Mass Effect MUSCLE-Verse.

It’s hard to live up to his sister. John has never left the Earth’s solar system. Sure, he’s lead some infantry units against guerilla groups, or pirate raids. He’s saved people and conquered territory from extremist groups. It’s impressive, but any achievement he’s earned, even a 1,000 times over, is nothing compared to saving the galaxy. His accomplishments are good, but there not astonishing, not incredible, nor miraculous. As long as his sister is Jane Shepard, his run of his successes will never be compared to his peers, except to the galaxy’s savoir.

John’s transport ship was scheduled for two more stops before it took off for the citadel, which would have taken 14 hours. Luckily, his sister’s influence got the transport ship to lend him a private shuttle. It’s faster and he can head right to the citadel without any stops in just two and a half hours.

But he’s the only passenger; the only other thing onboard is the shuttle’s V.I. The loneliness doesn’t bother him, but with no people around to generate noise to drown out his thoughts, he’s forced to think about his situation. His much more respected sibling has promoted him up in the ranks, out of pity no doubt. Even if that’s not the case, people will undoubtedly see it that way.

“How long until we reach the citadel?” John asked.

The V.I. came out of sleeper mode, “We are 43 minutes from BBBRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!”

John’s shuttle shakes violently, like bad turbulence. “What’s happening?! Respond!”

The V.I. comes in and out between static. “Our ‘KKKRRRRR’ location is dis-‘KKKRRRRR’ –rupted, course is changing a-KKKRRRR-nd stationary ‘KKKRRR.”

The V.I. isn’t making any sense, John tries to SOS any nearby fleets for assistance, but his transmissions aren’t being sent, all he gets back are dead waves. Then like a flash grenade exploding in front of him, the dark matter in space opens up like torn paper. Everything including John started dividing into two. John watched in astonishment as he saw an exact double of him and his small shuttle continue on its path as if nothing happened, all while his shuttle is being sucked into the ripped space.

Then John felt his shuttle jet forward right in to the white light. It was like a relay jump, but far more unstable. Lights and flashes blurred his vision. The shuttle started groaning and creaking. The shuttle broke through what looked like glass, like a baseball through a window. The space distorted around him then warped back together.

“Status report. What did we just encounter?!”

The V.I. flickers back to life, “Our data does not carry any information on the phenomenon we just encountered.”

John looks worried. “Can you look up anything that resembles what we stumbled upon?”

The V.I. took a moment to search the extranet. “The only plausible similarity is that of an arbitrary worm-hole.”

John looked out in to dead space that could be anywhere in the universe. If it’s just really a random worm-hole, he could be anywhere. “Can you identify our current location?” the screen flicked on, showing the star system in his own galaxy. It’s of great relief to him knowing he wasn’t sent to the other side of the universe. It could take him weeks to get back, but he’ll take it over the alternative. Then the map gets smaller and smaller, until it zooms in on his location. He’s 42 minutes from the citadel.

“What?” he looks over his current path carefully. It’s the same as before. John tries pulling himself together and keeping a cool head, everything seems in order. In fact, they seem just as in order as they did just before he hit the worm-hole. The loose items that flew around during the turbulence are back in the very same place they were before. One thing that keeps coming to mind is the double image he saw of himse

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