It was a cold night in thessia, a night like any other. skycars flew through the lanes, their sleek frames shooting between and avobe the ever impressive asari skyscrapers. the asari cities were all awe inspiring to see from a distance, even more from up close. sleek lines and a refined sense of style was present in every inch of every asari building.

The thing is, just like every building is diferent in some way from the others, so does every city possess an identity. a spirit, if you want to call it that.

This spirit is a being, a form of intelligence. its a way of thinking, a way of life, and this is the reason why there were some people that prefered to live in the terminus sistems. this is the reason why some feel safer in omega than on the citadel.

Everything built by sentient beings had a spirit. the reason it was built, the people it was built by, the people who used the said thing. so many factors decide the identity of a machine or building.

And the living beings? they, through actions, hopes, dreams and wishes, shape the identity of a machine or building, creating a spirit. no spirit is strong enough to become self aware. the strenght to do so is impossible to achieve, and so only animal-like intelligence is ever achieved. dreadnoughts, schools and monuments, space stations, famous buildings and the like are the common constructs that gain spirits of their own.

Spirits never fade, they just wander around after their vessel is gone. beacuse they are conceptual, any vessel is capable of accesing them.

Lessons aside, the fact remains, that on this particular night, the life of one liara t'soni would change, forever. after all, she would get to know combat like no other maiden had experienced.

For that night, when everything was lost to her, when hope had left her, when her strenght faded into oblivion... liara would meet the spirit of the ZGMF-X10A. and in the rubble, among the ashes of the incident, her weak soul would take flight, defiant before those who would take her life. that night, liara soared on the wings of a legend, embraced by the armor of a long lost people.

Humanity had once a bright future, discovering the mass effect alongside their prothean counterparts. climbing to the top and coming to an understanding with the prothean empire, the terran federation was a key player in the ancient galaxy. instead of falling before the sheer strength of the reapers, the protheans and humans pulled off a phyrric victory, using weapons of mass destruction, unconventional tactics and, in the last moments, the relays themselves.

They died, one by one, falling to genetic sickness, heavy injuries and other countless things.

Victory costs. to defeat the reapers, the human-prothean alliance paid with their very existence. but they knew very well they would pay this price. and so they spent their last years building great feats of engineering, to make sure that the reapers would pay the same.

One of the feats was the Gundam initiative.

AN: I dont know why the hell i wrote this. but i wanted to try something new so there. tell me if you want the ACTUAL first chapter.