Hey guys, have the first bit of 'Undisclosed Acts of Badassery', written, first chapter should be ready by the end of the week.
Have a sneak peek:
JANUARY 7TH, 2186
KITHOI WARD, CITADEL
SPECTRE CANDIDATE #HSA 2: PERSONAL LOG:
Hey...I’m not sure how to start this. Agent Coz said that keeping a diary, of sorts, would help me improve my meditative state, and enhance my sense of personal identity, important for when I’m undercover...you know what? How about we star there. My identity.
My name is Ashley Madeline Williams. Up until a few months ago, my life was going pretty great. I’ve been a Marine for a long time. It’s a good job. Keeps you active, fit, healthy...mostly healthy. Three hot meals a day, a bed to sleep on at night, a uniform to wear, and a code by which to live your life. The Corps is my home, my extended family...my whole world.
Up until two years ago, I’d only ever seen the surfaces of four planets. Earth, Mars, Amatesaru and Eden Prime. Now I’ve travelled to most major planets in the galaxy, along with more than a few completely obscure moons, and engaged in firefights of varying intensity on every one of them. Up until two years ago, all I knew about aliens was what I read on the extranet. Now I’m the first human to ever be awarded the Turian Nova Cluster and the Salarian Silver Dagger. I’m the first human to have ever led a Salarian Special Tasks Group into battle...and I’m pretty sure I’m the first human to backhand a krogan warlord and walk away without a scratch. That last one was pretty recent.
I’ve seen some crazy **** in my lifetime. Amazing though it may seem, having my whole platoon slaughtered by geth, under the orders of a rogue Spectre, who was in turn being mind-controlled by some kind of giant machine/organic lifeform named ‘Sovereign’, is the sane stuff. At least then I was fighting against a recognisable enemy, with a just cause to pursue. Things aren’t so black and white nowadays.
No, nowadays, I’m stuck with an old turian Spectre who thinks he’s my surrogate father because he accepted Grandad’s surrender at Shanxi, an asari Spectre who’s been kicking ass and taking names since before my ancestors were duking it out with the Confederate Army at Gettysburg., and a salarian Spectre with a morbid fascination for famous human assassinations. Every day, I’m being ordered around by politicians, beaten into the ground by my trainers/handlers, and taking care of pretty much every dangerous covert operation that the Council entrusts into my hands.
Does this make any sense to anyone? No? I didn’t think so. How about I start at the beginning?
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