Mass Effect: The Fall and the Rise

by Reverend Archangel

"The Morning War, The Geth War, The Geth Rebellion, whatever we call it, it doesn't matter. Rannoch was lost, and we were left to wander the stars, aimlessly, without help, without much hope. The rest of the galaxy turned its back on us, and left us to suffer for our mistake, how fair was that Shephard?"- Join 3589, the last C.E as he recounts his life, and how he got where he is.

Mass Effect

The Fall and the Rise

Chapter 1

The Start of Us

CE: 1879

QC: 2469

Human Calendar: June 14

Location: Milky Way/Perseus Veil/Tikkun System

Planet: Rannoch

Planetary Location: 3500 km from the Planet's Capital

Exact Location: Classified

Known: Secret Military Installation, Near the Northern Hemisphere.

Staff Size: Classified

'3567...' A Quarian male thought to himself as he checked off another tank on his data pad. This, like every other day was a rudimentary routine that had almost become apart of him. It was a task that was as intertwined with his life as he was intertwined with breathing oxygen, inseparable. A task that required his utmost attention and care at the start of the day and the very end.

'Uhhhhh...when will this end?' the man asked himself as he passed, and checked off another four tanks. This was starting to appear more of a punishment than a job. He was a planetary biological major, so why was he doing this when there were others that could just as easily do this. Maybe he could get one of the Geth to do it, they were more than willing to do anything they were told. Well...willing would be far, they had no thought patterns, they only did as they were told. They were built to serve the community and it's inhabitants, that was all they were, a tool.

'I serve the community in my own special kind of way, does that make me the same as a Geth, a slave. We both obey setup guidelines and programmed protocols. Are we really any different?' The quarian thought to himself before he did a double take and stopped these thoughts before they became vocalized. His higher ups didn't support Geth Sympathizers.

The biologist straightened the white overcoat-environmental suit casually before he continued his task, keeping his thoughts more in check then they were. As he walked he tightened some of the straps of his suit, insuring it was still snug and was still working. Unlike the standard suit his people wore, his field of work required it to have adaptations to better suit the kinds of fields it would be exposed to. Some differences were clearly obvious, like the tail coat at the back and the lack of any armor plating, lastly there were no generators for any level of kinetic barriers. There was nothing added to his suit that would help him survive off planet. The only other distinction was that their was a green circle on his suits shoulder pads.

The data pad the male was holding made a soft beep, notifying him that their was a new message. He ignored it and continued on this mind-numbing task that he was assigned. Not even assigned, he was ordered to do this. Figured really, the military had control over this entire program, they probably saw him as another marine. Not wanting to distract himself anymore than he had already he shook off the thoughts on the matter and continued his assignment.

'3571...3572...and 3573. He peered through the tank, and looked over the monitors connected to them and compared the readings on his pad.

'All subjects so far seem to be stable and have no signs of dis figurations, or any other symptoms worthy of note.' He made a mental note and added it to the file on his pad. He passed by these three afterwards and went to the next row. He was actually glad he only had to do 200 hundred of these, the Geth had to three hundred or so, and they had to double checks, and to keep an eye on the subjects when everyone else left. The male had thirty or so more to go and he was free for the rest of the night, which he planned on spending in bed sleeping, but not before he conducted some of his own research that he had been working on before he had been called to work here. Something he was slowly starting to regret.

A few minutes had gone by since he passed 3573, and he suddenly passed by one tank that had been catching his attention of late.

Number 3589. There was nothing especially special about the number or the actual subject, but it was slightly different then the others, but it was hardly noticeable. But still, why did he get these strange feelings around it? He felt as though it was staring at him through the clear liquid of the tank and the thick glass. His sound and otherwise reasonable logical mind knew this was impossible. Every single one of them were all in stasis and being monitored. They were alive, but they were in simpler words, asleep.

He wasn't allowed to do this, regulations prohibited any disturbances to the subjects in this state of theirs, but something urged him to do it anyways. He tapped the glass with his index finger, one of his three digits. All he got was a soft muffled thud. The liquid inside only shook slightly and to his surprise the subject's body twitched. He took a step back in surprise, he had not been suspecting this at all. A black and blue Geth security drone with a green-triangle photoceptor turned and looked at him. It had scanned him over and detected he was in some kind of distress.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" it asked courteously.

The scientist was frozen for a moment before he shook it off." Erhhhh, fine, I'm fine, thank you Geth..." he said while looking checking over the printed serial number on it's chest, "33879," it gave a slight nod, before it snapped back into its routine and continued patrolling the mazes of tanks.

Having calmed down he approached the tank again and looked it over.

"Strange one aren't you little one," he said with a forced chuckle. He knew all too well that the subject couldn't hear anything, but it didn't matter, he was bored and it was better than trying to get a conversation out of a Geth.

Returning his attention to his pad, he pulled up the file for the subject. He looked through it, not seeing anything significant in physical health so far, but psychologically speaking there was.

"Changes of behavior started around...," he skipped the information of how it came to be, and skipped to the last few sentences. "Can't control personalities when upset or angered, can become very violent when personality changes. Not much is known about this subjects condition, only recommendation is to keep a close eye on him. When older, security should keep a careful eye on him, could become unstable and extremely dangerous if kept int the program," he mumbled along the words.

Guess we are more desperate then I thought, if we are accepting unstable candidates. He thought seriously, not finding any humor in this.

"You're also two years older than most of the other candidates," he continued talking to the tank, seeing that there would be no harm in taking a little break. "From the reports, you're reacting to the biological augmentations well, no problems so far," he looked over the plans for the candidate which was similar to the others, but had a few reserved only to him. "Muscular augmentations, neural enhancements, platelet-rich plasma enhancements, ventilation and respiration enhancements, scheduled retina, spinal, entire nervous system and auditory perception enhancements. Also bone manipulations, to make them thicker. You really got a lot planed out for you, like all your friends. But why do you need the eye augmentations, or the bone, or the nervous system, hmmmm?" he continued to himself. His imagination wasn't great, but he doubted that any of these subjects would look like a normal Quarian afterwards, that and he was sure they weren't here to become future construction workers.

He stood there in thought for a few moments, knowing what all the subjects were being prepped for. Even though he was part of this, and had known about this for eight months, why did he feel this regrettable feeling of guilt and sorrow. Could it be because he knew that they had stolen these kids free wills and futures away from them? The pain that they would have to go through? The guilt for the deaths that would occur in the program? Whatever it was he did not know, mainly because this was the first time he had felt this way about this. Maybe it was because he wasn't getting enough sleep at nights. Yeah that was probably it.

As he let his thoughts distract him one of his more preferred associates approached him, obviously done with his checks as well. The poor male didn't see the almost statue like biologist till he bumped into him and they both let out soft groans of protest as they stumbled a few steps back from their rough bump in.

"Watch where you're going!" the biologist snapped.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there," the other scientist replied in a clear flustered tone. His suit was similar to the man he had just bumped into, clear that he was also a scientist or a doctor of some sorts.

The biologist sighed, more in annoyance for snapping at one of his associates. "No harm done," he paused for a moment before striking a conversation up with his associate. "Anything of interest to report with your checks, Drae?" remembering the other male's name.

"Nothing besides the usual really, they all have exceptional growth patterns, and they all have very active brain activity," the neurologist replied, looking around the large facility, seeing hundreds upon hundreds of tanks around them. "You Fr'ea?"

"Nothing, they are all healthy and are seemingly free of any harmful viruses, or any other sicknesses. So far that is, we're bound to have a few deaths or accidents with what we're messing with here," he looked back at 3589, knowing that there was something different about him, and doubted he would die in this project.

Drae nodded, not knowing what else he could bring up at the present moment. The last thing his mind had been on was whether or not to mention to the project managers about another augmentation, this one for the neural connections and adapters that would be added to the candidates, or to to leave them as they were. They were already adding so much, so he was worried if they added more they could do some permanent damage. It was probably for the best if he kept these ideas to himself, and do some research on it.

The two scientists knew only little of the the other, so this explained why the space between them had fallen into an almost uncomfortable silence. They were only here the science, that and to insure the tests and procedures to this experiment were successful. They weren't here to make friends or use this to meet people. The less distractions, the more progress could be achieved and that was what was important.

Speaking of experiments, this sparked a question up in the younger males head, and he couldn't help but to ask,"This is the first experiment like this, isn't it?"

The other Quarian who out aged him by twenty years or so, shook his head slowly. "Not really much of an experiment, more of a military controlled program," he explained, "but to answer your first question. This is actually the third attempt at this program," he said grimly, not really confident that this one would last any longer then the other two, but he had hope.

"What happened with the two other programs again?" Drae's feign at having some idea about these projects did not go unnoticed by Fr'ea.

"Well...from what I've heard, dug up from out ancestors archives and gotten out of the previous staff of the second program," he stopped and added. "Also what I've found from some of the officers around here," he explained, not really wanting to talk about Program Othen, and Jovein.

"What exactly happened though?" the younger male pressed eagerly, hoping to finally getting this questioned answered. Every else steered the conversation to another subject every time he or the younger staff inquired. Not even the Geth would answer this question and he knew some of them knew, they had a collected and shared database so they knew a lot more than the average person.

"The first experiment, or Program Jovein was shut down and considered a biological disaster and a crime against the Quarian race. This was because of what happened to the subjects they tested on. Something went wrong with the experimental drugs, or the enhancements inducted to the genes and bodies. All I know is that something went horribly wrong, they messed up somewhere on their candidates. Unfortunately the ones that survived were either insane. Others..." he stopped, memories of the images he had dug up flashing before his eyes. Some of these images kept him up at night, it was monstrous what he had discovered.

"Others?" the neurologist pressed, breaking the biologist from his stupor.

"Well...others had terrible mutations, like extra limbs, eyes, hands, fingers, and so many other problems. Some had their bones protruding out in strange angles, or tearing through the flesh. I heard some actually, well they short of split themselves open...like their bones actually cut them open from how they grew and adapted to the augmentations. The facility went completely quiet after some time, which was odd since the project had been running so well," he paused for a moment as he checked 3589's status again. He started back up again when the younger man started becoming antsy. "After two weeks of silence a team came and found that the remaining subjects had gone crazed and killed off the the staff. After the remaining subjects killed off most of the team, they left and reported back. They completely bombarded the facility to rubble with heavy orbital ordinance," Fr'ea shook his head, remembering the original reports and files he had found. Some of the subjects were just so mutilated from whatever was done to them, that they weren't even recognizable.

"Shiat!" Dr'ea exclaimed, nearly yelling it. "And the second one?"

"Errrhhhhhh..." Fr'ea started, not sure how accurate his information really was on the second. "From what I've been told and found out, Program Othen was somewhat more successful," he mumbled, and coughed so he could clear his throat. "The subjects no less died, and in a great deal of pain, very similar to the first. These candidates though couldn't get any sleep no matter how hard they tried, and eventually it drove them insane till they killed themselves. Others were paralyzed, some became violent and started attacking the other candidates and the staff and doing harm to themselves. But from what I found out they were normal."

"The survivors, if there were any? Well there weren't, but what happened to the last couple of subjects?" the neurologist asked.

"From what I heard, the last few survivors bone masses and infrastructures started to weaken and the density was weakened as well, till the bones just collapsed on themselves," he explained.

"How many subjects did they have with those two trials?"

"The first had thirty I think, not much is actually known about that, most files were wiped and only high officials in the Colonial Fleet knew anything about it, and the second had fifty. From what I know, none of the candidates survived," Fr'ea put bluntly.

"But we have thousands now, I guess somewhere around four thousand or more!" the younger male exclaimed again. He was somewhat furious that they had taken such a giant leap with candidates. He managed to re-cooperate himself though. "This is enough for an entire regiment or even a few battalions" he added as a joke.

"What else would you think they are going to be used for?" the older male said seriously.

"No!" he exclaimed in shock. "That's insane, why would they need this many..."

Another Quarian approached them, this one was female though, and unlike the others her suit resembled a uniform. Her suit was a dark blue and on her armored shoulder pads there was a golden symbol of a ship, hovering over a planet. Like them she had her mask removed since they were on the homeworld which was common for most of the inhabitants of the planet. She gave them a curt nod, not expecting them to salute her or greet her as an equal.

The two scientists didn't know much about the military or its regulations, but they both surprised her as they gave their best salutes in respect. She nodded to them in thanks, seeing as they weren't soldiers she didn't need to salute back.

"No reason to salute you two," she said in her stern, domineering tone, which her training and years of service had hammered into her. That and because of her rank, she was used to talking to soldiers not scientists. "Now, how does the program go today Fr'ea?" she asked the biologist, knowing him more than the neurologist.

"Nothing to report mi'ra. Nothing has changed in any of..." his mind went blank for a moment and the other two looked at him curiously. "My apologies, I meant the candidates."

"Mi'ra, how many candidates do we have here, and how many more will we be expected to be brought in?" Drae asked.

"Around..."

"Approximately five thousand forty-three, sir," a white and green Geth with a squarish blue photoreceptor stepped out of one of the gaps between the tanks and approached them. It handed a data-pad to the admiral who took it and looked over it for a moment, before handing it back. The geth took a few steps back, waiting for it's next set of orders.

"It seems Fr'ea that you forgot to mention that 3589 has started to become more active," she said with a hint of irritation from the scientist's and their lack of common sense, they never recorded the small things. One thing she hated about with working with civilians, they were clumsy and often forgot something, that was something she didn't have to worry about with soldiers, only their nerves in combat or the insubordinate ones.

"Admiral, I didn't think that it was important, I thought he was just twitching, like kids do when they're dreaming ," he said truthfully.

"No you didn't," she retorted rudely. "It was mentioned at the last meeting that any activity is to be reported to high-ranking officials or officers on base," she explained to him.

"Well they're not dreaming, Krogen brain," Drae scolded in a mocking tone. "We all know they are in a simulation, so they don't dream," Drae commented, before starting to talk to the unit, seeing if the brain activity had gone up, or down since yesterday.

"I will remember that for next time Admiral," Fr'ea said dryly.

"What does it mean even if they are starting to twitch, or make any kind of activity?" Drae asked, who had been speaking back and forth to the Science-Geth and the admiral.

"It means that the simulation's effects are starting to ware off, and that they are ready for the next stage of the program," the admiral explained.

"Affects, what did we put in the tanks?" Fr'ea asked, not hearing of this till now.

"Nothing, it just means that the candidates are finishing up their training inside the simulation,"Drae said as he started to back away a bit, going to finish up his checks.

"So I guess 3589 is just an early riser," Fr'ea stated more to himself.

He noticed that the Geth had left to go do other jobs, which was weird, he hadn't heard anyone give it an order. Maybe it had frozen up for a moment, and that's why it was talking to Drae, so it could confirm what it was doing.

It was only him and the admiral, and the neurologist now. There was a tense uncomfortable silence between the admiral and biologist, something that wasn't uncommon, for them at least. There was some history between them, which they would rather not discuss in front of others, or to each other. Yet every time they were alone and started talking, it always led to a confrontation of some sorts.

Fr'ea, looked at her glowing light blue eyes, not knowing what to say. He was personally sick of all the tension and arguments between him and the admiral. She may have been a hardened veteran in the military but she was still a person, and she no matter how much she dismissed them and pretended otherwise, had feelings. Rugged, sometimes unresponsive emotions, that often irritated him to no end, but none the less had some variant of them.

One of her normal emotions which he had learned was prone to be set off easily was anger. He had found out just how easy it was with their last confrontation. It had been about something small, something about the project or something or the other, but he remembered he had gotten his point across and he had left her in a horrible mood. The male tore his eyes away from hers, seeing as he was staring.

Fr'ea returned his attention back to the tank, still having this odd feeling, but now that he thought about it, it felt like he should know who 3589 was. It was ludicrous to even consider that he knew this candidate, he had never been in contact with any of the families, or children.

He looked at the small child who seemed lifeless, except for the occasional tightening of his little fists. The little boy seemed oddly familiar, but he couldn't place his finger on it. The only thing he noticed the boy had that most of that the others didn't have, was short fuzzy hair. It was starting to come out of his head, slowly but all the same it was coming along. It was a light grayish silver, reminding him of...his father's hair color, unlike his which was a space black. When he looked back at the Admiral, she was glaring at him, upset about something or another, or this could possibly be her normal on duty look, he couldn't tell with her at the best of times.

"Is there something wrong mi'ra?" he asked.

"Let's cut the formalities, and talk Fr'ea," she ordered, crossing her arms to cover herself up , finding it cold even in her suit.

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, having a feeling.

"Nothing serious, just how your day is going? What you have been up to since we last saw each other? Have you been seeing anyone of late?"

"Admira..."

"Just call me Phyllia," she said very softly, but in that same harsh tone.

Drae who had oddly enough had been standing there the entire time, started to slowly slide away, not wanting to be dragged in or listen to the two. It wasn't because he didn't find it entertaining, mostly because he didn't want to be part of it, and or intrude on the two if they were going to start shouting.

"Phyllia," Fr'ea started again. "not to get on your bad side, but who I am spending time with is of no concern of yours," she looked straight at him, and shrugged her shoulders, finding it of no loss not to be told this information. "But my day went well," he said. "I haven't been up to much, before I was told to come here. I was studying the moon of Etiel. We were seeing if we could possibly build a station, or even start life on it. Unfortunately we didn't find any results that supported our claims," he stopped and looked at her. "I won't go into details, I know how much technicalities of bioscience frustrate you, you could never get your mind around the subject."

She forced a chuckle, and looked at the tanks. Fr'ea looked at the tanks as well. "So what are we doing here exactly?" he asked softly, his voice implying more than one meaning.

"I can't tell you all that I know, but they will become Rannoch's new soldiers. They will serve this planet and her colonies, and give us an extra edge. They will be mostly dealing with special operations."

Fr'ea wanted to talk to her about something more than just work, but he knew she wouldn't allow it, or he hadn't made it clear with his question. He also didn't know how to go about it. She was an Admiral, he was just a biologist, they were worlds apart in professions.

"Phyllia," he took a step closer to the admiral, but there was still a good distance between them. "How's your broth...How have you been?" he changed the question last second. She turned and looked back at him and had a more relaxed face.

"I have been fine, just been working lately. Mostly on field reports, and other such things," she sighed, feeling tired and couldn't wait till this day was up. "Mainly been working on the program, nothing else has happened."

The male took a step closer, and her scowl returned, she had a feeling that he wanted to talk about something else. He had always been tentative and nervous around her, and she was surprised he had ever suggested the idea of him courting her so many years ago.

"Phyllia...I..."

"No!" she said sternly, not wanting to hear it.

"What...I...let me fini..."

"No Fr'ea! I don't want to hear it," she growled.

Fr'ea just shot it out before she could stop him again. "I just wanted to say, I am sorry," she looked at him puzzled, and he finished. "for what happened last time."

"Don't be, you made it pretty clear on how you felt about...us," she waved a hand between them. "you didn't like it, I understand, end of it."

The male, let out a frustrated groan, just wanting to get this off his chest. "Look, I shouldn't of said what I said, and I shouldn't of let us drift apart alright, I'm sorry for all of that," he mumbled.

"It's forgiven, but I'm not interested in going back to the way things were," she said, seeing that his eyes had a glimmer of hope in them. She felt a small bit of guilt for crushing it, but she had made up her mind. She wasn't ready to go back to the way things were between them, and maybe she never would.

"Oh," was all he said, before rubbing the back of his head. "I...just thought...we could try again, restart," he stuttered. "But if you don't want to, that's fine."

She stared at him for a few moments, before cursing at herself mentally. She did feel somewhat attached to the male still, they had been together for five years then fell out of it and had been apart for four nearly five years. She wasn't ready, in the position, or even had time to start a relationship. She had so many responsibilities and assignments and orders of her own to fill out. The last thing she wanted to add to that was a relationship. Maybe one day, but not now, not for a while. She was an admiral for the colonies fleets, and she couldn't be tied down at the moment. Not to mention she was always going back and forth and never staying in one place for all that long.

"Fr'ea," she said in her gentle, caring tone which she at one point had reserved for him. "I would like to try again, but not for a while. I'm an admiral and have my duties, while you have your experiments and this program to keep in check. Right now all that matters is the objective, so I'm sorry, but no," she placed a hand on his shoulder, and gripped it tightly. "Maybe one day, but for now my answer is no, understand?" she asked.

"Yes," he nodded his head. She let go of him and took a few steps back, and wanted to end this talk positively, and to end it away from what they just talked about.

"I had something to ask you?" she asked, back to her serious self.

"What's that?"

"What are your thoughts on this program?" she looked at the tanks around the facility, knowing that this was the easy part. It would only get harder once the subjects would start training.

"I think it's a good idea. We're in-incorporating the best technology and minds to do something that hasn't been done, well for a while. It's exciting to be part of all of this, isn't it?" he asked her. Phyllia nodded in agreement.

"The only thing that I don't understand is why? Why so many? Why the program in the first place? Why do we need to be doing this at all? Rannoch and it's colonies already have a strong military, the strongest fleet in the galaxy I've been. I know it's mainly built-in navy and marines but none the less why?"

"Why so many, I don't know," she said leaning against one of the tanks. "It was post to be only three-hundred candidates, but they demanded more. The Colonial Fleet wants to have a regiment of special units. Mainly because the rest of the galaxy already has their own, and Rannoch doesn't. It's mostly because the units we already have can't go toe to toe with everyone else's special units so to speak. In all honesty though, I don't know why we are even doing this, last time I heard of a program like this it failed, and that all further programs were to be denied, and all data scrubbed."

"What will they be called, if this program is successful then? And why do we need to have special units now?" Fr'ea asked.

"They are still debating on what to call them," she shook her head, feeling annoyed about how the board was voting a name on this new unit. "I don't care what they're called, as long as they serve more admirably then our standard units. But, from what I heard they're going to be called Colonial Elites, or their nickname DD's Dark Dawn Troopers. And to answer your second question, I don't know why, I might be an admiral, but there are positions higher than me."

"Colonial Elites...has a certain ring to it, but Dark Dawn Troopers?" he thought for a moment, believing he heard this before. "Wasn't their a ship called Dark Dawn, and didn't it get destroyed when taking on a group of Turian destroyers."

"They're called that for the remembrance of the Bright Dawn, and it was taken down by some rogue Turian frigates when it had gone to do a search and recovery," she explained.

"Dark Dawn Troopers, also has a ring to it," he chuckled.

"Does, doesn't it," she started looking at the data pad, seeing that she had to be somewhere soon. "I have to be at a meeting soon, so I'll see you tomorrow," she said, giving him a nod and taking a few steps back before turning away from him. She turned her head and looked at him as he said something.

"I have some catalogs and some reports to write as well," he turned to leave, but he stopped and looked at her for a moment. "I will see you tomorrow admiral." Without anything else said he left, going his own way.

A few minutes passed by and Phyllia was still where she was before the biologist had left. She had been going through the reports of 3589, making sure that he would be a good suitable candidate, and that when the time came he would be stable enough to function. It wasn't the best idea to have the boy in the program with his problem, but she had her reasons for insuring that he remained in it.

Not that anyone else knew but her and other Admirals, and the head scientists of the project only knew this certain detail. They had visited the families who had volunteered their children willingly. Some they had to force, or abduct, and the government had warned the families if they spoke out it would be considered an act of treason against Rannoch and her colonies. This was for the good for all Quarians, for their economy, and their future. Phyllia didn't agree with the abductions, but she had little say when the entire board was against her and the few others who voiced against it.

It had taken over two years to find all the subjects, the tests weren't difficult but they found more negatives than positives in the colonies and on the homeworld. They needed healthy and suitable candidates for this new project. They couldn't just except anyone, they children had to have a certain skill something that made them stand out. Ones they knew were going to be the best and brightest of their generation.

Even with these easy tests to determine who would be brought into the program and with how many colonies they had, than were still setbacks. Even with these said setbacks they had been able to get their hands on more than enough to fill their needs and demands. Though she didn't know why they needed so many candidates, she suspected that time would tell. Phyllia didn't let these thoughts keep her up at night, she had enough on her mind as it was and at the very top was this program.

The same admiral had finished her checks on 3589, she turned the pad off and walked back over to the tank and looked at the small boy closely. She gave a small smile to the young child which was rare these days. She knew that this particular child was in a safer place. The female placed a hand on the tank's glass, knowing that she wasn't allowed to feel any attachment to the child, but it was harder because of the reasons.

"Ja'ey," she whispered softly, "my little Ja'ey."

Her son was older than most of the other Elites, but the board had allowed her to volunteer her son. It wasn't because she didn't want him, it was because she thought this was the best decision for him. She wouldn't have been able to take care of him, and maybe the scientists here could figure a way to fix his...whatever he had, his personality differences. The father didn't know, and they had been apart before their son was even born. Five years ago the father and her had drifted apart form each other.

Fr'ea. He deserved to know, but for now she would keep it to herself. Everyone around the base needed to concentrate and do their part to insure that this project succeeded. She couldn't distract Fr'ea with this information, and they still weren't in the best of terms with one another. They both wanted to give it another try, but when it came down to it, would she be ready to accept him back into her life, or the other way around. She didn't know, and didn't put much thought on it, it wasn't important now, there were other things to think about right now.

"You're going to do great things in this galaxy," she rubbed a covered hand over the glass, before taking her hand off. "See you tomorrow, love you," she murmured before she walked off, leaving the tank behind. It would be some years before the candidates would start their training, but that didn't matter, first they had to survive everything else. For now, the Colonial Program was at a good start, time would show what would become of it, destruction, or a brighter future.

Words

Word/Definition/Pronunciation

Mi'ra/Ma'am/Mirror

Shiat/She-iat/Shit

Othen/Of-then/Drop Soldiers

Jovein/Dusk Troopers

Names

Name/Pronunciation

Fr'ea/Fray

Drae/Dray

Phyllia/Phil-a

Reedar/Radar

Arithian/A-rif-tian

Drothen/Dro-then

Lvintson/Liv-int-son

Ja'ey/Ji

Disclaimer: Before I explain what's going on, I just want to thank all of you who have or will read this and are already supporting this story. This story is going to take a while to write out, so do not expect updates every week or two. I am writing for another story at the same time which I am just as passionate about.

So to the more important details. This story is about the Quarian war with the Geth, or the Morning War as it is called in Mass Effect's universe. So, around three hundred years prior to the Mass Effect universe that we are accustomed to. I will try my best to make this as accurate as I can to the games universe. This story will have an OC as the main character, and this is from his perspective. I will be adding...stuff that will seem a bit out-of-place with the Mass Effect universe, but we all do in some way or shape or form.

Last thing I am asking of all of you who read this is please send me a private message or tell me in a review if I got something wrong with the Mass Effect Universe, if you tell me, and if I haven't noticed, I will update the story so the mistakes are fixed as fast as possible Anyways, long disclaimer I know, but let's get started with the chapter shall we. Also for those of you people who are part of a community who are making a quarian dictionary please send me a link.