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ME Andromeda Fan Fiction: Part 2 – The Fall

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.”

 

ME Andromeda Fan fiction: Zero Day

Before you begin reading, I would suggest you watch the video below. This will explain the events mentioned in the fan fiction and help you piece together some of the things I elude to. This, of course, is just a suggestion. So, if you are here just for the fan fiction please enjoy.

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ZERO DAY

“When people look back on this – and they will – they’ll remember we didn’t give up. We kept dreaming. That our first, few faltering steps in Andromeda were the beginning of everything they know.”

Dad’s words echoed in my head like a corrupted data file. The overwhelming feeling of needing to succeed rested on our backs. 20,000 lives depended on us to find them a new home. As amazing as that felt… the pressure was high now that we were stuck in a place we knew little about.

The shuttle shuddered in the turbulence of the strange energy cloud that snaked its way across the Heleus Cluster, reaching out towards the world we were supposed to call home. As I looked out the window towards the Ark Hyperion tangled in the branches of the cloud I couldn’t help but feel a wave of dread for what was to come.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go down. The plan was to sleep for 600 years and wake up in a new galaxy where we wouldn’t have these problems. We were supposed to wake up to new Golden Worlds to turn into the new homes of the Milky Way species and create a diplomatic order around peace and new discovery.

Those plans were now bust. Nothing we had planned was working out so far.

Shaking my head, I tried to rid myself of the fogginess I felt from the lingering drugs in my system. Being in stasis for 600 years has its side effects, but being ordered to take part in a mission run by your dad after just waking up from said 600 year nap is another thing.

Tough love? Some would call it that, but it was more trying to live up to the Ryder name. My father back in the Milky Way had been an N7 – a respected soldier of the Alliance – until his dishonorable discharge. Somehow he had been given the chance to become the Human Pathfinder to the Initiative. His mission now, to find a new home, and as his daughter that was big shoes to fill.

With a deep breath, I looked out the window again towards the snaking energy anomaly. We wouldn’t have even considered touching down on Habitat 7 if our Ark wasn’t stuck in that mess. We were supposed to go to the Nexus, meeting ground for all the Arks travelling to the Andromeda Galaxy. Another thing that didn’t work out.

Captain Dunn, the one responsible for getting our Ark to safety, wasn’t able to contact the Nexus and so now we were heading to explore a home that by first glance looked like a death trap. I signed up for adventure, so I guess I got exactly what I was looking for.

“How’s your brother doing?” Fisher’s voice buzzed away in the earpiece of my helmet. I glanced over my shoulder to see him sitting behind the pilot’s seat.

Fisher had been one of the Pathfinder Team members I had gotten to meet back in the Milky Way. He was friends with my twin brother, Scott. They met on some mission or at some conference while watching over one of the Relays. He was a good shot but shit at poker – or so I was told.

“Lexi says he’s stable – she has to put him in a coma until his brain starts working right… or something like that.” I tried to explain, unsure if what I was saying was even making any sense.

Waking from stasis is like waking up after a long, hard night of drinking. Your body feels heavy, breathing makes you want to vomit, and every sound is louder than it actually is. Pair that with people poking you and asking you questions it isn’t easy to think straight, yet along form coherent sentences. After two cups of coffee I still felt like shit, but according to the doctors and my SAM implant I was normal. Normal, of course, was great until our ship marooned on the anomaly knocking out gravity in the cryo bay and causing my brother’s stasis pod to malfunction. Normal quickly went downhill from there.

“You know Scott – he’s stubborn as hell, I wouldn’t worry about ‘im.” Fisher gave me a thumbs up before turning back to manning the coms that kept us in contact with Shuttle One – where my dad and his second-in-command, Cora, was.

I didn’t want to tell Fisher that wasn’t I too worried about Scott. My mind was busy digesting everything it had gone through prior to stepping foot on the shuttle. I was trying to psych myself up for what was to come. My brother was safe on the Hyperion under the care of the best doctors in the Andromeda Galaxy. What worried me was the mysteries awaiting me and the rest of the Pathfinder Team on what was supposed to be ‘New Earth’.

 

PART 2: THE FALL

The Forest: Tents But No Nudists (Part 4)

-Tents But No Nudists-

So, got across the river fine. Got a freaking rock in my converse and my pants are soaked but couldn’t be worse right?

That there was sarcasm. If you don’t know sarcasm you’re nothing to me. Then again… I’m writing to myself and therefore I know what sarcasm is and therefore I mean something to me… I don’t know I think I have a concussion or something… don’t ask me questions… or me don’t ask me questions!

I haven’t even been out here for a day and I’m already going crazy…

Anyways, walked along this path. I’m guessing that something made this a while back as it appears pretty clear asides from one tree, oh and a big freakin’ hole in the ground. I’m thinking this was one of those sights where they tested nukes back in the day. I wouldn’t know if this place is freaking radiated – I have no geiger counter. Maybe I could gig one up out of pop cans and microchips… I’m sure if I’m desperate enough I could MacGyver anything… although I’m more like a Bear Grylls when it comes to down to it.

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So… yeah… a big hole in the ground too steep for me to climb down unless my goal is to kill myself, which here’s a shocker, it isn’t. I’ll make sure to stay away from that thing unless I need to go down there. Here’s to hoping I don’t need to go there…

Continuing along the path I saw something bright orange in the distance. At first I thought prisoners with the bright neon orange through the trees, then I thought hunters. Turns out is wasn’t either of those. It was a freaking tent. Well not just one… at least four from my counting and behind them were some wooden structures of some sort. I made camp for the night, thinking maybe the owners of the neon tents would return.

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Nope. Nothing. No one… not even those nudists.

I should stop trying to find them and instead make camp somewhere… maybe near fresh water and a constant food source. If I do that maybe they will find me. Nothing could go wrong with that.

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The Forest: Discovered the Cockpit (Part 3)

|Cockpit and Microchips|

I didn’t have to travel too far through the woods to make it to a water source. A thin river and from the taste of it salt water meaning I’m close to an ocean. Bad news, I won’t be able to drink the water. Good news, I have pop and mini alcohol bottles to keep me hydrated until I do… hopefully.

I followed downstream over some rough terrain until I saw what looked to be the cockpit of the plane resting in the middle of the water on an island. The closer I got the more suitcases I found, meaning more supplies.

Everything’s coming up Milhouse I guess…

Upon closer investigation of the cockpit I found some microchips and a flare gun. Unfortunately the pilot and co-pilot didn’t survive. The blackbox was damaged, and it’s not like I could really use it for anything anyways… so I left it in the cockpit.

I buried the two bodies on the shoreline across the way in hopes that would keep the larger predators away. The flare gun may scare the small one’s off, but bears in Canada are known to be bold.

I sat along the shoreline to recover my strength. Ate a candy bar (I hate Skor they make my teeth stick together) and a Orange Crush. Those won’t last me long… so hopefully I find those nudists who took my son within the next couple of days.

I don’t know why I took the microchips from the plane. I’m guessing out of habit, since I collect that kind of stuff to upgrade computers back in New York. Maybe with enough willpower I can make a router or maybe upgrade my cellphone to boost a signal or something…

Whatever, I’ll figure out some use for them… I should keep moving…

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The Forest: Scavenging What Remains (Part 2)

|Tennis Balls Suck|

Okay… I have some good news and bad news.

Good news, I found myself an axe.

Bad new, the stewardess is dead.

Now before you freak out, no I did not – I stress DID NOT – kill the stewardess. The best I can come up with is the emergency axe came loose during the flight and lodged itself in her chest.

I guess I won’t be axing her what happened…

Too soon? Yeah… too soon…

Anyways, I looked around the crash site in hopes that maybe my son was wandering around but it appears my worst fears have come true.

Nudists have taken my child.

Asides from my worst fears being realized I broken open some of the suitcases laying about and found supplies. Cloth, snack bars, alcohol, and money. If I was in Vegas I’d be having a blast right now.

Oh, and note to future self – if you ever go on a plane again don’t pack freaking tennis balls. They are useless!

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How the heck am I going to survive on tennis balls!?

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The Forest: My Plane Crashed & Timmy’s Gone

|The Crash|

Gah, my head’s killing me. I know there is a better time to be writing this but I don’t want to forget anything that’s happened in case it comes in handy later during the lawsuit.

My son – Timmy (his mother named him not me… I wanted Inigo Montoya… but she said no) – and I (James) were traveling to visit family in Vancouver (Canada) when the plane hit turbulence and was torn apart. I blacked out from what I’m guess was sudden decompression and woke up in a haze… at least I think I woke up… maybe I was dreaming…

Anyways, I believe I woke up to some naked guy with red body paint looming over me and my son. I couldn’t do anything… I… I think he was taken – Timmy not body paint guy.

I blacked out again and woke up some time later to birds chirping. I was laying in the aisle of the plane. I ate the open plane food and took some mystery meds. Honestly… didn’t read the label and don’t care what the side-effects are now that my head doesn’t feel like a freaking drum.

Lucky me, my backpack stayed under the seat so I have my notebook and picture of my son. I’ll scavenge what I can from this mess and hopefully find something that will tell me where I am… if not… I don’t know what I’m going to do.

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