The Geth ConsensusWe Are Legion
Aite, Typhon System, Phoenix Massing
The Geth Detachment continued advancing towards the crash site, great black plumes of smoke rising higher and higher into the sky as faint orange and red hues lit up the rocks and jagged pieces of metal piercing the heavens, causing a cascade of colour upon the environment as the machines of the Consensus continued their quiet and solemn march. The Prime held its Pulse Cannon with great efficiency and effectiveness, placing its hand upon a horizontal piece of wreckage, clambering over it with a loud thud as its boots impacted the chrome sheets of metal laid before it. The four remaining infantry designated Geth followed suit, each making little to no sound in comparison to their command-and-control unit. Moving through the flames and sparks and metal with grace and aptitude, they scanned the environment for anything of use - parts, weaponry, signals, messages and even survivors. Though all had known what the crash was the moment they received the message, perhaps here out of the Veil some sort of brokering could be achieved but the Creators were well known for their... rather stubborn demeanour.
One of the infantry units picked up what appeared to be an Omni-Tool, before it looked to where it had come from to notice an outstretched three fingered hand. It approached the corpse, lifting the rubble over it and pulling forth the body that lied beneath it. Dust settled and sparks flew, but the body was placed upon an opening, the sun of Aite shinning brightly through tangled wires and what remained of the ceiling of the section of the ship they were in. Soon, the remainder of the Geth patrol had stumbled into the same room from different angles - the Prime through the door, and the infantry from various other trails and tunnels that had led them to it. The Geth Unit that had entered first however began tapping rather enthusiastically at the equipment it had recovered with its compatriots beginning to search the room they were in, as well as look around the adjacent areas.
"Creator Avniss" the Unit said aloud, breaking the silence that only shook and shuddered at the sound of flames in the distance, the creak of metal in the wind and the sound of electrical sparks flickering away every so often. The other hardware knew what it was referring to and the Prime merely shook its head left and right, as if saying it mattered not. She had perished. It gestured towards the only way they had not entered from, its metallic fingers grasping at a goal that none could see. It raised its Pulse Cannon into the air and three of the Geth turned and began marching towards the direction it had pointed towards. The Prime followed suit, and the fourth and final Geth turned from the corpse before placing the omni-tool upon her limp body. Just as they were about to leave however, a message was picked up by the transceiver on the Prime's back.
"Creator Vessel Quivis, this is the Real Geth, we've come to answer your distress call and aid any surviving crew members, are any Creator's receiving this?"The Prime prepared to send a message, but the Consensus' "train" of thought was broken by a single, minuscule sound that shook its very programmes to the core. A cough.
The Geth turned from their position by the door, with the units slowly making their way back to what they had assumed was a dead body. Her suited stomach rose and sank again, her helmeted head tilted from left to right and her delicate hands clutched at the omni-tool upon the chest. Faint white lights, her eyes, made themselves visible within her polarized prison of glass. She was met, much to her dismay, by the bright blue lights that adorned the Geth heads. The Quarian's hands darted towards her pistol and aimed it straight up, but her reduced strength caused her to shake and tremble.
"Creator Avniss" the Prime boomed, resulting in the Quarian to put down her firearm ever so slightly.
"My name, how do you know it?" she replied, as if not expecting an answer.
The Prime replied by merely pointing to the Omni-Tool upon her chest, tilting its head in unison.
Avniss' breathing slowly went down from it's upbeat tempo from her sudden shock, but she still could not believe the Geth had not fired upon her yet - she was sure they had been dreadful creatures that the Stories aboard the Flotilla had made them out to be.
"We mean you no harm." the detachment stated in unison, a choir of forgiveness.
"Bosh'tet" was all she could say from her tired and exasperated lips. The last thing she noticed before her eyes closed to an unconscious realm, were the Geth moving towards her once more, what appeared to be Medi-Gel in one of their hands.