This is gonna get fucking crazy, I've had three years to make a list of the shit that Shepard would get at this point. Bear with me and remember-he's practically a fucking superhero.


Shepard had been on Rannoch for about a month now. It was the most beautiful planet he had ever seen. The oceans took up a good chunk of the planet, he was situated in a cliffside building that, as far as he could tell, was specially created for him. After all the geth didn't need chairs or beds.

The geth did their best to keep their guest happy, continually giving him a steady supply of water and rations. Every now and then they would consult him about things like aesthetics or preferred fight style. A few days in one of them had asked him, "Shepard-Commander, we are outfitting you with two monomolecular swords. Do you have a preferred grip material?

"I... I don't fucking know how to use swords!"

The geth's head plates lifted up and fell back down. It simply replied, "We will teach you. And we will create the weaponry to our specifications instead."

After that, his time consisted of exercises done in virtual reality programs, practicing and staying sharp for when the geth gave him the things he needed to leave and reap havoc on his enemies.

He learned how to use swords, whips, geth weaponry, flamethrowers, plenty of other weaponry. It was incredible the things they planned to equip him with-he wasn't sure he would ever be able to carry them all. About a week later one of the geth took him to a gigantic facility centered in a gorgeous ravine.


"We have created armor based on the aesthetic of the "Terminus Assault Armor" popular among high-ranking mercenaries, it is based on an extremely light alloy for parts of the weaponry, and the densest and lightest polymer we could create for the armor. Similar to geth infantry units, it is designed to be dropped from up to 100 meters in the air by reinforced leg plating. This armor exploits your latent biotic potential-it has several dozen amps inside the armor, enough that you are as capable as an L5 biotic without exerting yourself profusely. It is outfitted with retractable Cerberus 'lashers', 'flamers' on each wrist, dual omni blades built into the armor, both of which are outfitted with special programming such as the 'omni-bow', and our custom built 'omni-shield', your armor shields can break itself to pulse out as an energy that will disable enemy shields, a minigun 10 cm in diameter mounted on the right shoulder, six 3 millimeter 'bunker buster' rockets located in the chest paneling and fired from your HUD, two monomolecular swords with 'scabbards' on either hip and all of this is in addition to geth weaponry-two pistols on the chest two assault rifles on the back, a shotgun just above the back waist, and a sniper rifle diagonally across the back, all using geth energy dispersal technology instead of thermal clips. In addition, it is fitted with a waste dispersal system, it automatically senses any breaches and warns you, disperses medi-gel on the wound if it is determined necessary, and will inject the veins in your wrists with adrenaline or tranquilizers to get your heartbeat back within normal do all this, it is inhabited by 337 geth programs who you command for some aspects of the suit."

Shepard gawked at the armor before him, already affixed with all the weaponry described. "This... I'll be unstoppable."

It was thickly armored and filled with weapons at every inch, but it still looked neat and light.

"That is our goal."

"The geth programs, they determine some of the functions based on my voice commands?"

"Correct."

"So... they'll need a name."

"We suppose so."

"How about... Aegis."

"It's a fitting name, Shepard-Commander."

"And the ship?"

"Of course. Follow me."


The ship was built from the ground up, although it was based on geth fighter schematics. It has two precision thanix cannons, four javelin torpedo firing devices, a miniature tantalus core, cyclonic shielding, an alloy of Silaris armor and our own hull metals, a moisture collection device so that it is capable of dispensing water if it spends a small period of of time in a moisture-rich atmosphere, it uses renewable resources instead of fuel, it is fitted with enough rations to last you a year, a bed, a desk, and we have decided that the operational capacity to manage cyber warfare and all components of flying the ship, along with the weaponry and other aspects is 1073 geth programs, who all inhabit the ship."

Shepard's jaw practically hit the floor, "I... this... how did you do this!?"

"You are the only person in the galaxy who advocates on behalf of the geth. We wanted to reward you. In addition, it would be extremely detrimental to our people if you were to die."

Shepard looked at the ship. It was jet black, with an "N7" on the back. He thought of the Normandy's namesake. "Okinawa. I'll call it the Okinawa."

The ship's "It is a fitting name, Shepard-Commander. We assume that you will administer a name to the geth programs aboard the ship?"

Shepard stared at it for a moment. "I called him Legion because of the amount of geth programs inside him. And you're a ship. How about Armada?"

The geth nodded, "We approve."

"Are they ready?"

"We recommend you equip the armor here, else it may be cumbersome to equip while in the small quarters of The Okinawa. However, the ship is prepared to launch."

"Understand. I'll suit up and be back"


Shepard sat with his helmet on at the console. "Okinawa prepared for launch."

"Approved. Good luck, Shepard-Commander."

"I don't need luck. I have enough weapons to punch a hole in a Reaper."

Expecting a correction, she was shocked to hear back, "Yes. You do. Farewell."

The Okinawa launched from Rannoch silently and quickly. He was in space in five minutes.

A grin spread over his face. Time to hunt some Cerberus.


So that's done.