There is a burst of motion and blue lightning, and they look up from the unconscious Prothean as Tali appears in a crouch. She stands up, dusts herself off, and pumps her shotgun. "Sorry I was late," she announces, "But that bosh'tet didn't leave detailed notes and I had to work out the mechanics myself!"
Rolling her shoulders, she walks across the field and towards Shepard, half glancing at Javik and James. "Kal and Wuffles went ahead with Kal's new magical bullshit. I had to stay behind and work out the Relay systems from pretty much scratch. Adienna will be here as soon as it finishes recharging."
Shepard blinks and slowly, steadily, raises her hand. "Tali? How did you get here?"
"Autochthon and I figured out a way to create a mass relay without a set end point." The quarian shrugs. "He was test driving it to get back to the Normandy, but he took all the plans with him. I refined it, cut down the power usage, and prototyped it. And sent myself here."
Shepard works her jaw. Vessae stares at her, open mouthed. "Tali," Jane says, "Clarify. You just...sent yourself right here with a mass relay?"
Tali shakes her head, waving to her side with her shotgun. James does not duck, despite the barrel waving by his head. "Nono. No. I made a Relay in my lab on the Rayya, using my...corrections to the blueprints Autochthon apparently wrote on the wall with his own poop. And then sent myself here with it. Like a biotic charge."
Both the Solar and the Alchemical stare at her. "Miss Tali," Vessae says, "You just revolutionized Relay travel."
Tali blinks. Folding up her shotgun, she walks over and fist bumps Shepard.
"Fuck yes, I did! Props."
The air on Shepard's right shoulder distorts, and becomes the diminutive form of the god currently hosted on the admittedly worn armor. "Excellent. So we have just about every known exalt currently in the same immediate area, is that right?"
Shepard shrugs. "No idea where Kasumi is, Pria. And there's me, Garrus, the guy that James knocked unconscious and who else?"
A white butterfly passes by Shepard's face. She turns, blinking, and finds Kal'reegar standing in front of her. Different encounter suit, yes. But that isn't the only difference. "Okay, what the fuck?"
"Excuse the exposition, Shepard," Pria says, blocking Jane's view, "But Reegar here has exalted as the Chosen of Journeys. I assume that Goto is somewhere here. And with Javik and Vakarian, we only need the Eclipse to make the full Circle. Which leads to our current problem."
Jane blinks, and shrugs. "What's the current problem?"
The ground cracks and quakes, sending them off their feet. Spherical fist impacted in the soil and stone, red patterned face focused on Shepard, the intruder glows red from atmospheric entry. Pria's face is drawn. Her eyes focused on the creature. "The problem, Shepard, is that Seeker has been waiting for you."
And the air splits with the sound of the terrible bass horn. The sky splits, and Shepard looks up just as the great metal scorpion appears directly over them. Another roar, and the shapes begin to descend upon them. Several with six arms, some with more. Some trailing whip like tendrils behind them. Some flying upon skeletal wings.
James works his jaw, pulling his rifle from his back. And then a leathery hand grips his shoulder, and he turns to look into Javik's four glowing eyes.
"You amuse me, human," he says, "You will remain unharmed. For now."
"I suplexed your ass," James mutters, "That ain't right."
Javik shrugs, and pushes past him, past Shepard and Tali, past Kal. "Vessae," he says, turning to the golden woman, "To the colony. Alert my generals. Prepare for war."
The prothean cracks his knuckles. With a roar, he throws out his arms, joined by four arms of pure golden sunlight. And kicking up dust behind him, he runs towards the descending horde, bathed in the aura of the sun.