If you haven’t read the first part of the fan fiction you can find it right

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Like I always do before sharing my writing for the fan fiction, I share with you the game play that inspired it. You can watch it or skip it, the choice it up to you. I just find when you watch the game play you get a better idea of the characters I’m going to write about. Anywho, that’s all for now. Enjoy!

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The Fall

The air smelt stale, as I opened my eyes to find myself not where I thought I would be. The rocky landscape, the zapping echo of lightening, the humming of the monstrous mysterious machinery vibrating through the ground had all gone silent. The only sound I could hear was my heart beating in my ears and the faint whistling breath I released out my nose.

Where was I? This wasn’t Habitat 7 or any place on the Hyperion I knew of. Was I even on the ship? Was I in a room?

Pulling myself to my feet, I tried to find my balance. The empty space made it had to get my bearings but after a faltering step I managed to keep my balance. The black room gave me no clear details of where it began or ended. I could feel my hands and feet but couldn’t see them.

“Transfer at 68%.” That was SAM‘s voice. The computerized harmonics of his voice were distinct enough to recognize, but the volume was almost a whisper.

“SAM, where am I?” I waited for the AI to answer but after a long silent minute I knew he wouldn’t reply. Maybe he couldn’t hear me? Maybe my implant wasn’t working or communications were lost again? “SAM?”

“Transfer at 73%.”

What transfer? Was I being transferred somewhere? Was I locked in some kind of chamber for quarantine? Sure, that last idea was possible with the dangers we came across on the surface. Still, I thought I would remember how I got to this room or what was going on.

I walked towards SAM’s voice, at least I assumed that was the direction SAM’s voice was coming from. The closer I walked the louder his voice became, but before I could call out again I was blinded by a white light. I stepped back, lifting my arms to guard my eyes.

“Sara.” That was dad’s voice.

Unshielding my eyes, I could see we were back on the platform standing before the inner chamber of the tower we had been searching. The humming of the electronics were almost deafening outside, but the moment we stepped into the large chamber everything became muted. There in the center of the room was the large triangular control board, or so we assumed. I felt a pat on my arm, watching my dad walk towards the control board with a smile plastered across his face. Without hesitation I followed on his heels.

“These are the moments that make it all worth while.” He didn’t say it but I heard the words like a memory whispering in the back of my mind. I remembered this room and remembered how dad was able to connect with the control board. He had fixed the weather; stopping the lightening to allow for our shuttle to get off planet.

My stomach turned when a bolting memory shot through my mind. A wave of energy had thrown us out of the room. I had fallen off the platform and landed somewhere below. My throat burned and as I forced myself to swallow I could remember the panic of being unable to breathe.

“Dad, don’t! Something bad is going to happen if you touch that.” I hurried to take his hand, hoping to stop him from reactivating the console. He lifted my hand to the console, before taking a step back. The console hummed louder, as I turned to look back over my shoulder to see my dad was no longer there. Again I was alone.

“Make me proud.” His voice whispered, feeling a pain in my chest like a knife stabbing through my rib cage. There was a high pitch buzzing in my ears as I gripped my head with my hands.

A rush of images darted through my mind – mom, Scott, dad. I saw the Prothean site on Mars and the Citadel where I grew up.

“What’s going on!?” I scream, crumpling to the ground in pain from the buzzing in my head.

“Transfer complete, please stand by.”