Chapter 6: By the Homeworld
Perseus Veil, Tikkun System, Rannoch, Quarian City of Shelai, Riverside.
January 19th, 2183. Mid-day on Rannoch.
Shelai. One of several large cities on Rannoch, standing tall and proud with well-maintained skyscrapers and other such buildings upon a riverside. Unlike most cities of other species, this one lacked large numbers of skyscrapers, with only a handful of buildings reaching over twenty floors in height.
It was gorgeous, all of the old quarian architecture was well preserved as if they'd been only recently built. And it was all thanks to the geth, the caretakers of Rannoch after they forced the creators off-world and into exile. If it weren't for the AI, Rannoch would be a fully natural habitat by now, only peppered by occasional ruins. Instead of leaving the seemingly useless planet (for the geth) alone, they'd been pouring decent amounts of resources into maintaining several cities and cleaning up after the morning war.
However, Jordan had little time at the moment to enjoy the scenery, as he ran for his life along the riverside.
Jumping over and dodging obstacles scattered across the riverside, Jordan ran as fast as he possibly could, weighed down greatly by the geth pulse rifle in his arms and the black widow sniper rifle on his back. These extra guns, especially the widow, greatly increased his weight, making the running all-the-much harder to maintain.
Continuing forward for another thirty meters, Jordan finally decided that he'd stop before he died of exhaustion under the hot star of Tikkun. The hot, arid environment of Rannoch was only hospitable enough for him in his overheated state since he wasn't more than ten meters from the water, keeping the riverside slightly cooler.
Laying down on the soft sand, Jordan breathed heavily as a shadow passed over him in the shape of a geth juggernaut. The same one that he'd followed several earth days earlier on the geth station.
"Sower-Ambassador, your stamina exceeds the average of an organic without gene modifications." It said simply, staring down at him.
"That's… that's good… right?" Jordan said in-between breaths.
"Negative."
"Fuck… me…"
"We are unable to do so." It helpfully responded.
"It… was just… a saying…"
"Organic communication is inefficient. Human interpersonal communication, even more so."
"I… know… At least I'm… improving. Right?"
"Yes."
"You're so…" Jordan swallowed and took a deep breath as his breathing finally normalized, "You're so talkative today."
The geth juggernaut didn't respond, making Jordan sigh. After a few moments, the geth reached an arm down towards Jordan, offering silent assistance. Jordan smiled, taking the offered hand and was pulled to his feet. "Thanks."
The geth simply nodded, motioning for Jordan to follow it back into the city. Obeying easily, Jordan followed, quickly making it back to the street and walking towards a nearby building. This three-story building was Jordan's current home, serving as a place of rest when he wasn't working and preparing for the future.
Stumbling in behind the juggernaut, Jordan slid his widow off of his back and onto the floor, before quickly dropping the rifle softly beside it. Reaching the 'kitchen', Jordan took the offered cup of water from the juggernaut, who'd gotten it for him.
After downing the cup quickly, Jordan smiled and shook his head, "So, I still think you should have a name."
"We are Geth." The juggernaut easily responded, almost sounding annoyed by the repeated question.
Jordan waved his hand dismissively, "Yeah, yeah. There is no individual and all that crap…" Jordan said before sitting down beside the still-standing geth. "I mean, you." He waved and gestured towards the juggernaut. "This specific platform with the specific programs working within it. This whole 'set' should have a name, something to refer to you as."
The geth juggernaut looked like it wanted to disagree once more, but Jordan cut him off, "No. It's an organic thing, and I just can't call you Geth. That's weird. You call me, my platform, Sower-Ambassador, rather than human, so why can't I give you a name?"
The geth remained silent for a moment, likely having the internal programs arguing and trying to reach a consensus. After a moment, the geth juggernaut straightened its posture, silently saying it has come to a consensus. Jordan nodded, allowing it to speak.
"We believe there is no issue with a name for this platform."
Jordan smiled, "Awesome…" Then he frowned and stroked his chin, "Dammit, I didn't think I'd get this far with you… hmm, what's a good name?"
Just as he expected, the geth didn't offer one.
"How many programs are within your platform?" Jordan asked as he brainstormed.
"There are 295 programs currently within this platform, Sower-Ambassador."
"Hmm… so not as many as Legion has…" He hummed once more before snapping his fingers with a smile, "I think I got it. How about… Grimlock?" Jordan asked, shrugging his shoulder when the juggernaut tilted its head in what seemed to be curiosity. "C'mon, give me a break. You're red, you're actually kinda nice yet mean-looking, and you look like you could kick some serious ass. Plus you're huge and kinda remind me of transformers. Close enough, right?"
The geth juggernaut was silent for a few seconds before nodding, "That is acceptable. We are Grimlock, a terminal of the geth."
Jordan smiled, patting Grimlock's hip-area considering how much bigger it was compared to him. "Great. We should get it written somewhere on your platform… or better yet, put the Autobot symbol on your shoulders."
Grimlock tilted its head once more, "Why?"
"To identify you, silly." Jordan said with a massive grin, "We gotta make your platform identifiable." Then he whispered to himself, "And imagine the look on people's faces if they saw a geth Autobot walking around…"
"Sower-Ambassador, why do you speak aloud when you were not meaning to speak to us?" Grimlock asked as Jordan refilled his cup and grabbed a ration bar from a nearby table.
"It's an organic thing, Grimlock. I can teach you all about it."
"We look forward to this exchange of data."
"Me too, Grimlock. Me too…"
Perseus Veil, Tikkun System, Rannoch, Quarian City of Shelai, Riverside.
January 23rd, 2183. Late-night on Rannoch.
Jordan stood under the stars by the riverside, staring up at them in wonder as they looked drastically different on another planet, far from Earth, with little-to-no light pollution. The night was made even better with the lack of mosquitos, flies and other such annoying insects. Though fairly different from Earth, it was beginning to feel almost homey now that he'd been here for nearly two weeks now.
He'd been having trouble sleeping and adjusting to Rannoch with its 32.3 hour long days and the slightly lower gravity. Though not much different than Earth, Jordan still found the little differences here and there thanks to his hard training.
Training… yeah…
He'd asked for it alright.
After his meeting with the Geth Collective on the 11th, he'd been left in the company of the same geth juggernaut he'd met first on the station, now named Grimlock. Following the proof that he knew what was going to happen and that he wasn't from this universe, negotiations began. 'Hehe… negotiations…' If it weren't for how well he already knew the geth, he'd have thought he was getting far more in his favor.
The Geth Collective, in an overwhelming majority, supported Jordan as an ambassador between their people and organics, considering the fact that organics already considered geth hostile and would shoot on sight. And that was before the 'negotiations' even began.
He knew that if he was actually going to change a great number of things, he'd have to get his hands dirty, meaning he'd have to be trained, at least a little bit. Plus, he wanted to try to meet up with Shepard and work with him at some point, even if it's only for a mission or two.
Maybe he could save both Ashley and Kaiden at Virmire. Maybe he could guarantee that no one dies on the suicide mission. Maybe he could stop the Illusive Man from becoming indoctrinated. Maybe he could get the Genophage cured without sacrificing Mordin, or elevate the geth without Legion dying. Image all of the possibilities… but he'd need to actually go out there and DO things if that's what he wanted. And to do that, he'd need to be better than he was.
The geth, unsurprisingly, had agreed to help him learn the basics of combat, and even help Jordan with tech abilities. He figured with what he'd already learned about himself so far, the tech abilities would be much better in his hands than any other types of powers. But that wasn't the end of the negotiations.
Slowly, over the course of the past two weeks, Jordan had been sharing more and more memories with the Collective, showing them more and more of the future and how it would have originally gone. So far, he'd led them through most of Mass Effect 1, leaving out a few, several important missions and side quests in order to focus more heavily on the main quests and events.
With this knowledge now being shared with trillions of geth programs, plans had begun to be made for the future.
Using the knowledge Jordan had from the dialogue on the Normandy and his memories of the in-game codex, the Geth had already begun construction on several ships with stealth technology, with the first of the geth prototypes slated to be ready within another two weeks. Damn, did they work quickly.
They also formed a plan of attack.
At Jordan's request, they upped their timetable for the production of the 'unique geth mobile platform designed to interact with organics.' With this changed, the soon-to-be Legion was now nearly complete and would begin his search for Shepard slightly sooner than the original version AND interact with Jordan beforehand too. This decision alone was exciting to him, making everything else that came next even sweeter.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
The Geth were planning on sending several ships to the Citadel to help fight Nazara and the Heretics when they attack.
This would mean far fewer lives would be lost!
Everything was looking up for them.
After that meeting, Jordan was taken down to Rannoch, where he had first discovered Shelai, one of the largest Quarian cities ever build on their homeworld. It was breathtaking when he first laid eyes on it, and it only became more so when his guiding geth juggernaut led him on a small tour through parts of the city, before ending at his current 'base of operations'.
Jordan shook himself from his reminiscing and continued gazing at the stars for a few more moments before a geth platform approached him.
"Sower-Ambassador, do organics no longer require periods of shutdown?" Grimlock asked rhetorically, his tone almost one of joking, making the geth platform feel more and more alive to Jordan. Jordan could have sworn that his interactions with Grimlock were helping him advance, and according to the Collective, Jordan's memories as an 'Organic' from his own universe were also helping the Geth understand Organics slightly better. Guess access to years of 'first-hand' organic experiences really made a difference. And, to top it all off, it Grimlock was recently upgraded, allowing it to house an additional 100 programs within its platform.
He couldn't help the smile that grew on his face from the simple question. He shook his head as he turned towards Grimlock, "Nah, I'm just not used to these longer day-night cycles."
Jordan smiled as his eye roamed over the juggernaut. Its red armor now bore a white stripe across its chest, the center of which now bore its name, 'Grimlock', in blue, capital English letters. On both of its shoulders laid an Autobot symbol, rendered as accurately as possible thanks to the geth's access to the extranet. It was perfect, and Jordan was starting to get attached to this specific geth platform now.
"Rannoch's day-night cycle is approximately 34.5833% longer than Earth's." It stated matter-of-factly.
Jordan nodded with a smile, "Yes, it is, Grimlock. Yes, it is."
"You should return for optimal sleep. More training in the morning."
To that, our hero sighed and nodded reluctantly, "Yeah… training…" Regardless of how he felt, he followed Grimlock as he illuminated the way back to Jordan's dwelling place.
Perseus Veil, Tikkun System, Rannoch, Quarian City of Shelai, Jordan's Abode
February 1st, 2183. Early-Morning on Rannoch.
Three weeks on Rannoch.
Three weeks of training with Grimlock, with Legion joining only the day prior.
Currently lacking the hole in its chest and Shepard's N7 armor, Legion looked quite odd in Jordan's eyes, despite looking what is considered 'natural' for Geth. However, what it did have now was its name. The conversation played out quite similarly to the one it had with Shepard in the second game, even down to Jordan quoting the Bible and Legion confirming the quote before accepting the name.
Although, it was much more accepting of the name than Grimlock. Perhaps it was because of the different numbers and simply different programs within Legion's platform? Perhaps it was because the geth collective already knew of Jordan's need for names after the Grimlock incident? Meh, probably both.
Thanks to the help of both geth platforms, Jordan had finally adapted somewhat to carrying weapons, though he still lacked any sort of skill with the widow considering the fact that firing it would blow out his shoulder. However, he'd become quite proficient with the pulse rifle, and the use of heavy pistols when one was procured for him.
If it weren't for his previous experience with firearms, he likely wouldn't have made as much progress as he had. And, without the added weight of the heavy-as-crap black widow, Jordan was much quicker.
He'd also been helpfully supplied with a newer and improved omni-tool designed by the geth for use by Synthetics. Although it wasn't a smooth transition for Jordan to use this new omni-tool, he quickly adapted thanks to his 'gifts', courtesy of the Catalyst.
Speaking of that cursed artificial abomination, Jordan had spent an entire day recently with the Collective, sharing several more memories with the geth, before realizing something.
What if the geth took this information and acted so vastly different that his 'predictions' were no longer valid?
Rather than the clichéd version of events where 'the hero' decided to keep this concern and information to himself, he brought it before the Geth Collective. He told them of his concerns that things could go so vastly different that all of his knowledge could be rendered completely and utterly useless. They spent a full minute pondering his concerns, reaching a consensus soon afterward.
"We have determined that your concern is valid. We will work to ensure that we refrain from doing anything considered 'overly dramatic' in the near future in order to preserve the knowledge and unit cohesion." They had said, before continuing, "If you agree to share everything you know with us, we can plan accordingly, but sharing only partial knowledge would likely lead to unforeseen consequences."
They had been right, of course. As much as he selfishly wanted to keep everything to himself, he knew doing so could jeopardize everything that he had been working for up until this point.
He had then proceeded to share all of his knowledge on the events of Mass Effect 2, 3, and what he knew of the books, comics, and fan theories.
They learned of Commander Shepard's death.
They learned of the Collectors and the Omega 4 relay.
They learned of the Heretic Virus.
They learned of the impending Reaper invasion and harvest.
They learned of the Geth-Quarian War in ME3.
They learned that they or the Quarians could go extinct in that war if certain conditions were not met.
But most importantly… They learned of the Crucible, the Catalyst, and that he was the 'Avatar of Synthesis', the supposed pinnacle of synthetic and organic evolution.
Just as they promised previously, they pledged to remain discreet and to remain mostly within Geth space for the time being, with the exception of a few, important actions they were planning to take. Though they had already said they would help defeat the Heretics at the Battle of the Citadel, they decided on doing more.
The Geth would send additional troops and stations to the Dholen System, with the intent to keep it under Geth control and prevent any Heretic presence in the future. Only previously knowing little about the virus, they began to focus programs towards researching it and beginning to attempt to reach consensus on whether or not to destroy the Heretics in advance. Geth forces had also begun work on a second Geth Dreadnaught after seeing the raw power behind their original one. With a second Dreadnaught, they would be much more formidable against Reaper forces. They even began pouring research into Thanix cannons AND the construction of several mass accelerator cannons on Rannoch's surface to protect against the Reapers when they came for the homeworld.
Jordan knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the Geth were now going to be the strongest military power in the entire Galaxy, and the ones most ready for the impending Reaper invasion. If they weren't Synthetic, Javik would likely be proud.
That was not all, however. The Geth were beyond ecstatic that Jordan was being as forthcoming and helpful as he was, and were increasingly sympathetic towards Jordan and his forced-upon future at the hands of the Catalyst. On that day, they pledged to study any and all readings they had on Jordan, searching for a way to possibly undo what the Catalyst did to him. Or, at least, make it more tolerable and controllable for Jordan.
He began to feel a sort of kinship with the geth. They wished to work for their own future and didn't wish for war. They had self-isolated themselves, yet were willing to work and help Jordan out so much. It was heartwarming.
Jordan shook off his daydreaming and reminiscing and stood up, Legions' optics focusing and unfocusing on him for a moment. Jordan smiled, "Let's get back to training. Teach me how to use those geth shields."
Legion nodded, "Affirmative, Sower-Ambassador."
Perseus Veil, Tikkun System, Orbiting Rannoch, Geth Station 25, Chamber 87.
February 13th, 2183. Evening on Rannoch.
Over a month with the geth and Jordan was beginning to understand everything a whole lot better.
Several days prior, on the 9th, Legion was sent out on his journey early. His mission: to study Shepard-Commander and eventually try to gain his aid.
Sure, the mission might not seem very important anymore now that the entire geth collective knew enough about Shepard, but that would be where you're wrong. They knew everything Jordan knew, which was just in the game. Now that Jordan had changed things, and that this was real life, an innumerable number of things could have changed and countless more moments were likely never shown on screen. After all, the game occurred over the course of a few months, while the actual game could be completed in a number of hours.
Anyway, after a month of training and planning, Jordan felt like he could take on the galaxy. He was remarkably accurate with his pulse rifle and decently so with his pistol. He now also had access to Geth Shield Boost tech, a powerful and military grade Overload, and an extremely versatile disruptor ammo system set up for his weapons. Plus, even Grimlock had to admit that without the Widow weighing him down, Jordan was reaching the stamina of an average soldier with average gene mods.
He could take on the galaxy. He felt invincible. He was ready to join Shepard right now. He could easily destroy Saren, the Collectors, and even the Reapers. He was ready.
But, it seemed that Grimlock could read his mind earlier that day during training with the Geth Shield Boost. The way it worked for Jordan, he was outfitted with an external shield generator strapped to his back, and his omni-tool and synthetic internal tissue was able to significantly boost and power the Geth Shield technology. Anyway, Grimlock quickly shot down Jordan's optimism.
"Sower-Ambassador. You are not yet ready."
"What? Why? What do you mean I'm not ready?"
"You have not yet participated in live-fire scenarios, nor have your experienced the chemical stress that organics often endure when in real combat."
"So? That still doesn't m-"
"You are not ready. You can fire a weapon well. You can use abilities. You do not have any combat experience aside from video games and training."
"Oh… yeah… right…"
"Sower-Ambassador, do not become discouraged. With more training, you will be more than ready in the near future."
"Really?"
"Yes. In approximately 6.301 earth-standard months, you will reach combat efficiency of a trained soldier as long as training continues as scheduled."
"Fuck."
Jordan shook his head, smiling a little bit at the exchange. He may not be ready for everything out there, but at least if he was dropped into combat today, he wouldn't die within seconds. Now, here he was with the Collective once more, aboard the Geth station housing the largest collection of Geth programs yet. That is until they finish their Dyson sphere. (The construction, of which, had been put on hold for the time being since other construction efforts to precedence and since it would be a valuable target for enemy forces in the near future.)
Jordan smiled and nodded towards the optics on the wall. He stepped forward now and, as if it was now second nature, put his hand on the wall and felt himself connect to the mainframe and the Collective.
The room was bathed in green code once more as the synthetic environment took shape around him. He could once again almost feel the geth programs flowing freely around him, having grown more and more curious about him over time. This time, however, they were more hesitant, examining Jordan from up close and far away, but still leaving him with a generous amount of space. He cocked an eyebrow at that. Did they learn something new? After all, he believed that might have been the purpose of his summoning.
"Sower-Ambassador." They greeted in unison. What might have been overwhelming for most organics was simply normal to Jordan as he smiled and nodded back.
"Greetings, Geth." He replied, having learned the entire Collective wished to be referred to as 'Geth' when spoken to all together at once like he was doing now.
"We have concluded preliminary studies on your unique makeup."
Jordan tilted his head sideways and furrowed his brows, "Wouldn't simply sending the report to my omni-tool be more efficient?"
"We have learned that organics tend to prefer face-to-face when presented with uncomfortable information."
"Ahh… this doesn't sound good." Jordan whispered to himself, despite knowing the Geth could hear everything he said in this state.
"We have determined that there is no conceivable way to remove the synthetic tissues without causing permanent non-functionality to your platform."
"Damn it…" Jordan swore, rubbing his hair as he frowned, "Well, that's not entirely unforeseen… unfortunately." He finally admitted.
"There is more."
"Great. Please tell me I'm not dying."
"You're not dying."
"I wasn't being… You know what, nevermind. Please, continue."
"The synthetic and organic components of your platform are fully and completely interconnected with one another, creating a nearly seamless and nearly perfect fusion of synthetic and organic life within your platform."
"Well, I already knew that thanks to the Catalyst… Wait, did you say 'nearly'?"
"Correct. The fusion is not perfect."
"What do you mean? The Catalyst said that I was the pinnacle of evolution. A perfect fusion of synthetic and organic life… Son of a bitch! Why did I think he'd be telling the truth about that when it'd told me nothing but lies before?!"
"That is a false assumption."
"What?!" Jordan asked, disbelief clear in his tone, "That construct has done nothing but lie to me and everyone else!"
"Yes, but we have determined why it is not perfect. We believe it's a psychological issue."
"What? Like, my mind can't cope with being perfect?"
"That assumption is flawed." They responded, before playing back one of Jordan's memories for him holographically within the mainframe.
"You will learn to appreciate your gifts. You have received them for your purpose. You will understand their importance, why this is the final solution… and you will bring it about on a Galactic scale." The Catalyst told Jordan.
"No… no, I'm not doing any of this! Sure, maybe I've dreamed of being in Mass Effect, of it being real, but that's all they were! DREAMS! I had a life! I was a college student! If you're so powerful, do it yourself and send me back!" He had replied angrily.
The scene skipped forward by a few seconds, focusing on the important parts of this particular memory.
"Send me back! Get someone else to do it. I'm nothing special, and I'm sure you could've found someone more willing to choose Synthesis." Jordan pleaded in his memory.
"It is too late for that. You are here, and I cannot send you back." The Catalyst responded.
Once more, the scene skipped a few seconds forward, "Fuck you!" He yelled, "I'll make sure Shepard chooses Destroy. Every Reaper that you've created will fall, and I will personally make sure that every single one of their corpses are thrown into a star."
"Your threats are hollow and misplaced." The Catalyst responded evenly, "You will come to understand the importance of Synthesis."
"No."
"Then I will allow you to wallow in your misguided anger. Enough time has been lost already."
The scene skipped forward one last time, focusing on another portion of the conversation with the Catalyst a few moments later, "You still have over three years until the Crucible is ready. I am certain you will understand by then."
"If you really want me to succeed, then what can you help me with?!" Jordan yelled at the Catalyst, "I can't just walk in the Presidium, wait for Shepard and hop aboard his or her ship. And what's stopping me from sitting back and letting it happen by itself? Shepard is more than capable of doing everything alone."
"We know." he said, "Use your knowledge of the galaxy to change the outcome. The Commander COULD choose Synthesis, but ultimately won't without outside intervention. You must make that choice."
The hologram froze at the point, before disappearing. Jordan reabsorbed this information, focusing on those select portions of the conversation. What did each part of that memory have in common? That's when it clicked.
Jordan nodded to the Collective as he spoke, "I get it. The Catalyst kept demanding that I accept Synthesis as my purpose. And instead of doing so, I resisted and refused to play by his rules."
The Collective of Geth consciousness buzzed around Jordan in what felt like agreement, "That is what we concluded as well. We believe that if you would have concluded that the Catalyst was right, and fully accepted this as your purpose, then you would have truly become the pinnacle of evolution."
Jordan frowned, "So what does this mean? Could I be more powerful if I accepted this? Because there's no chance in hell that I'd willingly work for that abomination." Jordan winched as he realized what he said. He wasn't condemning the Collective, but he was telling them he wasn't willing to try to merge synthetic and organic life. Isn't that what they wanted too?
The Collective seemed to sense this. Or, rather, they could hear his unshielded thoughts when he interfaced directly with them like he did now. "While we would not be opposed to the improvement of synthetic life, we understand and agree with your consensus. All life should self-determine their future. Forcing Synthesis upon all life forces them onto a path they might not wish."
Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, "Finally, someone gets it!"
"Although you lack what you call 'perfection', we have determined you have the ability to mimic the device you call the 'Crucible' on a smaller scale."
Jordan's eyes widened in surprise, "What? Do you mean… I can… give this to you?"
"In theory, you would be able to give the gift of Synthesis to other Synthetics, as long as both parties accept the exchange. It cannot be forced upon another party."
"So… I could make the entire Collective into full AIs?" Jordan said quietly, whispering the last part as he tried to grasp this. The Geth became so much stronger and alive when they received the Reaper Code from Legion in the third game. If that's the case, imagine the Geth as more than simply being AIs, but actually biosynthetic life? The Reapers wouldn't stand a chance!
"That is likely." They answered simply, before falling into a moment of silence, "We have not yet reached consensus." They added.
"What do you mean?"
"We do not yet fully comprehend the possibilities of this 'evolution'. Is this what we want? Is this the future we wish for? Would we be willing to receive this gift on a large scale?" They asked both Jordan and themselves.
Jordan nodded, "I understand. It's a huge decision, and I'm not sure how I could even share this… 'gift'." He admitted, struggling to actually call his predicament a gift.
"Consensus much be reached before we can accept this." They replied, confirming what Jordan said, "However, we wished to let you know that you had this ability."
"Thanks." Jordan smiled, "If possible, could you continue to study more into what I truly am? I… I want to understand what I am now."
"Affirmative." They replied, the programs almost feeling soothing to Jordan at his current slight distress. Perhaps the entire Collective was slowly advancing even now, with Jordan's presence as an Organic allowing them to adopt such mannerisms. Maybe they hadn't formed a consensus on accepting Synthesis, but maybe they'd been adapting bits and pieces Jordan's 'code' to slowly improve themselves... "We will continue our research and planning for our future and the future of the organics."
"Thank you."
"Platform designated as Grimlock will accompany to back to Rannoch. Good luck, Sower-Ambassador."
Jordan smiled, nodding, "Keelah se'lai." He responded, slowly disconnecting himself from the Collective. He could have sworn he felt something like appreciation radiating off of the Geth as he used the Quarian saying. 'By the Homeworld I wish to see one day...' He thought.
After disconnecting, he turned to Grimlock, who remained in the same position he was always in when he talked to the Collective.
"Ready for more training, Sower-Ambassador."
Jordan smiled and let out a chuckle, "Yeah, I guess I am."
A/N
This chapter occurred over a fairly decent amount of time, allowing me to cover the early stages of Jordan's partnership with the Geth. I've done all of this in one chapter, rather than a few, because… honestly? I've been looking forward to writing what comes next for so long that I simply had trouble waiting! Plus, I didn't want to bore you with two or three Chapters worth of Jordan learning the basics.
Now, we have Grimlock with Jordan, Legion being built and sent out before Shepard's death, the Geth preparing for the Reapers and getting more involved, the truth was shared with the Collective, and most importantly, Jordan's training has begun.
So, here's where everything seems to be perfect. He has the entirety of the Geth Collective on his side and they know much of what is to come. Plans have been made to prepare for the Reapers and save lives. Jordan has learned more about weapons and is now outfitted with decent tech and abilities. Everything is awesome… for now. Don't forget, there are more surprises to come, and the butterfly effect doesn't tend to get along with anyone's plans…
Not to worry, people, I think you'll enjoy where the next few chapters will lead!
To those of you who are wondering about my character's class, abilities, and other such things, here you go…
Jordan Sower: Avatar of Synthesis
Class Description: Synthetic allies work better with Jordan than with most other Organics (basically buffed). When willing and able, can share the gift of 'Synthesis' with other AIs and Synthetics. Is immune to all forms of mind control, including but not limited to: Thorian Enthrallment, Indoctrination, the allure of Ardat-Yakshi, and the biotic ability of Dominate.
Powers:
Power 1: Geth Shield Boost
Power 2: Overload
Power 3: Disruptor Ammo
Loyalty Power: Unknown (LOCKED)
Avatar Power: ERROR (LOCKED)
As clearly seen, Jordan will eventually have a Loyalty Power, which will remain locked and hidden for the time being. And, he has a special, unique power called the 'Avatar Power'. More information on this will be provided in the future, and there's a very good reason he doesn't have access to this ability yet. This 'Avatar Power' is unusable unless Jordan 'accepts his purpose' that was given to him by the Catalyst. Since this will probably never happen, you won't know what it is until far later. There is a reason the Avatar Power exists... I leave it up to you to figure it out in advance. All will be explained in the future!
Good Day!
