Post by sabby87 on Sept 18, 2008 10:04:46 GMT 1
@rascarin: I didn't want to open a new thread for this, since I had already posted the prologue in another thread... but I guess you had to lock all the fanfiction threads to keep spammers out
MESS EFFECT
CHAPTER 1 - WHAT LIES BENEATH
INT: NORMANDY MAIN DECK: DAY
SHEPARD slowly makes her way to the comm room. As she approaches the CIC with the Galaxy Map, she hears Navigator PRESSLY screaming at Engineer ADAMS through the intercom. As soon as he sees SHEPARD, PRESSLY quits the conversation.
SHEPARD [worried]: Is everything alright, Pressly?
PRESSLY: I don’t trust Nihlus, that’s all.
SHEPARD: Because he’s a Turian?
PRESSLY: If by “Turian” you mean “overgrown beakless bird on steroids”, yes.
SHEPARD: This has something to do with the First Contact War, I guess…
PRESSLY: Uh… if you like to think so. Anyway, I don’t even trust Anderson, for that matter. Oh, and I think the Alliance is trying to hide something from us. Something big, you know. Adams may say whatever he wants, but I’m not buying this story of a “prize trip to the gorgeous and luxuriant colony of Eden Prime”. They're trying to keep us quiet, that's it.
SHEPARD: Relax, Pressly, Eden Prime will be just a brief stay, we have to test the stealth systems of the Normandy, I’ll ask the capt -
PRESSLY [hysterically]: I knew it! I knew you were involved in this… whatever it is! You’re plotting with Anderson! But I will stand for the truth, and you won’t get rid of me so easily! I won’t let you make a fool out of this noble veteran! Get away from me!
SHEPARD: Er… bye.
SHEPARD runs away and bumps into JENKINS, who is chatting with Dr. CHAKWAS.
CHAKWAS: So Jenkins, what’s Eden Prime like?
JENKINS: There’s nothing to see. I used to live here, you know.
PRESSLY [in the distance]: YOU’RE GONNA DIE HERE, YOU KNOW! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE HERE!
SHEPARD sighs.
JENKINS: Poor ol’ Pressly. He’s gone completely nuts. I hope he’s right about this mission being more than it looks like, though. I’m no tourist, I’m itching for some real action!
CHAKWAS: Get hurt in the way you prefer. Just don’t come and whine on my shoulder afterwards.
SHEPARD: Er… You’re the doctor, aren’t you?
CHAKWAS: Look, the fact I have a degree in medicine doesn’t mean I actually like being surrounded by injured losers.
SHEPARD: I guess you made your point quite clear. So, why did you join the Alliance military?
CHAKWAS: Earth always seemed boring to me; too safe; too secure. I figured the colonies were teeming with exotic adventure. I wanted to travel the stars, tending the wounds of tough soldiers with piercing eyes and sensitive souls…
JENKINS [sarcastically]: Welcome to the real world.
CHAKWAS: Look who’s talking, Corporal Richard L. “Steven Seagal” Jenkins. You watch too many spy movies.
JENKINS: And you read too many Harmony novels.
SHEPARD: Gotta go, sorry.
INT: NORMANDY: COMM ROOM: DAY
SHEPARD walks in. Only NIHLUS is there.
SHEPARD: Where’s Captain Anderson?
NIHLUS: Dunno. Are you here because of our newspaper ad?
SHEPARD: What newspaper ad?
NIHLUS: Why are you here if you’re not the new candidate?
ANDERSON [out of nowhere]: Sorry Shep, I should have told you before. They’re looking for a new Spectre and I thought of you.
SHEPARD [amazed]: I’m… I’m honored. But… I thought they didn’t accept humans in their ranks?
NIHLUS: You’re right, we don’t know yet if we actually do. Consider yourself under examination. You’re assigned to me for the moment. Don’t worry, I’m cool enough to compensate the shallow looks of your inferior species. Besides, after all you didn’t behave too badly during the Blitz. We’ll see if humanity deserves to occupy the place it has usurped in this universe.
SHEPARD: But –
NIHLUS: Save your breath and your annoying human voice for later. There will be time to talk after the mission. Now, Anderson…
ANDERSON: OK, I know this will be a shock but there is more to this mission than a holiday and a shakedown run. A research team on Eden Prime has unearthed a Prothean beacon, and we need to bring it back to the Citadel for proper study. You must take care of this. Secrecy is essential. Nihlus will finally free the crew from his bratty arrog-, I mean, he’ll come with you.
NIHLUS: I’ll keep an eye on you. This will be the first of many missions together.
SHEPARD [rolls eyes]: The happiness.
ANDERSON: Shepard, you’re in charge to the ground team.
SHEPARD: Great. Who’s in it?
ANDERSON: Alenko and Jenkins. Secure the beacon and –
JOKER [through the intercom]: Captain, we’ve got a problem!
ANDERSON: What’s wrong, Joker?
JOKER: Transmission from Eden Prime, sir. You’d better see this…
ANDERSON: Bring it upon screen.
ANDERSON, NIHLUS and SHEPARD watch a transmission of Alliance soldiers asking for help while they are being slaughtered by unidentified entities. A huge clawed spaceship takes off.
JOKER: Everything cuts after that, no comm traffic at all. Just goes dead. There’s nothing.
NIHLUS: Whoa.
ANDERSON: Reverse and pause at 38.5.
JOKER: Ok, sir.
The video freezes on the image of a very attractive young woman wearing a white armor which can't hide her beautiful curves.
ANDERSON: The ship, Joker, not Chief Williams, I want to see the ship!
JOKER: Sorry.
The giant spaceship appears once again on the screen. ANDERSON, NIHLUS and SHEPARD stare at it for some minutes.
NIHLUS: I know it, I know it! It’s a giant squid!
JOKER: Looks more like the hand of a krogan to me. See? It has four fingers.
NIHLUS: That’s the testicles, Joker, krogans are not four-fingered. I insists it’s -
ANDERSON: Thanks Joker, we’ve seen enough of this. So, here are our new friends. Are you ready, Shepard?
SHEPARD: Er… Captain, I know we have a Spectre and everything… but is it a wise move to send only four of us on the planet? I guess this transmission complicates things a bit.
ANDERSON: Nah. Tell Alenko and Jenkins to suit up and meet us in the cargo hold.
MESS EFFECT
CHAPTER 1 - WHAT LIES BENEATH
INT: NORMANDY MAIN DECK: DAY
SHEPARD slowly makes her way to the comm room. As she approaches the CIC with the Galaxy Map, she hears Navigator PRESSLY screaming at Engineer ADAMS through the intercom. As soon as he sees SHEPARD, PRESSLY quits the conversation.
SHEPARD [worried]: Is everything alright, Pressly?
PRESSLY: I don’t trust Nihlus, that’s all.
SHEPARD: Because he’s a Turian?
PRESSLY: If by “Turian” you mean “overgrown beakless bird on steroids”, yes.
SHEPARD: This has something to do with the First Contact War, I guess…
PRESSLY: Uh… if you like to think so. Anyway, I don’t even trust Anderson, for that matter. Oh, and I think the Alliance is trying to hide something from us. Something big, you know. Adams may say whatever he wants, but I’m not buying this story of a “prize trip to the gorgeous and luxuriant colony of Eden Prime”. They're trying to keep us quiet, that's it.
SHEPARD: Relax, Pressly, Eden Prime will be just a brief stay, we have to test the stealth systems of the Normandy, I’ll ask the capt -
PRESSLY [hysterically]: I knew it! I knew you were involved in this… whatever it is! You’re plotting with Anderson! But I will stand for the truth, and you won’t get rid of me so easily! I won’t let you make a fool out of this noble veteran! Get away from me!
SHEPARD: Er… bye.
SHEPARD runs away and bumps into JENKINS, who is chatting with Dr. CHAKWAS.
CHAKWAS: So Jenkins, what’s Eden Prime like?
JENKINS: There’s nothing to see. I used to live here, you know.
PRESSLY [in the distance]: YOU’RE GONNA DIE HERE, YOU KNOW! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE HERE!
SHEPARD sighs.
JENKINS: Poor ol’ Pressly. He’s gone completely nuts. I hope he’s right about this mission being more than it looks like, though. I’m no tourist, I’m itching for some real action!
CHAKWAS: Get hurt in the way you prefer. Just don’t come and whine on my shoulder afterwards.
SHEPARD: Er… You’re the doctor, aren’t you?
CHAKWAS: Look, the fact I have a degree in medicine doesn’t mean I actually like being surrounded by injured losers.
SHEPARD: I guess you made your point quite clear. So, why did you join the Alliance military?
CHAKWAS: Earth always seemed boring to me; too safe; too secure. I figured the colonies were teeming with exotic adventure. I wanted to travel the stars, tending the wounds of tough soldiers with piercing eyes and sensitive souls…
JENKINS [sarcastically]: Welcome to the real world.
CHAKWAS: Look who’s talking, Corporal Richard L. “Steven Seagal” Jenkins. You watch too many spy movies.
JENKINS: And you read too many Harmony novels.
SHEPARD: Gotta go, sorry.
INT: NORMANDY: COMM ROOM: DAY
SHEPARD walks in. Only NIHLUS is there.
SHEPARD: Where’s Captain Anderson?
NIHLUS: Dunno. Are you here because of our newspaper ad?
SHEPARD: What newspaper ad?
NIHLUS: Why are you here if you’re not the new candidate?
ANDERSON [out of nowhere]: Sorry Shep, I should have told you before. They’re looking for a new Spectre and I thought of you.
SHEPARD [amazed]: I’m… I’m honored. But… I thought they didn’t accept humans in their ranks?
NIHLUS: You’re right, we don’t know yet if we actually do. Consider yourself under examination. You’re assigned to me for the moment. Don’t worry, I’m cool enough to compensate the shallow looks of your inferior species. Besides, after all you didn’t behave too badly during the Blitz. We’ll see if humanity deserves to occupy the place it has usurped in this universe.
SHEPARD: But –
NIHLUS: Save your breath and your annoying human voice for later. There will be time to talk after the mission. Now, Anderson…
ANDERSON: OK, I know this will be a shock but there is more to this mission than a holiday and a shakedown run. A research team on Eden Prime has unearthed a Prothean beacon, and we need to bring it back to the Citadel for proper study. You must take care of this. Secrecy is essential. Nihlus will finally free the crew from his bratty arrog-, I mean, he’ll come with you.
NIHLUS: I’ll keep an eye on you. This will be the first of many missions together.
SHEPARD [rolls eyes]: The happiness.
ANDERSON: Shepard, you’re in charge to the ground team.
SHEPARD: Great. Who’s in it?
ANDERSON: Alenko and Jenkins. Secure the beacon and –
JOKER [through the intercom]: Captain, we’ve got a problem!
ANDERSON: What’s wrong, Joker?
JOKER: Transmission from Eden Prime, sir. You’d better see this…
ANDERSON: Bring it upon screen.
ANDERSON, NIHLUS and SHEPARD watch a transmission of Alliance soldiers asking for help while they are being slaughtered by unidentified entities. A huge clawed spaceship takes off.
JOKER: Everything cuts after that, no comm traffic at all. Just goes dead. There’s nothing.
NIHLUS: Whoa.
ANDERSON: Reverse and pause at 38.5.
JOKER: Ok, sir.
The video freezes on the image of a very attractive young woman wearing a white armor which can't hide her beautiful curves.
ANDERSON: The ship, Joker, not Chief Williams, I want to see the ship!
JOKER: Sorry.
The giant spaceship appears once again on the screen. ANDERSON, NIHLUS and SHEPARD stare at it for some minutes.
NIHLUS: I know it, I know it! It’s a giant squid!
JOKER: Looks more like the hand of a krogan to me. See? It has four fingers.
NIHLUS: That’s the testicles, Joker, krogans are not four-fingered. I insists it’s -
ANDERSON: Thanks Joker, we’ve seen enough of this. So, here are our new friends. Are you ready, Shepard?
SHEPARD: Er… Captain, I know we have a Spectre and everything… but is it a wise move to send only four of us on the planet? I guess this transmission complicates things a bit.
ANDERSON: Nah. Tell Alenko and Jenkins to suit up and meet us in the cargo hold.