Rebirth: The Mass Effect. Book 1

A little bit about what you can read in fanfiction.

Having half written the first part of this fanfiction, I encountered some misunderstanding on the part of the readers. In order to mentally prepare a new reader (I hope there will be more of them =)), I decided to write such a small introductory word.

So.

You found my fanfiction and for some reason you became so interested in it that you opened it to read. Since I am not in favor of the situation with cactus and mice, I want to write a warning in order to eliminate misunderstandings and remove the possibility of future disappointment.

I'll start with the most important thing (personally for the male part of the readers of this site, because, as practice has shown, they are the most nervous).

What you WON'T SEE in this fanfiction:

You won't see the cool Commander Shepard, who defeats enemies in packs, destroys Reapers en masse, racing on the Normandy ahead of the entire fleet and "does the impossible before breakfast and conceives the unthinkable before lunch" (quote from the comment).

You will not see an epic description of how the Great Humanity successfully bends over everyone, destroys the Reapers and begins to dominate the galaxy, mercifully subjugating the Council and all other races.

Be realistic.

It wasn't until 2148 on Mars that people began to study the Archive. For those who cannot calculate, at the time of the start of ME1, it was the 2183rd year, in other words, people only learned about the zero element 35 years ago.

It follows that you will not see equal technological development between humans and other races of the Citadel Space. You won't see dumb Advice. Rulers cannot be as dumb and short-sighted as they are shown in the canon.

You won't see the heroic Anderson. I'm sorry, but I'll show it the way I perceive it, taking into account the books I've read, the comic books, and the dialogues in the game.

You won't see a dumb Rex. You don't have to prove to me that he's a little smarter than a stool. You won't find a tender and vibrant romantic story: the wrong characters are involved in it.

There are still many things that you will not see from what is done in the canon, and vice versa, you will see things that are not shown in this canon itself or shown in a different way.

Farther.

The author is a woman. I love my uncle Обоснуй, and I'm friends with his sister, Logic. If I don't know something, it's a completely different matter.

I am still a living person, and I have the right to make mistakes and ignorance.

Keep this in mind. I'm not a galactic encyclopedia after all!

The main character, on whose behalf the story is being narrated, is a woman.

I want to note — A WOMAN! And not a man in a woman's carcass, a woman with balls and a man with boobs. Woman.

Accordingly, she behaves like a woman, her priorities are somewhat different from those of men, the logic of actions, decision-making, and so on are feminine.

There is no need to whistle about "female logic" and I will not say that there is no concept of "male logic" at all.

The genre is geth.

Not Jen.

It is logical to assume that a romantic line will be developed.

But!

If you are waiting for pink snot and tossing in agonizing attempts to choose between men, this is not for me.

GG is a practical and sensible woman. Not a romantic little girl-waiting-for-a-prince-on-a-white-spaceship, but a cynical, sensible bastard with a developed possessive instinct and not accustomed to denying herself what she wants and can get. Moreover, she knows exactly what she wants, because she is not used to lying to herself.

Again, if you're looking for romance, you're not here.

If you are waiting for a story about the tender and tremulous development of love, again, look for other fanfiction.

If I need to describe sex for some purpose, I will describe it in as much detail as I need it. If not required, I will simply point out that such an event took place. Fic doesn't revolve around sex, but physical intimacy is also a facet of adult communication. It's an important facet that sometimes reveals very interesting character and relationship traits, so spare me the sanctimonious statements about "this is wrong," "this is immoral," "yes, how could she (they/ he)" and all in the same spirit. I still hope that the people reading my work are intelligent beings, and not bad teenagers with sperm splashing in their eyes and people who are not offended by life and consider physical intimacy to be something dirty and low.

If polyandry bothers you, do not read. Don't get upset, and don't upset me. (again, this is most annoying for guys who have a great and trembling love for a harem of GG and a bunch of beauties who are ready to give themselves at any moment and idolize him).

Oh, yes, I almost forgot. GG will have a relationship with the Turians. This is personal for those who are uncomfortable with relationships with aliens.

Farther.

A much-loved conflict that has been going on for 40 chapters (at the time of writing this introduction), and is definitely not going to end.

ABOUT PEOPLE, HUMANITY and THE ALLIANCE

Don't tell me what kind of people are good, decent, kind, noble, loyal, honest... (you can continue the list yourself). People are a mess... Bitchiness. Look at the real world if you have any doubts.

Yes, there are UNIQUE specimens, decorations of our kind. There is. I know this. I know that HUMANITY has enormous potential. I know that people can be good, decent, kind, noble, loyal, honest, and so on. Can. But they don't want to. For the most part. They also laugh at them afterwards, like, look what a sucker. Which is sad.

I don'T shit on people or humanity, I can shit on the ALLIANCE OF SYSTEMS. But it's just sinful not to shit on him. If you think otherwise, first deal with yourself and your thoughts. I write what I think without any hidden meanings or pitfalls. I'm warning you right away.

About the Ghost and Cerberus

There's a pancake...

The ghost is still a pretentious and arrogant jerk, IMHO! To have SUCH an organization, SUCH opportunities, and so it's all fucked up... sorry, it's impractical to use...

It is not necessary to say the very words that Cerberus can be destroyed. It gives me the creeps to imagine how many problems these gonds have... Um, offended high-class specialists can arrange. The reapers will be touched and surprised, looking at the pictures of destruction.

The second MOST favorite stumbling block.

About xenos, xenophobia and xenophilia

For those who did not notice or did not pay attention, or simply did not understand, I will write that GG — Imrir Shepard is a hitman (reborn), she is a metamorph. In other words, he's not a fucking human anymore. She DOESN'T HAVE to love people and write with delight at the sight of her beloved humanity (and she was originally born a human being).

The girl has common sense and quite adequately assesses the prospects of meeting with her native race, and specifically with Cerberus. Since she's far from stupid, she doesn't have the slightest desire to be on the laboratory table. And you'll never prove to me that she won't be there if the truth about her features comes out.

As a metamorph with the ability to transform into anything, as an intelligent being who was reborn not only into humans, the concept of "race" had long since lost its meaning for her. For her, EVERYONE IS XENOS! And people too.

The logical conclusion follows from this: she is deeply indifferent to the race of her friends and lovers. Only one criterion is important — personal qualities. Accordingly, the concepts of "xenophobia" and "xenophilia" in relation to this character are incorrect.

And yes, personally, I (the author) don't like people very much, and I don't care who has what kind of face if I like the character.

Farther.

About the universe and the canon

The AU warning, I believe, clarifies this question, but I'll add it anyway.

I'm writing a fanfiction based on the Mass Effect. I rely on canonical events, while maintaining a VISIBLE correspondence to this canon, i.e., when viewed from the outside, there are no differences from the world described in ME1. I repeat, for those who are used to not noticing the text when reading: A VISIBLE MATCH! In the first chapter, in the words of GG, I describe how the embodied reality develops and according to what laws. Read carefully, or better yet, don't read at all.

I do not pretend to write fiction with "rivets" (as they tried to prove to me), I am not going to make "a realistic book that describes the universe of ME as it should be." Everyone has their own understanding of what this reality should be. I have this. Kind of like everything. If I remember anything, I'll add it.

If you are not repelled by the whole cart written above, have fun reading =)

Rebirth: The Mass Effect

Part 1: Under the Shadow of the Lord

Chapter 1: Hello, new incarnation!

The woman standing at the viewing screen suddenly screamed thinly and sank to the floor, writhing in short convulsions. His eyes rolled back in his head, his hands scrabbled on the metal floor, and wheezing and squawking came out of his throat.

When she was found by two soldiers from the landing group, the woman was sleeping peacefully on the cabin floor. Attempts to wake her up did not lead to anything.

"Darg, we're taking her to Chakwas, you never know what."

"What if... This one?" The fighter waved his hand vaguely.

"I'll distract him, if anything." Derg picked up the unconscious commander in his arms and carried her to the ship's infirmary.

But the check showed nothing: the commander was perfectly healthy and her indicators were no different from the standard data of a sound sleeper.

The tall man asked softly:

"Doctor, what's wrong with her?"

"Sorry, guys... I don't know." the doctor spread her hands in confusion.

"How is she?"

"The indicators are stable. Commander Shepard is just sleeping."

"Let us know when she wakes up."

"I'll give", The doctor nodded, without taking her eyes off the monitors. "Go ahead. In four hours for verification."

The soldiers abruptly turned around and left the infirmary. The doctor sighed heavily and went back to work, carefully examining the readings taken during the strange attack.

"Well, we ran into it." a powerful man, whom a colleague called Darg, muttered.

"Accept it. I would have called anyway."

Derg looked around the deserted dining room, looked out into the corridor.

"Let's do the emergency stuff."

The fighters quietly piled down the emergency stairs to their squad, and a dark-skinned man in the uniform of a captain of the Alliance of Systems Air Force did not see anyone coming down to the living deck.

* * *

The agony of death still dominated my senses, but gradually the phantom pains subsided and subsided, allowing me to take control of my new body. My instincts and sense of danger were silent: my body was safe and no immediate action was required of me.

There were sensations: I felt odors when I inhaled, a metallic taste on my tongue, stiffness of the couch, tingling in my fingertips. Synchronization has ended. My soul settled into a new place, the connections were restored, the aura began to slowly unfold, recreating layer by layer, and I launched a diagnostic of the body. I need to know who I've been thrown into this time.

I was pleased with the result: the body is female, relatively healthy, human, at the peak of its development. An ideal option for rebuilding. Gradually, as my aura unfolds and I assimilate with my soul, my body will change, acquiring the properties that I have managed to consolidate. Regeneration will be activated first, and the soul will begin to adjust the body to itself. As soon as the inner layers unfold and form, the memory of the recipient whose body I occupied will begin to be absorbed.

Was I sorry for the woman whose existence I had so abruptly ended? Not for a moment! My soul went into rebirth without damage and with a decent supply of energy, so the next birth will be extremely successful and happy — this is my compensation, a kind of payment for the interrupted life. And experience tells me that this woman's life would be... Stormy. Very violent and bloody. It doesn't throw me into other destinies...

The second layer unfolded. The racing thoughts calmed down. My mind has cleared, my psyche has stabilized, as far as the concept of a stable psyche applies to me, and my mind has become clearer. The third layer will take several hours to open and give me power over my body. The fourth will unfold by the end of the day, and with the activation of the fifth, I will begin to absorb information from the host's brain. Means... sleep. A short mental command, and my mind obediently went out, plunging me into sleep.

The unfolding of the layer has completed, awakening consciousness. A feeling of life appeared on the edge of perception, a beating of some powerful energy, and MEMORY unfolded in front of me. The memory of a woman named Imrir Shepard.

Looking through the stingy, partially incomplete memories, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the realization of WHAT embodied reality I was thrown into this time!

The Mass Effect!

I never thought that I would ever be reborn in the embodied reality formed on the egregore of this game! I'm usually thrown into magical or less technically advanced worlds. And here is the first truly developed world, a space civilization and all that, and I had to get into THIS reality! No, well, it's necessary! The Mass Effect...

I don't dispute that I liked the game in some ways, the universe is interesting, the characters are colorful, but there's no fucking desire to live in it! Moreover, there is a female variation of Shepard in the carcass, full of orphans and a hero... No, the Butcher of the ill-fated Torfan! Well, at least I didn't get into the paragon man, the hero of the Alliance, and that's good. But she could have. John and Jane are here.

Can you die while the soul has not yet taken root and you can go to another life without getting a kickback from the lost reality? A short mental order, the heart stops, and hello, a new rebirth. And no Reapers for you!

Just thinking about these creatures and the coming galactic Apocalypse made me feel deeply depressed and longed to escape to the next world. It's better to go back to the zombies! At least they're familiar and they don't bother you.

Stop.

Something got me carried away. The wave of emotions subsided as quickly as it had formed. Unpleasant. I have enough of my own tricks without serious problems with the disfigured psyche of the recipient, which will manifest themselves in such emotional outbursts until I gain full control over the body.