RE: The Asari being useless - I know they're not, having played ME3 and the DLC fairly recently, actually. On the other hand, Commander!Faith hadn't played Mass Effect in at least six months, and that was before she got transformed into a giant robot and sent to dick around in the multiverse for a couple months more. Details get forgotten, but things like memetic fanon stick around a little longer.
Anyways, here's a chapter. Second last FTL chapter, if I can wrap up neatly in 2000 words or so. If not, third last. We'll see.
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54 - Admissions
What.
"Sorry. You're just… you're just going to accept, just like that?"
"Certainly. As I say, this is a chance for us to fix the mistakes we made long ago."
"Really? That's all you want this chance for?"
Avis-Murrd nodded. "We learned long ago the folly of mistreating others as slaves - I'm surprised you haven't read about it, yet, but you should perhaps research the Mantis Revolution. After that, once we looked at the Federation we knew that they had to go, but… well. We made a mistake."
I was… dubious. I'd wanted their help - appreciated it, even, - but that they were willing to up and take over another species' government so quickly? It seemed… far too convenient for me. After a moment's deliberation, I split off a second thread to go web-diving.
"Right, you mentioned that," I said, mainly to keep the conversation flowing. "A mistake made of fear?"
Avis-Murrd nodded. "Not to bore you with the exact details - I'm sure you could find them out anyway, given your not-unimpressive cyberwarfare skills, - when we made first contact with the Federation, we realized that their fleets, their military in general far outnumbered our own.
"Of course, we'd been watching them for some time before they officially discovered us, and we learned much about them. We saw that they were no better than we had been, in our treatment of the Mantis. We saw them cowing their own populace with force, and the Engi too."
He paused for a moment, spinning his chair to stare wistfully out at the sun, just minutes from vanishing completely beyond the horizon.
"We knew that presenting ourselves as weak would lead only to our subjugation. After much deliberation, the Senate decided on what they believed to be the safest course of action for our species. Rather than allow ourselves to seem weak, we would present ourselves as impossibly strong.
"Once we'd arranged a formal meeting between our ambassadors and the Humans, in a neutral system between our two territories, we pulled every ship we could spare - every scout fighter, every armed hauler, every sector defence craft, - and combined them into one huge fleet.
"We left every planet in our empire completely undefended, as to make a show of force we hoped would be sufficient to stop the Humans from immediately trying to conquer us. It worked. The Humans suddenly became a lot more amiable to our negotiations once they saw our fleet, more willing to accept peace between our races. After that, it was a simple matter of lying and deceiving the humans at every opportunity, leaving them totally unaware of the location of our fleets - or rather, our lack of fleets."
Avis-Murrd chuckled and then shook his head with a sigh.
"We were waiting for the optimal time to sow dissent into their populace - we had it all planned out; a slowly growing revolutionary movement, key figures given just the right nudges at just the right time so that the development of the liberation movement would rapidly snowball in popularity until it swayed even the lesser nobles, and then the ruling class would have had no choice but to submit and return to democracy…"
Seeing my Avatar's raised eyebrow, Avis-Murrd chuckled again.
"Of course, it was more complicated than that - a hundred of our best minds, master military and socio-political strategists alike, worked in concert over the course of three decades to formulate that plan… but then the Rebels, a completely unknown factor from a border world we didn't even realise existed, began their own war, and… well."
Avis-Murrd shrugged. "I think you can guess what happened from there."
"So… you allied with the Federation because you didn't want to get invaded, but this whole time you were plotting against them? Very cunning of you."
That earned a full-on laugh from the Zoltan. "Oh, please. The Zoltan Republic is always plotting."
I laughed with him at that one, the thought not crossing my mind until much later that he hadn't been joking.
"Now, as I was saying: the Rebels interrupted our original plan, so we had to rapidly abort those operations and switched to our contingency plan. Then you came along, and interrupted that plan - and that was an actual surprise for us - a rare thing indeed. It made us aware that our surveillance abilities have been… slipping, over recent decades. We missed the emergence of not one but two major galactic powers."
I had to admit, that was a pretty big case of dropping the ball, especially for the Zoltan, who were now reminding me much more of the Salarians than the Asari. Admittedly, neither movement had started big, but the Rebels had likely snowballed faster than the Zoltan could adapt and I… well, I think the title says it all. Brutally efficient self-replicating mechanism of war.
"However, whilst our intelligence agents failed in that regard, our plans to assume control of the Human government remain valid, and so, in the interests of maintaining galactic stability, we are more than happy to assist you in your goal."
Okay, now that was just screaming of there being more to it than that. I guess I could see them being afraid of the Federation's military power, even if I couldn't understand how the Federation even got an advantage over the Zoltan anyway due to the Zoltan's hundred-year lead on spaceflight and generally superior technology...
"I suppose that's as good a reason as any for you to agree with my offer, but… I have a question, if you don't mind. Why did you not take the issue to the other races? Did you not believe that they could assist you?"
Avis-Murrd's glowing eyes widened at that comment. "Of course, it was an option we had considered, but, for various reasons, it was deemed that any support they could offer would be too inconsequential to matter."
He leaned back in his chair, staring up into the ceiling, before beginning to explain.
"The Crystals and the Lanius, the only two other major powers, had both largely vanished shortly prior to this time - the Crystals retreating to their home sector and the Lanius vanishing beyond the edge of known space. The Rocks, the primitive descendents of the Crystals, were… well, primitive. They barely had the technology to reach their own moon. And the Mantis were far too small a nation to pose even the slightest threat to the Federation, and the fact that they had not a single interstellar colony meant that if the Federation had attacked them… they would have been annihilated within hours. They were unwilling to risk a war with another race of potential slavers, especially so soon after their first bloody revolution."
The Zoltan's brow furrowed, as though he was deep in thought.
"The Slugs… their government at the time was so horribly indecisive that if we'd bothered asking for help, we wouldn't have received an answer for a century, at minimum - and whilst the Zoltan are long lived, the Slugs surpass even us in that manner."
Avis-Murrd let out another sigh.
"And the Engi are, well, the Engi." The Zoltan added, seeming like somewhat of an afterthought.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, honestly curious.
"Well, you may have noticed that they are rather… lacking, in the department of competent politics. Their first contact was with the Federation, and the Federation have rubbed off on them strongly, especially with regards to galactic politics. They have something akin to a master-pupil relationship."
Oh. That explained… a lot, actually. Looking at the Engi as the Federation's eager student certainly made their criminal lack of tact plausible.
"Alright, so you felt that no one else could help you so you'd have to deal with them on your own. Fair enough. How exactly did you plan to do that?"
"Once we accounted for the Rebels? We were going to help them win. The loss of life would have been regrettable, but the circumstances were heavily in our favour and we predicted we would have no better chances in the foreseeable future. We had originally planned to sway them into limiting the collateral damage as much as possible, but the influence of our agents was limited, and we did not want to lose what little we had."
Well, apparently the Zoltan weren't exactly paragons, either, but at least they were honest about it. I… I guess I couldn't fault them for that. Certainly, letting the war end seemed much safer for the Zoltan than getting caught up in the middle, so...
"Our agent on the other side, within the Federation's Admiralty Board, would have ensured that the Kestrel would have been held back just enough to be incapable of defending against the Flagship, ensuring the eventual defeat of the entire Federation armed forces. Incidentally, the Flagship AI, the one you destroyed? It was one of our own making, designed to target and assume control over networked defensive systems, such as the Federation's orbital grid."
Oh. Oops.
"Once that was done, we were going to deny the Rebels the return of those assets until they agreed to maintain peace with us… naturally, we had plans for all eventual outcomes for that situation, but you rather interfered with them, as well. Incidentally, I understand that the Flagship AI engaged one of the Faith Foundation's AI units, shortly prior to the battle of Earth?"
Ah. Well, if he wanted to believe that…
"Yes. She was rather… upset, about the ordeal."
Understatement of the century. Stupid fucking AI.
"Well, on behalf of the Zoltan Republics I must apologise for its actions. It was merely following protocol, you understand."
I frowned. "That your protocol dictates that any unknown vessels should be immediately engaged seems flawed, at best."
Avis-Murrd frowned at that. "It should not have engaged a ship unless it had verified it as a threat, or was otherwise provoked. Likely, it detected your AI network and assumed the ship was not a ship, but a defence network turret, or some similar issue. Interesting. Although I must say I am disappointed in the Faith Foundation destroying the hard work of the Republic's specialists - I assume that was you, yes? - I can hardly fault you. Prototype AIs are dangerous, and several of our spies were worried the Rebels would eventually aim to unshackle it, to bring it to the level of our own AI. Such an event would have been… dangerous."
No shit, I thought, An unshackled military AI is dangerous?
Heh. I guess I'd be in a position to know. Although I wasn't sure at this point if I counted as unshackled or not. Were Commanders supposed to be capable of such autonomy?
"Regardless, we are rather straying from the topic, I believe."
"Ah, so we are," I acquiesced. "Back to ruling the humans. You were fairly clear earlier describing why every other race would be a poor choice of administrator… but that's not the same as convincing me you would be agood choice."
"Absolutely not," Avis-Murrd agreed with a grin, "and I am glad to see you realise that. How refreshing, to converse with a Human who is neither a bigot nor an imbecile."
I smirked, and for a moment there was silence between us, as he appeared to ponder how to answer the question.
"It is a valid point, but I must retort with a question," he said at last. "Who do you think uplifted the Mantis, the Rocks, and the Lanius to some level of civility? It certainly wasn't the Slugs - whilst they're perfectly capable on an individual level, their government is horrendous, as I believe I mentioned. They couldn't motivate themselves to send for food if every member of parliament was starving."
"You raise a valid point, sir."
As valid as it was, though I was still a tad apprehensive. There was definitelysomething going on that I was missing.
"You say you have a plan ready? I'm happy to accept your offer of assistance, but I - my superiors would likely appreciate a copy of this plan to look over, first. To ensure it's not too… morally objectionable."
Avis-Murrd nodded and smiled warmly. "Certainly, a wise precaution to take. And after what you did to our Artificial Intelligence prototype… well. I would not wish to challenge your judgement on moral issues."
He paused for a moment, tapping at his chin. "All things said, the plan will need to be adjusted for the specific circumstances, certain clauses revised… If you wish to leave one of your ships, or a messenger bouy in system, we'll have it sent to you by the end of the working week."