Mass-Awesome

Foccen, a life-filled, energy pumping planet. It was small, but pretty fun. Normandy landed, and three people piled out. Jane, John, and Nick. They began to walk. "So where's this Zephyr character?" Nick asked. "She's somewhere in the club." "Club?" John was excited. "I heard a rumor. You and Kaiden pumped some heat last night, huh?" Nick chuckled. Jane blushed, and stopped in her tracks. "Where did you hear that?" she asked. "It's all over the ship, Commander." Nick and John looked at eachother. "No, seriously, where did that come from?" Shepard was angry. "I got it from this." John brought the video up on his omni-tool. Jane's jaw dropped.

Jane and John were now sharing the cabin. "So Jane, you and Kaid still dating?" John asked. Jane looked over at him from her bed. "Yes. We are." she replied. "I see. Didn't you two get it-" "Yes." Jane was annoyed. "Sorry. Touchy subject." John said. "Did you and Miranda ever hook up?" Jane teased. "N-No." John scratched his head. "We're going to Foccen. Geth activity." Jane said. "I heard about an assassin there." John said, sitting down. "Assassin huh? Anything we could use?" Jane asked. "Straight up, sis. She's a total badass." John laughed. "Understood. All assassins are badass." Jane replied. Laira was in the 5th floor, somewhere, talki

The Choice My body is hurt. I am hurt. Staying true shouldn't hurt. I walk forward. My hands touch plastic. Keyboard. "Commander." I begin to tap, and click. "Shepard." A button is revealed. CONTROL Assuming Direct Control. "Don't do this!" I press the button, hesitant. I feel nothing, as energy fills me. I begin to burn. Life flashes before me. My love. My life. Death slowly kills me. Time stops. "Commander Shepard. Don't die." I was already dead. "No survivors." My soul opens. I am not alive. I do not exist. I am no human. I am no AI. I am not even a ghost. I am co-existance. I am prothean beacon. I am blac

The Choice I am pain. I feel pain. I see what is before me. I've lost so many people. The light surges, green and endless. "Don't do it." I close my eyes, and limp. "You'll die." I can see what I must do. Lives depend on me. My pistol drops. Clink-Clank. I heave out a bloody cough. "Shepard." I limp forward, faster. "Commander!" I leap. Green meets Skin. More pain and energy. I see my love. Stinging. I see my crew. Burning. I see death. Electricity. All becomes black. "Commander, I love you." Green becomes White... Death. I see more light. I am not dead. How long has passed? I look around, seeing tech and eart

The Choice I walk slow, and heavy-hearted. My hand is on my chest, holding my body. I struggle to walk. My head is aching, my legs are wobbling. My life has vanished. Everything is blurry, hazed. I can hear my head throbbing. "Keep going." My eyes shut, and I fall. "Don't die yet. You have a mission to complete!" I begin to crawl, toward the light. "There you go, keep going." My gun is a few feet away, so I struggle toward it. Aching, suffering, dying. "Get it, and save everyone." I grasp the barrel gently. The trigger is cold, and unused. I get to my knees, and hold the gun out. "Aim and shoot. You can do this." I beg