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Spartan-G257: I have talk to him, and well many of the facts in halo make no sense. Like where Harvest is. It says it's the farthest colony world at 12 light years, but he found madrigal at 85 light years from Earth. Explain that. I have found many different conflicting facts for halo; I can't really tell what is true. So after thinking it over, I have changed a few facts to make this work, nothing big.
The facts I have changed are: UNSC slipspace drives now go 20 light years a day instead of 2. The Phoenix system is 30 light years instead of 3. They found the spirit of fire 120 light years from Earth instead of 9. The new world they settled is 500 light years from Earth instead of 50. UNSC space is 100 light years in diameter instead of 10-12.
Granet: ?. The probe was to be an ONI one, to record how Earth fell. Now, maybe I'll do something else with it. Maybe. We'll see. Can't be geth because of what I have planned, it would ruin it.
Chro2: Yeah, I have read over analysis before.
RandomReader: Found some spelling errors. Thank you. The 'woman that wants to make peace with the covenant' does know that it's a war of extermination; I just made it that way. She believes the war will end by doing this, I mean who wouldn't want to believe that. They are dying. I am sociality stupid, I don't talk to other people much, except my family. The 'consequences of the Covenant getting access to the shield world'. It's a shield world, it doesn't matter what is there, it will help the covenant immensely. Finding Spirit of Fire happened outside UNSC space now, and after a few jumps. The political system, I don't know what you find wrong. I know high ranking members of the military are politicians, doesn't mean they like it. Parangosky talking to a private is changed to a sergeant. Really, if you don't like the story, don't read.
This chapter is not meant to be really detailed.
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Ilos - In route to the Conduit
Saren POV
Saren was having a good day... no, a great month, if he said so himself. He was a bit stiff from the cybernetics Sovereign had implanted in him to 'improve' him it said. While he was concerned about it, he went with it anyway. And he definitely felt stronger than before. Right now he was on his way to the Conduit to attack the Citadel.
While waiting for the trip to the Conduit, he decided to think about how he got here in the first place.
Flash back
It all started one month ago when some asari found some prothean ruins on the recently settled world of Anarv. He was considering attacking the colony for its secrets, but when it was reported that they found a working prothen beacon, he knew he had to attack. Now if it was a turian colony he would be more hesitant to attack, but sense it is an asari colony, he did not care as much. The attack in space went more or less as planned. Catching the defense fleet off guard was easier than expected and they destroyed them with only light damage to their shields.
In space
They had just arrived in system and right to the left of the few ships in orbit. 'Who ever thought that attacking from the front was a smart idea was an idiot and should be shot.'
He turned to a geth to his left and said "Have all ships fire on my mark." He turned back to the front without waiting for a reply knowing it would be done. "Mark." All ships fired at the asari defense fleet. The asari took massive damage to their ships in the first volley, including one destroyed frigate, another crippled, and a third close to dead. The cruiser took only 8 hits and still had its shields at around 17%.
The cruiser and still barely living frigate fired a volley of disruptor torpedoes to deal as much damage as they could. Most were shot down before they got close, and the ones that got through hit the shields of quarter of the geth fleet, however, no shields collapsed and only minor hull strain. Kinetic barriers were not made to stop the effects disruptor torpedoes, but they did lessen the effects. This time Sovereign attacked with two of its five hand cannons destroying the last two ships. With all the ships destroyed, they began the ground assault and to extract the beacon.
The ground assault was much harder to fight, even without communication. The asari proved that they were the finest warriors in the galaxy. While many of their tactics proved ineffective against the geth, their biotics did. 'Oh spirits, the biotics.' I found out that biotics were really effective against the geth. The only way to deal with them was to swarm the asari when they were found.
Geth dropships flew down from the sky with fighters for support. Destroying everything they could and dropping platforms as they went. It was slow for the asari to react and when they did most of their forces were already dead. They immediately switched to hit and run tactics.
'Unit 25-56-43 has found an asari squad in sector 36-68." "Reinforcements inbound."
Ten minutes of waiting and five dropships arrived. Dropping their loads, they returned to base. The geth now had 15 troopers, 2 primes, 3 destroyers, 2 hunters, and 1 armature.
"Get ready ladies, were moving in two minutes." The asari in charge.
It was at that moment the 15 troopers, 2 primes and 3 destroyers appeared to the north of them with suppressing fire. The 8 asari moved to cover and fired back. Using their biotics the asari were able to take out 4 of the troopers in the opening engagement and damaged a destroyer.
The geth hunters sneaked around to the back of the fighting and opened fired on the asari's exposed backs. Fighting from two fronts cost the asari three people before they got their act together.
Three asari used biotic barrier to help protect everyone. Using a combination of warp and singularity the asari were able to take out 3 more troopers and the damaged destroyer. The asari knew they needed to retreat, they were getting overwhelmed. Running to the west to escape, they run into the armature. Running back into cover cost them another person. Surrounded on all sides with their backs to a wall, they were trapped. The ensuring fight lasted 10 minutes before the geth finished off the remaining asari.
Geth total lost count: 12 Troopers, 1 Prime, 3 Destroyers, 0 Hunters, and a slightly damaged Armature.
After a few hours of battling for the beacon, it was in my hands. The beacon implanted a 'vision' of some kind in my head that I couldn't understand. I ordered the geth to destroy the area and leave no trace with type 3 helix bombs, the resulting explosion took out around 100 kms (about 62 miles) in diameter of land. Add in loss of communication and the death of nearly everyone and no one knows what really happened expect a few rumors about geth and mechs.
As Saren stands before the prothean beacon, it grabs him in a field and raises him into the air. It began to embed a vision of some kind into his mind. The images he saw he could not understand. When it finished, it lowered him back down. He landed and fell down to his knees. His vision swayed and he was breathing heavily. He shakes his head and covers his eyes for a few moments to ease the pain. After getting over the nausea, he stands back up "Is everything finished."
"There is a 5.26561% possibly that there are asari still alive in the surrounding area." Said a geth unit.
Saren's eyes narrow "I want that possibly to be zero. Plant the bombs as well. Destroy the entire colony and leave no evidence that we were here." He walks into the waiting drop ship and heads beck to sovereign.
In space Saren watched the resulting explosion, it was not only large, but almost guaranteed no one would find out. Sovereign was already heading towards the mass relay.
Afterwards I headed back to the Citadel for a break. Hey, even evil people need breaks. I spoke to an old 'friend' while I was there, celebrating Thane becoming a spectre. However, that all came to an end, when I received news that SOMEONE had evidence that implicated that I was both involved with the Geth AND that I was involved with the attack on Anarv. I immediately took care of it.
"Saren, there you are. We're celebrating Thane making it into the spectres over here." Said a smiling Nihlus. He was waving at Saren over. Saren really know what was going on, but didn't say anything.
Saren thought it over for a moment, and shrugged. He came here to relax, so why not. He pulled up a chair and sat down. Thane was to his left and Nihlus was to his right, they were sitting in a triangle formation. There were a few drinks on the table, two empty, one nearly full in front of Thane and one half full in front of Nihlus. Thane's drink was line green and Nihlus was blue. "Those better not be alcoholic." He fixed them both with a slight glare.
Nihlus replied "Don't worry, they're fiss drinks. Nothing to worry about." The glare was dropped. Nihlus took a small drink. "Order something, I'm buying." Saren shrugged again.
Looking the menu over "Alright... I'll take a Neress." It was a cheap and smoothing drink. It wasn't one anyone really drank often, but there is one special property about it that made it one of the more popular drinks. Muscle relaxant. No one knows why they made it like this, but dam, it's helpful. It takes around three standard cups to really feel the effects, with six needed for the full effect. One, however, gives only mild effects, such as loosening up stiff muscles, which is what he wanted.
Nihlus nodded before waving a waitress over. When the asari arrived "We would like a Neress for my friend." Pointing at Saren. She nodded and wrote the order down before leaving.
Saren asked Thane "Tell me Thane, sense when did the alliance apply for spectre candidacy. Last I checked, your people kept to themselves and rarely talked or traded with anyone... expect the hanar." The last part was said as an afterthought.
"My people have been talking about being more active and playing a larger role in galactic politics for many years now. It was eventually decided that the spectre position would be a reasonable place to start. My people hope to one day join the council as well." Saren stared at him. One doesn't just join the citadel council, you have to earn it. As if reading his thoughts "However, such plans are centuries down the line, mostly likely a millennium. We are in no rush, and would rather have our plans take such time than to rush and have them fail."
Nihlus spoke up. His voice was laced with confusion. "I sent you a message months ago telling you I was evaluating him. Didn't you get it?"
Saren had the decency to be sad and speak as such "Sorry. I must have missed it." He gave a slight bow Nihlus's way.
Nihlus just shakes his head. "What have you been doing for the last few months?" Nihlus was a little upset about this information, sure they didn't keep in contact much, but that didn't mean they didn't talk any more.
'I have been looking through numerous prothean ruins and the terminus system for clues to the location of the conduit, working with the geth, and, just recently, attacked and destroyed an asari colony.' He did not voice such thought however, so he lied. "I have been infiltrating and destroying several pirate bases in the terminus system. Sorry, for not keeping in contact. But, I would rather not be exposed and killed thank you very much." It was true, in a sense. He did come across a few pirate bases and did destroy them, he just wasn't infiltrating or looking for them. But they didn't need to know that.
The waitress from before came back with Saren's drink. After setting it in front of him she left.
"Did you get my message about Thane getting accepted?" At Saren shaking his head no, Nihlus sighs. "Unbelievable." He just puts his hand over his face.
"Tell me Saren, what brings you to the citadel today." Asks Thane. Nihlus listened in.
"Well, I decided to take a break from all the fighting and just came here. No other reason really." A pause. "Now then, I believe this is a congratulatory party for Thane, not questing what I am doing." He put on a smile.
Saren raised his glass for a cheer, the others joined him. Right as the glasses clicked, Saren's omni tool pinged with an alert. He put his glass down and pulled up the message. His face grew darker the more he read.
From: Jacobus
To: Saren Arterius
I'm sorry, Saren, I failed you. When I was on the looking for some prothean ruins I find some spirts dam quarians. They shut down two of the geth units in the area and took their memory cores. Not sure if they got anything or not, but with them being quarians they likely got something. Even if they didn't, they still saw the geth, so I knew I had to take them out.
I followed them to Illium, and luck would have it, they were stuck in orbit for several hours, gave us time to land first and plan an ambush. It worked, we killed all of them... except two. How don't know how it happened, but two got away and made for the citadel.
Naturally, I followed.
I chased them halfway across the Citadel trying to kill them. Along the way I hit them, but I knew I needed to confirm the kills. Later I found the male of the two dead in front of an incinerator, only to get locked in. I am now trapped in here. More bad news, the suit rat turned on the incinerator! Fuck.
I would rip that rat to pieces if I could.
I can feel my blood boiling under my plates.
She's injured, but not dead. She's likely to find a medic willing to help her, however unlikely that is. I hope she is given a painful death.
'Sigh.' 'I need to deal with this.'
"What's the message about?" Saren perked up at this. He couldn't tell them, it could ruin everything.
"A... contact of mine needs to speak with me over something important."
"Do you need to talk to him now?"
"Sorry Nihlus, it can't wait. I'll contact you later to see about another get together. I promise."
Nihlus was upset about this, he just got here. But then he remembered, Saren is a workaholic. "Fine, I'll let it slide this time, but I expect you to keep your word." His eyes narrowed.
"Yea, yea, I'll keep my promise." Saren got up and left right after.
'Now then, who would help a quarian?'
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5 minutes later
Saren was riding down an elevator, banging his head into the side of it. Thinking of ways to kill the machine. 'Why... is this... machine... so spirts... dam SLOW?' Each pause was met with a bang. In the back ground he could hear news reports about the attack on Anarv.
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25 minutes later
Saren was walking along the presidium, going from hospital to hospital, clinic to clinic (there are quite a few on the citadel), looking for the suit rat, with no luck. He didn't really know any of them that well, and couldn't really say who would help or not, so he checked all of them.
He was walking into another clinic to ask them if they knew.
He opens the door and takes notice of the size of it. It was small, then again it was a clinic. It could handle two maybe three people at a time for small injures, not anything serious, but there were very few places left to look, so he didn't have much of a choice. There was only three medics here with no patients.
"Hello, how can I help you?" An asari maiden walked up to him. She had a smile on her face. She was one of three working here.
"Yes, my name is Saren, a spectre." Her eyes widen largely upon hearing that. "I'm looking for a female quarian that has been shot recently. Have you seen her?"
She was still in mild shock that a spectre would come here of all places, the other two weren't doing any better. He tapped her shoulder to bring her back into reality. "Wha..." She shakes her head. "What is you need?" He twitched.
Saren was a bit annoyed but pushed it aside. "I'm looking for a female quarian that has been shot recently. We have reason to believe she has highly valuable intellect for the council. Have you seen her?"
"Uh... There was Tali that came through here not too long ago and she was shot, but... do you really think she has such valuable intellect." Her eyes were wide.
'Finally, a clue!' "I don't know." Passing it off as if it was nothing. "All I know is that mercenaries are after her, and they believe she has information about the recent attack on Anarv. I need to find her and verify this information." Her eyes widen. "Now, she was here not that long ago, correct." She nods. "Alright, do you happen to know where she went?"
"She said she wanted to get in contact with the shadow broker, so I pointed her in the direction of Fist." Saren's mandibles twitched. The shadow broker was a problem... but fist wasn't.
"I thank you for your help." He bowed. "Have a good day." Who ever said being nice didn't get the job done was stupid. He, however, would have preferred to just got the information and left and not worry about being polite. They were, however, civilians, and if he caused a scene, it could cause problems. He turned around and left. Now he needed to talk to fist.
Outside Chora's den
Chora's den is a relatively new establishment, being only five years old. It, however, was one of the more popular joints for people to hang out. Nobody really knew how it got as popular as it did in such a short time. Some believed it was the 'supposed' connections to the shadow broker Fist had, others said it was the way it was presented, and Saren, he honestly couldn't care less. What he did care about, was the fact that the, hopefully, quarian he is looking for came to see Fist.
As he was walking up to the door, the krogan bouncer step in his way. "You leave the guns here." His voice laced with the promise of pain if it wasn't followed. "Or not, that would be more fun." He chuckled lightly.
Saren blinked once. "My name is Saren Arterius. I'm a spectre. I need to speak with Fist."
"Not gonna happen. No one sees Fist, especially not a spectre. Now, move along, your blocking the walk way."
Saren stared at the krogan for a moment before saying "I am going to walk through that door" pointing behind the krogan "and walk up to Fist, and talk to him. Keep standing in my way, you'll regret it." His voice was calm, as if speaking about the weather. It, however, spoke of much pain for the krogan.
The krogan, however, wasn't fazed, in fact, lightly smiled. "No one sees Fist." His smile got bigger as he pulled out his shotgun and pointed it at Saren. "But I'll be more than happy to keep you company." Emphasis was put on more. He pumped the shotgun once.
If Saren tried anything, he knew he would get shot before he got to try anything. So he turned around.
Seeing this the krogan snorted. "Typical, nothing but cowards." At this point he pulled his gun up to his chest and was putting it away. Believing Saren wasn't a threat anymore, he let his guard down. How far from the truth it was.
Saren had taken one step when he hear it.
Saren's plan was a fake turn around, then back turn around and face the krogan and paralyze him before he could react. Now, after what he said, it was to kill him. You do not insult his people.
With his guard down, the krogan didn't react fast enough when Saren turned around with an omni blade out and ready to strike. Saren charged. The krogan went for his gun on instinct and pulled it halfway out by the time Saren was on him. The blade went straight into the krogans neck, and out the back. He pulled to the left, nearly taking the entire krogans head off. He fell to his knees clenching his throat with both hands. He then fell to his left onto his side.
Saren watched this emotionlessly. He honestly didn't care that he killed the krogan. He didn't care that he killed at all. To him, it was an average do thing.
He took his eyes off the dead krogan and open the door and went inside.
Inside there was dozens of individuals drinking and partying, mostly drinking. There was four asari dancers wearing exotic and revealing clothes. There was turian, salarian, drell, even a few asari.
Saren ignored all this and walked around the bar to the back. Standing in front of the locked door was another krogan. The krogan tensed at the sight of Saren. Saren was not in the mood. He stepped right into the face of the krogan and jabbed his pistol into his chin before he could react. "You open that door, or you get to meet the same fate as your friends outside. Choose wisely."
The krogan didn't move, having a gun at your throat did that. He was thinking on what the best move would be at this point.
On one side he could let the guy through, or try and kill him. Yea, two very simple and easy chooses. His chose was made. He reached for his gun slowly, inch by inch, inch by inch. Didn't need to piss off the guy any farther. Before he could grab his gun, the com. beside the door turned on. "Let him 'hiss' through, Duvanor."
"Wha... I could take him. He's not that tough." Eyeing the panel.
"He's a spectre, 'hiss' kill him and 'hiss' more will come, 'hiss' and they 'hiss' will not be as 'hiss' nice as this one. 'hiss'"
Duvanor grumbled at this. He points to Saren. "You get to go through, but mark my words, try something, and you will be nothing but a smear on the wall." He walks over to the front of the door before activating his omni tool and pushing a few buttons on it. The door hissed open. Saren walked through as the door closed behind him.
He walked to the end of the hall and opened the door. It led to a small office.
Fist, a volus, was sitting behind the desk in the middle of the room. He gestured to the seat in front of his desk. "Please, take a seat. 'hiss'" His voice was a bit stressed. Likely from Saren being here. Saren didn't move. "Your chose. 'hiss'"
"I want to know about the quarian that came here."
"No can do. 'hiss' She has made a ' hiss' deal with the ' hiss' shadow broker already. ' hiss' He'll kill me ' hiss' if I double cross ' hiss' him." Saren's face harden. "We have done ' hiss' business before Saren, ' hiss' you know how ' hiss' it works."
"What if I made it worth your while? Say, 5 billion credits." He had a smug look on his face.
Fist thought it over, weighing the options he had, stick to the shadow broker or Saren. "Make it 7 'hiss' and you have a 'hiss' deal." Really, if he didn't help Saren, he's likely to get shot or tortured for the information. Something that would be very unpleasant. He may be able to fool the... who was he kidding, the shadow broker was going to find out, it was only a matter of time. He's going to need to beefen up security, and soon. Or, he could try and make a deal with him, like before.
Saren didn't move, twitch, or show in any way that he was surprised, because he wasn't. He expected something like this, and so came with 10 billion to bargain with. "Deal." He pulled up his omni tool and transferred the amount to Fist. After the transaction was completed "Now, where is she?" Fist just hit one key on his computer and a message pinged on Saren's omni tool.
"All the 'hiss' information you 'hiss' need is in there. 'hiss' You have one 'hiss' hour before the appointed 'hiss' time. Now leave, 'hiss' I have other matters 'hiss' to take care of." 'hiss' He got to work on his computer.
Saren didn't even spare a glance in his direction as he left, reading over the location.
One hour later
Saren was standing in the alleyway where the quarian was going to show up. The alley had a few boxes, some pipes coming out of the ground, and a small wide open area. Really, it was just like any other alleyway. But, this one was were the meeting would take place.
He was hiding in the shadows nearby, overlooking the meeting point. He has been here waiting here for 10 minutes now, and the meeting isn't for another one. The only reason he came so soon was to make sure he didn't miss it. People have been known to come early to these kinds of meeting, or even late.
'Sigh' Sometimes he contemplates what he is doing, and asks himself if what he's doing is the right thing.
It was then, at the corner of his eyesight that he saw a turian with two salarians walk into the alleyway. 'That must be the shadow broker's men.' He looks the other way, and sure enough, a quarian was walking into the alley as well. 'Good, I didn't miss it.' The two salarians broke off into defensive positions.
"Tali'Zorah nar Rayya." She was nervous, that much was certain.
"Yes." She looks around. "Where's Fist. Where's the shadow broker."
The turian scuffed "Fist, I don't know, but the shadow broker. You thought you would be meeting the shadow broker. What gave you any idea that you would be meeting him? He runs the largest information agency in the galaxy, so what made you think you would get to meet him. I have been working for him for 15 years, and I haven't even seen him. I don't care what info you have, the best you'll get is talking to him over the phone." He started to glare near the end. He eased up. "Now then, to clarify. You have information that implicates that one 'Saren Arterius' was both involved with the attack on Anarv AND is working with the geth."
Tali grumbled before nodding.
'That is all I need.' Saren throws three grenades at the two salarians in the back, taking care of them. He then pulls out his assault rifle and fires straight at the other turian. With disrupter ammo, his shields went down fast, with him following shortly after.
Tali did have sense of mind to take cover, then again, he needed her alive, so shooting her is kind of moot. So instead he rushed her, caught off guard with the tactic, she only got off one shot with her shotgun before he tackled her to the ground. His shields absorbing the rounds. Her gun was lost. Saren put his left hand around her throat and his right around her left wrist. She tried using her right hand, but wasn't strong enough.
"Tell me quarian, where is the evidence?"
"Get off me you bosh'tet." She did her best to kick him off. Failing badly.
Saren began to think on where she could have hid it, but came up with nothing. Quarians were disliked just about everywhere, so she would have next to zero options as to where she could put it. He went over them.
There were the doctors that healed her, she may have trusted them enough to hold the data. No, if they had the data, they would have shown him. They could have known what the data was about and tried to hide the data and throw him off. No, they wouldn't have pointed in the direction the quarian went. It can't be there.
It can't be Fist, otherwise this meeting wouldn't be happening.
So where. Maybe the migrant fleet. No, she wouldn't have gone to the shadow broker.
So spirits where. A crack is heard from under his palm covering her wrist. 'Of course, how could I forget about her omni tool.' He pulled it off her wrist. With her arm free, she used it to help remove his other arm. He looked at the devise for a moment before kneeing Tali in the stomach. She gasped in pain and clutched her stomach to help ease the pain. She didn't notice him letting go of her throat and didn't see him pull out his pistol either. 'Bang' 'Bang' 'Bang'. Three shots were heard from that alleyway.
Saren later had the omni tool scanned and sorted through by the geth to confirm the data was there.
I enjoyed killing her, you know, it's the little things in life that really help. What else happened...? Ah yes, Liara. She is one of the leading prothean experts and happens to be Benezia's daughter. I sent several ships and some krogan to retrieve her. It took three days for them to return with her... in less than perfect condition.
A krogan was pushing along one Liara T'Soni down a corridor and into the bridge. "Keep moving." He shoved her along.
"I'm going, I'm going." Liara was scared out of her mind, she was just excavating some prothean ruins, and then, out of nowhere a krogan leading a group of geth. Geth. The same ones who haven't been seen outside the Perseus Veil for nearly 300 hundred years and nearly caused the extinction of the quarians. She hid inside the ruins, hoping they wouldn't her, but, as luck would have it, they were after her.
She activated a security system by mistake while hiding and was trapped. It didn't take long for them to find her, but couldn't get to her, yet. She was stuck and she knew it. Several hours later they got behind her and found the controls. It didn't take long for the geth to turn the field off, and here we are. She was fidgeting every few seconds.
Saren was standing in the bridge with his back turned to Liara when she arrived. "I see that that they found you." Liara was freaking out now.
"Wh-what is i-it yo-you ne-need of m-me?" She was doing her best to keep calm, but was falling miserably.
"Tell me, have you ever heard of the conduit." Liara stop moving at this and got her act together.
"I've heard mentions of it, but not much else." Saren keeps staring forward.
"Take her to a holding cell." Several geth units grab Liara and take her away.
"Stop, let me go." The geth ignore her.
"Hodark." "Yes." "I am putting you in charge of her, make sure that she is taken care of. If anything, ANYTHING, happens to her, it is on your head." He nods unfazed.
"It will be done." He turns around and heads after Liara.
I trusted the asari as much as I could throw her.
What happened next... oh yea, the thorian; a massive plant creature on the planet Feros. After trading for the information I needed, I had the geth kill it.
Saren was walking down a flight of stairs to the thorian. With him was an asari and five geth units.
The thorian was a massive... plant... creature... thing. He didn't really know what it was nor did he care. It was something that lives under the ruins, a very strange place to live. What he did care for was the fact that it had something he needed. A way to understand the knowledge he received from the beacon on Anarv. Without it, he may never know where to find the conduit. His entire plan rests on the conduit, and without it, the return of the reapers may never happen.
The thorian was currently suspended in the middle of the room with a bottomless pit below it. Keeping it up were several large... nodes... connecting its body to the walls surrounding it. In front of it was an asari. She was sitting down in front of it praying to it as if it was some kind of god.
"The old growth welcomes you." The asari says as Saren gets close. She turns around to look at to group.
Saren pays little attention to the giant plant thing now and looks at the asari. "You speak for that?" Pointing at the thorian. "Yes." He nods at the words. "I wish to make a deal with it. I will give Shiala here" indicating to the asari next to him "in exchange for something to understand the knowledge I have received about the protheans."
Several moments pass with no movement from either side. "Why should the old growth agree to this, when it can take what it wants?"
Saren smirked "Because, the being I follow can easily wipe you from existence, so, you can give me what I want or you can perish before their might." The tone it was spoke in was deafly calm.
The asari took a step forward and her biotics started to glow around her "You dare threaten the old growth!"
"No. I give you facts. Give me what I want and I may forget that you exist or die. Choose wisely."
The asari stayed glowing for a while before she stops. "The old growth agrees. Afterwards, you are to leave and never return." Saren nods.
"Shiala, you know what to do." She nods before walking over to the creature. Once there, "embrace eternity" she melds with the creature. It takes only moments for it to finish before she came back. "What did you find?" She shakes her head no.
"It is not something that can be shared through words, only thoughts."
"Show me." She grabs the side of his head "embrace eternity". Their minds connected and became one. There he saw everything. He saw the life of Shiala, he ignored that. More information pass by him as he looked for what he want. It took only moments to find what he wanted, the cipher. The collective knowledge of the prothean people. With it, he finally understood the beacon and knew where the conduit was, Ilos. With the knowledge gained the meld ended.
He backed up a bit and shakes his head, slightly disorientated. It takes a moment for the effects to fade. "Our business is done." He turns and leaves the chamber.
In the drop ship to sovereign in orbit, Saren spoke to the geth unit across from it. "Destroy that place, leave nothing alive, and confirm the death of the thorian." The unit doesn't respond, but he knows the geth are carrying it out.
It wasn't until two weeks later that I got a confirmation from the geth that the thorian was dead. I thought of leaving it alive, but the chances that someone would learn of my involvement, no matter how small, was simple to great. The geth being machines can simple rebuild their bodies, so they lost nothing.
It wasn't until three weeks after the attack on Anarv that the final piece of the puzzle was retrieved. It was unfortunate on how it happened. The Rachni had gotten out of their cells on Noveria.
"You what?" Saren was angry.
"I destroyed the facility." Benezia was uncertain why she needed to repeat herself.
"Why!? The Rachni were needed for the plan." He was in her face, and was thinking about killing her.
"There was no way we could have controlled them as they were, and if left alone, others may have found them. It was best that all evidence was erased." It pained her to destroy the place, but it was need, or others may have come across the Rachni.
"You have better have the information I need or you are looking at a one way trip out the airlock." Benezia handed him a flash drive. He plugs it into his omni tool before saying "Fail again and you may not live. Now leave."
With the information on how to get to Ilos now in my hands, I headed to Virmire to gather everything I had and check up on some things there.
Saren was talking to Rana Thanoptis, an asari neurospecialist. "The effects are, strange, in a way."
"Strange how?"
(A lot of neurology talk happens. I know nothing however, so don't trust it.)
"Well the way that the waves effect the brain is different than how one would think. Instead of implanting the thoughts it wants. The field sovereign produces changes the way our electrical signals are received and sent in our brains. For instance, every nanosecond, signals are sent throughout our body to control our movements and thought process. Sovereign can intercept the signals being sent and redirect it to different locations to produce different results. Because of this, it creates the thoughts in our heads. However, it can't tell what we are thinking. It has to use the way we react and what we say to determine it effectiveness. Theoretical, it could control our bodies while we are close enough."
Saren takes this all in as best he can, knowing she did simplify it for him. He noticed her confused "Something wrong?"
She jumps a little "Oh, I'm just curious on how it's doing this."
Now Saren was confused "Didn't you just explain that?"
She shakes her head "No, what I explain was how it does what it does, what I'm confused about is how it knows it will produce said results. Assuming you're the first turian it came across, how would it know that redirecting signal a to location b will produce result c. There are thousands of locations and signals in the brain. You yourself said you felt the effect immediately, so how. It would have to know how the turian brain works beforehand to do so."
"Good question."
I still don't have an answer to that question, how does sovereign know? I may never know.
Anyway, just before we made it to Ilos, I received a report that the facility was destroyed by the salarians. How they found it I don't know, it however doesn't matter. The geth brought thousands of krogan with them when we left. They will be more than enough for the plan.
Flash back end
Saren was brought out of his thoughts by a geth unit. "Saren-prophet we have arrived."
Saren takes a moment to shake his head and gather his thoughts. He takes a step out of the transport to look at the conduit. "So this is it." Said device was around six stories tall and looked like a cannon. "Has it been confirmed that it leads to the citadel."
"Several units have been sent through and are on the citadel. They have already began the attack."
He nods before getting into the transport again "Take us through." A flash of light soon engulfs the transport.
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Codex: The United Drell Alliance
In the year 1065 was when the Drell home world began its swift descent into lifelessness due to disastrous industrial expansion. It looked as if all hope for the survival of the Drell was lost, expect for one.
Faro Hiit.
Born in the year 1555, he saw the path the world was on and sought out ways to correct it.
At a young age, Faro could always see what is to come, even before it gave hints to it. At age 12, saved his mother from getting hit by a car that came speeding around a corner, before it came into sight.
At the age of 19, he joined the Newforgt College, with a major in engineering and a minor in speaking/presentation. He wanted to create new ways for his people to live safely.
Over the next 6 years he sends all his time studying all there is about machinery, and how they can be used.
Six months before he graduated, he found out the path the planet was on, death. He talked to many of his friends and family, and even some teachers, about what he found and they all said he was imagining everything and he should forget about it. He did the opposite, he continued doing researched into what he found well after he graduated, and even started a blog.
In one year's time, he found that he wasn't the only one to come across such information. He found 9 others who shared his concern. (M = male, F = female)
(F) Othafos Meit - A 36 year old security guard.
(M) Shinhi Drius - A computer expert.
(F) Ulohat Hoek - Head of a small failing business.
(M) Thinsan Roan - Has a major in building planning.
(M) Ronul Thiuk - Son of a rich father.
(F) Ishumi Moun - A scientist.
(M) Yaru Noek - Works at a local diner.
(F) Ufimu Luet - College student studying energy engineering.
(F) Ayilut Roen - A chief.
They talk often about the information they have and ways to fix it. They call themselves Phoelhe, meaning the protectors (made it up, deal with it.).
When he was 28, he found his solution, space. He found that if his people could get into space, they would be able to save their society. He bought this up with the others, and they agreed that it was the best solution they have, but they knew something like getting into space was going to be very difficult.
After a few weeks of planning, they found a place that they could work on their project in peace. They only had one problem, financing it.
Ronul was the only one with large sums of money that could be used to support the project, the problem was getting his father to support it. It took about four days, and deep explanation on why this would work. In the end, he agreed only because of his son.
After they got the money needed, they started building up the place, and hiring the necessary people. It took around 8 months to build the place. They each take up different roles to help support each other. The following 10 years where used to study, build, and test numerous models to see what worked and how to improve.
In the year 1595, they have their first spacecraft make it to orbit. The rest of Rakhana started to take great interest in what they have done. Other places around the world start their own programs to reach space.
23 years later, probes land on the only other planet in the system, Retot. Three months of survey later reveal ruins of unknown origins. It takes another six years to get five drell onto Retot with enough supplies to last several months.
7 months later, the five drell return with as much of the artifacts as they can.
Over the next several years, the drell spend massive amounts of time and effort to decode the artifacts. Through them they learn of the protheans and of mass effect technology. What they learn is not much, but it does point them in the right direction.
Talks are put into place to kelp unify the drell, but don't take hold until the year 1962 with first contact with the hanar. Through them, the drell make contact with the rest of the galactic community.
By the year 2180, the drell have four worlds, five dreadnoughts, 45 cruisers, and 200 frigates. The drell keep one dreadnought, 5 cruisers, and 20 frigates in each of their extrasolar colonies and the rest stay in their home system.
The drell are on the best terms with the hanar, and have the Compact, a deal between. It states that the drell will be the guards of the hanar and patrol their space, in exchange the hanar will help the drell learn about the galactic community, protheans, and mass effect technology. Because the drell patrol hanar space now, the turians have removed the patrols that went there before to pirate duty.
Much like the hanar, the drell are in self-imposed isolation and have few trade contacts with others, expect the hanar. In recent years, the drell have become more open with the rest of the galactic community.
Historians look back on drell history and say that the Phoelhe are the ones that lead the drell to where they are now, while the Phoelhe would say that it was Faro that brought it all about.