Mass Effect Factions 4.0|IC

by **Dixmix** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 2:16 am

Omega

The Vorcha had became smarter under Marwl. The Vorcha on Omega needed guidance that wasn't from the Blood Pack and wasn't in gangs that made them have threats of violence.

However, Marwl had to use such a thing as violence to take their people back. The Vorcha had made connections to the other Vorcha gangs that allowed them to enter Omega through the docks and entered their soldiers to start their plan. To take over Omega.

by **Archangelskl Oblast** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 5:11 am

Archs Number Scale
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10
1 Being the worst, If you get this.... May the spirits have mercy on you... 10 being you get somthing cool, usualy a building or a upgrade or ship somthing cool. Everything in between depends on my mood with your faction and how you run things. 6 and up will be good on the roll. 5 and lower means bad juju.

(7) Human Systems Alliance - Brotherhood Steel the 2nd - Inactive

(5) Asari Republics - Elysian Kentarchy - Your production on Thesia has been disrupted by a l large quantity of cheap replacement parts for your mining complex. Corporations on Thesia admit to cutting costs by using cheaper parts that recommended by the manufactures of the machines. -5% of all production on Thesia

(6) Turian Hierarchy - Archangelskl Oblast - Moral for the new Primarch is high and generous donations come in from across the colony's. +20 credits.

(8) Salarian Union - Celivaia - An anonymous tip off leads STG to intercept a civilian ship filled to the brim with drugs of all kinds. Latter you are given permission to sell the drugs for extra funding, 70+ credits.

(10) Batarian Hegemony - Argentumurbem - Production in all factory's is overwhelming, All production in sped by 50% as well as excess materials left over giving back 80 credits to the Hegemony

(9) Krogan (Urdnot Clan) - The Krogan - The gift of the past. While chasing down a thresher maw your scouts arrive across a magnificent sight! A hidden armory of salarian tech. Granted it is old and nearly all of it was broken or burned but your men manage to scavenge what was left of a Planetary Sensor. + Planetary Sensor Stations Lvl 1. (Effective in detecting and pinpointing Heavy Vessels) Or you may scrap the tech for 70 credit.

(4) Cerberus - The NAR - Defector! A rouge Cerberus agent who had been spying on the Systems Alliance has turned himself in today! The alliance is given locations of several members of the Terror group. -1 Special Operations Group. They have been arrested in a storm of successful C-Sec and alliance raids.

(2) Quarian Flotilla - Vicavian Empire - Catastrophe strikes thee flotilla! A rouge space probe sneaks past defenses and collides with the biggest target, a habitation ship! The probe collides with a living section of the live ship and penetrated to a far section of the power core damaging vital systems including sanitation departments and thrusters. 106 civilians are spaced. Materials to replace and patch the holes will be costly and the cost of the rest to fix the ships core are even higher. 50c in total to fix the live ship. Till it is fixed the ship can not move.

(6) Volus Protectorate - Volus Protectorate - The protectorate pick up news of a growing market of illegal gambling. They want in on this lucrative business.. +1 free gambling den on any non Irune World.

(7) Elcor Courts - Pac Kindom - Loose credits accidentally get transferd into the wrong account. What can I say? Accidents happen. :/ +20c

(10) Geth - The corporate states of Astavar - While Geth consensus debated possible upgrades, Geth learn or a quick way to utilize resources and compile the tech to make modifications to some Geth. +1 Free Elite Unit modification.

(7) Vorcha - Dixmix - A human destroyer drifts into system, It seems empty as no life signs are detected. All computers have been wiped and it seems to have been cleard by Pirates as signs of battle remain on the ships desolate hull. 7c to fix the broken down ship results in 1 new destroyer.

(6) Joab Coalition - Dansha - Inactive

(7) The New Soviet Republics - Versail - Loose credits accidentally get transferd into the wrong account. What can I say? Accidents happen. :/ +20c (WIP)

(5) The Pantheon Protocol - Dernland - Inactive

by **Elysian Kentarchy** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 6:37 am

Matriarch Seri's ship approached the Migrant Fleet. The Quarian says into the communicator. "This is Ruan'Rora nar Neema requesting permission to dock with the Neema."

"Verify."

"As I walk amongst the galaxy I remember home and I return to it."

"Permission granted. Good to see you again Ruan'Rora."

"I have Asari Matriarch Seri on board, in fact this is her ship, and she requests to board the Neema with me. She says she has an important message for Admiral Han'Gerrel."

"Provided she wears an envirosuit she has permission to board. But she must stay in the docking area until the Captain says otherwise. As for meeting with Admiral Gerrel that will be his decision."

"Understood. The Matriarch extends her thanks and says that it has been too long since she has been on a Migrant Fleet ship."

"Understood."

The line ends and Seri walks in wearing a pressure suit with the helmet under her arms. "That went better then I expected." She remarks. "It really has been too long." They doc and she enters the docking area with just herself and Ruan'Rora, as well as what he has brought back from Pilgrimage, a pretty much new oxygen recycler, is carried out. Then she leans against the wall waiting for the Captain to show up or to give clearance. "You really do have my thanks for this." She tells Ruan'Rora. "I know it must have been hard for you to accept a stranger's help and then let that stranger into your home. Thus I am really grateful for this." She loos at the Quarians and loses herself a little in memories of when they didn't have to wear suits. "Rannoch was a beautiful world once, and the Quarians are a beautiful people." She thinks. "I would be happy to do anything to help the Quarians take it back." She laughs derisively at herself. "Maybe I am no better then other Asari when it comes to living in the past. But it doesn't matter, I have come this far, I might as well keep going."

Code: Select all: Starting Monthly Funds: 1098 Expenses: -200 Donations to the Turians, given directly to the Primarch -150 Under the table donations to the Quarians, will not receive until meeting with Admiral Gerrel. -19 due to repairs on Thessia Remaining monthly funds: 864

Building Expenditures:
Thessia

Code: Select all: 1 Urban Center (105) 50 LOKI Mech Battalions: 250,000 troops (Remaining Months: 1) (100)

Sanves

Code: Select all: 1 Fuel Depot +5 (15) 1 Urban Center 45X2= +90 (105) Small Spaceport 8X2= +16 (84) Total Income: 111

Cyone

Code: Select all: Planetary Sensors lvl. 1 (150) 5 Mining Stations +15 (50) 4 Destroyers (60)

Code: Select all: Building/Troop Expenditures: 649 Remaining Income: 215

by **The corporate states of Astavar** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 8:48 am

The Geth Consensus

Perseus Veil
Geth space

There was an argument in the Consensus the Topic was quite controversial the main topic was The Heretics and their recent actions.
the consensus had followed the Heretics movements since their departure from geth space.
All the way from their attack on Eden Prime to the Attack on the Citadel these Heretics had made life very difficult for the Geth even put their way of life in jeopardy
They had launched a full scale attack and killed several thousands of organics. The organics were probably formulating a plan on how to deal with the geth.
just as the Consensus was debating this very question the Geth did not blame them it was their way, organics were always so short sighted and naive.
The Geth had to do something before the situation got out of hand their only hope to evade a galactic war was to make contact with the council.
after much discussion it was decided that an Organic made Freighter carrying one geth unit would make contact with a Turian Border ship
in hopes of making contact with the right people.

Easter Council Space

In a system near the eastern council border a Small human Freighter jumped into a system it quickly scanned the system and found one ship.
a Turian freighter probably patrolling for pirates or smugglers trying to make it into Council space.
The Geth freighter hailed the Frigate.
"Turian Patrol ship this is freighter 2456 of the Geth Consensus we are unarmed and come in peace, we wish to be escorted to the Citadel, we wish to have an audience with your Council"

by **Dernland** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 8:57 am

The Pantheon Protocol
Nostram custodimus semper

Pantheon Listening Post, Tayseri Ward Ruins

Senior Agent Kyoto sat at a desk littered with PDAs, coffee mugs, and bits of reaper tech. Repair work was underway and the reaper debris was being cleared, but there was still much to be learned from what was salvaged. The head of an agent popped through the door, a sense of urgency on his face. "Kyoto, we've got a problem."

Kyoto stood and grabbed his helmet and pistol from the table, "What's wrong? Repair workers? C-Sec?"

"No, worse! We're out of eggs, we need someone to go and get some more. You aren't busy righ-" The agent disappeared behind the door right before a coffee mug came hurtling through the spot where his head would have been. "I'll take that as a yes."

Kyoto sighed and slumped back into his chair. Things were tough in the field, and the Agents needed some time off. So do you, you aren't Shepard. You need a break from all this. He dismissed the thought as soon as it came to his mind. He still had a job to do, and it needed to be done today. He opened a PDA and called for a meeting in the main room, sending it to all of the Agents in the post. He readied a second message, with hundreds of encryptions and codes that would utterly confuse anyone but the intended recipient who would see the message clearly. This message was to the Turian Counselor Sparatus.

"To the esteemed Councilor Sparatus of the Turian Hierarchy,

Your people have taken an extreme interest in technology from the Reaper, or should I say Geth, warship. I have in my possession several pieces of technology that, when analysed, could be used to improve communication systems aboard Council warships. I am willing to give the tech in question, as well as all of our analytic results and blueprints, to you if you are willing to come to an arrangement. I propose that we meet in the Upper Wards alleyway for the exchange. You may bring guards if you wish, I will come alone and unarmed. I would appreciate your confidentiality and secrecy on this matter.

Nostram custodimus semper

"

Kyoto cleared his throat and addressed the twelve agents in the open room. "I hope you all are having another great day in these delightful ruins." A few sarcastic remarks rose from the small assembly. "Then I'm sure you'll all be heartbroken to hear that you all have the day off." Quiet cheers and other signs of excitement filled the room. Once the mayhem died down, Kyoto continued. "Change into your civvies and go enjoy your day. That is all."

by **The Krogan** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 9:48 am

Tuchanka: Urdnot Capital

Urdnot Dak'ir sat upon the throne/command chair that was situated in a wide open space in the middle of the Urdnot Capital, reviewing reports from Operation Weyrloc, which was all but over. As soon as Weyrloc Guld had been disposed of, Urdnot forces had attacked Weyrloc territory in a massive surprise attack that had caught the enemy unaware for the most part. To keep casualties to a minimum, Dak'ir had ordered that any medium to strong Weyrloc resistance was to be isolated and kept pinned down by artillery and armored vehicle fire until either a surrender deal could be made or, if that wasn't possible, destroyed. Dak'ir hadn't really been expecting Weyrloc troops to surrender, so he had been pleasantly surprised when several groups did defect; and upon news reaching their front lines that Weyrloc Guld was dead, even more defected, figuring that they would rather live then die for nothing. There had been several groups of hardcore supporters though that had refused to surrender, and had to be taken out with extreme prejudice.

For the most part everything had gone to plan, Weyrloc Guld was dead and Operation Weyrloc was a success, only one hold out group remained, and if Dak'ir's information was correct, they would be wiped out very soon. An added bonus though was that he hadn't had to kill every Weyrloc clansmen like he originally thought he might have to do, which would be a waste and counterproductive to Dak'irs plans. He was roused from his musings though by approaching footsteps, and upon glancing up, saw that his second, Urdnot Logar was approaching him.

Urdnot Logar was his most trusted friend and ally, proving himself surprisingly loyal even when they had first met, and had been leading Operation Weyrloc. As he approached, Dak'ir stood from his chair and embraced Logar's forearm and said,

"Brother Logar! How goes the campaign? Is there something you need?"

Logar nodded and said, "Greetings brother Dak'ir, Operation Weyrloc has been a success, and the last of the hardcore holdouts are being eliminated as we speak... But there is a minor issue that requires your attention... concerning Clan Weyrloc's females and children..."

Ahhhh I see.. Dak'ir thought to himself. It was often customary for a conquering clan to kill off their rivals females and children, so that they could completely wipe out their enemies chances of surviving. Things were different now though, as far as Dak'ir was concerned, those times were over.

"Send a message to Clan Weyrloc's women and children that we intend them no harm and are more then willing to offer them our protection and shelter... Yes, this will help to both reinforce my stance on the what I proposed at the Krush and possibly strengthen Clan Urdnot with new blood", Dak'ir said.

Urdnot Logar nodded in agreement and said, "I was thinking of something similar, if we start going back on what we said at the Krush, then the Clans that joined was will leave and those thinking of joining the alliance will turn against us". With that, Urdnot Logar turned and left.

At the Krush, several clans had joined Dak'ir's proposed plan, more then he had thought would to be honest, and several others expressed interest in it.

Dak'ir sat back down on his command throne and continued to read through reports.

by **Celivaia** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 12:46 pm

"Very well, Dalatrass," confirmed the High Commander.
As the Dalatrass was getting up to leave the conference room, a call went up over the STGHQ intercom "High-priority call from Omega, for the Dalatrass. Dalatrass, please report to the HQ Conference Room!"
"I'm right here, I'm right here, no need to shout.." grumbled the Dalatrass as she sat back down in her chair, just a monitor rose from the desk, and connected with Aepart Runis, the Union Commando stationed on Omega, as he was sitting in a rather small room, very different from the hideout where he used to contact the STG from. "Oh, Runis, what's going on, we haven't had contact with you for nearly a week!" questioned Dalatrass Relbana.

"Dalatrass, one of my SpecOps teams here on Omega has confirmed that a large Vorcha force has entered Omega through some of the docks. Our operatives located numerous weapon caches, and transports carrying large numbers of Vorcha ground forces. I believe this Vorcha faction is attempting to take over Omega, and they aren't local. Nor does the STG Archival Data Network have any data about them, which is worrisome. They almost found us when we were burning our hideout, but we managed to slip away. This is bad, Dalatrass. Orders?" explained Runis.

Dalatrass Relbana pondered this for a moment. Vorcha are extremely violent, and prone to irrational decisions. If Recon Team Two was discovered on Omega, this would not end well..
"Alright, Runis, go dark. Hide out wherever you can, and remain passive. Do not interfere until we can get forces nearby to either assist or extract you and Recon Team Two. Unfortunately, it will take some time to maneouvre our fleets to Omega. Expect Recon Fleet Two to arrive shortly and keep an eye on everything, and Patrol Fleet Two to arrive later with some reinforcements. Most importantly just remain quiet, and unassuming," said the Dalatrass, remaining calm despite the possible consequences.

"Yes Dalatrass." stated Runis as he gave a Salarian salute. "Now, Runis, enact protocol..." explained High Commander Gubame as he rattled off some SpecOps jargon to Runis in preparation for his going dark, including maintaining a black box with any gathered intelligence in a pre-agreed upon location inside Omega. "Best of luck to you, Runis." ends High Commander Gubame as he cuts the connection to Runis.

"This has the potential to do some damage to us, Commander. Make sure our fleets are prepared as fast as they can be, we need to get there as soon as possible to monitor the situation."
"Yes Dalatrass, the orders shall be sent out immediately," stated the High Commander as he offered a salute, and moves to pass out the orders to the necessary people.

Upon reaching her office on the surface, the Dalatrass takes her seat, sees the large number of forms that need to be filled out for the government's budget, and calls in a Logistics officer from Gubame's command, and begins to pour over the future budget, and what should be funded.

by **Pac Kindom** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 2:10 pm

The Elcor Courts - The Citadel

Ambassador Calyn ended the call from Dekuuna with a silent sigh. Bython but he planed to change every thing . He should be a human the ambassador thought. He stared to watch the workers and keepers cleaning up the mess left because of the Sovereign's attack. He missed the galaxy of a few years ago before the attack, when Elcors could afford to be who they are.

"Tirely he shook his head." "That means work for me. A lot of work." he thought. From securing new arms deal for the military to expanding their trade routes, He started to prepare e-mails to both the Asari and Volus Ambassadors.

To: Asari Ambassador
From: Ambassador Calyn

Greetings to the Asari Republics. I speak for all Elcors when I thank you helping us in joining the Intergalatic community. The Elcor has since played a small, but nonetheless, important part in contributing to the Council and to the world. In light of the recent attack on the Citadel, the Elcor has come to believe that the passiveness in our past policies can no longer benefit the Elcor people. For the first time in history, We wish to
to take a more active role and would like your helping gaining a full seat on the Council.

To: Volus Ambassador
From: Ambassador Calyn

Greetings to the Volus Protectorate. I speak for all Elcor when Say i execipt your trade offer .

by **Celivaia** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:02 pm

After several hours of negotiating, debating, and outright yelling between the Logistics officer and the Dalatrass, a budget is pushed to the Salarian Union's Office for Logistics, and the orders are passed down the line.

Attached to the wire is the following message:

Primarch,

In order to support the development of your fleets, and galactic peace, the Salarian Union donates these funds to that end. In addition, should you accept the following proposal the Salarian Union fleets, Intelligence apparatus, and ground forces shall support you as you request them for a period of no less than one year from this date, should you be willing to provide schematics for, and a working Tantalus Drive Core. We are aware you have the authority to summon support fleets from the Union and other Council Races, however, with this you would have the full support of the Salarian military. You shall not be thought of less should you not accept this proposal, and we shall still be willing to assist you, of course, although more care will be taken into account for deciding the quantity and quality of forces to deploy in order to assist you.

Best of luck to you in your new office,
Dalatrass Relbana

by **Dixmix** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:12 pm

Heshtok

Marwl pulled the Vorcha back home to focus on their own home cluster. The Heshtok Clan was not ready and must prepare in a different way. Many Vorcha were angry but Marwl learned discipline and the idea to retreat that was rare in a Vorcha.

Back home, the call to arms was still alive as they wished for unity and no more killing of their kind because of stereotypes. At least that is what Marwl envisioned, the other Vorcha wanted to fight and rule from Heshtok, but Marwl said that they must grow their economy before they marched. Many listened for he was the oldest and had the most guns.

It was simple for them to do such things as they focus their rage on building an economy worthwhile. They started building their first spaceport on Heshtok and it led to a surge of Vorcha coming to the planet and to the Clan looking for work. It also allowed trade between other Vorcha Clans across the Terminus and the Heshtok Clan grew as they incorporate a human destroyer and more of their navy was being built in order to be a stronger force despite their primitive shipbuilding techniques.

Month2

1 Spaceport on Heshtok
3 Mining Complexes on Heshtok
1 major mining complexes on Heshtok
7 credits for human destroyer
1 light cruiser
247 credits/month

by **Archangelskl Oblast** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 11:23 pm

Primarch Nyree Victus
Palaven, Cipritine

Nyree sat outside, the sun shined on his face. Nyree scratched at the steel seat under him the texture was comforting. Looking around the courtyard Nyree observed the people on the other side of the fence. Everyone walking to there destinations, work, the store, school? The destination never mattered, or did it? A beep on his omni-tool took Victus away from his toughs. Credits from the Asari and other groups have been officially transfers to the Hierarchy accounts, all military requisition would be sent to the office of Military affairs to be sorted. On the other end of the spectrum Nyree had to personal see to internal affairs. Pulling up the documents the Primarch pulled all documents and prepared to issue them. After reviewing all information the Primarch was satisfied. All laws would integrate well with the people as expected.

Nyree stood and hit the send button. The new laws would be issued by automated VI message. Walking toward the cool interior of the Hierarchy headquarters, the primarch began to look over other messages he had waiting for him.
Messages from the salarian Dalatrass had ought his eye.

Primarch,

In order to support the development of your fleets, and galactic peace, the Salarian Union donates these funds to that end. In addition, should you accept the following proposal the Salarian Union fleets, Intelligence apparatus, and ground forces shall support you as you request them for a period of no less than one year from this date, should you be willing to provide schematics for, and a working Tantalus Drive Core. We are aware you have the authority to summon support fleets from the Union and other Council Races, however, with this you would have the full support of the Salarian military. You shall not be thought of less should you not accept this proposal, and we shall still be willing to assist you, of course, although more care will be taken into account for deciding the quantity and quality of forces to deploy in order to assist you.

Best of luck to you in your new office,
Dalatrass Relbana

Nyree began to type up a response to his ally.

Code: Select all: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- To: Dalatrass Relbana From: Primarch Victus Subject: Credits and Military support Code: YST-637-152800000-75R-U67-666 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dalatrass Relbana, Thank you for the donation, your credits will not go to waste. The hierarchy is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the council and these credits will be put to use protecting the people. Again thank you. On the subject of the honorable salarian unions fleets, Yes we could use the support till we have replaced the losses form the last attack on the citadel. Thank you for the offer. We the turian people and I as the Pirmarch Humbly accept your offer in exchange we will make your drive cores and deliver them to your ship yards for instalation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Regards, -Primarch Victus --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Message from the Primarch
Primearch Nyree Victus

Transmission over video of new law for the people of the hierarchy.

-a) Education is now a priority. Until 15 you are to be in school with little more than 12 days off a standard galactic year. With a now standard 10 hour school day. New subjects in school, self defense available to all ages willing, explosive ordinance classes to anyone above the age of 10,Firearms safety classes are avalibe to all ages, sky-car driving courses to ages 12 and up. All classes are free. Failure to attend all of these classes will result in imprisonment.

-b) All citizens are to carry some form of firearm on there person at all times. If military grade you must go through background checks and register or you will face imprisonment.

-c) Children must be given 4 standard meals a day for after school MOaT (Military Orientation and Training) must attend 7 days out of the 8 day week.

-d) All citizens are to report to your neighborhood Military outpost to become registered for birthing permit. Blood must be taken during this proses to stock medical supply's for emergency. All citizens are to be filed for security and travel purposes.

Councilor Sparatus
Citadel, Percidium

The bustle of activity was always high on this ward. Sparatus had never gotten used to the sounds of the wards and all its traffic. This irritated him to high hell. Or had it been a build up of all the other things happening around him? No matter the days went on the same. The turian had been in the middle of reviewing new specter candadates when a message come through.

To the esteemed Councilor Sparatus of the Turian Hierarchy,

Your people have taken an extreme interest in technology from the Reaper, or should I say Geth, warship. I have in my possession several pieces of technology that, when analysed, could be used to improve communication systems aboard Council warships. I am willing to give the tech in question, as well as all of our analytic results and blueprints, to you if you are willing to come to an arrangement. I propose that we meet in the Upper Wards alleyway for the exchange. You may bring guards if you wish, I will come alone and unarmed. I would appreciate your confidentiality and secrecy on this matter.

The councilor scoffed, and thought "Seems shady enough. No doubt these were humans." The councilor downloaded a second copy onto his data pad. Calling in a receptionist Sparatus handed it to her and said, "Take this data pad t C-Sec and deliver it directly to the top." The data pad also contained the coordinates for placement of C-Sec officers and to be ready with a Quick Reaction Force. The receptionist bowed and left the room. Sparatus was sure it was possible as wreckage had littered all over the wards. Nearly anyone could have gotten there hands on the tech. The turian stood minuets latter, and left the office. Ording his personal driver to deliver him to the location. Once there He sat on a bench and waited.

Freighter 2456

The crew of the Freighter began to panic. Setting out a distress beacon and then quickly jumping into FTL out of the system. It was indeed a Geth fighter but it had to be a joke, The geth talking? It was almost terrifying.

Primarch Victus
Cipritine, Palaven

Nyree was position looking out the large window in his office. He found himself doing this usually when he was on a war ship to help calm his nerves. The source of this stress was today was the day of his wife's death, it has been two years since his loss and it was still on his mind. He had been waiting on a call from his daughter Siria Victus. She is currently a Lieutenant in the marines, 1st division marines currently stationed with 2nd fleet on the edge of the terminus.By far the most dangerous posting in the turian fleet. Nyree reads all the reports, they encounter pirates at latest 17 times a week. Siria Is trained in boarding vessels, and knowing his daughter she took after him, which means she leads from the front. And this made him worry. She was stubborn, hardheaded and a complete hard-charger. She mad his proud.

Nearly ten minuets passed then a beep came at the door. Nyree sighed and walked to the desk and hit the button to open the door. A familiar voice came from behind him followed by the familiar found of heels clicking for a crisp salute. Spinning fast on his heel The primarch saw his daughter standing in the center of the hatch, she wore her marine corps dress white uniform, the gold shined in the florescent lighting and her medals hung expertly across her chest.

"Good morning Primarch." She said, holding her bearing.

Nyree exchanged a salute, "Good morning Lieutenant." he said, and turned to the two marines flanking either side of her, "Its fine you may leave and give us some privacy."

The marines exchanged a salute and marched out the door. The doors closed behind the two and the primarch approached the marine. Both Turians stared at each other for a moment, Nyree felt a tear forming in his eye as he viewed what his daughter had become. Nyree was so proud he could hardly contain himself. "It is great to see you Lieuten-." Nyree stopped. Siria teared up and said, "It is nice to see you to, dad." Embracing his daughter in a very warm and long hug. They both sobbed uncontrollably. finally they both pulled away to compose themselves.

Finally Nyree motioned to the two seats in front of his desk, both of them took a seat. "I honestly expected a call Siria." he said giving a slight chuckle, he said wiping tears from his face.

"Well I think that my company commander felt it was wrong to deny the daughter of the Primarch permission for leave for the day." Nyree straitened, "Siria you know how i feel about using ones rank and connectio-" she cut him off.

"Dad, it was a joke. I filed for leave early this year to try and surprise you."

Nyree smiled and said, "I am glad you are here. If not for me, for mom. Speaking of which, have you talked to your little brothers?"

Leaning back in her chair she sighed saying "No, last time I had contact with Galus, was a few months ago, he was transferred to 1st fleet I believe. But I am sure you know that. Artillius." She paused for a minuet and looked sad."Artillius, I haven't herd after him since mom died. Last I had heard he EAS'd and moved to Thesia.. Last I heard he is having some trouble."

Nyree sighed, "Why hasn't he contacted me? He knows I will help him. Is he still mad at me for the fight?"

Silia looked Nyree in the eyes, "Dad, he made his choice and left the family. What happened that day, is not your fault. It was just a misunderstanding and I don't think that he has completely come to terms they mom's death yet. He only blames you because he doesn't want to understand that It was an accident. I know you couldn't have possibly known that that evacuation zone was a sepritist trap."

Nyree winced in the pain of the memory. "I know, but I understand why he thinks it is my fault." looking on his omi-tool, it was almost noon, and Nyree stood. "Do you want to come with me to the memorial?" Siria stood as-well and nodded. The two left the room and made the venture to the hover cars out front and then continued on to the Taetrus 2185 Memorial.

by **Celivaia** » Thu Jul 02, 2015 11:58 pm

As Dalatrass Relbana is sitting in her office, eagerly awaiting a reply to her proposal to the Turians, a light begins to blink on her main computer's monitor. She opens the message and begins to carefully read over it.

Code: Select all: MESSAGE RECEIVED READS: ----------------------------------------------------------------------- To: Dalatrass Relbana From: Primarch Victus Subject: Credits and Military support Code: YST-637-152800000-75R-U67-666 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Dalatrass Relbana, Thank you for the donation, your credits will not go to waste. The hierarchy is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the council and these credits will be put to use protecting the people. Again thank you. On the subject of the honorable salarian unions fleets, Yes we could use the support till we have replaced the losses form the last attack on the citadel. Thank you for the offer. We the turian people and I as the Pirmarch Humbly accept your offer in exchange we will make your drive cores and deliver them to your ship yards for instalation. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Regards, -Primarch Victus --------------------------------------------------------------------------

With her excitement barely containable, she calls the High Commander into her office. "Commander, I was read the Primarch's reply to my proposal, and he accepted! He will produce Tantalus cores for us and deliver them to our shipyard on Mannovai, in exchange for intelligence and military support, available at his request. It's a drastic measure, but imagine what we could do with our stealth technology when paired with a Tantalus core.. Our funds are already earmarked for this month, but next month, we'll begin production of an advanced frigate to act as a test bed for this, and future integrations of the Tantalus drives into our fleet. This is an exciting opportunity, Commander!" exclaimed the Dalatrass.

"Yes, Dalatrass! I'll begin coordinating resources for the new frigate as we speak. We'll begin production once the funds are available. I assume stealth systems will be required?" questioned the High Commander
"Absolutely. It may take some work to integrate the drive core to function with our existing ship layout and stealth systems, but with enough funds, time, and resources, anything is possible, and this, Commander, you WILL make possible." stated the Dalatrass firmly.
"Yes Dalatrass! I'll begin coordinating the resources immediately."

by **The corporate states of Astavar** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 1:27 am

Eastern Council Border system:
Geth Freighter 2456 was undetered overall nothing gained nothing lost
Freighter 2456 jumped again this time for the Citadel they would have to go directly to the source

Citadel:
This is Freighter 2456 hailing Citadel Control we wish to dock

by **Celivaia** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 1:33 am

"Dalatrass, we have a report from our teams on Omega. Message reads: "We have ended Shadow protocol, due to the Vorcha forces pulling back, and have left Omega entirely. It probably won't be necessary to reroute the fleets to support us. We shall resume our previous orders." Shall we do as they recommend, Dalatrass?" remarks the High Commander

"Yes, go ahead and reroute the fleets to their previous stations. Keep our funding the same, however. It can't hurt to have additional ground forces and landers for later."

"It shall be done, Dalatrass."

Several hours later...

"Dalatrass, Patrol Fleet Two has returned to Widow, and they have a Geth freighter on scan, approaching the Citadel. Orders?"

"This can't be good. After the Geth assault, we can't be sure of the motives of any of the Geth. Have the Patrol Fleet move between the freighter and the Citadel docks, don't let the freighter in close, and be ready to fire the instant the High Commander gives the order. Hail the freighter, and order it to cut its engines, and await further instructions. Alert Csec, as well as the Turian Embassy. The Primarch needs to hear of this immediately."

by **The corporate states of Astavar** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 2:21 am

Celivaia wrote:"Dalatrass, we have a report from our teams on Omega. Message reads: "We have ended Shadow protocol, due to the Vorcha forces pulling back, and have left Omega entirely. It probably won't be necessary to reroute the fleets to support us. We shall resume our previous orders." Shall we do as they recommend, Dalatrass?" remarks the High Commander

"Yes, go ahead and reroute the fleets to their previous stations. Keep our funding the same, however. It can't hurt to have additional ground forces and landers for later."

"It shall be done, Dalatrass."

Several hours later...

"Dalatrass, Patrol Fleet Two has returned to Widow, and they have a Geth freighter on scan, approaching the Citadel. Orders?"

"This can't be good. After the Geth assault, we can't be sure of the motives of any of the Geth. Have the Patrol Fleet move between the freighter and the Citadel docks, don't let the freighter in close, and be ready to fire the instant the High Commander gives the order. Hail the freighter, and order it to cut its engines, and await further instructions. Alert Csec, as well as the Turian Embassy. The Primarch needs to hear of this immediately."

the Engines die down the Freighter is drifting in space
"To Salarian leader, we request that you do not fire on our vessel, we are unarmed, we will follow your instructions to the letter, we invite a boarding party to our ship. so you know i'm alone on this ship please respond"

Edit: OOC (this ship is of Human make not geth but let's say you recognised the radio signal as geth)

by **Celivaia** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 11:22 am

The corporate states of Astavar wrote:
Celivaia wrote:"Dalatrass, we have a report from our teams on Omega. Message reads: "We have ended Shadow protocol, due to the Vorcha forces pulling back, and have left Omega entirely. It probably won't be necessary to reroute the fleets to support us. We shall resume our previous orders." Shall we do as they recommend, Dalatrass?" remarks the High Commander

"Yes, go ahead and reroute the fleets to their previous stations. Keep our funding the same, however. It can't hurt to have additional ground forces and landers for later."

"It shall be done, Dalatrass."

Several hours later...

"Dalatrass, Patrol Fleet Two has returned to Widow, and they have a Geth freighter on scan, approaching the Citadel. Orders?"

"This can't be good. After the Geth assault, we can't be sure of the motives of any of the Geth. Have the Patrol Fleet move between the freighter and the Citadel docks, don't let the freighter in close, and be ready to fire the instant the High Commander gives the order. Hail the freighter, and order it to cut its engines, and await further instructions. Alert Csec, as well as the Turian Embassy. The Primarch needs to hear of this immediately."

the Engines die down the Freighter is drifting in space
"To Salarian leader, we request that you do not fire on our vessel, we are unarmed, we will follow your instructions to the letter, we invite a boarding party to our ship. so you know i'm alone on this ship please respond"

Edit: OOC (this ship is of Human make not geth but let's say you recognised the radio signal as geth)

OOC: Sorry about that, the detail missed making it into the post. And apologies for the post messing up. I had a post typed up, but apparently it timed out and I had to log back in, goofed it up and eliminated it, and posted this empty thing. Fixing.

"Roger, Geth ship, prepare for boarding," calls out High Commander Gubame.

5 minutes later..

The Salarian frigate Fathom extends its docking tube towards the Geth freighter. Once the tube connects to the Geth ship, the two STG SpecOps teams onboard the Fathom file into the docking tube, with the commander in charge of the operation, Mordin Solus, taking the lead. Once everyone's prepared, Mordin opens the door, and over 50 STG rifles raise at the sight of a Geth platform in the doorway. "Hold fire!" shouts Mordin Solus. "It had to know this was practically suicide to venture to the Citadel... Attack? No, too few numbers, defences too effective. Infiltration? No, Geth do not intentionally infiltrate. Why, then? Hm? Do tell."

by **Vicavian Empire** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 11:33 am

Migrant Fleet

Admiral Zaal'Koris vas Qwib-Qwib, surveyed the damage done to the habitiation ship. It could have been worse, but it was still damaging. Repairs had immediately been ordered and an investigation was launched to how the Quarian Navy failed to intercept the probe. The Admiralty board had convened to discuss the incident. Luckily, ship production didn't cease and training continued. The damage was large, but it was contained. The Admirals were shaken, but calm about the situation.
Admiral Han'Gerrel vas Neema however, was less than calm.
"Our people were nearly destroyed, if that probe had gone any further..." Han started to say.
"But it did not" retorted Admiral Shala'Raan vas Tonbay, "and we should look to prevent such catastrophes in the future."
"If we're done here, I have some upgrades I want to look at." stated Admiral Daro'Xen vas Moreh.
Han'Gerrel did his best to glare at her through his tinted visor.
"We are not done, a young Quarian from pilgrimage just returned and..."
"What did that Quarian bring?" interrupted Admiral Xen
"A Thanix cannon, but that is not the point." stated Han exasperatedly as Admiral Xen immediately opened up her omni-tool. "It is to my attention that a Matriarch brought back the young Quarian to the fleet and wishes to speak with us and help us."
Admiral Xen looked up from her omni-tool. "A Matriarch?"
"Apparently she fought with us during the Geth War and wants to help. She even sent a sizable sum of credits to us."
The other Admirals looked around.
"Very well, allow her to meet us." stated Admiral Koris.

Citadel

Resisting the urge to hack into the Volus's suit to make everything smell like shit, Leesin'Cemor vas Saajol followed the Volus. Signing the paperwork and paying the Volus, he walked out, signaling his crew to take the dreadnought and pilot it back to the Migrant Fleet.

by **Dernland** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 11:38 am

Archangelskl Oblast wrote:

Councilor Sparatus
Citadel, Percidium

The bustle of activity was always high on this ward. Sparatus had never gotten used to the sounds of the wards and all its traffic. This irritated him to high hell. Or had it been a build up of all the other things happening around him? No matter the days went on the same. The turian had been in the middle of reviewing new specter candadates when a message come through.

To the esteemed Councilor Sparatus of the Turian Hierarchy,

Your people have taken an extreme interest in technology from the Reaper, or should I say Geth, warship. I have in my possession several pieces of technology that, when analysed, could be used to improve communication systems aboard Council warships. I am willing to give the tech in question, as well as all of our analytic results and blueprints, to you if you are willing to come to an arrangement. I propose that we meet in the Upper Wards alleyway for the exchange. You may bring guards if you wish, I will come alone and unarmed. I would appreciate your confidentiality and secrecy on this matter.

The councilor scoffed, and thought "Seems shady enough. No doubt these were humans." The councilor downloaded a second copy onto his data pad. Calling in a receptionist Sparatus handed it to her and said, "Take this data pad t C-Sec and deliver it directly to the top." The data pad also contained the coordinates for placement of C-Sec officers and to be ready with a Quick Reaction Force. The receptionist bowed and left the room. Sparatus was sure it was possible as wreckage had littered all over the wards. Nearly anyone could have gotten there hands on the tech. The turian stood minuets latter, and left the office. Ording his personal driver to deliver him to the location. Once there He sat on a bench and waited.

Kyoto strode through the Upper Wards, passing the door to Chora's Den. Although there were several doors and an entire alley in between him and the club, the music still reverberated through his boots. Unlike the rest of the Agents throughout this level of the wards, he was there on business and was dressed as such. He wore a modified version of the standard Alliance uniform. All Alliance insignias were replaced by the Protocol's symbol and an armored pauldron rested on his right shoulder. His cropped hair was groomed to a professional standard, all in an attempt to appear formal and distinguished from the regular ruffian. Kyoto shifted the large duffel bag on his shoulder. It was quite heavy, full of the salvaged reaper tech. He turned down the alley leading to the meeting coordinates and saw the Turian sitting on a lone bench.

"Counselor Sparatus." He said, preforming a slight but respectful bow. "I'm glad that you have come on such short notice, and alone no less. Though I suspect that C-Sec has several rifles pointed at me right now. I have the tech, and ask for only one thing in return. My superiors have been anxious to find certain," He paused for a moment, thinking of what to say, "Individuals, within the galaxy. We are willing to hand over this tech in exchange for unlimited access to C-Secs Database on Escaped Convicts. I would rather not explain why, as it is top secret, but if you ask I will tell you."

by **Argentumurbem** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 11:51 am

With the solemn word of our great leader, Gherish the Chosen, the Hegemony is continuing to prove its supremacy on the galactic stage. Even as I report this to you, brave and loyal civilians of the Hegemony, millions have already been issued with their new duties. The colony on Aratoht is becoming a utopia as only a batarian can build. Already tens of thousands from the council races have tried to flee the decadence of their homeworlds to find a life within our borders, but I am happy to inform the Hegemony that our gallant and ever-vigilant armed forces have turned these corrupted criminals away from our worlds.

"They will do as I say, or they will be dealt with harshly as traitors."

He used that word a lot now, traitor. That was the term used to describe the generals and admirals who flocked around him like lost sheep. That was the name for the thousands who did not put as much energy in to advancing the Hegemony as he did. To be named as such was to be sent in to one of the mines and left to die, toiling for years without sunlight. When Gherish mentioned it, his advisers leapt to their duties.

"You are correct, Supreme Leader."

Oh, I like that. He had given his life to his people, and even this simple recognition meant a lot to him. He grinned despite the poor image he felt that it gave of himself.

"Six year terms for in the military, nine in other state departments. Beginning at the age of sixteen, every batarian shall give their government some of their best years. Production will increase ten-fold because of this. Our army will be filled with the most professional warriors in the galaxy. Our fleets will be invincible and our empire will be born."

This sort of compulsory service had yet to be introduced at such length. If it were to succeed, then the batarian populace would become no better than slaves to the Supreme Leader, tied in to the government as never before.

by **Kinistian** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 6:35 pm

Clan Krerdok||Capek||The Underground

Capek,a desert of like no kind in this galaxy,even the mighty thresher maws have a hard time living here and their usually one another's prey. Admit the dust and sand a Krogan warlord and his companions marched though the desert with their masked on. Their distinctive clan markings showing them to be of clan Krerdok. The Warlord rose his hand and they all stopped with their guns raised,breathing loudly though their helmets as their heavy armor clunked and clanked together. The warlord grabbed his big hammer and took a few more steps,bending down to touch the soft sand,feeling for any anomalies before placing an ear to the ground. He heard a little twitch and without hesitation dove out of the way just as a good size thresher maw erupted though the earth screeching in fury.

The warlord laughed though his mask and activated the mass effect field around him that also expanded to his hammer. He heard his men starting to spray bullets and shells into the creature,roaring and hissing at their lungs content as they unloaded round after round into the predators thick hide. The thresher screeched again and swung his body into a few spec ops,sending the flying a few yards away. The warlord snorted and charged forward,spinning his war hammer and slamming into the animal's side,using his biotic abilities to strengthen the blow while the hammer emitted its own electric shock that ripped though the thresher maw that screamed in pain. The Krogan didn't let up,he pulled out his pistol and started firing his clip into a new opened wound before sending a few warps into the same place until splat! He made a clean hole though the thresher maw the width of man hole. The towering creature wail loudly like a whale before slumping to the ground in a loud thud.

There was a lot of hooting and hollering as the warriors claimed up to bask in the glory of their month long kill. Some even argued over which bullet hole was who's expect for the massive hole the warlord made with his hammer and biotics. He marked each of his men with it's blood before calling in the heavy armored tanks to help bring him and his men...and the kill back to the underground.

Hours later....

The massive bunker doors opened and two tanks dragged the dead carcass into the processing wing. The huge metal underground city was full of life then Tuchanka,their were stores and other business that you would find in places like omega but their were massive gladiatorial like pits with crowds watching a Batarain slaver being forced to fight a pack a varrens with a hammer he could barley swing,his just punishment for darling to try and kidnap a Kroagn for his actions. As our great Warlord walked down the streets a loud scream was heard followed by the cheers and roars of a happy Krogan crowd.

Our Warlord walked into the most decorated part of the Underground,which was limed with clan banners and statues of ancient Krogan of Tuchanka. He bowed down to his chieftain and put his helmet in front of him."I have return from the hunt!"he bellowed out and glanced up at the old Krogan.

"Well done Tosk! Your kill will feed the Underground for many months"he said and looked over the battle scared brute."Now go and start lining up new recruits for the legion "he order out and with a grumbling nod Tosk stood up and sent go do that.

Fux actives a panel on his stone throne and started to make the purchases for the new divisions and economy wise.

by **Archangelskl Oblast** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 7:29 pm

Dernland wrote:
Archangelskl Oblast wrote:

Councilor Sparatus
Citadel, Percidium

The bustle of activity was always high on this ward. Sparatus had never gotten used to the sounds of the wards and all its traffic. This irritated him to high hell. Or had it been a build up of all the other things happening around him? No matter the days went on the same. The turian had been in the middle of reviewing new specter candadates when a message come through.

The councilor scoffed, and thought "Seems shady enough. No doubt these were humans." The councilor downloaded a second copy onto his data pad. Calling in a receptionist Sparatus handed it to her and said, "Take this data pad t C-Sec and deliver it directly to the top." The data pad also contained the coordinates for placement of C-Sec officers and to be ready with a Quick Reaction Force. The receptionist bowed and left the room. Sparatus was sure it was possible as wreckage had littered all over the wards. Nearly anyone could have gotten there hands on the tech. The turian stood minuets latter, and left the office. Ording his personal driver to deliver him to the location. Once there He sat on a bench and waited.

Kyoto strode through the Upper Wards, passing the door to Chora's Den. Although there were several doors and an entire alley in between him and the club, the music still reverberated through his boots. Unlike the rest of the Agents throughout this level of the wards, he was there on business and was dressed as such. He wore a modified version of the standard Alliance uniform. All Alliance insignias were replaced by the Protocol's symbol and an armored pauldron rested on his right shoulder. His cropped hair was groomed to a professional standard, all in an attempt to appear formal and distinguished from the regular ruffian. Kyoto shifted the large duffel bag on his shoulder. It was quite heavy, full of the salvaged reaper tech. He turned down the alley leading to the meeting coordinates and saw the Turian sitting on a lone bench.

"Counselor Sparatus." He said, preforming a slight but respectful bow. "I'm glad that you have come on such short notice, and alone no less. Though I suspect that C-Sec has several rifles pointed at me right now. I have the tech, and ask for only one thing in return. My superiors have been anxious to find certain," He paused for a moment, thinking of what to say, "Individuals, within the galaxy. We are willing to hand over this tech in exchange for unlimited access to C-Secs Database on Escaped Convicts. I would rather not explain why, as it is top secret, but if you ask I will tell you."

Counselor Sparatus
Citadel

Without looking at the man Counselor Sparatus laughed and retorted, "You expect me to give you full access to some of the most top secret information in the galaxy? Human, I have no idea how you do things but I don't know who you even are. I cant possibly trust you, and what is to stop me from confiscating the GETH tech? Which is legal by council law by the way. Also I know nothing about this tech. You could be handing me a geth power cell or even a quarian toilet for all I know. You coming here was a bad move for you. I regret to inform you that the dozens of rifles are correct and It dose not surprise me that you figured this one out. You are under arrest and we will talk about this in a place where we cannot be bothered." At that moment several C-sec officers began to approach along with five Csec hover cars. "Please dont make this hard on yourself." Counselor Sparatus said.

Primarch Victus,
Palaven

Nyree had spend the rest of the day with his daughter Siria before she had a chance to leave back to the fleet. This had made him a very happy man. She would do good. Siria made Nyree Proud to be a father. The last few days had been busy with the standard stuff, over seeing local promotions, two retirement ceremony's, among other things. But thus far today had been slow for the primarch. Suddenly a message form the citadel had come through. It was Admiral.Venous Vakrious of 1st fleet station at the citadel. Reviewing the message The primarch stood. the admiral was assisting in the capture of an active Geth unit that has arrived at the citadel on board a human ship! A group of the 1st marines had arived on with the salarians to secure the area, all he could do was wait to see what could happen.

Lieutenant Siria Victus
Citidel Ward Docking

The turian drop ship touched sown and thee marines, dressed in their gold what white armor aimed there rifles as they went in behind the salarian STG team. Twenty seven marines were on back up for STG when they entered the area. Five marines covered the door while the other five stood on top of the hull awaiting orders to breach in the event of something going wrong. They had moved quick and cleared the ship, once they had arrived Lieutenant Victus stood behind a hand full of STG. One of the salarians began to speak the the synthetic. Talking to a synthetic? Was he mad? Kill it! she thought to herself. "Moving arounf the salarian formation she kept her finger on the trigger. She knew better than to speak but every bone told her to shoot the son of a bitch in his flash light head.

by **Celivaia** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 8:01 pm

Mordin Solus,
Citadel Ward Docking

Shortly after Mordin breached the Geth freighter, the Turians arrived, and corralled the freighter and the Salarian Patrol Fleet into the Citadel Docks, where things progressed from there. Once all the ships had settled, everyone who needed to disembark did so, with the Turian marines and STG standing around Mordin as he was making conversation with the Geth platform.

Speaking more rapidly than most species find acceptable.. "Hmm, yes, most interest-- Ah! A Turian officer, hmm.. Lieutenant, yes? Wonderful to see you, interesting day. Not often Geth fly to Citadel, especially in unarmed ship. I remember the last time. Lots of ship fire, didn't end so well. No matter, not relevant today. Freighter empty, largely, found a server with some Geth programs. Geth have collective intelligence; more there are, smarter they are. To keep this one sane, had to have installed more. Only way to keep it coherent. No additional platforms, though. Just the one. Thoughts?"

by **Dernland** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 8:10 pm

"

Archangelskl Oblast wrote:Counselor Sparatus
Citadel

Without looking at the man Counselor Sparatus laughed and retorted, "You expect me to give you full access to some of the most top secret information in the galaxy? Human, I have no idea how you do things but I don't know who you even are. I cant possibly trust you, and what is to stop me from confiscating the GETH tech? Which is legal by council law by the way. Also I know nothing about this tech. You could be handing me a geth power cell or even a quarian toilet for all I know. You coming here was a bad move for you. I regret to inform you that the dozens of rifles are correct and It dose not surprise me that you figured this one out. You are under arrest and we will talk about this in a place where we cannot be bothered." At that moment several C-sec officers began to approach along with five Csec hover cars. "Please dont make this hard on yourself." Counselor Sparatus said.

Agent Kyoto laughed quite casually for someone with his life on the line, almost too casually. "I suspected things would go this way, but I hoped you would cooperate. I'm sorry to inform you Counselor, but you cannot arrest someone who doesn't exist." He knelt on the ground and placed his hands behind his head, activating his omni-tool's comms system while he did so. "Omnes Pantheon Protocol Agentibus, Kyoto est compromised. Patet domum non audent ereptae Neptuni ponere punctum colligunt." Echoed from the tools speakers. He removed his omni-tool and pressed a single button, seemingly deactivating the device. He had actually activated a fail-safe, purging all sensitive data from it but leaving it intact for study. "Well Counselor, I am ready to go when you are." Kyoto said, replacing his hands upon his head.

by **Archangelskl Oblast** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 8:20 pm

Lieutenant Siria Victus
Citadel Docks

The salarian spoke to quick, It was almost amusing and she probably would have laughed if it wasn't for her adrenaline pumping and her mind set to kill. He made a few valid points about this geth might be unique but that didn't matter to her in the long run. Geth were killers just like her. Lieutenant Victus spoke through her helmet amplifiers, "Sir, I am not a scientist, I just shoot things, and given the history we have with thease monsters, and our present situation, I say we shoot this one too."

Counselor Sparatus
Citadel

Counselor Sparatus look at the human in frustration. "You Idiot." he said shaking his head. This man had no clue what was supposed to happen. The S-Sec officers surrounded them taking him to the floor the put him in cuffs and escorted him to a squad car on the way to C-Sec interrogation. Counselor Sparatus took a separate vehicle to the location but both arrived at the same time. C-sec put the man in the interrogation chair. Ten minuets latter Counselor Sparatus walked in the room walking to the camera and turning it off. looking at the man once again in frustration. "For a shady criminal type, you sure are not very smart, you know that?"

by **Celivaia** » Fri Jul 03, 2015 8:29 pm

Archangelskl Oblast wrote:Lieutenant Siria Victus
Citadel Docks

The salarian spoke to quick, It was almost amusing and she probably would have laughed if it wasn't for her adrenaline pumping and her mind set to kill. He made a few valid points about this geth might be unique but that didn't matter to her in the long run. Geth were killers just like her. Lieutenant Victus spoke through her helmet amplifiers, "Sir, I am not a scientist, I just shoot things, and given the history we have with thease monsters, and our present situation, I say we shoot this one too."

"Hmm... possibly. Might hold valuable information, then again might also be a bomb." Just as he finishes saying that, he activates his Omni-tool, and quickly scans the Geth platform. "No, definitely not a bomb. not enough power. Could be chemical, but no traces. Certainly would work as a precursor to invasion. Blow up defence fleets, lead invasion force. Either way, would not recommend. Oh, also, STG teams recovered the Geth programs from the server. Stored in quarantine in special STG servers on Fathom. Safe to transfer... Provided proper equipment. Otherwise very dangerous. Geth are masters at cyberwarfare, could easily vent all air from ships, or detonate networked weapons. Very interesting. Almost wrote a thesis on it once. Decided to go with medicine instead. More interesting. Amazing what you can do with a human tuna, Salarian qur'squib, and Turian bar nuts. Interesting reaction in human rabbits. And Rhinoceros'. Also makes an Asari's liver and central nervous system combust. Apologies, back to task. Prefer waiting for messages from higher up to determine what to do with the platform. Interrogation may be useful, although could pose a threat the longer it's here."

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