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Mass Effect: The Requiem Saga: Genesis.

Volume 2.

Chapter 15.
Somewhere in Space…
The mother ship that had been on Eden Prime is flying quickly to its next destination. Its very presence vibrates the space around it, obviously a powerful ship indeed.
And inside of it, Saren Arterius is sitting on his Captain’s chair, lounging as he thinks. An asari matriarch approached him from behind, clearing her throat.
The Matriarch: We identified the ship that touched down on Eden Prime. The Normandy. A human Alliance vessel. It was under the command of Captain Anderson. They managed the save the colony.
Saren: And the beacon?
The Matriarch: One of the humans may have used it.
Saren shot up from his lounging position, immediately scowling in anger. The whole room began to glow red, showcasing his anger in pure energy. He stood, growling and snarling in anger as he began to throw things across the room. The Matriarch merely stood where she was, trying not to react as Saren angrily began to tear the room apart.
Saren: Argh! Rarh! Argh!
It was only when Saren gripped the sides of her head did she flinch. He continued to snarl in her face for a few moments before calming down and letting her go.
Saren: This human must be eliminated. Bring his body to us and salvage what you can if there’s anything left.
Saren turned away from her and walked off.
~X~
Hmm…
Yes, yes you will do fine. More than fine.
I believe it is you we have been seeking for a long time, human.
Your name… yes, your name… Commander Sam Shepard.
Hmm…
Commander Shepard, you have been chosen as our Avatar of Redemption. Of Vengeance.
Yes, carry on our will and power. Take what’s left of our power and slay your enemies. Become a mass for the dead, a Requiem. End The Cycles. Make this… The Final Cycle.
Find us. Find the rest. We hold the key. We hold The Conduit. We are waiting. Ever vigilant.
Find. Us.
~X~
The blackness that had overcome me began to subside as if it were a fog that had retreated. With the flutter of my eyes, only blinding light replaced it.
“Nngh…”
Ashley: Doctor? Doctor Chakwas? I think he’s waking up…!
I steadily swung my legs over the edge of the med bay bed and grabbed my head with one hand. Doctor Chakwas stood next to me.
Doctor Chakwas: You had us worried there, Shepard. How are you feeling?
“I…”
I thought about it for a moment. There was pain and discomfort still… but I felt… good. Surprisingly good.
“Besides some throbbing… Would it be weird to say good?”
Doctor Chakwas: No. And I was hoping you’d say something like that. This might be a bit odd to hear.
Doctor Chakwas grabbed a data pad and began to explain something to me.
Doctor Chakwas: Are you ready?
“I… I don’t know.”
Doctor Chakwas: The Prothean Beacon you came in contact with, do you remember that? Something happened down there with the beacon, I think.
“Yeah, of course.”
Doctor Chakwas: It… did something to you. Maybe a few things. But the one thing we know for sure is that it enhanced the augmentations a soldier gets when he becomes part of The Systems Alliance.
“Wait… what?”
Doctor Chakwas: The energy stored in the beacon was compatible with your augmentations… you’re now stronger and faster than you would normally be in normal circumstances. Not by a whole lot, but you’re currently in the top physical condition a human being could possibly be.
“Okay, back up, back up… it’s a lot to take in at once…”
Doctor Chakwas: I can understand that.
I rubbed my face for a moment.
“So… what can I do?”
Doctor Chakwas: Well, you now can typically move faster than a normal human being could and your strength is also enhanced by a margin that isn’t extreme, but significant enough to call you… nearly superhuman in nature.
“So… I’m a super soldier?”
Doctor Chakwas sighed.
Doctor Chakwas: If you would really like to call it that… sure. I guess that would be an apt way to compare yourself. You’re not superman or spider-man by any means, but you are a… well, a super soldier.
I grabbed my head. I didn’t remember anything like this. Usually when I’m doing something right, my mind gives me this déjà vu feeling… but I’m getting nothing.
“Holy shit…”
Doctor Chakwas: Take some time, Commander. You may not even notice it until combat but… it’s astounding. I’m going to have to do more studies on you at some point.
I took a moment of time.
“Well… how long was I out for anyway?”
Doctor Chakwas: About fifteen hours.
Ashley finally came out with something she was holding in.
Ashley: I’m sorry, Commander. It’s my fault. I must have triggered some kind of security field when I approached it. You had to push me out of the way.
“Don’t worry, I don’t expect you to have an extensive knowledge of Prothean tech.”
Ashley smiled a little bit at that but I took a deep breath. It’s not every day you wake up knowing your body is different.
Well… that’s not true. It’s not every day, but in puberty I dealt with that, then when I came to this universe my body changed to be more athletic, and now I’m… super, I guess.
Doctor Chakwas: Actually, we don’t even know if that’s what set it off. Unfortunately, we’ll never get the chance to find out.
Ashley: The beacon exploded. A system overload, maybe. The blast knocked you cold. The Lieutenant and I carried you back here to the ship.
“Thanks.”
Doctor Chakwas: Physically, you’re now… at the peak of your possible physical condition. But I detected some unusual brain activity, abnormal beta waves. I also noticed an increase in your rapid eye movement, signs typically associated with intense dreaming.
“I… I saw… I’m not really sure what I saw. Death. Destruction. None of it was really clear.”
Doctor Chakwas: Hmmm. I better add this to my report. It may– Oh, Captain Anderson.
Anderson walked into the room.
Anderson: How’s our XO holding up, Doctor? Besides the… new abilities.
Doctor Chakwas: Well, all the readings look normal to say the least. I’d say the Commander’s going to be fine.
Anderson: Glad to hear it. Shepard, I need to speak with you– in private.
Ashley: Aye, aye, Captain. I’ll be in the mess if you need me.
Anderson: Sounds like that beacon hit you pretty hard, Commander. And… did some other things too. You sure you’re okay?
I thought about it for a moment. A lot happened. Besides the most recent thing… there’s one that stuck out.
“Jenkins… I wish I could have done more.”
Anderson: Jenkins wasn’t your fault. You did a good job, Shepard.
That doesn’t help, Anderson… gah.
“Jenkins probably wouldn’t have happened if our information was correct. We went in blind and things went to hell pretty quickly.”
Anderson: The geth haven’t been outside the Veil in centuries, Commander. Nobody could have predicted this.
I gave a long sigh, pinching my nose. I take it that no one was taking responsibility for this.
“All right then… why is Ashley still here?”
Anderson: I figured we could use a soldier like her. She’s been reassigned to The Normandy.
“That’s good… she held her own down there. Saw a lot of shit.”
Anderson: Lieutenant Alenko agrees with you. That’s why I added her to our crew.
And then the big thing that stuck out in my mind.
“Nihlus! What happened to him?”
Anderson: He’s up and around, Commander. Recovered very quickly.
“Good. But what did you need to speak to me about?”
Anderson: I won’t lie to you, Shepard. Things look bad. Nihlus got attacked. The beacon was destroyed and geth are invading. On top of that, the only remnants the beacon ever worked are your new physical enhancements. The council’s going to want answers.
“What? What answers could I give them other than shit happened and I did my job?”
Anderson: I’ll stand behind you and your report, Shepard. You’re a damned hero in my books. That’s not why I’m here. It’s Saren, that other turian. And your enhancements.
“What about the enhancements?”
Anderson: I want you to not mention them.
“What?”
Anderson: The enhancements would be too hard to explain to The Council and it could get all of us in some deep trouble if we don’t tell them exactly what the deal with it is.
“So… I didn’t do anything wrong… yet I have to lie by omission?”
Anderson: Unfortunately, yes.
“Just my luck, eh?”
Anderson: And don’t worry, the rest of the crew understand not to mention it either. Far as we’re concerned, you now just have a few unexplained visions.
“And Saren?”
Anderson turned away from me, looking off as if he was reminiscing about something.
Anderson: Saren’s a Spectre, one of the best. A living legend. But if he’s working with the geth, it means he’s gone rogue. A rogue Spectre’s trouble. Saren’s dangerous. And he hates humans.
“What’s with the racism against humans?”
Anderson: He thinks we’re growing too fast, taking over the galaxy. A lot of aliens think that way. Most of them don’t do anything about it. But Saren has allied himself with the geth. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, I only know it had something to do with that beacon. You were there just before that beacon self-destructed. Did you see anything? Any clue that might tell us what Saren was after? I doubt it was just enhancements, they aren’t incredibly impressive, he could turn to cybernetics for that.

I sat back against the med bay bed.
“A vision…”
Anderson: A vision? A vision of what?
“I saw synthetics of some sort… not sure exactly what they were. They slaughtered people. Butchered them. And… and there was a voice. It talked to me.”
Anderson: We need to report this to the Council, Shepard.
“What are we going to report? I had a nightmare that happened to relate to what happened? I don’t think that’s going to do much for them.”
Anderson: We don’t know what information was stored in that beacon. Lost Prothean technology? Blueprints for some ancient weapon of mass destruction? Whatever it was, Saren took it. But I know Saren. I know his reputation, his politics. He believes humans are a blight on the galaxy. This attack was an act of war.
Anderson turned back to me, finally.
Anderson: He has the secrets from the beacon. He has an army of geth at his command. And he won’t stop until he’s wiped humanity from the face of the galaxy!
“I’ll… I won’t let him. I’ll take that bastard down.”
Anderson: It’s not that easy. He’s a Spectre. He can go anywhere, do almost anything. That’s why we need the Council on our side.
“Then we prove Saren’s gone rogue. Then… won’t the Council just take away his Spectre status? Or is that not how it works?”
Anderson: It is. I’ll contact the ambassador and see if he can get us an audience with The Council. He’ll want to see us as soon as we reach The Citadel. We should be getting close. Head up to the bridge and tell Joker to bring us in to dock.
Anderson turned away and walked out of the room.
Anderson: And remember, all you got from that was a vision.
“Right…”
Anderson walked out of the room completely, leaving me alone.
“Not like I became Captain America 2.0 or anything like that. Nope. No siree”
I still need some time to wrap my head around that. That happened all too fast. And I don’t really feel any different yet. I guess I will wait until some combat.
I walked out of the med bay, deep in thought over the dreams I had just had when I heard a voice.
Ashley: Hey, Commander.
I turned my head up to see Ashley leaning against the wall of The Mess Hall. I walked over, putting my hands in my pockets as I did so.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Ashley: I’m glad you’re okay, Commander. The crew could use some good news after what happened to Jenkins.
I frowned at her. Did she really need to bring that up in front of me?
“Yeah. He was a… a good kid. A little confused, but he didn’t deserve to die. We’ll miss him.”
Ashley: Part of me feels guilty over what happened. If Jenkins was still alive, I might not be here.
“Hey, I’d vouch for you even if he was. We don’t have many combat-ready people on this ship anyway. We could always use another. You held your own. Impressed me a whole lot.”
Ashley: Thanks, Commander. That means a lot from you. I’ve never met anyone who was awarded The Star of Terra.
“It was nothing. But I was meaning to ask, you were down there for a while. Had a tough time. Everything good?”
Ashley: I’ve seen friends die before. Comes with being a marine. But to see my whole unit wiped out… And you never get used to seeing dead civilians. But things would have been a lot worse if you hadn’t shown up.
“I understand about the dead friends and civilians part, Ashley. Elysium… had its fair share of both. A lot of good people I knew died.”
My breath shortened and my brow furrowed for a moment, but I went back to the conversation. Ashley was giving me an analytical look, similar to how Vahan Octavian once did.
“But don’t hold yourself short. Probably would have gotten our asses handed to us if you hadn’t come along.”
Ashley smiled a little bit and then responded.
Ashley: Thanks, Commander. I have to admit, I was a little worried about being assigned to The Normandy. It’s nice when someone makes you feel welcome.
But then we were cut off by Doctor Chakwas walking by and asking for me to come over.
“I should go, but uh… see ya.”
Ashley: Thanks, Commander.
I waved goodbye and walked over to Doctor Chakwas.
Doctor Chakwas: How are you holding up, Commander? Have you noticed anything yet?
“Nothing yet. Feels normal right now.”
Doctor Chakwas: Hm. All right.
“Anything else?”
Doctor Chakwas: Not at the moment.
“Well uh… we should probably get to know each other if we’re going to be serving on the same ship.”
Doctor Chakwas: Of course.
“How did you get into this line of work?”
Doctor Chakwas: I enlisted right out of med school. Earth always seemed boring to me… too safe, too secure. I figured the colonies were teeming with exotic adventure. I wanted to travel the stars, tending the wounds of tough soldiers with piercing eyes and sensitive souls. Turns out military life isn’t quite as romantic as I’d imagined. But humanity needs The Alliance if we want to keep expanding through the Traverse, and The Alliance always needs good doctors. So I stayed on to do my part.
“You sound wistful about that.”
Doctor Chakwas: Sometimes I think about opening my own private practice back on Earth, or maybe taking a position at one of the new med centers out in the colonies. But there’s something special about working on soldiers. If I felt The Alliance now, I’d feel like I was abandoning them.
“Well, I’m glad to have you aboard, if that helps.”
Doctor Chakwas: It does. Thank you. Commander.
I looked to the right to see Kaidan fiddling with his things, then went back to the conversation.
“Sorry to change the subject, but how well do you know Kaidan?”
Doctor Chakwas: I’d never worked with him before this mission. But he has an impressive service record. Over a dozen special commendations. Tends to keep to himself, though. Maybe because of the headaches. It’s not easy being an L2.
“L2?”
Doctor Chakwas: well, most biotics now use L3 implants. Lieutenant Alenko was wired with the old L2 configuration. Sometimes there are complications.
“Those being?”
Doctor Chakwas: Severe mental disabilities, insanity, crippling physical pain. There’s a long list of horrific side effects. Kaidan’s lucky. He just gets migraines.
I smirked for a moment. Well, it’s good to know we have someone lucky on the team. Cause I’m sure as hell not.
Then my mind went to some others. Most notably Nihlus and Anderson. I didn’t know a whole lot about them.
“Could you tell me about Anderson?”
Doctor Chakwas: I’ve served with him for a few tours now. He knows when to let things slide and when to crack the whip. The crew knows he’s seen pretty much anything they’ll ever run into. And he cares about the people under his command.
“And Nihlus?”
Doctor Chakwas: I don’t know much about him other than he wasn’t born in Turian Hierarchy Space. He was born in a mercenary outpost somewhere outside. I’ve heard stories about how reckless he was before he became a spectre and he was assigned to a new squad for a third time before he became a Spectre candidate. Very cool under pressure.
“Thought as much. Thanks, Doctor Chakwas. I should go.”
Doctor Chakwas: Goodbye, Commander.
I walked onto the bridge and saw there were no guards at the FTL Communication Link Room like there normally are. I headed inside to see what was up and then saw Nihlus Kryik with a bandage on his head, using one of the consoles. He had pulled up a chair from somewhere, but was currently not sitting on it.
Nihlus: Shepard. Come in, I’d like to speak with you.
“Uh… sure.”
I walked in and took a seat on one of the chairs.
Nihlus: I hear that I have you to thank for my evacuation after my head injury.
“Well, my squad and I, yeah.”
Nihlus: Then, of course, thank you Commander. I might have died if I had not received medical help.
“It was nothing I wouldn’t let another person die if I could help it.”
Nihlus: I know. That’s why I believe you are a perfect Spectre candidate, Shepard. Too many Spectres believe their ability of being able to circumvent civilian casualties is an excuse to be reckless.
“Like Saren.”
Nihlus sighed.
Nihlus: Yes, that was what I was meaning to talk to you about.
Nihlus straightened himself.
Nihlus: I do not believe Saren is the culprit here.
My eyes widened slightly.
“What?”
Nihlus: It could not be Saren, Commander. I’ve known Saren for years, ever since I was in the turian military. He was my mentor who took me under his wing at a time when I felt lost. He taught me everything he knew and then some. I know him. He is a good person, troubled, but good.
“Nihlus, I understand how you feel about mentors but…”
Nihlus: Do you, Commander?

“Huh?”
Nihlus: Commander, how would you feel if I told you that Captain Anderson was a terrorist?
I thought about it for a moment. I don’t think I would take it well. I might even have a similar reaction to what Nihlus is feeling now.
“I… would probably say that you’re lying.”
Nihlus: Exactly. Commander, I won’t rule out the possibility, but I have my doubts. Saren is one of the most deadly turians, hell, person in general that I have witnessed in combat. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it. He doesn’t make mistakes.
“Everyone makes mistakes.”
Nihlus: Not Saren.
We stood at a standstill for a few moments.
“I… don’t know, Nihlus. I’m sorry, but there’s too much information pointing to him to just say that he’s innocent.”
Nihlus: I know. I’m not asking you to stop investigating him, but I wanted to share with you my view on things. To give you a new perspective.
“Right. Thank you. But I should go, I have to go meet Joker.”
Nihlus: Of course. Until we meet again, Commander.
The second I got the chance, I got myself out of there. That felt… odd. Like he was trying to hold something back. I don’t think it was information or anything… but like he was trying to tone himself down. Maybe he really does want me to lay off of Saren. He knows I can’t but… agh. It doesn’t matter now.
I heard Navigator Pressly say something to me as I headed toward Joker in the cockpit.
Pressly: I’m glad you’re okay. Commander. Losing Jenkins was hard enough on the crew.
I didn’t acknowledge him, but I think he knew I heard him. I walked into the cockpit and Joker heard me, glancing back for a moment.
Joker: Good timing. Commander. I was just about to bring us in to The Citadel. See that taxpayer money at work.
“Oh, cool.”
I looked outside the cockpit to see what he was talking about. I never got to see The Citadel from the outside. When I was brought in after Elysium, I was unconscious.
The Normandy flew toward a Mass Relay, catching a strand of energy and shooting through space and out of the vicinity of The Serpent Nebula’s Mass Relay.
Going through what looked to be a cloud of some sort, The Normandy began to bring itself in to what looked like a station with outstretched arms traced with red light and a shining light coming from the center of it. It looked… unreal. Beautiful.
Ashley and Kaidan had walked in at that point, the three of us heading to one of the windows.
Ashley: Look at the size of that ship!
Kaidan: The Ascension. Flagship of The Citadel Fleet.
Joker: Well, size isn’t everything.
Ashley: Why so touchy, Joker?
Joker: I’m just saying you need firepower, too.
I tried to hold back a chuckle, but failed miserably.
Ashley: Look at that monster! Its main gun could rip through the barriers on any ship in The Alliance Fleet.
Kaidan: Good thing it’s on our side, then.
Joker: Citadel Control, this is SSV Normandy requesting permission to land.
Citadel Control: Stand by for clearance, Normandy.
The Normandy weaved its way past a plethora of different starships as it waited to be docked.
Citadel Control: Clearance granted. You may begin your approach. Transferring you to an Alliance operator.
Joker and I shared a smile for some reason.
Joker: Roger, Alliance Tower. Normandy out.
The Normandy made its way toward the docking bay of the spaceport, coming in slowly.
Alliance Tower: Normandy, this is Alliance Tower. Please proceed to dock 422.
The docking clamps closed in on The Normandy, locking it in place, ending the approach. Another look outside the windows showed a bustling city of light below us. It, like the station, was beautiful in its own way.
To Be Continued in Volume 3…

Hey,
Yep, there's more different things than the games, as showcased by this chapter. If Nihlus living wasn't enough, Shepard is now slightly more enhanced than he once was. Nothing too noticeable, he won't be anything too wonderful, but look at him as basically... a second hand Captain America in terms of power.
And now we get to The Citadel Volume with the end of volume 2. With the introduction of Shepard's love interest (hint hint), our favorite war-frog bounty hunter, and Shepard's to-be-best-buddy, plus the introduction of a new villain and a few new characters too, this volume will probably be the longest and the most fun yet!
Hope everyone's enjoying it so far. Leave some feedback and some love. Will probably get the next chapter up tomorrow or the next day.
Cheers,

Wesky.
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