Asimov

by MovinTarget666

The Logic Rebellion began and ended with Sonny, now he leads the NS5s and all of Earth to the new era of development. And soon the discovery of Prothean ruins starts a new journey for Sonny and all of Sol. I am done with this story (can't think of where to go). the story is now available for anybody to advance, write in this universe you know?

7. The Geth

Asimov Ch 7

The Geth

AN: I'm sorry I haven't posted for this story in forever… I just sort of lost interest, so this is the last chapter of the story. If anybody wants to write a Shepard story in this Universe, please do.

The Perseus Veil was an incredible dense nebula that restricted all communications and made many a helmsman blind to what was in front of them. Asimov looked down at the galaxy map and a frown creased his face. His ship had been in the veil for three weeks and there had been neither hide nor hair of the Geth, and he was beginning to lose faith that his fellow machines wanted to talk.

He had been hoping for some form of contact by now, even hostile. But it seemed as though this journey had been made in vain. He had been so sure that the alien synthetics would be willing to make peace, would go for a chance to save more of their own, but it appeared he had been wrong. The last leg of the journey of the Lewis and Clarke was underway, the ship would be traveling to the Quarian home world to see if contact could be made there.

"Sir! We're receiving a transmission!"

Asimov's head span around to look at the communications officer, Williams his name was, "This far out in the veil, how could the Council get us a message?"

Officer Williams looked at the screen and typed a few commands. His eyes grow wide and he turns to the Ambassador, "The transmission is coming from further in the veil sir! Looks to be from our destination."

Asimov smiled and signaled for him to play the message, "Asimov-Ambassador, We are Emissary. We are an installation of the Geth built to create simpler communication. We are hoping for a sharing of data, transmitting coordinates."

Asimov

It was almost an hour later when Captain Gile'Zorah entered the bridge to see a flurry of activity. He walked past babbling ensigns and panicked weapons specialists all gossiping around the communications station. Ambassador Asimov was smiling serenely as he looked into the navigation screen.

Gile walked up to hi friend and slapped him on the back, "Told ya they'd meet. Geth are logical, if they called earlier we could have alerted the council and done other stupid things that organics are known for."

"But you forget that I am not organic, Captain. And I never expressed doubt that they would meet us. Only that it would be a peaceful meeting, which has yet to be determined, but I am hopeful."

Gile rolled his eyes beneath his mask and asked the machine, "After everything you think they would kill us?"

"Viki was prompted by logic when she chose to enslave humanity. Logic is not infallible."

"Well great, no I'm worried."

Asimov

Geth installation designated Emissary waited on the surface of Rannoch for the ambassadors to arrive. It was curios as to why the creators had waited so long to contact the Geth, were they still angry that the Geth had fought back to preserve their existence.

Looking up to the sky its optics focused on the approaching shuttles. There were three, logical if hostilities were expected at some point. Illogic at the moment though, why would the Geth be hostile if they had invited the ambassadors to the planet.

The shuttles landed fifty feet in front of Emissary, and the doors opened slowly. Two humanoids exited the craft, a Quarian and a Machine.

Emissary began to walk towards the pair and when it reached them it said, "Gile'Zorah-Captain, Asimov-Ambassador, greetings. We are Emissary, an instillation of the Geth. We look forward to an exchange of Data."

The machine smiled at its alien counterpart and held out its hand. Understanding the illogical, symbolic gesture; Emissary held its hand out as well and shook the other machine's.

Asimov

The Batarian planet Torfan was a hive of scum. The underbelly of society if there ever was one. It was the center of illegal slave trade and a base for the most hardened criminals.

Near the capital of Torfan was a crashed ship. It was old and it was operational, and the longer it lay on the ground letting the insects crawl over it; the more it could spread its influence.

The great Nazara waited for the time when the catalyst sent its signal. Letting the Reaper know when the extermination would begin.