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Mera Niira was an interesting quarian from her a young age she showed an abnormal interest in both mechanical engineering that was normal for an quarian and an enormous interest in physics that others joked rivaled just to salarian.

She was born on the old Asari frigate, one of the more battle-ready ships the Migrant Fleet has from one of Asari Matriarch that showed more compassion than all of the Asari race combined after the Morning war.

It was around a hundred years after the Morning war that showed quarians just how undesirable they are to the rest of Citadel races.

Once the proud race that is most skilled in engineering with no other race rivaling their mechanical skills were degraded into 'Suit rats' by the rest of the galaxy, even the despicable Batarians are more welcomed inside Citadel space.

That was blown to quarian people who thought they were members of Citadel races with promises of help in case of emergency, but no even their cold backs weren't enough, as the supposed 'Peacemaking forces' of Citadel that were made of Turians were and still are adamant in forbidding them any word where the Quarians could settle and gather forces for retaking of their homeworld.

The wort was seeing how Turians with the same dextro biology taken the worlds Quarins found for themselves, further showing that they didn't take it for law-breaking, but more of greed as dextro based worlds were so rare that Turians would rather risk Quarian death than giving them a single world where they could live.

For hundred years, the new Quarians generations are paying for something their forefathers did as the 'civilized' races showed zero compassion to population decreasing species.

In such an unfavorable time was Mera Nar Niira born. She was a quiet quarian who showed minimal sociable skills that worried more than one adult quarian as they worried how she would survive her pilgrimage.

And their worries were well found as the quarian girl died in suicide as not to live a life of a slave to batarians that found her on Omega station starving as nobody wanted a help quarian.

And that was time I was born, or rather reborn?

First, I felt a migraine that I could compare to the pain of a truck that struck me into the head at high speed without killing me as memories, not my own, started to merge with my own.

On one side, there was a Quarian girl that was so antisocial that she could be called ultra NEET if not for her skills and drive of helping her race by bringing worthy trophy with herself back to the Fleet.

And on the other side was me.

A NEET who lived his life inside his little world of games and anime, I still don't know how I ended up there inside an alien girls body, which even now felt like if somebody kicked me into nuts as even if I didn't use my little buddy down there, I still liked having my dingdong...

Still, I knew that I took my situation better than I thought I would, or maybe it is that im still in shock, or I was just numb to my new situation as there was nothing back on Earth that I would regret to lose.

As I looked around me with my eyes only, I just watched how one o of the batarians is going through Meras or instead now my things that she, I have.

God, it was so confusing for me. It seems that the merge was not complete, or rather I should start acclimatizing to my new life.

I looked as the batarian left his gun close to me, stupid...

But I was dead, I mean, Mera was dead, and when they scanned her after her suicide, that ended her life be being shot after she almost killed one of the batarians, so it was not really a fallout of batarian to let his gun near the dead quarian.

I didn't know how Meras or now my body was still breathing when I should have a clean shot through where the quarian heart was supposed to be.

But I will not look gifted horse on the teeth.

So carefully and slowly, my hand reached the gun that is an older model of Brawler from the games, that brought new emotions to me as I remembered that humans of this universe are still around late 1900 to early 2000 year and 200 years before the Shanxi incident.

Waking up from my stupor, I looked at the gun in my hand, inspecting it for any safety mode and how much ammunition it has, nodding to myself after making sure to have more than half of ammunition, just enough to kill all three batarians without a problem.

Good, I looked at the batarian that looked too absorbed in his searching through my items to even suspect something as a zombie in his back.

I had my aim on his head, but then I get a better idea as someone could hear the shot.

Slowly and silently, I stood up and thanked God that Omega was a loud station as my own movement was masked by the music of some bar that was above us.

Coming close to the batarians back, my Omni-tool lighted up as the scarcely used Omni-blade shot up through the batarians head, killing him silently.

Looking at his dead body, I couldn't help but wonder how easy it was for me to take a life, no matter how despicable that life was.

Forgetting my thoughts, I looked at the corridor where I saw two other batarians speaking to each other, and the Meras knowledge let me know that they had the most obsolete armors that didn't even have the basic kinetic shields.

Making up my mind, I looked at the doors that were closed, making it up more effortless for me to plan to go unnoticed by residents of Omega, and even if someone body heard the shooting, nobody would care as long as you don't shoot them, that was life on Omega.

Activating my Omni-tool, I used it to make one of the machines give up sounds that gained the batarians attention as they looked at it and gave me direction on their backs.

Thank god I played enough games to know how to use the surrounding for my benefit.

With a quarian agility, I silently and quickly moved to their backs in one hand Omni-blade and in other a gun, stretching out my hand I pierced one batarian through his chest making the other batarian looked at me in shock.

"Wha!"

But before he could say anything, I shot him to the head.

"Ho-how?"

The pierced batarian asked me as he held his chest in a desperate attempt to stop bleeding.

I looked at him through my visor.

"I would like to know too."

I said as my Omni-blade lighted up and severed his head from the body as I didn't want to risk anything.

Finally having time to think, I slumped down and breathed the air inside my suit as the quarrian equivalent of adrenaline was coming down.

"Well, I always wanted to be reborn, but to think I would be gander-bendered into an alien chick."

I said as I chuckled at my situation as my mind gone through the girl's memories that were making my emotions very, very messed up.

"First, I need to get money."

I said to myself quietly, and thankfully there were three death batarians that could help me with it.

"Second, get the hell out of Omega."

And really, I don't wish to stay in this shit hole as I didn't want to risk getting ganked up by all aliens there, god even vorcha did have it better there, and they were a fucking vorcha!

"Third, where?"

And that was it right? to where should I go? I can't return to Fleet because of their stupid law of pilgrimage. I needed to bring them something, and even then, I would be just another Quarian in the daying flotilla.

And then I hit me.

Maybe, maybe I could be lucky enough.

I looked at my Omni-tool and thought about it.

Yes, it could work, I just hoped the games weren't so different from the reality as my stupid plan could kill me, but then again, this was a place where everything could kill me.

At least like this, I die the death I chose myself.

But first, I needed a ship, remembering from the memories I knew that these three dead bastards were members of one small raiding party that have one small and old batarian frigate. Still, they had around twenty personnel, well seventeen now, but still, I was a risky plan.

But then again, without risk, zero gain.

Making up my mind, I striped the batarians Omni-tools of all of their credits and data, successfully gaining information about their party and ship codes that will let me get inside.

"Oh?"

I had more luck than I thought, looking at the information from their messages, I now knew that their leader with fifteen members is now on some gathering of different raiders parties.

Leaving just five people guarding the ship, well, just two now as the three dead batarians by my side were the ones who won the bet and left two losers on the guard duty.

I smiled to myself, and it seemed my path is clear. Going through dead bodies, I get all valuables that I could bring with me without problem with one terminator assault rifle that has thermal clips.

Nodding to myself, I made my way to the now almost empty ship as I tried not to think how I ended up there or how my new body and suit didn't have the holes from the shot that ended up Mera's life.

These thoughts could wait until I would be a long way from this place.