Mass Effect 4: the Second War (Mass Effect fanfic)

Chapter 8

When the Normandy dropped me on the Spaceport, I was immediately shipped onto the facility deep in the forest. Me and 200 other recruits were sent into the vigourus training of the N7 program.

We started off in N1. We operated through the moist, hot and dense jungle of Brazil. We had to operate as a team moving to take down targets or getting to supply packages that house our gear before the enemy teams could get there first. The challenges tested us physically and mentally. I saw as some of my brethren fell under heat of stress. This separated the weak from the strong.

The N7 program has a harsh 90% dropout. Most dropouts coming from N1. After a month, only 40 cadets made it through and into the next N.

N2 to N5 pushed us harder and placed our loyalty into the man or woman next to you. Most training was placed off world, so we were trained in basic alien medical treatment, Zero-g combat and many more that enhanced our ability in combat off world or in alien territory.

N6 had us in real live combat in the most remote places. Like a distant colony on the edge of a system against many bandits, raiders or slavers.

2 years later.....

Graduating the program is the best thing that you'll feel. After a grueling 2 years your finally an N7. Being N7 does have its perks.

We are allowed to wear the N7 insignia, access to state of the art weapons and armor. And before we're shipped off, you and your squad are allowed a weeks leave.

August 14, 2216 

14:30 standard galactic hour. 

Elysium's Nightclub

Me and my team agreed to be at the bar on Elysium after meeting with our families. So I sat alone on a corner of the packed room, waiting for them cause I was the earliest. I was wearing my fathers jacket, khaki pants and a white polo.

A couple minutes later....

We were all seated next to each other. All deep in conversation after we all met. Sitting on my right was Derek O'Connor, on my left was Isabel Rodriguez. Seated across us was Camille Squires, Nick Gallion and Eric Sanchez.

Derek O'Connor is from Ireland. He ran away when he was 14 and lived in California for awhile. He has sandy hair, blue eyes both features very rare and he's tall, tough, muscular and our resident Demolition expert.

Nick Gallion is our Tech field expert. Not surprising since he was raised on the Citadel. His mom was a C-Sec official and his dad an Alliance Marine. He learned to shoot a gun at the age of 4 and hack computer mainframes at the age of 7. He enlisted at 18. He has close-cropped Brown hair and carries at least 4 gadgets anywhere he goes.

Eric Sanchez is our biotic vanguard. He grew up on Grissom Academy. A school for biotics. He looks like your resident superstar.

Isabel Rodriguez is our weapons specialist. She's half- Australian courtesy of her father. She has long flowing dark brown hair which she usually keeps at a bun. Brown irises and has her serial number and barcode tattoed on her wrist. Incase her head gets separated.

Camille Squires is an infiltrator. She prefers fighting far away and leaves the rest to do the dirty work. She has light brown hair cut until her jaw bone with brown irises.

As we were finishing our conversation a man in a suit walked up to us. Eyes hidden behind a pair of shades

"Lieutenant Commander Shepard." He said in a tone that's emotionless.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Come with me." He ordered.

"You haven't answered my question. Who are you and what do you want?" I demanded now rising steadily, hands ready for anything.

"Relax, we're on the same side." He pulled his sleeve off his left hand and showed an N7 insignia complete with bar code and serial number.

"Bring your squad along." He demanded

We followed him out of the nightclub and into the busy street where a car was parked carrying an Alliance insignia. He signaled us to get in the car.

After a few minutes of settling in, we drove through the busy city and into the Alliance outpost.

We followed this man into a dark briefing room. There, several seats were placed in front of the vid screen .

"Sit down and get comfortable."

We each took a seat right beside each other and the vid screen flickered to life.

"Commander 2 years ago, you were sent into a mission where you had to locate the memory banks of the downed reaper. 2 years after, we have reports of insect like shaped husks flying through space."

Everyone was silent and fully concentrated on the next few words.

"We have confirmed that. We recorded footage coming from the helmet you borrowed."

He played the video.

We skipped through a lot and placed it on the place where I blacked out. Everything started shacking and all the soldiers were collapsing. The Normandy was nowhere to be found. Then suddenly, a massive insect-shaped ship got up on all legs and started firing a beamed laser ripping through everyone and everything. After, all the blood was spilt, it left.

He stopped the recording.

"Commander, we're sending you on a mission to Torfan again. Locate any Intel regarding anything about this reaper. We need to learn its plan before it could go all out crazy." He paused "Do you accept the mission?"

We hesitated for at least a few seconds before saying.

"Yes sir."

"Good. More Intel will be in these hardrives. Don't lose them." He handed it to us before we left.

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