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The prolouge
Has that much time really passed?
His head felt as if someone was pushing in on it in all directions, or was it that his brain was trying to escape his skull in all directions at once. He was not sure exactly what had caused it. He was trying to remember what exactly had happened last.
"GILLIAN!"
He sat up. It was pitch black. He felt an unsettling sense of deja vu wash over him. "Where am I?" Why does this feel familiar. How long have I been here? Where is she? As he sat in the endless ocean of emptiness he wondered if he really wanted to know the answers to these questions. Maybe it was too painful to remember them. Maybe I am a coward, maybe she is dead. Maybe I am dead. He took a deep, slow breath to calm himself. He could feel the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Was it the sand, had he been high all night?
He continued to sit in what he began to call his own infinite loneliness. Asking questions he knew the answers too, but could not remember. Something was wrong. Bits and pieces were starting to trickle back into his mind. His head was no longer pounding, and suddenly he knew, everything.
Chapter 1
Ex-Lieutenant Harris was wishing he had been assigned to do something else today, anything else, just not this. He had heard the stories of what she was capable of, and he didn't wish to see them first hand. After all he had a family, two beautiful children waiting at home for him, he didn't need to risk his life for this mission. Three weeks prior he was informed his request for a month leave was approved. He was planning a surprise vacation, and that was only four days away, but now he was more concerned about living long enough to see those four days pass.
They called her subject 515, 515 in short. She had no real name to speak of, at least no one had ever bothered to ask her if she had one. She refereed to herself as "SIS". When she was younger, she had seen the label on her door, Subject 515, and she thought the fives more resembled S's. She thought that sounded better than Subject 515, it was so cold, so demeaning. That was one of her earliest memories. She couldn't remember what brought her to that place, it was so long ago now and she didn't like thinking about it. She had spent the last 19 years of her life there, waiting for a day like today. Today she was being tested.
She was not told much about her test, much was the way they liked it at Henkel Institute. They always told her, "you will never know when or why, just that you must, and that it is imperative that you succeed, your life will depend on it". She always thought them crazy, her so called mentors. When she saw the man in what appeared to be an Alliance uniform she was confused at first. That was not really an Alliance officer, he couldn't be, here, with her. They were sitting across from each other in the back of a small transport vehicle, a makeshift cargo transport, mainly used by scavengers or small time traders.
"Do you know where we are?" she asked him while studying his uniform more closely. He opened his mouth just a little, the expression on his face was that of slight shock and confusion. She continued before he could speak. "They haven't given me any info, so I would appreciate anything you can tell me, Lieutenant." She lock eyes with his, she caught the glimpse of panic and fear in his eyes before he broke eye contact to look down. "All, all I know is, is that I am to escort subject 515" before he could finish his sweaty, nervous broken up speech she interrupted him, "Please, call me SIS, all my fiends do." She let out a light chuckle as a small forced smile appeared on her face and she sat back against the seat behind her and folded her arms.
"I am to escort you to the landing zone, and to provide what ever assistance you may need." He felt some what uneasy about looking at her, let alone talking to her, and he hoped this went quick, and without any problems. "Do you know what I am supposed to do there?" She leaned forward and rested her hands on her knees now. "You are to retrieve a package." She looked around the small cramped area, "And what is this package exactly." Harris could feel the sweat dripping down all around him now, "I was not given that information."
As they landed, the pilots voice game over the intercom, "This is the drop point, I was told to inform you upon arrival that you are to locate and secure Mr. Grayson." Harris was now more concerned about this mission, why were they still looking for him. Why did they only send her with him, she was a very powerful biotic, in fact the strongest Henkel had ever created, but was it going to be enough. One biotic and one solider didn't seem like a fair fight, for them. Plus he hadn't actually seen combat in seven years. He left the alliance nine years ago, to join Cerberus, and two years after that, he was put into management position. He normally was the one giving orders back from the comfort of the base, not out in the field.
"Do I get a weapon at least" she asked him, snapping him back to the reality of the mission. He handed her his side arm, a small but powerful handgun. He didn't think she really needed it, not with what she was capable of anyways. "Don't worry, I wont shoot you with it, unless you get in my way." She stood up hunched over, pressing the back of her shoulders against the roof. He was not aware of how tall she was before that moment, she must have been six feet five inch's tall, give or take, much taller than himself, by about six inch's. She opened the hatch door and stepped out in the bright light, "well, are you coming or staying." He thought about staying, it would be so much safer. How would he explain that if she didn't come back and they were forced to leave. He didn't want to think about what would happen to him then, it might actually be safer to go with her.
He stepped outside, using his left arm to shadow his face from the bright light. "Where are we" she asked him again. "Somewhere on Tyr, just outside one of the local Batarian mining facility, should be about 20 kilometers to the west of here." Anger filled her and she took a quick step in his direction holding the pistol to his forehead, "You lied to me, you said you only knew you were to escort me, what is really going on here." She heard the sound of his assault rifle click into ready mode. He was then being thrown backwards at an incredible rate. He slammed into a large rock 20 meters from where she was standing. His assault rifle laying half way between them.
Harris awoke to gunfire. He panic and stood up to see what was going on, only to be yanked back to the ground from behind. "keep down you moron, you want to get your head blown off!" Harris spun his head to see who the man was. He assumed it must be the pilot of the shuttle, judging by the Cerberus uniform he was wearing. "What is happening, why are being fired upon, where is my rifle?" He was searching around them frantically looking for his assault rifle. "I was going to ask you the same thing. Keep down damn it. I was getting ready to radio in that we had touched down, when they appeared." The pilot had to take a break to let his assault rifle cool down between rounds. "Do you know who they are?" Harris was trying to peek over the rocks, but the sun was in his eyes and he could see much, just figures, no real distinction was possible.
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Well, what do you think, yay or nay? any feedback is appreciated, even if its to say it sucks
Modifié par oulzac, 05 février 2010 - 11:28 .
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Overall it's an interesting story. A lot rides on the 1st chapter but see where the series will take you. Just brainstorm ideas and see how the story pans out.
