Before I continued on my quest to redemption stops had to be made. Roaming the extranet while piloting a shuttle is an obvious hazard. So I stopped on an uninhabited desert world carefully landing so as for the strong winds were blowing. My search led me to one world. A human colony named Eden Prime. With a bit of tinkering, firewalls were brought down revealing devastating information. The cycle for these races had begun. The reaper known as Sovereign. But with the combined effort the synthetic being was destroyed. Blow to simethereens you could sayi. Enouh sidetracking though, I shut off my omni tool off and proceeded aboard the shuttle. If my memory served correct this Eden Prime was a long forgotten Porthean Colony. The small white shuttle let off a roar as the thrusters propelled itself off world.

Precaution had to be necessary, I would draw to much attention to myself, and throw the colony into distress. We wouldn't want that now would we. It wasn't long before my past caught up to me leading me straight to a nest of old ghosts. It was like guilt got a metal bat and swung it at my stomach. Sure I was a collector, but I am alive and kicking. But guilt would have to creep back to the black hole it came from. To make sure their sacrifices weren't in vain. I will be the voice that speaks out, I am the anger of a dead people. With this in mind my guilt was foreheld and ma terminal came into view. my trek continued. Along the way the pods that once held the Protheans were now empty metal shells containing nothing but painful memories. Soon enough a terminal came into view. Strangely active for quite a long time. Even the most advanced terminal would have shut down due to the loss of power. I looked around carefully examining the area. This terminal was turned on a couple hours ago. I began typing away on the terminal bringing up an orange screen boring the particle rifle but broken into schematics.

As the information was downloaded into my Omni Tool a voice beind me spoke. "Husk detected." A green holographic Prothean VI appeared out of a nearby terminal. "Zero percent indoctrination detected, status: Free Husk."

"Yes, it was an experiment, somehow. Don't ask me how they did it." I responded as the VI walked closer.

"Acknowledged, scans report no signs of indoctrination. Assistance is cleared."

"Very well, I need blue prints, technology, weapon plans, anything. Advice even."

"Yes, I am your advice if you download me into your Omni-Tool I could be of great assistance."

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to do so. If so however I need your help getting support to begin a crew and get a ship."

"Complete." I proceeded to download the VI. The door opened as I made my way toward the shuttle.

After the endeavor my mind needed rest. Exhaustion had fallen on me like a pile of boulders. But the VI had taken control of the shuttle allowing me to take a quick siesta. I wake up to the sound of the shuttle landing. "Why're we stopping?" I asked rubbing my head. Sleeping on the hardened cushions isn't exactly terms for a good night's rest. "Council support is required. Being a free husk means nothing unless you have council clearance. Without that it is 87% likely that you will be shot up on sight." Said VI.

"So what do you propose I do? I need a small fast ship preferably a cruiser."

"Get Asari council support they have considerable firepower. Are fairly reasonable."

"Okay, Patch her through." He froze up attempting to patch through the Asari councilor. "Hello who is this-" She almost stood in shock at the sight of a collector standing in front of her. "Listen you might be extremely confused. But allow me to explain, I was killed and brought into custody by a human ship. They released me from my shackles of the Reapers. I simply ask of your support and help councilor." I explained cross armed.

"So…. The reapers are real?!" And my request had fallen of deaf ears.

"Yes yes, how can you grant me council support?"

"How can I trust you? How do I know your completely free of indoctrination?"

I can send you all the data feeds from the human ship. And I'll help you in the war effort. An ancient warrior on your side isn't something that should be passed up lightly. My memory is still a bit thin but it's coming back." The Asari councilor seemed a bit troubled. I understood her concern but this was a time for war not a time for filthy politics. "Very well," Spoke the Asari with white markings. "I must get the data feeds before I can get your crew and ship arranged. Also if you can send weapon plans I'll send an agent with them. Until we meet again." She said as she cut the comm. Good now my particle rifle will be able to be made with any trouble. Anyways that went better than expected. My expectations were that she would cut the comm without a hint of doubt. Now I would be able to get some rest for real.

A/N: I would like to thank all the people who reviewed favorite followed or just simply logged on and read the story. It motivated me even more than I already was. "The joining," I'm glad that your watching. Your review helped me develop Zuni farther than possible. Now I have the next couple chapters laid out for Zuni to recruit and steal a derelict Turian cruiser. The next chapter revolves around Zuni and his second in command "Daria" An asari who brings the particle rifle made, but she doesn't take lightly being under the command of a collector. Enjoy and I'll gladly accept more reviews guys. STAY FROSTY!