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Into the Unknown	By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elysia Grant
The last thing Elysia remembered about her mother was her night before her graduation. She had not really wanted to go to University but her mother had insisted. Tolema Grant had wanted better things for her daughter; she wanted the young Asari to have a skill set she could rely on that was not related to being a Commando. It had been all Elysia had talked about since she was a small child. Since she had found out that her mother had once been a Commando.
Tolema had tried everything to push her daughter in a different path but it did not help that Elysia was powerful with her biotics, that she had gone through biotic training with ease and had even been transferred to a school for the gifted, with Asari that were twice her age. It was a move her mother had never really been happy with but she had not stopped her daughter. There Elysia began her training, not only in biotics but various forms of marital arts.
The young Asari had spent twenty five years in training and when she had graduated she had been too young to become even a warrior in any of the villages. She was still in the middle of her Elusian, the Asari’s version of puberty and no one would even take a second look at her. She had been told over and over that she was too young and to return when she was older. Tolema had taken that opportunity to get the young Asari into University to study something other than killing. She had also wanted her daughter to spend some time with children that were her age.
Elysia had never really had a childhood, her peers had always been twice her age and because she did not fit in with them she had spent most of her time alone. Elysia knew she lacked the communication skill that most of her people possessed, she was blunt and to the point and at times even petulant.
So Elysia went to University but found she was an outsider there as well. Yes the students were her age, but they certainly did not think the way she did. They were philosopher and dreamers and though of peace and politics. They liked to hang out and drink and talk or have discussion. Elysia found that she would study, go to classes, do her required work and then work out. She had wanted to make friends several times with several people but she simply did not have the skills so she kept to herself.
She was in her fourth year when the rumours started to reach Thessia. She remembered hearing classmates discussing the news. The Human Spectre Commander Shepard had been arrested for killing over three hundred Batarians. Shepard had claimed that she did so to stop an invasion by some Aliens named Reapers. Elysia wasn’t sure if she believed the Spectre, but then if she had not been trustworthy the council would not have chosen her.
Elysia had never met a Human so she really had no opinion on them. She knew that most of the Turians she knew did not think much of them and most of the other races though of them as bullies and self-serving. She had been surprised that they had actually been granted a seat on the council when some other races have been petitioning for the spot for so long. She was also surprised when they had named a Human Spectre. Shepard had saved the Citadel and the Council; she could not have been that bad.
She never really formed an opinion on the matter, leaving that for her to decide once she left Thessia and started to travel. She wanted to meet a few Humans first before she reached a decision. However she had never had the chance; the war started and communication with Earth was terminated. No one really knew what was happening. Not wanting to panic Thessia continued on as if nothing was happening.
It was two days before her graduation that that the leaders of Thessia decided it was time to take action. They had declared everyone under the age of 100 and a select few others were to be ushered into shuttles and sent to various destinations across the Galaxy in an effort to preserve their people.
Elysia remembered fighting with her mother. Tolema had been drafted back into the Commandos and Elysia wanted to go with her. It was what she was trained for, it was not her fault she was too young. She could fight with the best of them, she knew she could. Her mother would hear nothing of it.
The Reapers hit the same day Elysia was scheduled to leave. She would never forget the sounds, the horns of destruction; the sound the Reapers made when they were killing millions. She also remembered the screaming, the explosions and the amount of dead just sprawled out on the street.
She and her group had to fight to get to their shuttle. Her mother helped them and together Tolema and Elysia moved. They fought well together, one closing spots in the defence that the other might have opened, finishing off the other’s attacks. They had managed to get everyone to the shuttle and when she least expected it her mother turned to her and kissed her on the forehead.
“May the Goddess watch over you as you watch over them,” she whispered. “I love you.”
And then she was gone, Elysia never saw her mother again.
The sound she heard that day was mimicked in the shuttle now as it plummeted to the planet they had been orbiting. The large Krogan beside her had been quick and thankfully so or she would have been dead. His big armoured arm reached across and grabbed her belt even before she had time to react and pulled it across her chest and lap, helping her to lock it in place.
The shuttle had been full of all sorts of thing that had now become projectiles, including those that had not managed to belt themselves in. she was hit hard by something round and it felt like a bullet hitting her on the shoulder. To her surprise the grumpy Krogan grabbed hold of her and covered her head. In return she placed a barrier around them. It would not help with the sudden end to the fall they were taking, but it would keep the projectiles away.
She watched in sickening horror as bodies flew everywhere and she was more than aware that three of them were children. She felt sick to her stomach. When they hit the ground the first time she felt as though a hammer had just hit her spine. They bounced another couple times before the shuttle finally stopped moving. She choked back her vomit as she removed her belt. She could not help but look at the carnage and think back to the day she was forced to flee her home world.
“What do we do now?” She asked the Krogan. She rubbed the shoulder where the object hit her. It hurt something fierce but she fought back the urge to start crying about it. She needed to stay strong.
“Well, getting out of this shuttle is a good start.” The large Alien said. She nodded slowly and turned to the Asari on the other side of the aisle. The Asari closest to the isle stare up at the roof, her eyes open, some small silver object imbedded into her throat, she was obviously dead.
“Are you all right?” She asked the other Asari and she reached down to help her get her belt off. She had obviously heard when the Krogan shouted to everyone to get their belts on.
“I think so,” the woman replied. Elysia extended her hand and helped her over the departed woman.
The Krogan was banging at the door to the shuttle and eventually forced it open as Elysia went back for the human who seemed unconscious. As she reached out to check for a pulse he moaned and grabbed her hand.
“Right there, kid, I can get out myself,” He said. She looked to him and the large gash on his forehead. She stood back for a second and watched as he struggled to stand up. Just as he was just about on his feet he fell back down.
She reached out and helped him up, using her biotics slightly to lift him from his seat. He was not a light man and much taller than she was. Looking at him as she helped she thought that he was hansom. It could have been part biased since he was actually the first human she had ever touched. She figured he was older because of the blonde stubble that littered his face. She always associated facial hair on humans with age. His hair hung down to his shoulders the light blonde mop was streaked with the blood from his injury.
The large Krogan was checking on some of the others in the shuttle but other than the ones that were already outside and the three of them it did not look hopeful. She walked the man out of the shuttle and helped him to get down on the ground beside the other Asari. The two Turians were also sitting outside of the shuttle.
She turned back as the Krogan emerged from the wreckage and moved towards them. “This is it.” He said finally.
Elysia nodded and moved away from the group, she held her sore shoulder with her good hand. The pain was starting to get worse.
The shuttle had crashed in the middle of some hill. She could see a large body of water not far from the bottom of the hill and in the other direction a forest slowly grew; she could see it thicken further in. As she looked out into water she sat down, bringing her thighs to her chest and holding them with her good arm. She rested her forehead on her knees and let the whole incident replay in her head.
Her thoughts went to the children that had been killed, that was the hardest part to handle. She was not truly attuned to the aging of humans but they were very young, infants. They would never grow older, never have children of their own. She thought to her mother and felt the pain in her heart as she wished she was here now comforting her. She took a deep breath, not wanting to cry in front of the strangers behind her.
“Those vending machines had dextro paste in them, that should hold you for a while,” She heard the Krogan say. She turned back to her new found company; slowly she untangled herself and stood up. She moved back over to the group.
“I think we have to think long term,” the other Asari spoke up. Her voice was so soft and soothing.
“What does that mean?” Elysia asked. The Krogan nodded at the question.
“She means they won’t be coming for us,” the older Turian spoke up.
“Why wouldn’t they come for us?” She was starting to panic.
“Because if we are lost there will be a media frenzy and some bad press, eventually with good marketing it will be like nothing ever happened. They will claim they are doing everything in their power to find us but there probably won’t even be a search.” The Turian explained. “If they find us there will still be media frenzy but this time it will come with lawsuits and all sorts of headaches. They would have to explain why their shuttle was even near this uncharted planet and why it was trying to grab a satellite. With us out of the picture no one will ever know what happened and it will be chalked up to a bad pilot error.”
Elysia looked from the Turian to the Krogan; it was the human that spoke up however. “He’s right, the Allied forces will get involved but I am sure they will be pointed in the wrong direction. Pitne For has been in the business a long time. He knows when to cut his loses. The man rubbed his stubble. “So we’re screwed.”
“Well there’s water and food,” Elysia tried to seem positive. One of the things she had been trained was to never give up, it almost seemed as though that was exactly the direction this group was heading it.
“Yeah for a third of us,” The human countered. It was quiet for a few moments and the older Asari spoke.
“Well from what I understand we have quite a bit of dextro amino paste. I saw at least two machines full of it and that doesn’t include what they would have in storage. I suggest we do not just jump to hasty conclusions until we figure out what we are up against.”
“I have seeds,” The older Turian said.
“My father was going to retire and move to Earth, he wanted to start a farm so he had a bunch of seed in storage. They were in stasis so they should have survived the crash.”
“See we just need to work together and everything will be ok,” the older woman smiled, “I am Dharti Dhana, yes my mother had a sense of humour.”
Elysia smiled, she liked this woman, “I’m Elysia Grant,” she added to the introductions and everyone jumped in. The Human was Keith Olsen, the Krogan was Tanith, no clan name given and the older Turian was Laius Ludvik and his son was Remes.
“I will go and clean out the shuttle,” Tanith said. “I’ll get our luggage and Ill haul out the vending machines. I don’t suppose anyone’s an engineer?”
“I dabble but I don’t think I can repair a shuttle, not this one anyway,” Remes answered.
“This one is beyond repair,” Olsen added. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked around. He kept eyeing the shuttle.
“We don’t need to repair it, but it would be nice if we could get some power out of it.” Tanith explained.
“What about natives?” Elysia said suddenly remembering the pilot saying they were not allowed to land because of the primitive culture. Everyone seemed to think about that as it was quiet for a long moment.
“It will be hard to avoid them when we know nothing about them,” Dharti said.
“I can go and scout, see if I can find any civilization,” Remes volunteered.
“Oh, I can go with him,” Elysia did not want to be left out of a little bit of adventure. It beat carrying around luggage and vending machines.
“Sounds like a plan,” Tanith said and moved to the shuttle. Elysia followed and waited as the Krogan forced open the door to the storage area.
“You are following me?” Tanith said, Elysia had the distinct impression the large Krogan did not like her, even if he had save her in the shuttle.
“I have my weapons in the storage, I figure if we are going on into some strange forest to look for Natives we know nothing about we might want to have some defence.”
“I thought you were a Commando, don’t they usually have biotics, don’t they like learn to fight for years upon years.”
Elysia could not help but feel somewhat insulted; this big lug was making fun of her. “It wasn’t for me,” she lied now, defending her own honour. “The Turian is unarmed and last I checked there was no such thing as a biotic Turian.”
“Oh,” the Krogan backed off, “Good call.”
She made a clicking sound as she moved past him into the storage bay. The luggage that had not been tied down was thrown all over the place. It took a few moments but she found her bag. Inside were her armour and her pistol with some spare heat sinks and ammunition. She sighed, if they were indeed trapped on this planet they would certainly need to find natural weapons.
She looked to her armour for a long period of time and decided against wearing it. She had her barriers to help her in a pinch.
“So you really an Asari Commando,” the Krogan asked. It was too late though, Elysia was already insulted. She simply stared at the Krogan for a few minutes before leaving the storage area. She moved over to Remes and handed him the pistol and ammo.
“My father wants to bury the others. He has some farming supplies in storage, a shovel I think, so for now I say two hours out in that direction,” he pointed into the forested area, “and then back, unless it starts to get dark before that.”
“Sounds good,” She looked back to the shuttle and shivered, she personally did not want to go back inside.
“First time seeing the dead like that?” Remes asked with a gentle voice.
“No,” Elysia answered in a low voice, “It’s the first time I’ve seen dead children.”
Remes nodded and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder then turned back to the others. He watched as the Human came out of the shuttle with the deceased Asari in his arms. He shook his head. “Ok we’re going to head out; we should be back in four hours.”
The older Turian moved over and placed his forehead on Remes in a show of affection, Elysia turned away to give them some privacy. She could not help but think of her mother, “You be careful and come back.”
“Always Father,” Remes looked out to the others his eyes resting on the Human, “You watch your back, I have a bad feeling about some of these people.”
Elysia could not help but follow his gaze to Keith who had placed the woman on the ground and then took his shirt off as he grabbed a shovel the Krogan had obviously found. He certainly was in fine shape. She wondered what the Turian saw that she did not, was it just the old Turians hate human issue, she didn’t know. She decided not to ask.
“Ready?” She said breaking the silence. Remes nodded and turned back to her.
“You sure you don’t want the pistol?” He asked, she smiled to him and raised a glowing hand.
“I have my pistol right here,” she said with a slight brag in her voice. Remes laughed.
“So you do.” He said and they began to walk up the hill towards the thick forest.
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