Mass Effect fic, Shepard centric, first person, begins at start of ME2.
There's a blurry brightness in my eyes, noise buzzing in my ears, and pain blasting down my limbs.
Eyes? Ears? Limbs?
Information cascades over me, a torrent like a waterfall.
Waterfall?
More information, too fast to process, but I know what eyes and ears and limbs are.
Know what a waterfall is too.
The haze clears, and I see lights, and strange shapes, tools, monitors, holoscreens...
A...medbay, that's the word.
I try not to think about it, try not to try and attach words to what I see. The rush of knowledge is very unpleasant.
Then the buzzing turns into more words.
ô...time. Get up, we are under attack. Get UP!ö
The voice isn't familiar, don't remember ever hearing it before. Don't remember ever hearing any voice before, but I know, somehow, that this one is different.
Another sound intrudes, and I'm halfway across the room, eyes tracking the walls, before my brain puts a name to it.
Explosion.
I see a...thing, locker, touchpad on upper right, press controls like so, door slides open.
Inside is a Combat Hardsuit, unknown model/performance don by unsealing tab on collar thus...
I put it on, the motions clean and without thought. I discover that things are much easier when I don't try and think about them.
The voice is still talking.
ô...even listening? This facility is being overrun with mechs, get a pistol from the locker and get moving.ö
I seal the tab on my hardsuit and look back in the locker, there's another wash of information and the shape at the bottom resolves into a pistol, not, again, a model I'm not familiar with.
I pick it up, my hands pushing, pulling, twisting, the boxy thing opens like a...flower. Metal leaves and petals spreading out to show it's insides. My eye sees no flaws, I'm not even sure what I'm looking for, but I know I'd know it if I saw it.
ôThere aren't any thermal clips, so you'll have to find those as you go...someone's trying to bypass the door locks, take cover behind the PimSDaT.ö
That seems decent advice. I make sure not to think about the machine I'm crouched behind, I don't know if I know about it, but I don't want to find out. But something she said...
What the hell is a Thermal clip, recent development in months after Reaper assault on Citadel, method for increased Rate of fire through ejectable heat sinks...
I shut the deluge down, as well as the half dozen new rushes of information that it triggered. No time, have to focus.
The door explodes.
It isn't until I've ducked out of cover and brought the pistol arround that I remember that it can't fire. My shields flicker under a half dozen shots before I duck back. I do get a good look, at what's trying to kill me though. It's a mech, designation LOKI, light security bot running VI...
Shake head, clear thoughts, focus on how to kill the thing.
Nothing in front of me, and I don't see any cover on the other side of the room. The mech is talking, damn things never do shut up, and the voice over the speakers is yelling something. I ignore them both, need to think.
My shields read as full, and I duck out for another look, hoping to find something to use as a weapon. The mech is close now, I'm staring straight down the barrel of a machine pistol.
Thought vanishes, only action. Arm flows forward and up, ending with flick of wrist. It's so smooth I don't even notice it's started until the mech is flying back through the door...in pieces.
My arm is glowing.
That's new.
More information in my head. Biotics, Eezo, Dark Energy, too much data, shut it off, shut it off...
The voice is talking again, focus on it, don't think about the impossible.
ô...going on, are you alright? Shepard?ö
Shepard...
Forget focusing on the voice, that word, something about that word, no, name, Shepard is a person, who the hell is Shepard...
Heart pounding, cold, sweating, vision blurred, roaring in ears. History, memory, too much, all at once.
...little girl in blue dress, bare feet curling into rich soil, sun-streaked hair shining like fire, tongue pushed out and hand's on hips...
...same girl, older, body filling out in lean curves, hands rough on skin, skin smooth under hands, moonlight glitters in hair cropped short...
...two figures in doorway, stern faces cold under harsh lamps, yelling, man red in face, stands, arm rising...
...man on floor, surrounded by blood, woman crying over him, loud noises, flashing lights...
...overcast sky turns red long before dawn, clouds belch a half dozen ships, screams, so many screams...
...same girl, eyes wide, shirt ripped, hole in forehead, staring into rain...
Faster
...more ships, figures in armor, haze of rage and loss, pistol kicking in hand, figures falling...
...hands grabbing, pistol gone, legs collapse, too many tears to see....
...man sits in chair and nods as if he understands, like words mean anything...
...older man, gray hair, uniformed, screams at lines of youths, sun beats hot on shaved head...
...gun in hand feels cold, feels right, target isn't, too round, no limbs, no eyes...
...stars overhead, and glass, gravity low, spacestation, ranks drawn up, speeches...
Faster
...rocks uneven under feet, barely stay upright, small moon cast's pale light, screams behind you, sound of guns, roars...
...dead, all dead, no bodies, took the bodies, shivers won't stop...
...the roar again, closer, but no more running, leg twisted, draw gun, turn, ready...
...more crowds, more speeches, heavy gravity this time, planetside, overcast...
...new team, new men, never close, Batarians, Torfan, assault mission...
...blood, Human, Batarian, what's the difference? Blood everywhere, on walls, on suit, in hair. Bodies everywhere to...
Too fast
...images don't connect, turian, dead turian, live turian, blue painted face, mandibles wide...
...Krogan, scars on side of face, voice pulses though bones...
...eyes through blank faceplate, two stars in cloudy sky...
...Blue face open like child, eyes wide, nervous stutter, can't look, better times...
...doesn't make sense, random colors, words turn green and wash away flesh...
Pain turns white.
Haze in my eyes again, doesn't matter, clearing. Voice buzzing in ears again, doesn't matter, stranger. Pain blasting through limbs again, doesn't matter, still alive.
I stare up at the ceiling and think.
So, that's who John Shepard was.
There's a blurry brightness in my eyes, noise buzzing in my ears, and pain blasting down my limbs.
Eyes? Ears? Limbs?
Information cascades over me, a torrent like a waterfall.
Waterfall?
More information, too fast to process, but I know what eyes and ears and limbs are.
Know what a waterfall is too.
The haze clears, and I see lights, and strange shapes, tools, monitors, holoscreens...
A...medbay, that's the word.
I try not to think about it, try not to try and attach words to what I see. The rush of knowledge is very unpleasant.
Then the buzzing turns into more words.
ô...time. Get up, we are under attack. Get UP!ö
The voice isn't familiar, don't remember ever hearing it before. Don't remember ever hearing any voice before, but I know, somehow, that this one is different.
Another sound intrudes, and I'm halfway across the room, eyes tracking the walls, before my brain puts a name to it.
Explosion.
I see a...thing, locker, touchpad on upper right, press controls like so, door slides open.
Inside is a Combat Hardsuit, unknown model/performance don by unsealing tab on collar thus...
I put it on, the motions clean and without thought. I discover that things are much easier when I don't try and think about them.
The voice is still talking.
ô...even listening? This facility is being overrun with mechs, get a pistol from the locker and get moving.ö
I seal the tab on my hardsuit and look back in the locker, there's another wash of information and the shape at the bottom resolves into a pistol, not, again, a model I'm not familiar with.
I pick it up, my hands pushing, pulling, twisting, the boxy thing opens like a...flower. Metal leaves and petals spreading out to show it's insides. My eye sees no flaws, I'm not even sure what I'm looking for, but I know I'd know it if I saw it.
ôThere aren't any thermal clips, so you'll have to find those as you go...someone's trying to bypass the door locks, take cover behind the PimSDaT.ö
That seems decent advice. I make sure not to think about the machine I'm crouched behind, I don't know if I know about it, but I don't want to find out. But something she said...
What the hell is a Thermal clip, recent development in months after Reaper assault on Citadel, method for increased Rate of fire through ejectable heat sinks...
I shut the deluge down, as well as the half dozen new rushes of information that it triggered. No time, have to focus.
The door explodes.
It isn't until I've ducked out of cover and brought the pistol arround that I remember that it can't fire. My shields flicker under a half dozen shots before I duck back. I do get a good look, at what's trying to kill me though. It's a mech, designation LOKI, light security bot running VI...
Shake head, clear thoughts, focus on how to kill the thing.
Nothing in front of me, and I don't see any cover on the other side of the room. The mech is talking, damn things never do shut up, and the voice over the speakers is yelling something. I ignore them both, need to think.
My shields read as full, and I duck out for another look, hoping to find something to use as a weapon. The mech is close now, I'm staring straight down the barrel of a machine pistol.
Thought vanishes, only action. Arm flows forward and up, ending with flick of wrist. It's so smooth I don't even notice it's started until the mech is flying back through the door...in pieces.
My arm is glowing.
That's new.
More information in my head. Biotics, Eezo, Dark Energy, too much data, shut it off, shut it off...
The voice is talking again, focus on it, don't think about the impossible.
ô...going on, are you alright? Shepard?ö
Shepard...
Forget focusing on the voice, that word, something about that word, no, name, Shepard is a person, who the hell is Shepard...
Heart pounding, cold, sweating, vision blurred, roaring in ears. History, memory, too much, all at once.
...little girl in blue dress, bare feet curling into rich soil, sun-streaked hair shining like fire, tongue pushed out and hand's on hips...
...same girl, older, body filling out in lean curves, hands rough on skin, skin smooth under hands, moonlight glitters in hair cropped short...
...two figures in doorway, stern faces cold under harsh lamps, yelling, man red in face, stands, arm rising...
...man on floor, surrounded by blood, woman crying over him, loud noises, flashing lights...
...overcast sky turns red long before dawn, clouds belch a half dozen ships, screams, so many screams...
...same girl, eyes wide, shirt ripped, hole in forehead, staring into rain...
Faster
...more ships, figures in armor, haze of rage and loss, pistol kicking in hand, figures falling...
...hands grabbing, pistol gone, legs collapse, too many tears to see....
...man sits in chair and nods as if he understands, like words mean anything...
...older man, gray hair, uniformed, screams at lines of youths, sun beats hot on shaved head...
...gun in hand feels cold, feels right, target isn't, too round, no limbs, no eyes...
...stars overhead, and glass, gravity low, spacestation, ranks drawn up, speeches...
Faster
...rocks uneven under feet, barely stay upright, small moon cast's pale light, screams behind you, sound of guns, roars...
...dead, all dead, no bodies, took the bodies, shivers won't stop...
...the roar again, closer, but no more running, leg twisted, draw gun, turn, ready...
...more crowds, more speeches, heavy gravity this time, planetside, overcast...
...new team, new men, never close, Batarians, Torfan, assault mission...
...blood, Human, Batarian, what's the difference? Blood everywhere, on walls, on suit, in hair. Bodies everywhere to...
Too fast
...images don't connect, turian, dead turian, live turian, blue painted face, mandibles wide...
...Krogan, scars on side of face, voice pulses though bones...
...eyes through blank faceplate, two stars in cloudy sky...
...Blue face open like child, eyes wide, nervous stutter, can't look, better times...
...doesn't make sense, random colors, words turn green and wash away flesh...
Pain turns white.
Haze in my eyes again, doesn't matter, clearing. Voice buzzing in ears again, doesn't matter, stranger. Pain blasting through limbs again, doesn't matter, still alive.
I stare up at the ceiling and think.
So, that's who John Shepard was.