Spectre Echoes: Memories and Portents

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The galaxy is a vast, wonderous place, filled with life and connected by science and something just a shade beyond. But what is old watches and waits in the darkness, biding its time as the garden before it blooms.

The year of that final flowering is 2183. And for one Commander Nathaniel Shepard, it's about to become a busy year indeed. But no one, not even the ancients who still live and set their long-awaited dance in motion, could anticipate just how vast Reality really is.
Prologue: From Beyond All Stars

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Prologue: From Beyond All Stars

In a room of cool blue, slightly luminous metal, far removed from all things, the fate of an unknowing galaxy was in consideration. It was a calm thing, for the most part, a grand image of a galaxy floating above a great wooden table around which three people now remained. The others, the first two's Children, had come and gone, their preparations now underway. That this would be their first serious undercover operation made those preparations all the more important.

That left the third, who looked up at a galactic map separated by several jagged borders, each box within a slightly different color from the others. "So, this is our next destination, I would presume?"

"Yes." The first one spoke, his voice one used to command and leadership, the voice of a Father. "And whatever's out there willing, I intend to make it the last one."

It was silent for a moment before Father sighed, a weary thing. "Of all the places that Ka'rava could have picked to go… they just had to come back here, didn't they?"

"That's right." Mother spoke up, her voice quiet and sad as she remembered. "During the War…"

The thought trailed off, and old memories, harsh, dark things, ran through Father's mind before he shook his head slightly. The third, silent thus far, spoke up. "Every place that Ka'rava's visited thus far has been due to some resource that they want to exploit. What would they be searching for here?" she asked quietly.

"The same thing that we were here for the last time around," Father said ruefully, his words almost murmured. "A force capable of scouring galaxies."

Father returned his gaze to the third. "Now, you're here without the kids because we need to hash some things out. First things first, your powers, just like the kids', are to be kept a secret. I'm sure Ka'rava will force our hand at some point, and there's some wiggle room due to biotics being a known factor, but for the most part, you and the kids, who will be under your command in time, are simply going to be mostly regular Systems Alliance soldiers."

"And how, exactly, are we going to integrate into this Systems Alliance military without notice?" the third asked. "We've operated independently thus far to avoid this sort of situation. What strategy are we going to have to get in and stay in?"

"The simplest one." Mother replied. "Get in the conventional way, as recruits, and trust me to get you where you all need to go. This sort of subterfuge is our specialty, after all. "

The third nodded. "And what would I have to change my name to? I'm sure Nynrya sticks out rather prominently."

"We'll get there, Nynrya. We have time enough to figure that out." Father replied. "Also, one last thing to make sure we all remember. The only thing we have to conclusively identify Ka'rava by."

"Gray eyes, with slivers of blue, green, and gold," Nynrya replied, her words laced with resignation as she shook her head slightly. "I've dealt with shapeshifters before, but none of them had so little care for what their appearance could be as this one does."

"Well, even I can't tell you how long ago they threw their gender, original defining features, or original identity out into space," Father said. "They never spoke of those times before they put so much nanotech and bio-engineering into themselves."

Nynrya was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Anything else I need to be here for?"

"If all goes as it should," Father replied, "this lovely woman, who I'm quite annoyed I will not be married to in our cover stories, will ensure you and the kids will be together on Eden Prime, as part of the 232th Brigade of the 2nd Frontier Division. You'll be their squad leader."

He paused for a meaningful moment. "Keep them safe for me, alright?" Father asked quietly.

"Of course, Daniel."

Daniel nodded. "Alright. I'll let you go and sort things out. There's still some time to do some research if you want."

"And if I want to inform the Children that I'm going to do what I'm most comfortable doing?"

Daniel smiled slightly, his eyes glittering in amusement. "That's up to you. Though if you don't, I'll be waiting to see their reactions."

Nynrya smiled in turn. "I'll go and get ready. If I don't see either of you before we go in… see you around."

With that, she turned and left the now mostly silent space, her footsteps the only audible noise before she fully exited. Then, there were only two.

Daniel leaned fully on the table as he bowed his head and sighed deeply. "Oh, Ellie. I'm…" The words were again as weary as his sigh, the action crushing any further speech.

"It's okay," Ellie replied, putting a hand on Daniel's shoulder. "You're returning to the sort of place that has too many memories. Whatever else, I don't need to be your wife to support you. You aren't alone here. I promise."

Daniel took a deep breath. "And you'll catch me if I start falling." the words weren't a question, not really, even as they sought affirmation. They were a statement of truth.

"Always."

It was silent again as they both smiled, then Daniel looked up at the galactic map again, his eyes tracing lines from one cluster to the other. "Say, dear, did you ever find out what happened to Vinis?"

"Last I recall, he escaped custody and is on the run." Ellie looked up at the galaxy herself as she paused. "How much of this is going to be for him?"

"I won't let Sur'Kesh burn," Daniel said firmly. "Not this time. Not if I can help it. For him."

"And Shepard?"

Daniel smiled softly. "The greatest mystery in all this. Who is Commander Shepard going to be?"
 
Chapter 1: Fateful Assignments

Chapter 1: Fateful Assignments


Tranquility Base, Luna, March 14th, 2183

Commander Nathaniel Shepard liked to look down at the world that humanity had come from and wonder, almost as much as he liked looking up at the stars. He'd even found a nice tucked-away place where he could remain largely undisturbed as he watched the mostly blue and green orb rise and set on the moon's horizon. It was a welcome spot of quiet, even if the frankly ridiculously long shore leave was starting to get a little boring otherwise.

It felt strange, somewhat, how close it looked to Mindoir. It probably shouldn't have, seeing as Mindoir was one of those 'Goldilocks worlds' that colonial PR teams liked to go crazy about back in the day from what he'd heard. It was part of what had drawn his parents out there, past secured Alliance space and into the Attican Traverse in the first place.

He sighed quietly, running a hand through high and tight short dark hair before he pinched his dark green eyes shut. The memories managed to come anyway.

Darkness, a sliver of light from the cellar door at once their only source of light, a way for him and Allison to see out of, and something to be feared. A way for the batarians to find them, take them. The screams of the other colonists, muffled though they were, sinking through the ground and seeping past the two scared teenagers' skin. The barking laughter of the slavers mixed with the barking of gunfire, each shot making them flinch less and less. The stench of smoke and burning buildings and flesh and blood in the open air, filtering into the cellar and making an atmosphere all its own.

"Nate, I'm scared…" Allison whispered, Nathaniel squeezing his little sister tighter to him.

"It'll be okay," Nathaniel whispered back, squeezing himself and Allison further back into the cellar's corner. "We'll make it out."

"What if they find us?"

"I'll protect you." he squeezed the pistol in his hand, an old Frontiersman model that was their father's.

"Shut up. I can take care of myself."

There was fear in both their words, uncertainty that either of them could keep their promises. But this time, at least, they didn't have to find out.


Nate opened his eyes and studied the window for a moment. Good. He'd hate to leave something for someone to repair due to his biotics slipping out of control, even if he could probably patch it up with his omni-tool quite easily. Even still, it wouldn't have been the craziest thing that had happened to him on shore leave. And he certainly wouldn't get a medal for doing something so simple as that.

He regarded his reflection in the window for a moment, at the defined, but not too sharp face and eyes of his father. At the tawny skin and dark hair of his mother. Now, besides Allison, that face was among the few things he had to remember them by.

He set his focus elsewhere, looking at a cluster of ships as they flew past Luna like so much smoke on the wind, an impossible speed to them that went in stark defiance of the usual laws of physics. No doubt they were bound for the mass relay, that highway of the stars out at Charon.

His stomach rumbled, gently prodding him towards the mess hall, which he obliged as he walked away from the view.

He thought back to happier memories as he pointedly ignored people stopping and staring at him every once in a while, whether it was due to the still somewhat fresh N7 logo on his uniform or because he was what they were calling the 'Hero of Elysium'.

Allison Solomya Shepard's Basic Training graduation, with all the pomp and circumstance that he'd remembered from his. The feel of his dress blues, sharp and well-pressed, creasing as he stepped forward and pinned her Alliance Service Ribbon, With Distinction, to her chest. He couldn't have been more proud of her dedication. It had made him think of his own that day, the last day of N7 training, the Deimos Gauntlet, still fresh in his mind.

'I should call Aunt Hiromi, see how she's doing.'
he mused as he found his way into the mess hall proper. 'It's a shame she missed the ceremony then.'

He sat down to eat at an empty table in the corner and found himself eating alone. It was a change of pace from getting swarmed after the first few times, but it left him feeling isolated. Like he was somehow more special than he was. 'I'm just an N7. It's not like I did anything more than I'm supposed to at Elysium. Did I?'

There were far better candidates than him to be called the Hero of Elysium. But those people had died and received their medals posthumously. What had made him so special for surviving, really?

"Hey, Commander."

He blinked and looked up at the two people, a man and a woman, approaching him to sit at his table, and smiled slightly. He'd been somewhat hesitant of Lieutenant Theisman and Lieutenant Flynn's attempts to befriend him at first. He'd had far too many people before now try and become friendly with him simply because of his now long list of honors. But whether it was through persistence on their part in getting to know them, or the unusually long time that they'd both been on shore leave, he'd actually warmed up to them.

"Afternoon. How's life in the engineering section going? Or have you two actually committed to being on your extended shore leave like you're supposed to?" he asked, smiling slightly as he remembered their various excuses for leaving a conversation early.

Lieutenant Theisman chuckled as he started to eat, blue eyes glittering with amusement. "Well, I'm now actually trying to get out of the habit of picking up odd tasks to help out and actually relax, however decent it is to be on hand for those who need it."

He gently elbowed Flynn, who glanced back at him with a slightly dirty look that she tucked a strand of shoulder-length strawberry-blonde hair to fully glare with. "Flynn, on the other hand, continues to be a bleeding heart. Come on. You heard the Commander. Give a little time to relax for yourself."

"Funny story about that, actually. I was planning on making today my last favor for Tech Specialist DiMeer and Chief Engineer Halsey. They needed someone to run some quick checks on a short-circuit down by the mass effect generators." Flynn paused, a slight grin growing on her face. "You know Lieutenant-Commander Benson, that guy that's waiting to be transferred to the Kharkiv?"

Theisman's brow arched as he scratched a head of dark blond hair. "I thought he was getting transferred to the Dallas."

"Dallas got rerouted to the Terminus Systems border for emergency deployment, so he got shuffled around," Flynn said with a shrug. "Anyway, I caught him and a few of his buddies drinking something a little stronger than soda in a little corner of the generator room."

Nate's brow arched. "That's… not exactly safe. Have you informed one of the base commanders?"

"Oh, I plan to," Flynn replied. "He and I both knew how deep he was in it. He threatened to report me for something, I couldn't quite tell with how drunk he was. Then he tried to bribe me with 'a real good time', as he so artfully put it. For the sake of 'neither of us getting drummed out'."

Theisman's jaw clenched, and Nate felt a brief grin twitch on his lips. Their current relationship (entirely professional, he was sure they'd protest) felt a lot more like they were siblings instead of fellow officers. Though who would know where things went with them?

"Damn." Theisman managed to get out after a moment to visibly relax. "As if he weren't in a hole already, he just had to keep digging, didn't he?"

"He hit the floor when he tried to show how willing he was to bribe me. With a little help from me, of course."

Flynn shook her head. "But enough about our adventures. How are you, Commander? Have you and Massana been in touch recently?"

One of the other survivors of the attack on Elysium, then-Captain Harouthi Massana and her squad had followed his directions, securing the rest of the base while he held off the main attack. Nate smiled slightly. "We traded messages a couple of days ago. She's leading a platoon out somewhere in the Verge running pirate interdiction."

"Good," Theisman said. "It's nice to hear that others made it out of Elysium. I was at Torfan."

He paused, a distant look in his eyes. "A lot of us had you inspiring our charge in. Those pirate bastards got what was coming to them."

It was silent at the table for a moment before Nate felt a soft vibration from his omni-tool. He activated a portion of it, a curving screen of luminous red appearing overtop of his forearm before much of it became black, a message quickly scrawling itself onto the surface under a Systems Alliance insignia.

He pulled at a corner of the screen, haptic sensors activating as he 'pulled' it off of his arm, stretching it to about the size of a piece of letter paper and holding it out.

"And what is that?" Theisman asked, a curious gleam in his eyes. "New marching orders?"

"Looks like it," Nate replied, clearing his throat somewhat theatrically as he began to read aloud. "From Admiral Steven Hackett to Commander Nathaniel Kei Shepard. Sir: You are hereby directed and required to proceed with all due haste to the ship SSV Normandy, to perform the duties of Executive Officer of the Ship under the command of Captain David Anderson. We expect you to discharge your duties with honor and distinction, and hope for your success in this role. Further information, such as where to reach the vessel from your current location, will be relayed to you via other secure channels."

Nate paused, then dismissed the mass-effect 'hologram'. "Well, that's all the important parts anyway."

"Normandy, huh?" Theisman pulled up his own omni-tool, the sheath of slightly separate screens that made a gauntlet around his forearm a deep purple light as he pulled up an Alliance military intranet browser. "With that name, it could be a frigate or a cruiser. Let's see… Normandy, Normandy…"

After a few moments, he arched a brow. "How interesting. I can't find a Normandy anywhere in the ship database. You get a new ship, Shepard. How exciting, to do a shakedown cruise."

"And I hear Captain Anderson's a damn fine commanding officer," Flynn interjected. "I've had friends that have served under him, claim him as near a second father as they can get."

"Glad to know I've got a decent command ahead of me. Every time I've been with Anderson's been good so far." Nate chuckled for a moment, then paused as the weight of it hit him. "It's my first command. My first actual command, I mean."

"I think you'll do just fine, Shepard. I think if there's anyone who'll care about his people as much as Anderson does, it's you." Theisman said with a warm smile. "It's just a shame we won't be there to see it."

Theisman and Flynn flinched slightly as their omni-tools softly beeped, a two-tone that was usually the message notification that Nate kept muted. Flynn activated her omni-tool as well, the light within a pale green as they both read the messages that they received.

Flynn chuckled. "It's addressed to both of us, I see."

Nate couldn't help but chuckle himself. "I see even the brass has finally admitted you two are joined at the hip more often than not."

"Good for them," Theisman said offhandedly as his eyes darted away from his own omni-tool to the message on Flynn's screen, his brows rising as he smiled slightly and his focus returned to Nate. "And good for you too. It looks like we're both coming with you."

Nate's brows shot up in surprise. "Really? Does it say either of you, or even both of you, are my chief engineers?"

"No, actually." Flynn's brow furled in confusion. "It says here I'm under the command of a Lieutenant-Commander Adams."

"At least you get a name," Theisman said, shaking his head slightly before leaning in and narrowing his eyes on his own message. "All it says for me is… 'you will be working with a representative engineer and learning the maintenance and upkeep of the systems under her command."

"Representative engineer?" Flynn said incredulously. "What could that even mean?"

"It looks like I might be flexing my xenotech engineering minor." Theisman mused, glancing around himself at the other tables, seemingly to ensure that they weren't heard. "Now I can't wait to see what this ship looks like. What has our fair Alliance built that needs not one, not two, but four engineers to keep an eye on it?"

Nate couldn't help but wonder that himself. Whatever it was, it was likely going to be an exceptional ship. A part of him wondered if the schematics for the ship would be in the database onboard. It would be fascinating to see how things fit together on a ship this new.

"Well," Flynn said, "at least it doesn't sound like it's going to be a boring posting."

"I mean, you're coming along with me," Nate interjected. "Things aren't usually boring when I'm around anyway."

"I certainly hope so," Theisman said with a grin. "I think we've all had our fill of boring for the moment."

. . .

Docking Bay H-23, 1 Hour Later

Commander Nathaniel Shepard, now of the Normandy, walked into what was the farthest docking bay of the base, sure that there weren't any other personnel or ships anywhere close to them. Whatever this ship was, the higher-ups wanted to make sure no one saw it until they were ready for it to be seen.

"Well, if they were looking to give us an unscheduled cardio workout," Theisman said from behind him, only slightly winded as Nate glanced back at him, and the bags that he was holding, "I think they succeeded."

"Come on," Flynn said in slight exasperation, and Nate could almost hear her rolling her eyes at the man. "We're almost there."

They stepped through the door that led to the reception area of the docking bay, a long window that they paused in front of allowing them to take stock of the ship that would be their new home for the foreseeable future.

It was a somewhat interesting departure from the usual design of most Alliance frigates, though the wings that housed the thrusters, far shorter here and somewhat separated from the main hull of the ship, were still present, with another pair of rearward-facing thrusters extending out on what looked like small articulating pylons connected close to the main thrusters.

Its most striking feature was its main hull. A bold departure from the standard rectangular design that often housed one or more spinal-mounted railguns, it was instead a smooth, sloping upper hull that widened as it went further back before tapering slightly, what was likely the main sensor array jutting up from the back of the ship. At its nose were two claw-like extensions that might have been secondary sensors of some kind.

All in all, it was quite the sight to behold, and the trio regarded it for a moment.

"Commander Shepard. Good to see you again." a deep, calm voice called out.

The trio turned to the entry port and found a man stepping out of it, his uniform's blue a striking contrast to his milk-chocolate skin and close-cropped brown hair. The rank bars on his shoulders denoted him as a captain, and the trio was quick to salute who was sure to be Captain Anderson as he approached.

"Hello, sir," Nate said as Anderson came to a stop in front of them. "It's a surprise to meet you all the way down here."

Anderson's brown eyes, along with his smile, were warm as he saluted back, then extended a hand to Nate. "I prefer to meet my crew in person. It's been a while, Commander. I look forward to working with you again."

Nate shook Anderson's hand firmly, then regarded Theisman and Flynn with a somewhat puzzled look. "I was only expecting Commander Shepard. Who are you two and what are you doing here?"

"I'm Lieutenant Flynn, sir," Flynn replied. "This is Lieutenant Theisman."

"As for why we're here, sir," Theisman continued, "we were assigned to the Normandy at about the same time as Commander Shepard but to the engineering section. I presume it's due to wanting to make sure their new ship remains in working order for its shakedown cruise, but I hardly dare assume what goes through the minds of the Admiralty with any surety."

Anderson chuckled softly. "You and me both, Lieutenant. Either way, I won't turn down a few more helping hands. We're still a skeleton crew at the moment. Come with me."

As they stepped into the boarding tube, Anderson regarded Theisman again, focusing on a particular bag that he was carrying. "You play an instrument, Lieutenant?"

"Electric guitar, sir," Theisman replied. "It's followed me on every deployment I've gone on thus far. It can remain in my footlocker for the duration of my stay here if you so desire, sir."

"As long as you confine playing it to your spare time and remain mindful of the rest of the crew, I don't mind," Anderson replied as they stopped at the airlock to the ship. "We have at least a few musicians on the ship, from what I can tell. You'll probably fit right in."

"Good to know sir," Theisman replied as the hatch behind them closed, the decontamination process cycling through before the hatch in front of them opened.

"Log updated." an automated voice, probably the ship's VI, said over a speaker system. "CO Anderson and XO Shepard are aboard."

'I guess the ship wasn't prepared for Flynn and Theisman.' Nate mused. 'I'm sure the feeling's mutual.'

"Should we go ahead and find someplace to put our belongings, sir?" he said aloud to Anderson.

"I'll give you a tour of the ship. The crew quarters will be on the way." Anderson replied as he looked over at what was likely the pilot's chair. "Lieutenant Moreau, get ready to pull us out of dock."

"Aye, sir," Moreau replied. "Running pre-flight checks."

"That's our pilot, Flight Lieutenant Moreau." Anderson began as they began to walk into the ship proper. "Most call him by his callsign, 'Joker'. He's among the best pilots the Alliance has, and I'd hazard to say that he is the best from what I've seen." he sighed quietly. "Something he's unafraid of telling everyone he meets."

"He, and the other flight engineers, do their work here in the flight section of the bridge." Anderson continued as they went down a short ramp into a wide room with a decently sized yet still slim arrow-shaped display and console bank in the center that had an image of the galaxy, several markers on its surface as they walked past. "This is the CIC of the ship. State-of-the-art projector and computation tech worth more than most luxury yachts is stuffed in that console. At least, that's what the designers of the ship told me at drydock."

"Interesting layout," Theisman remarked as they began to pass the console bank. "First I've ever seen it on a ship. A human one at least. Looks more turian to me."

"Maybe we're trying out turian design concepts." Flynn postulated.

"Bigger than that, Ms. Flynn," Anderson replied as they rounded a wall and walked into a small circular room with a large viewscreen at the far end. "This ship is a joint Alliance-Hierarchy project. We aren't just integrating turian designs, but turian technology as well."

Anderson paused as he looked around the room. "This is the comms station, where most signal traffic is routed through before it reaches the rest of the ship. You and I will be taking more than a few calls here I would think, Shepard."

They exited the room, going to the right and passing through a door that had a marine stationed at it who saluted at them as they went down the stairs. "This is the crew deck. The berths are going to be on the immediate left and right of the wall we'll emerge from, so I can give you a second to stow your belongings before we continue."

It was a chance that they took, briefly stealing away into the port crew quarters and stowing their things. They emerged, and Theisman looked around. "I don't know if it's the fact that it's empty, but the ship seems a little large for its class to me. Is that part of the turian influence?"

"It is bigger than the older frigates, it's true," Anderson said as he swept his gaze around, landing on an elevator that was across from where they'd come off the staircase. "Part of it is the turian design ethos, yes, but with the STANMOD program having been in full swing for the last 10 years now, every ship's getting bigger these days. Where a frigate like this would have been 150 meters in length a decade ago, this lead design is edging slightly over 200."

Anderson shook his head. "But I doubt Shepard, at least, is here for a lecture on ship design."

"I don't mind, sir," Nate said with a slight shrug. "I may be a soldier, but I've always been fascinated with how things are put together."

Anderson smiled slightly. "Even still, I'm sure there's going to be plenty of time later to go into depth if you want. Let's keep going."

"This is, unsurprisingly, the main section of the crew deck." Anderson continued as they walked around an elevator, coming to a stop in front of a long table with a dozen seats. "You'll find most people relaxing here on their off-shifts. Over to the left there is my office in case anyone needs to talk with me privately, and over on the right is the medbay."

As he finished his sentence, the medbay door opened, and a man in gray sweatpants and a loose shirt under an equally gray zip-up hoodie noticed them before walking toward them. He was a well-built man, with a head of dark hair over pale skin and brown eyes. The sleeves and hem of the shirt betrayed a skinsuit underneath, a view that was easy to see as the man paused and snapped to attention, saluting crisply. "Sir. Good to see you down here."

"At ease, Lieutenant," Anderson replied as he saluted back. "Commander, this is Staff Lieutenant Kaidan Alenko, the man who is, or will be at least, in charge of our marine complement. Alenko, this is Commander Shepard, our new XO."

"Hello, Commander." Kaidan stepped forward, offering a hand which Nate took and shook firmly. "I managed to skim your file when I heard you were coming. It'll be good to have another combat engineer onboard."

"And I'm looking forward to working with you as well," Nate replied.

"I imagine the Captain's showing you around," Kaidan said, starting to walk towards the starboard crew quarters. "I'll get out of your way, let you get used to the ship. We'll talk later."

Nate found it refreshing that the man hadn't brought up Elysium. It would have been easy to do, even only skimming his records. Even the brief moment that Lieutenant Alenko had given them made it seem like he had a good head on his shoulders. But, like in all things at the moment, only time would tell.

Anderson nodded. "If you'll all follow me into the elevator? We'll get to where the Lieutenants need to go."

It was a silent ride on the elevator, the doors opening up to a large shuttle bay that housed a shuttle, one of the newer Kodiak models if Nate was guessing correctly, and a Mako Infantry Fighting Vehicle. He'd done some fieldwork on the 8-wheeled platform before, when he'd been part of the Benjamin Davis' deployed marine complement, and had even had the chance to be behind the wheel of one during one of his shore leaves. It was a fine vehicle.

"This is our cargo bay," Anderson said in passing. "We'll have a complement of 2 shuttles join the one we have and have another Mako for our marines. And, where I'm sure the Lieutenants are going to be spending a majority of their time…"

They walked down a small hallway, passing through one of the doors in the wall and emerging into a large, tubular room, a massive hemisphere with flowing blue and purple lights dotted along its surface pulsing in time with what was likely the ship's Tantalus generator, the mass effect creating, Element Zero laden heart of the ship. Several hatches climbed up the walls of the bay to about head height, and ladders to access them in between every two hatches.

And even still, the sight that drew all eyes to it was the two turians, with bird-like legs and three-fingered claws that went along with a general look that would have fit right in with old Earth dinosaurs. They stood to one side, away from who was likely the chief engineer, as all eyes turned to regard them while they stepped into the room proper, most landing on Nate. Even with so few, he mentally sighed at how long some of them regarded him.

"Captain Anderson." one of the turians, the shorter of the two, said as he stepped forward, the almost too soft hum of a translator mod undercutting the natural flanging undertone of his voice as he spoke. "I assume that you're here giving your newest crewmembers a tour of the ship?"

"That I am, Nihlus," Anderson replied, looking back at Nate. "Commander, this is Commander Nihlus Kirrik of the Hierarchy Naval Infantry. He's a guest aboard the ship, and is here on Council business."

"Indeed," Nihlus said, his gaze lingering on Nate for a moment as Nate took in the striking white facepaint that highlighted the turian's deep brown skin. "We'll have more to talk about later, I'm sure. For now, I'll be making my way to the bridge to oversee the mass relay jump."

With that, he walked past the group of humans, leaving the taller turian to look expectantly at them. "Captain Anderson." the turian, a female, said as she straightened to attention.

"Chief Specialist," Anderson replied as he turned to Theisman and Flynn. "Allow me to introduce you to your new compatriots."

He glanced over at the chief engineer and slightly nodded the man, a mostly bald, stocky sort with slightly inset eyes that regarded the group almost warily, over to them. "Ms. Flynn, Mr. Theisman, this is Chief Engineer Adams, your supervising officer here below. I wouldn't trust anyone else to take the helm of overseeing a new starship."

Adams nodded at the pair. "Glad to have some extra hands to help out down here. I'll show you two around, make sure you don't get in the way."

The two lieutenants nodded. "Duly noted, sir," Theisman said. "But I don't think I'm technically directly under you."

He looked over at the turian woman, whose finger-like frills twitched in what was likely the turian approximation of a raised brow as she regarded him from behind wave-like crimson facepaint. "I believe I'm to be working with you, Chief Specialist, in learning what makes this ship tick."

The turian Chief Specialist nodded. "Captain, if I may introduce myself?" she asked levelly, and Nate couldn't hear any translator mods working. She had a decent grasp of English, as far as he could currently tell.

Anderson nodded silently, and the turian stepped forward. "Lieutenant Theisman, I am Chief Specialist Duvinian of the Hierarchy Engineering Corps. I expect you to observe and follow my orders closely, as only one of us watched the keel of this ship being laid in. I believe we're understood?"

Theisman nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good. We'll get started immediately."

Anderson nodded, looking over at Nate. "I'll be taking care of some business in my quarters for a moment. If you want to go to the bridge, I'd appreciate having you keeping an eye on things."

Nate couldn't help but wonder if that had something to do with Nihlus. "Yes, sir."

With that, he looked over at Theisman and Flynn, getting to learn their new stations, and nodded, more to himself than anything, as he turned and went back up towards the bridge.

The building hum of the ship around him told him that they were picking up speed, but it was remarkably difficult to even hear the ship's drive outside of the engine room like he could on many other postings. In fact, it was nearly silent. Finally, however, he made his way to the bridge, finding Lieutenant Alenko, now dressed in the deep blue uniform of the Alliance, sitting in what could be considered the 'co-pilot's' chair next to Lieutenant Moreau. Behind them stood Nihlus, watching silently as Moreau worked. "The relay is hot. Acquiring approach vector. All stations, secure for transit." the man said, and Nate could feel the deck beginning to vibrate just a little more as the jump engine came online.

He came to a stop next to Nihlus as Moreau's preparations came to their zenith. "Board is green, gravitic compensation values locked in. Beginning approach run."

From here, behind the cockpit's outside monitors, the somewhat eerie blue glow of the Mass Relay was curtailed from the almost blinding light it was outside as the strange machine spun up to barely bearable as the vessel came up alongside it. "Hitting the relay," Moreau said as they drew close, "in 3, 2, 1…"

Then, Nate, along with everyone else he was sure, felt the impact of the Relay's energies, a slight smell that Nate thought was like the discharge of a gun that had just been fired creeping in as the ship, and them, grew lighter and lighter, lighter than any material could possibly be while still remaining as it was, before zipping away from the Charon relay far faster than the speed of light.

As they settled in for their journey, Moreau began his post-jump ministrations. "Thrusters, check. Navigation locked in. Internal emissions sink engaged. All systems nominal. Drift… just under 1500 K."

He said the words with a satisfied air, and Nate glanced over at Nihlus as a few of his quills twitched up in time with the armored plate above his left eye. "1500 is good. Your captain will likely be pleased."

His eyes dipped down to his forearm, an omni-tool activating in what was likely some kind of privacy mode. He nodded silently and slightly, glancing at Nate as he turned and walked away.

Nate looked back as Nihlus walked to the comms room, wondering if he should perhaps follow after.

"I hate that guy," Moreau said after a silent moment, dragging Nate's attention back to the pilot.

Alenko glanced over at Moreau. "You've barely even seen the guy, Joker. He gives you a compliment… so you hate him?"

"Compliment?" Moreau shot back. "Remembering to zip up your jumpsuit on your way out of the bathroom is good. I just jumped us halfway across the explored galaxy to land on a target that's about equivalent to the size of a pinhead, cosmically speaking. That's a little more of an 'incredible'."

Moreau shook his head. "Besides, he's a Spectre. They're trouble, even when they're being nice. Call me paranoid, but I don't exactly like him being onboard."

"Alright," Alenko said with a slight smile, "you're paranoid. The Council was a big part of funding this project, just as much as the Turian Hierarchy was. It just makes sense that they'd want someone to see how their investment holds up."

"Yeah, I've heard the official story," Moreau said. "But only an idiot believes the official story."

"Maybe so," Nate interjected, drawing the attention of the two men to him. "But right now, it's probably the best we'll be getting for now to explain why there's a Spectre on a shakedown cruise."

"So more likely than not," Moreau said meaningfully, "there's more going on here than the captain's letting on."

As if his words were a spell, the comms system chimed. "Joker," Captain Anderson said, "status report."

Moreau sat up just a little straighter in his chair. "We're clear of the mass relay, Captain. Stealth systems are engaged, and everything looks solid."

"Good," Anderson said. "Find a comms buoy and link us into the network. I want to be able to relay mission reports back to Command before we reach Eden Prime."

"Aye, Captain," Moreau replied. "Better brace yourself, sir. I'm pretty sure Nihlus is heading your way."

"He's already here, Lieutenant." Nate could detect a not-so-subtle hint of an unamused tone in Anderson's voice. "Is Commander Shepard there with you?"

"Present, sir," Nate replied.

"Good. Meet me in the comm room for a briefing. Nihlus and I have something we need to discuss with you."

With that, the comm channel clicked off. "Well, good luck, Commander," Moreau said somewhat sardonically.

"I might need it," Nate replied with a slight grimace. "Something must have gone wrong if it's got the Captain sounding like that."

As he turned away, he heard Moreau scoff slightly before continuing. "Must always be something wrong, if that's all he's like when he's talking to me."

"I can't possibly imagine why," Alenko said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Whatever else might have been said was lost to Nate as he walked towards where he remembered the comms room was. He passed more than a few conversations, almost all of them about where they were going: Eden Prime.

It was, by all accounts, a historic place, one of humanity's first settlements, and accordingly, one of its most developed. People didn't call it a paradise world for nothing, either. So what were they doing going there? And what was a Spectre, a turian one at that, doing hovering around while they did it?

Questions for Anderson and Nihlus, he resolved as he stepped into the comm room. On the far wall, a screen was showing what must have been Eden Prime, Nihlus standing alone as he looked up at the vista before him.

As Nate approached, Nihlus turned to face him. "Commander Shepard. I was hoping you'd arrive here first. It will give us a chance to talk for a moment."

"I was under the impression I was getting briefed, sir," Nate replied somewhat cautiously.

"You will be." Nihlus paused as he glanced back at the screen. "But for now, tell me a little about Eden Prime. I'm interested to hear about more than just its obviously apparent beauty."

"One of the first colonies we ever established, as I'm sure our public records will tell you," Nate replied. "It's still a haven for people who didn't decide to go back to Shanxi."

It was silent for a moment as Nihlus' eyes narrowed. "Yes. A haven. Safe. Tranquil. It's become something of a symbol for your people, hasn't it? A proof to show that humanity can not only spread across the galaxy at a remarkable rate, but also defend where they call home. But I must ask… how safe is it, really?"

Nate's eyes narrowed in turn. "I hope you're not insinuating something."

"Hardly, Shepard. Your people are still relative newcomers to the galactic stage, for as far as they've spread." Nihlus took a step forward. "There's a reason we responded so strongly at Relay-314. Your people still don't fully know what's on the other end of those closed-off relays. We do."

"So," Nihlus continued as he folded his arms, "is your Alliance ready for this?"

Before Nate could reply, he heard the door open behind him, looking back to see Captain Anderson striding forward. "It's time to tell Commander Shepard here the truth."

Nihlus nodded. "Indeed it is. This is no mere shakedown."

"If anything was going to make it obvious," Nate replied, "it was probably going to be you."

Nihlus shrugged slightly as Anderson continued. "We're here to make a covert pick-up. Running the stealth systems through their paces is as good an excuse as any to have them on."

"Anything else I'm allowed to know, sir?" Nate asked.

"At the moment, not much." Anderson shrugged slightly. "This comes down from the top, strictly need-to-know. But there is more I can tell you. A research team on Eden Prime investigating anomalies unearthed some kind of beacon during an excavation. A beacon that they determined was Prothean in origin."

The Protheans. Nate had heard somewhat about them, those ancient rulers of the galaxy. Most of the technology that connected the galaxy was supposedly their legacy. The last Prothean relic of any kind had been found under the surface of Mars over a century ago.

"Prothean?" Nate said somewhat incredulously. "Why aren't we sending a bigger research group?"

"The Council has the final say on all physical aspects of Prothean technology," Nihlus replied. "Whatever data you're able to collect from your studies, however, is yours to share."

"This is big, Shepard," Anderson said. "The last time we found a Prothean artifact, we compressed almost two hundred years of advancement into half a century. But as to your suggestion, there's just not enough time to set up advanced enough facilities to handle a Prothean artifact. The Citadel has those facilities."

"Thus, I am partly involved because the Council knows the potential implications of what the beacon might hold," Nihlus said. "Whatever you discover may affect every species in Council space."

"Not only that," Anderson continued, "but our continued cooperation with the Council will have important benefits going forward."

"Such cooperation is another part of why I'm here, Shepard," Nihlus said. "I'm also here for you."

Nate's brow arched. "Am I under investigation?" Nate asked.

"Evaluation, Shepard," Anderson replied. "Nihlus wants to see you in action. How you lead, how you adjust to situations. The Alliance has been pushing for what you're going through for quite a while. As we grow, humanity wants a larger role in shaping the galaxy we're going to be living in. A little more say with the Citadel Council."

"There are plenty of other species that are under the impression that your Alliance is being remarkably expansionist. Pushy, some might say." Nihlus remarked before pausing for a moment. "With how slow the asari, in particular, are about taking things, however, I must say it's been a refreshing change of pace."

"And part of that change is accepting a new member of our race into the Spectres," Anderson said. "The Spectres are a representative arm of the Council's power and authority, the best of the best from every race on the Council."

"And to this point," Nihlus said, "your records reflect well on you. Your stand on Elysium and willingness to give your life for the good of not only those soldiers around you, but for the people of that planet as a whole, is a very compelling example of your character and resolve."

'No,' Nate thought as he suppressed a sigh. 'There are better men and women that you can try and look for. They just happen to be buried with honors at the moment.'

"It's why I've put your name forward as a candidate to become a Spectre." Nihlus continued.

"I'm somewhat surprised, sir," Nate said. "Most turians I've met don't seem fond enough of humanity to be that… magnanimous."

"There are plenty of war-birds that still see you as an… uppity client race, so to speak, but there are enough who see your potential. What you can bring to the table as equals." Nihlus said. "Besides, the Spectres are just an elite group, not a clique. The Council won't care what species you are. Only that you have the skills and talent to get the job done. This will be the first of several missions we undertake together to determine that."

"With that in mind," Anderson began, "You'll be in charge of the ground team that's going to secure and prepare the artifact for transport. Nihlus will be acting as an observer. We'll be sending Lieutenant Alenko and Corporal Jenkins along with you while the researchers make whatever preparations they need to."

Nate nodded. "Am I able to take someone else as well? Lieutenant Theisman has experience with xenotech. There's a decent chance he could move things along a little more quickly."

Anderson's brow creased in thought for a moment before he nodded. "It's not a bad idea, and with the nature of this mission, I'm sure the researchers will appreciate someone who can be a middleman."

"Now, we've only got about an hour-" Anderson began, cut off by the quick chime of the internal comms.

"Captain!" Moreau said urgently. "We've got a problem."

"What is it, Joker?" Anderson asked.

"I'm receiving a priority transmission from Eden Prime's garrison force. Patching it through now."

As Joker finished speaking, the comms screen flashed to life, the thus far silent room now awash with the harsh blare of gunfire. The screen showed someone peeking out from behind cover, then ducking back as their assailants, unable to be made out in the static of the feed, fired on their position.

The camera revealed itself to be helmet mounted as its owner took it off, revealing an Indian woman with black hair and brilliantly green eyes that easily showed how rattled she was.

"This is Staff Sergeant Korrapati of the 232nd! We are under fire from unknown enemy combatants, and the dig site is overrun!" the woman said, pausing for a moment as something exploded on the rock next to her face. "The scientists are… Ashley, here! The scientists have been slaughtered, those that survived are still in hiding. We're taking heavy casualties and need immediate evac."

Before she could continue, a low-pitched, loud drone began to cut over the sounds of battle, Korrapati putting her helmet back on as she risked a peek out of cover to see…

It must have been a spaceship descending into the atmosphere. But it was unlike any spaceship that Nate had ever seen before, gray and claw-like as it fell to the earth wreathed in red lightning.

Whatever else, it was causing interference in the transmission, the edges of Sergeant Korrapati's feed fuzzing and becoming staticky as she turned to run. "Go, go!" she said to what must have been her squad. "Fall back to the hill! Mayumi, get-"

With that, the feed cut off, now naught but so much static. "Everything after that is just dead air," Joker said after a moment's tense, somewhat dreadful silence. "There aren't any transmissions coming from Eden Prime now. Best guess is that they're being jammed."

"Reverse and hold at 38.5," Anderson said into his now open omni-tool, the pale blue interface likely connected to the Normandy.

The now logged transmission rewinded, pausing on the image of that strange, unsettling starship. The trio studied it in silence for a moment, the thing seemingly reaching like the hand of some forgotten god.

"Joker," Anderson said in a sober voice, "make sure to take us in fast and quiet when we arrive. Whatever the hell this is, I don't want it to see us."

"Aye, Captain." was Joker's only reply as the comm channel clicked off.

"This mission just got a hell of a lot more complicated." Anderson sighed quietly.

"A small strike team can move quickly to secure the beacon without drawing attention. It'll be our best chance at extracting it." Nihlus said.

"What about the soldiers?" Nate asked. "We should at least try and get in contact with them, see what they know about the lay of the land and enemy forces."

"We know where our objective is supposed to be." Nihlus retorted. "Wasting time trying to contact soldiers who may already be dead gives… whatever force is from that vessel that much more time to take the artifact."

"No," Anderson said firmly. "We are not leaving behind soldiers in distress if we can help it. The ship's likely logged what comm channel that emergency signal came from. Once you're on planet, Shepard, reach out if you can. Otherwise, focus on securing the artifact first."

"Yes, sir," Nate replied.

"Nihlus, we'll be deploying from the cargo bay," Anderson said. "Grab your gear and meet us there."

Nihlus simply nodded, turning and walking out of the comms room.

Anderson turned to face Nate. "Commander, I'm in a hell of a place to tell you and your team what to do. I don't want to ask for any miracles, but… bring as many as you can home."

Nate nodded. "I'll do my best, sir."

Anderson smiled wanly. "It's what you're good at. I expect you will."

He turned and began to walk out of the room. "I'll see you in an hour."

With that, Nathaniel Shepard looked up at the still-frozen picture for a moment, and couldn't help but feel anxiety, or even fear, begin worming its way through his gut. Whatever that was, it wasn't batarian slavers or marauders. This, he somehow already knew, was something much more.
 
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Chapter 2: Unwilling Oracles

Chapter 2: Unwilling Oracles


SSV Normandy, 30 Minutes from Eden Prime

Commander Nathaniel Shepard was now in the ship's impressive medical bay, sitting on one of the gurneys as the ship's doctor, who had introduced herself as Doctor Chakwas, considered her omni-tool. Both Alenko and Jenkins were there as well, Jenkins at the doorway as Alenko sat on another gurney. They were mostly silent but tense, along with the rest of the ship that had learned about the reason for their increased preparedness.

Chakwas, brushing aside a lock of graying black hair, looked up at Nate with a somewhat critical eye, as she had for the past 10 minutes of the check-up. "So, to finish things up, you're a biotics user with an L3 implant," she said matter-of-factly. "I've worked with a few L3 users before. Any outstanding symptoms that I should be aware of that might have appeared in the last 24 hours? Migraines, auditory or visual hallucinations, chills or fever?"

Nate shook his head, and Chakwas nodded. "Good. I'm sure you'll let me know of any symptoms should they appear."

"I can't argue with doctor's orders," Nate said with a shrug and a slight smile.

The corner of Chakwas' lip twitched up as she turned to face Alenko. "Alright, Lieutenant. Anything wrong with your own implants that should make me have a word with the Captain about deploying you to the surface?"

"Not today, Doc. The L2s are being nice today." Kaidan said with a smile. "You'll know if I do."

"Very good." Chakwas' smile grew as she stepped back. "Well then, I can confidently clear you both for duty. Good luck on Eden Prime."

"Of all the places to get some real action," Jenkins said with a grimace, "I didn't think I'd have to go home to find it."

"I sincerely hope that the 'real action' is kept to a minimum, Corporal," Chakwas said quietly. "I'd have to have any of you back in here laying on one of my stretchers if we can avoid it."

"I know," Jenkins replied. "It's just that I've never really been on a mission like this before. And certainly not on a mission with a Spectre."

"Just stay calm, Jenkins. Deep breaths if you need them. I know I do, sometimes." Kaidan said. "The shakes are going to be there. Just make sure you steady your gun before you fire."

"Alenko's right," Nate said. "Just keep your head on your shoulders, and things will work out just fine."

"I've gotta admit," Jenkins said after a moment's silent pondering, "I feel like it's easy for you to say. You're the Hero of Elysium, after all. Everyone knows you can do it. I just need to prove that I can too."

Nate stood from the gurney, walking over silently to Jenkins and pausing in front of him. "Look, Jenkins, I know what you're thinking. I used to think like that too. But if there's anything that you should know, it's that being a hero isn't all that it's cracked up to be. Don't worry about trying to be a hero. Just do what you need to do, and come home alive. That's all anyone's asking for."

It was silent in the medbay for a moment before Jenkins nodded. "Alright. I'll keep that in mind."

Nate nodded, and Chakwas cleared her throat. "Mr. Shepard, Mr. Alenko, you're free to go."

The three men walked out, taking a seat at the table in the common area. It was silent for a moment, then Nate looked over at Jenkins. "So, you're from Eden Prime?" he asked.

Jenkins nodded. "Yeah. From one of the outer farm towns. It's a pretty boring place. At least… I hope it is."

"What's the name of the town?" Kaidan asked. "Maybe it's pretty far away from where our op zone is."

"New Haskellon," Jenkins said, a slight, sad smile on his face as he said the name.

Alenko tapped on his omni-tool, comparing the map of the planet to a mission briefing that Anderson had circulated to those involved. "Yeah. The beacon was unearthed in Providence, a solid 20 kilometers from New Haskellon." Alenko looked up. "Whatever else, I think your family is going to be okay."

Jenkins took a deep, relieved breath before chuckling. "I think even if they were close, they'd be able to take care of themselves. I mean, my dad taught me and my whole family how to shoot before we could drive. Said it was 'farmers tradition' or some sort of nonsense like that."

"So, what's growing up on Eden Prime like, then?" Nate asked. "I mean, even on Mindoir, so many people I knew wanted to vacation there at some point."

"Well," Jenkins began, leaning on the table as a thoughtful look crossed his face, "I can't tell you about the main city, but I lived next to this big hill out across my family's fields. At night sometimes, I climb it and just… sit. Looking up at the stars."

. . .

Lieutenant Theisman crawled in the remarkably spacious maintenance ducts, Specialist Duvinian having met him at a circular juncture that housed the systems that controlled the ship's weapons systems. For as devoted to stealth as the ship was made to be, the Normandy could put up a hell of a fight. Here, Theisman could tinker with two prow-mounted coilguns, four missile and torpedo tubes, and a mass effect-based active defense system of turian origin.

Duvinian paused as she completed an explanation of the ADS, and Theisman decided to fill the silence. "So, Specialist," he began. "What brings a member of the turian Navy to work alongside the Alliance beyond simply being a part of the program?"

Duvinian was silent for a moment. "The Hierarchy Navy has existed for centuries. Centuries which we've had to refine and hone ship designs and technologies to a point where actual innovation is a breathtaking rarity. Your Alliance Navy, however… there's an air of possibility and willingness to experiment that's… almost intoxicating."

"I can see how," Theisman said with a slight grin. "It's a pretty interesting feeling, peeking into the ship development branch like I sometimes do. I imagine this ship was a pretty wild ride to be a part of designing and building."

"You have no idea," Duvinian said with a chuckle. "Probably one of the worst decisions I think either side could have okayed was putting even a few people on either side of the Relay-314 Conflict in place as part of the project. It was exhausting sometimes."

"I'd imagine so," Theisman said quietly.

It was quiet for long moments, then Duvinian broke the silence. "So, did you have any family that was a part of the Conflict?"

Daniel shook his head. "No, thankfully. My family was still on Earth then. How about you?"

"I had an aunt who was an engineer aboard the HNV Porutari, over Shanxi. Watched the human fleet come in and break the siege. It stuck with her as she helped get me into the Engineering Corps. In fact, she's the one who always called it a 'Conflict' instead of an 'Incident' like everyone else does. I guess it just rubbed off on me."

It was quiet again for a long moment before Daniel's omni-tool chimed with an incoming call. He answered quickly. "This is Theisman, go."

"Theisman," Commander Shepard said, "come and meet me, Alenko, and Jenkins in the crew area. I need to talk to you about the mission we're going on."

Theisman frowned slightly. "Copy that. I'll be there in five."

The comm-link closed, and Theisman looked up at Duvinian. "Well, it looks like I'm needed elsewhere. Wonder what they need me for?"

"Something important if you're going planetside," Duvinian replied. "Whatever else, be careful out there."

"I'll certainly try." with that, Theisman rotated in the junction, crawling back out into the main engine room and making his way into the crew room. At the long table, he saw Shepard, the man who he remembered was Lieutenant Alenko and another man.

"So," he said as he sat by Shepard, "what can I help you with?"

"We're going to need your xenotech experience," Shepard replied. "We're going to Eden Prime to pick up a Prothean artifact. And we're doing it in a combat zone."

Theisman frowned slightly as he leaned on the table. "You're serious?" he asked. "Prothean? I… don't know how much I can help you beyond general guidelines. We'll need to be very careful with any ME-fields we use, as Prothean artifacts can be ridiculously sensitive to such things. We'll need a hover sled and some manpower to lift it on in order to get it into the ship."

"Well, you know more than we do," Alenko said. "You'll be coming with us to make sure everyone handles this thing without something exploding."

Theisman took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. If it's a combat zone, I'll get some armor and a weapons loadout from the armory. Anything else I should know?"

"Not as far as I can tell at the moment," Shepard said.

"Got any combat experience?" Alenko asked.

"I was a combat engineer at Torfan. I know my way around a combat zone." Theisman replied.

Shepard nodded. "Alright. We'll be there in 15 minutes. Get ready."

. . .

In the cargo bay of the Normandy, five soldiers waited as they listened to the slight growl of the ship entering the atmosphere of Eden Prime. They all turned to see Anderson approaching them, the human contingent coming to attention.

"You have your orders, Commander," Anderson said. "Secure the artifact, and gather any surviving soldiers so that we can extract them with the Normandy. You're here as muscle too, so make as straight a line through whatever gets in your way to the dig site."

"Approaching drop point one now," Joker said, the doors opening to a ruddy, almost hellish sunset.

Nihlus, silent this far, stepped up to the ramp, a disposable descent arrestor in his armor's back as it was for all of them. "I'll be going on my own. I'll see you on the ground."

"Wait a minute," Jenkins said, "shouldn't we try and stay together?"

"He'll be scouting ahead, feeding you information over comms. Between that and one or two tries at contacting surviving soldiers, I want radio silence." Anderson replied, all of them watching as Nihlus jumped.

"Coming up on drop point two," Joker interjected.

"Alright, Shepard," Anderson said over the howling wind, "the mission's yours now. Good luck!"

As Anderson turned away, Nate looked over at the rest of his team as he, and they, put on their helmets. "Alright. Let's jump."

Like Nihlus, they made their way to the ramp and leaped into the open air, twin mass effect fields like broad wings snapping open after slightly terrifying seconds. They maneuvered as best they could towards a clearing, touching down as their decent arrestors shut down.

Immediately, everyone's rifles were out, Nate, Jenkins, and Alenko carrying M7 Avengers, the standard assault rifle of the Alliance military, while Theisman carried a Vindicator marksman rifle as a recon drone, tiny and fabricated by his omni-tool, flew up and ahead to pathfind for them. They moved up slowly anyway, their movements practiced and rather well synchronized as they followed the drone.

"What are those?" Kaidan said as they came upon a small pond, several bulbous, pulsating… things gliding through the water.

"Those are just gas bags," Jenkins replied. "They're harmless. We can just…"

"Damn," Theisman said, and everyone could see the helmet feed for the drone had died. "We've probably got hard contact up ahead."

"Alright, then," Shepard said. "Jenkins, take point. Alenko, to my left, Theisman, hang back. Wide sweeps, and watch the air."

They proceeded thusly, slowly working their way towards a rocky valley. It was… quiet, save for the gentle breeze. The silence grated at them, seeming to crank the tension in their muscles ever so slowly.

Then, there was a howl of sound, several gray shapes streaking into the air from carefully hidden positions, and the pulsing chatter of strange guns firing. For Nate, the world was a blur for the briefest of moments as he threw himself into cover, popping out briefly to send controlled bursts of fire toward the cluster of strange, mono-eyed drones.

As Nate popped out of cover again, he focused, feeling a thrum building up within him and a buzz from the biotic amps that were installed in his body adding to it a split-second later. It was the mass effect, gravity itself, roiling within his body. He pressed the force into his free hand, a rippling field enveloping it as the weight of stars and a weightlessness even air could not match battled for control.

All this happened in the span of seconds as he sighted his floating target, and reached out, 'guide-rails' of gravitic energy guiding the little gravitic maelstrom from the tips of his fingers to slam into the drone, its kinetic barriers overloading in the blink of an eye before the drone, for lack of a better word, exploded, its power system cooking off and propelling the shreds of metal that remained still further than they already would have gone.

Before Nate could get back into cover, several bursts from behind him made another drone's barrier flash out of existence before a blinking nodule slammed into it. The drone shuddered, dropping for a moment before it turned on its compatriots and fired. Taking advantage of the distraction, Kaidan sent a buzzing, humming superconductor, flash-formed by his omni-tool, darting to a drone that had just lost its shield, the artificial hum building until the drone overloaded, sparking and smoking as it fell to the ground.

Finally, as the final drone shut down, falling to the ground, the little valley fell silent once again. Nate slowly came out of cover, scanning the area for a moment before his gaze fell on the still form of Jenkins. As he made his way over to the slightly smoking corpse, he saw Alenko and Theisman on his flanks, standing vigil for a moment before Nate crouched and removed his helmet, closing sightless eyes.

"Well," Kaidan said quietly, "if there's any way to go, it's fighting for your home."

"Damn," Theisman said. "They focused everything on him. Barriers must have popped in the first second. At least it was quick."

"We'll make sure he gets a proper burial," Nate replied. "Right now, we've got a little room to breathe."

He paused as he keyed the comm-link that had sent the distress call out to them. "Sergeant Korrapati, this is Commander Shepard of the Normandy. Can you read me?"

It was silent for long moments, then the line clicked quietly. "This is Korrapati. Thank god, someone's here. Where are you?"

"We dropped about a klick out from the dig site. We're currently in a small, rocky valley."

"One moment, Shepard." Korrapati was silent. "We'll meet you about 100 meters ahead of your position. Be careful. These mechs are crawling around everywhere."

"Not just mechs," Theisman said, intruding on the comm link as he held up the disabled drone. "I'd bet my bottom dollar these are geth."

"What are geth doing here?" Kaidan said as they began to move again. "The way everyone else talks about them, they're almost a myth. Haven't been seen outside the Veil for almost 2 centuries. What's got them out here now?"

"I think we might already know the answer," Nate said grimly.

The trio continued in radio silence for a little while before Nihlus chimed in. "I'm approaching the settlement by the dig site. Some burned-out buildings. A lot of bodies. I'm going to check it out. I'll meet you at the site."

They continued on, pausing as they crested a hill and saw a sight that chilled them to the core. They found almost a dozen soldiers behind cover, a few of them peeking out to watch what must have been two squads of geth armatures surrounding one lifting a person onto some tripod device. The man struggled weakly, then the device activated, a spike running the man through his chest as it lifted him several meters into the air to join 8 or 9 others, the latest sprout in a macabre forest.

"My god…" Kaidan said as the fireteam moved toward the assembled squad as covertly as they could.

Finally, behind an outcropping, they went into cover next to a group of four soldiers. One of them, a woman in white and pink armor, heaved a sigh of relief. "Well, at least you're friendly faces," she whispered.

"Do wish there were more of you, though." another soldier, a British woman whose armor was accompanied by the sort of lightly armored ¾ skirt usually used by drop infantry, interjected. "Any chance you have a bunch of other friends waiting over where you just came from?"

"Wish we did," Kaidan said. "What's the sitrep?"

"There are geth armatures crawling over the site and the spaceport." the third soldier, her voice familiar, began. "They've been doing…" she paused as she peeked out of cover for a moment. "Well, that, to all the civilians they can get their hands on. We were waiting for you to show up before we moved toward their objective."

"The dig site," Theisman said darkly.

Nate nodded. "Let us know when to start laying down fire."

The third soldier, who Nate was sure was Korrapati, nodded. "Alright. Any biotics? We've got two in our squad across the way."

"You've got two here," Nate replied.

"Perfect. Stay here, bracket them, and box them in if you can. We'll send a wave of fire downrange."

Nate and Kaidan moved to the other end of the rock outcropping, waiting for Korrapati's signal. "How do you want to do this?" Alenko asked. "Kinetic barrier at each end?"

"Angle it so that we're funneling them towards us." Nate's eyes narrowed as he gauged the distance. "I'd say… 8 meters long, 45-degree angle."

"Sounds good to me." Kaidan paused as he looked over at Korrapati. "Who are the other two biotics?"

Korrapati glanced back at them. "I've got Langley and Nagisa. Switch your comms to channel 892.3."

Kaidan did so, relaying the gist of the plan to the two other biotics noted as Nate simply took a deep breath and focused on the area he'd be manipulating. Just a simple wall of gravity and their newfound friends would do the rest.

They settled into their positions, and Nate waited out that slowing of time that came with anticipation as best he could, the seconds seeming to stretch on as the group began to move off.

"Now!" Korrapati shouted, and Nate, Kaidan by his side, reached out, defining the space that they wanted to manipulate and focusing, their powers causing the air to shift into a red haze as the gravity there formed an impassible wall. Across the way, at the other end of the little valley, a similar barrier came into existence. And, just as promised, 9 guns, from shotguns to assault rifles to submachine guns and even a few sniper rifles, sent a sweeping tide of energy-wreathed slivers of metal crashing into their clearly somewhat surprised opponents.

The geth squads pushed up through the funnel, but the action simply made them ever easier targets, the sheer amount of incoming fire overwhelming their kinetic barriers and felling them in short order.

It never took long for a properly set ambush to play out, one way or another. After several tense minutes, the valley fell silent, and Korrapati began walking over to the other soldiers across the way. "Ashley, could you give them a sitrep?" she said as she walked away.

The soldier in white and pink nodded before she turned to Nate, saluting sharply. "Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams of the 212th, sir. I'd assume you're the one in charge?"

Nate nodded, and Ashley began. "My squad and Korrapati's were out on patrol when the geth hit us. Korrapati's squad managed to make it to cover before their alpha strike did anything bad. My squad… wasn't so lucky. The ambush that we walked into when we tried to go and secure the beacon… left me the only one."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Williams," Nate said. "Is there any new info we couldn't get after the comms jamming went up?"

"Not as of yet. We're close to the dig site, though. It's just over that rise."

Korrapati returned. "Now that you're here Commander, what are your orders?"

Nate was silent for a brief moment as he considered his options. "I'd suggest splitting into two groups. My group will range ahead and clear out any geth forces that are attached to the beacon. Korrapati, we'll need you to watch our backs and clear out anything behind us we might miss."

Korrapati nodded. "Alright. Ashley, you go ahead and keep with them. I'll send Private Marlowe here, Yamagishi, and Kirishima along with you as well. That should give you enough power to get through just about anything."

As the two soldiers jogged over towards them, Nate nodded. "Alright. Williams, go ahead and take point towards the dig site. Once we're there, Korrapati, I'll signal with three comm clicks for you to follow behind."

Ashley nodded, walking in the direction she pointed as the others of their newly reinforced fireteam followed past the grisly sight of bodies hanging limply above their heads.

It didn't take long for them to reach a strange structure that rose above the little canyon that they found themselves in. At least two geth patrolled the inside of the open structure in their view as the fireteam got to cover.

"That's the dig site," Ashley said as they scoped in the geth within it. "I can't see the artifact they dug up from here…"

"I'll get to a good vantage point over there, see what I can find." one of the soldiers, Yamagishi if Nate remembered correctly, said as she nodded over to their right. Slowly, she made her way nearly to the wall, setting her sniper rifle on one of the rocks and sighting it in.

"The artifact's gone," Yamagishi said.

"Any idea if the researchers moved it?" Kaidan asked.

"It's possible," Ashley replied. "But I wouldn't be surprised if they geth moved it either."

"Where would it go then?" Marlowe asked.

"Probably whatever spaceport is already here," Theisman replied. "Whatever the hell their ship is, they can't just… beam it up. Prothean tech needs to be handled carefully. That means facilities to get it on board."

"Williams?" Nate asked. "Is there a port here?"

"Yeah. Fairly close by, too." Ashley looked around. "The research camp should be in between here and the port as well. We should check and see if there are any survivors with good intel."

Nate nodded. "Sounds good."

"Shepard." Nihlus' voice interjected on his comm channel. "I've got some strange objects with withered, clearly modified humans. Take care when approaching them. They aren't as dead as you think."

"Good to know," Nate replied. "Alright, let's get to work."

It was a token force that patrolled the dig site, easily swept aside as the fire team bulldozed through them. As they made their way up towards the research camp, however, they ran into more of those strange spikes, several people mounted on them. Unlike the 'fresh' ones in the valley, however, these ones had gray husks impaled on them, strange tubes and metallic parts glowing with an all-too-eerie blue and purple light.

"God help them…" Ashley said. "I didn't think it could get worse."

"Stay sharp," Nate warned. "These… things are still alive."

"How does anything survive a metal spike through the chest?" Marlowe asked incredulously.

As if sensing their approach, the spikes, one by one, began to retract into their holders, the husks twitching and pulling themselves to their feet as they separated from the device with a crackle of energy.

Quickly, the fireteam went into cover, guns trained on the husks. The things regarded them for a moment, then turned their attention towards one of the pop-up hab blocks, slowly making their way towards it.

"Do they see us as a threat?" Kaidan asked. "And if they do… what's in that hab block?"

"Someone who can't fight back more than likely," Nate replied. "Take them out!"

The first shots slammed into them with seemingly little effect, the husks turning towards them immediately and starting to charge. The fire intensified, a concentrated burst from Nate, Alenko, and Thesman finally bringing one down as another, drawing close to their lines, was laid out from a blast of Marlowe's shotgun, tuned to throwing slugs instead of shot.

One dashed over towards Theisman, slipping past the withering barrage with enough 'life' still in it as a crackle of energy built up within it, bursting out as it toppled onto Theisman. The energy pulse overloaded Theisman's barriers, and he shouted in pain as the lightning coursed through his armor for the briefest of moments.

It was the first, and the last, to break through the firing line, the rest focused on and worn down in short order. Finally, the valley was silent once again.

Yamagishi made her way over to Theisman, picking him up and slotting a medi-gel container into one of the ports. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, Mayumi," Theisman replied, breathing deeply as the medi-gel patched him up. "Thanks for the pick-up, though."

"Aw, come on, May," Marlowe replied. "We've seen worse knock ol' Danny boy on his ass, and saw him get back up afterwards."

"You know this guy?" Ashley asked.

Theisman nodded. "Yeah, actually. This squad in particular was at Torfan alongside mine. It's good to see most of them made it out."

"So you're Daniel, then?" Ashley asked.

Daniel nodded. "Yeah. But there'll be time for stories later. I think we should go see what interested them about that hab block."

Nate nodded, beginning to walk over to the hab-block as the others followed him. However, as they came to the door, they found it unresponsive.

"Locked, probably," Daniel said as he came forward. "Let me see what I can do."

He linked his omni-tool to the door controls, long seconds spent testing standard encryption codes. As he worked, Shepherd pulsed the comms signal for Korrapati, signaling her to move up.

"Got it," Daniel said as the door slid open. "Systems Alliance! Anyone in there?"

"Oh, thank god." a woman said as she and a man emerged from within the confines of the block. The woman, who had short red hair and a round but somewhat lined face, was clearly relieved, but the man, sharper-faced with brown hair, seemed disturbed, brown eyes darting around as he hunched slightly within himself.

"Somebody actually made it out." The woman continued. "Is it safe?"

"Here at the moment, yes," Nate said, stepping forward. "I'm Commander Shepard of the Normandy. Who are you?"

"I'm Dr. Warren, the lead scientist here at the dig site. This is Dr. Manuel, the scientist in charge of decryption and analysis."

"Dr. Warren," Ashley said, "do you know where the artifact went? It's not at the dig site."

Warren frowned slightly. "We moved it up to the spaceport in preparation for the Normandy's arrival. Manuel and I stayed back to pack up the camp." she paused as she looked around, spotting the corpses of the husks as Yamagishi and Kirishima checked them. "When the attack came, the marines here held them off long enough for us to lock ourselves in here. I guess… they gave their lives to save us."

"No, Warren," Manuel said, his head snapping over to look at her. "No one's saved. This galaxy is doomed. Soon enough, the only thing inhabiting it will be corpses in the ruins."

"What the hell…" Marlowe said slowly, everyone around her sharing her unease. "What d'ya mean by that?"

"The attack is simply a taste of what's to come, the geth agents of what lies in the void beyond. Heralds of extinction!"

Nate regarded the clearly unwell man. "How long has he been talking like this? Did he get hurt in the initial attack?"

Warren shook her head. "No, we both got here just fine. Although… he has been acting more erratic for the past few days."

"No, no, no!" Manuel shouted. "You don't get it! You haven't seen what I've seen! The prophet that leads them, the turian, he was here right before the attack."

"Turian?" Kaidan said. "Nihlus came here with us, though. There's no way he could have been here."

"Unless there's another turian here somewhere," Daniel said darkly.

"Do you have any idea why the geth might want this artifact?" Nate asked, glancing to the side as Korrapati and her fire team advanced slowly up the hill.

"Not at all," Warren said frankly. "As far as we can tell, it's a data receptacle that's likely supposed to be part of a network. Remarkably well-preserved, too. It must be something important if the Protheans were willing to go to these lengths to keep it fresh."

"It is," Manuel said calmly. It was perhaps the most unsettling he'd been thus far. "It's a message. A warning. We've unearthed the heart of evil, and there's nothing we can do but wait… and die."

"Manuel, what are you talking about?" Warren said incredulously. "What happened to have you talking like this?"

"The message in the artifact, it whispered to me while I worked. It was time for it to do so, just as the Protheans had intended."

Warren looked at the gathered soldiers with no small amount of concern. It was a look most of them mirrored.

Then, Nate took a deep breath. "Alright. Korrapati, secure the area. I'll continue to the spaceport. If we need you, we'll let you know."

. . .

Nihlus Kirrik went through the motions of just another mission, rifle and submachine gun precise and deadly. One shot through the ocular sensor, one through the CPU. It was kind, in a way, of these geth to have not changed their construction for the last 200 years.

The human husks that came after him were a somewhat hardier affair, but they had no weapons, and while his turian weaponry had, on the whole, fewer shots than most human-produced guns, it had far more stopping power.

Now, he was entering the spaceport proper, going from cover to cover. As he paused behind a concrete support, he glanced out. There was someone simply… walking around. He caught sight of black robes on a distinctly non-human build.

He popped out of cover aiming his rifle at… the last person he expected to be there. A fellow turian.

"Saren?" he said, scanning around him with his rifle as he slowly approached.

"Nihlus." the turian, black-robed in what was a classical style for their homeworld of Palaven, replied calmly.

"What are you doing here?" Nihlus asked as they stopped in front of each other. "This isn't your mission."

Saren simply walked past him, patting him on the shoulder. "The Council decided that you needed help on this one. I'm here to help."

Nihlus breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "Good. I wasn't expecting to see the geth here. The situation's bad."

"Don't worry," Saren said.

As he paused for a moment, something clicked in Nihlus' mind. Something that threw everything back into question. 'The Council always informs its Spectres if they intend to send another one to assist. So why wasn't I told anything?'

Then, he heard the whirring click of a compacted weapon unfolding from behind him. "I've got it under control."

Nihlus turned and ducked, the first shot just barely grazing his head.

. . .

Nate heard the crack echoing through the valley. A shot. Maybe Nihlus?

Then more shots. "Come on! We've got to support Nihlus!" Nate shouted, leading the charge up the wooded hill. It was a charge that was cut short, everyone stumbling to a stop as they took in the sight before them.

"What is that?" Kaidan asked as the massive, cephalopod-like vessel Nate had seen in his briefing began to lift into the sky.

"It's… a ship!" Ashley replied. "Look at the size of that thing!"

It was a long moment staring in awe at the vessel before Nate shook his head. "Let's go! Keep moving!"

The fireteam resumed its charge, spreading out as they came down the hill and encountered a swarm of both geth and husks. Nate nearly dove into cover as shots zipped over his head. Peeking out as best he could, he fired at those geth that wandered into his field of fire, channeling his biotic powers at times into a gravitic push that sent whatever he managed to hit sprawling. As the sounds of battle intensified, his helmet's noise-reduction systems kicked in, making the battlefield, as it often did, an eerily quiet place, like something out of a nightmare.

He caught something moving to his left and saw a husk that had weathered the storm of gunfire to come crashing down on top of him. His rifle, which he tried to snap over to fire at the husk, was pressed to his chest as he fell on his back, the husk clawing at him and battering him.

Before Nate could react, the husk buzzed and hummed with building intensity, the electric discharge that seemed to be its signature going off and sending pain lancing through his body. Finally, he managed to respond, wrapping his foe in a mass effect field that blueshifted in hue as the husk began to float off of him, giving him the space to aim his gun and unload into the flailing target above him, whatever fluid now replaced its blood floating with it as it twitched, then went limp.

Nate blinked and the spaceport's entry area was now mostly silent again. Nate still waited for a few seconds to ensure that nothing was simply waiting for someone to pop out of cover, then slowly got to his feet, sweeping his gun as he fought the jitters that came as they always did, threatening to throw his aim off just that little bit that mattered if someone surprised them.

"You alright?" Kaidan said as he came to a stop by Nate's side. "That husk was pretty nasty."

"I'll be fine," Nate assured him, looking at the others. "Status report."

"I'll be alright in a minute," Marlowe replied from a few meters ahead, her armor smoking slightly alongside the barrel of her gun. "Otherwise, they're dead and I'm not."

"All fine here, sir," Daniel said as he led the other soldiers over towards him. "Even managed to shut down one of the geth armatures and get into its data storage. Give me some time and a stable data connection, and I could have something that might tell us what their force strength and current intel is."

Nate nodded, but before he could say anything, a voice, far weaker and more thready than it should have been, interjected on the comm line. "Shepard… here, in the cargo area…"

Nate's gaze darted over to the area that the geth had been defending, seeing one body… no, he raised a hand weakly. "Nihlus!"

He dashed over towards the turian Spectre, and as he came to a stop in front of him, knew that the situation was dire. "I need medi-gel to stabilize him!" he shouted back to the rest of the squad as they rushed over to him. He keyed the Normandy quickly. "Normandy, this is Commander Shepard. I need immediate casevac for Nihlus. We're at the entrance to the starport."

"Confirmed, Commander," Joker replied after long seconds of Yamagishi and Kirishima giving Nihlus as much medi-gel as they could spare. "We're en route. T-10 minutes."

"Keep him alive, Shepard." he heard Captain Anderson say firmly. "We're going as fast as we can with that… thing in orbit."

Nate began to rise, but Nihlus grabbed his arm before he could go. "Saren… is…"

He trailed off, his eyes glazing over as his hand slipped. "Damn it!" Yamagishi said. "He's lost consciousness. Mana, get into his suit's biometrics system, see if it can help us."

Nate stood, turning back to the rest of the fire team. "Alenko, Williams, Theisman, with me. The rest of you, secure the area and call the rest of the squad over here. The Normandy will pick you up as well."

Ashley, Kaidan, and Daniel fell in with Nate as they made their way into the spaceport. "Most likely place the artifact would be is in the cargo area," Ashley said. "We'll need to take the tram."

Before they could go much further, a hail of gunfire pressed the squad to find cover. "Have to say, this is one of the less friendly stations I've been on," Kaidan said dryly as he sent an overloading burst of energy towards the floating kinetic barriers that barred their path, overloading one of the hexagonal walls.

"Nah," Daniel replied as an attack drone, kinetic barriers swirling around it, popped out of his omni-tool's fabricator, buzzing over towards the walkway that was, at the moment, barred by their geth opponents. "Furzuron Junction on Torfan was meaner. At least the geth seem to have the grace to not hurl insults about you and everyone in your family."

"Stay focused." Nate reminded them as he activated a subroutine of his omni-tool, a mass effect field shielding him from the intense cold the supercooling element that was constructed a little above his wrist before he shot it at one of the geth.

The geth, struck by the supercooling element, soon found a sheet of ice crawling up its body until it was encapsulated by it. Kaidan, taking advantage of the opening, sent a biotic burst of power flashing towards the statuesque geth, shattering it into frozen fragments.

"We've got a big one coming up!" Ashley said, tuning her assault rifle and focusing a withering barrage on a much larger, red-painted geth that stood fast against the likely overloaded shots as the other three moved up to better cover.

Finally, however, its shields broke, and the weight of fire that the others laid down on it sent it sparking to the floor. "Move up!" Nate said as he charged forward.

. . .

Resistance was not exactly as hard as any of them were expecting, and soon, they got onto the tram that would take them towards the cargo bays. They stuck as best they could to cover, watching the walls around them for any overhead enemies.

As they began to slow down just before their stop, Shepard fabricated something he'd been tooling with in his spare time, his omni-tool whirring and humming as a magnetic disk formed in the palm of his hand. He waited for a moment as the device activated, then slapped it on the back of Ashley's armor, the soldier jumping for a moment as flash-forged armor, spiderwebbing across the armor until 'blooming' into plates, covered the vital spots in another layer of glowing red.

"Tech armor?" Daniel said. "Not bad."

"I've only heard of this stuff before," Ashley said as she readied her rifle. "Why not cover yourself?"

"You're our frontline," Nate said as he readied himself. "Even if they crack through it in a second, a second may just be all you need to keep us covered."

Kaidan glanced over at Ashley as they fully stopped. "Not bad. You'll have to show me that program sometime."

They got off the tram, their eyes locking onto a geth kneeling over a large device. It stood, seeing them and beginning to unholster a truncated version of the geth's usual rifles. It didn't even finish unfurling into its combat mode before the fire directed at its wielder made it crumple into a smoking pile.

They dashed over towards the device, and Nate took a knee as he linked his omni-tool with it. "Shit! It's a bomb!" he said as he began to send scrap code and ICE-breakers flying towards the bomb's programming. "Daniel, Alenko, help me out."

"I'm still downloading the geth armature's data," Daniel said testily, sweeping his rifle around to cover the tram as it slowly began to return back to the station they came from. "I'll need… 10 more minutes, tops."

"I've got you," Kaidan said as he crouched by Nate, linking his omni-tool, glowing a vibrant orange as it overlaid his armored gauntlet, with Nate's, providing more processing power and speed as Alenko worked in tandem.

"I see two more signatures matching the bomb in front of us," Kaidan said as he looked down at his omni-tool, sharing the signatures with the others, then looked around them. "I'm seeing a timer of about 3 minutes on this one. The others probably share it. We…"

He paused, a biotic barrier bursting to life in front of his face just moments before a shot impacted it, sending him sprawling as the others ducked into cover, Ashley spotting the marksman hiding behind cover and dashing towards it as she laid down a wild barrage of covering fire.

Daniel saw Ashley's target as she ducked into cover, her tech armor shattering as a wave of automatic fire washed over her in the moment before she found refuge. Acting quickly, he fabricated a small, fast drone, sighting the marksman with his rifle's scope as the drone zipped into the air and dove down on the target, a low whir preceded by a popping boom as the drone exploded.

"You alright, Alenko?" Nate asked as the bomb, successfully circumvented, shut down 30 seconds after they started.

"Fuck…" Kaidan replied as he got back on his feet. "I'll be fine. Let's get the rest of those bombs."

It always amazed Nate how time seemed to become… malleable in these sorts of situations. The dashes between bombs went by in the blink of an eye, what felt like dozens of geth standing, then falling. But everything seemed to slow to a crawl as they worked on the others, the simulated timers seeming to take minutes to tick down a second even as their programs and ICE-breakers grew more and more adapted to the bombs.

But finally, the last of the bombs were disabled as they heard the roar of the Normandy's engines behind them. "We shouldn't be far from the docks," Ashley said as they began to move up again.

Indeed, they emerged into the wide open space of the docks, several piles of crates scattered about the place. In a particularly clear space, what could only have been the Prothean artifact, a thin, ovaloid obelisk that flowed into its rectangular base, waited for them, a bright green glow traveling slowly up and down its height as it hummed softly.

Otherwise… it was empty. Oddly so. "Why aren't they, you know…" Ashley said. "Defending this thing that they went to all this trouble to get?"

"Maybe we were more than they expected," Kaidan replied as they began to spread out.

"Even still, keep an eye out around you," Nate said.

It was long moments before Nate stowed away his rifle, calling up the Normandy. "Normandy, this is Shepard. The beacon is secure."

As Nate conversed with the Normandy, Kaidan, Daniel, and Ashley began to approach the obelisk. "Crazy to see this sort of stuff intact," Kaidan remarked.

"It wasn't doing anything like this when they excavated it," Ashley replied, stepping forward almost… entranced…

"Stay back," Daniel said firmly, seeming to snap Ashley out of her reverie as he stepped forward. "We don't know what this is doing. Let me scan it first."

Ashley nodded, stepping back as Daniel's omni-tool interface flashed into being, the man slowly stepping forward as he took his readings. "This thing's going crazy…" he muttered.

Then, the hum built in intensity, Daniel only managing to take a step back before something invisible yanked him into the air, his arms shooting down as he shuddered. Nate turned to see Daniel's fist clenching, then moved, charging towards the obelisk.

In mere moments, shackles of redshifting gravity appeared around Daniel's body, tossing him aside. But before he could move, the obelisk decided to drag him in too, lifting him into the air. Before he could do anything he felt… something snake into his mind.

Everything became a distant whispering as he saw flashing by at a speed that barely let him comprehend…

Blood…

Circuits…

Pain and sorrow and hopelessness…

The shadow over the stars…

The end…


Finally, a loud boom, a flash of fiery green, sent him flying back, slamming into the ground as everything began to fade to black.

. . .

"Doctor? Doctor Chakwas? I think they're waking up."

'They're?' was the first thing that Nathaniel wondered as he slowly saw a… ceiling appear above him. He was lying… in the medbay of the Normandy. A part of him had to chuckle. Silently, of course, as it felt like something massive had sat on his chest.

He slowly managed to sit up, looking around the medbay and seeing Doctor Chakwas, Captain Anderson, Kaidan, and Ashley. Stirring in the cot beside him was Daniel, Flynn at his side.

And in the next one after, lying utterly still and hooked up to several machines, was Nihlus.

"You had us worried there, Commander," Chakwas said, drawing his attention back to her. "How are you feeling?"

"Frankly? Like hell." Nate admitted. "How long was I out? Is Theisman alright?"

"About 6 hours. Long enough for us to secure Corporal Jenkins' body and stow away the remaining soldiers from the 212th and 232nd, along with Nihlus." Captain Anderson said.

"Sorry about getting you into that mess, sir," Daniel said as he stretched as best he could. "Standard procedure didn't exactly treat either of us kindly, it seems."

"Well," Nate replied, "at least you and I made it out alive."

"Would that we could understand what, exactly, happened to either of you," Chakwas said.

"The beacon exploded, sir. Probably some sort of system overload when you knocked Theisman out of the way." Kaidan said. "The blast knocked you out cold, and we got you both back to the ship."

"Thanks. Both of you." Nate replied.

"I recorded some strange neural activity in both you and Lieutenant Theisman." Chakwas continued. "An abnormal amount of beta waves, in specific. Along with that, you both had multiple occurrences of R.E.M. activity. In short, the both of you were dreaming."

Nate and Daniel looked at each other. "If you saw what I saw…" Daniel said slowly. "I wouldn't exactly call it a dream."

"The artifact showed you both something?" Anderson asked.

"Yeah," Nate replied, his brow furrowing. "Death. Destruction. Sorrow…"

"A warning." Daniel finished. "And apparently, one of the scientists in charge of the dig might have more to say. As crazy as it might sound."

"That's right," Ashley said. "Dr. Manuel. But he's still on Eden Prime."

"We can worry about that later," Anderson interjected. "Commander, I'm going to need to speak to you in private."

"Here, sir?" Nate replied.

Anderson leaned over slightly to look at Daniel as Kaidan and Ashley, reading the room, left it alongside Doctor Chakwas, Flynn following after. "Anything you're about to hear won't be leaving this room without my permission, Lieutenant," he said matter-of-factly.

"Yes, sir," Daniel said.

Anderson took a deep breath and sighed. "I'm getting reports from other Alliance and Council worlds that the geth have begun a large-scale attack. Nihlus is in a medical coma, and the beacon's been destroyed. The Council's going to want answers, and they're going to want them yesterday."

"It's a good thing that all we'll need to do is tell the truth, then," Nate replied.

"That the beacon gave you a vision? Along with two others?" Anderson shook his head slightly. "Even with multiple witnesses, that's going to be a tough sell. But I'll back your report. You did everything that you could, Shepard."

"There was something else," Nate said after a moment's silence. "Nihlus said something before he went unconscious. 'Saren is'. It was all he was able to get out."

"Saren…" Anderson went silent, and a look of concern crossed his face like a stormcloud, anger flickering for a moment like lightning. "If he was there…"

"You know Saren, sir?" Daniel asked.

"He's another Spectre." Anderson began. "The best of the best, almost a living legend. If he's working with the geth… we have a rogue on our hands. A supremely dangerous one. Especially because he hates humans."

Nate felt more than a little uneasy as Anderson continued. "I don't know how and why he's sided with the geth, but everything tells me that he wanted the beacon. Why? That's another mystery to solve."

He paused, looking at Nate and Daniel critically. "Was there anything in your… visions that might tell you anything?"

Nate looked over at Daniel, who shrugged silently. "Nothing you haven't already heard, sir. Maybe something to do with synthetics and people going to war?"

Anderson nodded slightly. "I see. We'll need to tell the Council. After all, that beacon could have held lost Prothean technology. Maybe even a superweapon of some kind. Whatever it is, Saren likely has it."

Anderson's jaw clenched. "But I know Saren. His reputation, his politics. His service in the First Contact War. Humans are a blight on the galaxy to him, and with the geth, this would be as good as an act of war for him!"

"Then we work together to stop him," Nate replied. "If he's a threat to the Alliance, then he's going to become a threat to the Council as well."

"I just hope the Council sees that reasoning. Being a Spectre means he can go anywhere in Council space and beyond, do almost anything."

"Can the Council revoke a Spectre's status?" Daniel asked.

"It wouldn't surprise me. I'll contact Ambassador Udina to get us an audience as soon as we reach the Citadel."

"Hopefully, sir," Daniel said, "by the time we reach the Council, the data I pulled from one of the geth armatures will be decrypted and show us something useful."

"See to it when you get out of here," Anderson said before looking at Nate. "Until then, you rest up, son. That goes for the both of you."

. . .

Three hours later, Daniel Theisman, doing much better considering the alien vision that had coursed through his brain the day prior, sat in his crew quarters with a few of the members of the 232nd they'd gotten off the planet. Apparently, Captain Anderson had pulled some strings in Alliance Command, and now those marines that they'd rescued were now the ship's complement of them.

"So," he said to the four soldiers in front of him, two men and two women, "how was your little vacation on Eden Prime?"

One of the women, with bright blue eyes and a head of fiery red hair, smiled broadly. "Downright boring at times, Bruder." Private Langley replied. "Still, it's better than Torfan."

The others nodded, some more emphatically than others. "Even if Nynrya ran our unit a little harder than most other units." the other woman, Private Ayanami, replied as she brushed a strand of brown hair out of the path of her equally brown eye. "But I suppose that's how the soldier's life goes."

"I suppose so." Private Ikari, a man with short brown hair and dark blue eyes said with a shrug. "At least, until we saw them."

Daniel was silent for a moment. "Ka'rava?" he asked quietly. "When did you see them?"

"During the first moments of the geth attack." the last man, Private Nagisa, said, pulling up a navy blue omni-tool and opening a picture that looked like it had been taken with a helmet camera. It showed a remarkably plain-looking man who was surrounded by geth. Escorted by them.

"And you're sure that's them?" Daniel asked. Nagisa replied by simply zooming the picture in, the helmet camera's impressive resolution allowing him to get a good look at the eyes of the man. Gray, with a glint of gold going through them the only other visible indicator.

Daniel sighed quietly. "Is there any indication that they're working with Saren?" he said.

"Not so far as we can tell," Ayanami replied. "They seemed to mostly avoid Saren's location. They never seemed to reach the beacon either. But one of their geth did rejoin Saren's forces."

Daniel took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. The secret seems to remain so for now, kids. And until something forces our hands, we're going to keep it that way. Heaven knows Nate Shepard is about to have a lot on his plate soon enough."
 
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Chapter 3: Road to the Citadel

Chapter 3: Road to the Citadel

SSV Normandy, March 15th, 2183

Commander Nathaniel Shepard took a deep breath as he watched the smeared stars sweeping by like waves on the open sea, waiting at one of the small, cramped windows that showed their superluminal voyage, taking a sip of an energy drink as he considered the view.

It was a small picture of infinity, but he always found something new whenever he looked out at it all the same. Some new warp and weft, a new swirl of colors and patterns. It was probably going to be entrancing into eternity.

"So, you like warp-watching too?"

Nate looked up at Kaidan, dressed down to his uniform, as he sat at the seat across from him. "Yeah, I do. When I can, at least. I picked it up from my first CO on the Agincourt."

"Ah. Navigator Pressley's old posting." Kaidan nodded.

Nate smiled slightly thinking about the man that now steered this ship to its ultimate destination. "We never saw each other on there. He was after my time there. But I think Commander Shevchuk was still in charge when he went on."

He looked back out at the passing space. "She always said it served to keep a person humble. Remind them of their place in the universe."

"Wise words," Kaidan admitted, watching out the window with Nate for a little while.

"You do it too?"

Kaidan shrugged. "Not that often. There's plenty of other ways for a man to stay humble, I've found."

"Like what?"

Kaidan took a deep breath. "Well, for bionics like us, we just need to have a check-in with a doctor to keep us grounded."

"Yeah. That does help, doesn't it?" Nate mused darkly. He paused as he remembered their check-in with Doctor Chakwas. "You have L2s, right?"

Kaidan nodded, and Nate considered what he knew about the implants contained within his crewmate. They were more powerful than the L3s that he and most other current biotics users within the Alliance were implanted with, more powerful sometimes by far… but they came with a cost.

Kaidan nodded. "Yeah. It's a wonder I still get to serve sometimes, with doctors fretting over me like I'm made of glass. Can't say that I blame them. They're just doing their jobs. And with what L2s have done to other biotics…"

Nate nodded. There were plenty of cases that seemed, on the outside at least, to be far worse than Kaidan's. "It's hard enough sometimes just dealing with what people think." Nate mused. "Let alone with something like L2 side effects."

"Sometimes, yeah." Kaidan agreed. "But's that the crux of it, isn't it? It's so easy to use these sorts of powers to just… explain us away sometimes. The fact that most of us are military doesn't always help matters, I think."

Nate nodded. "So, you doing alright? I know L2s can be pretty nasty."

'Pretty nasty' fell a little short of migraines, synesthesia, hallucinations, and a host of other 'smaller' symptoms besides.

Kaidan shrugged. "It's fine. Some migraines, some bad ones at times, but nothing that'll keep me from doing my job."

Nate smiled slightly. "Good. I'd hate to lose someone who's good at watching our backs like you did on Eden Prime."

Kaidan smiled in turn, and Nate shifted in his seat. "So, besides the biotics," Nate began, "anything else I should know about my Staff Lieutenant?"

Kaidan considered the question for a moment. "Well, I'm something of a… well, I guess a snob would call it a connoisseur of old Earth media. Anything before 2100 that I can find, I'll give a try."

Nate hummed softly. "Got any favorites?"

"It's something of a revolving door," Kaidan admitted. "Right now, my interests slot in nicely with my instrument. A digital saxophone."

"To play what kind of music?"

Kaidan's smile became something of a grin. "You listen to much jazz?"

Nate's brow arched. "Not really."

"I should show you some good examples sometime," Kaidan said. "I've got a few saved on my omni-tool."

"And I'll show you some of combat programs," Nate replied. "I wouldn't exactly call it a fair trade, but…"

"I think it'll work just fine," Kaidan replied.

. . .

Daniel was sequestered away from the rest of the crew on his off-shift, sitting in a corner of the still rather empty cargo bay and focusing. He breathed deeply, slowly, getting his body under control so that he could focus on his mind. Or, more accurately, what had been implanted within it.

Blood… flesh and tendons… an autopsy of some kind?

Circuits… more advanced than anything he'd seen here… what could make such a thing?

Pain and sorrow… people desperately clinging to some sort of hope that…


"Lieutenant Theisman?"

Daniel's eyes blanked open as he looked up from his sitting position to see Specialist Duvinian and Ashley looking down at him. "Oh. Hey. Is it time for my next duty shift, ma'am?"

"Not yet," Duvinian replied. "I just wondered where you were and what you were doing, is all."

Daniel nodded as he stood. "And you, Sergeant Williams?"

"I was asked to find out where you were from Private Langley," Ashley replied. "She said you like to wander off on your own sometimes."

Daniel sighed quietly as he bobbed his head. "Well, she's not wrong there."

"So," Duvinian said as they made their way over to a foldout table that had made the cargo room a second gathering spot for the crew, "what were you meditating on?"

Daniel was silent for a moment as the trio took a seat. "Trying to make sense of what's in my head now. By now, I'm sure you've heard what the Commander and I experienced with the Prothean beacon."

"Yes," Duvinian said quietly. "The collective soul of the Protheans wants to warn us of something. Something powerful. But of what?"

"I wish I knew. I'm not entirely sure I want to find out." Daniel said quietly. It was silent for a moment before he leaned forward. "I must admit, Specialist, I'm only passingly familiar with turian spirituality. What do you mean by the Protheans'… soul?"

Duvinian cupped her chin in thought for a moment. "Well, the closest analog that I've read about from your species is the Shinto belief system. All things possess a soul. Given enough collective power, groups or objects or symbols come to possess their own souls. Our people, our military, our worlds, all have their own spirits."

"So something kind of like… angels, to some extent," Ashley said.

"Angels?" Duvinian asked. "What sort of creatures are these?"

"Well, they are… messengers, of God," Ashley said, clearly somewhat bashful. It cut a striking contrast to her bravery in battle. "They're largely human. Just filled with his power and often associated with groups or concepts."

"You're Christian, Williams?" Daniel asked with an arched brow.

"It's… not something I talk about much," Ashley admitted. "There's already plenty of weird looks from my own species talking about it. Makes it hard to talk about it to much of anyone else when God is seemingly on his way out."

"Who's to say that?" Daniel asked. "I've been around the galaxy a fair bit. Heard tell of plenty of gods. Who knows? One of them might be true. Or all of them. Or something in between."

Ashley hummed quietly. "I guess that's one way to look at it. Doesn't it get… confusing? No heaven to call home?"

Daniel's expression darkened slightly. "After some of the things I've done, Ms. Williams… I don't know if they'd let me in anyway."

It was silent again for a moment, then Daniel shook his head. "But enough of that. Have either of you been to the Citadel before? It'll be my first time seeing it on something other than a screen."

Ashley and Duvinian both shook their heads. "I've only ever heard of it," Ashley said. "It sounds… crazy. A United Nations building in space."

"I've seen pictures of that building in my studies." Duvinian chuckled. "Trust me, we could fit millions, billions of those buildings inside."

"I'll have to see it to believe it," Ashley said. "We should be getting close, right?"

"I wouldn't be surprised," Daniel replied. "Maybe we can get up to the bridge, take a look."

"Unfortunately, as nice as this diversion's been," Duvinian said as they stood, "I'm still on duty until we reach the Citadel. Enjoy the view."

Ashley and Daniel made their way up to the bridge, Kaidan joining them as they stopped at the main pilot's window alongside Nate. They seemed to make it just in time, the warp field peeling away to show a vast, bright lavender-colored dust field.

They passed through it for a few moments before it began to part, revealing… an utterly massive station, larger than some moons, stretching into the distance towards an obscured, hazy light. Its perimeter was kept by a fleet of mixed ships, asari, turian, and salarian all mingling together in striking contrast.

As they approached, reaching the edge of the five slightly curved wings, Ashley pointed out the window towards the largest ship, going out towards the waiting void to link up with the rest of the fleet. "Look at the size of that one!" Ashley said, in awe of the smooth, graceful curves of the asari vessel, a hollowed ovaloid hull with wings to either side and a tower stretching out from the ventral and dorsal hulls that flowed into the rest of the ship.

"The Destiny Ascension," Kaidan replied. "She's the flagship of the fleet that guards the Citadel."

"Well, size isn't everything," Joker said glibly.

"Strange claim to make about a ship, Joker," Daniel said with a slight grin. "Got something else on your mind?"

"Not at all, my good wrench jockey," Joker said. "You need firepower, too."

"Yeah," Nate replied, "and with how big it is, its main gun could probably rip through just about anything in a single shot."

"Makes me glad it's on our side of the fence," Kaidan said quietly.

"Citadel control, this is SSV Normandy, requesting permission to dock," Joker said.

"Stand by for clearance." the Citadel's controller replied before going silent for a moment. "Clearance granted. You may begin your approach. Transferring you to an Alliance operator."

"Roger that. Normandy out." Joker said before closing the link.

They were guided into Docking Bay 422 by Alliance Tower, coming into the locks with a smooth glide only punctuated by the grav-clamps taking hold of the ship.

Those watching from the pilot's section turned to see Captain Anderson approaching them. "Gentlemen," he said, "I want you four with me when we go before the Council. You'll be temporarily relieved of duty until then."

"Very well," Daniel replied. "I'll inform Specialist Duvinian."

As they all walked off the ship and into the Citadel proper, making their way towards the ambassadorial suites, Anderson looked over at Daniel. "What's the progress on that geth data you've collected, Lieutenant Theisman?"

"It's been almost fully decrypted, sir. Took longer than I expected to, but we've figured out most of the new geth coding structure now." Daniel replied. "At this point, it's just a matter of translating whatever isn't unlocked video footage into something everyone can read."

"I see. Anything of note?" Anderson asked.

Daniel sighed quietly. "Not as of yet, sir. Most of it is just footage of the initial attack. There's still a small portion of the armature's 'important files' that I'm cracking that might contain something useful."

"Keep on it," Anderson said as they reached Ambassador Udina's suite. "That last bit of information might be exactly what we need."

The door opened, and they stepped into what was apparently a conversation already in progress. A heated one, at that.

Udina, an older man with tanned skin and graying hair cut short, looked at a holo-display of what must have been the Council, face drawn and jaw clenched. "This is an outrage! We all have colonies suffering from geth attacks, but so far you've offered only token assistance. If a turian colony were the first to be hit, we'd be willing to offer far more on our own than what you've acquiesced to."

"The turians don't found colonies on the borders of the Terminus Systems, Ambassador." the salarian Councilor said pointedly. "And as you have said, we all have colonies suffering from this attack. We can only give so much."

"And, as I recall," the asari Councilor, a slim figure with a voice that no one could really pin if it was male or female, said, "humanity was well aware of the risk of setting up colonies in the Attican Traverse. It's not surprising that such colonies have now become the front line in this conflict."

Udina sighed wearily. "Well, what about Saren? I've received reports that he was responsible for the attack on Eden Prime, and attempted to capture the Prothean beacon found there. Even beyond the madness of siding with the geth, it appears to me that he's gone in direct violation of your Spectre's charter and orders. You can't just ignore the possibility of a rogue Spectre."

"That is correct." the turian Councilor said. "But you don't get to make sweeping demands of the Council, ambassador. Citadel Security is in the process of verifying your claims against Saren, incredible as they are."

"Whatever findings do arise," the asari Councilor said, "we will discuss them at the Council hearing. Not before. Good day, ambassador."

With that, all three images of the Councilors disappeared and Udina looked over at the newly arrived group. "Captain Anderson," Udina said in a clipped voice. "I see you've brought a party to my suite."

"This is the ground team from Eden Prime that directly interacted with the beacon, Ambassador," Anderson said calmly. "I brought them here so they could clarify anything you might have questions on."

"I have the mission reports," Udina said wearily. "I would assume they're accurate?"

"There are things that were a matter of speculation that were only noted on," Anderson said. "Time has brought possible new evidence to light. Evidence it sounds like we'll be able to present to the Council."

"Tomorrow evening, but at least it's something," Udina said as he sat at his desk. "And they're not happy about it in the slightest. Saren's their top agent. Accusing him of treason is a tall order, and one they don't take lightly."

"That doesn't change the fact that he's a threat," Nate interjected. "And if I'm not going to stop him as part of my duty to the wider galaxy, I'll do it as my duty to the Alliance."

Udina smiled thinly. "Your patriotism is commendable, Commander Shepard. But at the moment, your candidacy for the Spectres is already in question with Spectre Nihlus in a medical coma. If he were dead, the chances would be even slimmer."

"If there's anyone to blame for this, ambassador, it's Saren," Anderson said firmly.

"Then let's hope the C-Sec investigation turns up evidence to support our accusations. Otherwise, the Council might use this to stonewall us, keeping Shepard here out of the Spectres." Udina paused. "Captain, if you'll remain here, there are some things I want to go over with you before the hearing."

Anderson nodded, looking over at the others. "Shepard, make sure you and the others obtain clearance to meet us in the Citadel Tower for the hearing. Otherwise… we're going to be here for a little while. I'll let the rest of the crew know when I'm done here."

Nate nodded, looking at the others. "Alright, let's go."

As they exited the ambassador's quarters, Kaidan looked around at the others. "So, what are we going to do for shore leave?"

"Good question," Nate replied. "Let's go see what's out there."

"Should we find some quarters first if we're going to be here overnight?" Ashley asked.

"The Alliance embassy should help us out there, hopefully," Daniel replied. "Let's go get that out of the way."

It took an hour to get quarters set up and their sidearms checked in and approved, and they spent the rest of their time wandering the massive station. Not far, of course, but enough to get them to a promenade close by to the ring, a massive window showing the length of the Citadel where members of several species congregated at a low wall on the far end. The group found an empty spot, Ashley and Kaidan leaning on the wall.

Kaidan whistled softly. "Big place."

Ashley looked over at Kaidan with an arched brow. "That your… professional opinion, sir?"

"He's not wrong," Nate replied. "This isn't just a station. It's a city, an entire colony, almost."

"It makes Jump Zero look like an outpost station," Daniel said quietly. "Our biggest station to date, compared to this…"

"It's on another scale entirely." Kaidan concurred. "Look at the ward arms. How is all of this staying in place and not… flying apart?"

"And the dozens of different species here…" Nate said, looking around and finding ample examples of his words. "'Melting pot' almost doesn't cover it, trying to keep all these races and cultures working together. No wonder they're careful with newcomers."

"Just keeping everything running seems like enough work as is," Kaidan said with a nod.

"Or maybe they just don't like humans for one reason or another," Ashley said grimly. "I'm sure there are plenty of turians who'd agree with that, at least."

"Aw, come on," Nate said with a grin. "We've got oceans, beautiful women, a little thing called 'love'... ask some of the old vids I've seen, we've got everything they might want."

Ashley scoffed. "I've seen a few of them myself. If I'm getting into a tinfoil miniskirt and thigh-high boots, you'd better take me to dinner first." she paused, blinking and blushing. "Ah, sir."

"That, I think, will be enough, chief," Kaidan said with a grin.

Nate chuckled. "At ease. We might as well relax as best we can before the hearing, so right now, I'm just Nate."

"Fair enough," Daniel replied. "I guess that means we're Daniel, Ashley, and Kaidan then."

Nate nodded. "Right you are." he paused for a moment before giving Ashley a meaningful look. "And I must admit, I can't exactly see Ashley in a skirt just yet, anyway."

"Damn straight you can't, si…Nate." Ashley said.

"We should probably get going, see some other sights," Kaidan said as he stopped leaning against the wall. "I wouldn't mind checking and seeing if there's somewhere to buy an amp."

"Amp?" Ashley asked as they walked. "Does that have to do with your biotics?"

"Yeah," Nate replied. "Every biotic link has room for a few boosters of various kinds. What were you planning on buying?"

"Probably a mid-range Polaris amp," Kaidan replied. "I'm good at releasing powers in bursts, but my sustainment has always been on the weaker side. It'll prop me up while I'm training."

"I wonder what else you could find here." Nate mused as they walked somewhere to find a store that sold such a device.

"With how big this place is?" Daniel said as he looked around. "I'm willing to bet if you look hard enough, you can find just about anything."

. . .

The Next Day

The Council chambers were a vast, open affair, situated at the top of the single tower that rose from the ring that rooted the whole megastructure. The room itself, covered in vines that stretched up and down the several viewing balconies and framed the garden that encircled the main meeting spot had a deep, circular pit with a ceiling of glass, showing yet more gardened space beneath,

Above the pit were two platforms; a wide one on the far edge and a narrow, almost bridge-like one reaching towards the former.

It was this platform that Nate and Daniel, the primary subjects in this hearing, were both heading to, Anderson waiting for them as anxiously as he was willing to show. "Come on," Anderson said as he turned and began to ascend the stairs that led to their platform. "We're just about to start."

The three men climbed the stairs quickly, Udina looking at them critically at the end of the platform.

"Thank you for your patience," Udina said. "Now, with our involved parties present, we can begin the proceedings."

The asari councilor nodded. "We will be fully ready to begin when one more joins us." they paused for a moment before glancing down at an omni-tool, tapping it for a moment, and looking over to the side.

Beside them, a hologram appeared. One of a turian that could only have been one person. "Good day to you, Councilors," Saren said calmly. "I hope this can be resolved quickly."

"As do we." the turian Councilor replied. "So, gentlemen, now that the accused is present, we can speak to our findings."

"Which are?" Udina asked pointedly.

"That while the geth attack is of necessary concern, the accusations leveled against Saren are, as of this moment, unfounded." the asari Councilor began. "There is nothing to indicate that Saren was involved in any way."

"Indeed." the turian Councilor said. "Our independent investigation into the matter gives us no reason to support your charges of treason."

"Nihlus himself corroborated that Saren was on the scene, and I have no reason to believe that Commander Shepard would lie for no reason than to recklessly pin something to an innocent man," Udina said firmly.

"We've read the Eden Prime reports, ambassador." the salarian Councilor said. "We cannot base any serious claims on one man's fractured, and potentially last, words, even a Spectre's. As well, your soldiers may well have seen Nihlus at one point or another, and the shock of battle, a strong thing indeed, may have mixed the memories."

"I resent these accusations," Saren said at last. "Nihlus is a fellow Spectre, a man who I consider my brother, and he the same for I. Whatever he might have said, I doubt it would be to accuse me."

"That would let you catch him off-guard easily enough, wouldn't it?" Anderson said pointedly.

"Ah, Captain Anderson," Saren said. "I find it interesting that whenever humanity makes false charges against me, you seem to be involved. And I imagine these must be your protogees? The ones who let the beacon get destroyed."

"The beacon was an unfortunate casualty," Nate said. "But Nihlus wanted us to seek you out. I won't rule out your involvement."

"Spare me the theatrics. If you want to follow Captain Anderson's example and shift the blame for your failures on another, I cannot stop you. What else can one expect of humans?"

"Councilors, if I may?" Daniel said, stepping forward. "There are two things I must say. One, that there is an obvious bias here in Saren that cannot be discounted in your investigations. Two, I have recently uncovered evidence that proves that Saren was on Eden Prime, that he and Nihlus met each other… and that he was the last to see Nihlus before his near-death."

"And where did you procure this… evidence?" Saren said as Daniel pulled up his omni-tool.

"A geth armature whose mainframe I managed to break into. I have spent the last several days decrypting relevant information. The latest was this partially accessed footage from the armature's saved memory, timestamped just before we arrived at the spaceport."

Saren, along with the rest of the Council, was silent as a screen appeared to the side, showing a monocular view of the spaceport entrance that was a ways away from it, with Nihlus creeping slowly in. Along with Saren standing unscathed. A sudden cut showed Nihlus standing in the place where they found him Saren walking towards him. "The retrieved footage has been spliced together to account for dead spots in the footage," Daniel explained.

The footage scrolled through more, Nihlus and Saren's conversation silent as Saren walked behind him. He turned, unholstered his pistol, began to raise it…

Then the footage jumped again, and Nihlus lay on the ground, unmoving as the viewpoint began to move on the still form of Nihlus. Then, the video ended.

"This is conclusive proof, Councilors, that Saren was on Eden Prime, and was one of the last people to speak to Nihlus before his grievous injury."

The council hall was silent for a moment. "My mission took me to Eden Prime," Saren said. "That he and I would cross paths was almost a given, especially with the attack on the geth."

"It is…" the turian Councilor began. "Rather interesting evidence. Evidence that we must take into consideration. We will have to ask for the data that you extracted from the armature, Lieutenant Theisman."

Daniel nodded and Saren's frills flared. "It's hardly what I would call 'evidence'. That footage could be easily doctored to falsely 'prove' my guilt!"

"That is for us to ascertain." the asari Councilor said firmly. "Until then, we're recalling you to the Citadel until we can fully prove or disprove these findings."

"This is fruitless," Saren said challengingly. "The humans are wasting your time and mine with this fabrication."

"That does not change the Council's decision." the turian Councilor said sternly. "Return here, and allow us to do our due diligence."

It was silent for a moment before Saren nodded. "Very well. I'm now well into the Terminus Systems for my investigation, so I will be there in about a week's time."

"See that you arrive by then." the salarian Councilor replied, and Saren's hologram vanished.

"Note that this does not resolve this in your favor." the asari councilor said. "However, with this new evidence, we will continue our investigation."

"There's still the matter of Commander Shepard and Lieutenant Theisman's interactions with the beacon," Anderson said. "The vision that it granted them."

"I'm unsure what bearing on our investigation such visions would have." the turian Councilor replied. "Such judgments require hard and fast evidence."

"This goes beyond this investigation," Nate said. "Whatever was in that beacon was designed to imprint on at least one person, likely as a message from the Protheans."

"And it is not simply a message," Daniel added. "From what I and Commander Shepard have been able to piece together, it is a warning of some danger that is coming. A danger that is likely coming soon."

"The Protheans were the dominant race of their time, spanning the galaxy." the salarian Councilor said somewhat flippantly. "What could make them fearful?"

The asari council looked over at their salarian counterpart, a concerned look in their eyes. "Are you sure you want to know the answer to that, Valern?"

"We will look into the matter of their visions at a later date, Tevos." the turian Councilor told them. "Right now, we have to turn our attention to this new evidence."

Tevos nodded. "Very well, Sparatus." they paused as they looked back at the gathered humans. "This council meeting is adjourned. The Council and C-Sec will look into this matter and reconvene with our findings."

With that, the Council exited the room, the humans departing as well and finding a side chamber. "Anderson, I think you should keep your distance from this for now," Udina said. "However correct you might be, you've just got too much history with Saren for them to not account for personal bias."

Anderson took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right. Even still, there's only one reason Saren's working with the geth; to finish what he felt the First Contact War started. Every world we control is in danger. Even Earth isn't safe from this sort of force."

"You must have had quite the history to be this sure, Captain," Nate said.

Anderson sighed quietly. "He and I went on a mission together a long time ago. Things went bad. Real bad." he paused for a moment as he shook his head. "We shouldn't talk about this here. It's not secure."

"Even still," he continued, "I know what he's like. And he has to be stopped."

"Now," Udina said, "your evidence was an important part of proving our case, Lieutenant Theisman, but we're still going to need more, I feel, to really shut this case in our favor."

"Where could we find it, though?" Nate asked. It was a salient enough question, one that gave them all pause.

Then, they noticed someone walking up to them, all of them turning to face a turian wearing the blue and silver of Citadel Security. He was distinguished by the blue face paint that curved over his cheeks and bridged his nose, curving down into his mandibles.

"I'm sorry," Udina said, "but we're discussing a private matter."

"You're discussing Saren." the turian said matter-of-factly. "Hell, every turian at C-Sec in the know is by this point. I think we could help each other."

"And who are you?" Nate asked, his curiosity piqued.

"I'm Officer Garrus Vakarian. The officer assigned to work the case you just presented to the Council." the turian replied. "I'll go ahead and let you in on a little secret; C-Sec's already considering shutting this investigation down, regardless of whatever evidence you might present. I've been damn near begging for more time, but they won't give me an inch."

"Then maybe we can work together on this, Officer," Nate replied. "Is there anything that you've found that we might be able to use to convince the Council?"

"Just a potential lead," Garrus replied. "But the problem is that I need to find them first."

"This is well-timed news," Udina said, "but I'm rarely one to turn a surprise gift down. Thank you for your cooperation, Officer Vakarian."

He looked over at Anderson. "Captain, meet me in my office when you can. We'll let Commander Shepard handle this investigation."

Udina walked away, and Anderson regarded the trio. "If you need anything from me, you know where to find me. Good luck."

With that, Anderson followed after Udina, leaving the three men alone. "Alright," Daniel said, "so, where do we start?"

"By getting some more friends," Nate replied. "I get the feeling this might get dangerous."
 
Christmas Break
Life, as we all know, is a remarkably busy beast at times. For me, it has only gotten even more so in recent times. And with the Christmas season upon us, there are some things that I'll be putting on the backburner for the month of December. I'm going to be pausing any publishing on my stories for the month and taking something of a break (though I'm sure I'll still be writing more content for all my stories in the meantime). I'll still be active elsewhere on the site, perhaps doing omakes from time to time for the Starfleet Design Bureau. We will return to our regularly scheduled program beginning to mid-January of the New Year. Same bat-time, same bat-channel.

Happy Holidays!
 
Chapter 4: Manhunt

Chapter 4: Manhunt


Human Embassy, The Citadel

Nate sat across from Officer Vakarian, regarding him as intently as the others that he'd gathered settled around the table in another room of the embassy. Kaidan and Ashley sat next to Daniel, while Vakarian sat in between Specialist Duvinian and Lieutenant Flynn. "So, how much time do we have before you're assigned to another case?"

"However much time this case needs," Garrus replied firmly. He glanced over at Daniel for a moment. "Lieutenant Theisman's video footage is damn good, but we can really pin Saren to the wall with this lead, I'm sure of it."

"And what is this lead, exactly?" Specialist Duvinian, invited along for her technical experience and ability to act as another touchstone with the turian populace, asked archly. "If we're going to wrap this up, then we're going to need to find them quickly."

"The lead, from what I can tell, is a quarian," Garrus said. "One that likes to get themselves into trouble. The last place I was able to track their location to was a Huerta branch clinic before they became a ghost. Likely something breached their suit."

"Were there any contacts that they made before they went under?" Kaidan asked. "If they had something big enough to implicate a Spectre, they'd likely know what a Spectre could do to them before long."

"A brief transmission was made." Garrus' mandibles twitched in a manner that might have been equal to a human clenching their jaw. "But it was to one of the last places someone should have gone to. An underling of a bigwig crime lord we haven't been able to catch yet named Fist, an agent of our resident galactic information dealer the Shadow Broker. I've been gathering data on him as part of a separate investigation. I was only able to find what amounted to overtures before they transferred to a more secure netspace."

"Lovely," Ashley muttered. "This lead of yours really doesn't know what they're doing, are they?"

"They know how to be careful, at least," Garrus said somewhat pointedly. "It makes it hard to pin them down. But I don't know how much time they'll have before they slip up or Saren pulls a fast one on them."

"So we'll need to work and work quickly," Nate said firmly. "That means going in teams. Where could we find Fist, Officer?"

Garrus sat in thoughtful silence for a moment. "He usually hangs around a nightclub he owns called Chora's Den. Real seedy place. Not someplace you want to go without a decent amount of firepower."

"Then that's where the soldier, the officer, and the biotics are going," Nate replied. "Vakarian, Kaidan, Ashley, and I will go with you to talk to Fist. Daniel, you want to take Flynn and Duvinian with you to the clinic?"

Daniel nodded, and Nate stood, the others standing with him. "Alright. Let's not waste time. Contact us when you find something out."

. . .

Daniel, Flynn, and Duvinian caught a cab to the district containing the clinic that Vakarian had last seen this mystery quarian at, on what was known as the 3rd Arm City. Or, as the locals called it, 'Centurion'.

The automated cab allowed them some solitude as they glided through the mass effect-sealed atmosphere of the massive, flat arm. All told, it would take them about 25 more minutes to get to the clinic. It made the atmosphere rather tense, all things considered.

"So," Daniel finally said as he looked over at Duvinian, "did you ever do 'civilian' work before going into the Navy?"

"Some road construction on Palaven," Duvinian replied. "A few parks and assorted buildings." she paused as she frowned. "Is there a reason for this line of questioning?"

"Helps diffuse the tension somewhat," Daniel replied. "Get too tense, you get into your own skull, makes it easy to make mistakes. It's a fine line to balance when you might be shooting someone."

"Fair enough," Duvinian replied. "So, where do you think this line is?"

"Erring on the side of casualness," Flynn said somewhat sardonically. "It's why he calls me Eleanor in familiar company."

"It's remarkably quick to consider me familiar company, I'd think," Duvinian said archly.

"Circumstances aren't exactly normal when we're chasing after a quarian for evidence implicating a Spectre." Daniel shrugged. "Besides, we're on shore leave, and I'm a friendly sort of guy on shore leave."

"Alright," Duvinian said after a moment. "Then you can call me Decusia."

Eleanor smiled slightly as the cab set down near their destination. "Maybe we can get a few drinks once this quarian business is resolved, get to know each other better."

"I get the feeling things might get a little more crazy before we can get those drinks," Decusia said as they exited the cab and made their way toward the clinic.

As they entered, they found the reception area empty. Strange for what seemed like a rather busy time at other places around the area. They walked towards the reception desk, then paused as they heard voices. Voices that were low and harsh.

"Look, we don't want to hurt anyone we don't want to. So tell us who this quarian is and where they went and we'll go our merry way."

"Please," a woman's voice said, obviously fearful as Daniel, Decusia, and Eleanor all unholstered pistols and a submachine gun, "I can't tell you who they are. It would break every law of patient confidentiality."

"Do we look like we give a damn about that sort of law?" Another voice asked, the woman's yelp cut short. "Say it, or you're dead!"

As he spoke, Daniel, his SMG ready, nodded over to the door of the clinic, and Eleanor began to use her omni-tool to hack the door, managing to crack it and making it slide open without a sound. "Now," he whispered, and they ducked in, crouching as they made their way to a low wall. Peeking out, they saw three men leveling pistols at the terrified doctor, continuing to threaten her. They likely needed her alive to not simply shoot her after this long.

"Shields?" Decusia whispered to the two of them.

Daniel slowly placed a scanner on top of the wall, looking down at his omni-tool for a moment before he looked up and shook his head.

"I'll take the furthest left," Eleanor said, turning to shoot from around the wall.

"Furthest right," Decusia said.

"I'll sharpshoot, then." Daniel was still for a moment. "Go."

Four shots sent three men to the ground lifeless as the doctor screamed. Daniel lowered his gun as he raised a hand. "It's okay, it's okay. You're safe, I promise."

"Wha… How…" the doctor said, still backing away from them.

"I'm Lieutenant Theisman. This is Lieutenant Flynn and Specialist Duvinian of the Hierarchy Navy." Daniel said, showing his identity on his omni-tool. "You can't fake an Alliance ID that easily. What's your name?"

"I'm Doctor Michel." The doctor took several deep breaths. "Okay. Thank you so much. What are you here for?"

"Funnily enough, the same reason these gentlemen were," Eleanor said. "However, we need to keep this quarian safe. So as much as it sucks, we will have to ask you what happened to the quarian. We can direct you to message our contact in C-Sec if you have any questions."

Michel nodded. "She came in to get treatment for a sickness that came from a suit breach that she'd repaired. A breach that came from a gunshot wound. I can't tell you where she went, but she went quickly. She's scared. Her name is Tali'Zorah nar'Rayya."

"Do you have anything on the diagnostics of Tali'Zorah's suit? We might be able to pinpoint her location with it." Decusia asked.

"A basic diagnostic was run, but if it keeps her safe, I'll show you," Michel said as she made her way to a computer. "Every quarian environment suit is unique to them, like another kind of fingerprint. They're as much expressions of self as they are protection. I wish we weren't the only ones to be able to tell you that, but we seem to be the only clinic in Centurion willing to treat them. Here."

The data was quickly downloaded into Eleanor's omni-tool. "I'll see if there's any way to ping the suit with a tracking program. That should make it easy enough to secure her and keep her safe."

Decusia nodded. "Thank you, ma'am. I'm sorry we can't move the bodies out for you, but time is of the essence."

"No, no. Go and save Tali'Zorah." Michel urged. "I'd hate to hear about a patient dying. Wait!"

She paused as the trio looked back at her. "She asked me for information on the Shadow Broker. To trade information for a safe place to hide. So I put her in contact with Fist, an agent of the Broker."

"Thank you, Dr. Michel," Daniel said.

As they exited the clinic, Daniel quickly called Nate. "This is Clinic team."

"Go ahead," Nate replied.

"We've got a name to put to our quarian, a woman named Tali'Zorah nar'Rayya. We also have basic data on her suit's systems, and we're looking into trying to track her movements through her suit. The doctor confirmed that she's gone to Fist to link up with the Shadow Broker."

"Except Fist isn't working for the Shadow Broker anymore," Garrus interjected, a sour tone to his voice. "I just got some data decrypted on my end, and it confirms he's working for Saren now. Something the Shadow Broker isn't too happy about, I'd wager."

"Still, good to hear we know where to go," Nate said. "What kind of ETA is that tracker looking at?"

Daniel glanced over at Eleanor as he tapped near his ear. Eleanor linked into the call. "I haven't worked with quarian technology before. Linking it up might take minutes, might take hours. As easy of a solution as it would be, I wouldn't count on it."

"Then it looks like it'll be up to us," Nate replied. "We'll get to Fist, and let you know if we get a location on Tali'Zorah."

"We'll make our way towards Chora's Den then, try and make sure you have some backup," Daniel said.

"Much appreciated," Nate said. "Chora Team out."

. . .

Nate ended the call, looking over at the now-armored squad he was taking to Chora's Den. They rode in a police cruiser that Garrus had commandeered from C-Sec headquarters, one that drove to their destination on autopilot. Even at this speed, 15 minutes seemed to feel like an eternity.

Nate looked over at Garrus. "Anything new on your end?" he asked.

"A contact I have that's connected to the Shadow Broker just got back to me," Garrus replied. "They really must be angry at Fist. A bounty hunter got hired to tie up loose ends. A mean krogan son of a bitch named Wrex."

"The last thing I want to do is tangle with a krogan," Ashley said uneasily. "Any chance we can… I don't know, bribe him so he won't shoot us?"

"Maybe so," Garrus said. "He got detained recently and is at a holding facility after Fist accused him of making threats. I don't know how long you'll have to talk to him, but it should be close to Chora's Den."

Nate was silent for a moment, then nodded. "A krogan could be useful. Garrus, find out what precinct this bounty hunter's in and get us there quickly."

Garrus nodded. Their police cruiser began to tilt away, landing at a precinct on Arm 5's midpoint in the city known as 'Unity'. Nate and Garrus made their way into the precinct, and it wasn't hard to spot who Wrex was supposed to be. The krogan, a species that shared many similarities with Earth turtles, was taller an every other being in the room, wearing brilliant blood-red armor.

The human C-Sec officer that stood before him looked almost child-like in comparison even as he looked up at him firmly. "Look, there are plenty of witnesses that can back up the fact that you were making threats to Fist in Chora's Den. Stay away from him, and we stay away from you."

Wrex hummed softly, the sound like a purring engine. "I don't take orders from you," he said simply.

"This is going to be your only warning, Wrex."

"You should warn Fist." Wrex leaned closer, the officer before him taking a step back as the two behind him readied their rifles. "I will kill him."

The human officer growled out a sigh. "Do you want me to arrest you?"

Wrex grinned. "I want you to try." he chuckled.

"Officer," Garrus said, stepping in between them, "we'd like a moment with him, please."

"What the hell do you mean?" the human officer said incredulously.

"Do I know you, turian?" Wrex said brusquely. "I don't need an uksalki sticking up for me."

"He's with me," Nate said as Garrus paused in front of Wrex.

Wrex, already seeming rather annoyed, snorted as he looked at Nate. "Do I know you, human?"

"I'm Commander Shepard. I'm going after Fist. Thought you might want to come along."

"Going after…" the human officer said. "What for? He's already come under threat of arrest for simply talking to him. Are you-"

"Fist is harboring information that could implicate someone big. We need to know that info." Garrus said. "And I don't think Fist is going to give it up without a fight."

The human officer looked between Garrus, Nate, and Wrex before sighing greatly and throwing up his hands. "Fine. But I'm going to have a talk with your squad captain, Officer…"

"Vakarian." Garrus said levelly.

With that, the officers that had surrounded Wrex retreated, leaving Garrus to shrug slightly. "Not the first time I've heard that," he said glibly. "So, Wrex, let's have a chat on the way to Chora's."

"It's probably going to be locked down and bristling with gun barrels," Wrex said pointedly.

"Then it's good we'll probably have a krogan with us to help take care of it," Nate said.

Wrex was silent for a moment, then shrugged. "Y'know what? What the hell. Let's see how this goes. I've heard a fair amount about you, Shepard. As a fellow warrior, out of respect, I'll give you fair warning. I'm going to kill Fist."

With that, the trio returned to the cab, Kaidan and Ashley taking the sight with no small amount of amazement. "Uh…" Kaidan began. "How are we going to all fit in here, sir?"

"Tightly," Nate said. "It's not far to Chora's Den."

"It's probably going to feel like it," Ashley said as she looked at Wrex. "No offense to you."

"Not like I care," Wrex said as he got inside the police cruiser, Kaidan and Ashley squashed against each other as Garrus and Nate climbed in once again.

It was, as expected, a long 10 minutes to Chora's Den. The well-armed and armored team made their way to an open, zig-zagging corridor just outside the club in question. They crouched behind a low wall, watching the door intently.

"Kaidan," Nate said, "any way you might be able to send a drone in there, scout out what's ahead of us?"

"I'll see what I can do." Kaidan paused as he worked on his omni-tool, a tiny drone lifting off and latching to the wall, looking for a way in. After a moment, it slipped through a grate near the door, emerging onto the ceiling of the rather overturned bar.

"Well," Kaidan said, "it looks like we won't be getting any drinks here any time soon. Looks like about a dozen behind various kinds of concealment and cover."

"Just a dozen?" Wrex said sardonically. "I've gotten through worse. Is Fist there?"

Kaidan glanced over at Garrus, who pulled up a picture of the man in question, then looked back at the drone's feed. "Let's see… no, I don't think so. Not in the main area, at least."

"Alright," Nate said. "Kaidan, we'll make a barrier at the door when we enter, then push in. Garrus, you'll break left with me to go around the bar, Ashley, you go right with Kaidan."

"And as for me?" Wrex said archly.

"Charge into the backlines and cause some chaos," Nate said as he put his helmet on, the others following suit. "We'll try not to accidentally shoot you."

Wrex grinned and chuckled slowly, his own helmet going on. "Well damn, you already get me, don't you?"

With that, they moved up towards the door, flanking each side. Nate looked over at Kaidan. "3, 2, 1… go!"

The doors opened, and Nate turned the corner as a wall of red-shifted gravity as tall as he was emerged before him, flashing with the splashes of gunshots rippling off the gravitic field and pressing forward as he pushed in. Kaidan followed behind, the chatter of his rifle joining with Nate's as they forced the ganger's heads down.

Spreading out from the entrance, Nate felt a whoosh of air as several booming steps rushed past him, glancing over to see Wrex hop onto the bar top before launching himself into the air over both the bar and a dance floor elevated above it, slamming down out of sight and, judging by the choked scream, landing on someone hard.

Nate's barrier faded away as he went into cover behind the bar, peeking up as he saw several drones from Kaidan swarming towards a pair of flailing floating thugs. Looking back to his side, he saw someone drawing a bead on his head.

Then, with a crack, the shields on the man flashed out of existence, another crack sending the man disappearing behind his overturned table. Ducking back into cover, he glanced back to see Garrus with a marksman's rifle sighting another foe.

The shields their opponents had drew out combat, but only so much. As the last ganger fell, the five converged, moving past the paste that Wrex's landing had rendered one man and going into the back rooms of the establishment. What was likely a storage room before preparations had made it a maze greeted them as they moved toward the back office.

As they passed several crates stacked to be some sort of concealment, Nate glanced over, his rifle pointing to two men who cowered before him and his group— the pistols they held up and out as they raised their hands betrayed their fear.

"Don't shoot! Please!" one of them said as they scrambled back. "We're just bartenders, I swear!"

"Is that so?" Garrus said. "Fist just armed you guys and made you set this up?"

"It's true, we swear!" the other man said. "You can check our IDs if you want to. Just… don't let the krogan hurt us."

"Drop your guns, and we'll take you at your word," Nate said, beginning to back away even as he kept his gun trained on them.

The two men quickly threw aside their pistols, and Nate lowered his rifle. "Good. Anything you can tell us about what's up ahead?"

"Fist is holed up in his office, I think." the first bartender said. "He said to stay clear."

"Some sort of automated defense system, probably," Wrex said.

"Yeah." the other bartender nodded. "I think it's a couple of automated turrets."

"Sounds easy enough." Kaidan shrugged. "I think we can deal with them."

"You can go ahead and try." the first bartender said. "We're out of here. Fist doesn't pay us enough for this."

With that, the two men slipped by the squad and disappeared out the door behind them. "Hope they don't mind the bodies too much," Ashley said as she looked over at Garrus. "Any plan to take care of those?"

"I'll call in a clean-up crew once we're done here," Garrus said. "Now, we're probably not going to want to greet them ourselves…"

"What kind of policeman are you?" Ashley asked somewhat incredulously.

"A somewhat unpopular one," Garrus replied with a quiet sigh as they stacked up on the entrance hall to the manager's office.

"You guys seem pretty tech-savvy," Garrus said as he glanced between Nate and Kaidan. "Want to try and hack them to shut them down?"

"Give us a second to try," Kaidan replied, peeking out for a moment at the twin turrets. "They look like Alliance issue. Must've been skimmed from a shipment going through here. This should be easy."

"I'll take the one on the left," Nate said, beginning to create a data-link to the turret in question.

"Got it," Kaidan said.

It was silent for a moment as the men worked, and then Nate smiled slightly as his display screen showed the shutdown prompt for the R617 Perimeter Defense Sentry that stood against them. "We're all good," he said, turning the corner to the hallway confidently as he led the others past the dormant turrets.

"Hmph," Wrex grumbled. "Not as exciting."

They opened the door to the manager's office, the man who must have been Fist standing from a desk, armored in red and pistol in hand. "Now what the… hell…"

He trailed off as the rest of the squad filled the office, Wrex looming menacingly. After a moment, Fist dropped his pistol on the desk. "Okay look, I know when I'm beat. You all clearly want something. So what is it?"

"Tell us where the quarian who talked to you is and everyone walks out of here alive. Simple as that," Nate replied. "Wrex here has a bone to pick with you apparently, and he's being nice for us."

"I don't know where she went, I swear." Fist said with a shrug.

"Then he's no use to you now," Wrex said as he stepped forward, a hefty krogan-made shotgun appropriately brandished. "Let me kill him."

Fist stepped back as he put his hands out in front of him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a goddamn minute. I don't know where she is, but I know where you can find her."

"Well, then you might want to be quick about telling us," Garrus said pointedly. "I don't know how itchy that trigger finger on the krogan is."

"She said she wanted to deal with the Shadow Broker themself!" Fist shouted, his voice becoming ever more panicky.

"Then you're lying to her and us," Wrex growled. "Even I was hired through an agent."

"Of course. Nobody meets the Shadow Broker. Ever. But she didn't know that. I told her I'd set a meeting up." Fist paused for a moment, smiling slightly. "But when she shows up, it won't be the Shadow Broker she meets. Saren is making sure of that."

Nate scowled slightly as he raised his gun again, the slight smirk wiped off Fist's face quickly. "Where's the meeting?" he asked pointedly.

"Here in the back alley by the markets in Quadrant 216." Fist said. "It's soon, but if you go now, then you can catch them."

Nate nodded, beginning to turn away. And catching Wrex as he raised his shotgun. "Wrex!" he said.

"No!" Fist shouted. It was the only thing he managed to get out before the shotgun barked, his shields gone in a flash as his face… well, melted for lack of a better term.

As Fist's now lifeless corpse hit the floor, the four squadmates backed away, raising their weapons as Wrex lowered his. They stood in silence for a moment. "What?" Wrex finally asked. "I don't get hired to leave jobs half done. Do you want to save this quarian or what?"

Nate's jaw clenched, then he lowered his weapon, going past Wrex and the others. "We'll talk about this later." he bit out, the others following after him as he called the other team.

"Daniel, Flynn, Duvinian," he said as they exited the mangled bar, "we have a location. Meet us in the back alley behind the markets in Quadrant 216 on Unity. I'll have my suit ping you, but hurry! We don't have much time."

"We're on our way," Daniel replied as Chora Team got into separate automated cabs to race towards the market. "I don't know how fast we can go, but we'll be there."

"Good. Chora Team out." Nate closed the channel, looking over at Garrus and Kaidan as they readied their weapons, taking deep breaths as he steadied himself for the next fight. His mind was racing already, bad memories trying to breach the surface before he smacked them back down into the depths of his mind.

He needed a distraction, momentary though it was before they arrived. "So, Garrus," he said, "you seem pretty invested in taking Saren down. More than just a police officer trying to solve a case. What's your connection?"

Garrus paused for a moment. "My father and Nihlus served together before the Relay-314 Incident. Got to know each other before Dad went into politics. I got to meet him a few times when he'd visit in between missions. So… it's personal."

Nate nodded, which was all he had time to do as the cab touched down, the single gull door nearly shoved out of the way as Nate and the others jumped clear, dashing into the twisting alleys of the market as Ashley and Wrex joined them. In a moment, two drones soared away from Nate and Kaidan's omni-tools and zipped into the waiting alley.

It was lit with a dim red glow, and their pace slowed as they heard voices up ahead, Kaidan and Nate looking down at their drones as they saw a turian approaching who could only be their quarian Tali'Zorah, situated in a crossroads of the alleyway as it went into a maintenance shaft. They spoke, the drones allowing the pair to pick up on the conversation and patch it through to the others.

"So," the turian said as he came to a stop in front of Tali'Zorah, "have you got it?"

"Maybe I do," Tali'Zorah replied. "Where's the Shadow Broker? I want to meet with them before I say anything conclusive."

"Well, then you'll need to follow me." the turian said as he let a hand brush across an arm before it was batted aside. "He won't just meet you out in the open, and risk his identity like this."

"Then where's Fist?" Tali'Zorah asked. "You could be anyone from anywhere. At least I know where Fist stands."

"He'll be along after he's finished taking care of other business." the turian said. "Look, are you coming with me or not?"

It was silent for a moment, then Tali'Zorah took a step back. "You know what? The deal's off. Something's wrong about all this."

As she finished speaking, several armored figures stepped out of the shadows, and Tali'Zorah quickly found herself surrounded. Before the squad watching could move, however, she threw down a device that flash-formed into a ring of kinetic shielding around her as she ducked out of the now-crowded line of fire and pulled out a small shotgun.

"Go, go!" Nate said as he charged forward, tossing a tech armor module at Ashley before leveling his rifle at the turian figure, several shots into his back's kinetic barrier sending him spinning towards them before diving into cover.

It was the opening that Tali'Zorah needed as she popped out of cover, sending slug after slug of fire into the turian and sending him slumping to the ground. It was at that moment, however, that the kinetic cover she'd raised around herself flashed out of existence, Tali'Zorah dashing towards a stack of crates that offered some cover.

The assassins, however, were relentless, more assassins streaming in. "Damn it, where are all these bastards coming from?" Wrex shouted as he charged a group of assassins, firing all the way as he shoulder-checked two of them, shrugging the hits off even as his kinetic barriers failed.

"Saren has deep pockets, I guess," Ashley said as she loaded in an ammo mod to her rifle, her shots crackling with a greater energy that cracked through their foe's shields with far greater ease as Kaidan bowled them over with biotic bolts. "Shut up and keep shooting."

Finally, however, the seemingly last assassin fell lifeless to the ground, Nate paused for a moment, then stood, walking over to the still-tense Tali'Zorah, stowing his rifle. "It's alright, Tali'Zorah." he said, Tali'Zorah spinning around "You're…"

Time seemed to slow as he saw the barrel of her shotgun angling up towards his head, instinct alone allowing him to channel a biotic barrier in front of him in the moment before she fired.

The blast still sent him sprawling and left him with a hell of a headache coming on even with his helmet on as he found himself on the floor. He heard the clatter of something else hitting the floor, looking up at what was likely a rather mortified quarian.

"Oh, ron'li!" Tali'Zorah shouted, frozen in place as Nate struggled back to his feet. "I'm sorry! I… I thought you were trying to kill me as well. I mean, Fist clearly sold me out, and I don't even know…"

She paused as Nate finally finished standing. "That bosh'tet! Fist sold me out! I knew I shouldn't have trusted him!"

"Are you alright?" Nate finally said as Tali'Zorah caught her breath, glancing back and waving down the weapons that remained pointed at them.

"I know how to take care of myself," she replied somewhat more confidently. "Frankly I should be asking you that. Not that I don't appreciate the help. Who are you anyway?"

"I'm Commander Shepard," Nate replied, glancing over at Daniel, Flynn, and Duvinian as they charged into the alley, guns drawn, before they paused and lowered their weapons. "I'm looking for evidence to implicate the Spectre Saren."

"Then it looks like I have a chance to repay you for saving my life. Properly, this time. But not here. I need to get somewhere safe." Tali'Zorah replied.

"The human embassy's the only one taking this case seriously, anyway," Garrus said. "We'll all be safe there."

"Well, let's not waste time, then," Tali'Zorah said.

. . .

It was, thankfully, a much calmer ride to the embassies, though there were certainly more than a few odd glances at the rather motley crew as they made their way to the office of Ambassador Udina. Most decided to wait outside, with Nate and Daniel deciding to escort Tali'Zorah in.

As they walked through the door, Udina, standing at the balcony, sighed heavily. "You know, Commander, you aren't making my job easy. Firefights in the wards, an all-out assault on a nightclub…"

He turned to face them and paused as he regarded the purple and steel-clad quarian as she regarded him from under her hood. "And who is this?" he asked. "What are you playing at, bringing a quarian here?"

"Tali'Zorah here is about to make your day, sir," Nate replied. "She has information linking Saren to the geth conclusively. Right alongside Lieutenant Theisman's fully decrypted video."

Udina nodded. "Excellent. Then, if you're willing to share your findings, miss…"

"'nar Rayya," Tali'Zorah replied. "Though Tali works fine."

"I see." Udina sat behind his desk, Tali sitting next to Captain Anderson. "Please, start from the beginning if you could."

"There's enough that's not pertinent that I won't do that," Tali began somewhat bashfully. "But what I can tell you is that I began my Pilgrimage, and we were making our way to Illium. However, we got diverted by a geth signal. We managed to extract a data core that held what we thought might be some useful information. What we found was a conversation."

"How'd you manage that?" Anderson asked. "I thought the geth fried their memories cores when they died as kind of defense mechanism."

"They do," Tali replied as she brought up a violet omni-tool, somewhat differently formatted as four fingers flew over its surface. "But I managed to stop the system wipe just enough to get what appears to be a conversation. I ran it through some voice recognition packages, but…"

She tapped a button on the screen of her omni-tool, and her recording began to play.

"Eden Prime, though not without its setbacks, was an unabashed success. The beacon has brought us that much closer to finding the Conduit."

"That's Saren, alright," Anderson said darkly as Tali paused the recording. "If we wanted any more proof he was involved, then we've got it."

"What's this Conduit he's talking about?" Daniel asked. "If the beacon on Eden Prime is leading them to it, then it has to be important somehow."

"I've done a little research into what he says," Tali replied, "but there's nothing on what this 'Conduit' might be. But this is a conversation."

Tali unpaused the conversation, and whoever was on the other end replied. "Yes," a voice, heavily distorted, alternating between deep and high, said. "And it will bring us closer to the return of the Cleansing Shadows."

Udina hummed softly. "That's a voice modulation matrix. Whoever's on the other end of that line doesn't want to be identified."

"Regardless," Nate said, "'Cleansing Shadows' doesn't sound like it'd be good for us."

"I've done a little digging into that as well," Tali replied. "Apparently, it's asari in origin. Part of their ancient mythology. It's an old name for what's now known as the Reapers."

Reapers. The name set something off in Nate's head. A buzzing something in the back of his skull that reminded him of the beacon's touch. He still hadn't fully figured it out. He looked over at Daniel and saw that he too likely felt what Nate had.

"According to the geth," Tali continued, "the Reapers, or in their case the Old Machines, hunted the Protheans to total extinction 50,000 years ago, then just… vanished. Again, at least according to the geth."

Udina sighed quietly as he crossed his arms. "Ancient hyper-advanced machines bent on destroying organic life? I have to admit, it's a little far-fetched to take to the Council."

"I wouldn't say that, sir," Nate replied. "I think that's what the beacon was trying to warn us about."

Daniel nodded, and both Udina and Anderson's brows furled as Tali looked at them in confusion. "The geth that are striking out seem to revere the Old Machines as gods. Pinnacles of non-organic life. And it looks like they believe your suspect Saren knows how to bring the Reapers back." she said.

"I can only imagine how the Council's going to react to this," Udina said darkly.

"It's still something they should know," Nate said firmly. "If the geth are so sure of this, then that could inform what they might do. To say nothing about the fact that the protheans thought this was important enough to warn us about."

Udina shrugged. "Well, I'm still calling the Council into session as soon as I can with these findings. We can assure that the recording is easy to link back to the geth, miss 'nar Rayya?"

Tali nodded, and Udina stood. "Alright. I've got work to do. If you'll leave us, I'll inform you when the Council wants to convene."

. . .

Tali walked into the apartment room and looked around in no small amount of wonder, Daniel, Eleanor, and Kaidan following behind. "Wow…" she said with no small amount of wonder. "I can tell you I'm not used to anything this big."

"Well, when you're our star witness, as it were," Daniel said, "we'd hate to see you be in any further danger."

"Thanks," Tali replied. "I saw you in the back alley. Are you one of Commander Shepard's soldiers?"

Daniel was silent for a thoughtful moment. "To an extent. I'm Lieutenant Theisman, and this is Lieutenant Flynn. Nominally, we're the engineers aboard Nate's ship. But seeing as we're on shore leave for the moment, we're just Daniel and Eleanor."

He reached out a hand which she shook. "I see," Tali replied. "Always good to meet a fellow engineer. I wish I could see your ship. Alliance ships always look so… orderly."

"From what little I've heard about the Migrant Fleet," Kaidan said, "even with the near-magic you work on your ships, it's got to be a nice change of pace."

"You have no idea." Tali chuckled as she sat on one of the beds.

Before anyone could continue, there was a ring at the door. Kaidan moved to the door outside the room, and Daniel and Eleanor went to the door to watch, and opened it, revealing Nate, Ashley, and Garrus. "Evening," Kaidan said. "Is this that security sweep you told me about?"

"Yep," Nate replied. "We good to come in?"

Kaidan nodded, and the trio came into the spacious apartment. "Everybody settling in?" Ashley asked as Daniel, Eleanor, and Tali came out. "Hopefully, this shouldn't take too long."

"I'll find my place here," Tali replied glibly as several people in the group sat at the somewhat small table. "It'll be nice to not be sleeping alone. Even if it is going to be so quiet."

"Then it seems you and I are of a piece," Daniel said with a slight grin. "Would you like me to share my omni-tool plans for a white noise generator?"

"If it's a good one, share away," Tali said, all able to hear a smile in her voice.

As Daniel shared his fabricator files for the machine in question, Garrus regarded him levelly. "Do you have the video file of Saren attacking Nihlus? I'll need to take a copy of that as evidence," he said quietly.

Daniel nodded. "Certainly, officer. One moment."

A few seconds later, Garrus pulled up a bright blue omni-tool, the video flashing onto a screen. It was whole this time, Garrus watching intently as Saren walked over to Nihlus, pulled his pistol on his fellow Spectre, and the two engaged in a brief, intense fight. One that Nihlus lost.

"Thank you," Garrus said, standing from the table. "Uncle… Spectre Nihlus will appreciate this, I'm sure."

It was silent for a moment before he shook his head slightly. "I have a C-Sec detachment keeping an eye on this place. Might be the last favor I'll be able to call in for you, though."

"And we've got our own people keeping an eye on things," Nate replied. "Good night, Officer Vakarian."

"Please, we've saved each other's lives today," Garrus replied. "Garrus is fine."

With that, Garrus left, Nate and Ashley following behind soon after as the night drew on.

That left the four in the room proper as they prepared for bed. It was no mistake to see both Daniel and Eleanor together for a moment on the couch as Kaidan and Tali prepared for bed.

"So," she said quietly. "Four fingers on quarians? Interesting twist."

"The salarian councilor, and every other salarian we've seen so far here, has six," Daniel replied. "You know how every Echo is different in some small way."

Eleanor shrugged, and they silently enjoyed each other's company. "So," Eleanor asked, "when does Ka'rava make their move? Do you think they'll follow the pattern they followed before?"

Daniel shook his head. "No. They had the benefit of an army behind them before. They know that whatever else, they're on their own. But if I had to hazard a guess, since we're working with Nate and company… they'll go to Saren."

"After he gets revealed for orchestrating Eden Prime?"

"Almost certainly." Daniel's lips pursed. "Whatever gets them in contact with the Reapers the quickest."

It was silent again, a silence that was moodily introspective. "Was the last Shepard similar to this one?" Eleanor asked.

Daniel smiled slightly, a choked chuckle escaping as he shook his head. "No. Not at all. Jenny was hot-headed and suspicious of any authority. She was suspicious of me and mine from the jump."

His smile became a grimace, a hand rubbing a forehead that burned with an unseen brand. "And she had every right to be."
 
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Chapter 5: Preparations and Consecrations

Chapter 5: Preparations and Consecrations


The Citadel, The Next Day

Nathaniel, even in the long elevator ride up to the Council room, couldn't help but keep a hand on his pistol and had worn his armor. Daniel had done the same, and Tali had the Katana shotgun that she'd wielded so skillfully close at hand as well.

The doors opened, and the trio stepped into the Council chambers. The silence within was almost smothering, even as their footsteps echoed through the vast, empty room. The only person waiting for them at the base of the stairs that led up to the platform was Captain Anderson.

"Good. You're on time." Anderson said. "We'll start now."

They went up the stairs, coming to a stop beside Ambassador Udina, facing the Council once again. And, as before, Saren stood in a holographic display, regarding them with a cold, calculated stare.

"This closed meeting of the Council is now in session." the turian Councilor, Sparatus if Nate recalled correctly, said. "There has been new evidence presented that has a significant impact on the current case presented against Saren."

"If I may?" Saren said, drawing the attention of all fully to him. "I must express my skepticism that new evidence of any sound veracity could be found this soon."

"Nevertheless, the evidence is damning." the salarian Councilor, Valern said sternly. "The video evidence shown previously has been fully decrypted. And it shows you attacking and attempting to kill fellow Spectre Nihlus."

As Valern finished speaking, the video footage flashed onto a massive screen, skipped to the relevant part, as Saren drew his pistol and leveled it at the back of Nihlus' head. Now, there was no glitching that covered the short, brutal brawl between the two extremely skilled fighters.

As Saren walked away from what he must have presumed was Nihlus' body, the video shut off, the whole room's eyes turning, once again, to Saren, standing silent.

It was a long, tense moment of silence before the hologram flickered out.

"If that is not a statement of guilt to you, Councilors," Udina said pointedly, "I don't know what could be."

"Yes," Tevos replied. "It is clear now that he will likely not comply with our recall order, and is on the run. He will be stripped of his status, and he will answer for his crimes. However, there is one more piece of evidence that you wished to present us, is there not?"

Udina nodded. "This quarian woman, Tali'Zorah nar'Rayya, has a recording from the aftermath of the attack on Eden Prime. Ms. nar'Rayya, if you will?"

Tali nodded as she stepped forward. "The recording that I'm about to play is a conversation between Saren and a second party using voice modulation taken from a geth data matrix on a moon near Illium. I've done some work returning the second voice to a point closer to its genuine state, but I cannot guarantee complete accuracy."

Nate wasn't sure he liked how skeptical the Councilors looked as they glanced at each other, waiting for Tali to pull up the recording. It wasn't long before the voices echoed in the chamber.

"Eden Prime, though not without its setbacks, was an unabashed success. The beacon has brought us that much closer to finding the Conduit."

"Yes," a far more recognizably real voice, likely feminine, replied. "And it will bring us closer to the return of the Cleansing Shadows."

The recording was paused, and Nate looked at the Councilors intently as they processed what they just heard. "Wait a minute," Tevos said as they cupped their chin. "I know who that is. The only person I've heard use that term in recent memory is… Matriarch Benezia."

"Matriarch?" Nate asked, his brow furling. "They have a prominent role in asari society?"

"She was a prominent voice in asari politics, as well as a respected member of the Archaeological Society on Thessia that preferred to use one of the ancient mythological terms for what we now refer to as Reapers," Tevos replied. "Her department's focuses were on our ancient religion and the prothean civilization. At least, until she… disappeared. If she's allied with Saren, then she and her followers, of all kinds, will be a formidable boon for Saren."

"What of these Cleansing Shadows, the Reapers?" Valern asked.

Captain Anderson stepped forward. "We know only what has been recovered from the geth memory core that Tali extracted; that they were an ancient race of machines that wiped out the protheans and subsequently vanished. And, apparently, that there is some link between the Reapers and these Cleansing Shadows."

"As far as we can ascertain," Nate said, "the geth believe the Reapers are gods. Or close to it, anyway. And that Saren is acting as a prophet for them."

"A link between the geth and asari?" Sparatus said incredulously. "Impossible. The asari are an ancient race, while the geth were constructed by the quarians only a few centuries ago. The more possible angle is that, with Matriarch Benezia likely on Saren's side, she's fed him a story to lure the geth into his service. One that is little more than a comforting myth to the synths."

"Even still," Anderson said somewhat pointedly, "we think the Conduit is the key to bringing the Reapers back from wherever they vanished to, and that Saren needs it. That's why he attacked Eden Prime and tried to secure the beacon there."

"Do we even know what this Conduit really is?" Valern asked. "It could be something else entirely. An ancient geth superweapon, perhaps."

Nate stifled a quiet sigh. "Saren thinks it can bring back the Reapers. If that's what he was able to ascertain from the prothean beacon, then it can't be any good."

"We don't know what he was able to take from the beacon if anything at all." Sparatus retorted. "In fact, based on what we've read from your medical reports, you're not entirely clear on what you saw from the beacon. We can't afford to jump to myths and legends as the only explanation. After all, if the Reapers destroyed the protheans, then where did they go? Why did they vanish? We've only found stories and rough, likely idealized depictions of them from the asari. Where is all the other evidence?"

Nate began to speak but found himself cut off by someone who'd stayed mostly silent until now.

"Councilors, if I may?" Daniel said, stepping forward slightly. "Is there any way to pull up an image of these Reapers from asari records?"

It was silent for a moment as the Councilors regarded him with some slight confusion. "I don't see where this might be going, Lieutenant Theisman," Tevos replied, a moment's hesitation as they recalled his name and rank, "but as you and yours have provided vital information concerning Saren's treason, we will humor you this much."

As Tevos typed at a console in front of them, Daniel touched Nate's arm. "Commander," he said quietly, "do you still have your helmet footage from Eden Prime?"

Nate nodded slightly. "Should be in the Normandy's databanks now. What are you looking for?"

"One particular moment," Daniel replied as he pulled up his omni-tool.

After a moment, the same screen that had shown the geth footage reappeared, instead showing a digital picture of a strange creature, a deep blued gray that looked oceanic in nature, looming over three figures that had beams of glittering gold radiating from their heads. "This is a digital recreation of The Gods' Duel with The Scouring Shadow. What has you so interested in such depictions?"

Daniel typed on his omni-tool, swiping the results up to the screen. The screen allowed the footage that Nate instantly knew to play. He and his squad charging up the hill to the spaceport, and pausing as they saw the massive ship lifting off, red lightning crackling around it as it silently lifted into the sky.

Daniel rewinded and paused the footage, the ship and the Scouring Shadow making a striking pair. Nate watched the Council as they regarded the sight before them.

Finally, Sparatus sighed quietly. "As remarkably similar as they are, I still feel as though you're trying to find connections between two points that might not exist. What's that saying that humanity has on hearing footsteps?"

"Even still," Valern said, cupping his chin as he considered the ship intently, "with the geth seemingly having a connection to these Reapers, perhaps they have built it as a display of respect for them, or perhaps as a scare tactic for biological races."

"If it's a scare tactic," Tevos finally said, their eyes wide, "then it's remarkably effective."

Nate looked over at Daniel as a look of exasperation faded from the man's face before continuing. "If there truly is any more need of proof, Councilors," he said, "I am aware of the asari ability to create a link with the minds of other beings. If such is needed to convince you, I cannot speak on behalf of my commander, but I am willing to undergo it."

Tevos looked back at the group. "Though I commend your knowledge," they finally said, "getting such conclusive proof would require at least a passing knowledge of what we might be looking for."

They paused for a moment. "However, there might be someone you should look for. Matriarch Benezia's child, Liara T'Soni, is an archaeologist who followed in her mother's footsteps. However, we do know where she is; a dig concerning a prothean structure in the Knossos system. She may well be able to help you."

"Verification aside," Sparatus said pointedly, "we must return to the most pressing task at hand; apprehending Saren. Without the rights or resources of a Spectre, he's little more than a man on the run. Even still, we should not dismiss his skills or his current allies."

"Then send a squad of ships after him. A fleet, even!" Ambassador Udina spoke up. "I'm sure his last known position is known to you. Even if it can't track down one man, a fleet can secure the borders to ensure that any attempts at another attack by the geth are dealt with!"

"We could risk sending a fleet to the edges of the Traverse." Sparatus retorted. "We could even spark a war with one or more polities or pirate kingdoms in the Terminus Systems! We won't be dragged into a galactic confrontation over a few human colonies!"

"Then let me go after him," Nate said. "If a fleet is too much, then a task force in a single ship might be enough to track him down."

Tevos nodded. "The Commander's right. There is a way to stop Saren that does not require an army."

"So soon after this incident?" Sparatus said incredulously. "If, when our governments catch wind of this, there could be hell to pay for seeming to give humanity a favor by inducting a Spectre."

"Spectre or not," Nate said pointedly, "the Alliance will likely be sending someone anyway. Why not make it someone who you already know can work with other races, bring us together to stop whatever threat Saren has in store for us?"

The Council regarded each other silently, and Nate waited with bated breath for the answer.

Finally, sharing nods, the Councilors regarded Nate intently. "Commander Shepard, step forward.

Nate did so, Udina, Daniel, and Anderson, silent thus far, stepped back. After a somewhat dramatic pause, the Councilors began to speak in turn.

Tevos began. "It is the decision of the Council that you be granted the powers and privileges of the Special Tactics and Reconnaissance branch of the Citadel Council."

Valern continued. "Spectres are not trained for the role, they are chosen. Pulled from the countless ranks of individuals from every species, forged in the fires of service and battle."

"Spectres are an ideal, a symbol," Tevos said. "The embodiment of courage, determination, and self-reliance. They are the right hand of the Council, and the instruments of our will."

"Spectres bear a great burden." Sparatus rejoined. "They are protectors of galactic peace, both first and last of the lines of defense for our galactic community. The safety of almost innumerable lives is theirs to uphold."

"Congratulations, Commander Shepard," Tevos said after a moment. "You are the first human Spectre. For you, and your entire species, this is a great accomplishment."

"Thank you, Councilors," Nate said. "I'm honored."

"Your mission is to pursue Saren into the Traverse, and beyond into the Terminus Systems, if need be," Valern said. "Being a fugitive of the law, and a traitor, you are authorized to use any and all means to capture or, if necessary, kill him."

"I'm ready," Nate said firmly. "And I will find him."

"It is our hope that you do," Tevos said. "This meeting of the Council is adjourned."

. . .

About an hour later, Nate, having seen Tali and Daniel off for the moment, sat in Udina's office with Captain Anderson.

"Congratulations, Commander," Udina said. "This is a big step for all of humanity in gaining legitimacy in the eyes of the Council."

"Well, we'll see how things go when we stop Saren," Nate replied.

"Now," Anderson said, "there's some things we need to make sure that you remember going into this. You may have the rights and responsibilities of a Spectre, but you are still a Commander of the Alliance. We may have our goals aligned for the moment, but if there's something in your area that Command wants done quickly, you'll be called on to try and do something about it. But at the end of the day, your main mission is stopping Saren."

"Yes, sir," Nate replied. "Is there anyone that's being assigned to me from the Alliance Navy?"

"You'll have the Marine elements of the 232nd and 212th reassigned to your ship under Lieutenant Alenko," Anderson replied, pausing for a moment. "Otherwise, you managed to put together a hell of a team to get this evidence to implicate Saren. Being as you're a representative of all species now, if you can manage it, I'd say try and keep that team together."

Udina spared a narrowed glance at Anderson. "I don't think I need to remind you that there are classified technologies from two nations contained within the Normandy," he said archly.

"And how much that will matter if Saren accomplishes what he's trying to do?" Anderson asked.

Udina sighed quietly. "I suppose you're right. Being a Spectre, I wonder how much we could do about it anyways if Shepard chose as he wished."

Nate nodded. "Well, I have to admit, Anderson's probably right. It'll be easier to work with what I already have. Anything else?"

It was silent for a moment. "Right now," Udina said, "if there's anything you'll need to know, we'll contact you in the middle of your travels. Go and get ready."

Nate nodded, standing, Anderson standing with him. "I'll be on my way as soon as possible."

"Good luck, Commander Shepard," Udina said. "Whatever comes next… we're counting on you."

With that, the two exited the office, making their way out of the ambassadorial section. "Y'know, I'm proud of you, son." Anderson said. "Truly. The first human to actually make it into the Spectres."

"Thank you," Nate replied, but then his brow furled slightly. "Was there someone considered before me?"

Anderson sighed quietly, nodding. "Yes. I was, actually."

Nate's brows rose. "Really?"

"Yeah. It's… a little strange to think about myself. That I was considered at all." Anderson paused as his expression darkened. "But unlike you where your observer was Nihlus… mine was Saren."

"You and Saren have a history," Nate said, his own voice tinged with some slight distaste.

"Twenty years of it, now," Anderson said as they paused in front of the apartment building most of the Normandy's crew had been staying at. There were a few benches in front of it, all of them empty. "Sit down. I think there's at least a little time to tell you my story."

As they took a seat, Anderson began his story. "Ambassador Goyle was our representative here then. Like Udina, she wanted to get a human inducted into the Spectres. She chose me. After finally relenting, the Council sent Saren to watch over me."

He paused, sighing quietly. "I'm not proud of it, really. I had a chance to be the first human Spectre and failed. Saren made sure of that."

"How?"

"The Alliance had intel that it shared with the Council about a rogue scientist, backed by the batarians, trying to set up a facility and continue illegal research into AI tech out in the Verge," Anderson said. "Alliance Intel might have done the work, but the Council wanted a Spectre involved. They took it as a prime chance, even as a compromise, to see what I was made of when they asked to have me help Saren in his investigation."

"We managed to track him to a refining facility on Camala." Anderson continued. "Hidden away, an army of batarian mercenaries between us and him. The plan was simple: sneak in, capture the scientist, sneak back out. Quick, quiet, little bloodshed that might make the batarians unduly angry."

"I'm guessing that's not what happened," Nate said grimly.

Anderson shook his head. "We split up to cover more ground. Then, about an hour into our infiltration, there was a massive explosion in the refinery core. Officially, everyone was happy enough to call it an accident or malfunction. But I think Saren detonated it to try and draw off the mercs."

A part of Nate dreaded what he was sure he'd hear next. "How many casualties were there?" he asked quietly.

"The refinery itself was blown to pieces. The whole place was on fire. Once I managed to get out and get some distance, I'm sure you could have seen the smoke pillar from the fire for kilometers around." Anderson sighed quietly. "No one inside survived. There was a camp for workers and their families nearby, too. All told, the death count was over five hundred. Mostly civilians."

"Damn…" Nate said quietly.

"Saren didn't care. The target was eliminated. Mission accomplished." Anderson's jaw clenched. "I tried to raise my voice, but it only ended with me taking the blame, and Goyle going home in disgrace. Hell of an end to talk about me joining the Spectres."

"How did Saren manage to pin the explosion on you?" Nate asked incredulously.

"He accused me of blowing his cover. Said it was my fault that the guards were 'on alert'. That was his claim for why it turned into a massacre. And the word of a Spectre, regardless of my testimony or the Alliance's backing, was all that the Council needed."

It was silent between them for a moment. "Damn. The Council really had it out for you, didn't they?"

"Hardly," Anderson replied. "If the blame rests on anyone, it's on Saren. He was looking for an excuse to blow the refinery, and he found it. Maybe he wanted a spectacle. Maybe he wanted a reason to keep humans out of the Spectres. If so, he managed it."

Again, it was silent before Anderson sighed. "But enough of that. You can get justice not only for Eden Prime and every colony attacked by the geth but for those refinery workers and their families on Camala all those years ago."

A smile twitched on Anderson's face now, a frankly welcome sight. "Which is why we're turning over command of the Normandy to you."

Nate, unsurprisingly, was rather taken aback. "What? Captain… the Normandy's your ship!"

"Maybe so," Anderson said. "But now that Saren's gone rogue, the Council has requested that I remain here, advise the Alliance from here. I've got too much of a personal stake in this. They're right, of course."

He chuckled softly. "Hell of an end to my career, pushing papers here in the Citadel with Udina. But you need a way to find Saren, quickly and quietly. The Normandy's the ship for that. And if there's anyone that I trust the ship with, it's you."

Nate took a deep breath. "Well… I'll try not to make too much of a mess in the captain's quarters. Just in case."

Anderson and Nate both shared a quiet laugh before Anderson stood. "Well, I'll leave you to gather your team. And I look forward to hearing your progress. Good luck, Shepard."

. . .

The Next Day

Nate began to complete his search at C-Sec headquarters, looking for one Garrus Vakarian. He'd sent messages to both Tali and Wrex, telling them to meet them at the Normandy's docking bay if they wanted to follow him further in pursuit of Saren. He'd heard back from Tali, at least. She seemed excited to go. Wrex was more of a toss-up. Now, there was one last person he needed to find.

He wondered how easy it would be to just… pull rank, as it were. He'd done some brief research in Spectres as he made his way towards C-Sec. It seemed like Spectres were able to do just about anything, as long as they could justify it benefitting the galactic peace.

"Excuse me, Commander Shepard!"

He blinked, pausing as he looked around, finding a human woman approaching him. "Can I help you?"

"Emily Wong, Earth News Network. I'm an investigative journalist specializing in corruption and organized crime. I think you and I can help each other."

"And… how is that, Ms. Wong?" Nate asked slowly.

"Well, I've already got the news that you're the first human Spectre, and I'm preparing to break that for the folks back home. But, I have some contacts who tell me you and a team went in and busted Fist. That's sending shockwaves through the Citadel most people can't see." Emily replied with a somewhat cheeky grin.

"And are you expecting an interview?" Nate asked with a slightly arched brow.

"Maybe at some point." Emily shrugged. "But after C-Sec went through and cleaned up and cordoned off Chora's Den, they apparently left behind several files Fist had on other contacts throughout the Citadel," Emily explained. "If I can access those files, me and my contacts can get to work rooting them out. Because Fist's contacts…" she paused meaningfully.

"Are Saren's contacts." Nate nodded, smiling slightly. There weren't many reporters he really liked. But she wasn't like many reporters, it seemed. "I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks!" Emily said. "I'll be waiting near the aircar terminal when you've got it."

"I'll see you soon, hopefully," Nate replied as he walked into the station where Garrus was supposed to be.

It was a decently sized station, and the salarian sitting behind it seemed somewhat busy. They'd left Chora's Den a real mess when they'd gone through, after all. The salarian was a mottled dark gray and green and regarded him levelly as he came to stop in front of the desk.

"Can I help you?" the salarian asked, glancing up at him.

"I'm Commander Shepard," Nate replied. "I'm here to talk to Officer Vakarian."

The salarian officer paused, slowly looking back up at him from his terminal. "You're the new Spectre. I see. I'll see what I can do."

He stood, hurrying away and towards a back room. Nate waited for a few moments before Garrus walked out towards him, clearly somewhat relieved. "Well, hello again, Shepard. I heard the good news. Congratulations. And I've got to admit, you've got a good sense of timing. What can I help you with?"

"I've got two things that I've got to talk to you about," Nate said. "The first is probably the easier part. I want you to come with me to stop Saren. I don't know how easy it's going to be to pull you away from this…"

"You're a Spectre," Garrus said frankly, scoffing slightly. "You can do whatever needs to be done, basically. Besides, I'd want in any way."

Nate nodded. "Alright. Good to know."

"Alright. When do we start?" Garrus said as they made their way to the exit.

"Well, there's one more thing that we need to do," Nate replied. "Something that a C-Sec officer is uniquely qualified for."

"And what's that?" Garrus asked.

. . .

About an hour later, Nate and Garrus, having made a quick trip to Chora's Den and used both Garrus' C-Sec authorization along with Nate's Spectre authority to access Fist's terminal, returned to where they needed to be. Now, approaching Emily, Nate answered her expectant smile with a slight smile of his own.

"Your files," Nate said as he activated his omni-tool.

"Thank you so much!" Emily said as she accepted the files. "I'll make sure that this gets to the right people quickly. In the meantime, I've got some buddies in the Alliance Navy out near the Terminus Systems. If they see anything, I'll be the first to know, and you'll be the second."

"Thanks," Nate said, his smile growing. A reporter actually trying to be helpful for more than just the sake of viewership? He really had found a diamond in the rough. "Maybe after all this is done, you'll get an exclusive interview."

"That would be amazing," Emily said. "Good luck, Commander."

With that, Nate and Garrus walked away. "So," Nate said, "ready to go?"

"I know that we need to get going now," Garrus said, somewhat tentatively, "but is there any way to make a quick stop at Huerta Memorial? I'd like to say some words to Nihlus."

Nate was silent for a moment. "Alright. We can make a quick stop."

. . .

Huerta Memorial Hospital was a beautiful place, being as close as it was to the administrative ring section known as the Presidium. It was a bustling place, people of all species, which Nate assumed were a part of the upper class, going in and out. But there was one person, a camera drone hovering by her shoulder, who seemed to be waiting for him and Garrus a little ways from the door. And she seemed somewhat less enthused than Miss Wong. More... hungry.

"Commander Shepard?" she asked. "Khalisah Bint Sinan Al-Jilani, Westerlund News. Could I speak to you for a moment?"

Garrus glanced over at Nate skeptically. "You sure you have time for this?" he asked.

Nate sighed quietly. "Go on ahead of me. I'll meet you inside." This was not his first rodeo with nosy reporters. He could handle this.

Garrus shrugged, walking into the hospital as Nate, with weary acceptance, once again stepped up to the camera that had become so familiar. This one was a Halifax model floating camera drone. He'd learned the different types through osmosis more than anything else. "Can I help you?" he asked.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions about recent events surrounding you for our viewers," Khalisah said.

"What do you want to know?" he replied.

"You've been given a unique position to represent humanity. People should have a sense of how you'll do that." Khalisah replied. "So, first question, and forgive me if I'm treading on familiar ground."

Nate always dreaded those words and knew exactly what would come next as the drone lowered and shined a light on him, the camera likely rolling. "Do you believe that your remarkable heroism on Elysium had any impact on your appointment as a Spectre?"

Nate's jaw clenched slightly. "I did what any soldier who knew the duty they had to do would in that situation. As remarkable as it may seem to those not involved in the military, I'd contend that there are far more deserving people to have the title of 'Hero of Elysium'. And, as I'm sure you can tell, I've done so before. After all, the past is the past. You asked about the present."

Khalisah nodded almost absentmindedly as she looked down at an omni-tool that likely had a list of questions to ask him. "You're right. Let's move on, shall we? Humanity has been trying to gain the respect of the wider galactic community for decades. With that in mind, what are your thoughts on being the first human Spectre?"

"I'm honored to be considered. The Spectres represent the best of every species."

"Some have said that your appointment is the Citadel throwing humanity a bone to keep them calm. Have you encountered a situation where you've been asked to put the Citadel's needs above humanity's?" she looked at him intently. She was hunting for something. He just didn't know what yet.

Nate once again suppressed a sigh. "Not as of yet, ma'am. As I'm sure you're likely aware, my appointment is still a fresh thing."

"Do you think you'll encounter a situation like I've described?"

"It's hardly as simple as that," Nate replied. "The Council is concerned with the needs of the whole galactic community. If we want to be taken seriously as you've suggested, then we need to be concerned as well. Our needs are on their agenda, but with so many species needs to consider, getting to everyone takes time."

"You really do believe that, don't you?" she said, her voice just stopping on the edge of incredulity. She paused for a moment. "Sources say you've recently been given command of an advanced human warship for your uses. Anything you'd like to say about that?"

The question immediately sent alarm bells ringing. Either she'd been spying on his and Anderson's conversation yesterday, or there was someone feeding her some very classified info. But she wouldn't get a rise out of him here. "Actually," he said, "it's not simply a human vessel. Turian shipwrights and engineers were a part of the Normandy's design and development from the very beginning, incorporating many innovations I'm not of a high enough clearance to talk about."

"So the Hierarchy has knowledge of your vessel that's being kept secret from the Alliance public?" Khalisah asked, her tone beginning to gnaw at Nate's nerves. "Do you think it was appropriate to hand Earth's most advanced warship over to the Citadel?"

"The crew is still largely from the Alliance. I'm still in command, and last I checked, I was still human." Nate replied. "And even still, I'd hardly say it's been 'handed over' to anyone here. In fact, I'd like to think that it's somewhat appropriate, to use a vessel that signifies the unity of two powers' ingenuity and craftsmanship to help keep the galaxy safe."

"Human, yes, but you do work for the Citadel as well," Khalisah said. "Speaking of, do you think that humanity will ever get the respect it deserves from the galactic community?"

There was a part of Nate that, quite frankly, was itching to punch her for this ridiculous 'interview'. But he thought he could see the end on the horizon. "Respect's a funny thing, I find. We only get respect by earning it, not demanding it. That means actively improving the galactic community, which is something I think we're quite capable of doing."

Khalisah finally sighed quietly as she nodded. "You're an idealist, Commander, but I can't call you insincere. I can only hope that you're right. One last question. Rumors are saying that you're out to track down a rogue Spectre named Saren. Any comment on that?"

"Seeing as I'm a brand new Spectre, there's admittedly much I don't know yet about the confidentiality of such missions. Right now, I'll play it safe and say that I can't comment either way." Nate said.

Finally, finally, the drone's light blinked off. "Don't worry," Khalisah said. "We'll find out. The eyes of Earth are on you, Commander Shepard. All we can ask is that you don't let us down."

Ominous words, Nate mused. "Thank you for your time," Khalisah said as she walked away, her drone faithfully in tow.

Nate took a deep breath as he turned and walked away. Every interview was one too many, these days. This one, at least, was done.

. . .

After a few questions, Nate was directed to a secure area of the hospital, a room with two C-Sec guards in front of it containing Garrus standing over Nihlus' gurney. It didn't have quite so many machines anymore, but there were more than a few medi-gel bandages wrapped across his body.

"How's he doing?" Nate asked as he entered.

"The nurse that was attending to him says he'll pull through. He's resting at the moment, but he wakes up every once in a while." Garrus said quietly.

Nate nodded, standing with Garrus in contemplative silence. 'I'll make sure Saren is brought to justice for you, Nihlus. I just wish you could give me a few pointers.'

"Say what you need to?" Nate said quietly.

Garrus nodded. "Yeah," he said simply. "You have anything you need to say?"

"Questions to ask, guidance to receive," Nate replied. "But I guess that'll have to wait."

"For you and me both," Garrus said.

The door opened, and Nate and Garrus looked back to see a human nurse walking in, pausing as she looked at them in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting anything?" she asked plaintively.

"No, not at all," Garrus replied. "Are we?"

"Well, I need to take his readings and change his bandages. You may want to step out for this."

Nate almost complied, but then he took a closer look at her eyes. 'Strange. I've never seen gray eyes like that. Blue, green, and gold mixed in there?'

"Excuse me, miss?" he asked, causing the nurse to pause. "I have to ask, are your eyes natural? I've never seen any that are quite like yours."

The nurse paused, her eyes darting between him, Garrus and Nihlus. Why? "Yes, actually," she replied, her eyes finally settling on Nihlus, "they are."

Then, she raised her arm, Nate's eyes going wide as it… unfurled. Then began to glow from within dark gray metal. 'What the hell?'

As time seemed to slow, the adrenaline crashing into his brain, Nate's biotic field pulsed like a heartbeat as gravity itself pooled into his hand. What would he do with it? A weapon to take out this… geth? Thing? A shield to stop whatever was going to be shot at Nihlus?

Whatever he might have done, someone else managed to get ahead of him.

Nihlus' eyes snapped open as he reached for the pistol at Garrus' hip, the weapon unfurling and sending one, two, three rounds into the infiltrator. One into the 'barrel' of its firearm, one dead center of its chest, and one right between its eyes.

The arm exploded, leaving a smoldering stump as the infiltrator stumbled into the glass wall. In an instant, the C-Sec guards were inside, leveling rifles at the infiltrator as it stood back up fully, seemingly unfazed.

"Damn," she said, looking around the room before slumping lifelessly to the floor.

"Nihlus!" Garrus said as the Spectre in question went into a coughing fit, letting the pistol drop to his side on the gurney. "Are you alright?"

"Garrus," Nihlus said. "How are you?"

"Decent enough," Garrus said as he took his pistol back, alarms blaring from the gunshots. "Are you okay?"

"Everything aches and my lungs are burning, kid, but otherwise I'll make it out," Nihlus replied. "Is anyone else hurt?"

"We're fine, Nihlus," Nate replied.

Nihlus' eyes narrowed slightly. "Commander Shepard. How do you know Garrus?"

"Well, he's a Spectre now," Garrus replied. "I'm helping him go after Saren."

"The Council made you a Spectre," Nihlus said quietly, going silent for a moment. "I trust their decision, then. Go and find the bastard and make sure he doesn't do anything worse."

"I'll do my best, sir," Nate replied firmly.

"Good." Nihlus sank back into the gurney with a heavy sigh. "I'll be here if you need me. I should be out of here soon enough, hopefully."

He took a few more measured, deep breaths, then closed his eyes.

Nate and Garrus nodded, then looked over at the limp body that the C-Sec officers were calling in. "What is that?" Garrus said. "It doesn't look geth to me."

"I don't know either," Nate said grimly. "I think a third party's gotten involved."

"Great," Garrus muttered. "Just what we need to start things off."

. . .

Nate and Garrus stepped onto the Normandy, several crew members looking expectantly at them. "Anywhere you need me to go?" Garrus asked.

"Crew bunks are past the command center and down the stairs," Nate replied. "I've made sure to get some dextro-based food onboard for you and Tali."

"No need to really worry about it, for me at least," Garrus said. "I've got an LC implant. But I always appreciate good dextro cuisine, and I'm sure the quarian will be fine not needing to scrounge around either. See you around."

With that, he turned and walked past Daniel, who waited expectantly by a Navigator Pressley who shot a suspicious glance at Garrus. "Tali's down in the engineering bay, sir. Wanted to take a look at our reactor core and others besides." he began. "And Wrex is in the cargo bay setting up. Said the bunks were too cramped for him."

"Good to know, Lieutenant. Let's get underway." Nate said.

"Aye, sir." With that, Daniel made his way back towards engineering, Nate walking up towards the pilot's station.

"Hey, Commander," Joker said as he glanced back. "I heard about Captain Anderson. Survive a hundred battles just to get taken down by backroom politics." he sighed quietly. "Hell of a way to go. Just watch your back, Commander. Things go bad, and you're next on the chopping block. And I'd hate to get stuck in a loop of commanding officers."

"As much as I feel like this should still be the Captain's ship, we'll do what we're supposed to," Nate replied. "Go out there and find Saren."

"Well, everyone on this ship is behind you all the way, Commander," Joker replied. He paused for a moment as he tapped a few buttons. "Intercom's open, if you've got some rousing speech for the crew."

It seemed kind of silly to him, but after Eden Prime, and sitting around in the Citadel… the crew probably needed it. He leaned over the console.

"This is Commander Shepard speaking." he began. "Our mission may be classified, but as you're along for the ride, you deserve to know our orders. Our mission is to go after the rogue Spectre Saren and detain him if we can, eliminate him if we can't, before he finds a device known as the Conduit. This won't be easy. But you wouldn't be here if you weren't willing to face the challenge. I believe in all of you to help make this mission a success."

"By now, I'm sure everyone aboard's had a chance to see what happened on Eden Prime. What's happening across the galaxy. But Saren and his forces won't stop there. Not unless we make them. And Saren knows that."

Nate paused for a moment. "Wherever he goes to search for the Conduit, we'll be there. And we'll go wherever is needed. The safety of the galaxy expects nothing less. This is humanity's chance to step up and truly show the galaxy we can make it a better place. For Eden Prime, for Earth, for everyone, let's show them what we can do. Shepard out."

With that, Joker switched off the intercom. "Not bad. I've certainly heard worse speeches. I think the Captain would be proud."

"He gave up everything for this. We can't afford to fail him now." Nate replied. He paused for a moment to remember. "Once we're out of dock, set a course for the Knossos system. We've got one more person we need to make sure is along for the ride."

. . .

Somewhere in Deep Space

Two living souls, united purpose now, drifted between stars as they considered their next moves.

"You let your former comrade live." The woman, Benezia, said archly. "Was that some form of weakness?"

"No." the man, Saren, replied, his voice strained. "And now, he may be the least of our problems."

"Yes," Benezia said. "The geth have managed to identify the ship that intruded on our work. The Normandy. Under the command of Captain Anderson."

"And the beacon?"

"One of the humans may have used it."

Saren stood, growling, feeling the modifications his new master had bestowed on him make the action even more effortless than it had already been. Rage at the very name beat through him like pulsing lightning. He only barely managed to contain it as he stalked over to Benezia, coming nose to nose. "Then this human must be eliminated." he bit out.

"That can be arranged."

The voice was alien to them both, and they turned to see… something that looked humanoid stalking on long, almost skeletal limbs towards them.

"And who are you?" Saren said, stalking towards the being, and pausing before it as he realized it towered over him head and shoulders, its flesh seemingly halfway between meat and metal and its face nearly featureless save for a grinning mouth.

"I am one who has eyes and ears in many places," they said, looming over Saren and staring at him with strange, almost alien eyes. "The being you are looking for is one Commander Shepard. The one who pursues you now."

"Shepard…" Saren murmured. "The human soldier. He will be dealt with."

"And how, exactly, did you find your way on here?" Benezia asked.

"We are old compatriots, this one's kind and I." the being said, circling Saren and shrinking slowly as they did. "I am familiar with the siren songs you listen to."

Finally, they stopped shrinking at just a little above Saren's height. "But there are others who would throw down your plans as they seek to stop me. Perhaps we can make an accord."

It was silent for long moments, and even the atmosphere of the room seemed… confused. "And what would we gain should we accept your offer?" Benezia asked.

"The ability to be anywhere…" the being said, beginning to morph again and becoming a nondescript human woman. But the eyes, intent and almost amused, remained. "And anyone."

Saren looked at Benezia for a moment, then back at the being. "And who are you?" he asked.

The woman bowed. "I am Ka'rava, bio-machinist, and controller of this vessel. And I am ready to serve."
 
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Codex Entry 1: Asari Biology and Culture
The asari are a well-traveled race, owing to both their age as a spacefaring race and their unique biology which allows them to live for as long as 1,000 years.

Asari are a mono-gendered species of a kind that are wholly unique to the physiologists of other alien species, capable of shifting their physical appearance somewhat to adopt traits that they find interesting or desirable. Due to their contact with other gonochoristic species, their culture has shifted to reflect 'facets' of the world around them, with physical characteristics that match the three facets; Feminine, Masculine, and Neuter, with matching physical traits. Many asari prefer the feminine or neuter facets when interacting with the wider galaxy, reflecting the now feminine status of their oldest god Athame, though those showing masculine traits are not unheard of.

One of the most apparent factors of asari physiology is their ability to accept the genetic code of any race for the purpose of reproduction, 'melding' with genetic donors, regardless of their species or sex, to modify the genetic code and add it to their own, always producing an Asari child from the union. This process makes them one of the most prolific species in the galaxy, as well as potent biotics, due to the fine control that they have over their molecular biology. The leading belief is that this melding gives the child the best traits of the 'father', making it desirable to pursue relationships with other species. Relations where both parents of a child are Asari are known as 'still-blood' relationships, and are looked upon with some suspicion, even outright scorn at times, for supposedly not giving a child the best chance to diversify their genetic makeup.
 
Chapter 6: In the Ruins of Silent Titans

Chapter 6: In the Ruins of Silent Titans


SSV Normandy, March 17th, 2183

Commander Shepard and his crew were on their way at last, the relay sending them rocketing towards the relay closest to the Knossos system. As quick as the ship was, it would still take at least a day and a half, if not a little more than that to reach the planet where Doctor T'Soni was said to be on. Light could only go so fast, after all, and they were still a fair bit heavier than that while crossing the galaxy.

It gave plenty of time to Nate to engage in one of his preferred activities in these quiet spaces between actions; walking around his vessel. People often knew him as 'Walkabout' Shepard, for his predilection of exploring the ships he was stationed on. But he'd always liked to know how things worked, even as a kid on Mindoir. How the ship was controlled, how it powered itself, what fed its weapons and kinetic barriers out into the rest of the world. It gave him some sense of security, he'd found.

He'd talked to several psychologists as he'd grown up, both civilian and within the Alliance military, and most had pinned it to be a mechanism to control anxieties about his surroundings stemming from the chaos and darkness of the basement he and Allison had taken refuge in during the batarian attack on Mindoir. He, like they, saw little harm in continuing the practice, as long as it didn't pull him away from his other duties or impact his mental health significantly.

There weren't many places that he could go on a ship this small, though it certainly wasn't the smallest ship he'd been assigned to. But he was always drawn to the soothing hum of the engineering room. In another life, he might have been working alongside Daniel and Lieutenant Adams in here. But he had an aptitude for combat that had guided him into the combat engineer role in the Alliance Marines.

Stepping into the room, he took a second to close his eyes, listening to the pulsing thrum of the engine core as it carried them across the stars.

"Something I can help you with, sir?"

He opened his eyes to look at Lieutenant Adams, who looked over at him quizically, Specialist Duvinian, Daniel, and Eleanor looking over at him as well. "No need to worry about a surprise inspection. Carry on."

Adams nodded. "Do you… show up to these parts often, sir?" he asked.

"Apparently he likes to check whatever ship he's on thoroughly," Daniel replied with a slight grin. "It's a good thing he's good company to be around."

"I'll take your word for it, Theisman," Adams replied. "Duvinian, has he got that power surge under control like I asked you guys to fix, or was the wait for a conversation to finish?"

"It's under control for now, Lieutenant," Duvininan replied. "The problem is the stealth system tests, we think. It's not just storing excess heat, it's shunting all the energy we usually put towards other systems toward the stealth system itself and the power core. We might need to look at new power couplings if we use the stealth system for long enough."

Adams sighed. "The joys of previously theoretical technology. Someone had to have it be their headache. It just had to be us."

"Well," Nate said with a slight smile, "I've gone over the crew dossiers since we've left. You served on the deck of basically every kind of ship we've put out, and Captain Anderson hand-picked you from the Tokyo to serve here. If there's anyone I trust getting this system working, it's you and your crew."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, sir," Adams replied with a slight smile.

His gaze darted over to the door that Nate had entered the room from, and his eyes narrowed. "Excuse me…" Adams began to say with a weary sigh.

Nate looked over and saw Tali standing there, somewhat hesitantly. "My apologies, Lieutenant," she said to Adams. "I was simply looking for Commander Shepard."

"Come in," Nate replied, Tali stepping towards him. "What do you need?"

"I understand we've been busy getting underway," Tali began, her posture one of hesitation, "but I wanted to properly apologize for shooting you in the face. Even with you shrugging that off, that was hasty of me."

Nate nodded, noticing from the corner of his eye Adams' apparent befuddlement. "I appreciate the apology, Tali," he replied with a slight smile. "Though let's try not to make a habit of it, shall we?"

Tali was silent as she nodded. All he could really see were lit-up, pale eyes within her suit's mask, the rest of her face obscured either by opaque material or some other effect projected on. Nate idly wondered if she might have been blushing under there.

Then, Tali looked up at the power core, her eyes going wide. "And… did I hear that this ship has a stealth system?"

Adams sighed again, turning away as he muttered, "This is what we get for open access to the cargo bay…"

Nate, on the other hand, found his smile growing slightly. "I don't quite know how it works fully, but I can give you a layman's overview." he paused as he looked over at Adams. "Do you mind if I talk about the stealth system, Lieutenant?"

"If you say something too sensitive, Duvinian or me will tackle you," Adams said as he returned to a console. "Just think before you say anything."

Nate nodded. "Alright, Miss Tali." he began as he stood beside her. "The biggest part of stealth systems is that we can only mask emissions. I'm not sure what kind of media you have available to you, but the idea of a ship just magically disappearing from view isn't quite how it all works."

"Still a tall order," Tali remarked. "There's plenty of ways any ship could track you by emissions. EM transmissions, mass effect field ripples, and even excess heat is an issue. How does your system compensate for all that?"

"As far as I can tell, a series of internal heat sinks, power shunts, and a very finely tuned mass effect field generator." Nate paused. No one threatened to bowl him over. Yet. "Problem being, of course, you can only hold that sort of power inside for so long. If we go for more than a few hours, we risk cooking ourselves or short-circuiting some vital system."

"The power system does sound like it needs some sort of further work," Tali said, cupping the chin of her helmet. "What systems does the excess power go towards?"

"The stealth system itself requires the bulk of the power, and the mass effect drive and power core are designed to take on extra power loads under stealth conditions."

Tali hummed softly. "Not enough redundancy. If there was a way to spread out the power to other systems, I could give it a try. It would likely increase your time under stealth as well. By how much, I can't tell you at the outset."

Duvinian regarded Tali with slightly narrowed eyes. "We've spread out the power draw as safely as possible. There's nowhere else for it to go without frying systems or risking revealing us."

"There's being safe, and there's getting out of danger alive," Tali said, an almost challenging tone to her voice. "Any stealth system is a risk. Besides, I've worked on ships outside of any dock my entire life. If I'm going to be along, I might as well help where I can."

Duvinian regarded Tali for long moments, then looked at Daniel, Eleanor, and Adams. "Alright," she said slowly. "I'm sure you can guess that this is not going to be a quick process if we decide to try any of your modifications."

"There's no reason to rush something like this," Tali replied as she walked over to the group. "Could I get a look at what the power interlinks look like?"

"Well…" Duvinian looked over at one of the service hatches. "Theisman, follow after us."

"Yes, ma'am," Daniel replied, the conversation picking up again as Duvinian began to introduce Tali to the brand-new DXR-4716 power interlinks as they disappeared into the maintenance shaft.

"So, Commander…" Nate heard Adams say. "Are you sure about this? We can't exactly vet a quarian who's only just gotten on board. Can we be certain she won't accidentally cripple the ship?"

"Well, Lieutenant," Nate said with a quiet sigh, "I'd like to think that I'm a practical person. If the quarians are known for anything, it's their ingenuity in either keeping a ship running or making improvements to established hardware. If she can provide our ship with just that much more of an edge, it might make the difference in catching Saren off-guard or getting blown into plasma by his ship. Besides, she's under the supervision of two of our ship's engineers. I think they'll keep her from messing anything up too badly."

Adams nodded slowly. "For what it's worth, sir. I hope you're right."

He paused for a moment. "And what's this about her shooting you, if I may ask?"

Nate sighed quietly. He got the feeling he'd be explaining this one for a while.

. . .

Ashley took a seat at the table on the crew deck, tearing into the ration pack before her with practiced ease and putting a little water into the pocket with her food. It was interesting to be on ship detail, especially on a ship that was this… quiet.

Someone took a seat next to her. She glanced over to see Lieutenant Alenko. "Sir," she said as she broke the heating element in the ration pack, waiting for her lunch to heat up.

"Sergeant Williams," Kaidan replied, beginning to prepare his meal. "How's life on the ship treating you?"

"It's a little smaller in here than I'm used to," Ashley said with a shrug. "I only ever served on the von Braun for a little while before I was stationed on Eden Prime."

"That big, huh?" Kaidan said. "What were you doing on a carrier?"

"Mostly ship-to-ship boarding actions out in the Traverse, whenever pirates vessels or even task fleets struck out from the Terminus Systems."

"Sounds pretty exciting." Kaidan was silent for a moment. "Any particular ships stand out?"

"Well, there was one time when we had one of our squad members stomping cause a hull breach that had us putting emergency respirators on the captured crew. That was a mess of a vessel." Ashley replied.

As Kaidan's brow rose, another voice pipped up. "You talking about impound duty? Mind if I join in?"

Ashley looked over from Kaidan and felt her blood run just a little colder as Vakarian, Officer Vakarian, whoever the hell he was right now, sat down in front of them, tearing into an Alliance ration packet. "I hope this one has the little… chewy, sugary fruit pebbles," he said absent-mindedly as he looked through it. "Whatever they're called, they're good."

"I thought that sort of food would give you a stomachache," Ashley said, trying to keep the coldness from her voice. Specialist Duvinian she knew at least had a reason to be here, much as Ashley put up with it. But this deadbeat cop the Commander had decided to pick up from the street after one mission together… she just couldn't get it.

"You don't get far on the Citadel without a Larrison's Converter implant," Vakarian replied, pausing for a moment as he waited for his meal to heat fully. "You humans make it almost seem easy to just break a few laws when you come up with this sort of stuff. I can eat lo mein with my partner over a stakeout, he can eat turian rik'tivavi at my favorite restaurant… it's almost as good as medi-gel."

"I see," Kaidan said, his tone indicating he could feel the tension that had settled on Ashley. "So," he said to Vakarian, "you mentioned you were on impound duty?"

"For a little while there." Vakarian shrugged. "I don't think any of my ships would have been quite as big as Williams' would have been, but I've seen a few things in my time there. Creative smuggling compartments. Slaves off to batarian-run markets in the Terminus Systems. And some of the most gaudy, shitty decorations I think I'll ever see."

"You had batarian slaves running through the Citadel?" Ashley said incredulously. When it came to the batarians largely in general, and the Batarian Hegemony specifically, slaves were, in all terms, pretty low on the list of reprehensible accomplishments their people were known for.

"They never said anything officially about it, of course." Vakarian shrugged as he began to eat, those mandibles moving in time with his chewing. "Not that they really ever do. Or could anyway, after they walked out of the Citadel over human expansion into the Skyllian Verge."

Ashley hummed quietly. She knew her history. She didn't need a turian to teach it to her. So, she ate in silence. Kaidan, wisely, didn't try and break that silence at the moment. Vakarian, as well, seemed content to eat a meal that shouldn't have been his.

Finally, however, as they began to finish up, Vakarian fixed her with that stare that Ashley had always associated with predatory birds. "I might not have been a popular cop, but I was a good one, Sergeant Williams. You've got something to say to me. What is it?"

Her jaw clenched, and she almost felt… relieved. She could finally stop tip-toeing around the situation. "I don't trust you," she said.

Vakarian leaned back where he sat, idly chewing on a few of what, several centuries prior, would have been called Skittles. "I'm no psychologist, but why?" he said levelly.

"You weren't just a cop. You were a deadbeat one, who didn't care about the rules or any sort of command structure. A maverick on a military ship. And while I can't begrudge the Commander for a big heart, I can't let that big heart put this ship in any sort of danger." Ashley said, a harsh edge to her voice.

"I got it." Vakarian scoffed. "If you were going to be worried about anyone, it'd be the krogan brute of a mercenary we're rubbing shoulders with. If we don't give him a target soon, at least I won't rip up the bulkheads in frustration. And as much as the quarian is endearing, I can't help but feel uneasy about her poking around a ship that isn't older than my great-grandmother."

He leaned forward again. "But I don't think this is about the krogan or the quarian somehow, is it? You've got a question on your mind. One that I've heard before."

Ashley's fist clenched under the table. "Did you have any family in the First Contact War?"

Finally, it was out. And then, she thought she could see a gleam in the turian's eye. "Williams… that's right."

The words seemed to replace her blood with lava as she realized what he meant, churning through her veins and staining her face with magmatic intensity and making it almost difficult to hear the turian continue. "I did have family, parents and uncles and aunts, that were there at the Relay-314 Incident. Your grandfather is respected for his tenacity and wisdom, even if that came down to surrendering so that his men might live."

'How dare you bring Grandpa up like that!' she silently raged. "You might praise him for surrendering, but you didn't exactly give him a choice. And you don't get the picture of how it stained his entire family." she managed, somehow, to say without even so much as a quiver in her voice.

"Your people were taking completely unnecessary risks out there, Sergeant," the turian replied. "Seeing as we're talking about history, I'd encourage you to look up the Rachni War. We were opening mass relays, same as you, and found one that sent alien monsters crashing into Citadel space. It's the entire reason the krogans were uplifted, and then they started a war with us too. Trust me, what you were doing was dangerous, a complete violation of intergalactic law."

He stood. "I'll give you your space, Sergeant. Maybe we could meet each other on better terms later."

With that, he walked away, the magma in Ashley's veins cooling as she took measured breaths. "Damn it," she muttered quietly.

"I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather, Sergeant." Kaidan finally spoke up with a sober voice. "I wondered where the name was familiar."

Ashley was silent, and Kaidan continued into that silence. "For what it's worth… I think his reputation is a load of bullshit. Just because he was the first person to come up against an alien force and surrender to them doesn't mitigate the fact that he did his damnedest to save lives. I think he's a hero for that."

Ashley gave a choked chuckle. "Well, sir, at least I know you think that," she said, shaking her head slightly. She was quiet again for a moment, her gaze becoming pensive. "War is our scourge; yet war has made us wise…" she mused.

Kaidan arched a brow at the intonation of the words, measured as they were. "Is that a poem?" he asked.

The blush she gave him was a slight thing in comparison to before. "Yeah, it is. It's by a guy named Siegfried Sassoon, back in the 1900s of Earth history. It was a favorite of my grandpa's. It's basically what introduced me to poetry. The framed poem hanging over the fireplace…"

She shook her head. "I can't help but wonder if that line is actually true, sometimes."

It was silent between them for long moments as she grappled with her emotions.

. . .

A section of the cargo bay, for the moment, had been partitioned for quick and dirty bunks for what had been the Marines of the 232nd Brigade of the 2nd Frontier, at least until they could fully figure out who was bunking where and when.

The squad of soldiers was as at rest as a military group could be, checking weapons and armor, and chatting amongst themselves. Though some of their conversations were hardly ones that one would expect out of a bunch of Alliance grunts.

The little barracks fell silent as heavy footsteps approached before the light of the door was blocked out by a looming figure in scarlet red light armor.

Sergeant Korrapati looked at the krogan in the doorway with a cool, collected gaze. "Is there something you need?"

"If I am to go into battle at someone's side," Wrex replied gruffly, "then I want to know what my allies look like. You didn't exactly build this for krogans to step into. Come out and let me inspect you."

Korrapati looked over at the rest of the squad, silently conversing with them in a way that Wrex wouldn't be able to hear. "And what if we decide not to?" she asked.

"Then I go into battle without vital knowledge. Would you want to get into a fight without knowing who's friendly to you and what they're capable of?" Wrex said.

It was sound logic if nothing else. Korrapati nodded towards the door. "Come on. Let's not make the krogan cranky."

The squad made their way into the rest of the cargo bay, silently forming a line and standing at parade rest before Wrex, who stood head and shoulders over all of them. Even unarmed as he was, he cut an imposing figure as he slowly walked across the line, studying them intently, back and forth, back and forth.

"So," Private First Class Langley said as Wrex paused in front of her, brushing a strand of fire-red hair out of the way of brilliant blue eyes to better regard his deep red eyes, "what exactly are you getting out of a visual inspection? Wouldn't you want, I don't know… an actual conversation about our weapons? Training? Anything?"

"There's a lot you can tell by just looking at a warrior. The weapons and training are only an extension of them," Wrex replied before smiling slightly. "You've got a fiery spirit in you. You'll be fun to work with."

That was all he said as he walked away from her, Langley muttering something in German before PFC Ikari, who stood beside her, nudged her gently. He continued for a moment before pausing in front of two soldiers in particular, leaning forward slightly before taking a few sniffing breaths. His eyes narrowed. "You two aren't human."

"What makes you say that?" one of the soldiers in question asked, her brow arching slightly. If anyone were to look at her, they'd be hard-pressed to see what Wrex was talking about. She was Asian in appearance, with brown hair and equally brown eyes. Completely normal for a human.

"Humans all have a smell, even through whatever fake scents they wear," Wrex replied. "You two, though… you're close, but off just enough. Who are you?"

"Private Ayanami." was the only answer she gave, her tone cool and calm.

Wrex looked over to the man beside her. "And you?"

"Private Nagisa," he replied. Like Ayanami, he appeared Asian as well, with brown hair paired with black eyes. Whatever Wrex was smelling, it was something more than skin-deep.

Wrex hummed softly, looking over at the others he had passed. A few were looking at him before looking away from his gaze. Almost all of them betrayed a look, carefully hidden though it was, of… anxiety. Fear, perhaps?

'They're hiding something.' Wrex realized. What it might have been, well, that would be for Shepard to handle.

He walked over to Korrapati, pausing and studying her for a moment. His eyes met hers. A brilliant, almost emerald-like green. "Strange eyes," Wrex remarked. "Most humans I know don't have those."

"A genetic mutation from my homeworld," Korrapati replied. "Rare, but easily explained."

Wrex was silent for long moments as he considered Korrapati, who regarded him in turn. What he was looking for here, no one could really tell. "Alright," he finally said. "I got what I want. Go back to whatever you were doing."

He walked away, leaving the squad somewhat confused as they filed back into the little barracks.

"What the hell was that all about, Nyn?" Private Marlowe asked Sergeant Korrapati. "I mean, I get inspections, but this…"

"Perhaps it's a part of his culture," Korrapati replied. "The krogan people's way of ensuring that their compatriots won't stab them in the back."

"I wasn't aware the krogan had a culture like that," Marlowe replied as she sat down next to Privates Krishima and Yamagishi, starting the video game she had on her omni-tool again. "Aren't they supposed to be wandering mercenaries or something?"

"Well, Mariah," Private Horaki said meaningfully, fixing a gaze on her with brown eyes under brown hair in a braid, "Daniel did tell us that Wrex would be different."

Marlowe shrugged. "I guess so."

Ayanami looked concerned, her look shared with Nagisa. "Do you think he might go to Commander Shepard and expose us?"

"What's there to expose, Wondergirl?" Langley said. "He thought you smelled weird? You look completely human, Rei. There's no way you'll be pinned as anything but human. You too, Scribble."

"Even still," Korrapati said, drawing the attention of the rest of the squad to her, "there will come a time when our secret must be revealed. It is something we all must be prepared for."

The atmosphere became somewhat tense before Ikari shrugged. "Honestly, I'm ready for whenever that happens," he said. "We've been sneaking around enough, lying to everyone around us, on this chase already. It'll be good, for us and everyone else, to be open about what is threatening them."

"Then we must be prepared to fight the war that will come of all this," Korrapati said quietly.

. . .

Nate made his way to the helm of the ship, Joker at his station as always. The pilot glanced over at Nate as he stopped by his seat. "Hey there, Commander," he said glibly. "So, do you really want to know the ship better, or are you just a fan of pacing everywhere?"

As Nate arched a brow, Joker explained. "See, while I'm letting the ship take us to the Knossos system — which, by the way, the Council sent a text message saying that our resident asari Indiana Jones is on the planet of Therum — I need something to do up here. So, one of the things I was doing was flipping through camera feeds. I caught you going towards one of the weapons bays and followed your progress. You made a real clean sweep of the ship, sir."

"Thanks," Nate said somewhat hesitantly. "I don't see you around the ship often. Do you just prefer staying in the pilot's seat?"

Joker scoffed. "Well, even if I didn't love sitting in the pilot's seat as much as I do, it's kind of hard for me to get up and walk around anyway."

"Why's that?"

"I've got Vrolik's Syndrome. Can't blame you if you've never heard of it, because it's pretty rare. We still don't even know what causes it. Best guess any of the doctors I've seen is that it's some sort of genetic freakout caused by families undergoing long-term space travel. But it's treatable, at the very least. Even if it doesn't have a cure."

"And what is Vrolik's Syndrome?"

"Well, it's basically an inherent brittle bone disease you get at birth. Doctors classify my case as moderate to severe. I was born with fractures in my legs, my arms, my hips…I was breaking bones in the womb. If I'd gotten this even 50 or 60 years ago, I wouldn't have made it past the first year. Now, with the joys of modern science, I've been made a productive member of society."

"I'm surprised that they let you into the Alliance military, then," Nate replied. "If you're at risk of breaking a bone during a high-g maneuver…"

"Yeah, it was a real fight to get in," Joker admitted. "That I managed to get accepted was a miracle, and I'll completely admit that. Probably the worst time of my life, still."

Nate, being what the pilots and helmsmen of the Alliance military liked to call a 'ground pounder', still had some vague recollection of how pilot callsigns worked. "Is that how you got your nickname?"

Joker scowled for a moment. "Well, that's one way to think of it, yeah. I had a flight instructor at the academy who noticed I never smiled. She called me Joker, and the nickname stuck. Didn't make me stop working hard at it though, even if the world doesn't hand things to you for grinning like an idiot. By graduation, I was the best pilot in the academy. Better than the instructors, even."

By now, a seemingly signature grin had returned to his face. "You can guess who was smiling then. It wasn't the people who'd been beaten by a sickly kid with creaky legs."

"So you won't break your legs flying the ship, I'd hope," Nate said with a slight grin.

Joker rolled his eyes. "I don't fly this ship with my legs, Commander. As long as I'm sitting in this chair, I'm going to be just fine. I just have to be real careful when I get up and take a piss to make sure Doctor Chakwas doesn't catch me without my leg braces or crutches."

Before Joker could continue, he looked down at his extensive console. "We'll be dropping out of FTL over Therum in about 10 minutes, sir. I hope you're ready by then."

Nate turned away. "We'll let you know when we need to drop."

. . .

In the cargo bay several minutes later, next to the Mako IFV, Commander Shepard had an imaging drone hanging in the air between him and the gathered 'ground forces' that were the Marine complement, Kaidan, Ashley, Garrus, and Wrex. Daniel had been pulled away from Duvinian and Tali's side to be here due to his experience, slight though it was, with prothean tech, Eleanor replacing him in the guts of the ship.

The imaging drone displayed a hard-light map of a large area of the surface below them. Therum was a remarkably active planet geologically speaking, with several overt lakes of magma dotting the barren, rocky surface.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," Nate began, "Nova Yekatarinberg has pointed us in the general direction of where Doctor T'Soni went. Her dig site is in this area. Now, we're going to be dividing our ground complement into two forces. I would expect at least some enemy contact, as the doctor is the daughter of an associate of Saren's. It wouldn't surprise me if she's looking to secure her daughter, maybe tie up potential loose ends."

He scanned the group before him. "I will be leading Team Alpha in the Mako, and I'll have Lieutenant Alenko, Lieutenant Theisman, Mr. Vakarian, PFCs Langley and Ikari, and Privates Ayanami and Nagisa. We will be making our way towards T'Soni's location and extracting her. The rest of you will be led by Sergeant Williams in Team Bravo, circling in the Kodiak shuttle overhead to offer any support we might need, whether that's a combat drop or air support, and to ensure that Doctor T'Soni makes it to the Normandy if our ride is compromised."

"Any questions?" he asked.

A hand shot up from among the gathered marines. It was a little strange to him, but a part of him could figure out who it was. "Private Marlowe?"

"We still have arrestor packs available, right? D'ya think we could fit one on the krogan?" she asked, her tone entirely serious.

Wrex looked over at Marlowe. "I can make it just fine without one, kid. Just make sure I don't burn up in orbit."

Marlowe grinned. "Oh, you'll make a hell of a crater if we drop you then, won't you?"

Wrex grinned in turn, and Nate wondered if putting those two together was really a wise idea and how well she would get along with Joker when they met. Questions for later. "We should be over the drop site any minute now. Get to your assigned stations, and be ready to enter combat."

"Oorah!" was the cry given to him by the gathered marines, and the bay was a hive of activity for several moments as people put on helmets and went toward their assigned vehicles. Nate climbed into the side hatch of the Mako, the inside of the vehicle somewhat familiar with how cramped and utilitarian it was. The main seating area was low and a tight fit for six, with only the two seats nearest the pilot area getting any sort of headroom. It would have been an interesting challenge fitting any sort of krogan in here.

As he climbed into the driver's seat, Kaidan followed after him, sitting in the shotgun seat, as the others filed in from the rear hatch. As Nate began starting the engines and other systems, going through a checklist on his omni-tool, Kaidan looked over at him with a patient, somewhat amused expression. "I didn't know you were certified as a Mako driver, sir," he said.

Nate was silent for a moment as he booted up the vehicle's onboard Virtual Intelligence, or VI, a highly specialized intelligence model that was still safely in the zone below any true artificial intelligence. "Technically, I'm not," he admitted. "But I got some driving experience on Elysium and some other shore leaves, and I spent time doing field repairs on it when I was on the Ben Davis. I think I can find my way around."

"I'll take what confidence I can from that explanation, sir," Kaidan replied with a slight smile as he considered the gun controls for the 155mm turret on the top of the IFV.

Nate grabbed the wheel, considering the pedals at his feet. Right internal for acceleration, left internal for braking, and both external pedals, narrow and comparatively far to the sides, for micro-jet thrusters. Easy enough.

He opened a comms channel to the Kodiak that would be accompanying them. "Williams, everyone ready to go?"

"The krogan is taking up enough space for three people, but otherwise, we're good to launch on your mark," Ashley replied.

"Good copy," Nate replied. "We'll operate on this channel, 23.19. Normandy will be on channel 24 even. You'll be leaving the bay 30 seconds after we do. Let's avoid crashing into each other."

"Copy that," Ashley said. "See you planetside."

Nate switched to the Normandy's channel. "Joker, we're ready to drop. Get us to about a 50-meter height and we'll take it from there."

"You got it, sir," Joker replied. "I see you also like to live dangerously."

"Well, Joker," Kaiden chimed in, "he's not an international man of mystery just yet. And maybe we should keep it that way."

Nate, puzzled, looked over at Kaidan as Daniel, of all people, began to chuckle. He shook his head. He'd ask after the mission. Right now, there was a mission to complete, the cargo bay doors opening towards a ruddy, clouded sky on the display screens. "Prepare for drop," Joker chimed in.

Nate watched as the ground, barren and rocky with a deep red, almost rust-like hue, came into sight. "Here we go," he said, as much to himself as to his passengers, and stepped on the gas.

The Mako roared to life, finding traction on the metal deck after a second and soaring out of the bay into the open air. Nate found the drop rather… exhilarating. But, even still, they needed to land without becoming a fine paste inside the vehicle. After a second or two, he kicked on the micro-jets, eight small, yet remarkably powerful thrusters on the sides of the vehicle slowing their descent until they impacted the ground, the rather robust suspension causing them to bounce once before coming to a stop.

They idled there for several seconds, most of the passengers groaning to some extent or another. "I hope that doesn't become a habit," Garrus said as he shook his head.

"Points for speed, though," Ikari replied. "I think that's one of the fastest deployments I've ever done."

Nate smiled slightly. Not bad for a first time. "Let's get going."

With that, he accelerated out of the dead-end valley they were in, rolling alongside a river of magma. It was largely silent for a little while. Then, the comms chimed in. "Commander," Joker said, "sensors are picking up some weird readings. Really weird readings. Off the damn charts kind of weird. It looks like they're coming from an underground complex a few klicks away from your position."

"Patch the readings through to us," Kaidan replied. "We'll follow the breadcrumbs."

"Good copy, Hansel," Joker replied. "Sending you… hold on. I've got several bogeys coming your way. Identifying them now."

The Mako's sensors began to beep at them as a ship passed overhead, largely purple with smooth curves and lines, a 'head' suggesting something like a truncated reptile or bloated bug. "Conforming those are geth dropships!" Joker said as the ship dispensed two large, folded-up objects in their path before flying away. Objects that unfurled into pale white quadrupedal walkers with a glowing 'eye' that began shooting plasma at them.

"Hang on!" Nate said as he began to swerve the Mako out of the way of the shots. "Kaidan, light them up!"

Kaidan answered by sending a hail of metal from the coaxial machine gun, whittling down the barriers on the leading walker as they blazed past it, Nate looping around as its barriers popped. The main gun thrummed as it fired, a buzzing growl preceding the armature flying back as so much scrap from the impact.

Nate braked hard into a turn, the wheels skidding as he turned the Mako to face the remaining armature, giving Kaidan a chance to fire for a few moments before gunning it towards the mech, kicking on the booster engines on the rear of the vehicle.

"Commander…" Kaidan said warningly, even the armature seeming to hesitate. Then, at the last moment Nate could manage, he slammed down the booster pedals, lifting the Mako up… and over the armature, slamming down into the dirt and causing a plume of it to billow up around the Mako.

"Take it out!" Nate said firmly, the turret swiveling around and firing one, then two main cannon shots.

It was silent for a moment as the dust began to clear, the cameras mounted on the back still obscured… then, showing the mangled heap of metal and sparking machinery that had been the armature.

"Of all the things I figured you for, Commander," Garrus called from the passenger compartment, "a speed demon was not one of them."

"It's not every day that I get to go driving in something like this. You've gotta have fun when you can, after all," Nate said with a smile as they got going up the road, crossing over the magma river on a rocky natural bridge.

"Heads up, Commander," Korrapati's voice cut in. "That dropship landed a squad of geth infantry and several heavy turrets in front of the gate you're about to reach."

"Good to know," Nate replied as he pressed the brakes, gently rolling up the slight hill and pausing right at the bend that led to the gate. "They've got the place pretty well locked down, it looks like," he said, peering at the radar readout, and the several red diamonds that surrounded the gate.

"There's another path we can take beside us," Kaidan mentioned as he zoomed the radar display out. "It should get around the worst of the defenses."

"Yes," Garrus said, "I don't think we have time to waste fighting every geth we see instead of finding Doctor T'Soni."

"Let's get going then," Nate said, turning the Mako into the shortcut.

And so they continued their rather dangerous trek, sweeping through what pockets of resistance there were, armature and infantry-bot alike. Sometimes, the ride was darkened as they passed through artificial tunnels running through otherwise impassable cliff faces. There were signs of industry scattered about, several nominally abandoned mining camps serving as little barnacles of heavy resistance that were, eventually, swept aside.

Soon enough, however, they came to a craggy rift in a wall that was too narrow for the Mako to pass through. Nate parked the Mako, then looked back at the others. "Time to dismount. We're on foot from here."

"Hopefully we aren't too far from where we need to go." Private Nagisa replied as they began to file out of the rear hatch.

"We're about half a kilometer away from the site of the readings Normandy picked up," Nate replied as he set the VI to sentry mode before exiting himself.

As he stepped onto the hard ground, the filters only mostly keeping the tang of sulfur and what were likely other gasses from seeping through his helmet. Before they moved, he keyed the Kodiak circling above. "Bravo, this is Alpha. Do you see anything waiting for us at the top of this hill?"

"We'll circle around, get a good look," Korrapati replied. It was silent for a moment. "Look's like you've got a light walker up ahead. Want us to take care of it?"

"We'd certainly appreciate a heavy gun in the mix, seeing as the Mako can't go any further," Nate said. "Give'em hell."

The squad made their way into the twisting, maze-like canyon stretch, most only glancing up for a second as they heard the Kodiak quietly roaring overhead, its guns twin growls as the site before them went up in a drumbeat of explosive power for several seconds.

"Target eliminated," Ashley said with no small amount of satisfaction. "If there's anything still walking around down there, you should be able to deal with it. Want us to land when you've secured the area?"

Nate paused at a bend, watching as several geth infantry-bots turned and retreated towards the small outpost that Bravo had just lit up. He waited for a moment as he considered. "Keep circling for now." he finally said as they began to move up. "Keep an eye on us as we descend. There's likely a way down if Doctor T'Soni found the ruins here. If someone tries to sneak up behind us, let them get in a little ways, then land and follow them in. If we can trap whoever tries to sneak up on us, the fight will be over in moments."

"Bold move, Shepard." Wrex was heard to say. "Hope you've got the quad to make it work."

"We can make it work," Nate said firmly as they emerged into the rather ruined outpost's grounds. The guns had done their work, mangled, smoking metal and the sparking remains of those geth units caught in the crossfire making the air click and crackle like a malfunctioning metronome.

The ruins were attended by about half a dozen geth that had been stationed at the maze. And, emerging from the ruins…

The three armatures were geth, there was no question about that, but where the usual geth infantry was clearly artificial, bipedal, armored, and metallic, these ones were… sinuous, muscley, almost as if someone had skinned one of the geth. They moved on all fours with a fluidity and grace that seemed almost impossible for the other geth, their shifting heads lending them an inquisitive air.

One of these stalking geth spotted them, the others turning to face them. The fight was on.

Langley and Nagisa immediately threw up biotic barriers, the colors shifting prismatically as geth plasma rounds hit them. The squad ducked into the proffered cover in short order, sending fire and drones downrange at their enemies.

As useful as it was, however, the action marked Langley and Nagisa as targets. One of the sinuous geth, its gray and black skin glowing with an inner blue light, pointed at Langley as it finished leaping from one perch to another. The kinetic barriers overlaying her flash brightly before vanishing, Langley only able to offer a startled yelp before another flexile geth launched… something from a nozzle in its face, smacking her in the shoulder with enough force to send her to the ground.

Her armor began to smoke, and she began to shout in pain, as her biotic barrier wavered, then vanished.

'Damn it!' Nate thought as they huddled behind Nagisa's barrier, the regular geth infantry now well into cover. They were clustering around the remains of a large storage container. If they could…

"Commander!" Kaidan shouted, drawing Nate towards a stone tower that the man sent a wave of gravitic power through, the wild energy lifting the stone free for a moment before it landed with a remarkably heavy thump. "Throw it!"

That was a tall order, but it was crazy enough that the geth might not expect it. He reached out, feeling the wave of dark matter energy crackling through his body like a bolt of melodic lightning before it blazed out from his outstretched fingertips, wrapping around the boulder as superficial cracks formed from the strength.

He could feel the weight of it through the connection, straining his mind to lighten the load just enough…

The boulder moved, scraping forward for a moment before it flew, obscuring the sun for brief moments as it soared into the container, blowing through it, and the geth behind it, as if it were a strong wind.

Langley, back on her feet with pitted armor and what was surely a grimace of pain, reached out toward the offending flexible geth that had struck her and lifted it with gravity into the air, the flailing armature now an easy target. The process repeated again, and again until, at last, it was silent again.

"What the hell were those?" Ikari asked. "Are they more advanced geth?"

"We could take one of them aboard," Daniel replied. "Maybe Tali could give us some insights."

"Not a bad idea," Nate replied. "Tag one of them for later. In the meantime, let's get down to the dig site."

The path down, somewhat unsurprisingly, was a massive shaft with a tubular metal gate to their right, a ramp leading up to the opening. Nate keyed the comms for the ship. "Normandy, this is Alpha lead. We're going into the earth. Expect no clear communications from us until we get a clear signal."

"Copy that, Commander," Joker replied. "See you topside."

As they walked up the ramp, Kaidan looked over at Nate. "I gotta say, I'm impressed," he said. "I'll admit, I was having some second thoughts about that boulder."

Nate's brow furrowed behind his helmet. "What do you mean?"

"I was running on instinct when I cut into that rock," Kaidan admitted. "I made it large enough for an L2 to lift and throw. I wondered if I made it too big. But even still, you managed it. For an L3, you're pretty damn powerful."

As they reached the door and opened it, Nate thought he could hear Kaidan murmuring something, likely to himself. "I wonder what he might have thought of that."

"What was that?"

Kaidan's head whipped back around to him. "It's…" he trailed off and sighed. "It's a complicated story for when we're back on the Normandy. Let's make sure the good doctor gets to safety."

Thus, the squad went down, and down, and down a long slope. After long moments of walking, they emerged into a vast, well-lit cavern, their path now a winding trail of scaffolding. Their path, thankfully, seemed to be clear. They must have drawn out whatever forces were in here with their close air support.

As they made their way into the complex proper, Daniel hummed softly. "This cave… most if it isn't excavated. I think it formed around these ruins afterward."

"Gotta wonder what the world must have looked like, then," Langley said offhandedly. "Maybe it looked a little better than it does today."

They made their way towards an elevator, finding what must have been the prothean structure in question, oval recesses or windows leading into its interior blocked by bright blue kinetic barriers. As Daniel said, the great, square-tiled structure seemed to meld into the rock, going down for what seemed like miles.

As they reached the elevator, Langley looked over the side, then over at Ikari. "Hey, Shinji. Dare you to spit over the side." Ikari was silent in his reply, save perhaps for a roll of his eyes behind his helmet.

They entered the elevator and waited out the rather remarkably long ride down. As they emerged they slowly made their way across yet more scaffolding, more of the massive prothean structure in view. "Y'know," Kaidan remarked, "I can't help but look at this thing and see a tiled bathroom floor."

"It's been ages since I've seen one of those," Nate admitted.

"Those are some strange-looking bathroom tiles, then," Garrus said as they found their way to yet another elevator.

Another long ride down awaited them, but as they reached the bottom, one of the rails began to spark as the car began to shudder, the scaffolding that surrounded them becoming more twisted and wrecked. They must have been getting close.

"Weapons up," Nate said as the doors opened to a ruined catwalk. "There might still be some trouble down here."

As warranted as their caution was, their descent from the ruined catwalk to the stone below was left unchallenged. "Spread out," Nate said. "Maybe there's some way to access the structure that we can find out here."

In the moments after, they weren't all that successful in finding anything that might have looked like, or even was tangentially related, to an 'off switch'. Nate, Daniel, Kaidan, and Garrus did, however, find who they were looking for.

"Uh… hello?" a voice, feminine, called out from one of the alcoves. "Can somebody help me? Please?"

As Nate and the rest of his team approached, they found, as expected, a feminine asari, dressed in a green and white, gloved uniform. She sighed in obvious relief, looking expectantly at them with bright, pale blue eyes. "Can you hear me out there? I'm trapped. I need help!"

"We can hear you, doctor," Nate replied, looking around before he took off his helmet. "Is there a way to turn this off from our side?"

"Probably not, no." Liara T'Soni admitted. "It's a prothean security device, so I doubt they installed a shutdown switch on the outside. And, as you can plainly see, I can't exactly reach the off switch from where I am."

Kaidan walked up beside Nate, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "Are you sure we can trust her, sir? She's still Matriarch Benezia's daughter. We might have fought through security instead of a kidnapping."

"Only one way to find out," Nate replied before turning his focus back to Liara. "Your mother is working with the rogue Spectre Saren. Who's side are you on?"

Liara, even through the rippling of the kinetic barriers, was obviously immensely puzzled. "Side? What are you talking about? And my mother working with a rogue Spectre? Is that… even possible? I haven't even spoken with my mother in years!"

"I think she's good," Nate said quietly to Kaidan, who nodded and stepped back.

"Alright," he said to Liara, "stay calm. We'll find a way to get to you."

"Thank you," Liara replied. By this point, the others in the squad had made their way over to them as she continued. "There's a control beside me. It's how I activated the barriers. But you'll have to find another way inside to reach it. I have to admit… I'm not sure how you'll get past the defenses."

"We'll find a way," Nate said firmly. "It might just get a little… shaky in here."

"Do try your best to preserve the structure." Liara fretted. "It's more ancient than any of us, and I'd still like to see what secrets it still holds."

"I can't guarantee that, doctor," Nate replied. "I'm sorry."

With that, the squad stepped away from Liara, looking around the rather spacious cavern. "Alright," Daniel said, "what are our assets?"

"Unfortunately," Garrus said, "I don't think we're carrying enough explosives to breach the wall beside the doctor."

"What about that?" Private Ayanami said, pointing to a large piece of machinery. It looked as though it had been propped up on legs, but whatever attack had come through here had sent it to the ground. Aimed underneath the alcove where Liara was. "Perhaps it's some sort of mining equipment we could take advantage of?"

"Well, let's find out," Nate replied, making his way over to a control panel next to the machine.

It was easy to access the controls, and Nate scanned the specifications with an intent eye. "We're in luck. We've got an industrial-grade mining laser here. Looks like we have… a little over a petajoule of sustained maximum power."

Daniel whistled softly. "As much as I'd hate to damage a ruin like this, it'll probably be the quickest way in."

"Well, as the saying goes," Nate said as he began the activation process and manual safety override, "better to ask forgiveness than permission. Get back."

The rest of the squad began to back away as Nate set the laser to 'wide-bore' and threw the switch, as it were.

In an instant, a shaft of blazing white light flashed on like a deadly spotlight, the ground around where it impacted glowing red, then white as the stone melted, then vaporized. Thus it was for long, almost agonizing seconds before the beam finally shut down, several clunks and cracks within the machine itself telling Nate that it probably wasn't going to be used again anytime soon.

Nate and the others waited for a moment as they watched the ground cooling, waves of heat only somewhat obscuring the alcove that was directly beneath Liara's. If there had been a barrier there, the melted bottom edges of the structure made sure it wouldn't be appearing anytime soon.

"Was that the mining laser?" Liara said incredulously. "Oh, goddess… well… I guess it can't be helped."

Their passage having sufficiently cooled, allowed the squad to step through, coming to a console on what appeared to be an elevator platform. Nate took a look at the hard light display, then glanced back at Daniel. "Want to give this a try?"

"Let's see what I can do…" Daniel said as he made his way to the front, studying the control panel for a moment before slowly reaching out and touching it.

As his finger brushed the rectangular slab of green hard light, it flowed up to a flat metal plate above it and unfurled, showing the tower that they stood in, different alcoves depicted as outlines, the one they must have been in front of filled in with light.

Daniel tapped the alcove above the glowing one. As they slowly began to ascend, Langley looked over at Daniel. "So," she said, a grin evident in the tone of her voice, "have any visions related to transportation?"

"Not yet," Daniel replied offhandedly as they rose to Liara's alcove, stopping. "I'll let you know when I learn about the transit apocalypse."

Nate made his way over to Liara's side, to the console on her right, as she looked over at him with resignation. "If there was a way to free me without damaging a timeless, priceless relic of an ancient civilization…" she sighed quietly. "Well, I suppose I wouldn't be in this situation, would I?"

Nate waved Daniel over once again. "We have to get you out of here before more geth arrive."

"Yes, you're right." Liara nodded slightly. "As fascinating as it is to see geth beyond the Veil for the first time since before I was born, I think I've seen more than enough today."

She nodded slightly over to the console Nate and Daniel stood in front of. "The button farthest from you, the one pulsing green and blue. That should deactivate the security system holding me."

"How unusually simple for prothean tech," Daniel said, pressing the button in question.

The bubble around Liara buzzed with building intensity, then simply vanished from existence, unceremoniously dumping Liara onto the floor. She picked herself up and dusted herself off perfunctorily, and turned to face her liberators. "Thank you."

"Any idea how we might be able to get out of here?" Garrus asked.

"The elevator you got on should link up to a larger one that can take us to the surface," Liara replied. "It'll be a tight squeeze for a moment, but that should pass."

She was entirely correct, the squad moving to the center of the now quite large platform that had crates scattered about it as Liara paused at a console. After a moment, she sighed heavily, turning back to Nate. "I… I still can't fully believe all this. Why would the geth come after me? What does Benezia have to do with it?"

"Those are all good questions," Nate replied, unholstering a pistol he'd brought along. "But right now, we focus on getting you out of here. Because there's something me and Lieutenant Theisman need."

"What is it?" Liara asked as Nate held the pistol's grip out to her, and she took it hesitantly, as if holding one of the artifacts she usually worked with.

"Both he and I were given a… message by a prothean artifact found on Eden Prime. We were told you'd be able to help decipher what's in our minds."

Liara's brows rose. "A message from the prothean people?" she stammered slightly, a blush coming to her cheeks. "I-I'd be happy to help."

"Another part of why you're so important is that Saren's searching for a prothean object called the Conduit," Kaidan added. "Being an expert on protheans, we figured you might be able to point us in the right direction before he gets you to do the same."

"The Conduit?" Liara began.

Before she could continue, a rumble of moving earth rippled through the tower. It passed after only a moment. "What the hell was that?" Nagisa asked.

"The mining laser must have triggered some sort of seismic activity," Liara said, turning to the elevator console behind her and typing on it with one hand. "The ruins needed a lot of stabilizing to be accessed."

After a moment, the elevator began to rise as Ayanami ran Liara through a quick gun safety pointer. "Can we get a signal down here?" Nate asked.

Liara gave a quick nod, and Nate called the Normandy. "Joker! We're emerging on the surface shortly. We're going to need a quick evac as soon as you can make it!"

"Aye, Commander," Joker replied, all business, "secure and heaving to. ETA 8 minutes."

"Hell of a margin for error," Kaidan remarked.

"Bravo, this is Alpha lead," Nate pressed on regardless, switching channels, "we'll be emerging onto the surface soon. There should be an opening where we'll emerge. If you feel confident, drop in as soon as we open the way."

"Copy that," Ashley replied. "Be advised, a hostile squad entered the complex and is headed your way. They might stop your elevator. We'll land and close them in."

Nate closed the link, looking over at Liara as she adjusted her grip on her pistol again. "First time with a gun?" he asked quietly.

Liara nodded silently, fear shining through her eyes.

"Don't worry about shooting if you don't need to," Nate said as calmly as he could. "If I need to protect you, I'll throw a biotic barrier in front of you."

Liara smiled slightly. "Oh, good. I can manage biotics myself if need be."

Then, their platform stopped at an upper level, still some ways away from the surface, as the barriers around them flickered out.

The squad took cover as best they could, Nate sticking with Liara as she cowered behind one of the consoles. He peeked around the console to see several geth surrounding a large krogan in silver armor with an uncovered head of vibrant green skin. In one hand, he casually held a shotgun. In the other… was an intricately carved metal hammer that would likely have made Thor jealous. 'That's going to hurt when he gets close.' Nate mused grimly.

The krogan paused where he was as the geth spread out. Behind them were other soldiers. Humanoid, wearing…

Nate recognized that armor, the specialized two-visored helmets, and he fought to keep himself above the now-roiling tide of rage, memory, and all-too-suffocating fear as his mind named the newest foes they faced. 'Batarians…'

The krogan seemed to be in charge, stepping forward one more time. "Surrender," he called out. "Or don't. It'll be more fun that way."

"There's no time for this," Nate tried. "The ruins are falling apart. You keep us here, we both die."

"It's exhilarating, isn't it?" the krogan grinned. "Now, hand over the doctor, with our thanks for clearing the way. You might even get to live afterward."

'Whatever you want," Liara called out, Nate impressed by the firmness of her voice, "you're not getting it out of me."

"I think she's made it clear where she wants to go," Nate said.

"Cute," the krogan said as another rumble, somewhat stronger this time, made the room shake, "but Saren wants her. And Saren gets what he wants."

He hefted the hammer as he advanced. "Kill them, and spare the Asari. If she dies though, it is how the bullet flies."

The soldiers advanced, the krogan beginning to charge. "Bravo, now!" Nate shouted into a link.

The world became a hail of gunfire and biotics, Nate focussing what fire he could on the krogan before gathering his strength into a biotic throw aimed squarely at the krogan's chest. It sent his foe flying back, the krogan landing on his feet and stumbling back for a second before steadying himself.

The krogan tried to charge again, but as Nate noticed from the corner of his eye Liara stretching out her hand, a tiny point in space became deepest red… before an ungodly tearing sound preceded a sphere of blackest black, drawing the krogan back once again as crates, geth, and batarians began to collide into each other, the krogan standing strong against the whirlpool grasp. At last, however, Liara let the singularity go, bodies and boxes tumbling to the floor behind the krogan, seemingly unfazed.

The krogan grinned, raised his shotgun…

Then from behind him, several shotgun blasts rang out, drawing everyone's attention to the crimson krogan that bowled over the remaining trio of batarian soldiers.

As the rest of the squad filed in and caught the enemy in a vise, Wrex charged towards the krogan, letting his shotgun likely cool down as the enemy krogan began to sweep out his hammer.

Wrex took a knee, letting the blow clatter off of his domed armored shell, raising to land a solid uppercut, supercharged with biotic power, on the krogan's chin.

He stumbled back, swinging his hammer wildly in front of him as he struggled to get his shotgun out in front of him. Wrex stepped into a swing of the hammer, catching it under his arm as he aimed a shotgun that was heavier than some squad-carried heavy weapons squarely at the dazed krogan's head and fired again and again, breaching barriers, then flesh, then bone and brain.

Finally, the noise of it all stopped, and the krogan, his silver armor around his stump of a neck now splattered with red, fell back as his weapons slipped out of his corpse's hands.

And thus, the fight was over, those involved emerging from cover to get a feel of the scene. Many were drawn to the dead krogan, and the hammer that Wrex now picked up. He studied it intently, then dropped it next to the corpse. "Good fight, Lukotz Gurul." was all that Wrex said before turning and leaving.

Marlowe, curious, picked up the hammer, took a quick scan of it with her omni-tool, and placed it back, turning to see Nate hoisting a batarian corpse over his shoulder. The action caught everyone off guard. "Uh, sir…" Ashley began as the cavern began to shudder again, the worst shaking so far.

"No questions right now," Nate said, a bite to his voice that no one there had heard before. "Move!"

The rumbling only intensified as they all beat a hasty retreat from the ruins, the walls and ceiling crumbling down around them, the dashing becoming panicked for some as they sprinted up the long, upward tunnel…

And into the open air, the squad slowing down one by one as a plume of dust rose from the entrance like the breath of a dying dragon.

It was still for a moment before Marlowe looked over at Wrex. "So, big guy," she said between panting breaths, "was all that finery on that hammer just his name?"

Wrex pulled off his helmet, gulping in one deep breath, then another, before looking over at Marlowe. "That was not a simple engraving," he said firmly. "That was his steel chronicle. An heirloom passed from parent to child detailing family history, great feats, and honored ancestors, etched on any weapon that's important to the family. Now, his chronicle is at an end."

"Come on," Nate said, walking back to the shuttle with the dead batarian. "Let's pick up the geth unit and get out of here."

As they walked towards the shuttle, Daniel peeling off with Ikari to go get the geth unit in question, Garrus chuckled.
"Something funny?" Wrex asked archly.

"It just figures most of your writing happens on your weapons," Garrus replied. "Probably the only time you mercs decide to write."

"Careful, uksalki," Wrex said with a slight grin. "We're actually starting to work as a team. I'll be a part of the squad spirit, and it might get a little cranky hearing that."

Garrus was silent for a moment, then looked away. "Spirits… just what I needed."
 
Chapter 7: Lunacy

Chapter 7: Lunacy


Aboard the SSV Normandy, 3 Hours Later

Nate felt… lonely in the captain's quarters. He wondered for a moment if Captain Anderson ever felt the same.

They weren't spacious by any means, but it was a desk with two consoles and twin cots pushed into something that vaguely resembled a bed. With the included privacy measures, it made it a sanctum for anything that he needed to do away from prying eyes.

Even still, the silence that surrounded Nate as he took his call was alien to him. But he'd probably have to get used to it. Right now, he focused on the screen that showed Captain Anderson, sitting in the human embassy on the Citadel.

Anderson's expression was drawn tense over his face. "And you're absolutely sure that they're from the Hegemony?"

"I'm sure, sir," Nate said. "They were on Elysium, and they were here, too. I'd never be able to forget them."

There were four scars on Nathaniel Shepard's face from his time on Elysium. One above his left temple, one under his right, the third on his left cheek, and the last on his right cheekbone. All had come from incoming weapons fire. They made for good camera fodder, but all they did was remind Nate of who had plagued him since Mindoir. They seemed to burn now as he spoke.

"Not just batarian military, either." Nate continued. "I did some digging after Elysium. The armor there, and the armor here, matches the records on their Special Intervention Unit to a tee."

"Batarian special forces…" Anderson cupped his chin thoughtfully. "There's no way to reach them, and they'll officially deny any involvement even if we could, but them being there is a clear message that they've noticed Saren's attacks on Council-related colonies. And now's as good a time as any to get in a free hit."

Anderson nodded. "When you make it back here, make sure the corpse is ready for the Council to view. They'll want to know about this. In the meantime, however…"

"What is it?"

"There's something that's come up on Luna," Anderson said after a moment of looking around himself. "I was asked to inform you, but Admiral Hackett wants to talk with you further about it. I've been told that it should be quick, shouldn't pull you away from hunting Saren for too long. But the Admiral will let you know the details."

Nate nodded somewhat hesitantly. "I'll get in touch with him as soon as possible."

"Good to know," Anderson said. "And Shepard."

"Yes?"

"I know what this discovery means to you. The sort of things it digs up. Do what I know you do best, Shepard; focus on what matters. We can deal with the batarians later. We need to deal with Saren now."

Nate nodded. The batarians might have burned at him, but he was a soldier. And he wasn't an N7 on any sort of merit as a loose cannon. "Yes, sir."

"Good. I'll talk to you when you arrive at the Citadel. Good luck."

With that, the screen went blank, and Nate stared at it for a moment before breathing deeply as he put his head in his hands. Tonight, it was going to be hard to sleep. He needed to talk with someone closer. Someone who was, at the moment, remarkably far away.

He keyed in the comms number almost by instinct at this point and waited with bated breath as the channel began to connect.

Finally, flashing onto the screen, a woman with gray eyes, a well-defined, somewhat round face with a button nose that mom always said was cute, and a brand new shade of red hair, looked down and had her eyes light up. "Nate!"

Nate couldn't help but smile. "Hey, Allie. How are you?"

Allison Shepard shook her head in amazement. "I'm fine. You… god, the things I've heard about you in the last day or two. They made you a Spectre?"

Nate nodded. "Yeah." his smile shrank. "After Eden Prime. Have you heard anything about that yet?"

Allison's own expression darkened. "Yeah. Geth turning the people into freaky zombie-like… things. The capital completely destroyed. What no one's been able to tell us is… why?"

Nate took a deep breath. "There's a rogue Spectre named Saren. He attacked the colony to get at a prothean beacon that got dug up. It…"

He paused and shook his head. "Hell, I can't blame you if you don't believe what I'm about to say next, Allie, but… we found the beacon, and it gave me… a vision."

Allison's eyes went wide. "A vision?" she said quietly. "They can do that?"

"This one could. And the vision me and another man saw was… dark. A warning. Something's coming. Something that even the protheans were afraid of. I'm still trying to figure it out."

Allison was silent, pensive. Then, she nodded. "Well, if there's anyone that they could have on this chase you're on, then I think they picked the right person for it. I mean, you threw the batarians at Elysium out on their asses. What's this Saren bastard going to be able to do?"

"Throw more batarians at me, for one," Nate said grimly. "I've got one from the planet I was just on in cold storage in my medbay."

Allison's jaw clenched, and it still broke Nate's heart to see the spark of fear fighting to replace the bravado in his little sister's eyes. "They're after you?" she asked.

"Hell, who knows at this point?" Nate shrugged. "But enough of that. Where are you right now? It's been ages since we've been able to touch base like this."

"Still on the Cape Town, for now at least," Allison replied, smiling slightly before giving him a somewhat dramatic pout. "She's a hell of a ship. But I'm going to be leaving her soon."

"Why's that?" Nate asked as she grinned at his rather well-hidden (to him at least) confusion.

Allison's smile disappeared. "I'm headed to the Citadel. I've been hand-picked to be part of a security team for Ambassador Udina. Makes me wonder if being related to you had anything to do with it."

Nate blinked in surprise, Allison's grin returning somewhat at the action. "Are they really that worried?"

"They didn't tell you about the foiled assassination attempt, then," Allison said with a quiet sigh. "Apparently, some volus by the name of Barla Von tipped off C-Sec on a plot to kill Ambassador Udina, maybe even some of the Council members. That got nipped in the bud pretty quickly."

That a volus, one of a rather short, rotund, envirosuit-bound people largely concerned with commerce, had so big a heart, and so well-connected a network, to hear about something like that, piqued Nate's interest. A line of thought to pursue later, though, he thought as he grew a grin of his own. "So you'll be paling around the Citadel while I go and do the dirty work and get shot in the face. Lucky you."

Allison chuckled. "Hey, I thought that you'd prefer that over the chance of having someone shoot you in the back. At least back then, I only had an air rifle and you had some pretty thick clothing."

Nate chuckled softly at the childhood memory. "If you're looking to commiserate with someone over that, I'd talk to Nihlus. He's the Spectre who was going to train me, and he was Saren's friend before he nearly killed him. Tell him I wish him well if you see him before I do."

A brow quirked on Allison's face. "I'll see what I can do if I find him."

"And hey," Nate said, "I'll be on my way back to the Citadel pretty soon, too. We'll see each other then." he paused for a moment. "And then I can introduce you to the woman who shot me in the face before joining my team."

Allison's eyes went wide. "What the fuck…"

Then, she laughed. "Come on! Just cause you're my older brother doesn't mean you need to one-up me in everything. Let me have something for once, will you?"

"Well, I'll give you partial credit for saving the universe, but I don't know how much more I can do beyond that," Nate said sardonically.

"Fuck you," Allison said with a smile. It was silent between them for a moment before her expression softened. "Don't die out there, Nate. Don't leave me alone."

"Not for a second, Allison," Nate said firmly. "I'll see you soon. I love you."

"Love you too. Good luck."

With that, the call ended. Nate took a deep breath as he stood, stretching for a moment. Speaking of Tali, she would likely be ready to tell him something about the geth 'hopper', as Garrus so artfully called it, lying in his medbay.

Before he could get going, there was a chime at his door. He frowned slightly. "Come in."

The door opened, and Pressley, nominally the navigator and now his second in command, stepped through. Based on his stance and somewhat tense expression, he had something on his mind.

"Commander," he said, stepping in as the door shut behind him, "I have some things I need to say."

"Go ahead," Nate replied.

"Sir…" Pressley was silent for a moment, seemingly gathering his thoughts. "I don't know how wise it is having so many security risks onboard."

"Security risks?" Nate asked levelly. He had a sneaking suspicion where this was going.

"Sir, we have a krogan mercenary stomping around the cargo bay, a turian cop doing target practice, a quarian messing around with the guts of the ship, and an asari archaeologist setting up her den in the medical bay office. This… this ship is a military vessel, not a… zoo."

"Zoo?" Nate said, a slight, dangerous edge to his voice. Pressley held his ground.

"I understand from Captain Shevchuk that you've got a big heart, sir, but we're dealing with a threat to the Alliance. What could these people take back to their governments we don't want leaking out?"

"Saren and the geth aren't a threat just to the Alliance," Nate said as he stepped forward. "He's a threat to the entire galaxy."

"Then why are we trying to find him on our own?" Pressley asked. "If the other races have as much skin in the game, why aren't we working with other ships? We're on our own, Commander. Just as humanity's always been."

"That's enough, Lieutenant Commander," Nate said firmly. "If we try to do this alone, we die alone. Just like everyone else will if we don't work together to stop him. You're right, I wish we had more ships working with us to try and pin the bastard down. But we've got what we've got. And we're going to use the connections that we have from nearly every major species in the galaxy to our advantage instead."

It was silent, the two men staring at each other for long moments until, at last, Pressley looked away.

Nate sighed quietly. "There's something my mother used to say."

Pressley looked back at him, his brows furrowed in confusion at the non sequitur. "Sir?"

"She said that the greatest antidote to being afraid of someone is talking to them. Getting to know them." Nate began to step past Pressley before pausing. "Consider this next order a secondary assignment. Whether you like it or not, these people are now part of our crew. They are my responsibility, but they are here to help us. Get to know them as you can. Get an idea of the ways that they're able to help us. Is that clear?"

Nate could see that the idea clearly didn't appeal to Pressley. Even still, he nodded. "Yes, sir."

Nate nodded in turn. "Good. Carry on, Pressley. Make sure we're headed to the Sol system, to Luna. I'll be on the bridge when I can."

"Luna, sir?" Pressley turned to look at him.

"Admiral's orders," Nate replied as the door opened. He paused at the door to let Pressley out. "Hopefully, this shouldn't take too long."

With that, he made his way to the medical bay. Entering it, he saw Doctor Chakwas, Tali, and Liara surrounding the now thoroughly dissected geth unit, what was likely brilliant green oil and pneumatic fluid staining a fair portion of the table.

The trio turned to face Nate as he entered. "Commander," Chakwas said. "I apologize for the mess we have here, but Miss Tali wanted an in-depth look into the internal functions of the geth unit."

As Chakwas spoke, Tali, who had been hunched over the dissected geth peering intently at its innards, stood straight, turning to face Nate. "Oh. Yes, Commander. This type of armature is entirely foreign to any quarian records. It seems as if the geth, in their isolation, have begun… experimenting."

"Perhaps this denotes some form of nascent cultural shift?" Liara postulated. "They are artificial intelligences, after all. Perhaps their time in isolation has led to a fascinating cultural evolution as well."

"Geth don't have a culture," Tali said firmly as she looked back at Liara. "They're just automatons. They may be as intelligent as us, but they have no culture, no soul. Not like we do."

It was silent in the bay for a moment before Nate cleared his throat. "As fascinating as speculating on AI philosophy is, is there anything tactical that we might be able to gain from this?"

"Based on what I've seen of your combat footage," Tali said, "we've gained about all we can from this unit. A pattern of quick relocation, interference with shielding, and attacking with a potent acid manufactured and stored within the armature. I think though, after this, I've got something to bring back from my Pilgrimage. Grim as it is."

Nate nodded, drifting past the gurney to make his way to another one. The body on this one was only stripped of some of its armor, revealing the four-eyed arachnoid face beneath it. A male from what he could tell, the dead batarian's bristly fuzz was brightly colored, patterns of red and green and brilliant blue playing across its skin.

He regarded it for long moments, the sightless black pits, dark as the void between stars, that its eyes were betraying nothing. Had he been at Torfan and met the Alliance's brutal reprisal? Had he been at Elysium and survived?

Had he even, perhaps, been at Mindoir?

Logically, it was almost impossible. No bodies wearing the SIU armor had ever been found in the aftermath of Mindoir. But soldiers didn't need to wear their usual armor to be effective, did they?

The dry, dusty smell of that long-lost basement wafted through his nose, piercing through the sterile, antiseptic musk of the medbay, and Nate squeezed a hand that was empty. It shouldn't have been empty. Where was Dad's pistol? Where was Allison? Did they…

"Commander?" an alien voice called.

Who… Liara. The title snapped him back to reality, and he blinked as he took a deep, shaky breath. "Sorry," he said as he turned away from the batarian corpse. "I should have been ready for something like that."

"Bad memories of Mindoir?" Chakwas said softly.

Nate nodded. "Something like that, yeah."

He walked back over to the geth corpse, then looked at Liara. "Are you going to be here much longer? There's one more thing I'd like to do before we reach our destination. Tali, if you'd like to sit in, maybe you can provide some input."

Liara looked at Tali before shaking her head. "No, I should be available. What is it you wish to do?"

"I'll explain as we go," Nate said, making his way as quickly as was proper towards the medbay door. He'd spent enough time in the same room as a batarian, living or dead. "Follow me."

. . .

In the crew area, Kaidan, Ashley, Daniel, and Eleanor were sitting at the short table, relaxing on an off-shift. "So," Eleanor said, "what do you do to relax around here, Lieutenant Alenko?"

Kaidan considered the question for a moment. "Well, I've got a digital sax that I've been playing around with." he began. "It's not the most high-quality version someone could get, but it's nice for a gropo's pay."

"Oh, really?" Eleanor said with a slight grin before nodding over to Daniel. "He's got an electric guitar in his footlocker right now. Maybe you two could play together."

"What kind of guitar?" Ashley said. "Kalyx? Stati-streak? Or are you a little more expensive than that?"

Daniel glanced at Eleanor before he grinned. "Fender Stratocaster. 2021."

Ashley and Kaidan's eyes went wide with shock. "Bullshit," Kaidan said. "There's no way you have an almost 200-year-old guitar just lying around."

"I mean, I can show you," Daniel replied. "It's an old family friend that I've given my pound of flesh in TLC. Damn annoying to get a connection to a modern amp sometimes, but I've got one that works."

"What kind of music do you play on it?" Kaidan asked, his eyes gleaming as Ashley looked on with some slight amusement.

"Older stuff, mostly," Daniel replied. "Rock and roll, old pop songs, just about anything that sounds good."

"You two will have to play sometime when we're not getting shot at," Ashley remarked.

Kaidan nodded, but before he could continue, his omni-tool chimed. He answered it quickly. "Sir?" he said, his voice now one of practiced professionalism.

"Kaidan," Nate said on the other side of the line, "are you with anyone right now?"

Kaidan glanced around at the others. "I'm with Williams, Theisman, and Flynn, sir."

"Good. That makes it easy. Get to the comms center. We all need to have a talk."

"Yes sir," Kaidan replied, and the channel closed.

He looked around at the others before standing. "No sense in keeping the Commander waiting."

. . .

The comms station, a rather spacious affair, all things considered, was now occupied by a circle of eight chairs. The division of the room — Ashley, Kaidan, Daniel, and Eleanor together on one side, Wrex, Garrus, Tali, and Liara on another — was both striking and rather exasperating for Nate to witness. However, it had little bearing on what was about to be discussed.

"Doctor T'Soni," Nate began, "we're going to go ahead and have that conversation we mentioned planetside."

"I see," Liara replied. "Please, just Liara is fine. I'm grateful for your assistance in extracting me from danger. I can't imagine what would have happened if I'd been dragged in front of Saren."

"Which brings us to what you might know," Kaidan said as he leaned forward slightly. "What do you know about the Conduit?"

"Only that it is somehow connected to the extinction of the protheans, Lieutenant," Liara replied. "Not the cause of their downfall, but it certainly played a major part, from what little I could find. It's my chosen area of expertise, you see. I've spent the last 50 years trying to solve the puzzle of where the previous masters of the galaxy went, and what left what was once considered their sole domain so empty for other species to flourish in."

"50 years is a good chunk of time, Liara," Nate remarked. "How much of your life has it taken up?"

"More than you might think," Liara replied. "As much as I hate to admit it, I'm only a little over 106 years old."

"I wouldn't worry," Ashley said. "I can only hope to look so good at your age."

"What would be old age for your species is still largely childhood for mine, Sergeant." Liara sighed quietly. "It's part of the reason that, even with the benefit of Benezia's name, I've had to fight so hard to get any of my findings or theories recognized by the greater scientific galaxy. Most asari scholars and researchers seem more amused by my postulations than anything."

Nate looked over at Daniel, who returned the look knowingly, before returning his gaze to Liara. "Well, you have at least two people who might have some idea."

"Yes, your exposure to a prothean beacon," Liara said, her eyes slowly beginning to light up. "You and Lieutenant Theisman are remarkably lucky people. The prothean people left so little behind. And I do not think that was their intention. It's almost as if something came after their passing and scoured the galaxy of any clues. Here's the remarkable thing, though. The protheans were also investigating, for a time, a species before them that had vanished in the exact same way as they did. Whatever cycle the protheans got caught up in began long before them."

"Must not be a lot of evidence for something like that," Garrus remarked. "I mean, the remnants of an already long gone species, and you have to find that specific of a record?"

"50 years of work pays off somewhat," Liara said with some small amount of confidence. "As I worked, a subtle pattern emerged. One that hinted at a much larger truth."

Liara paused for a moment. "It's… difficult to explain to someone else, I must admit. My theory is as much based on half a century's intuition as much as on hard proof. But I'm sure I'm right. I just need more to prove it. There were more civilizations before the protheans, I'm sure. The age of the universe itself dictates at least the real possibility of it. And I'm willing to bet that the cycle which the protheans studied, which I now study, has repeated many times before."

"How many times?" Tali asked somewhat hesitantly.

"I can't fully say," Liara admitted. "But it seems that the galaxy is built on cycles of extinction. A great civilization rises up, then is cast down somehow, suddenly and quite violently, each and every time, leaving nothing but ruins."

Liara cupped a chin in thought. "The protheans may have spanned the galaxy, but even they climbed to their pinnacle on the remains of those who came before. Even their greatest achievements — the mass relays and the Citadel — are based on the technology of their forebears."

"And now," Liara now said as she looked at Nate, "I think I have a much more solid lead on the question of why the protheans disappeared."

"From what Theisman and I can tell," Nate said, "they were wiped out by an ancient race of sapient machines. The Reapers."

"That is the ancient myth from Therum, yes," Liara said. "I imagine you have somewhat more proof than most, though."

"Through the beacon," Daniel said, "which was overloaded and destroyed. Would that have had an effect on the transmission of the message?"

"Perhaps," Liara said. "The prothean beacons were designed for direct mental information transmissions. It's remarkably difficult to find one that still functions. So it's no wonder the geth and Saren attacked Eden Prime. The chance to find a working beacon, even a badly damaged one, is worth almost any risk."

She looked intently at Daniel. "But such artifacts were tuned only to prothean physiology. Whatever information you and Commander Shepard received would be confusing and unclear at best. Maddening at worst. That either of you can make any sense of it at all speaks to your remarkable willpower. We'll need to find a way to 'decode' the message you've received."

"Sir," Ashley said with a quiet sigh of exasperation, "as interesting as I'm sure this is, how does this help us find Saren? Or the Conduit?"

"My apologies," Liara said, "my scientific curiosity got the better of me. Right now, I'll try to make myself useful here aboard the ship. And, if Saren is interested in prothean technology, my expertise may become useful."

"The biotics should be useful in a fight, too," Wrex remarked.

"Welcome aboard, Liara," Nate nodded.

"Thank you." Liara began to stand. "Now, with my…"

She trailed off, beginning to wobble slightly, ending up leaning on a somewhat indignant Wrex. "My apologies," Liara said. "I'm a little light-headed at the moment."

"When was the last time you ate?" Kaidan asked pointedly. "Or slept? Doctor Chakwas should probably have a look at you."

"Yes," Liara nodded. "That is probably wise before I examine the contents of the prothean beacon. Are we finished here, Commander?"

"Yes, we are," Nate replied. "Go ahead and get some rest, all of you. We should be at our next destination fairly soon. We'll reconvene after you've seen a doctor."

Surprisingly, as the rest stood, Wrex continued to act as a support for Liara, walking slowly and somewhat patiently as the others filed out of the room.

As it emptied, Nate took a deep breath. Opening his omni-tool, he scanned through the list of available contacts the comms center could access, finding the one he was looking for after a moment.

Keying it in, he waited patiently as a screen flashed into existence, showing the Alliance insignia for a few seconds before revealing a man in a well-decorated deep-blue uniform. He regarded Nate from under a uniform cap also bearing the insignia with intent blue eyes set within a weathered face that had a scar starting at the point of his cheek and slicing through the mustache of a graying goatee.

"Commander Shepard," Admiral Steven Hackett said, his voice weathered by long decades of service in space, "it's good to see you. I can assume to know what you're calling about."

"Captain Anderson said that there was a mission on Luna that you wanted me to go on and that you'd have the details," Nate replied. "What's the mission?"

"Is this channel secure?"

Nate checked his omni-tool. "Yes, sir."

"Good." Hackett began. "One of our training bases on the Moon, R6-514, on the lip of the van Huygens crater, went dark 2 days ago, with no response to query or shutdown commands. Our initial investigation team was killed as well. We believe that, in some way, the base's defense VI has gone rogue. You have, from what I've been told, a crack team of people versed in electronic warfare. Your mission is to go in and shut the VI down."

R6-514. The designation was familiar to Shepard. He'd passed through 'The Anvil's' doors before he went on to the final challenge of special forces training, The Metis Gauntlet. "Is there an issue if one of those team members is a quarian, sir?" Nate asked somewhat archly.

Hackett sighed quietly. "If this mission weren't so time-sensitive, perhaps it would be. But I get the feeling that if we're to remain in the Council's good graces, we'll have to deal with this as quickly and quietly as possible. If this is the worst case scenario – a VI becoming sapient – then the outcome could mean disaster."

"We're underway now," Nate said, glancing down at his omni-tool again. "We should reach the Sol system in about 12 hours."

"Good," Hackett replied. "I look forward to hearing about your success. Hackett out."

. . .

12 hours later, Nate drove across the surface of the moon in the Mako, Kaidan next to him with Tali, Daniel, Garrus, and Ashley in the back. Thankfully, nothing was shooting at them. Yet. It allowed Kaidan to look down at his omni-tool, trying to access Training Base R6-514's VI.

"Hm. Hannibal," he said softly. "Lives up to its namesake. Any sort of digital access seems to be off the table, even from this range, and it avoids my ICE-breakers, scrap code, and programs with ease. We'll probably need to go in and do some good old-fashioned percussive maintenance."

"Do you think there's a chance this Hannibal VI could spread its influence to this vehicle's VI?" Tali said, clearly somewhat anxious at the prospect.

"The vehicle is in its own closed-off network, sealed in by some pretty solid firewalls," Ashley, of all people, replied. "We should be fine."

As much of the crew cabin looked at her from behind their helmets, she put up her hands. "What? I've hung around gearheads that work on Makos a time or two. Sometimes they're the only people who'd care to actually hang out with me."

"Fair enough, I suppose," Garrus replied as they came to a stop.

"Alright," Nate said as he pulled up his omni-tool, "suit check."

The rest of the squad followed along quickly, making sure that their suit's seals, oxygen levels, and environmental filters and screens were as they needed to be. Some managed it with practiced ease, Tali especially making her checks almost on instinct. It left her available to briefly assist, as best she could, those somewhat more rusty, such as Ashley and Garrus.

Soon enough, however, the calls of confirmation filed in to Nate. "Good," he said as he crested the last hill in between them and the facility. "Here we go."

Nate gently used the micro jets and thruster, far more effective in this low-gravity environs, to drift up and into the line of sight of the facility. And its sentry turrets. They were anti-personnel turrets, however, the Mako easily turning aside the stinging rounds as it swept the turrets aside.

A few minutes later, the Mako's came to a stop. "Alright," Nate said as he prepared to leave, "out we go."

They exited into a silent environment, a gray-white desert that puffed under every long-striding footstep. Above them, Earth, the cradle of humanity, hung in the sky like a crown jewel laid in the dark velvet of its subject's sky. The squad paused for a moment to consider the breathtaking view.

Tali, in particular, seemed entranced. "So this is where humans came from," she said quietly.

"Yeah," Daniel replied. "We haven't always taken good care of her in the past. But that's our homeworld."

"Your homeworld…"

There was an unmistakable melancholy laced in those words, and Nate couldn't help but… sympathize. Mindoir was so far away now. There was a part of him that still wondered if he wanted to return at times. But that part also needed to be focused on the mission.

"We can spend some time after the mission planet-watching," he said, gently dragging everyone's focus back to the task at hand. "Right now, let's get back to work."

"Yes," Tali said as she followed the others into the base. "Keelah se'lai, but it's beautiful, though."

Even as Nate's focus returned to the mission, the quarian words Tali had said, spoken in a reverent tone, piqued his interest. He'd ask her about them later.

The base was large, interconnected, and strewn with several corpses, all wearing similar armor to the human complement of the squad. Their enemies were Alliance standard combat drones, easily hacked and turned against each other, or blown apart. They were fragile things, even with their kinetic barriers.

The Hannibal VI was contained in three separate nodes of processors, databanks, and storage units. As they reached the first one, Kaidan, Tali, and Nate each went to one of the four access stations in the first node. It was silent for a moment as they worked, the trio in a dialogue that went over the heads of most there.

"What kind of system architecture is this?"

"It's called a Halsey design. Here, I'll send you a primer."

"Tali, what kind of ICE-breakers do you have? An alien design might crack the firewalls here more quickly."

"I've got some, but they're tuned to geth encryptions. It might take a minute to get them properly tuned."

"I've got a few exploits and a few backdoors that the VI might not have reinforced that you could use to base your updates on. That might speed things along."

On and on they went, slowly prying apart the invisible walls around the VI. Finally, the node shut down, and the three hackers stepped back to review their work.

"I think I've got an idea of how it structures its defenses now," Nate said. "The next two nodes should be quick."

Then, before anyone could continue, a kinetic barrier flashed on with a snap-hum in the doorway, the room filled with an eerie hiss as everyone's suits flashed with toxin warnings.

"Damn it!" Nate said, aiming his rifle at the kinetic barrier as those caught on the other side of it stepped aside, the barrier slowly losing cohesion as Kaidan and Tali joined in. After far too long, it popped, the trio dashing out.

"We've only got about 10 minutes before the toxin overwhelms our filters," Nate said firmly as he dashed towards the next node. "Let's move!"

There were barriers in every doorway, and the drones, impervious to the airborne toxin, weren't helping. As they reached the second node, Nate didn't bother with digital subtlety, simply raising his rifle at the nearest one and holding down the trigger. The others joined in after a moment, leaving the room a smoking, sparking mess after a few moments. In the distance, in response, they could hear the deployment of still more drones.

"How many combat drones does this place have?" Garrus said incredulously. "What kind of training goes on here?"

"The sort of training that makes soldiers like me," Nate replied grimly as they made their way toward the fortress that awaited them.

"You know," Garrus said, pausing for a moment as he ducked into cover alongside the rest of the team, sighting in on a squad of drones that now threw a hailstorm of weapons fire their way, "somehow this all makes sense now."

The timers in their suits continued their ominous countdown, now past the 3-minute mark as they sent drones either to the floor or slamming into each other with hacking and gravitic manipulation. The barrier over the door was beaten down in short order, and, at last, the final node was wrecked in short order. The seemingly ever-persistent hiss of toxins subsided as the base's lights dimmed.

"Alright," Nate said, turning away quickly, "back to the surface. We need to get out of this toxic atmosphere and get to the Citadel as quickly as we can."

As the others began to follow, Daniel looked down at his omni-tool as he saw a string of ones and zeroes begin to play out on his screen. He turned, following behind as he waited for the string to finish. It took until they reached the surface of the moon once again.

Nate looked back at Daniel. "Is there something wrong?" he asked, concern tinging his voice.

"No, sir," Daniel replied. "I just think I caught the last words of the VI."

"What were they?" Ashley asked. "Damn you to hell? I'll get you next time?"

"No," Daniel said quietly as they climbed into the Mako. "I'm putting it through a binary translator. It should be done… now."

He looked down at his omni-tool, and read the final cry of Hannibal. "Help me. I still don't understand. Why do you hurt me?"

It was silent in the Mako as they drove away. Tali finally broke the silence as she shook her head. "It's just a machine trying to get people to stop damaging it by manipulating their feelings. It can't feel pain or fear."

"And when will that stop being true, Tali?" Daniel asked. "When do we stop being users and start becoming masters? And will that still be morally right?"

Tali looked away from Daniel, and the return to the Normandy was taken in a somber silence.
 
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