Year: …unless 15 hours later is a year then I am screwed.
…well. I . am. Alive…for now. SERIOUSLY THAT WAS CRAZY. Why I am writing down what happened in the time I was gone I don’t know. I guess it is the feeling of finishing what I started.
Well, right now I am in the seating area. Writing about…Eden Prime. Journal unless you are strong willed I suggest you get up and leave. Oh right, you cant.(I got to stop trying to be a smart ass…I am not that funny) Where to start?
Landing my feet on Eden Prime was interesting. It was beautiful, the sky was blue with some stars showing, the gore was breath taking. And the settlers were very much dead. Smoke everywhere, bodies flayed all over the ground. Ugh. Thank the-whatever-is-out-there I have a strong stomach. So I was on the ground with Alenko and Jenkins. Poor kid. We readied ourselves for what might show up. God, I love the feeling of a weapon in my hands. Be it a Sniper Rifle, a Pistol, anything! Alenko is a biotic, apparently he gets horrible migraines from his L2 implant. Kid must be tough, you throw bullets, dirt, anything my way, I will rip them a new one. But give me a Migraine and I am down for the count. I just hate that sort of pain. Anyway, within a few minutes a few Geth drones appear out of fucking NOWHERE, and shoot Jenkins down for good. Poor kid, really. He was so eager to prove himself to everyone, now he wont ever get the chance. He will be remembered I promise this.
Me and Lt.Alenko make our way to where the beacon should have been. I had to walk through some muck to check out some supplies and I am still trying to get the stuff off me…By the by, we run into Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams. Dedicated and still on her feet. Apparently her team got hit hard and she was the only one left. I told her she did good and that she should come with us to get to the beacon. We are on this mission because this artifact is VERY important. And the Alliance doesn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands. But what I didn’t know at the time, is that it already did…kind of.
We make our way across a bridge and what I saw, what the three of us saw was massive. The geth dreadnaught started up and left as we got closer to the transport station. What crossed my mind was not yet seeing Nihlus. He only went ahead of us not to long ago to scout this place out. As we head to the base of the station these, things. Not human anymore, came off of these poles. And started to attack us. Thankfully they go down pretty easily. But FUCK IF THEY ARENT ANNOYING! I mean really…they are more annoying than dangerous. We got to the station and my curiosity as to why I haven’t seen Nihlus was well… answered. The Turian Specture, was on the ground, dead as well dead can be.
How I am remembering this shit I don’t know. But it is as if I can remember every fucking detail about today. Because when I heard a rustle behind a bunch of cargo boxes the team drew our weapons, and damn I was ready to pull the tripper and go to town with what ever was behind those boxes. But sadly I was disappointed, I think my weapon was sad too. It was a settler. The fool fell asleep behind the cargo boxes and tried to hide from his boss, since he wasn’t allowed to sleep on the job. Lucky son of a bitch. He was alive because of his sneaking around. He told us that another turian who seemed to be friends with Nihlus killed him in cold blood. That Nihlus let his guard down and that’s when the other Turian shot him. Saren, that’s the fucker’s name. But that name creates a problem…Saren is a Specture as well. DAMN IT!!!
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The lucky bastard, told us Saren went onto the transport and left farther down. It was time to play chase! And I am very good at catching my prey. But even before I can get to the stupid transport geth show up. Those stupid walking nightlights. Had to kill a few of them…come to think of it, can you kill a machine? Or do you just like, smash it into the ground like an annoying little toy that doesn’t shut up? Not that I have smashed a toy or two in my years as a kid. There were just some toys that I didn’t like! One of them I had a total legit reason too! It kept saying “I love you!” and I knew it didn’t. Because it never showed me any kindess no matter how much I played with it. The most it did was poke me in the fucking eye when I went to hug it…threw it into a fire. Ugh those creepy eyes still haunt me.
Where was I? oh yeah, so after my team broke a few flashlights we got to the transport and waited to get to the last stop. AND GUESS WHAT?! MORE FUCKING FLASHLIGHTS, but this time they had bombs…. Its like giving a bunny a sniper rifle. It wont end well for the humans. But I was able to disarm the stupid ticking alarm bombs and ran into more husks and geth. Finally AND I MEAN FUCKING FINALLY I reached the beacon. It looked weird. Pretty but… not my taste. Alenko got to close, tried to turn it on or something, and it activated and pulled him up into the air. With out thinking Silly ol’ Danyla Shepard jumped and pushing him out of the way. Which in turn got me stuck into the damn beam.
I have one thing to say…
DON’T JUMP INTO A LIGHT COMING FROM A BEACON, IT IS REALLY NOT AS COMFORTABLE AS IT LOOKS.
It was hard to breathe, move anything. I didn’t know what to think, but then I got a vision, a dream, seemed like some weird dream on drugs, I was not sure what to make of it. But after that I guess I blacked out and woke up fifteen hours later in the med bay of Dr.Motherly-but-not-Chakwas. Alenko came in and tried to tell Anderson it was his fault. I told him it wasn’t and he had no way of knowing. Anderson then told Alenko to leave us so we can talk in private. But the look on Alenko’s face when I told him it was not his fault, was adorable…oh my god, it hit me! Alenko is like a puppy! But I told Anderson what I saw and he was not sure what to do, well that made two of us. Apparently we are on our way to the Citadel and going to meet the council. Did I mention I hate politics with PASSION? Seriously, to me politics is like , I don’t know a bug bite, you keep itching it and itching it till it bleeds sometimes then you get all pissed off at it. That’s what politics is. I am a solider! Not a…soft squishy girl in a suit. So I left the med bay and spoke to Alenko for a bit, told him about me a little and him in return, and I then just sat down at the table and wrote what I am writing now.
I will be back though, I bet you cant wait to hear what shit I am going to write about when I deal with the tight collared council members!