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Vengeance for the Fallen
Prologue
2 Days before Reaper invasion of Earth
Drifting through the inky black of space the Systems Alliance frigate Pearl Harbor ran on minimum power in an attempt to go unnoticed by any that may have been looking. The vessel was currently patrolling the neutral region between Alliance and Batarian space, Pearl Harbor was tasked to watch for any activity from the increasingly quiet Hegemony. Six months prior Commander Shepard was reported to have caused the total destruction of a Batarian system and consequently the deaths of over three hundred thousand colonist. Alliance brass had made it clear that they wanted Alliance territory secure in the event of Batarian retaliation.
"Sit rep." Captain Allana Fallon ordered from behind the pilot's seat.
"No Activity detected, it's a bit creepy ma'am. This is the main route to the Cadmas relay, we should be seeing freighter activity at the least. But as far as I can tell we're totally alone out here." reported the young sensor officer.
"Maintain passive scanning; let me know if anything changes."
The Captain turned to head back through the heart of the ship when she spotted her XO, Major Carver Frost heading her way with a look of concern in his eye.
"Still nothing on scanners?" he asked, thought it was clearly a statement and not a question.
"It just doesn't make sense, where the hell have they all gone?" she asked not really expecting an answer.
The two officers began making their way back toward the body of the frigate as they mused over their situation.
"It's starting to look like Shepard may have been right." Frost stated without preamble.
"Please Major, I still haven't seen anything to make me believe the Apocalypse is coming and I'd appreciate it if we could focus on the evidence in front of us."
Almost as if on cue alarms and lights began blaring.
"Multiple contacts." shouted the pilot.
"I've got three ships on sensors, two match Batarian frigate profiles …this can't be right."
"What is it?" Fallon asked returning to the cockpit with Frost right on her heels.
"The third ship, profile matches the Geth Dreadnought from the Battle of the Citadel."
Silence dominated the cockpit for a short moment while the irony of the command team's recent conversation sunk in.
"What's the evidence look like now Captain?" Frost asked humorlessly.
"Get us the hell out of here lieutenant." was the only response the Captain gave.