Chapter One: Bureaucracy
"Sir, we've picked up abnormal heat signatures in quadrant B," said a young krogan technician. The krogan officer stepped over to the private's terminal and squinted as the monitor's tangerine light blinded his leathery face. The old battle master grunted and took a heavy sigh.
"Alright, we'll send a team to check it out," the officer said reluctantly. "Besides, we could use some more provisions and fuel for pickup."
"Alerting the recon team now sir," said the young soldier. "And sir…" the technician looked up with regret
"Yes?" said the Krogan officer slightly irritated.
"If my information is accurate, that is the quadrant where clan leader Wrex's son was traveling,"
"Send a message the recon team, I don't want them running in their guns blazing…if Wrex were to find out that our division screwed up his own son's rite of passage because of itchy trigger claws…he would have my balls."
"Understood sir." RenaCorp was a galactic government funded organization that would "fill the void" of some settled planets that were under the union of the galactic alliance. This corporation took over Tuchanka not long after the extermination of all mercenary threats. This company would send down trained soldiers and alliance diplomats to help "structure" the colonies. This was essentially the citadel's way of micro-managing their controlled planets. Because of all these rules and regulations the colonies became a bit rebellious at times. When such a thing would happen the council would simply "step it up" if necessary. The main point of all this is that the Urdnot Clan and basically all clans of Tuchanka became more militarized and bureaucratic instead of tribal and nomadic.
The recon team was sitting in a missile silo-like base. The dark and unpleasant lighting of the base set the mood for the department's blasé position. This particular report almost startled the team because they had not seen any activity for 2 months. "Everyone get suited up and ready to go! We're going on a road trip boys!" said Sergeant Riley a disgruntled human soldier from the citadel. The recon station suddenly bursted into energy. The soldiers hopped out of their seats and went into their quarters to suit up. Sergeant Riley grabbed his assault rifle. The team got in the DRAV: Desert Recon Assault Vehicle. As the soldiers got in the vehicle they patted the armor plated hull and sat down in their shock proof seats.
"The base at Outpost B caught some anomalous activity in their quadrant." The team's heads seemed to perk up a bit. "Don't get excited, because the Lieutenant gave us direct orders to fire on defensive means only." The team moaned in an unprofessional way.
"Shit Riley! Why the hell we bring all this merch if we ain't gonna fire nothin'!" whined a young turian marine.
"It's because the clan leader Wrex's son is on his rite of passage," said the krogan to the left of him.
"Hey sarge, why don't you open up the DRAV's windows?" the turian said while leaning towards the pilot seat of the DRAV.
"Yeah, sure parker…why don't you recline your chair, and I'll turn on the radio too." the sergeant said sarcastically. The squad laughed in their breather helmets and parker rolled his Turian eyes. Parker grew up on a human settlement so talking to him wasn't much different from conversing with a human marine. The team was made up of five people: Parker a turian corporal, Zeeg a krogan private, She'mel a quarian doctor and engineer, Dunn a human marine, and Sergeant Riley an ex-cop from c-sec. As the rag-tag group of reconnaissance soldiers traveled down the gravel road going out of RenaCorp HQ and into the wasteland of Tuchanka, the Sergeant pondered what lay ahead.