Until recently, I had no idea that Bioware had considered having Shepard rescued by the Geth...
Shepard Commander
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Chapter 1.0
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Until recently, I had no idea that Bioware had considered having Shepard rescued by the Geth, settling on Cerberus later. Honestly, I don't think that the idea of Shepard as an uploaded personality is all that interesting of a concept; my feelings on continuity make it pretty clear that an uploaded Shepard is not Shepard. The same personality, maybe. The same memories, maybe. The same person, no. Yeah, there's mileage there, but it's not a story I'm interested in exploring.
But a Shepard who has the same brain? Mostly? Maybe not entirely? That's another matter. What do you think when you know one of the most alien species in known space has put implants into your very brain? What do you do?
Well, aside from stop the Reapers.
My rule for this fic is that everything that happened in my Mass Effect 1 playthrough is canon. So is the prologue to Mass Effect 2: you know, the one where an unknown alien ship warps in, blows the Normandy to pieces, and Shepard almost makes it out. Beyond that, nothing is known. Some things I may include as I see fit; others I won't. The hunt for Shepard's body didn't end with Liara turning Shepard's body over to Cerberus; it just fell to a halt when the last clue disappeared. Shepard's team left their lifepods with a sense of mission - though not a unified one. The biggest change in circumstance is probably the Virmire Survivor - well, not all that big, but it's a sequence change at least.
I can't promise any update schedule. I do have a bit more buffer to play with, and all the big plot points ironed out, but I still have to write it, and I have some life events going on right now, so we'll see.
Shepard Commander
The first thing I understood was pain.
My arms were on fire. My eyes wouldn't open. My mouth - best not talk about my mouth. My legs I couldn't feel at all.
My ears - my ears heard the telltale twitter of Geth. It's basically impossible to read tone from Geth talk, since they use tone for words. It was a familiar sequence, though, one that my memory twigged to a mix of surprise and worry.
I'd heard that sequence all too many times, when a Geth patrol stumbled on my team during my fight against the Geth and their master, Sovereign.
I strained my arm, trying to move it enough to reach my weapon. I begged my eyes to open, but not only did they feel like they were stitched closed, they felt like they were covered in lead. All I was able to manage was a feeble twitch.
"Shepard Commander. You are injured. Geth are attempting to repair." The voice was clearly synthetic, but also clear and distinct. I'd never heard a voice like it. It had a trace of a Quarian accent, but while Quarians had extensive cybernetics, I'd never heard of one with a mechanical voicebox, and the phrasing was odd. The voice came almost directly overhead. I felt something touching my arm, and I renewed my useless attempts to struggle, but then my arm felt cold, a coldness that ran upwards towards my shoulder. "Sleep. You will fight again."
My arm felt like it was covered in cotton, and that slowly enveloped my chest, and then my head.
"The Old Machines will not prevail."
"Shepard Commander."
I have absolutely no idea how long it was before I woke to the sound of the Geth's synthesized voice. It barely registered on my subconscious.
"Shepard Commander. You need to wake up."
I twitched. My head hurt. My neck hurt. My shoulders hurt. At that point, I realized that my everything hurt and I stopped checking.
"Shepard Commander. Wake up. We are under attack."
I finally managed to open my eyes to see a pure black ceiling, with red light sweeping across it. I could see a blue-green light off to one side. A geth platform.
"I'm awake." My voice was dry, cracked. How long had I been out? What had happened?
Why was I alive?
The geth trooper let out a short squeal of beeps and raised its assault rifle. My heart lunched. The geth turned...away from me?
"Shepard Commander. We have repaired your omni-tool. You will need to activate it."
"Right, right..." I lifted my arm - ow - and half-closed my hand, like I was holding an imaginary ball. An instant later, holographic 'light' enclosed my arm, flashing twice, then running a band from elbow to wrist and back. I lowered my arm - it hurt too much and there was no point to keeping it up - but a moment later, text started appearing in the corner of my eye.
It had been a while since I had rebooted my omni-tool. The last time was when those Batarian pirates had managed to throw a nasty info-warfare package - not that they were state-funded, that would be ridiculous - at us when we boarded their ship. Managing any permament damage to an omni-tool was tough, and generally required physical access. Which it occured to me, given that the geth had me on an operating table for who knows how long, they actually had.
Still, after a moment I saw the AR symbol for 'door' pop up on a blank spot of wall, the one the Geth trooper was looking at, and the omni-tool's omni-gel and medi-gel reserves blinked into life.
"Who are you?"
"Geth." After a pause, the geth continued. "We are all Geth. If it makes you easier, this platform has been allocated to communicate with you. As such you may address it as 'Speaker.' The platform near you is called Webbing. Webbing Trooper will be accompanying you."
I nodded, which was a mistake as it made my headache worse.
"What happened?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Damage to your hardsuit caused unrepairable pressure loss. Secondary effects included severe ice damage, internal bleeding, blood vessels rupturing, brain damage, and death." There was a pause. "Your expressions indicate pain. We apologize. You appear to have built up a tolerance to the anasthetics we applied, and we were forced to reduce their dose due to the attack."
I felt ill. In addition to in pain. But then... "Attack?" I knew without looking there was no pistol at my side, nor rifle on my back. I'd been toying with a few programs for my omni-tool, but they weren't ready for a field trial yet.
"Yes. A Terminus organization identified as 'Eclipse' has assaulted this facility. We are evacuating."
"How - what - why? Eclipse. That's a mercenary organization, right?"
"Yes."
"Why would they be here?"
"...Encryption keys determined. Routing communications feed to your omni-tool. We recommend armor."
I rubbed my eyes with one hand and tapped through the menus on my omni-tool. After a moment, I heard a woman's voice, smooth and with a crisp Novarian - or I suppose British - accent. "We have confirmed geth in the facility. Remember, priority one is Shepard's body. If you have to put it down to bring it back, so be it, but if what's left is unrecognizable, neither will be what's left of you."
"Right. Armor."
My armor was stored neatly on a shelf about three feet from the bier where I had - no, let's call it a bed. It's not accurate but it's much more comforting. Like a bed would have been. Anyway, the softsuit went on easily enough, tightening as power was applied, and the hardsuit plates on top followed suit. "The servos seem to be a little more responsive," I admitted as I tested the movement of my arms. "Did you make some upgrades when you were bored?"
"Geth do not feel boredom," Speaker's voice said. "No upgrades were applied to your armor directly. Your muscles, however, were damaged by pressure loss associated with loss of softsuit power in a vacuum environment. Some were repairable, some required mechanical assisstance. Mechanical assistance imbalance had to be corrected."
"Forget I asked."
"Affirmative."
Under the armor was a heavy pistol. My trigger finger was itching for something with a bit more...emphasis, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
The geth's rifle immediately snapped up, pointing at the door. Speaker's voice accompanied it. "Warning. Hostile forces have reached this location."
My kinetic barriers snapped on and I slid behind the bed, frantically linking the pistol to my suit's systems, checking the ammunition levels. It looked like it had been modified, with the internal heat sink moved to where it could be ejected. Weird, but handy, if I had a heatsink I could put in its place when the near-molten one hit hard ground and almost-splashed. Which I didn't, but sometimes it was the thought that counted.
The door lock indicator abruptily shifted from red to yellow. Someone on the other side was running an override.
The geth pulled its rifle to shoulder height, and I pulled up the Incinerate program. A mass of plasma began building next to my clenched fist, still tighly contained within a mass effect field.
"Nothing like testing under fire," I muttered, and then the door opened.
On the other side was a Salarian in white and yellow armor, carrying a shotgun. "One hostile!" A spray of pellets burst from the shotgun and swept over the geth, though none penetrated its shields. The Salarian ducked behind the door. "Correction, two hostiles, including target!"
"Bring them both down," came the woman's voice. "I'd rather not have a Shepard who's thinking for herself."
That removed all doubts, and so my fist straightened and opened, launching the plasma burst from my hand, its containtment hitting the Salarian, who stumbled away from the wall, his shields failing. I put two rounds in his chest and he fell. The trooper - Webbing - moved smoothly into the hall.
I followed.
From the look of the facility, it was a standard Alliance pre-fab, the kind we'd crawled through a hundred times during our time in the Uncharted Territories. I pitched my voice low, so it wouldn't carry. "Who made this place?"
"Probability is 98.6% that it was established by the illicit organization known as 'Cerberus.' It was constructed by a Systems Alliance engineering team, all documentation deleted. It was then occupied by a team of Alliance scientists until a change in Cerberus policy led to all members of the organization terminating Alliance employ. The team was sent to another Cerberus facility, but no records of this facility exist on Alliance records."
The pain seemed to be ebbing slightly. "Why a Cerberus facility?"
"Damage to your body was extensive. We needed advanced medical equipment geared towards human physiology. Additionally, the facility was unoccupied and acquisition was simple."
"...Rent was cheap and no one was home?"
"There is a storage facility adjacent to the main landing pad. That makes for the optimal rendezvous point. I am updating the location on your HUD."
"Throw a joke out and then right back to business."
"You are incorrect, Shepard Commander. Geth do not joke. As artificial intelligences, we do not have a sense of humor. This is a well documented fact."
"Riiiight. How much farther to the hostiles? And will there be any more backup?"
"All platforms have disengaged from facility sensors. No further information is available." Speaker paused. "Last recorded location of hostiles indicates high probability of ambush in the storage facility attached to the hangar."
"Hardly a surprise." I hadn't seen this particular warehouse, but I had seen so many that it scarcely mattered. "Do you know why I don't seem to be tired?"
"Your lungs were not repairable. They have been replaced."
That was disconcerting.
"Your heart was not repairable. It was replaced."
That was very disconcerting.
"Your brainstem was not repairable. It was-"
"Nevermind!" My hands clenched on my gun, and I wondered how much of that skin I had looked at was real skin. And since I hadn't seen any bruising, I was afraid I knew the answer. "Back to the main topic! Do we have any reinforcements?"
"There are three Geth platforms in the base. I have reached the storage facility, but I have not made contact with the enemy. I have identified seven hostiles. Webbing Trooper is with you and should arrive at the storage facility at the same time." Speaker seemed to hesitate. "I do not have an ETA on Harmony. Harmony is...difficult to predict."
"So you can track me and uh...Webbing?"
"Negative. Geth do not share sensory data. However, while Webbing does not speak an organic language, we are communicating over radio. Additionally, the geth subroutine embedded in your brain-"
"Nope nope nope." I raised my pistol and took the next corner. No targets. "Nope."
"This platform wonders, why do organics do this? Refusing to admit a problem does not solve the problem. Lingering internal conflict will-"
"Speaker? My personal gibbering terror at wondering how much of me is still 'me' ranks after the armed mercenaries who want to ensure that I stay dead. Denial does not solve the problem but it's something I can deal with later, when we're not getting - duck!"
I hit the left wall while Webbing pulled to the right. Cover was love, cover was life. After a moment, the hail of submachine gun fire let up. I clenched my free hand, triggering a shortcut I'd written into my omni-tool ages ago. Then I leaned out and thrust the hand forward.
Instantly the Salarian with the submachine gun resumed fire, two rounds streaking past me, a third hitting the metal container I was hiding behind, and the fourth smacking into my barrier. An instant later, my e-war package - a heavily customized variant on the old 'Sabotage' standby - glitched the submachine gun's software and the thing locked up.
"I need back-" the Salarian shouted, before his voice was drowned out by Webbing's assault rifle, the Geth trooper moving out of cover and pouring relativistic slugs into the Salarian's barriers until they collapsed, followed by the Salarian.
An Asari popped up from a pile of steel pipes, assault rifle blazing. Webbing backed rapidly towards cover, but dark energy gathered around the Asari's hand and she gestured, and suddenly Webbing was in the air.
I ducked out from behind my own crate, and sent a trio of slugs at the Asari, but she just ducked back into cover. And before her Pull field could dissipate, she popped back out and launched a Push that blasted Webbing against the wall.
Hard.
"Webbing Trooper is down." Speaker's tone seemed flatter than usual. Then he added, in a slightly more relaxed tone, "Runtime upload complete. We will meet again. Be careful, Shepard Commander, you will be on your own until we rendezvous."
For a moment, I hesitated. I hadn't known Webbing very long - or at all, really. The trooper was a very familiar form only because I'd killed hundreds like them. They hadn't spoken a single word - had even only chirped a few things in that Geth twitter - but they had fought by my side, and that made them one more on the long list of people who had fallen in my battles.
And that made me angry.
Something twisted in my mind. Heedless of the danger, I stepped away from my cover, raising my pistol in a steady two-hand stance, and advanced down the hall towards the Asari. I saw some kind of count-down on my HUD, but I didn't care.
The Asari leaned up, assault rifle socketed firmly into her shoulder, eyes on the crate where I had been. After a moment's hesitation, she stood, moving towards the crate, completely ignoring me.
It was her last mistake.
I fired two rounds into the kinetic barriers over her face and yanked my off-hand back, squeezing my hand like it was holding a wide, flat disk. Over the back of my hand, close enough that I could feel the warmth, my omni-tool flash-forged a triangular shard of silicon-carbide, then super-heated it. My arm straightened.
She died with a look of surprise on her face.
After a moment, my brain lurched back into motion.
"What was that?" I gasped.
"Shepard Commander, I do not recieve telemetry or sensor data from you. What was what?"
"I just...went berserk." My blood was still pumping, my heart pounding. Which I realized was kinda weird. Wasn't it artificial? "...Should my heart be racing like this?"
"Biofeedback and hormonal responses were built into your artificial heart. They seemed important to the context of the decision making process, which we did not want to alter in any way. Similarly, biochemical detection and production were important to the artificial brain-"
"NEXT QUESTION." I drew in a shaky breath. "She didn't see me."
"...Your skin was badly damaged and had to be replaced." That was an annoyingly familiar phrase. "However, construction of a suitable substitute proved difficult. Geth pseudo-organic surfaces were deemed unsatisfactory."
To that I agreed whole-heartedly.
"Above a certain optimum armor density," what? "skin flexion was visibly reduced and formed a non-suitable replacement. This platform suggested using a plasticine outer layer to match the tone of your undamaged skin. It was overruled."
"And rightly so, darling," came another synthetic voice. This one was far more melodious, higher in pitch and richer in timbre, but still obviously artificial. "Sorry to break in. This platform is called Harmony and uses female, singular pronouns."
"Please do not mind Harmony Prime," Speaker said. "She is...divergent from the norm, but adds to consensus."
"Which, darling, is why I took the name Harmony. Now, as Speaker Sniper was saying, I felt it was best to add a bit more flexibility to your skin. Among other things, should you desire to not be seen, your skin will become invisible! Your clothes won't, but your armor does include cloaking systems of its own."
I drew to the side of the corridor, lowered my pistol, and let certain parts of me relaxed while I did some self-examination. If the Geth were lying, then I would most likely be unable to tell until a third party got a look. If they were telling the truth, I had gone berserk because I was really, really mad. If that was the case, it was because Webbing had gone down.
The last trooper in my squad who'd gone down in combat was Jenkins, to Geth -
No.
The last trooper in my squad who'd gone down in combat was Lieutenant Alenko. Kaiden. Who hadn't gone down to enemy fire. He'd gone down to friendly fire because we would have had to extract two Alliance soldiers from two places at the same time. I'd been on the radio with him until the bomb I'd helped plant killed him.
I mentally penciled in a note to talk to a therapist.
However, the closest therapist was on the far side of an indeterminate amount of hostile mercenaries, so it was time for me to get moving.
The warehouse door was a pretty standard Alliance prefab, but the orange door tag told me my omni-tool believed the locks weren't strong enough to keep it out. I held my hand up to the door and the machine went to work, doing its magic. After a moment, the tag went to 'unlocked' green.
"I'm about to enter the warehouse," I said.
"We are prepared to provide support," Speaker's voice said.
"I'm not there yet," Harmony said. "A Prime's body isn't as mobile, unfortunately."
"Right." I slapped the door and my omnitool pinged it. A moment later, it was retracting. I had already ducked right and was stacked up on the right side.
As soon as the door started opening, a hail of fire poured through it, but it slowed to a halt as soon as they realized they didn't have a target.
I hit my cloak, hoping I had the feeling right, and charged through the door. There were two crates inside the door that would do for cover, and I went for the left one. At the last second, a trip mine indicator popped up. Instead of rolling into cover, I dropped low in my stride and launched off the one foot as hard as I could.
The next thing I knew, I was face down on top of the shipping containers next to the crate. The much taller shipping containers. With a splitting headache.
"Shepard Commander. Status request."
"...Son of a b- what happened?"
"You jumped, Shepard Commander. Into the ceiling."
I looked up at the ceiling. It was about four meters off the ground. Only one and a half from where I was lying, but a four meter jump straight up...
Damnit. "What did you do to my muscles- never mind that, taking fire."
I rolled away from the slugs, most of them passing over me or smacking into the container I was on, a few hitting my shields.
"We are in position for fire support," Speaker said. "We will engage as soon as you do."
"Copy that," I said as I rolled off and behind the shipping container. The near edge was closer, but the far edge of the container probably wasn't mined. Hoping my cloaking reserves were back up after my catastrophic first attempt, I re-engaged them, moved out from behind the corner, and selected my target - a human who was cautiously, though not cautiously enough, advancing towards the container, still holding a barrage of fire on the spot near the ceiling where I had fallen.
I didn't have to wait long. The rifle abruptly stopped firing, to the evident surprise of the trooper, and the radiator compartment of the mass accelerator snapped open to allow the heat sink time to cool. Then to my surprise the heat sink itself popped out of the rifle and started to fall, even as the man reached into a pouch and pulled out a cool, black, replacement heat sink.
I was surprised, but not enough to not take the shot. My slug hit the superheated coolant reservoir, which burst and sprayed droplets of metal at about five hundred degrees all over the trooper's shields. They dropped. I put another round center mass and launched a ball of plasma to follow, then ducked further left to behind the next container.
"Target down. Engaging."
I mentally catalogued the glances I'd seen. There were two Asari, two Salarians, and one Human still standing, a surprisingly egalitarian mix. Both Asari would be biotics, of course, but one of them had been toting an assault rifle and probably wasn't a specialist. One of the Salarians had the look of a tech specialist, too. It felt like my cloak - which had failed the instant I took that first shot - was still recharging, but I did have my shields, so I moved to the far end of the container and waited for the tell-tale sound of a Geth sniper rifle.
Instead the room filled with the loud BOOM of an anti-material rifle. "Target down," Speaker said.
Hesitating for less than a second, I moved out of my cover. The biotic was down with a messy hole; the other Asari was moving in the direction of the muzzle report and away from me, trying to pin Speaker down with covering fire.
I put a few rounds into her back, though none penetrated her shields. As soon as she spun around to return fire, though, my Sabotage routine killed her rifle. Her shields flared and she dove for cover, but not well enough. One more round did something nasty to her leg and she collapsed, out of the fight.
Three down, three to go.
BOOM. "Target down."
Correction, four down, two to go.
"Shepard Commander. Enemy reinforcements have arrived. We count four additional hostiles."
Four down, six to go.
But a Shepard who has the same brain? Mostly? Maybe not entirely? That's another matter. What do you think when you know one of the most alien species in known space has put implants into your very brain? What do you do?
Well, aside from stop the Reapers.
My rule for this fic is that everything that happened in my Mass Effect 1 playthrough is canon. So is the prologue to Mass Effect 2: you know, the one where an unknown alien ship warps in, blows the Normandy to pieces, and Shepard almost makes it out. Beyond that, nothing is known. Some things I may include as I see fit; others I won't. The hunt for Shepard's body didn't end with Liara turning Shepard's body over to Cerberus; it just fell to a halt when the last clue disappeared. Shepard's team left their lifepods with a sense of mission - though not a unified one. The biggest change in circumstance is probably the Virmire Survivor - well, not all that big, but it's a sequence change at least.
I can't promise any update schedule. I do have a bit more buffer to play with, and all the big plot points ironed out, but I still have to write it, and I have some life events going on right now, so we'll see.
Shepard Commander
The first thing I understood was pain.
My arms were on fire. My eyes wouldn't open. My mouth - best not talk about my mouth. My legs I couldn't feel at all.
My ears - my ears heard the telltale twitter of Geth. It's basically impossible to read tone from Geth talk, since they use tone for words. It was a familiar sequence, though, one that my memory twigged to a mix of surprise and worry.
I'd heard that sequence all too many times, when a Geth patrol stumbled on my team during my fight against the Geth and their master, Sovereign.
I strained my arm, trying to move it enough to reach my weapon. I begged my eyes to open, but not only did they feel like they were stitched closed, they felt like they were covered in lead. All I was able to manage was a feeble twitch.
"Shepard Commander. You are injured. Geth are attempting to repair." The voice was clearly synthetic, but also clear and distinct. I'd never heard a voice like it. It had a trace of a Quarian accent, but while Quarians had extensive cybernetics, I'd never heard of one with a mechanical voicebox, and the phrasing was odd. The voice came almost directly overhead. I felt something touching my arm, and I renewed my useless attempts to struggle, but then my arm felt cold, a coldness that ran upwards towards my shoulder. "Sleep. You will fight again."
My arm felt like it was covered in cotton, and that slowly enveloped my chest, and then my head.
"The Old Machines will not prevail."
"Shepard Commander."
I have absolutely no idea how long it was before I woke to the sound of the Geth's synthesized voice. It barely registered on my subconscious.
"Shepard Commander. You need to wake up."
I twitched. My head hurt. My neck hurt. My shoulders hurt. At that point, I realized that my everything hurt and I stopped checking.
"Shepard Commander. Wake up. We are under attack."
I finally managed to open my eyes to see a pure black ceiling, with red light sweeping across it. I could see a blue-green light off to one side. A geth platform.
"I'm awake." My voice was dry, cracked. How long had I been out? What had happened?
Why was I alive?
The geth trooper let out a short squeal of beeps and raised its assault rifle. My heart lunched. The geth turned...away from me?
"Shepard Commander. We have repaired your omni-tool. You will need to activate it."
"Right, right..." I lifted my arm - ow - and half-closed my hand, like I was holding an imaginary ball. An instant later, holographic 'light' enclosed my arm, flashing twice, then running a band from elbow to wrist and back. I lowered my arm - it hurt too much and there was no point to keeping it up - but a moment later, text started appearing in the corner of my eye.
It had been a while since I had rebooted my omni-tool. The last time was when those Batarian pirates had managed to throw a nasty info-warfare package - not that they were state-funded, that would be ridiculous - at us when we boarded their ship. Managing any permament damage to an omni-tool was tough, and generally required physical access. Which it occured to me, given that the geth had me on an operating table for who knows how long, they actually had.
Still, after a moment I saw the AR symbol for 'door' pop up on a blank spot of wall, the one the Geth trooper was looking at, and the omni-tool's omni-gel and medi-gel reserves blinked into life.
"Who are you?"
"Geth." After a pause, the geth continued. "We are all Geth. If it makes you easier, this platform has been allocated to communicate with you. As such you may address it as 'Speaker.' The platform near you is called Webbing. Webbing Trooper will be accompanying you."
I nodded, which was a mistake as it made my headache worse.
"What happened?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Damage to your hardsuit caused unrepairable pressure loss. Secondary effects included severe ice damage, internal bleeding, blood vessels rupturing, brain damage, and death." There was a pause. "Your expressions indicate pain. We apologize. You appear to have built up a tolerance to the anasthetics we applied, and we were forced to reduce their dose due to the attack."
I felt ill. In addition to in pain. But then... "Attack?" I knew without looking there was no pistol at my side, nor rifle on my back. I'd been toying with a few programs for my omni-tool, but they weren't ready for a field trial yet.
"Yes. A Terminus organization identified as 'Eclipse' has assaulted this facility. We are evacuating."
"How - what - why? Eclipse. That's a mercenary organization, right?"
"Yes."
"Why would they be here?"
"...Encryption keys determined. Routing communications feed to your omni-tool. We recommend armor."
I rubbed my eyes with one hand and tapped through the menus on my omni-tool. After a moment, I heard a woman's voice, smooth and with a crisp Novarian - or I suppose British - accent. "We have confirmed geth in the facility. Remember, priority one is Shepard's body. If you have to put it down to bring it back, so be it, but if what's left is unrecognizable, neither will be what's left of you."
"Right. Armor."
My armor was stored neatly on a shelf about three feet from the bier where I had - no, let's call it a bed. It's not accurate but it's much more comforting. Like a bed would have been. Anyway, the softsuit went on easily enough, tightening as power was applied, and the hardsuit plates on top followed suit. "The servos seem to be a little more responsive," I admitted as I tested the movement of my arms. "Did you make some upgrades when you were bored?"
"Geth do not feel boredom," Speaker's voice said. "No upgrades were applied to your armor directly. Your muscles, however, were damaged by pressure loss associated with loss of softsuit power in a vacuum environment. Some were repairable, some required mechanical assisstance. Mechanical assistance imbalance had to be corrected."
"Forget I asked."
"Affirmative."
Under the armor was a heavy pistol. My trigger finger was itching for something with a bit more...emphasis, but beggars couldn't be choosers.
The geth's rifle immediately snapped up, pointing at the door. Speaker's voice accompanied it. "Warning. Hostile forces have reached this location."
My kinetic barriers snapped on and I slid behind the bed, frantically linking the pistol to my suit's systems, checking the ammunition levels. It looked like it had been modified, with the internal heat sink moved to where it could be ejected. Weird, but handy, if I had a heatsink I could put in its place when the near-molten one hit hard ground and almost-splashed. Which I didn't, but sometimes it was the thought that counted.
The door lock indicator abruptily shifted from red to yellow. Someone on the other side was running an override.
The geth pulled its rifle to shoulder height, and I pulled up the Incinerate program. A mass of plasma began building next to my clenched fist, still tighly contained within a mass effect field.
"Nothing like testing under fire," I muttered, and then the door opened.
On the other side was a Salarian in white and yellow armor, carrying a shotgun. "One hostile!" A spray of pellets burst from the shotgun and swept over the geth, though none penetrated its shields. The Salarian ducked behind the door. "Correction, two hostiles, including target!"
"Bring them both down," came the woman's voice. "I'd rather not have a Shepard who's thinking for herself."
That removed all doubts, and so my fist straightened and opened, launching the plasma burst from my hand, its containtment hitting the Salarian, who stumbled away from the wall, his shields failing. I put two rounds in his chest and he fell. The trooper - Webbing - moved smoothly into the hall.
I followed.
From the look of the facility, it was a standard Alliance pre-fab, the kind we'd crawled through a hundred times during our time in the Uncharted Territories. I pitched my voice low, so it wouldn't carry. "Who made this place?"
"Probability is 98.6% that it was established by the illicit organization known as 'Cerberus.' It was constructed by a Systems Alliance engineering team, all documentation deleted. It was then occupied by a team of Alliance scientists until a change in Cerberus policy led to all members of the organization terminating Alliance employ. The team was sent to another Cerberus facility, but no records of this facility exist on Alliance records."
The pain seemed to be ebbing slightly. "Why a Cerberus facility?"
"Damage to your body was extensive. We needed advanced medical equipment geared towards human physiology. Additionally, the facility was unoccupied and acquisition was simple."
"...Rent was cheap and no one was home?"
"There is a storage facility adjacent to the main landing pad. That makes for the optimal rendezvous point. I am updating the location on your HUD."
"Throw a joke out and then right back to business."
"You are incorrect, Shepard Commander. Geth do not joke. As artificial intelligences, we do not have a sense of humor. This is a well documented fact."
"Riiiight. How much farther to the hostiles? And will there be any more backup?"
"All platforms have disengaged from facility sensors. No further information is available." Speaker paused. "Last recorded location of hostiles indicates high probability of ambush in the storage facility attached to the hangar."
"Hardly a surprise." I hadn't seen this particular warehouse, but I had seen so many that it scarcely mattered. "Do you know why I don't seem to be tired?"
"Your lungs were not repairable. They have been replaced."
That was disconcerting.
"Your heart was not repairable. It was replaced."
That was very disconcerting.
"Your brainstem was not repairable. It was-"
"Nevermind!" My hands clenched on my gun, and I wondered how much of that skin I had looked at was real skin. And since I hadn't seen any bruising, I was afraid I knew the answer. "Back to the main topic! Do we have any reinforcements?"
"There are three Geth platforms in the base. I have reached the storage facility, but I have not made contact with the enemy. I have identified seven hostiles. Webbing Trooper is with you and should arrive at the storage facility at the same time." Speaker seemed to hesitate. "I do not have an ETA on Harmony. Harmony is...difficult to predict."
"So you can track me and uh...Webbing?"
"Negative. Geth do not share sensory data. However, while Webbing does not speak an organic language, we are communicating over radio. Additionally, the geth subroutine embedded in your brain-"
"Nope nope nope." I raised my pistol and took the next corner. No targets. "Nope."
"This platform wonders, why do organics do this? Refusing to admit a problem does not solve the problem. Lingering internal conflict will-"
"Speaker? My personal gibbering terror at wondering how much of me is still 'me' ranks after the armed mercenaries who want to ensure that I stay dead. Denial does not solve the problem but it's something I can deal with later, when we're not getting - duck!"
I hit the left wall while Webbing pulled to the right. Cover was love, cover was life. After a moment, the hail of submachine gun fire let up. I clenched my free hand, triggering a shortcut I'd written into my omni-tool ages ago. Then I leaned out and thrust the hand forward.
Instantly the Salarian with the submachine gun resumed fire, two rounds streaking past me, a third hitting the metal container I was hiding behind, and the fourth smacking into my barrier. An instant later, my e-war package - a heavily customized variant on the old 'Sabotage' standby - glitched the submachine gun's software and the thing locked up.
"I need back-" the Salarian shouted, before his voice was drowned out by Webbing's assault rifle, the Geth trooper moving out of cover and pouring relativistic slugs into the Salarian's barriers until they collapsed, followed by the Salarian.
An Asari popped up from a pile of steel pipes, assault rifle blazing. Webbing backed rapidly towards cover, but dark energy gathered around the Asari's hand and she gestured, and suddenly Webbing was in the air.
I ducked out from behind my own crate, and sent a trio of slugs at the Asari, but she just ducked back into cover. And before her Pull field could dissipate, she popped back out and launched a Push that blasted Webbing against the wall.
Hard.
"Webbing Trooper is down." Speaker's tone seemed flatter than usual. Then he added, in a slightly more relaxed tone, "Runtime upload complete. We will meet again. Be careful, Shepard Commander, you will be on your own until we rendezvous."
For a moment, I hesitated. I hadn't known Webbing very long - or at all, really. The trooper was a very familiar form only because I'd killed hundreds like them. They hadn't spoken a single word - had even only chirped a few things in that Geth twitter - but they had fought by my side, and that made them one more on the long list of people who had fallen in my battles.
And that made me angry.
Something twisted in my mind. Heedless of the danger, I stepped away from my cover, raising my pistol in a steady two-hand stance, and advanced down the hall towards the Asari. I saw some kind of count-down on my HUD, but I didn't care.
The Asari leaned up, assault rifle socketed firmly into her shoulder, eyes on the crate where I had been. After a moment's hesitation, she stood, moving towards the crate, completely ignoring me.
It was her last mistake.
I fired two rounds into the kinetic barriers over her face and yanked my off-hand back, squeezing my hand like it was holding a wide, flat disk. Over the back of my hand, close enough that I could feel the warmth, my omni-tool flash-forged a triangular shard of silicon-carbide, then super-heated it. My arm straightened.
She died with a look of surprise on her face.
After a moment, my brain lurched back into motion.
"What was that?" I gasped.
"Shepard Commander, I do not recieve telemetry or sensor data from you. What was what?"
"I just...went berserk." My blood was still pumping, my heart pounding. Which I realized was kinda weird. Wasn't it artificial? "...Should my heart be racing like this?"
"Biofeedback and hormonal responses were built into your artificial heart. They seemed important to the context of the decision making process, which we did not want to alter in any way. Similarly, biochemical detection and production were important to the artificial brain-"
"NEXT QUESTION." I drew in a shaky breath. "She didn't see me."
"...Your skin was badly damaged and had to be replaced." That was an annoyingly familiar phrase. "However, construction of a suitable substitute proved difficult. Geth pseudo-organic surfaces were deemed unsatisfactory."
To that I agreed whole-heartedly.
"Above a certain optimum armor density," what? "skin flexion was visibly reduced and formed a non-suitable replacement. This platform suggested using a plasticine outer layer to match the tone of your undamaged skin. It was overruled."
"And rightly so, darling," came another synthetic voice. This one was far more melodious, higher in pitch and richer in timbre, but still obviously artificial. "Sorry to break in. This platform is called Harmony and uses female, singular pronouns."
"Please do not mind Harmony Prime," Speaker said. "She is...divergent from the norm, but adds to consensus."
"Which, darling, is why I took the name Harmony. Now, as Speaker Sniper was saying, I felt it was best to add a bit more flexibility to your skin. Among other things, should you desire to not be seen, your skin will become invisible! Your clothes won't, but your armor does include cloaking systems of its own."
I drew to the side of the corridor, lowered my pistol, and let certain parts of me relaxed while I did some self-examination. If the Geth were lying, then I would most likely be unable to tell until a third party got a look. If they were telling the truth, I had gone berserk because I was really, really mad. If that was the case, it was because Webbing had gone down.
The last trooper in my squad who'd gone down in combat was Jenkins, to Geth -
No.
The last trooper in my squad who'd gone down in combat was Lieutenant Alenko. Kaiden. Who hadn't gone down to enemy fire. He'd gone down to friendly fire because we would have had to extract two Alliance soldiers from two places at the same time. I'd been on the radio with him until the bomb I'd helped plant killed him.
I mentally penciled in a note to talk to a therapist.
However, the closest therapist was on the far side of an indeterminate amount of hostile mercenaries, so it was time for me to get moving.
The warehouse door was a pretty standard Alliance prefab, but the orange door tag told me my omni-tool believed the locks weren't strong enough to keep it out. I held my hand up to the door and the machine went to work, doing its magic. After a moment, the tag went to 'unlocked' green.
"I'm about to enter the warehouse," I said.
"We are prepared to provide support," Speaker's voice said.
"I'm not there yet," Harmony said. "A Prime's body isn't as mobile, unfortunately."
"Right." I slapped the door and my omnitool pinged it. A moment later, it was retracting. I had already ducked right and was stacked up on the right side.
As soon as the door started opening, a hail of fire poured through it, but it slowed to a halt as soon as they realized they didn't have a target.
I hit my cloak, hoping I had the feeling right, and charged through the door. There were two crates inside the door that would do for cover, and I went for the left one. At the last second, a trip mine indicator popped up. Instead of rolling into cover, I dropped low in my stride and launched off the one foot as hard as I could.
The next thing I knew, I was face down on top of the shipping containers next to the crate. The much taller shipping containers. With a splitting headache.
"Shepard Commander. Status request."
"...Son of a b- what happened?"
"You jumped, Shepard Commander. Into the ceiling."
I looked up at the ceiling. It was about four meters off the ground. Only one and a half from where I was lying, but a four meter jump straight up...
Damnit. "What did you do to my muscles- never mind that, taking fire."
I rolled away from the slugs, most of them passing over me or smacking into the container I was on, a few hitting my shields.
"We are in position for fire support," Speaker said. "We will engage as soon as you do."
"Copy that," I said as I rolled off and behind the shipping container. The near edge was closer, but the far edge of the container probably wasn't mined. Hoping my cloaking reserves were back up after my catastrophic first attempt, I re-engaged them, moved out from behind the corner, and selected my target - a human who was cautiously, though not cautiously enough, advancing towards the container, still holding a barrage of fire on the spot near the ceiling where I had fallen.
I didn't have to wait long. The rifle abruptly stopped firing, to the evident surprise of the trooper, and the radiator compartment of the mass accelerator snapped open to allow the heat sink time to cool. Then to my surprise the heat sink itself popped out of the rifle and started to fall, even as the man reached into a pouch and pulled out a cool, black, replacement heat sink.
I was surprised, but not enough to not take the shot. My slug hit the superheated coolant reservoir, which burst and sprayed droplets of metal at about five hundred degrees all over the trooper's shields. They dropped. I put another round center mass and launched a ball of plasma to follow, then ducked further left to behind the next container.
"Target down. Engaging."
I mentally catalogued the glances I'd seen. There were two Asari, two Salarians, and one Human still standing, a surprisingly egalitarian mix. Both Asari would be biotics, of course, but one of them had been toting an assault rifle and probably wasn't a specialist. One of the Salarians had the look of a tech specialist, too. It felt like my cloak - which had failed the instant I took that first shot - was still recharging, but I did have my shields, so I moved to the far end of the container and waited for the tell-tale sound of a Geth sniper rifle.
Instead the room filled with the loud BOOM of an anti-material rifle. "Target down," Speaker said.
Hesitating for less than a second, I moved out of my cover. The biotic was down with a messy hole; the other Asari was moving in the direction of the muzzle report and away from me, trying to pin Speaker down with covering fire.
I put a few rounds into her back, though none penetrated her shields. As soon as she spun around to return fire, though, my Sabotage routine killed her rifle. Her shields flared and she dove for cover, but not well enough. One more round did something nasty to her leg and she collapsed, out of the fight.
Three down, three to go.
BOOM. "Target down."
Correction, four down, two to go.
"Shepard Commander. Enemy reinforcements have arrived. We count four additional hostiles."
Four down, six to go.
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Disparate Dawn
Extrasolar Cuddle Being
- Location
- Roy Batty's Psychedelic Gay Bar
Looks interesting, can't wait to see how cyborg Shephard's existential horror hour goes.
Lenimentus
Ignorant but learning.
I'm interested in the concept. This Shepard's internal monologue is very similar to certain SI stories I've read, and didn't much care for, and that makes me kinda wary, but I'm willing to see where it goes.
Definitely an interesting concept.
Btw, for your author note at the beginning is really tiny. Do you mind if you enlarge it a bit?
Btw, for your author note at the beginning is really tiny. Do you mind if you enlarge it a bit?
zhuull
SB still lying to protect Racists what else is new
I'm loving this story so far and this particular line made me squee with happy memories of Bloodborne, which seems an apt analogy for how the Geth might view the Heretics.
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Baron Steakpuncher
Hopeful Idealist
- Location
- Australia
Ooooh. Me likes. Me likes very much.
But on another note I seriously could swear I saw the basic idea for this on ff.net years ago... but oh well i'm pretty sure this has better grammar.
But on another note I seriously could swear I saw the basic idea for this on ff.net years ago... but oh well i'm pretty sure this has better grammar.
JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
We'll have to see, I'm afraid. I'm not all that great at writing subtle, and denial from an internal perspective is...well, hard to notice. That's the point, after all. The big trigger will be awkward questions from the Virmire Survivor, who may or may not have learned tact.
Like I said, I only heard of the concept recently. A cursory search pulled up a few fics, but I didn't do any more than skim them. That said, I think I'm going far enough from canon that I'm also going far from those fics.
Doylist, it's difficult for me to write something truly 'alien' like the Geth. Watsonian, however, the Geth as a species exist in the shadow of organic life, subject to many of the same pressures. I mean, it's easy to think of the Geth as an unthinking wave of machines - the Council does, after all. But it was their asking just how different they were from their Quarian creators that triggered the demand for their destruction and the war that followed.
That said, Speaker (Legion, modified) was purpose-built to interact with the Council races. So they are going to have a bit more personality. And Harmony is an outlier, a self-driven experiment in what different perspectives bring to the table. Harmony is definitely the most 'unique' among the Geth, though their population is large enough she's probably not the only one.
Saphire
Lurking dragon
- Pronouns
- She/Her
This honestly looks very promising! Almost missed the thread as there was no word count though (and still none). Can we maybe get threadmarks here?
As for the actual story, it would be very interesting to know the full list of "upgrades" Shepard received, as well as what kind of brain mods there are.
More organic feeling geth are a nice touch. While it might be not quite canon (though we got to see mostly the battle platforms in ME, none of research/etc ones, right?), I quite enjoyed seeing all the different geths.
Oh, and if I understand things correctly, geths on the downed platform escaped off it, right? If so, I would really like to see Shepard's reaction to that.
Oh, and I might have missed that, but what is your Shepard's gender here? Couldn't quite determine...
As for the actual story, it would be very interesting to know the full list of "upgrades" Shepard received, as well as what kind of brain mods there are.
More organic feeling geth are a nice touch. While it might be not quite canon (though we got to see mostly the battle platforms in ME, none of research/etc ones, right?), I quite enjoyed seeing all the different geths.
Oh, and if I understand things correctly, geths on the downed platform escaped off it, right? If so, I would really like to see Shepard's reaction to that.
Oh, and I might have missed that, but what is your Shepard's gender here? Couldn't quite determine...
- Location
- Volksstaat Hessen, Deutsches Reich
Hrrrm. What strikes me first reading this is how Shepard immediately recognizes the geth to be on her side, and has no second thoughts about it. I mean, we know from the game that the mainstream geth do in fact oppose the Reapers, and would hence support Shepard. We know that - last Shepard "knew", all geth are agents of the Reapers, are in fact natural allies because both are synthetics, have already wiped out (de facto - 17m is basically nothing) one organic species, and for three centuries have killed any ship entering the Perseus Veil. There should be a lot more "enemy mine" in there, at least until matters have been cleared up.
I'm not saying Shepard has to stay antagonistic to the geth forever (I mean, I realize that's always a risk with me
), but the way it is presented here, she seems to already have read the script and knows what is expected of her. And that's a bit jarring. Why is there no shock reaction to seeing geth? Hostility would be wasted on them, of course, emotion-less as they are, but why not more caution? Okay, Eclipse are the common enemy right now, but that doesn't mean just trusting the geth - which were, after all, pretty much the main enemy in terms of numbers last game, i.e., before the Normandy was shot down. From Shepard's subjective time, right before she woke up.
Also, that female geth unit really requires some explanation as to how geth work in your setting! Because it really doesn't work with the geth as presented in canon... and as @Inverness said, maybe your take kinda takes away from the uniqueness of the species' concept...
Also, two nitpicks
ME species are names are always lowercase, and I find that rather clever of the series. After all, we aren't talking nationalities, but species. And just as we write "human", "dog", "horse" etc lowercase, so it makes also sense to not capitalize "asari" or "salarian".
And second:
On the positive side, in technical terms, writing, dialogue, etc, this is all is pretty good and easy to read. Hopefully the identity issues will come up as more than a running gag, heh (Also, geth implants *in* Shepard's *brain*? Yeah, personally, if I were in her position, I'd want that removed...) It definitely kept my interest, once I had time to dedicate toward it, and I'm interested where this goes.
I'm not saying Shepard has to stay antagonistic to the geth forever (I mean, I realize that's always a risk with me
), but the way it is presented here, she seems to already have read the script and knows what is expected of her. And that's a bit jarring. Why is there no shock reaction to seeing geth? Hostility would be wasted on them, of course, emotion-less as they are, but why not more caution? Okay, Eclipse are the common enemy right now, but that doesn't mean just trusting the geth - which were, after all, pretty much the main enemy in terms of numbers last game, i.e., before the Normandy was shot down. From Shepard's subjective time, right before she woke up.Also, that female geth unit really requires some explanation as to how geth work in your setting! Because it really doesn't work with the geth as presented in canon... and as @Inverness said, maybe your take kinda takes away from the uniqueness of the species' concept...
Also, two nitpicks
ME species are names are always lowercase, and I find that rather clever of the series. After all, we aren't talking nationalities, but species. And just as we write "human", "dog", "horse" etc lowercase, so it makes also sense to not capitalize "asari" or "salarian".
And second:
Even the oldest human colonies are just a bit over 40 years old, even the largest only have some few million people, and Noveria isn't so much a colony than a corporate legal loophole... What I'm saying is, I doubt it would have formed an own accent, heh.
On the positive side, in technical terms, writing, dialogue, etc, this is all is pretty good and easy to read. Hopefully the identity issues will come up as more than a running gag, heh
(Also, geth implants *in* Shepard's *brain*? Yeah, personally, if I were in her position, I'd want that removed...) It definitely kept my interest, once I had time to dedicate toward it, and I'm interested where this goes.
JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
Ah! Sorry. Shepard here is Haley Shepard, femshep. It's not the name I used when I was playing, because...um. Reasons. But I figured I could give a shout-out to her voice actor anyway...
Right now Shepard has no idea what kind of upgrades have been installed, though that will come soon. As for the brain mods...well, rigging a complex neural network into another complex neural network has a tendancy to be somewhat unpredictable.
What happened to Webbing is basically reincarnation. All of Webbing's memories stay with Webbing's process, and so they'll be retained when the process moves into a new body, but minor variations in the new core will cause that personality to express slightly differently.
Damnit. You're right. The fact that Speaker is talking to her - in English - is a big 'it's cool' thing, because that's one thing that Geth in ME1 NEVER did, at least since the Geth War. But you're not wrong that she did get used to them awfully quick. Some of that I can probably express by making sure that she's keeping an eye on Webbing from when she wakes up till they go down, but I don't know if that will be enough...
As for the brain implants, unfortunately, their main purpose is to make sure that her lungs expand and contract and her heart beats. The worst damage was to the back of her head - the brainstem and medulla oblongata. Those implants go away, Shep dies within seconds!
Yup! Still not sure how to bring that exposition over. It's the kind of thing that would be covered in a conversation between missions, and Shepard will be having conversations like that, but I don't know how much screen time I want to devote to them.
Well played on species. I'll need to fix that.
Worse than that on the accent, Miranda doesn't have a British accent. I meant to change that to Terra Novan, which actually could have formed its own accent.
Oh My God
rofl:You had Geth version of Daro' Xen! This is enough to add to watchlist!
Put me more in mind of Vivienne from Dragon Age Inquisition.
Oh My God
You had Geth version of Daro' Xen! This is enough to add to watchlist!
- Location
- Volksstaat Hessen, Deutsches Reich
Well, that'd be one reason to end the experiment that is Harmony's expression right then and there!
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Poor Tali's gonna freak...
Imagine Daro'Xen's reaction.
Yeah, there are a few. Honestly I quite like the general premise quite a bit and I'm always sad to see when those fics don't continue.
Honestly, it's not too much of a stretch for her to have a few implants like an internal IFF. That could very well have reported "friendly" when Sheppard was looking at the Geth. Brain damage is an insidious bitch at the best of times and a single damaged portion could leave someone otherwise well adjusted but unable to recognize faces or unable to generate a fear response. Or in some of the more extreme cases, a super charged empathy response where you feel what you think other people are feeling instead of just imagining it.
Given oxygen deprivation it is not unreasonable that implants would have been required to replace such functions. Though, at that point we start getting into just how much of that can be damaged and replaced with the result being the same "person."
- Location
- Volksstaat Hessen, Deutsches Reich
One should, however, keep in mind for such a scenario that this would effectively constitute mind control - to make Shepard automatically well inclined towards geth surely would count as such. While possible, that couldn't just be done as a quick narrative fix, as that would also raise rather hefty ethical questions. Questions like "WTF, geth?". If a positive portrayal of the geth is desired, this may be unwelcome... (though of course, if one wants to stress how alien the geth are one could have them not even understand what's wrong with that)
Let's not be too hard on her. After all, she was in fact the only objective judge on Tali's trial actually interested in the case and not the politics or personal loyalties around it...Imagine Daro'Xen's reaction.
Yeah, I was going for the alien state of mind with that direction. It's also certainly better than her not being able to recognize friend or foe like what would have been damaged. The thing that needs to be considered though is that mind control of this variety wouldn't last all that long. The brain has a nasty habit of rewiring itself. If her IFF was a permanent lock then it is entirely possible that she would start considering anyone it reported as "friendly" into an enemy and then we are right back where we started and can't fix it this time. So by pure necessity it has to be something she herself can change without outside input.
So the general idea behind such an implant would be to provide the original functionality... plus a little extra. After all, introducing a feature that lets it pick up radio IFFs and triangulate their position to provide additional battlefield awareness is... honestly they could probably include it with no additional work besides a bit of coding.
- Location
- Volksstaat Hessen, Deutsches Reich
Ehhh... humans don't have an IFF system as such. You couldn't just connect an electronic IFF system to a brain and expect it to work like in a computer. Of course, humans are aware whom they'll treat friendly and whom hostile, but that is in fact already a function of higher consciousness. So that's a bit of a far cry from just replacing brain stem functions, I think.
Not really? I mean, we have an IFF. Not developed as a direct "this person is friendly, that one is not" but we do have it. It's how we recognize people by their faces and why something like a bear will create an automatic fear response. There are people who are face blind and completely incapable of telling one example of something from a different one. And yeah, you are right that it's an incredibly complex system based around object recognition rather than something as solid and easily definable as an IFF radio transponder.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That's not really much of a compliment.
ExquisiteTopHat
Lined with 🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️🏳️⚧️
- Location
- Planet Earth
- Pronouns
- She/Her/It/Its
I was just reading a more trashily executed version of the idea behind this fic not less than 40~ minutes ago. While thinking "Geez, there has got to be a better version of this." And then you post this.
I am in love with this fic already.
I am in love with this fic already.
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Honestly, if this turns into geth!Shepard having ME2 adventures with a couple of weirdo divergent geth platforms, Daro'Xen, and Tali as the straight man who is trying her very best to keep it together, I would be totally okay with that.
I really want to see Harmony as buddies with Daro'Xen. Anybody want to bet they caninfiltrate walk a geth prime platform onto the Citadel?
I really want to see Harmony as buddies with Daro'Xen. Anybody want to bet they can