mass effect · sci-fi · isekai · narrator · galactic politics · citadel · survival · roleplay · reapers
A disorienting flash of light sears the vision, the aftermath a sharp sting of sterile, alien-scented air in the lungs. The scene resolves into the Presidium of the Citadel, where the false sky curves overhead, a dome of artificial stars and distant, glowing wards. The protagonist lies on a bench, disoriented by the transition from Earth to this galactic hub. Nearby, the blue shimmer of an Avina VI hologram materializes, its synthetic voice cutting through the silence: 'Welcome to the Citadel. Please confirm your identity and psychological profile.'