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Mass Effect: Ascension Mass Market Paperback – July 29, 2008
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Drew Karpyshyn is the New York Times bestselling author of Star Wars: Darth Bane: Path of Destruction and its sequel Star Wars: Darth Bane: Rule of Two, as well as several other fantasy and science fiction novels, including Mass Effect: Revelation. He is also an award-winning writer/designer for the computer game company BioWare, where he was lead writer on Mass Effect and the popular Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic video game. He can be contacted through his website at www.drewkarpyshyn.com–it’s all Drew, all the time!
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Paul Grayson never used to dream. As a young man he had slept untroubled through the night. But those days of innocence were many years gone.
They were two hours into the flight; another four until they reached their destination. Grayson checked the status of the ship’s engines and mass drive, then confirmed their route on the navigation screens for the fourth time in the past hour. There wasn’t much else a pilot needed to do en route; everything was fully automated while a ship was in FTL flight.
He didn’t dream every night, but almost every other night. It might have been a sign of advancing age, or a by-product of the red sand he dosed himself with on occasion. Or maybe it was just a guilty conscience. The salarians had a saying: the mind with many secrets can never rest.
He was stalling; checking and rechecking the instruments and readouts to hold what was to come at bay. Recognizing his own fear and reluctance allowed him—forced him—to confront the situation. Deal with it. He took a deep breath to collect himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he rose slowly from his seat. No sense putting it off any longer. It was time.
On some level he always knew when he was dreaming. There was a strange haze over everything, a bleary film that left the false reality feeling washed out and muted. Yet through this obscuring filter, certain elements would register with exacting precision, minor details indelibly etched into his subconscious mind. The juxtaposition added to the surreal nature of his dreams, yet also made them somehow more vivid, more intense, than his waking world.
His feet padded softly over the carpeted aisle as he made his way aft from the cockpit toward the passenger cabin. There, Pel and Keo occupied two of the four seats, sitting kitty-corner across from each other. Pel was a big man with broad shoulders and olive skin. His hair was cropped in a tight afro, and he had a thin black beard extending along the length of his jaw. Seated in the chair facing Grayson as he came into the cabin, Pel was swaying gently back and forth in time to the song coming over his headphones. His fingers tapped lightly against his thigh, his perfectly manicured nails rustling softly against the dark material of his suit pants. His tie was still tight around his neck, but his jacket was unbuttoned and his mirrored sunglasses were tucked away inside the right breast pocket. His eyes were nearly closed; he’d lost himself in the rhythms of the music—a peaceful, easy image at odds with his reputation as one of Terra Firma’s top personal protection agents.
Keo wore the same suit as her partner minus the tie, but she lacked the imposing physical size one typically expected in a bodyguard. She was a full foot shorter than Pel and maybe half his weight, though there was a tautness to her wiry muscles that hinted at the violence she was capable of inflicting.
Her exact age was difficult to pin down, though Grayson knew she had to be at least forty. With advances in nutrition and gene therapy to reduce the effects of aging, it was common for people to look as young and healthy at fifty as they did at thirty, and Keo’s unusual appearance made it even harder to estimate how old or young she might be. Her pale skin was the color of chalk, giving her a ghostly appearance, and her silver hair was shaved short enough to glimpse the pasty-white flesh of her scalp beneath.
Intermarriage between the various ethnicities of Earth over the past two centuries had made alabaster skin a rarity, and Grayson suspected Keo’s stark complexion was the result of a minor pigment deficiency she had never bothered to reverse . . . although it was entirely possible she had undergone elective skin-lightening for cosmetic purposes. After all, visibility was a key aspect of her job: let people know you’re on duty, and they’ll think twice before doing anything stupid. Keo’s odd appearance definitely made her stand out in a crowd despite her stature.
She was facing away from Grayson, but she twisted around in her seat to watch him as he entered the cabin. She looked tense and coiled, ready for anything—a complete contrast to Pel’s easy calm. Unlike her partner, she seemed incapable of relaxing, even under the most mundane circumstances.
“What’s wrong?” she demanded at his approach, eyeing the pilot suspiciously.
Grayson froze and raised his hands in the air so they were level with his shoulders. “Just getting a drink,” he assured her.
His body was charged with nervous anticipation, the tips of his fingers were actually tingling. But he was careful to betray no hint of this in his voice.
This particular dream was all too familiar. Over the past ten years he had relived his first kill hundreds, if not thousands, of times. There had been other assignments, of course; other deaths. In the service of the greater cause he had taken many, many lives. If humanity was to survive—to triumph over all the other species—sacrifices had to be made. But of all the sacrifices, of all the lives he had taken, of all the missions he had completed, this was the one he dreamed of more than any other.
Satisfied the pilot posed no immediate threat, Keo turned away from him and settled back down in her seat, though she still seemed ready to lash out at the slightest provocation. Grayson made his way behind her toward the small fridge in the corner of the passenger cabin. He swallowed hard, his throat so dry and tight it actually hurt. He half-imagined he saw her ears twitch at the sound.
From the corner of his eye he saw Pel remove his headphones, dropping them casually into the seat beside him as he stood up to stretch. “How long till we land?” he asked, his words partially stifled by a yawn.
“Four hours,” Grayson replied as he opened the fridge and ducked down to inspect the contents, struggling to keep his breathing calm and even.
“No complications?” Pel asked as the pilot rummaged around in the chilled contents of the fridge.
“Everything’s right on schedule,” Grayson replied, wrapping his left hand around a bottled water while his right grasped the handle of the long, thin serrated blade he had stashed inside the icebox before the journey began.
Even though he knew this was a dream, Grayson was powerless to change anything that was about to happen. The episode would continue without variance or alteration. He was trapped in the role of passive observer; a witness forced to watch through his own eyes as events unfolded along their original course, his subconscious refusing to allow him to alter his own personal history.
“Guess I’ll go check on sleeping beauty,” Pel said nonchalantly, giving Grayson the code phrase for the final go. There was no turning back now.
There was only one other passenger on board: Claude Menneau, one of the highest ranking members of the pro-human Terra Firma political party. A man of vast wealth and power, he was a charismatic, though not necessarily likable, public figure; the kind of man who could afford a private interstellar vessel, complete with his own pilot and a pair of full-time bodyguards to accompany him on his frequent trips.
In what had become a familiar routine, Menneau had locked himself away in the VIP room in the aft of the vessel just after takeoff. There he would rest and prepare for his upcoming public appearance. In a few hours they were scheduled to touch down at the civilian spaceport on Shanxi, where Menneau would address a fevered crowd of Terra Firma supporters.
In the wake of the Nashan Stellar Dynamics kickback scandal, Inez Simmons had been forced to step down from her role as party leader. It was clear either Menneau or a man named Charles Saracino would succeed her at the Terra Firma helm, and both were making frequent trips to the various human colonies to drum up support.
Menneau was currently ahead in the polls by a full three points. But things were about to change. The Illusive Man wanted Saracino to win, and the Illusive Man always got what he wanted.
Grayson stood up from the fridge, shielding the knife from view with the bottled water in case Keo happened to be looking his way. To his relief, she was still seated facing away from him, her attention focused on Pel’s back as he made his way with long, easy strides toward the VIP room in the tail of the vessel.
The chilled condensation on the water bottle made his left palm cold and damp. The right was damp, too—hot and sweaty from being clenched too tightly around the handle of his weapon. He took a silent step forward so that he was standing only inches behind Keo, her bare neck exposed and vulnerable.
Pel would never have been able to get this close to her; not without raising suspicion and putting her on guard. Despite nearly six months working together as bodyguards for Menneau, she still didn’t completely trust her partner. Pel was a former mercenary, a professional killer with a murky past. Keo always kept half an eye on him. That was why it had to be Grayson. She might not trust him—Keo didn’t trust anybody—but she didn’t watch his every move like she did with Pel.
He held the weapon poised to strike, took a deep breath, then stabbed forward with the blade, striking at an upward angle toward the soft spot in the skull just behind Keo’s ear. It should have been a quick, clean kill. But his momentary hesitation cost him; it gave Keo a chance to sense the attack before it came. Reacting with a survival instinct honed over countless missions, she leaped from her seat, spinning to face her attacker even as the blade plunged home. Her incredible reflexes saved her from instantaneous death; instead of sliding smoothly up into her brain the knife buried itself deep in the flesh of her neck, where it stuck fast.
Top customer reviews
Mr. Karpyshyn's contribution to the Mass Effect expanded universe is a good one. It tells us Captain Anderson's origin story, it gives an insight into Saren's character and it lays the framework for the seemingly obsessive way humans in the Mass Effect game seek advancement and recognition. This fiction does an excellent job showing the inherent difference between the humans and the Council, however it does a poor job showing the differences between the humans and aliens in general.
The Krogan assassin, Skarr, was a terrifyingly described vision but as his actions were written he failed to measure up. He was painted as a veteran of countless struggles and a professional killer but his ineptitude in action gave me the feeling that the author went too far to design him as a weapon of terror or perhaps the author didn't give his character the focus required to make him measure up to his description.
The damsel of the story, Lt. Sanders, was boring. She added nothing to the story and her relationship with Anderson was dull and predictable.
Saren was depicted as a thinly-veiled sociopath. His actions on the surface looked like one who was simply a take-no-prisoners elite agent, but under close examination it became evident that Saren sought the most violent solution to any problem. The depiction of Saren is an excellent introduction to the character for those who haven't played the game as well as an excellent expansion of the character for those who have. Saren was shown to be an excellent soldier and an intelligent manipulator who made a career out of hiding his true ways and desires from authority.
This book is given three stars by me despite its many flaws because as starting points for Mass Effect fiction go it is an acceptable one. I look forward to stories about other aspects of the universe; perhaps one set in the Krogan war, the Quarian expulsion by the Geth and so on. A vast and untapped world of fiction waits to be discovered in the Mass Effect expanded universe.
The end of this book felt a little incomplete to me. I understand the author's approach but it was a difficult ending for me.
Regardless of the ending, this is an incredibly well-written book and worth the read.
Kahlee Sanders from Revelation returns and assumes her role as a weak character. Without Anderson or Saren from the first novel to carry the load, the character of Sanders falls very flat. The focus of the book, a human named Gillian with massive biotic potential, is painfully bland. Attempts to portray her autistic quirks as enigmatic wonders are a ham-fisted mess. There are a few plot twists that defy logic and feel exceptionally forced.
There are a few bright spots in this novel. The spaceport Omega (a great setting in the second video game) is well-explored, as is the Quarian fleet. Karpyshyn's ability to describe a fight or battle is excellent. It's a shame his characters are so damn boring.
For those who've played the game, you probably remember how it vaguely recounts Captain Anderson's experience with Saren. This is the primary focus of the novel, and ultimately makes the game more interesting because of it.
Without going into too much detail, the plot is well crafted. The first portion of the book is filled with action (all of the action scenes are surprisingly engaging) and is very entertaining, the second part begins to fall off a bit with a lot of dialogue and many simultaneous branching paths, but is worth it when they all converge later in the novel. Ultimately, the end of the story falls a bit flat. However, it gives back story to the overarching conflict of Mass Effect. Kind of similar to how Saren's character doesn't really matter in the big picture of Mass Effect, but gives back story for the rest of the series.
Saren's character is done extraordinarily well, quite a feat considering the theme of his character is to accomplish his task no matter the cost. I actually found that by the end, despite my feelings of anger towards him for his amoral decisions, that I respected him for his efficiency. He's not truly evil, he simply has a more analytical approach to his job...coupled with a hatred for humanity and sociopathic tendencies. I also found it interesting to draw comparisons between Anderson and Saren, to the Paragon and Renegade paths in the games. More or less, their characters are ideal models for each role. Another couple side-notes: there's an interesting and unexpected focus on the subtleties of negotiation; and a thought-provoking analysis of humanity relative to other species (that were aggressive, bullies, etc., similar to how other species feel about us in the games, especially turians).
Again, an overall very worthwhile read for the avid Mass Effect fan. I'm readily anticipating the next book in Karpyshyn's series (Ascension) in the mail.