[[This thread is a companion thread for Mass Effect Nova, a story up an upcoming mercenary group scraping by for work and trying to make a name of themselves several years before the events of Mass Effect. This is meant to be a chronical of in-character events and dialog that may have happened in the past and includes things like Extranet activity, video surveilance footage, tapped phone calls, and other means of technologically monitoring player characters in the name of building up a character's back story, to provide a hilarious joke, and otherwise giving a glimpse into the player character that would not be seen in the actual in-character thread. For examples of how this works, please refer to the thread for Mass Effect: Nova. Participation is optional for this thread, but it's recommended!
The premise for this is that it's information that can be obtained by the Shadow Broker by intercepting communications. It has no real bearing on the plot, but it could be used as means of foreshadowing and giving an insight towards your character.]]
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I suppose I should start off by saying that this wasn’t my first choice of methods for coming to terms with my issues, or am I hoping that somebody will see this and offer to buy my story so they can make a multimillion bestselling vid or tell all book. If you’re reading this, it either means I’m dead and felt this was an ideal way to give closure to who I was, or I like you enough that I think you needed to be aware of what made me into the woman I am today, but I was never able to articulate it into words. Words are difficult, print not as much. For whatever reason you’re reading this, perhaps it would be best to start from the beginning.
It’s easy to forget I’m Earthborn and not just a colony child. I was born in 2148CE, just after the Prothean ruins were discovered on Mars. What a shitstorm that caused, and a part of me is glad I grew up well after humanity accepted the hard fact that we weren’t alone in the universe, and we were hardly the most advanced species out there. Of course, back then it was only the Protheans we knew about, a long extinct race that for some inexplicable reason left behind the gift of knowledge that shot us ahead hundreds, if not thousands of years in technological enlightenment. People were shaken to the core, religions faltered as so many more questions were suddenly thrust upon humanity. Confronted with irreversible proof of intelligent life from across the stars, people suddenly had to ask themselves if god really existed, and if He did, why was there no mention of terrifyingly advanced alien civilizations? If we were created in God’s image, then why were we so far behind? Of course, there were always crackpots insisting it was some government conspiracy, and the ultra-faithful insisted it was put there as a test of their faith. Most of humanity ignored these naysayers; for the first time in human history, we had some solid answers as to what was out there, and people’s eyes were fixed on the stars.
As far as I’m aware, they’re still digging up secrets in those old 50,000 year old archives. It really was like going back in time and giving a Neanderthal or Homo Erectus an aircraft and the knowledge of how to use it. Only multiply that by some significant number and you have an idea of what we learned as a species in such a short amount of time. We were at a point that we were just limping to Mars and back semi-comfortably, and suddenly the Protheans gave us the ability to not only reach the far corners of our own solar system, but they left behind something that scientists would have never dreamed possible.
They gave us the means to cross huge sections of the galaxy almost instantly. For whatever reason, the Protheans left us behind these gifts and before you know it, we find out that Charon, Pluto’s small satellite, is actually this massive machine we now call a Mass Effect Relay. It was constructed with materials we didn’t know existed, powered by a source that seemed infinite and powerful, and we found out that it could shoot matter like a rail gun to some far off section of space. The problem was, we didn’t know where that was. Nothing in human history can compare to the kind of distance we’re talking about. We didn’t even have a way to communicate with whatever was sent on the other side. And so, Jon Grissom volunteered to lead a voyage across the Charon Relay and if they survived, return to tell Earth what exactly was on the other side. I don’t think most people were honestly expecting him to come back from this suicide mission. After all, it could have been an elaborate intergalactic garbage disposal that would launch whatever was sent through it into a distant star, or it would lead people right into the center of the Prothean civilization. But everyone held their breath and hoped that Grissom would return and bring back a sign that humanity’s destiny was about to be fulfilled.
And how it was. Grissom came back victorious and very-much-so alive, larger than life, and suddenly he became the face of the Systems Alliance, a new direction humanity decided to take to focus on combining our resources into the greater good and to put humanity into the stars. It was also acknowledged that since intelligent, advanced life was waiting out there, humanity would need to be able to protect itself through force. It is funny how in the face of discovery, humanity’s first instinct is to start an arms race. We’re a violent, ambitious people that doesn’t play well with others. Our first thought at the prospect of encountering alien life is to have more guns than they do, regardless of the odds. Ironically, it’s this martial mindset that probably saved our asses a few years later. I’ll get back to that, later. Several nations signed the Systems Alliance charter, Great Britain being among the first. And so the story of how the Carson family found itself among the first colonists on another planet outside of our solar system. It’s the story of how I began.
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