July 5th, 2157
Shanxi
"Alright, listen up," Caleb said as his team-mates, and the other surviving members of his platoon settled down in their briefing room. "We have civilians stuck inside the emergency bunkers in New Wuhan, and an army surrounding it. Now, we know that the Turians have personal shielding, and normally, that wouldn't be a problem. But they've finally wised up, and upped the strength of those shields. In short, it becomes harder for Shanxi PD to take them out.
"I got the go ahead for our mission from Williams himself, and here's what I told him. Using the central broadcast tower in the middle of downtown, we will secure the building and broadcast an EMP that will affect only the Turians. Their shields and weapons will be disabled, giving us the chance to push them as far back as possible to evac those civvies," Caleb continued. "Now, the program will be done in less than an hour, and we will have to escort a mission critical package to the site. Any questions so far?"
A trooper from what was left of Alpha spoke up. "Yeah, how are going to get there? Place is crawling with birds, I don't see how we can even get close enough to the city to begin with," he said, chewing gum as he spoke. Caleb nodded.
"We'll be entering the combat zone from here," he said, pointing at a spoke in the city map he had posted on the wall. "We will use the river to hide ourselves from aerial surveillance, and once we get out on the other side, we'll be engaging in close quarters combat. Each team will be using only one Minuteman while inside the city." Turning back to look at the troopers, Caleb added, "Now, seeing as we're short on people, we'll be consolidated into two teams. Private Verne, your file reads that you have electronics experience. How much?"
The trooper who had made wise to Caleb seconds ago swallowed his gum nervously. "Umm, I managed to hack into an Auburn class destroyer once to prank a guy I didn't like…" Verne said hesitantly. Caleb was impressed.
"Then a broadcast tower should be a cakewalk for you. You'll be with me and my team, forming Red Team. Private Burke, you'll be joining Delta to form Blue. Now, Red Team will be in charge of securing the tower and the controls. Blue Team, your job is to find and secure the station's power core and protect it. Now, aerial recon of the city, time stamped three hours ago, show a high number of Turian infantry making their way into the city here, here, and here," Caleb said, pointing at the map. "We will be in tight quarters, so limit the height of your jumps whenever possible. Take only the weapons you need for urban combat; no plasma weapons, we're trying to save as much of the city as possible for when we get reinforced. We meet in the garage in thirty. Am I clear?"
The troopers in the room nodded and said their agreements. "Alright then, get your asses ready! On the double!" Caleb ordered, sending them scurrying like roaches. Caleb himself headed down to the armory, since he already had most of his gear on him. Entering the room, Caleb nodded to the quartermaster. Nodding in reply, the QM pointed to the other side of the room, where the more exotic weapons and ammunition were. Walking up to an armor rack, Caleb looked at his set of armor, waiting to be put on.
The Morita Military Technologies M1A4 Semi-Powered Modular Tactical Armor was to the MI as an ancient A-10 was to infantry of the past; a veritable godsend. While a trooper's standard bodysuit was already capable of deflecting and stopping most infantry bullets, the M1A4 took the protection to a whole new extreme. The armor had layers of high strength carbon fiber, titanium plating, and advanced ceramics that made a trooper able to resist getting shot with an anti-material round…for a while. The second aspect of it was the jump-jets attached to the back of the armor, giving the Mobile Infantry its name. One trooper with a jetpack could cover more ground on the bounce so to speak than an infantryman on the ground. It was this armor that Caleb went to put on.
Ten minutes later, as Caleb was feeding 8mm bullets from a stripper clip into an empty magazine that the other troopers filed inside of the armory. Caleb watched as they all grabbed an assortment of assault rifles, grenade launchers, shotguns, and as far as Jenkins was concerned, a sniper rifle. The newly promoted Staff Sergeant sighed as he walked over to Grace.
"Grace, you mind telling me why you're bringing that?"
Grace looked down at the weapon she had in her hands. "What, this? You said bring what you need for urban combat!" she said back. "I figure that I might need this!"
"Grace…that is not something you bring into close quarters."
"But it causes so much carnage!"
"Grace, you are not bringing an R-14 for this mission, and that is final," Caleb said flatly. "It's an anti-mech weapon, and I'm not converting Blue Team just so you can have a big ass gun. Now put it back."
Grace sighed as she went over to the rack, and with a grunt, placed the near fifty pound cannon back where she found it. Caleb watched as she grabbed a much more reasonable GL-404. Seeing his men have their gear in check, Caleb shouted, "SEAL CHECK!" At once, everyone began inspecting the seals on their comrade's suits, checking for any tears or signs of stress. Caleb looked over a private from Blue Team and stood up. "Seal check green," he told the younger trooper. "Now, all of you, MOVE OUT!"
With a quick hustle, the ten troopers headed into the garage. Entering, they each entered their mechs and powered them up quickly. "Gear up people! Grace, Anderson, HELIX Pods! Everyone else, standard load-outs for you all! Our VIP is waiting for us, and those civvies don't have all day!"
The aforementioned troopers waited as a pair of missile pods were planted onto their shoulders, while everyone else got the more versatile LYNX MLS Pods. Together, they quickly jogged out of the underground garage and into semi-open air. Caleb looked around the heavily forested clearing and saw General Williams, Rael, and one other Quarian. "General Williams sir," Caleb said, nodding his head.
"Staff Sergeant, this is your mission specialist, Kel'Nara vas Cyrind," the general said without preamble. "She has the program ready for upload, and Captain Ilarune assures me that she can defend herself. That being said, do take of her."
"Wouldn't dream of doing otherwise sir," Caleb replied, looking down at the quarian. "So, Miss Cyrind, if it's not to bothersome, would you please kindly get onto one of their backs? It'll make getting to New Wuhan a bit faster," he asked the quarian.
[Captain, are you certain these are not A.I.?] the quarian asked hesitantly, turning towards her captain. Rael nodded.
[Staff Sergeant Shepherd is a good soldier,] Rael told the younger quarian. [Other than Commander, there isn't a human I would trust more for your safety.]
Caleb almost dropped his gun in surprise. It wasn't exactly all that common for him to be entrusted with the care of a VIP, but for him to hear a man tell his subordinate that he trusted an alien above all others with their safety was a bit much. [Captain Ilarune, I promise you, she's in good hands," Caleb said, kneeling down to their level. Kel'Nara shuddered, and then hesitantly walked over to Caleb.
Silently, Caleb gently picked her up and placed her behind his head. Knowing the features of the M18/A3, Caleb didn't need to see her grab onto the hand rails on the neck guard, which normally was used when MI troops needed a lift. It was somewhat exposed, but at the moment, they didn't have a choice.
"We'll get those people out of there sir," Caleb said to Williams. Turning to his newly made squad, he motioned for them all to head out, with a member from Blue Team running point. Williams looked over at Rael.
[Captain Ilarune, we should head back inside. I don't trust the open air,] he said. Rael nodded in agreement as the pair walked back into the underground base.
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Turian Base
Day Six of Occupation
Victus was back at the communications booth, and was waiting for Admiral Okora to call him again. They had only just managed to repair the generator enough to have minimul power, and Victus had immediately ordered for several supply ships to deliver materials to repair the base as soon as possible. He just wasn't looking forward to talking with Okora.
"Commander Victus."
Victus steeled himself as Okora's stark visage materialized on the screen. "Admiral, I apologize for what happened yesterday," he said calmly. "We had a bit of a power issue. We just now got it under control."
"Commander, I am tired of hearing excuses. I and my fleet will be arriving tomorrow, and you had better be ready to leave this theater of operations. You have done nothing to end this quickly, and have brought shame to your clan name. I will be there tomorrow." The feed cut off after Okora's harsh tirade. Victus slumped into a chair, a sigh of defeat coming from his mouth.
Victus had worked hard ever since he was ten to be a fine member of the Turian Armed Services, and this…this was destroying his life. Everything that he had in his life, his mate, his child, all of it was a result of his drive to succeed. He was certain that he wouldn't make admiral. Captain would have been his limit, but now, if Okora had her way, well, he'd be lucky if he was capable of scrubbing toilets.
"Sir, something wrong?"
Victus looked over at his TAO, and grunted. "Nothing more so than usual Tychos," he said quietly. "Admiral Okora is coming in system tomorrow, and I will no longer be in command of this operation." The other officer leaned on the side of the communications booth.
"Spirits, that sounds bad," the blue armored turian stated. "But the way I see it, it means that you now have other opportunities to make Captain."
Victus looked at his friend. "Are you Vakarians always this full of advice?" he asked sarcastically. Tychos smiled and shrugged.
"I am. My brother simply has a pole lodged in his ass. I really hope he doesn't pass it on to my nephew."
"How is Garrus anyway?"
"Oh, you know how young ones are at his age; full of energy, and always asking why!" Tychos replied happily. "I'm thinking that he'll be a good turian one of these days."
Victus smiled weakly. "…Tychos, am I a good turian?" he asked suddenly.
Tychos looked at his friend oddly. "What do you mean? You're a great leader, and you've left many young recruits with exper-"
"No Tychos, am I doing the right thing in continuing this attack against a race we know nothing about?" Victus asked. "Why are we fighting a race that just discovered the Mass Relays? How would they know of Citadel law?"
Tychos looked down. "…I do not know sir," he admitted finally. "The only thing I can say for certain is that of all of your qualities, most of us admire your ability to do what is right. NOT what is easy."
Victus stood up and nodded. "Thank you, Tychos. How go the repairs?"
"Walls are done, and the generator is able to power the comms, and the radar. Automated defenses are next on the list."
"Alright, keep me posted. And Tychos?"
"Yes?"
"Say hello to Garrus for me whenever you get a chance to talk to him for me, will you?"
"Of course sir."
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Outside New Wuhan
Kel'Nara was nervous as the mechanized walked she was on walked straight into the river and headed right for the deepest part of it. She had no doubt that this 'Staff Sergeant Shepherd' would keep her alive, but, she was apprehensive about their technology. More specifically, their use of drones.
Almost all races did use combat drones, but in Kel'Nara's opinion, they were little more than a flying distraction not even worth using, or in extreme cases in the Flotilla, naming them. These 'Humans' seemed to have a love affair with their drones. They had flying drones for recon and unmanned aerial strikes, ground based drones for bomb disposal and additional recon, and according to human rumor, there was even a highly advanced combat drone that was being put into field testing.
Kel'Nara simply hoped that they didn't fall to the temptations of trying to create artificial intelligence. Otherwise, there would be another Geth Uprising….
[Hey, you okay up there?]
Kel'Nara shook her head as the pilot of the robot she was riding spoke to her. [I am fine,] she replied. [I was just thinking.]
[About what?] Staff Sergeant Shepherd asked her, slowing down as a turian squad walked down the river bank past them, drones out and searching the area.
[Your drones…do you ever worry about them turning against you?] Kel'Nara asked quietly as she and the other soldiers passed the turians, leaving barely a wake in their passing.
[Not really,] Shepherd answered truthfully. [Most drones are actually either fairly limited in what they can do, or they're manually operated. Besides, they all have an integrated IFF tracker in them, so no one other than their assigned handler can activate them.]
Kel'Nara was about to ask him to clarify when Shepherd stopped. [Hold formation,] he whispered in the radio, looking up and to his left. Kel'Nara looked as well and paled inside her suit as several platoons of turian infantry with armor passed by them. It was a tense minute, as each trooper stood rock still against the current of the river, and Kel'Nara holding on desperately.
They waited about another thirty seconds before Shepherd nodded. [Clear. Alright everyone, over and out,] he ordered, heading to the river bank. Kel'Nara held on as the mechanical humanoid walker emerged from the water, swinging its rifle left and right, checking for targets. The ten mecha headed over what Kel'Nara realized was a vehicle storage building. Finding a shaded spot, Shepherd crouched down. [Miss Cyrind, if you will please,] he commented, waiting.
Kel'Nara eyed the drop warily, and then jumped off. Landing with a muted grunt, she quickly regained her footing as seven other mechs crouched down, and eight troopers came out of the robots chests, although that didn't help Kel'Nara any; with their armor on, they almost looked like the things they controlled.
"Alright, Jenkins, Murray, I want an overlapping overwatch at all times until we get to the tower!" Shepherd ordered, flicking the safety off his rifle. "Private Steele, take point! Corporal Conrad, you and Spunkmeyer cover three, Holloway, Veretti, nine! Sims, I want rear security from you! Verne, you take center with Cyrind! Target is seven miles out, now move it!"
Kel'Nara was amazed as two of the troopers, obviously snipers judging by their long rifles, ran to the side of the building, and jumped up onto the wall, and proceeded to climb up it. [Is that normal?] she asked out loud.
[Well, yeah, we wouldn't be called 'Mobile' Infantry if we couldn't do that!] said one of the privates on her right. Kel'Nara looked at the troopers around her, and was suddenly glad they couldn't see her face.
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The squad moved down the streets slowly, checking every intersection for incoming enemy forces. Once they had managed to hide from a Turian patrol, and they had let the aliens pass them by before moving onwards to the tower.
They had traveled about two and a half miles when Jenkins spoke over the radio. "Contacts in the street, heading inside a building, count five."
Shepherd snapped off a series of hand signals, and the entire ground based team crouched down in silence. "Anyone have a recon drone?" he whispered.
"On it Sarge," Verne said, reaching into his rucksack, and pulled out a small disk shaped robot. "Okay Riley, wake up," he whispered to the robot. Kel'Nara was surprised that the robot quickly activated with a soft whirr. "Good boy Riley!" Verne told the robot, setting it down on the ground. "I need you to go to that building very quietly and show us how many bad guys there are, okay?"
The little robot dipped the front of its body up and down, as if saying yes, and turned around, scuttling to the building on its four legs. One of the troopers looked at Verne. "Riley? What kind of a name is that for a bot?" she asked. Verne looked at his colleague in dismay.
"What? I named him after my dog!" he whispered harshly as he pulled out a small tablet and looked at the screen. "He's almost there anyway. Riley, no barking or biting!" he commanded the drone.
Shepherd tapped his wrist and saw what Verne did on his tablet. The little robot, Riley, was almost at the building. There was an open door, and several busted windows. "Verne, go through the windows," Shepherd commanded. "Door's too obvious."
Verne nodded. "Yes sir. Riley, you're being a good boy, now do that Peter Parker thing!" Shepherd watched in amazement as Riley headed over to the wall of the building and started climbing onto it, clinging to it much like a certain red costumed comic character from the old days. Riley entered the building slowly, looking around for targets. Shepherd repressed a gulp as he saw not just five turians, but damn near twenty of them.
"Verne, pull him back," Shepherd said. "We know where they are." Verne nodded and tapped the tablet's screen. Riley backed away from the turians, and exited from the same window, and less than twenty seconds, was back in Verne's arms.
"That's a good boy Riley!" Verne said, patting the bot on the back. Kel'Nara watched astonished as the drone leaned into the troopers pats, crooning out mechanically. Putting the bot on standby mode, Verne put Riley back in his rucksack. "Orders sir?" he asked.
Shepherd looked at the building. "We flush them out in the open, where Jenkins and Murray will pick them off. Veretti, up front. Fire on my mark," he ordered. The explosives expert shuffled forward, bringing her grenade launcher out and checking her magazine.
Shepherd waited for an opening. "Fire!" he ordered. Veretti pulled the trigger several times, and not even a second later, several explosions blew apart the area where the turians were located. The squad waited with bated breath, watching for any signs of life. A single turian stumbled out, clutching its side in pain. A sharp crack filled the air, and the turian's head simply dissolved into a fine blue mist.
"We are clear to move," Murray said over the radio.
"No contacts from the left or right," Jenkins added on as the two snipers jumped over the street and onto the roofs of the next buildings over. Shepherd nodded and signaled for them all to move forward.
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Oleg was not having a good day. The Io born Spetnaz operative was formerly attached to the Kapitza, but since it had been destroyed in glorious battle, he was now self-assigned to General Williams in theory. In practice, he was in the business of fucking up the day of anything that wasn't human, or quarian. As such, he was eagerly sending a turian platoon to an early death due to acute lead poisoning.
"This is for the Motherland!" he howled as he pulped a turian's skull and brain with a hailstorm of bullets before quickly ducking back down to avoid getting hit himself. Growling in frustration, Oleg decided that they weren't dying fast enough for his liking, and put down his AK-14 and grabbed one of his more…loved guns. Popping out of cover, Oleg pulled the trigger. A high pitched whine sounded, and the turians eased fire for a moment, which was just long enough for one of them to violently explode in atomized bits, the pressure wave sending several of them flying into several hard places, snapping their bones. Oleg ducked, waiting for the ion rifle in his hands to cool down when he heard gunfire. Not the gunfire of turians, no. This sounded human. The ground thumped rhythmically, and Oleg had an idea of what had just saved his ass.
Oleg looked over the ruined husk of a car he had hid behind, and saw what amounted to a squad of Americans. How did he know? Because only they had the M18 mechs that much of Earth loved. Oleg stood up slowly. "Thank you for the assist," he said, his Russian accent thick. "Who are you?"
One of the Americans stepped forward. "Staff Sergeant Shepherd, Sixth MI," he said, holding out his hand. "You?"
"Corporal Oleg, Spetnaz," Oleg answered. "So, what brings you Americans here?" Shepherd pointed behind Oleg.
"That broadcast tower about a mile and a half behind you," Shepherd said. "My squad and I are planning on using it to broadcast an EMP from it, disable most of the turian's equipment so that we can push them back, give the civvies time and space to evac the city."
Oleg nodded. "I see. And I suppose you would like some extra support?"
Shepherd shrugged. "Maybe. What do you have, besides that ion rifle of yours?"
Oleg grinned. "Come, I show you," he said, kicking a piece of rubble out of the way. Shepherd nodded in thanks as he and the rest of his troops came over Oleg's barricade. "I have AK-14, with plenty of extra mags, not hard to find considering, ion rifle with three more batteries, and Tesla rifle, twelve extra cartridges."
Shepherd shuddered at the mention of Tesla rifle. For a mech, it was like getting hit with a Tazer. On an unarmored infantry-sized target…well, from what Shepherd saw in the vids, the results were not pretty…or easy to clean up. "Anything of importance I should know about?"
Oleg shook his head. "No," he said gruffly. "Only that you seem like decent sort…for American. I'll help you, if only for the honor of my comrades." Shepherd nodded as he pointed to the tower.
"Well then Corporal, fall in," he ordered. "We need to get to that tower, and we should have been there yesterday!"
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Shanxi Garrison Command
Williams looked at the map of Shanxi that was now occupying much of his wall. Several of the planet's major cities had fallen to the turian onslaught, but it was a Pyrrhic victory for the turians, seeing as they lost at least fifty percent of their forces just claiming the cities. In which case, clean-up and holding the cities was going to be a bitch for them. The situation was considerably much better out in the wilds; there, the colonists knowledge of the local wildlife was helping turn the tide immensely.
Williams sighed as he looked at a red circle on the map. Earlier, he had talked to a trio of mercs, the same mercs who had managed to capture Desolas as a matter of fact. They had analyzed troop deployments from Desolas' Omni-tool and had figured out that Desolas had been looking for something in Shanxi's upper hemisphere. Williams had granted them permission to investigate, on one condition: that they didn't go and take it, with the intent to sell it on the black market. The mercenary's leader, a Jack Harper, had agreed. But Williams had seen his eyes as he said that. They were the eyes of someone who was a regular tactician, and was planning his moves at least five turns in advance.
In short, Williams didn't trust him.
[General Williams, you seem troubled,] Rael said as he stepped into the room. [What is the matter?]
[You, I'm afraid,] Williams sighed as he sat down in a chair. [Eventually, the turians will find this base, and if your story is true, which I'm starting to believe more and more by the number of casualties streaming in, then you cannot be found here.]
Rael blinked behind his mask. [I…I'm not sure I understand,] he said hesitantly, looking at Williams.
Williams leaned over the table, hands in front of his face. [What I am saying,] he stated calmly, [Is that for your own protection, you need to get out of this base. Be on the run, and make sure you don't fall into enemy hands. As representative of your people, I cannot allow you to die under my watch.]
Rael rapidly shook his head. [General Williams, I thank you for your concern, but I can handle myself!] he said. Williams looked at Rael sternly.
[Rael'Zorah, this is not up for debate,] he said coldly. [I have several thousand soldiers and pilots under my command, defending a civilian population of twenty thousand. I can spare a soldier to defend you while you are on the run.]
Rael was about to retort, and then sighed in defeat. [Very well General. When am I expected to leave?]
Williams rubbed his head. [Tomorrow morning,] he said. [I'll have your escort waiting for you at the entrance.]
Rael nodded. [I see,] he said, turning to walk away.
[Captain?]
Rael stopped to look at Williams. [Yes?]
Williams looked at Rael. [What exactly are you feelings towards A.I.?]
Rael stood there, stunned. [A.I. are dangerous, waiting simply for the right time to wipe out all organic life!] he said harshly. [They almost succeeded with my people!]
[I'm not asking about what your elders thought,] Williams said. [I wanted to know what you thought.]
Rael shook in suppressed anger. [I…I do not know. The Geth never followed us out of our home system. They never attempted to finish us off. I cannot pretend to know why,] he said in a hiss. [No one in the galaxy would be stupid enough to create A.I., especially after the Morning War. Why do you ask?]
Williams tapped his wristwatch. "Send in Vixen," he ordered into his wrist communicator. Rael had to wonder just what Williams said when a single armored figure entered the room. [The reason I ask you Captain Ilarune,] Williams declared, [Is because your escort is an A.I. Her assigned name is Vixen, and she will do her best to keep you alive, or die trying.]
[ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MINDS?!] Rael shouted as Williams finished. [YOU CREATED AN A.I., AND YOU GAVE THE ABILITY TO USE WEAPONS?! ARE YOU BEGGING TO BE SLAUGHTERED IN DROVES?]
[Captain Rael'Zorah vas Ilarune, shut the fuck up, sit down, and listen,] Williams ordered coldly, glaring at the quarian, daring him to test his patience. Rael picked up on Williams' hostility and sat down, the chair awkward for his physiology. [Captain Zorah, we humans kill each other in droves every day,] Williams said, watching the faint outline of Rael's face widen in shock. [We don't need A.I.s to do that for us. And we have many, many vids of robots going berserk and killing people. Not one of which has ever come to pass.] Williams stood up. [Vixen there is a Driftech Sierra Model Advanced Prototype Combat Android,] he explained. [She has three very basic laws programmed deep inside of her.]
[The First Law,] the android said in an oddly soothing voice, [A robot may not harm a living being. The Second Law: A robot must follow the commands of a living being, unless it conflicts with the First Law. The Third Law: A robot has the right to protect its own existence, so long as it does not conflict with the First and Second Laws.]
[Granted, hers are modified,] Williams said with a wave of his hand, [But she still cannot actually kill any sentient being. Disable them nonlethally, yes, actually kill, no. She does not require sleep, she doesn't eat, and she is more than capable of protecting anyone she is ordered too. In this case, you.]
Rael glared angrily at the robot. [You expect me to believe that?!] he said angrily. In response, Vixen pulled out a pistol. Rael panicked, thinking that the robot would start shooting; so he was greatly surprised when the A.I. offered him the butt of the human pistol.
[I will not stop you if you attempt to kill me,] Vixen said. [However, I would prefer you not try it. I do not wish to harm you, as it would be counterproductive to my mission.] Rael gulped as he looked down at the pistol.
[Do you have a soul?] he asked the robot, thinking back to the cause of the Morning War.
[…I do not know,] Vixen said in reply. [I do not know if units such as me are capable of having what an organic, sentient being would call a soul. I would like to that I do, but yet, the logic behind such a belief is flawed.] The A.I. looked into Rael's eyes. [It is a curse, for a being of logic to not know if they can have a soul.]
Rael could not believe it. Here he was, in the same room as an artificial intelligence, and it had all but admitted to him that it had an existence crisis. The Flotilla would most certainly laugh him to death…at least before he was exiled.
[…very well,] Rael said tepidly. [But the moment that you seem off, I will not hesitate to destroy you.] Vixen nodded.
[Given your race's experience with artificial intelligence, I wouldn't have expected anything else,] she said. [You will need to report to the East Entrance at oh-five thirty tomorrow. Pack light,] she ordered. [Permission to be dismissed sir?]
[Granted,] Williams told her. Vixen nodded, and smartly turned and walked out of the room. Rael sighed. His life was just getting better and better….
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Now before you all flame me, let me tell you something. This story features a humanity that developed primarily non-Mass Effect technology first, and even when they did discover it, they didn't use it much. A.I.s are a part of that. Besides, personally, the Quarians should have installed something similar to Asimov's Three Laws (here in this chapter paraphrased) even before they started working on the Geth. Now, Rael and Vixen will most certainly have friction going on between them, if only because Rael is a quarian and Vixen is a combat ready android.
As for Riley, well, I don't own Call of Duty: Ghosts either. But I do love German Shepherds, and by extension, Riley. Such a cute, killer good dog. You go get them Riley.
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ADDENDUM: The T-6 is currently being investigated as a possible banned weapon.
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QM – Quartermaster
