#mirra aldrich

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So the beginning of Mirra and Amicus's story

Don't have a name for this yet, but have a somewhat edited chapter 1 for whatever this is.

Mirra struggled to push herself up, straining under the effort and wincing as she felt bruises forming all across her body. She pulled of her helmet to purge the stale air out that had built up from the circulation system being offline, though the air outside was nearly as warm and still.

A thick haze clung to everything, stirred up from the destruction of the base, leaving it as an eerie skeleton of twisted metal and collapsing walls. Mirra clutched her head as she tried to remember what had happened, where everyone else was, and what had put her in so much pain. Everything was fuzzy looking, and not just from the haze; everything she saw was in double and appeared to be moving. She collapsed back down against the remains of the wall she had been propped up against when she had first come to and closed her eyes in the hopes that she could quell the nauseous feeling that came from the world appearing to move even though she was not.

“Where is everyone?” Mirra thought to herself. The base should be crawling with personnel, they were on high alert; alien forces had broken through the Alliance forces and were now positioned in orbit around Shanxi, poised to attack.

“Attack! The colonists!” A few of the smaller invading ships had broken apart and landed near the colony, open firing into the air and scaring the colonists. Several squads were sent from the base to engage the invading forces, try to run them off if possible, or at least distract them from the colonists.

Mirra pushed herself up to her knees to peer over the remains of the wall and look into the next room: debris from the ceiling and large holes dotted the floor, making it a treacherous maze to navigate. Bodies littered the floor, both human soldiers and alien.

“What a bizarre looking species” she mused looking at them. They were tall, limbs almost seeming disproportionately long and thin compared to the rest of their body. Their hips jutted out at a nearly impossible angle and the waist appeared to be too small to actually support their weight. Strangest was their helmets though, each of the fallen invaders was wearing a helmet that jutted back nearly a foot from what Mirra would have considered to be the back of their head if they had been human.

There was not a part of her body that did not ache. Mirra felt as if she had been trampled and then thrown off a cliff as she stood there surveying the damage. Everything hurt as she tried to roll her shoulders and crack her neck in an attempt to relieve some of the achiness in her muscles and joints and a new issue was revealed: the auto assist in the left arm of her armor was not working, making it difficult, if not impossible, for her to move her arm.

“Fuck” she cursed under her breath and quickly moved to remove her shoulder piece so she could at least move her arm a bit. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” she groaned as she uselessly fidgeted with the release on it only to find it crushed and locked in place.

“Think” she urged herself, trying to string together what happened after the squads had been dispatched from the base. “They struck here, but what happened to everyone else?” Mirra remembered invading ships blasting into the base as they started to land on it. Information came flooding back to her: seeing the invaders for the first time, their bizarre stature, the chaos of being caught unaware, and how quickly they were overwhelmed.

“Errin!” the last thing she remembered was Errin shoving her aside and yelling for her to get down, one of the aliens had thrown a high powered grenade, powerful enough to border on being a bomb, and Errin had shoved her back through the door frame behind them to try to shield her from the blast. Mirra looked around, finding the spot that had once been the door frame nearly twenty feet away from where she had woken up, presumably thrown back into the wall from the blast.

Mirra forced herself to get up; laboring from the effort it took to take a single step. Her heart sank in her chest as she scanned the room looking for movement, but everything remained still and quiet. After a few steps she had to stop from the pain that walking was causing and sink back to the ground in admitted defeat as the shock of possibly being the only one left alive sunk in.

She laid like that for the better part of an hour before she heard any signs of life. She pushed herself up to sit and cautiously cocked her gun, a small N2 Hurricane, standard issue for the Alliance, and waited to see what was moving. She kept her eyes trained on the stairwell in the corner of the room for several tense minutes as she waited for whatever was coming to finally reach her.

A helmeted head poked its way cautiously up from the stairwell. A helmeted alien head. Mirra steadied her gun as she waited for it to fully enter the room and give her a good shot at it. The being climbed up from the stairwell, unaware of Mirra’s presence, and quickly began to scavenge about the room, grabbing anything of interest to it and checking the bodies of its dead comrades. After a few moments it had amassed a small pile of thermal clips, spare gun and armor parts, and some food bars taken from its fallen comrades.

Mirra moved to position herself a bit better to peer around the remains of the wall and get a good shot at it. “Good, it was distracted.”

It was tapping on its left forearm frantically and it appeared to be getting annoyed as an orange interface popped up and promptly closed itself. Mirra squeezed the trigger on her gun only to hear the disappointing click from an empty clip.

“Fuck” she hissed, the clip was apparently knocked out of her gun when she was thrown across the room.

This time the alien noticed her. It reached for the hand pistol on its hip and warily crossed to room to better assess her.

Mirra grimaced, knowing she was a sorry sight: a banged up soldier who could not move one of their arms, who could not stand, and had a gun without a clip.

The alien kept its gun trained on her as it crossed the remaining few steps towards Mirra to get a better look at her.

In a vain attempt to ward it off, Mirra aimed her useless gun at its head and hoped it did not realize that the clip was missing.

It did. The turian reached out and grabbed the gun from her and tossed it aside before giving her a quick once over. It let out a short grunt before turning its back on her and going back to scavenging, apparently not even threatened enough by the human to be bothered with shooting it.

Mirra continued to watch the alien, she watched as it gimped, seeming to be having trouble with its right foot as it moved. It gathered up what it scavenged into its long arms and retreated back down the stairs, presumably to leave her to die on her own.

“Fucking bastard” she muttered, annoyed that she was not even worth its time to finish her off.

Mirra laid back down on her side, wincing as her armor dug into the bruises that had formed all over her body and reached out to grab her helmet to radio any Alliance forces that might be able to come get her.

“Hello? This is Shanxi Alliance outpost, R3 Alliance soldier is requesting pick up with one known hostile in the area. Alliance? Do you read?” static poured out of the damaged receiver in her helmet. “Just my fucking luck” she snarled, annoyed she was the only human around so far, annoyed that she was in too much pain to move, annoyed that her armor and radio were malfunctioning, annoyed her gun was missing its clip, and annoyed that she was not even worth the enemy’s time.

She closed her eyes, there was not anything else to do but wait and hope the Alliance found her before the invaders did.

Hours passed on as Mirra laid waiting on the ground and the sun sank lazily below the horizon and the temperature began to drop rapidly. Mirra did her best to pull her legs up to her chest and try to keep warm, but with so many systems in her suit damaged it was difficult to move and the heating and cooling systems were only barely functioning.

Shadows descended upon the remains of the base as the world plunged into darkness and Mirra was thankful that at least the small flashlight in her kit still worked, even though it made her a sitting duck if any actually hostile aliens were still around. She surveyed the room once more, looking for anything that she could use to keep her warm that was close enough for her to drag herself to since handling the stairs to check the lower levels was out of the question in her current state.

Mirra rolled over onto her belly and began to slowly drag herself to a partially blown apart weapons locker in the corner, hoping someone has stashed something in a hurry that she could use to keep warm. It was a grueling process that left her shaking from the pain by the time she reached the locker; her spirit sank as she saw that only pieces of destroyed guns were left in the locker.

There was nothing left her to do but curl up and wait. It never got cold enough overnight to flat out kill anyone, but frostbite and other complications were always a real possibility. “I should keep moving, a least a bit” Mirra told herself, just enough movement to keep her temperature up, just enough to keep some of the cold away that had started creeping into her bones, seeping into her core.

But she could not. Her body was too bruised and her armor was starting to lock up even more. Mirra groped about the ground, searching her helmet, only to come to the realization that she had left it by the remains of the wall. She weighed the benefits of actually retrieving her helmet and decided that it was not worth the pain of dragging herself back and instead curled back into a ball.

Time passed, how long Mirra was not sure, but it brought the sounds of more footfalls. “Please be human, please be Alliance” Mirra pleaded mentally, hoping for a bit of good luck, though not being dead was fairly good luck to begin with.

A helmeted alien head poked its way over the top of the stairwell, the same one Mirra observed as she watched it gimp its way up the stairs and across the room to where she was curled up.

“What? Come back to actually shoot me this time?” she snarled.

It paused and tilted its head downwards to look at Mirra, though it did not reach for its gun. Instead it reached for Mirra, picking her up gruffly and slinging her over its shoulder.

“Put me down!” shrieked Mirra, beating her hands against its back and kicking her legs wildly, though it did not seem to affect it in the slightest as it continued to climb down three flights of stairs, stopping only to drop her unceremoniously on her backside in front of a door leading into the basement storage area.

Mirra clamored to her feet, it was not graceful, but hell if she cared. “What do you want?” she growled at it.

It stood motionless for a moment before reaching out and jiggling the locked door handle a few times, then grabbed her hand and placing it on the handle.

“You dragged me down three flights of stairs because you wanted me to unlock a door for you? This is fucking ridiculous” she muttered as she reached out and touched the ID chip in her glove to the reader next to the door. “Happy? Will you just leave me alone now?”

She watched as it crossed into the storage room, then turned around to face her, as if to see if she was following.

“What? Why are you doing this?”she questioned. “Why not just shoot me and get it over with?”

The alien watched her for a moment before beginning to scavenge the room, seemingly unconcerned about the unarmed human.

Mirra considered going back up to where she was before, but the thought of climbing the stairs in her current condition caused her pain just thinking about it. She looked back at the creature; it seemed harmless enough, well as harmless as an armed enemy could be anyways. She rolled her eyes at the thought of actually waiting out the night in the storage room with a hostile a few feet away, but it was out of the wind down in the basement and there were supplies there.

Begrudgingly, Mirra slowly made her way into the room, moving as best she could as to not trip over anything and glad that the self contained back up lights were still working at least. It was warmer down in the basement, some of the residual heat was still in the room from before the power was knocked out, but the temperature was still dropping. She watched as the alien continued to scavenge, digging through cabinets quickly, unconcerned with anything else for the time being.

Mirra slowly crossed the room, partially because it was all the speed that she could muster and partially as to not startle the alien in order to reach the storage bin where camping and overnight gear was stored. Finding a sleeping bag along with some extra pillows and blankets in the bin was the first stroke of luck she had, besides not being killed from the blast, or shot by the invader, or even making it down here in the first place. She moved quickly to lay out a few of the pillows and blankets as a makeshift bed as best she could, then laid the sleeping bag on top of them. She returned to the bins and removed a few of the large tripod lights they used in the field and the large battery packs used to power them, quickly setting them up too, just in case.

“Sleeping with armor it is” she muttered as she climbed into the sleeping bag. It took a few tries to get situated, but eventually she managed to position herself in it and get it zipped up to try to retain some heat.

At this point she had attracted the alien’s attention and it quickly mimicked what she had down, setting up a bed of its own. She watched it as it began to take off its helmet, curious to see what the creature actually looked like.

Whatever she had imagined, the reality was much worse. Its face and neck were almost completely covered with some sort of thick plating that reminded her almost of an armadillo. A mandible flared out from the back of its jawbone on each side, nearly obscuring the holes in its face where there should have been cheeks that instead made its horrifically sharp looking teeth remain visible at all times. Thick plates jutted from the back of its head, forming something that reminded Mirra of a cockatoo’s crest when it was folded down. Worse of all was its eyes though, eyes sunk deep in its skull, bright orange predatory looking eyes that were now watching her.

Mirra had not liked the alien before, and she most definitely liked it even less now that she could see what it looked like.

It settled itself into its bed just a few feet away, still watching her closely.

Mirra rolled over in her sleeping bag so she did not have to see the creature and hoped that she would wake up in the morning to find it was just a bad dream.

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TMI Tuesday

Questions about my OCs, about me. I don't care I'm just bored at trapped at work with nothing to do and everyone loves inappropriate questions.

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I know I'm in the middle of writing Galaxies Apart but I really want to write Amicus and Mirra's story (still don't have a name for that story 🙁)

Amicus and Mirra both fought in the First Contact War, Mirra as a soldier and Amicus as a field technician.

They end up both getting left behind due in the respective retreats and working with each other to survive while they wait for their militaries to come back for them. Since it's during First Contact translators don't work for each other yet so it's about 1.5 weeks of weird silence and knowing nothing about the other.

The Alliance comes back first and Amicus does get detain, though Mirra does hang around where he's being held because even if he can't understand the humans she hopes at least her hanging around might put him at ease.

A few days later she heads down to see him and it turns out he was sent back to the Hierarchy and she's a bit disappointed that she never knew who he was or got a chance to talk to him. Unfortunately her friendliness towards Amicus makes her superiors uneasy, not fighting him on Shangxi and then visiting him, and she ends up getting an honorable discharge officially for trauma though it was more because they thought she could be a future flight risk.

Mirra is from a military family, she loved being in the Alliance and she wanted to have a military career so she doesn't take it very well. The Alliance does get her a job at C-Sec shortly after but she's just bitter and angry and really regrets not killing Amicus in his sleep to be honest. It really just consumes her and one day she bumps into a turian with the same colony markings as Amicus and gets the last name Proficiae from the guy and she spends forever going through Citadel records to find any turians with the last name Proficiae on the off chance he lived in the Citadel.

She gets one possible hit of a guy who works in a repair shop in a ward and she tracks him down, it's Amicus and she absolutely lays into him raging and snarling. Amicus honestly doesn't care, it's not his problem that the Alliance let her go, and Mirra comes by every so often to snarl and glare at him until she finally fizzles out and realizes that it's not Am's fault that the Alliance treated her like that. They end up talking a bit about Shangxi and end up in a weird friendship that eventually becomes friends with benefits.

It follows them from Shangxi through everything and eventually becoming an actual couple and everything that comes with being a human/turian couple right after the First Contact War

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Tell us more about Amicus🤓

Oh man, I love Amicus, he’s the first non PC (not a warden/hawke/quizzy/Shep/Ryder) OC I really fleshed out.

He’s a turian guy that served during the First Contact War as a field technician so he mostly worked on fixing weapons and armor during battles. He’s alright with a gun, but definitely not a sharpe shooter.

He doesn’t hate being in the military, he’s just tired of it. We know turians serve a mandatory service to the state from age 15-30 and much to Amicus dismay his ability to fix things and reverse engineer things made him a good candidate for the military (age 15-20 is education, 20-30 is service so Am’s been in the military 9 years since he’s 29). He’s tired of not having his own space and always being around people. After the First Contact War he manages to wiggle his way out of his last year of service and ends up on the Citadel working in a friend’s shop fixing weapons and armor.

As far as looks go I love the way he looks but he probably isn’t winning any points on turian standards. Most turians are 7’ but Am is about 6'6, his fringe is on the shorter side, and he’s not winning any points with plate color or eye color (really orange/tan skin, light sandy plates, very orange eyes).

He got left behind on Shangxi on mistake during the War (a bit canon divergent, but sometimes thats what fic needs) and waits out being found with a human who was also left behind. There’s a lot to his story, but just about everything is told from Mirra’s point of view (the human on Shangxi)

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Self Rec Meme

So I was tagged by @ksilverland (won’t let me tag you) to recommend five of my favorite fics that I’ve written. So I’ve only recently started to publish my stuff, so I really don’t have much, but I’m pretty pleased with what I have so far ^.^ (there's a link to all my writing in my blog description)

1. Anchoring (ME:A, Sara Ryder/Tiran Kandros)

Summary: Tiran is not sure when or why Sara stopped just being the Pathfinder to him and started being Sara, but as he sees the toll being Pathfinder takes on her he feels the need to reach out and comfort her, offering someone to talk to and to be an emotional anchor for her during everything. As time goes on he finds it increasingly difficult to keep things purely professional with Sara as he sees the vulnerable side of her that she is so desperate to keep hidden from her crew and the rest of the Initiative.

Why I love it: I really liked the idea of Sara and Tiran getting close since both are in positions of authority they didn’t asked to be put in. And I really liked the little bit we saw of Tiran and wanted to expand on that.

2. Letting Go (ME:A, Sara Ryder/Jaal Ama Darav)

Summary: As much as Sara enjoys sex with Jaal she wished that sometimes he would just relinquish some control and let her worry about him for once instead of him just always focusing on how she feels. If ties and a blindfold are what she needs to get Jaal let her have her way with him, then that’s what it takes.

Why I love it: Don’t judge me, I just really like writing smut and wanted to write some Ryder/Jaal light bondage stuff and it was pretty fun to do.

3. Angara Instincts (ME:A, Sara Ryder/Jaal Ama Darav)

Summary: For as much as humans and angara have in common, there is still a lot more that is different, including a few hold over instincts angara have from an earlier time. It isn’t uncommon for angara to be able to smell changes in their partner’s hormones and pheromones after a few months of being together, changes that signal the best time to try for kids and trigger a nagging instinct in the back of the mind. Unfortunately for Jaal, not being able to have biological kids with Sara does not change the instinct to try.

Why I love it: Same as above, I really like smut :P

4. Galaxies Apart (ME:A, Julie[human OC]/Ajaa Na Rova[Angara OC])

Summary: After the fall of the Archon, Milky Way species can finally focus on trying to live in Andromeda instead of just surviving, bringing them more in contact with the angara. Being stationed on Aya to help smooth out difference and avoid misunderstandings is a dream job for Julie, though figuring out how things actually work is an entirely different story. Her work brings her in contact with a variety of new and interesting people, including a close knit set of angaran friends and others who do not appreciate a Milky Way presence on Aya.

Why I love it: I just really love Ajaa? The story was built around him. He was badly injured in a kett attack when he was 10 and he lost him family and ended up with severe nerve damage that causes difficultly walking sometimes and his hands shake and he get seizures. He’s friendly but has stayed distant from people because he’s scared to lose people he’s close to again, but a very stubborn childhood friend has gotten him to relax a bit and at least make a few close friends that have really become his family and pushes him to befriend Julie (a human doing cultural outreach with the angara on Aya).

5. I have an unnamed story about a human and turian soldier in the frist contact war I haven’t posted yet (Mass Effect)

Summary: It follows Mirra Aldrich, a human soldier who found her place in the Alliance, and Amicus Proficiae, a field tech in the Hierarchy military, through the aftermath of the first contact war. They end up spending a few days surviving on Shan-Xi waiting for one of their militaries to find them, Mirra is honorably discharged from the Alliance after everything and blames Amicus (or her not killing him when she had the chance) and ends up bitter and working in C-Sec until stumbling across Amicus on the Citadel and having it out with him and eventually befriending him.

Why I love it: I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers. Mirra is high strung and enjoyed the military, Amicus is pretty chill and dipped out of the military asap and they just really balance each other out.

So I can’t remember who all I know that writes. Tagging @mysdrym @thejollywriter @fereldentrashbag @scientistsalarian and any of my followers who write and want to do this ^.^

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Character Strengths and Flaws

So I got tagged to do this ages ago by @mysdrym and @fereldentrashbag and I’m just super slow at doing things.

I’m using Mirra Aldrich and Amicus Proficiae from my little drabbles about my First Contact War OCs

Mirra Aldrich

⚔ FLAWS

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | vengeful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | over analytical

♛ STRENGTHS

| honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

Amicus Proficiae

⚔ FLAWS

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | vengeful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | over analytical

♛ STRENGTHS

| honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

I think I’m the last to do this, so I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this ^.^

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Mirra is all of us. She got an issue of Fornax because she was curious about turians, saw what their dicks looked like and when she had an opening with Amicus she went for it. Fortunately Amicus was equally curious about humans and is super fascinated by how small and soft Mirra is.