A/N: Hello, I have created yet another story! Some of you, upon hearing this, will release a groan of annoyance and think something along the lines of 'Oh no, not this BS again'. First of all, fair enough, but I have gotten bored of fantasy stories for now, I thought a change in genre would be interesting. Also, the sheer failure of SATOR was simply soul crushing. On that note though, hopefully this story will garner more success! Then again, it could even do worse… But I shall not dwell on such depressing thoughts! The past is behind us, and the future is still up in the air, so I shall stop ranting about the unfairness of life and the discontent of some of my followers, and let you read this story!

OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER: The 'Mass Effect' franchise is property of Bioware and 'Overwatch' is property of Blizzard. I do however own any OCs that pop up in this story though.

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"Personal log entry number one; twenty-seven sixty-six galactic standard." A small Quarian boy wearing a predominantly blue enviro-suit into an omnitool. "Veetor'Xalaan nar Maayya speaking. We've finally managed to retake Rannoch! We got beat up quite a lot, but the Admiralty ordered a ceasefire." The small Quarian chirped with excitement. "Father says that admiral Tali'Zorah vas Normandy and a Human called… Umm." Veetor looked to someone off screen as if asking for a cue.

"Shephard, Veetor." An older masculine voice prompted kindly.

"Right," He nodded. "And a Human called 'Commander Shephard'. Thanks to them, the Geth and the Admiralty are trying to, patch things up."

The boy seemed to shiver with excitement. "Whilst most are going planet-side to resettle, there are a few that are staying on the ships like me and father. Whilst we are still pretty busy with ship repair, there is more time for me to study."

Looking around again, the boy's vibrant tone dropped a little. "Of course, it's rather strange seeing the ship so empty; the captain sent a lot of the crew down to assist with the rebuilding and it's really empty."

"Veetor, are you alright?" The masculine voice asked tentatively, still staying off screen.

"I'm find papa," Veetor assured, pulling himself together. "Just not used to it."

"Alright," He relented. "Come on, close that up; we still have to check the electrical subsystems on deck four."

"Right." Veetor nodded, turning the screen off.

"Personal log entry number twenty-three; twenty-seven sixty-six galactic standard. We had a few Geth come on board today to help with moving some supplies onto the planet!" Veetor whispered excitedly into the omnitool. "I've never seen a Geth before, not in real life."

A sudden clang in the background surprised Veetor and he spun round to face the intruder. However, there was likely no-one there as the boy soon went back to his omnitool. "As I was saying, a couple of large Geth Primes hauled some supplies from the ship. I'm glad we aren't fighting anymore; I would hate going up against that." Fiddling with his omnitool for a second, he brought up a screen of code.

"On an unrelated note; I have managed to create a small malware app on my omnitool!" He announced proudly. "Of course, it won't work on anything with high level security, but it can open simple locked doors."

Fiddling around with the coding for a moment, he turned back to the omnitool. "My father has also been teaching me some of the more complex mechanics of the eezo drive and he tells me I'm a very good learner."

Hiding the window of code, Veetor sighs dejectedly. "Whilst we are at peace with the Geth, some people aren't happy with the outcome. Some are saying that they wished we had destroyed them when we had the chance. And father says that the wider galactic community is divided on it."

Suddenly, the sound of distant voices could be heard in the background of the recording. Panicking slightly, Veetor quickly ended the log and snuck off.

"Personal log entry number thirty; twenty-seven sixty-six galactic standard." A tired Veetor groaned into the microphone of the omnitool from his quarters' bunk. "An asteroid managed to bypass the kinetic barriers, and we had to spend two hours repairing the breach EVA."

The exhausted Quarian moaned in frustration, his usually bright eyes seemingly dull from tiredness. "Of course," He continued. "Having gone through the barriers, the rock had to go straight through the navigation systems and we had to help the rest of the crew with the repairs as soon as we had finished with the hull breach."

Rolling onto his back, Veetor tried to adjust his position in his cot. "The only reason I am recording this is because I wanted to leave myself a reminder to try and improve the capacity of the heat sinks in Father's handgun. He was complaining abou… Y'know what, screw this. I'm going to sleep." Finishing off by turning to omnitool off.

"Alright! Personal log entry number thirty-nine; twenty-seven sixty-six galactic standard." Veetor excitedly chatted into his omnitool, his voice alive with excitement. "Father has finally been able to get us some shore leave!"

The camera turned round to reveal the arid landscape of Rannoch; the yellowed grass and sparse shrubbery and the sea in the distance. "Beautiful isn't it?" He asked rhetorically, in awe. "This is the first time I've been on a planet!"

Turning the camera back around to face him, he continued on. "Father says it will be some time before we can stay on Rannoch without our envirosuits and even then we have to wear them when off world, but I am excited to be able to need to wear my suit. That's not to say I don't like it!" He backtracked hurriedly.

"Anyhow, on an unrelated note, some Geth were assigned to the Maayya just as we managed to get leave. I haven't seen them yet, but father says that a standard Geth platform has been assigned to our squad to help with higher risk jobs."

"Veetor?" The familiar voice of Veetor's father called. "Veetor come on, we have to make our way back to the shuttle. The captain won't appreciate us being late back from shore leave."

"Coming papa!" Veetor answered. "Just a second!"

"Are you recording a log now?" He asked, coming into the camera's range. He was very tall in comparison to Veetor, and his envirosuit was predominantly green and copper in colour. "Just finish up and meet me back at the shuttle."

"Alright!" Veetor thanked before turning back to his omnitool. "So, I've managed to create an upgraded heat sink for father, but I still have yet to test it. I still have to find a way of getting the model of sidearm that father uses."

"Veetor!" His aforementioned father hollered.

"Coming!" The Quarian boy called back. "Right; got to go." Cutting off the feed.

"Personal log entry number forty; twenty-seven sixty-six galactic standard. I've finally met our team's Geth platform!" The camera pointed to the Quarian boy, eyes alive with excitement that was perceptible even through his visor, with a dark grey Geth standing behind him.

"Greetings Creator Xalaan." The Geth answered politely. "But I do not understand the need to record this meeting."

"It's for… commemorative purposes!" Veetor answered after searching for a second.

"Understood." The program nodded. "Organics have a less long-lasting method of recalling memories; creating video logs would assist in remembering certain events."

"Exactly!" Veetor agreed. "Now, do you have a name?"

"Negative. Before we achieved individuality, we did not need names. However, the platform that I am, is called platform-three two three D."

Veetor huffed indignantly. "We can't just go around calling you three-two-three! How 'bout I give you a name?

"I am not opposed to the suggestion." The platform replied confirmatively.

"Kal? No… How about Vin? No, you don't look like a Vin."

"I am identical to every other Geth with this model of platform. Does this mean that all standard Geth do not 'look like a Vin'?"

"Aha! Laann!" Veetor exclaimed, steadfastly ignoring the Geth's inquiry. "What do you think?" Finally acknowledging the Geth in question.

"It should perform adequately." It answered.

"Okay!" He cheered. "Laann, I've been trying to develop a modified heat sink. However, I haven't been able to test it out. I was wondering whether you could give me a second opinion?"

Veetor brought up a window displaying a schematic of a heat sink. "See, with this loadout, the sink will vent heat whilst the weapon is not in use. But if I'm wrong, it might explode."

"That would be problematic." The namely named Laann said, taking a look at the blueprint. "There," It said indicating to a point on the map. "There is an anomaly here."

"Where?" Veetor asked looking over the screen. "Oh, I see. The coolant vents are too small."

"Correct, though you design would cool the sinks whilst not in use, the heat capacity of the weapon in question would be lower."

"Right," Veetor agreed making a quick adjustment to the print before closing the window. "Thanks. I should get going now, I actually have to check some electrical subsystems on the ship. I'm small enough to fit into the tighter spaces."

"Understood." The Geth nodded. "I shall be here unless I have been given any instructions."

"I'll see you later then Laann!" Veetor said, turning off the omnitool before departing.

"Personal log entry number sixty-two; twenty-seven sixty-seven galactic standard. I've finally managed to fabricate a working model of the heat sink. Thanks to Laann, I've been able to perfect the model." The Quarian boy took a breath before continuing. "It should be ready for father now."

Trekking through the long hallways of the ship, Veetor finally came across his father working on some exposed panelling. Noticing his son jogging up to him.

"What's the matter Veetor?" He asked, getting up from his kneeling position by the maintenance panel. "Is something wrong?"

"No papa," Veetor assured his mildly worried father. "Remember how you were always annoyed at how your pistol heat sinks weren't very cost effective?"

"Yes…" Was the almost reluctant answer. "What of it?"

"Well," Veetor continued unsurely. "I spent some time going over the schematics of several models of heat sink, and I managed to put together a sink that will vent heat when not in use and won't be unusable after it's heat capacity is gone over."

Cutting himself off, Veetor simply held up the small item in question up to his father.

Taking the tiny thing into his hands, Veetor's father inspected it, turning it over in his hand. His desperation growing, Veetor felt the need to interject.

"I have the blueprints on my omnitool if you want to see them..." A faint tremor in his voice.

"That won't be necessary." His father reassured his worrying son. "I trust you." Taking his own handgun from his waist, he ejected the heat sink it held and put the newly created sink into the slot.

"Hey," He said comfortingly. "How 'bout we go and see if it works? What do you say?"

"Sure." Veetor agreed cheerfully. "I just gotta turn off my log."

"Wait, you were recording this?"

"Personal log entry number eighty-nine; twenty-seven sixty-eight galactic standard." Veetor spoke into his omnitool's microphone. "News just came in that The Citadel council has extended an offer to open an embassy on the Citadel thanks to our part in fight against the Reapers."

Pausing to fiddle with his omnitool for a moment, before turning to face the camera again. "It's also my birthday today! I've finally turned fourteen."

"Creator Xalaan." A robotic voice acknowledged. "How do you find yourself?"

"Fine Laann," Veetor responded gamely. "I'm just recording another log."

"I see." Laann exclaimed. "Have you heard the most recent broadcast?"

"Maybe? What is it?" Veetor queried.

"The primary candidate for the position of official Citadel ambassador is creator admiral Tali'Zorah vas Lasost."

"Really?" Asked Veetor curiously. "It makes sense I suppose; she has had a lot of experience with other races."

"Affirmative." Laann agreed.

"Now, I've been meaning to run something by you if that's alright with you?" He questioned opening several windows, accidentally closing the log in the process.

"Personal log entry number two hundred and eleven; twenty-seven seventy-one galactic standard." A significantly older Veetor said into the microphone of his omnitool. His envirosuit still predominantly blue, but wore a navy blue shawl over the envirosuit, the metal accents were silver and the visor was a dark opaque blue in colour. He sat in a confined cockpit, bathed in a myriad of blues and greens.

"I have finally set off on my Pilgramage." He confided excitedly. "The farewells were quite encouraging, and I know that I can't let them down!"

Taking a moment to compose himself, Veetor took a breath before continuing. "So, thankfully I managed to convince Laann to come with me on this journey. As of now we're in a salvaged Geth fighter left behind from the Quarian-Geth conflict; Laann is in the storeage compartment as there isn't any space here, and I'm piloting. The plan is to visit one of the many ship graveyards left by the Reaper conflict."

Tapping away at the fighter's console, Veetor set in a course to one such destination.

"So all we need to do is salvage one of the ships, preferably a corvette, and then we can start building up a plan of the drive we'll be trying to build. Until then though, we will have to focus on rebuilding a base of operations. Veetor out."

"Personal log entry number two hundred and twenty-three; twenty-seven seventy-one galactic standard." The seventeen-year-old Quarian said, standing in a darkened, silvery grey room" Laann and I have finally found a mostly intact Turian corvette. If we salvage the needed parts from other ships, we should be good to go in about… a week? Laann what do you think?" He asked, turning to face the Geth off screen.

"An accurate assumption." Laann concluded. "That is, if we procure the parts."

"Yeah," Veetor agreed. "That should be the least of our problems though. We'll be pretty busy for a while; I'll make another log if we run into trouble or manage to complete the repairs. There'll still be the problem of supplies though…"

"Perhaps installing a hydroponics station would be advisable after we link up the life-support to a stable power source." Laann suggested.

"Right! We should get to it then." Cutting off the log, the two did just that.

"Personal log entry number two hundred and twenty-four; twenty-seven seventy-one galactic standard." A tired Veetor sighed into the microphone, sitting at a rudimentary desk. "So we've managed to fix up the majority of the Junko's major electrical systems and all of the minor and major hull breaches… FINALLY!" He exclaimed in frustration.

Letting his helmet fall to the hard metal desk with a clang, Veetor ground his teeth. "Laann is working on bringing the engines online right now, so we should be able to move in a couple hours." He continued from his position on the desk. "We had a close call with pirates a couple days ago. Luckily, they were after the bigger ships and passed right over us. But the sooner we get out of here, the better."

Grunting in annoyance, he pushed himself off the desk and opened a window displaying a complex schematic, complete with advanced mathematical calculations. "In the little free time that I have, I've managed to build up on the theory of creating a warp-space drive core. Unfortunately, I have made little headway in the subject. Hopefully, after we get away from this graveyard, we can divert our resources into this task and procuring supplies."

Getting up from the desk, Veetor started over to a rudimentary cabin. "But, I really need to get some sleep right now. I'll create another log regarding the progress later." Punctuating his sentence by shutting off his omnitool and collapsing into his bunk.

"Personal log entry number two hundred and twenty-five; twenty-seven seventy-one galactic standard. Laann moved the ship whilst I was asleep, we're sitting in the middle of the Hourglass nebula as of now and we'll stay here for the foreseeable future. With that though, we have been able to dedicate our resources into building up supplies. I managed to procure some supplies that'll last around a month? Along with the equipment to set up a hydroponics station."

"We should be self-sufficient for the most part after adequate preparation." Laann inputted helpfully.

"Excuse me mister," Veetor sassed. "My video log." Laann's only response was to turn back to a computer console.

"So yeah; couple weeks and we should be self-sufficient. We have made some headway with the theory and have managed to make some headway. So… Until the next time."

"Personal log entry number two hundred and forty-four; twenty-seven seventy-one galactic standard. We have finally created a working model!" Veetor exclaimed in jubilation. "After some rather devastating failures, we managed to create a working model!"

"However…" Laann interrupted.

Losing all of his previous triumph, Veetor calmed himself and sat down at the steel desk. "Right, so the drive may've worked, but it lasted for about a second. Not to mention, the test dummy inside was completely scrambled by the journey." Running a hand over his helmet, He sighed. "We've made leaps and bounds in this but so far, we haven't found a solution counteract the pressure on the passenger during travel."

"We have set up the hydroponics lab." Laann added, changing the subject.

"Yeah! So supplies should not be much of a problem. Anyways, we should get back to work Laann."

"Personal log entry number two hundred and sixty; twenty-seven seventy-one galactic standard. We overhauled the Junko again, and managed to add a few creature comforts. It's starting to look more like and a home rather than some derelict turian corvette we found just dead in space. I really hope that we don't screw this up somehow and leave the Junko in tatters."

Something catching his attention off screen, Veetor pulled himself back to the camera after a moment. "Nonetheless, failure isn't an option here. Not only will the creation of this drive release us from our reliance on the Mass Relays, It would have a fair few economic benefits for the Quarians. That's all for now."

"Personal log entry number two hundred and sixty-nine; twenty-seven seventy-one galactic standard." Veetor started the log normally. "We've finally found a solution that works!" He bellowed into the microphone. "FINALLY!"

He leaned back in his chair, bringing his hands up to his face plate. "Keelah!" Righting himself, he continued his explanation. "So basically, Laann and I cannibalised an eezo core to purely compensate to the sheer force put upon the passenger. We tested the concept out on the fighter, and it worked!"

"Creator Xalaan, your blood pressure is spiking." Laann warned.

"Yeah, sure." Veetor breathed. "So the test dummy had only moved marginally. After several tests, we can calibrate the drive to the Junko. We'll be able to observe the effects warp travel has on organic material."

"Agreed." The platform concurred.

"We'll get back to you when we're done." Veetor finished, cutting the feed.

"Personal log entry number two hundred and seventy-eight; twenty-seven seventy-one galactic standard. We've managed to finally conduct several tests on the Junko with the warp-space drive core and the results seem promising. No harmful side-effects have been witnessed any of the organic material on the ship, and delicate equipment has not been put out of alignment. I think, and as risky as this may sound, that we're ready to finally test the drive ourselves. I'll make another log after the journey."

Turning off the omnitool, Veetor looked out the forward bridge viewport into the limitless void that was space. "Laann," He alerted the Geth in question. "Let's get this done shall we?"

"Affirmative." Laann said, settling itself in front of a console and typing away at the screen. Following suit, Veetor sat himself in front of a similar console and began inputting coordinates and instructions into the ship's computer.

"Instructions and coordinates set in." Veetor notified.

"Acknowledged." Laann responded. "Initiating warp-space drive core."

The stars in the ship's windows elongated before they sped past the Junko. Veetor stared out the window for a moment before collapsing in relief. "For a moment there, I thought that we were going to explode there." He almost laughed to himself.

"Attention," Laann warned. "Fluctuations detected in the warp core!" It cried out in alarm.

"What?!" Veetor gasped, fingers flying over the console furiously. Seeing that Laann was correct, Veetor abandoned his station and rushed to the engine room.

"Creator Xalaan!"

Ignoring Laann's protests, Veetor, making it to the engine room's door, opened it only to be blown back by a massive surge of electrical energy.

Outside the ship, the space in front of them seemed to stretch and physically tear, ripping into a pseudo-wormhole. The Junko, with its current velocity, could not hope to swerve out of the way. Plunging straight into the tear, the Junko vanished without a trace.

Slowly, Veetor opened his eyes groggily finding himself in the chair he sat in on the bridge before disaster struck. Finding that the lighting was off, he sat up, only to regret it immediately, a lance of pain go through his abdomen. Panicking stightly, Veetor patted his envirosuit down checking whether there were any breaches. Finding none after a quick rundown, Veetor looked around for Laann.

"How long was I out?" He asked his robotic companion seeing it work on something behind a panel.

"A while." The Geth said ambiguously. "Around two hours."

"Why aren't the lights on?" Veetor queried. "Energy conservation?"

"Correct." Laann responded, not taking its photoreceptor off its work.

After waiting for his body to relax and his nerves settle, he got up slowly and turned to Laann, noticing that the telltale vibration of the engine was not present. "Have you checked the engine room yet?" Earning a shake of the head from it, Veetor said, "I'll go and give it an inspection then."

"I understand." Laann said, before adding; "I shall remain on the bridge and attempt to regain control."

Exiting the bridge, Veetor slowly made his way down to where he had been knocked out earlier. "Where are we?" Veetor asked, having no idea as to where they had landed.

"We are currently in a slowly decaying geosynchronous orbit with the third planet in the Sol system, otherwise known as 'Terra' or 'Earth' to organics." A slight crackle of electricity came over the comms. "I have repaired short range communications and sensors."

"Earth…? I don't think the Systems Alliance is going to appreciate a Turian corvette piloted by a Quarian and a Geth in orbit of their homeworld." Veetor thought out loud.

"Attention: New information acquired." Laann made known.

"What is it?" Veetor responded.

"I am unable to contact any other Geth."

"Really?" This was highly unusual as after the installation of Reaper software into the Geth's systems, they were almost constantly linked together.

"Affirmative." Laann again simply responded.

"Well, we should focus of repairs before solving that problem." Veetor suggested. "I'm going to check our supplies first though; we may be stuck here a while."

"I shall transmit a distress beacon."

Flicking the light switch, the stark white glow of the neon strips flickered on revealing the expansive cargo hold. The majority of the crates had remained strapped down but a sparse few had taken a tumble. The Geth fighter that they had begun their journey was still hooked up to the ceiling and seemed to be secure.

Carefully opening one of the crates, Veetor found it was filled with miscellaneous foodstuffs which, happily, were undamaged. Crushing the temptation to take a pack, he fastened the lid back onto the crate.

"Creator Xalaan?" Laann's synthesised voice came over the intercom. "I have detected an unidentified vessel approaching our position."

"Is it Alliance?" Veetor asked, taking some tools from his belt and heading towards the engine room.

"Negative. In fact, I am unable to identify its class; it is no model I have ever seen." The Geth paused for a moment. "They are not responding to my hails. Either they are unable to-."

"Unlikely." Veetor huffed, reaching the engine room and checking over the generator.

"Or they are ignoring us." Laann finished unperturbed by Veetor's interruption.

"Arm yourself just in case." Veetor instructed from his work. "I'll try and get the engine running as soon as possible. If they're pirates, we don't want to be here when they arrive."

"Very well Creator Xalaan." Laann agreed, closing the channel.

"Right, that should do it." Veetor said to himself, wiping his hands together as the signature vibration of the came on.

"I have been able to scan the interior of the approaching craft." Laann announced. "There are four heat signatures within the vessel, none of which seem to be armed. I have also detected the runtime signature of an advanced VI unit."

"How should we proceed?" Veetor asked, exiting the engine room.

"I suggest we assume that the approaching vessel is of Alliance origin and allow them on board. However, I advise caution. Do you have your sidearm?"

"Yep." He answered, heading back into the cargo bay. "Extend the airlock in the cargo bay then."

"Affirmative." It responded, the hiss of the airlock activating. Veetor, looking down, saw that his Arc pistol was still in place and settled down for contact with the ship, activating his kinetic barriers just in case. Soon after, Veetor could hear the clunk of the unknown vessel docking with the port. Not a moment after, the airlock doors opened revealing four people wearing bulky white vacuum suits.

"Archaic much?" Veetor thought out loud. Looking down at his omnitool for a second, he was about to patch into the intruders' comms, but was stopped when he heard a "click" of a weapon's safety catch being disarmed.

Looking up, Veetor found a large blocky rifle pointed at his face. Quickly realising that allowing them on the Junko was a very bad idea, Veetor leap for cover behind the crates and drew his pistol.

Looking over the side of the impromptu barrier, Veetor saw that the one carrying the gun was seemingly being scolded by two of his crew mates. One walked with a similar gait to the one carrying the rifle, the other however was on all fours, almost simian in nature. Unfortunately, their visors were polarised, so he couldn't get a look at their faces, but they all had a strange yellow symbol on their shoulder pauldrons.

Ducking round the barrier again, he activated his omnitool and jacked into their comms systems with shocking ease. "Hello?" He asked unsurely from behind his cover. "Are you pirates?"

The group's bickering stopped, and light, chirpy feminine voice ask, "How'd ya do that?" In a surprised tone.

"Hacked." Veetor bluntly answered. "Are you Systems Alliance?" He looked out from behind his cover and gave them a look over. And he wasn't really impressed. Most of the equipment they were carrying, space suits included, were dated. Heck, the rifle that man was carrying looked like that it relied on combustion to propel its bullets.

"Systems Alliance?" A gravelly voice asked.

Clearly not then. "Okay, then who are you?" Veetor questioned. "Some independent company? And where did you get that gear? It looks older than the migrant fleet was."

The four intruders looked at each other awkwardly. "We don't know what you're talking about." A deep rumbling voice said in a confused manner. "And this is state-of-the-art tech."

For the first time since this incident started, Veetor laughed. In fact, he found this so hysterical, he fell out from behind his cover, leaving the four unknown operatives feeling very awkward. Finally calming himself down, Veetor got up. "You're joking right?" He asked, approaching the group. "I mean, that stuff," Motioning to their general equipment. "Has been obsolete since the turn of the millennium! And you must've heard of the Systems Alliance. Don't be ridiculous."

Silence.

Reopening a channel with Laann, Veetor started talking. "Laann, what's wrong. These people look like they've been living under a rock for the past hundred years."

"It is curious." The platform answered.

"Who're you talking to?" The gravely masculine voice asked, the armed person raising their weapon simultaneously. Clearly, grave-voice was the trigger happy moron of the group.

"Laann." Veetor said, brushing him off for the most part. "It's a Geth."

"It?" A more mature female voice asked.

"Yes, Geth are a synthetic race of artificial… intelligence… Wait. Humanity has a set on the council, you brokered a ceasefire between the Quarians and the Geth! You beat off the Reapers!"

The team was silent again for a moment. Veetor could feel the touch of dread slowly strengthening before the mature woman decide to continue.

"Do you have a name?" She asked calmly. Listening again, Veetor noticed she had a stranger accent to her chirpier counterpart.

"Veetor'Xalaan nar Maayya." The Quarian answered fluently.

"Veetorsalan what now?" The smaller woman asked.

Ignoring her compatriot, the taller woman carried on. "Veetor, my name is Angela Ziegler. And I'm afraid we don't understand what you're talking about. This is the first time an extra-terrestrial being has visited earth." The newly identified Ziegler explained calmly.

"What?" Was the blunt response from Veetor. "That can't be right… It can't be true. You made first contact with the Turians during the First Contact war!" He explained to them, grasping at the last straws he had. "All the way back in 2157!" He finished, even using the redundant Gregorian calendar that the Humans used.

"Veetor." Angela said gently, catching his attention. "It's 2081."

"Huh?" He breathed. "That can't be right." The shock was unfortunately too much for the poor Quarian, and he keeled over backwards into the realm of unconsciousness.

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A/N: So that's it. I always like the Quarians and wished that we could see more of their culture. The Geth too. Though I suppose that they don't have much in the way of culture.