Everything ended when the Reapers attacked. Humanity wasn't ready, none of the race's was. Shepard did what he had to, he lost everything, but in the end it still was not enough. In his last moments Shepard exploded with every inch of power he had and got crushed mercilessly. He died and darkness consumed the universe. That should've been the end of the story, but somehow, somewhere a little light always survives. And so it begins anew, but will he walk the same path?

A Mass Effect Trilogy Novelisation.

John Shepard was born on Earth, experiencing life on the streets before joining the Alliance Navy and becoming a hero of humanity. But it is only after nearly being killed by a Prothean beacon does he rise to become the only man that can stop the annihilation of the galaxy.

This story will cover Mass Effect, Mass Effect 2 and Mass Effect 3, while touching on comics and books.

A race that are the masters of war and violence discovers their true origin along with the darkness of the Mass Effect,

 How would the galaxy react to a race that is not dependent on the Mass Effect physics as they are?

 How would the reapers react to a race that had been preparing for a long time to destroy them?

These thoughts are more of just a concept than anything deep like the RE fan-fic idea. So these will be just a few short paragraphs compared to the last two. Now on any of my chapters in here, feel free to leave criticisms, because I'm not really thinking too in-depth so there's room for error.

Firstly, I know it's kind of overdone but BHNA. Yeah, yeah I can hear you typing furiously say it's cliche and there are too many already. But I'll say this, when was the last time you saw one of the many BNHA fan-fics last more than fifty chapters? Maybe once I've actually seen it happen, and it was one of those travelling the multiverse collecting harem members type of fan-fiction. Currently, A Knight's Will is taking place in My Hero Academia, and it's been better than that. But I'm ranting, you guys want to hear my idea. So, I was thinking that since the manga is based on western superhero comics, why not add in a Western superhero? Someone like Spider-Man or Captain America, maybe even the Hulk. There are loads of heroes who would fit in, so why not use them? (By the way, my personal vote is for Spider-Man) It doesn't even have to be the actual hero, it could be someone who wakes up in their body.

You know, while there are a few fan-fiction that use either DC or Marvel as a setting, they don't really bring much new content. Most will just make the MC a Kryptonian or Speedster, some may use Asgardian. I haven't really seen them use Saiyans or other anime races. So, why not bring a Saiyan into Marvel? Yeah, Saiyans are over-used, but it's for a good reason: They make characters strong, but not without effort. Sure, a low-level Saiyan can wipe out the population of a planet but if it's Marvel Earth, then there are plenty who could do the same.

I'm actually surprised that no one has done a Mass Effect fan-fic, there's lots of possibilities there. Especially if You want to change the endings of the original trilogy. Sure, it's a lot easier to use non-game fiction but there's a Halo fan-fic on the site right now, so why not Mass Effect?

So, those are just three short ideas for fan-fics. I'll try and make the next one a little bit more detailed but it will probably be a while.

So, I have these ideas float around my head constantly. I figured since I'm not using them, someone else could. If you read them and feel like writing about it, feel free. I'd rather focus on my own novel, so they are fair game for anybody. I'd love to read them if they are ever used.

We have been talking about how growing trees might help solve global warming.

Since the carbon would need to be kept from burning (or being eaten). We have also discussed launching tree trunks into space. Building solar powered mass accelerators.  

It is an intriguing concept.  Authors like Jules Verne, Author Conan Doyle, and others might have written that type of story.

Tree trunks attached at ends to create triangles.
Creating a vast sun shield.  Or a simple ring to encircle the orbit.

It might take the human work of 'Waldo Operators' to move and arrange those trees.  Working planet side, those people would be 'orbital foresters'.

Using slingshot orbits, the trees might be sent to the moon.  Stuck into the surface like a pin cushion.

Using the moon for slingshot effect, the trees might be sent to Planet Mars.   On hand for the terriforming projects by Mars colonists.

Sadly, a cartoonist's view is best left on paper.  The ideas are trashy.  Taking our problems and shipping them somewhere else.  

It is important to understand.  That kind of 'science-ish' fantasy fiction is mostly a century old.

We should grow more trees.  We must stop uncontrolled trash dumping.  We should not buy products that leave behind enduring wrappings. 

In the next chapter, I will suggest that we create Genetic Modified Organisms that would be better than trees.

Expositionary Discourse.  The target is levity, but my aim might not be reliable.  Please leave me kind reviews!  This series will update with no advance schedule.

Item #: SCP-082
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures:Enlarged living quarters located at Armed Bio-Containment Area-14 have been appropriated for the suppression and appeasement of SCP-082. While standard weapons have little effect in policing SCP-082, cooperation is easily attained through a charade; subject is currently under the impression that it has been made the King of France and that its containment area is actually a grand palace designed for its protection. All interacting personnel are to be made aware of this charade and are ordered to follow the ruse. Housekeeping personnel are to be Class D personnel only.
Guards tasked with the containment of SCP-082 are to be given Level-2 clearance, but are instructed to refrain from interacting directly with SCP-082.
Description: SCP-082 is genetically human; however, through some process (either chemical, hormonal, cancerous, or supernatural), SCP-082 has grown to giant proportions. Approximately 2.4 meters tall (around 8 ft) and weighing over 310 kg (about 700 lb), SCP-082's physical characteristics are grossly disproportional. It has a slightly pointed balding head, a large rounded chin and jaw, a bulbous nose, and dark sunken eyes. Subject is both overweight and possesses a great amount of muscle mass. Forearms are muscular and dangerous, with a circumference of about 71 cm (about 28 in). The breadth of the subject's fist is nearly 30 cm along the knuckles (almost 12 in). Though feet are large, they are small in proportion to subject's body (men's size 14 US). Subject's skin is tanned dark and overall physical appearance is compounded by numerous scars (the results of years of attempts at suppression and containment). Most X-rays have been difficult to interpret because of the high density of its muscle tissue, but scans have revealed countless bullets and even several knife and sword blades lodged in SCP-082's flesh.
SCP-082 refers to itself as Fernand and speaks fluent French and heavily accented English. When it speaks, it does so through enormous, clenched teeth. SCP-082 only parts teeth to eat food and to sing. Subject will sing songs of its own pleasing, ranging from forgotten Victorian Era bar songs to modern classical, typically while cooking and eating. SCP-082 does not comb the hair on the sides of its head, but does cut it, and shaves with a large butcher knife originally provided for food preparation. It should be noted that even facial hair is exaggerated, a single strand being as thick as a millimeter (similar in thickness and appearance to graphite of a mechanical pencil). Occasionally, SCP-082 will clench its teeth so hard that the gums bleed, but it is not known why. This is considered normal.
The demeanor of SCP-082 is very amicable and carefree. SCP-082 has accrued a wide wardrobe over its time of incarceration, and it enjoys dressing up in many different fashions, including formal wear, military uniform, as a clown, and in women's clothing. New pieces should be made available upon request. Subject often attempts to joke and is usually polite to personnel, often inviting them to dinner. However, visiting personnel should be aware that at any moment, SCP-082 is capable of attacking and voraciously eating others. Subject will often apologize for its lack of manners for interrupting someone's conversation by devouring their head while making a mess of his quarters. SCP-082's jaw is strong enough to crack bone, and it seems to enjoy skulls. Attacks are seemingly at random with no motivation—whether or not subject has recently eaten has no effect on this cannibalistic hunger.
SCP-082 is incapable of differentiating fact from fiction when he reads it or watches television/films. On several occasions, SCP-082 has expressed a great desire to meet his favorite person, Hannibal Lecter, and subject will believe that all television programming is some form of reality television. Though subject has shown heightened intelligence in the form of memory and puzzle-solving, the concepts of parody, satire, and fiction are beyond its understanding. SCP-082 apparently understands the concept of lying, has shown to know when others are blatantly lying, and generally tells obvious falsehoods when asked about its past. According to SCP-082, he is:

A vampire
A homunculus
Big Bird
André the Giant
Napoleon
Obelix (sidekick of Asterix)
Dr. Bright
The Hulk
Alexander The Great
Captain Hook
Sherlock Holmes
Dr. Frankenstein
Frankenstein's Monster

When questioned about these lies he gives the excuse, "But I only lie when it's through my teeth!"

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

Item #: SCP-082
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: Enlarged living quarters located at Armed Bio-Containment Area-14 have been appropriated for the suppression and appeasement of SCP-082. While standard weapons have little effect in policing SCP-082, cooperation is easily attained through a charade; subject is currently under the impression that it has been made the King of France and that its containment area is actually a grand palace designed for its protection. All interacting personnel are to be made aware of this charade and are ordered to follow the ruse. Housekeeping personnel are to be Class D personnel only.
Guards tasked with the containment of SCP-082 are to be given Level-2 clearance, but are instructed to refrain from interacting directly with SCP-082.
Description: SCP-082 is genetically human; however, through some process (either chemical, hormonal, cancerous, or supernatural), SCP-082 has grown to giant proportions. Approximately 2.4 meters tall (around 8 ft) and weighing over 310 kg (about 700 lb), SCP-082's physical characteristics are grossly disproportional. It has a slightly pointed balding head, a large rounded chin and jaw, a bulbous nose, and dark sunken eyes. Subject is both overweight and possesses a great amount of muscle mass. Forearms are muscular and dangerous, with a circumference of about 71 cm (about 28 in). The breadth of the subject's fist is nearly 30 cm along the knuckles (almost 12 in). Though feet are large, they are small in proportion to subject's body (men's size 14 US). Subject's skin is tanned dark and overall physical appearance is compounded by numerous scars (the results of years of attempts at suppression and containment). Most X-rays have been difficult to interpret because of the high density of its muscle tissue, but scans have revealed countless bullets and even several knife and sword blades lodged in SCP-082's flesh.
SCP-082 refers to itself as Fernand and speaks fluent French and heavily accented English. When it speaks, it does so through enormous, clenched teeth. SCP-082 only parts teeth to eat food and to sing. Subject will sing songs of its own pleasing, ranging from forgotten Victorian Era bar songs to modern classical, typically while cooking and eating. SCP-082 does not comb the hair on the sides of its head, but does cut it, and shaves with a large butcher knife originally provided for food preparation. It should be noted that even facial hair is exaggerated, a single strand being as thick as a millimeter (similar in thickness and appearance to graphite of a mechanical pencil). Occasionally, SCP-082 will clench its teeth so hard that the gums bleed, but it is not known why. This is considered normal.
The demeanor of SCP-082 is very amicable and carefree. SCP-082 has accrued a wide wardrobe over its time of incarceration, and it enjoys dressing up in many different fashions, including formal wear, military uniform, as a clown, and in women's clothing. New pieces should be made available upon request. Subject often attempts to joke and is usually polite to personnel, often inviting them to dinner. However, visiting personnel should be aware that at any moment, SCP-082 is capable of attacking and voraciously eating others. Subject will often apologize for its lack of manners for interrupting someone's conversation by devouring their head while making a mess of his quarters. SCP-082's jaw is strong enough to crack bone, and it seems to enjoy skulls. Attacks are seemingly at random with no motivation—whether or not subject has recently eaten has no effect on this cannibalistic hunger.
SCP-082 is incapable of differentiating fact from fiction when he reads it or watches television/films. On several occasions, SCP-082 has expressed a great desire to meet his favorite person, Hannibal Lecter, and subject will believe that all television programming is some form of reality television. Though subject has shown heightened intelligence in the form of memory and puzzle-solving, the concepts of parody, satire, and fiction are beyond its understanding. SCP-082 apparently understands the concept of lying, has shown to know when others are blatantly lying, and generally tells obvious falsehoods when asked about its past. According to SCP-082, he is:
A vampire
A homunculus
Big Bird
André the Giant
Napoleon
Obelix (sidekick of Asterix)
Dr. Bright
The Hulk
Alexander The Great
Captain Hook
Sherlock Holmes
Dr. Frankenstein
Frankenstein's Monster
When questioned about these lies he gives the excuse, "But I only lie when it's through my teeth!"

This is our list of logs that the SCP foundation has been keep secret, and they are now free to the public. But beware of what you are going to read about because it will cause you to lose all hope and satisfaction you had. After all, the SCP's main role is to contain, protect, secure and if anyone tries to stop them they will feel the wrath if the foundation and your life will be terminated.

So you have been warned.

P.S: THIS IS NOT OWN BY ME BUT THE SCP WEBSITE AND ALL CREDIT SHOULD GO TO THE FOUNDATION AND THE AUTHOR. ALSO, I WILL BE STARTING A SCP STORY ABOUT A SCP THAT I HAD CREATED, BUT FIRST I NEED TO SPREAD THE SCP UNIVERSE IN THIS WEBSITE AND APP SO PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THE SCP FOUNDATION AND IT GREAT AUTHOR AND FOLLOWER. PLEASE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND VISIT THE WEBSITE. LINK IS BELOW 
{ http://www.scpwiki.com/scp-series }

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When your a child, your mother shields your eyes when they think you might see something unpleasant. Although in many cases, some mothers can take this a step to far, and continue to criticize your adult decisions. Such as, in learning the reality of real world issues like capital punishment. In my case, it took learning about issues like capital punishment to truly understand the barbarity of state murder, despite the innate contradictory nature of my own sexuality. But sexuality is not something that you have to let control your life.

But there are also mothers that don't shield enough from the horrors of reality from their children: this is often the case when children are raised as orphans, such as in the case of Cosette in Les Miserables. It's a tricky issue to resolve, and so far it seems, an issue that society isn't any closer to amending for the future time. In particular, the tricky balance of whether to let a child see a young woman have her head chopped off, in the case of public executions by the guillotine. Not a problem now, but a problem that was a plague in France from 1793-1930. At some point a young person is going to learn about these realties.

But more pressing, is the issue of why society would choose to execute someone in that manner in general. There have been various studies that show that execution by guillotine can even allow a severed head to stay alive for upwards to thirty seconds, but usually averaging about fifteen seconds. While in more recent years, this was reserved for mass murder, like bank robbing, it has been used in Ken and Barbie murder cases, as in the case in the novel Therese Requin.

I take perhaps an unusual position, partially because of the nature of my clinical vampire blood lust. Take for example, that I find myself turned on by the site of young women being publicly beheaded by guillotine. Those comes despite that I find them being executed morally repulsive. This is similar to watching a Japanese animation, where you might be turned on by the subject matter, but you end up feeling really guilty afterward, and in the case of Elfen Lied, perhaps one of most literary science fiction animations of all time, along the lines of Now And Then Here And There.

The solution to me seems apparently obvious, though its still an issue that society needs to address: to me, once you turn sixteen, you are no longer a child in my eyes. Often people's world views are shaped at ages even younger than this, such as I was after watching movies like A King In Alladin's Palace. I don't think that the movie theater industry, if it continues to proliferate despite the emergence of hard core crony capitalism, is in any business to raise our children. Thing like public executions in works of fiction should be uncensored, the same effect that someone who is thirteen seeing their mother beheaded in public.

It is primarily the prerogative of parents ultimately to decide how much their child should handle. Baring in mind that shielding a young person from worldly realities can server to further mentally scar someone when they do, finally, see one of their friends who is a murder, beheaded in public. The fact that the guillotine was moved in private, and eventually abolished (Albert Camus would be proud, he's the man) is not enough.

We must keep capital punishment from happening again.

That is the only way to protect the innocence of the young.

Before the second civil war, that broke the broken American Union into several smaller national units.

Set in the fictional Tennessean city of Chatlanta, where virtual reality is being newly developed, and the line between dreams and reality blur. A writer who has a hard time finishing a story, is in search for love.

The playful hacker accidentally courts an assassin/spy for a rival US micro-nation, and decides to rebuild her dead acquaintance to give her a second chance. Interspersed are dreams about being hunted by cannibalistic serial killers, and essays about the nature of the game-design industry.

Author Note: This work is half way finished,  the next half is being plotted.

-Recently published fic, with a different take on SI with him being not an OP unkillable cheats MC but instead just a politician/businessman~ You get sick of delusional Mary Sue "OPMC" after a while.

Sypnosis: Coming to terms with being reborn? Doable. Finding out you're in the Mass Effect universe? Slightly more difficult. I know I'm no soldier material but I want to do what I can to help save the galaxy. To that goal I will become one of the worst beings in human society. A businessman and politician. A SI/OC-story of a different kind.
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Chapter 1

My story began when I turned eighteen. The age when you become a fully responsible adult in the eyes of the government.
Well, theoretically my story began even earlier. To be precise it began more than a hundred years ago and in a different reality. A reality where a series of games existed called Mass Effect. A game that became my new reality.

I never found out how or even why. In the end, I didn't care much about it.

At first, I even thought that I was just reborn into the future. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Humanity was still confined to the Sol-System and had colonies on Luna and Mars. There was nothing that screamed Mass Effect at me, it just looked and felt like the future.
But that changed from one day to the next, when it was announced that alien ruins had been found on Mars. They called these aliens Protheans.

I swear my heart stopped for a moment when I heard the news.
At that moment I was already 23 years old and came to terms with the whole being reborn long ago. But hearing that I wasn't just reborn but flung into a different reality was something else.
The first thing I did after the news was that I checked the internet for BioWare and Mass Effect.
I got dozens of hits for BioWare but none for Mass Effect.
Not. A. Single. One!
It seemed like they never had the idea for that series.
But there was something I would call a ray of hope, BioWare made a KotoR 3 and it was great! Just some information by the side.

But back to the situation at hand.

I knew what would be coming, the first contact war with the Turians, the whole trope of humanity becoming part of the Citadel, Cerberus and of course the Reapers and the galactic war with them.
While I looked out of the window of my apartment onto the skyline of London and the Thames I pondered what options I had.
I could do nothing and live my life to the fullest and hope that Shepard would do the right thing and destroy the Reapers or I could try to meddle with the future and prepare humanity and the rest of the galaxy as best as I could.

The means to do something meaningful were available to me. When my father died he left me his mining-company and the beginnings of a company centered around starship construction. I was fifteen at the time and couldn't take control of the company just yet. My mother died three years before him and I suspected he never really recovered from it. He wasn't a bad father, far from it, he did try, but he was broken inside. For me it was hard too, losing your mother is never easy even for someone who had already lived another life. It probably helped that I wasn't born aware of my old life so that I truly could form a connection with my new parents. The first memories came slowly when I was 8 years old and would continue for the next to years before I would understand that those weren't vivid dreams but memories of a previous life. And when mom died the shock released probably them all and I remembered fully.

After dad died I would concentrate on learning everything I could about business, economy and starship engineering. In my old life I already had a degree in business and economy so I wasn't that hard to (re-)learn it but starship engineering and engineering, in general, was something else. Especially, since there were a hundred years more to it than I knew of. Concepts and theories I had never heard of and scientist of my old life would never have thought of, yet.

But I was determined to make my dad's dream true. He had always spoken of how he would have loved to explore the stars and to see different planets. That was why he was branching out into starship construction.

I still remembered when I was six or seven and dad took me out into the wild for camping. We looked up into the night sky, away from any city and could see the stars. He had this faraway look in his eyes when he spoke to me. "Son", to this day I remember what he said with an impossible clarity "we humans have always wondered what is out there in the galaxy and now we're on the verge of finding out. I feel it deep in my heart. That's why I want to fly up there one day and just explore. Seeing new things, sights no human ever set sights on before. That is my dream and I hope you will find a dream of your own one day." I could only nod at his words and thought how cool my dad was.

After his death, I swore I would make his dream come true in his stead.

Officially, I took control over the companies when I turned eighteen but practically that happened two years later when I got my degree in business and economy.

Hey, don't think that took to long for one who was already practiced in it. I studied engineering with a focus on starships by the side which took me one more year to get my degree in.

For the next two years, after I took over and had to fire one or two of the executive part for embezzling, helped consolidate my position in the company, not gonna lie, I focused on expanding on our mining operations first. Processed resources were always something needed and in an age of space exploration in was even more needed. Especially when I wanted to build my own starships one day. To produce the materials needed for construction would make production cheaper and in the end, I could make more money with them even if sold cheaper than those of my rivals.
To that goal, I hired some scientists and engineers to invent equipment that would make mining easier, cheaper and faster.
It took them six months but they constructed VI-controlled drones that helped the workers immensely with breaking up the minerals in the soil and refining them into useable materials. It worked like a charm and my company saw exponential growth for the next two years and it didn't stop there because the team that created the drones continued to make them even better or finding new areas where and how those drones could be used. Furthermore, my mining company grew to the point that it encompassed 41% of all extraterrestrial mining operations and was still growing.
All the while the starship company slowly grew as well and the cheap materials allowed for experimentation with design.

But that was the furthest thing from my mind at the moment because I was still pondering the question of what I should do.

I could let the events of the games play out and hope for the best or I could do something. I wasn't sure what I could do. Supporting Shepard? That was a given but how should I do it? I didn't have any special abilities, biotics weren't even a thing yet, nor did a have a technological superior combat suit, moreover I wasn't even a soldier or even had the potential to be one. My Sister, in my previous life, was one and told me that I would never survive military life. Proud as I was I disagreed and she dared me to spend one week with her doing standard exercises.
Waking up at dawn, training, doing chores and more training. I barely survived the first day and at the end of the third, I truly hated her.
After the week, she told me that that wasn't even the hardest that she experienced and I couldn't fathom how I could survive an even harder regime. Pride shattered, I agreed with her that military life wasn't for me.

Thinking about my sister, let me smile. She had been six years older than me and had always watched over me. Every time I needed help or needed advice, I just had to ask. In this life, I was an orphan with no sibling that I could turn to, so I looked in the past to find an answer.
For the next ten minutes, I just looked out the window, reminiscing, interrupted only by sipping on my glass of Irish whiskey.

Then suddenly something my sister once said flew through my mind and the thought let me stand up on reflex.
A grin came over my face when I remembered her words.
"You know, if you even had only a half the interest in politics that you have in business, you could probably become president in less than twelve years. After all, you have a way with words, you probably could sell sand in the desert and make a killing with it."

At the time I just laughed and asked her if she would like to invest in my business but now, now her words truly struck something in me. A path opened up before me. A path that would lead me to the center of the action while away from the battlefields. A way to truly move something, to prepare for the Reapers, to make things better in the galaxy even after the Reapers were dealt with.

I knew what I wanted to do, what I wanted to be.

Neither Anderson nor Udina would stand in my way.

I would become the human councilor!

"Well, it seemed like I made my decision of what to do and I even had a goal to boot! Becoming the human councilor would let me have a direct influence on galactic politics and events.

But that would be far off into the future. If I remembered the timeline it would take something between 32 to 36 years before the events of Mass Effect happened, hell it would take a decade before the first contact war with the Turians.

That thought let me stop. I knew that in a few years the Turians would attack Shanxi and my knowledge could help prevent it but the question was, should I?

My foreknowledge could be interpreted as a kind of time travel, where the traveler tries to change events in the past to create a better future. But by using his knowledge of what is to come he could make these events happen in the first place or he changes the events and instead of a positive effect on the future it is even worse than before.

Still pondering the question I poured myself another glass of whiskey. Was it my second or already my third? I didn't know, thinking of monumental and history-altering decisions lets you ignore such minor things.

Taking a small sip, I cherished the light burning in my throat, reminding me that this was real and no fabrication of my mind. Well, maybe it was but was reality truly something different than a fabrication of our mind? It takes the information of our surroundings and interprets them, the result is what we call reality. Who can say that my previous life on earth in the 21st century was real and not just a bad dream of some kind of animal?

For me, the reality was the here and now, my reality was the beginnings of the Mass Effect universe. No, it wasn't just the Mass Effect universe, it was my Mass Effect universe. Who could say what the future would bring? Maybe my being here had already changed things irredeemably from the original timeline. Did ME even have an original timeline? Take a look at Shepard for example, he or she could be born on earth, on Mindoir or in space. Different places and probably different parents. And do not forget that Shepard could become the survivor of Akuze, the Butcher of Torfan or the Hero of Elysium. And that are all variables before the game even begins, I don't wanna even discuss the different classes that Shepard could be because that would mean differences in his/her training.

Another question was if I could even influence the coming events. The answer to that was a resounding no. I had no pull in any government and even if I had it would be useless because the System Alliance didn't exist yet. They would be founded in the coming years in response to the discovery of the Prothean ruins or was it because of the Charon Relay? No matter, I would wait and then start to make myself vital to the Alliance. They would be the key player in galactic politics for humanity and being a part of them would give me the chance to become councilor later on. Furthermore, they would be the military arm of humanity as well and it would do well to support them if we wanted to have a better chance at repelling the Reapers.

In the end, my decision on what to do was as simple as it was complicated. I would let things play out and deal with them as they come. No more worrying about deviating events or possible futures, no human being was made to control the future and anyone who thought differently was a fool. You could influence the possibility of a specific future but never dictate all details.

With that decision, my mind began to formulate a 'battleplan' for the immediate future. I would need a strong support base to truly change anything and just expanding my mining business wouldn't do the trick. That didn't mean I wouldn't expand in that sector, oh I definitely would expand there, materials would become even more valuable but I had to branch out. My still small starship company "Ad Astra" would be a key in the coming years. I would try to become the major supplier of space vessels for the Alliance, which would give me an entry in the political arena of the Alliance that I could later use as a stepping stone to the Citadel.

Another thing was that I could try to support the invention and development of technology apart from Element-Zero and mass effect, remembering the revelation that the mass relays and the citadel were built by the Reapers to control the development of galactic civilizations and guide them down a specific path. And what about the end of Mass Effect 3? Did the crucible render the mass relays unusable or could they still be used? I didn't know but I would work on the assumption that they would not. Hope for the best and be prepared for the worst. That was a good motto to hold onto.

What else could be done?

That question swirled through my mind and dozens of ideas came up, some dismissed but some held promise.
Weapons for example, not just small arms, no, weapons for ships, maybe even orbital defense like those in Halo. That was an interesting thought. Why try to think up everything from scratch when hundreds of fictional ideas could work? After all, something was just so long fiction until somebody brought it into reality. Mass Effect was something fictional before and now it was real, at least to me.

The rough outline of my plan for the next ten years was done. I would expand my mining business, "Ad Astra" and branch out into weapon development and other technological avenues.
Moreover, I would try to become a key player in the Alliance itself, it would be easier while it was still young and not recognized as the power it would become.

I smiled as my gaze wandered over the skyline of London at night.
My glass raised to a toast I remembered the old Chinese curse.
"May we live in interesting times."

I hope you liked the first chapter of 'Intersting Times'.
As you could read it is an SI/OC story but I hope somewhat different from the normal ones.
Most SI-stories that I read about where about how someone tries to change the galaxy as
a member of Shepards team, an SI that changes the canon as a soldier with a weapon in hand.
Don't get me wrong there are some pretty good ones but I wanted to do something uncommon.
I love those ME-fics that have a different humanity and the politics that happen in them, the interaction between
characters that have political power is something that I find interesting and I wanted to do something like that.
For example the interactions between the Council and the Wardens of the Mantle in evevee's Halo/ME-fic 'On the Illusion of Might' is something I truly enjoy.

Well, enough about that.
Please review, any critic that could help to make this story even better is wanted.
Even ideas about what would be nice is welcomed (but those please per PM)

Read you later
Zanarkand Kido

I've had enough of the "fanfics" here being dialogues and so must you... here's some self insert fanfictions that you'll probably like! Some from DC, Naruto, Marvel... will most likely add more. 

I'll be putting the chapter ones of all the fanfics mentioned, to give you guys a sample if you wan't more please do go to the website and support the authors! (And maybe even convince them to start uploading chapters in here as well!)

Contact me on: @N177013 
https://www.youtube.com/Diowick
(Suggest me new fics, anime, manga)

after looking at my self insert stash from aweirdweeb. i decided try it out and post fanfics i have read. 
also this will be a when i feel like it thing. so i will update when i feel like it

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