Me: So… I'm branching out to ME now. I've been told to get the first game but I have yet to do so, so I'm just going to stick to ME2. We are going to stay here, from beginning to end, and likely finish just as soon as ME3 comes out, permitting our sequel. I'm going to try and keep this from being a Mary Sue, so lets fuck with the canon a bit shall we?

Delta: how are we doing this again?

Me: No idea, just go with the flow cuz the plotline will stray.

Delta: great…

Me: without further ado I present, Delta Effect.

First Changes

Ugghhh, I hate walking home from school. I hate the carnival that changed the bus routes, I hate the wind blowing dust in my eyes every two seconds, I hate the steep walk up my hill and I hate the wind making us lose power so I couldn't wash my clothes. Now im walking at an almost 75 degree angle up my hill with jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt! Almost there, just another quarter mile until I reach my beloved, cool house. Outer lights are on, that means the powers back, I can play my games! I sprint up the stairs ignoring the heat built in my legs. I unlock the front door, get inside and set up on the big screen in the living room. Home alone again, yes! I play Skyrim and Reach for 4 hours waiting on my family to get back. The trek home was a fail but canceled class? Such an epic win, and in college too!

Wait, game time, no school thoughts just game.

So I turn back towards my xbox, taking out Halo Reach and plopping in ME2. Just made an Infiltrator Shepard, female, black and ready to sneak up and kick ass. I can't wait, I've almost got all loyalty missions dealt with, just got Tali and Legions. I'll be cutting it close but everyone'll be loyal by the time the Collectors attack the Normandy. Then I pop in, kill collectors, blow the base and destroy that baby-

DDDDMMMmmmmmmm…

Please tell me that was not the sound of EVERY electronic shutting down. Let me check. Ok setting up mental checklist. TV: dead. Xbox: muerto. Microwave, electric stove: out. Computer: ah, dead. Hmm don't feel any electricity, no hum of machinery, no high pitched keening of EM waves. Huh…FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Ok I'm cool, I'm cool just gotta calm down, iphone works, I can read more fanfics and wait for the power to come back o-

Did my xbox just spark?

…Oh wow, yes, yes it did. And they're blue. And multiplying. And going from sparks to arcs of electricity. Odd, I didn't know the red ring of death would do this. Oh wait it's not red its still green, but the green light is circling rather quickly. Kinda hypnotic too, since its going faster and faster, and faster… and faster. I step towards the xbox as the electricity dies down and stand before turning slightly. As I do so, the electricity shoots out and hits me, paralyzing me with pain. I fall to the ground, eyes shut tight against the pain, my vision tinging black slowly. As fade to black I see a tinge of, blue, around the edges and feel slightly energized. I then faint as I get a strange feeling of being in motion very suddenly, and very quickly.

"Hey, hey, get up"

hmm, what's that noise?

"Hey, come on, get up!"

wait, no oh god no…

"HEY, LISTEN TO ME, HEY, GET UP!"

WTF is Navi doing in my house? I opened my eyes to glare at the source of the annoying noise. What I was rewarded with was a rather all around petite teenage girl, probably 16 in a futuristic looking blue dress. I glared at her in an annoyed fashion before registering my surroundings. I quickly looked away and gaped at all that I saw. We were currently on a small ledge on a hillside overlooking a little suburbia of sorts. I could tell the houses and buildings were made of pre-fab materials, since they all seemed almost exactly the same. As I looked further I noticed several more odd things, robots for one. Full size, humanoid, robots, no suits, no cyborgs, just full on robotics. And they moved so naturally too! As I stared at this the girl fluttered to my side to try and gain my attention once again.

"Hey" ignore her, pay attention to the suburb, town, village?

"Hey" this time she shoves my shoulder. Oh girl you are so asking for it

"HEY!" I'm kicked in the ribs the third time around. They will never find your body.

"What?" I seethingly respond.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

"That depends. Umm, Where IS here?" I replied.

"Are you retarded?" I will burn it, it will be destroyed beyond recognition.

My glare is the only response she gets. Then I notice I'm lying down on a rather cold floor, with snow falling around the overhang we are under. Huh, guess I should be glad I wore such warm clothes, even if I was sweating balls deep back home, it seems to even out now that I'm here. Speaking of which-

"Seriously though, where am I?" apparently Navi hears the note of seriousness in my tone so she frowns but still responds.

"You're just outside the edge of the Terminus system colony Freedoms Progress. I saw some kind of blue light up here so I came to check it out. You don't have anything with you though, so how'd you make it?"

Blue light? There was some blueish light at home too when I passed out. And it showed here and now I'm at Freedoms Progress. That shouldn't be possible, because I live in 21st century Los Angeles, and Freedoms Progress is a human colony in the Terminus systems, I-don't-know how many lightyears OUTSIDE Earth's solar system in my. Mass. Effect. Game…

"What year is it?" I ask, shock slowly overcoming me.

"2185" Navi responds, slightly irritated, and no doubt exasperated.

…"Merda"…

Navi just looks at me weird while I hang my head down struggling to grasp the implications and realizations. I've always been the most flexible of my brothers, the one least likely to be bothered by a missed event, or a sudden drastic change in plans. I'm good with that acclimatizing shit. I'm resourceful, adaptive, I learn my situation and if I don't like it, I tough it out as best I can, which is usually pretty well. It helps that I can always find something fun or pleasantly distracting in the process. So true to my usual countenance I stand up straight, assume a contemplative appearance and gaze out sagely towards the colony. In my mind however, I am freaking the fuck out. I'm stuck in a video game. A VIDEO GAME! I wrote a self insert for Bioshock, but I never played it. Made my own Overlord named Cryro and made Delta Squad in the Haloverse. I don't know what to do here. Almost every game I played there was a single plotline, where the choices of the player didn't matter. Mass effect was my first and ONLY game where my choices actually affected the plot both in large ways and infinetisimal ways. I watched playthroughs of both games and read which choices in ME1 cause which outcomes in ME2. I know the butterfly effect and I've seen it happen in my own game. Besides this is real life, not canon, twists and turns not even considered in game are bound to happen, Who's to say if a squad member goes down the enemy wont just push to reach that member and finish em off for good instead of just leaving em unconscious for Shepard to magically heal them from a mile away with medigel. Or maybe the chest high wall wont be there to signal an upcoming firefight, or what if I can't do anything to help Shepard and I- Why is there a giant turd in the sky?

…Oh wait, that's right.

"Merda, NAVI RUN!"

"Wha-wait- wha- Don't call me Navi" She splutters as I grab her arm and pull her up the small trail aside the ledge. I see a large wall and some confused colonists milling about. I keep my eyes peeled for a certain person, or alien rather. Even so I look back at her and ask "Then what do I call you?"

"You call me Naviana, just like everyone else."

…If this was a self-insert, I'd slap the shit out of the writer.

"Fuck it, I'm sticking with Navi" At that moment I finally spy the one I've been searching for, letting Navi's protests die before reaching my ears. I pull her closer by a little bit then spot the part of the colony's landscape I was expecting. I jump off the hill path with Navi, landing on a house's roof, then jumping down the pile of scrap beside it. Thank goodness for home trash compressors eh? Navi follows since I'm still latching onto her arm and we are closer to the Quarian than anyone else. I look back and already see the swarm of seeker's coming down to rain stings of stasis inducing terror on everyone. I run faster more dragging Navi than leading her as the crowd behind us continue to lag behind even with the adrenaline no doubt coursing through their veins. We follow the quarian to the security bunker and look back as the other colonists lag too far and are stung. I see a small swarm making a beeline towards Navi and I, so I throw her into the door behind Veetor, before diving through myself. Veetor doesn't even notice us as he goes straight to the computers and uses them to shut the door and lock it. Then he brings up the security cameras and records the Collectors taking all the colonists away.

Goddamn it. That was worse than Halloween Horror Nights at Universal Studios. Rob Zombies house of 1000 corpses ain't got shit on these bug bastards. Especially when I see Harbinger take over one. Does he always do that little 'prepare them for ascension' ritual? I wonder… Why am I not breathing heavy? I look over at Navi as she is struggling to breathe, while crying at the screens showing everyone she's known getting taken away by giant cockroaches. I kneel beside her and rub her back soothingly, most of me is focused on friendly comfort while a small part is delighting in the hopefully true assumption that Crew practice and rowing has put me in rather decent shape. Maybe I wont be a drawback to Shepard after all? Eventually Navi stops crying and I forget to stop Veetor from withdrawing into his own mind and trauma before it's too late. Now we're just waiting, and waiting, and waiting. It's been about an hour and a half after the collectors have left and Veetors starting his chant about no more monsters finding him. Suddenly colony scanners pick something up a small shuttle. One of the corner camera screens show a team of suited up humanoids wielding assault rifles. It's the quarian strike team! So that means…Yes, there's Tali, in her new purple suit and veil. Let's give a hand for Mass Effects possibly most popular side character. I like Tali, its rather hard not to, she's very kind and likeable for everything not concerning Cerberus and the Geth, plus the nervous babbling is just so cute. So with Tali here Shepard can't be too far behind. So let's go and meet up with, wait doesn't Veetor…

…Activate the mech defenses. Great now there are mechs between us, Tali and where I think Shepard lands. Great job Veetor, now Prazza's gonna be pissed about the mechs attacking. They seem to have camped out in the one house already, a small distance from the giant gate we are behind. Hmm, well everything seems pretty canon so far, maybe it won't divulge from the plot. I hope I can get on the ship, I'd like to meet Anderson and Jacob since they were both the only black people you ever constantly see. I saw a black man squad of freelancers on Omega during Garrus' mission, but sadly I had to kill them. Rest in peace my negro brethren. I wonder if I can avoid that, after all I do basically have precognition. Maybe I can change a lot of things for the better. Yeah, yeah maybe I can, I just have to be mindful of the butterfly effect. I like that, changing things behind the scenes. Let's get on the stage crew first then. I look around the security bunker noticing some light armor, which looks like the ODST armor from Halo, with a choice of visor, or visorless. I think I'll go with visor, so no stray bullets hit my eyes when my shields go down. It's also in my favorite color combo, crimson and onyx. The helmet is black with a red stripe along the top and the sides around the mouth the shoulder pieces are entirely ODST, with black guards and a crimson center, and red stripes going down my arms. The chest piece is flattened out, covering my chest and stomach, but still lightweight with red stripes going down the sides of my torso and along my spine. My legs are unusual, with armor going all the way down covering my legs and thighs in black armor, the kneecaps are set apart quite noticeably, with a Kevlar weave between each joint and armor opening, and an extra tight weave covering my groin area, where the armor is thinner. Finally there is a crimson stripe snaking down the outsides of my legs and a red shading around my shin area and metal boots, with a pair of black metal with shaded red painted over my gauntlets, a Kevlar weave for protection and grip around each finger with the back of each finger carrying a small armor piece. Wow, protection, mobility and built in brass knuckles. I even noticed two Omni-tool chips in the locker, along with some thermal clips and a predator pistol. There is an omni tool port on each arm, so I guess this armor is perfect for passing on so it can be used by left handed and right handed alike. Once the chips are installed I notice an interesting difference. My right arm chip contains Infiltrator data. So there's the Hacking interface, the Overload charge and launcher and data on how to integrate a tactical cloak to my armor. The left arm chip contains the soldier info, with disruptor, incendiary, and cryo round codes, and there's an automatic system in the omni-tool to trigger the Adrenaline surge. Oh so that's why soldiers have adrenaline surges, they're given omni tool to regulate their adrenalin. So they behave the same without it as one would with adrenaline, and then the short surge augments their skills even further.

That's cool. You know what else is cool? Finding an assault rifle in another locker, with a katana shotgun. And Shepard's touched down and blowing up mechs. Looks like I got too wrapped up in my own revelations and intrigue for that one. Well let's see here. There's Jacob my (hopefully) future homie, there's the ice queen, I mean Miranda. I wonder if I can kill her father, he sounds like a complete douche and it would definitely get me brownie points with Miri. And finally at the front there's Shepard looking all badass in her N7 armor. So we got a femshep here, cool. I wonder what race she is, it'll be interesting to find out. Anyway they're making good time so I should probably find out how to quickly reload these weapons.

"What are you doing?"

"Gearing up for a fight." Well Navi seems to have recovered pretty well. I look at her eyes and she seems so scared and confused, like my little brother that time we were at school when a firefight broke out right next to the playground. We finally regrouped in the gym and he was so scared…No, no bad or sad memories allowed. Ignore the eyes and familial likeness. You WILL get back no matter what. "Just in case one comes to us."

"You look more like you're going to it." Navi responded.

"Perhaps" Wow, I think I sounded more badass then I evewr thought I was possible of being.

"You sound like an idiot." I should have known it was gonna die almost immediately.

I just roll my eyes and look at the screen as Veetor continues his chant I look at my infiltrator arm and notice a tuning app. I activate it and fiddle around, quickly learning before I get it right and suddenly I hear my comm. Bark to life.

"-Shepard you have to hurry Prazza's squad is getting heavy resistance." Ah Tali, you sound so- wait Prazza, heavy resitance, THE YMIR! Merda, that means they're right outside, so Shepard will be here in a few minutes. And Veetor is still in his little chant, I think only Shepard can pull him out of it. Oh well. I turn towards the door and notice it's set to unlock from the inside rather easily, so I open it. Navi gasps as I step outside and close the door behind me. I see the damaged YMIR and the one attacking Prazza's team. I also see Shepard run in with Jacob and Miranda, taking cover behind the fragile crates. YMIR vs. fragile crates= rape for the crates and whoever's taking cover behind it. More importantly though I notice the quarians running back from theYMIR. I move to shoot it but then remember that one female marine falls and is stomped on by the mech sure enough, I catch sight of her and the one the YMIR shoots a rocket at before stomping on the female. I holster my rifle and pull out my pistol while running for the YMIR. The female turns towards the YMIR running sideways while shooting. The mech turns towards her and the quarian guy behind her I charge an overload while running towards them both. The woman is focused on the Mech, even after she trips on her own feet. At this point I'm a few feet behind it's leg and my overload is primed. The mech raises its rocket arm and aims at the guy quarian as a rocket is loaded and armed while lifting a foot towards the quarian on the ground. So without further ado, I launch my overload, and it pauses as it receives a warning about the shields shorting out significantly in its VI head. I capitalize on this bending down and grabbing the quarian woman across the chest and under the armpit in a lifeguard grab as I drag her away quick as I can, taking care to aim my pistol shots at the protruding rocket head. Thankfully, before it moves again one of my shots hit it and blew the arm apart, destroying the shields and most of its armor. The quarian gets up and lets me pull her along as we seek cover in a house while Shepard steps in to finish off the YMIR.

The guns in the future don't have much recoil, especially with the mass accelerator rounds causing little kickback, but still, I would have been a horrible shot if I was not used to the surprising amount of recoil water from a bad stroke could cause when rowing. Either way, I made it so much easier for Shepard and the gang, as well as probably show enough competence to be admitted to the Normandy. Maybe I should still gush a little about how I admire her actions with Saren and show anger about the council blowing off the Reaper threat, I think that'll be a good boost to my chances. First off though, lets search the extranet quickly to see what choices she did make.

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