to kill and shoot people to death? He wants to grab someone and beat them to death because, if he doesn’t, he could kill you and your friends? Is that really what he wanted?
I wanted to grab this little shit and beat his ass.
Doctor Chakwas: I sincerely hope you’re kidding, Corporal. Your ‘real action’ usually ends with me patching up crew members in the infirmary.
I saw Dr. Chakwas making banter with Corporal Jenkins and I calmed down. Right. He’s new. He doesn’t understand yet.
“Heh… right…”
I cleared my throat.
“Just cool it with the action shit, all right?”
Corporal Jenkins: Oh… yeah, sorry Commander. But this waiting’s killing me. I’ve never been on a mission like this before. Not one with a Spectre on board!
“Uhuh.”
I had to clear my throat again, then decided I might as well make some small talk.
“So… you said you’re from Eden Prime?”
Corporal Jenkins: It’s very peaceful, Commander. They’ve been real careful with development, so you don’t have any city noise or pollution. My parents live 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 ya know, 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.
“Well then do you have any idea why we’re going there?”
Corporal Jenkins: Not really sure, Commander. Eden Prime’s one of our most stable colonies. Good place to take The Normandy for her shakedown run, I guess. No real danger there. But there’s got to 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!
“Just… you know, be cool as I said before, uh… you’ll be okay. Cool?”
Corporal Jenkins: Easy for you to say. You proved yourself in the Blitz. Everybody knows what you can do.
Everyone knows what I can do… huh? I can let my friends die in front of me… I can watch as innocent people are shot to death and get a little lucky with a few fights? Yeah. Yeah I guess they do know.
Corporal Jenkins: This is my big chance! I need to show the brass what I can do!
I admit, I lashed out a bit.
“The mission is not about you getting the spotlight, Jenkins. Don’t do something stupid and get your ass shot, then get all of us shot!”
Corporal Jenkins: Don’t worry, Sir. I’m not going to screw this up.
Stupid kid. I decided to turn to Dr. Chakwas for a moment.
“What about the Spectres? I want to get a bit more info on Nihlus, anything can help.”
Doctor Chakwas: Only what I’ve heard. Spectre agents work directly for the Citadel Council. They usually work alone or in small groups. Spectres don’t have any official power, though. Basically, they’re a shadow organization with a mandate to preserve and protect galactic stability.
Corporal Jenkins: protect it at any cost. Don’t forget that part. Spectres operate above the law!
“So they don’t have… a limit to their power? Jesus, what if you can’t control one?”
Doctor Chakwas: I suppose the Council would revoke the status of an agent who got out of hand. At that point, Citadel Security Services would take over.
Corporal Jenkins: Those C-Sec grunts wouldn’t stand a chance. A Spectre’s worth twenty ordinary soldiers. The Spectres police themselves. An agent goes rogue, they send another agent to take ‘em down. That’s Spectre justice!
“Spectre justice? That’s…”
Doctor Chakwas: The Corporal is confusing romantic legends with reality, Commander.
“Any human ones?”
I think I already knew the answer.
Doctor Chakwas: Spectres usually come from Council races. Like the turians. We’ve been trying to get a human accepted into their ranks for years now. So far, it hasn’t happened.
Corporal Jenkins: You’d make a good Spectre, Commander! You’re a war hero, right?
“No.”
Corporal Jenkins : Well, you still Hheld off an entire enemy fleet during the Blitz single-handed. That’s the talent the Spectres are looking for.
Doctor Chakwas: This is all just wild speculations. The Spectres aren’t interested in recruiting humans. No matter how capable.
“What about Nihlus? People are nervous about him specifically.”
Doctor Chakwas: Because he’s a turian? That’s always been odd to me. Turians are generally well respected by other species. Their fleet has more patrols protecting Citadel space than any other. They don’t always get on well with us, though. Some people find them too rigid. Others still blame them for the First Contact War. As for Nihlus, I haven’t said more than two words to him. He usually only speaks to the captain.
Corporal Jenkins: I hope we get a chance to see him in action. I heard Nihlus took down an entire enemy platoon all by himself!
I just remembered that the captain was waiting for me as Jenkins finished.
“Damn, I have to go. Keeping the captain waiting.”
Doctor Chakwas: Goodbye, Commander.
I walked past them and into a room guarded by two soldiers. I went into a circular room with Nihlus watching a screen of Eden Prime. As he heard me come in, he turned to me.
Nihlus: Commander Shepard. I was hoping you’d get here first. It will give us a chance to talk.
“Oh, I was expecting the captain.”
Nihlus: He’s on his way. But in the meantime, I’m interested in this world we’re going to – Eden Prime. I’ve heard it’s quite beautiful.
“I actually don’t know. I’ve heard it’s pretty beautiful, but I’ve never been there myself.”
Nihlus: But you know of it, right? It’s become something od 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?
“What’s going on here? Why are you asking about it?”
Nihlus: Your people are still newcomers, Shepard. The galaxy can be a very dangerous place. Is the Alliance truly ready for this?
And right then, the captain had walked in on us.
Anderson: I think it’s time we told the commander what’s really going on.
Nihlus: This mission is far more than a simple shakedown run.
“Oh… well… are you going to tell me what it is?”
Anderson: We’re making a covert pick-up on Eden Prime. That’s why we needed the stealth systems operational.
“Well… makes enough sense. But why haven’t you told any of the crew? They’re all worried and talking about it.”
Anderson: This comes down from the top, Commander. Information strictly on a need-to-know basis.
Anderson walked over next to Nihlus.
Anderson: A research team on Eden Prime unearthed some kind of beacon during an excavation. It was Prothean.
“Didn’t they… go away a long time ago? Or died? Or whatever?”
Nihlus: Their legacy still remains. The mass relays, The Citadel, our ship drives – it’s all based on Prothean technology.
Anderson: This is big, Shepard. The last time humanity made a discovery like this, it jumped our technology forward two hundred years. But Eden prime doesn’t have the facilities to handle something like this. We need to bring the beacon back to The Citadel for proper study.
Nihlus: Obviously, this goes beyond mere human interests, Commander. This discovery could affect every species in Council space.
This was a lot to take in at once.
“Well, not saying we would or anything, but uh, why didn’t we cash that in? Keep it, I mean?”
Nihlus: You humans don’t have the best reputation. Some species see you as selfish. Too unpredictable. Too independent. Even dangerous.
Anderson: Sharing that beacon will improve relations with the Council. Plus, we need their scientific expertise. They know more about the Protheans than we do.
Nihlus took a few steps forward, looking at me.
Nihlus: The beacon’s not the only reason I’m here, Shepard.
“Sorry, Nihlus, I’m not into other guys. Cool if you are, but not me. And it’s nothing to do with your race or anything, don’t take it that way.”
Nihlus: Wh… what?
“Sorry. Humor is something I do when I’m nervous.”
Nihlus: You call that humor?
“Uh…”
Nihlus: Nevermind.
Anderson: Nihlus wants to see you in action. Commander. He’s here to evaluate you.
“I know, didn’t you see that look? My waist is a 34, bud. Keep your eyes up.”
Anderson: Shepard…
“Sorry. I’ll stop. It was pretty good though. But really, what’s going on?”
Anderson: The Alliance has been pushing for this for a long time. 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.
Nihlus: You held off an enemy assault during The Blitz single-handed. You showed not only courage but also incredible skill.
“Not by myself. I had help.”
Nihlus: The point stands. And that is why I put your name forward as a candidate for the Spectres.
“Whoa, wait, why would a Turian want… well… a human in the Spectres? Let alone me?”
Nihlus: Not all turians resent humanity. Some of 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 than you can do the job.
“Is… is that okay? For the Alliance and… well, me?”
Anderson: Earth needs this, Shepard. We’re counting on you.
Nihlus: I need to see your skills for myself, Commander. Eden Prime will be the first of several missions together.
Oh wow. This guy was… elite and you could tell it just by the air he gives off. And I get to work with him. In a lot of ways, it was flattering and validating.
“Thank you, Nihlus.”
Anderson: You’ll be in charge of the ground team. Secure the beacon and get it onto the ship ASAP. Nihlus will accompany you to observe the mission.
“So… this beacon’s pretty important, then?”
Nihlus: All advanced galactic civilization is based on Prothean technology. Even yours.
“So yes?”
Anderson: If we hadn’t discovered those Prothean ruins buried on Mars, we’d still be stuck on Earth. That was just a small data cache. Who knows what we can learn from this beacon? What if it’s a weapons archive? We can’t let it fall into the wrong hands.
“So yes. Wait a second, wrong hands? Who is apart of ‘The Wrong Hands’?”
Anderson: The Attican Traverse isn’t the most stable sector of Citadel space. There are plenty of raiders and criminal groups active in the region. We’re right on the border of The Terminus Systems.
“But… if they attacked, wouldn’t it be war?”
Nihlus: Technically, yes. But some of the species in the Terminus might be willing to start a war over this.
Anderson: The last thing the Council wants is to get dragged into a major conflict with the Terminus Systems. We have to keep this low key.
“Right. Gotcha. Low key. I can do low key. And this was developed by the Protheans. I don’t know much about them.”
Anderson: Just what they taught us in school, probably no more than you. They were a technologically-advanced species that ruled the galaxy 50,000 years ago. Then they vanished. Nobody really knows how or why, but I’ve heard plenty of theories. But everyone agrees the galactic civilization wouldn’t exist without them.
Nihlus: Their Citadel is the very heart of Galactic Society. And without their mass relays, interstellar travel would be impossible. We all owe the Protheans a great debt.
“All right, I’m done with all the questions for now, guys. I think I’ll be ready to go whenever you are.”
Anderson: We should be getting close to Eden–
Joker’s voice came over the intercom, surprising me again. Even Nihlus cracked a smile, but Anderson was preoccupied.
Joker: Captain, we’ve got a problem.
Anderson: What’s wrong Joker?
Joker: Transmission from Eden Prime, sir. You better see this!
Anderson: Bring it up on screen.
And immediately, a video began to play on the screen in front of us. It opened up and there were several soldiers firing at an unknown enemy, gunfire and explosions making it hard to hear what they were saying. A female soldier ran up to the man with the camera and shoved him to the ground, yelling…
Female Soldier: Get down!
The camera looked up at her as she shot against an unknown enemy. An explosion caused the man with the camera to be blown back as well as the female soldier, showing a blurred figures firing at them. The man continued filming, someone came up to the camera to explain, but immediately was grabbed and slammed into the ground by a larger blurred figure. The man fell to the ground and another soldier came into explain.
Officer: We are under attack! Taking heavy casualties. I repeat: heavy casualties! We can’t… arrgh!... –eed evac! They came out of nowhere. We need–
The soldier was shot in the back of the head, falling onto the cameraman. The cameraman jumped to his feet and panned around to the soldiers who were nearly frozen in place. It looked up to the sky and we all saw something terrible. I didn’t know what it was… but I recognized it. And I was scared of it.
A massive ship began to descend out of the sky, coming out of the clouds, lighting striking it with every sharp movement, and extending itself as if it were a clawed hand reaching to tear apart the Earth. It felt god-like in its appearance, probably a kilometer or two long. It made a horrid sound, one that took my breath away. It sounded like a scream. No, not a scream, a roar. It descended onto the earth, and with a barrage of artillery, the transmission was cut off.
A silence enveloped the room as we looked at each other.
Joker: Everything cuts out after that. No comm traffic at all. Just goes dead. There’s nothing.
Anderson: Reverse and hold at 38.5.
The ship came onto the screen.
We stared.
What in the hell was this?
Anderson: Status report!
Joker: Seventeen minutes out, Captain. No other Alliance ships in the area.
Anderson: Take us in, Joker. Fast and quiet.
Anderson sighed deeply, thinking.
Anderson: This mission just got a lot more complicated…
Nihlus: A small strike team can move quickly without drawing attention. It’s our best chance to secure the beacon.
Anderson turned to Nihlus.
Anderson: Grab your gear and meet us in the cargo hold.
Nihlus walked out of the room, then Anderson looked to me.
Anderson: Tell Alenko and Jenkins to suit up, Commander. You’re going in.
I took a step forward and stared at it. I recognized it. I swear. But I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t... but maybe… maybe earlier I did. I don’t know.
I only knew two things about it at this point that popped up in my head.
I’m scared of it.
And I want to destroy it.

To Be Continued…
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Hey Everyone,
Woofh. Okay. Just spent about five to six hours working on this bad boy. Longest chapter I've written for this series by far and the longest I've written for this website as well. Over double the length of biggest chapter for the series so far in page count and probably double to triple the amount in word count.
So, basically, how I've been writing it is that I've been playing through the game and pausing at every dialogue option to write it down in the story. I kind of thought it would be much easier than it actually is, but I just went through the beginning section of this and it took me about four hours to get through it and write everything down. And that was with constant, constant diligence and not even looking up from my computer or TV screen while I was doing it. It was actually quite a lot of fun and I'm relieved now, but I'm tired now as it took a lot out of me.
I'm having a bunch of fun with it, but I realized something. I can't do this every day like I've been doing with the chapters previously. It's just not possible to consistently do this. So expect these chapters to come out every few days, maybe longer on a busy week. I have lots of other things to do, including work. Don't worry, the chapters will still come out consistently and thoroughly thought-through, but it's just going to take a little while longer. I haven't lost inspiration or hope yet.
I also thought this would be a fun way to play through the series again, however, it's a bit grating to stop at every single dialogue choice in the entire game, which is quite a lot of it. And I'm thinking about doing this for the rest of this game and the next two to continue the series and that's nearly three hundred hours (adding up my total playtimes previously) plus stopping at every second might double it to six hundred. Divide 300 by 24, you get 12.5, divide 600 by 24 and you get 25. That's twenty five days worth of work that I will not be able to do all in one go, believe it or not.
So, what I've decided to do is play through all of the games and then do this again, because I want to have fun with The Mass Effect Trilogy before I have to use it to work on this. So it might be a few days until the next chapter due to playing games, work, and trying to write as much as I can.
Besides the scheduling part of it, I'm going to be writing another series that I've had in the works for a while. It's about another particular Bioware franchise that you people may or may not be fans of. Dragon Age! It takes place after the first game and has to do with a new menace to Ferelden and Thedas in general. The series is called...
Dragon Age: Nightmare
Now, what I'll be doing with this, is writing a few chapters and posting them. If people like it, I'll continue with it along with Mass Effect: The Requiem Saga: Genesis. If people don't, I might not continue with it or might cut back on it.
Now, about the actual series, as you can see, this is how it's going to be from now on. Dialogue and Shepard responding to it. However, don't worry, this is not a re-telling of the game, I'm going to have Shepard go through side stories that have to do with all new villains, have new scenes with companions, he'll meet new people, have to fight new custom enemies, all the fighting scenes will be different, hell, depending on what happens, I may re-write a bit of dialogue according to the situation. I have a lot of cool stories that'll be riddled through all three parts and new antagonists to throw at Shepard and his companions. Bunches of fun things are going to go down. It's definitely not a re-telling, it's just what would happen if a fan got put into this situation.
And to address this, I'm having Shepard mostly forget the story of The Mass Effect Trilogy except for a few key things here and there. The reason being, if he already knows what to do, he could already tell The Council what to do, they could start working on The Crucible now, and bam, the whole thing's over before it begins. So, Sam Shepard is forgetting most of the story because of the warp between realities, now adding shock value to his character and to make the story interesting for people who have played the games and people who haven't. So, that's happening.
Also, if any of you have ideas for love interests, don't hesitate to tell me. I have my own ideas for what's going to happen, but suggestions are welcome!
So yeah, there's a lot coming. Hope you're liking it so far and the direction it's going.
Thanks,

Wesky.
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