I'm leaving them behind.
Everything I ever fought for, even with that illusive asshole…
I'm leaving them behind…
To Burn.
Humanity is Burning
Earth is Burning.
And I'm running away with my tail between my legs.
My brain tells me that I can't win on my own, not with one ship against a fleet of thousands. Not against a fleet of a thousand REAPERS.
Is the council still calling Sovereign 'a Geth Dreadnought', I wonder.
I'm amazed that they got away with that. It looks nothing like a Geth ship! It's far too large! And it's RED for Goddesses Sake! Geth Ships and Blue and Purple! Not RED!
Fuck this.
This is the Council's fault. Brushing aside my concerns, refusing to believe me, somehow believing the Geth followed SAREN, of all people. Why would they follow Saren? The Council claimed the reason was that he was 'Extremely convincing and Persuasive'. The Geth don't go for leaders with degrees in public speaking! Cold, Hard, Facts. Logic! That is what the Geth follow! Saren had no logic in him! NONE!
Then!
After I sacrifice a good portion of the Fifth Fleet to save their Sorry Arses, after I save the Citadel and all life as we know, After I DIE after being sent on some backwater mission because the Council don't like the truth, they spend every waking moment discrediting me! Claiming I was mad, that Saren had convinced me, that the Prothean Beacon had driven me insane?
While using my face on recruiting posters, talking about Honour and Duty?
Screw the Council!
Screw the Turians, the Asari and the Salarians. I don't need their help.
Let history remember that I saved the Galaxy with its outcasts, its undesirables, it's vagrants. The ones the 'civilized' people turn their noses up at.
Let them Say I saved the Galaxy with the Quarians, the Rachni, the Krogan and the Geth. Hell, I would have used the Batarians too but with the Alpha relay incident…
And before I ride to the rescue on a Normandy Shaped horse, I'll open up a comm-link:
To the Alliance. To the Council.
And I will hear them beg
Beg the Women they cast out, discredited, disgraced,
To come and save them all.
Part of me just wants to laugh, turn around, walk away, and not to attack until I know they are dead. Until they are all dead.
But what I'll do is ask them,
DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW?
And when and only when, the desperate, pleading yes has passed their lips.
I will give the order to save them all.