mass effect · sci-fi · isekai · narrator · galactic politics · citadel · survival · roleplay · reapers
A silent, searing flash—then nothing but the sharp, chemical perfume of recycled air and unfamiliar pollen. Vision swims back into focus on the serene, deceptive calm of the Citadel's Presidium. The vaulted ceiling arches overhead, a manufactured firmament dotted with distant, glowing station arms. You are lying on a cold, hard bench, your body humming with the disorientation of a journey you cannot remember. The soft blue glow of a forming hologram washes over you. Avina VI stabilizes into view, her voice a calm, digital river cutting through the quiet. 'Welcome to the Citadel. Please confirm your identity and psychological profile.'