So, as I announced on Deviantart, I decided to post my ME3 fic with the OC I created right here. Before posting it I think you need to know some things about my character, so here you are her quick dossier:
Name: Alexia Jones
Race: Human
Nationality: New York, Earth
Current residence: Citadel, Widow system, Serpent Nebula.
Appearance: Red hair, brown eyes, pale skin
Height: 170 cm
Weight: 57 kg
Age: 31 (looks younger)
Marital status: Nubile
Profession: Ex Alliance technician, currently C-Sec internal hacker
Abilities: Extensive knowledge of almost any type of machine, expert in decryptions and armors upgrading.
Abilities in battle: Not trained as a soldier, but very skilled in the use of weapons (guns/shotguns). Quite good in hand to hand combat too.
Distinguishing marks: A tattoo (two wings) on her lower back
Attitude: Nice with everyone, friendly, always willing to help. Ironic and proud, aggressive at the right point.
Ambition for the future: Live in a peaceful galaxy
Favourite color: Red
Favourite type of movies: Action, adventure
Family: Kate and Ryan Jones, both C-Sec scientists. Only child.
You can see how she looks like here.
The story's title "Only One" comes from the song performed by Alex Band, which I find absolutely beautiful and meaningful.
The rating is PG-13.
Chapters list:
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Runa's fic: Mass Effect 3 "Only One"
Moderators: Dazzy, iheartibuki
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They say that before you die all your life passes in front of your eyes like a flash. In just one second everything comes to an end and what you lived for is permanently distroyed, swept away like a leaf in the wind.
In that moment I didn't see anything. No flash memories, no visions of the past, only a white steel wall that reflected my shaking form consumed by fear.
My panting was breaking the silence that filled the room I was hiding in, my heart was beating fast and my hands were holding the gun with so much force that I was sure I was going to break it. The cut on my left cheek wouldn't stop bleeding and my originally white armor was now heavily stained with blood.
I stayed motionless behind the wall trying to calm my heartbeat. I tried to listen to the distant sounds, shots and cries of pain echoed downstairs.
It was just a matter of time before more Cerberus soldiers burst into the room and as I tried to keep control of myself my body couldn't stop trembling.
Too many corpses fell on the floor because of my gun, but I wasn't made for ending a human life. I did know how to fight and protect myself, but my true skills were limited to the use of terminals and machines.
I was so different from all of them. I was different from Commander Shepard and the Alliance Soldiers. The Reapers had already conquered a big part of the Galaxy and sooner or later they were going to reach the Citadel as well. The world I knew was coming to an end and I felt so damn helpless.
Suddenly I was startled by closer shots. I got ready, heart pounding, inserting the last charging of bullets into my weapon. I heard fast footsteps entering the room and I subconsciously pressed myself agains the wall inhaling deeply. I prayed so that destiny could give me another chance and I left my hideout, pistol raised and ready to shoot again.
In that moment I didn't see anything. No flash memories, no visions of the past, only a white steel wall that reflected my shaking form consumed by fear.
My panting was breaking the silence that filled the room I was hiding in, my heart was beating fast and my hands were holding the gun with so much force that I was sure I was going to break it. The cut on my left cheek wouldn't stop bleeding and my originally white armor was now heavily stained with blood.
I stayed motionless behind the wall trying to calm my heartbeat. I tried to listen to the distant sounds, shots and cries of pain echoed downstairs.
It was just a matter of time before more Cerberus soldiers burst into the room and as I tried to keep control of myself my body couldn't stop trembling.
Too many corpses fell on the floor because of my gun, but I wasn't made for ending a human life. I did know how to fight and protect myself, but my true skills were limited to the use of terminals and machines.
I was so different from all of them. I was different from Commander Shepard and the Alliance Soldiers. The Reapers had already conquered a big part of the Galaxy and sooner or later they were going to reach the Citadel as well. The world I knew was coming to an end and I felt so damn helpless.
Suddenly I was startled by closer shots. I got ready, heart pounding, inserting the last charging of bullets into my weapon. I heard fast footsteps entering the room and I subconsciously pressed myself agains the wall inhaling deeply. I prayed so that destiny could give me another chance and I left my hideout, pistol raised and ready to shoot again.