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Mass Effect Awakening Part 2Mass Effect Awakening Part 2 by Talon313
Mass Effect Awakening
Aboard Prothean vessel – 9 Hours after arrival
*Cerebral Cortex uplink established*
(Marua these humans are giving off strange brain waves… I advise caution) echoed the mechanical voice of vengeance within Marua’s head.
(I can sense it to; these humans will not survive without our intervention it seems, this Delta human… I sense great determination but something is clouding his mind, the same applies to the Zeta Human… I must take them to the obelisk at once, for i sense it worsening…) replied Marua in her own head as she dodged and weaved down the hallways of the ship towards the archive, her four yellow eyes scanning every inch of the corridor that seemed so alien to her now.
(NO! The obelisk is experimental, reserved for the Emperor, it must not be despoiled by such… primitive beings… it would destroy their minds as it did so to Karuna… we must-)
(WE MUST WHAT!? Sacrifice two more warriors as we sacrificed w
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"Welcome aboard flight one-oh-seven to Detroit, Mr. Lawson." said a young woman in a blue blazer. Her red frizzy hair was tucked into a ponytail and it bobbed when she dipped her head and handed him back his ticket.
"Just call me Martin. Mr. Lawson is my father." said Martin, but the line of anxious people shuffled him away from the attendant. He felt the rounded edge of a suitcase dig into his back and turned around.
"They don't care about you anyways, sonny, it's just a job for them." The rough, dry voice came from an old man with rough, dry skin. His gnarled hands curled around the handle of the black suitcase that was pressing into Martin's back. Martin was stunned, and while he thought of something to say in return, the old man continued his assault, pushing Martin down the aisle. Martin looked back a few times, hoping the old man would find his spot and sit down. No such luck, as both men exclaimed at the same time that they had finally come to their seats. Martin lifted his bag
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