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With the exception of OCs.
Short Chapter is rated R for references, and B for potential Boring Dialogue/needed exposition. Apologies in advance for that...
Please Enjoy~
"Shuttle to Tuchanka is now parting. Shuttle to Tuchanka is now parting."
Wrex silently watched as the shuttle's autopilot closed the doors and felt it departing.
He lays back in his chair and glanced about. He was alone in the shuttle ride back to his homeworld. Not that he minded, few non-Krogan have the quad to dare step on Tuchanka. Let alone sit next to a Krogan with a giant sword.
The Krogan huffs silently as he stared at his blade, propped next to him and sitting securely.
Though meant for a mech, it was well balanced, the blade just the right length, on its own it can help bring a lot of power to a fight. Add the elemental matrix, he got from a new shop on the citadel, with his biotics...creates a lot of fun.
Costs SP to use any element though, even though they're not listed as Skills. It's the limitation coming from his weapon. At least that's what the Clerk of that shop told him when adding the Elemental matrix.
The device requires his SP to generate a element that has been added into it. But it could only do those elements before it reaches full capacity.
He could only do two elements so far, fire and ice. Since he only got a basic and technically outdated version, due to humans not wanting their 'advance' tech getting into Council hands. The shop owner said if he wanted an upgrade or an updated model, he'd have to go human controlled territories.
Which haven't been allowed yet...
With fire he can sweep or strike an area then cover it in flames, while somehow becoming resistant to being burned by his own flames. Useful for enemies weak against it and helps prevent them from grabbing him. As he can temporarily cover himself in flames.
With ice he's able to shoot small shards of icicles or freeze enemies, like the Omni-tool app of Cryo, while using his bitoics to get in close. Like with fire, he becomes more resistant to his own ice attacks. Plus he can extend his blade's reach by covering it with ice, increasing his attack range and elemental damage.
Plus like fire, he looks badass when slashing or stabbing an enemy with small spikes of ice protruding from his arms. Doesn't even get in the way when he swings.
That human, Takamura or Yui as she insisted on being called, was rather thankful to him. Two months ago, after all that crap went down in the Citadel, he met up with her again. He had originally meant to give back the blade to her, but she insisted for him to keep it.
Telling him it was a thank you for saving her life and fighting with them to help save the Citadel. Her only request was that he took care of the blade, as it was a treasured weapon of hers. Causing him to huff and accept the blade, then parted ways with the human.
After exchanging basic contact info...the usual way to contact him, should she need business from him.
The Krogan narrowed his eyes then looked at his hand. For a brief few seconds, it shook...
Plutia, the CPU or so called goddess candidate of Planeptune, yet doesn't look as such...at first...
When he first met her, he didn't think much, yet something felt off about her. His centuries worth of experience and instincts told him to watch her carefully...
His instincts were right, when he actually saw her fight, it was something else. Size of a damn Pyjak yet is faster and stronger than twenty Krogan Battlemasters combined. Plus those weird dolls of she has can grow to large sizes and beat the crap out of anything.
He remembers one snapping the neck of one of those dragons, before it shatter into shards of light.
So of course, he enjoyed fighting along side her, it gave the battlefield a whole different flavor. A new experience...even more so when he accepted to become a Guild Agent. Those monster do bring a lot of fun and a new source of income.
Then he ended up talking with her about his people...and it all went to shit.
Wrex stared at his open hand then closed it into a fist as he remembers his recent time with the CPU. Specifically when she transformed...it's all fuzzy, he could only remember the initial fight, then what happened after.
Over a week ago, just over a simple week, right after talking with her about his people...he felt somethings he hadn't truly felt for a long time.
Fear being the first, when he saw that forms of hers. There was energy and feeling she gave off, that made Every instinct in his body scream at him to run. Yet he couldn't, he just knew he couldn't get away even if he tried...
She had laughed at him as she drew her weapon, a kind of sword-whip, forcing him to fight. Barely reacted fast enough to block the first strike...
The Krogan's fist shook as he remembered his attacks did nothing to her not even a simple scratch.
He kept shooting his guns till he ran out of thermal clips or being destroyed by her blade. Using his biotics to keep his distance. Knowing he wouldn't last in a close quarter fight. Combining with his sword, he mainly used both fire and ice to attack from a distance. Then biotically charged when he saw an opening, but was always blocked then forced back.
She did nothing but just hover there, not even moving from her spot as she used the sword-whip. Slashing at him when he was close or grabbing then throwing him around the area. Smashing into walls or the floors, or even a windows a few times.
Draining away at his health, making him bleed yet never going for a kill shot.
She was screwing with him the entire time, all with that smile and giggles. Even licking her lips once as she taunted him to keep fighting.
Rabidly losing Health and SP, he remembers coming into the effects of Blood Rage. Somehow boosting his defense and attack in the process, as he roared before going in for final strike. Using all he had left, forming a blade of ice larger than himself with the last of his SP, before slashing at her.
Everything was fuzzy after that, only bits and pieces, the ice covering the blade shattering then tossed aside.
Being wrapped around by the sword-whip, severe pain despite being in Blood Rage.
Plutia had...was talking to him...yet he can't remember the specific words, then nothing.
He woke up some time later, in some infirmary within the nearby Guild all healed up, with Plutia, in her human form sitting near him. Instead of feeling any anger or reaction to defend himself, he felt...different, weirdly rested.
Must've used that magic crap on him...
The Candidate had smiled and told him it was fun 'playing' with him, then said she'll be waiting. When asked what she meant by that, she looked confused and asked if he remembered their promise.
"...Going to Tuchanka, unite the clans, save my people." The krogan repeated the words he had said before grunting. "All before their War:Games.."
Six months, she gave him six months to go to Tuchanka and somehow unite all or at least a majority of the clans. Then prep for her arrival for some kind of offer...in six fucking months!
Might as well had him attempt to kill Kalros, the Mother of all Thresher Maws! That'd be a lot more easier and fun!
Yet...he felt optimistic and hopeful about his odds...making him wonder if he finally snapped after all these centuries.
Then again...
"Pro-Tego, arms." Wrex spoke in a commanding tone as he felt his SP drain a good chunk.
In seconds, scale like armor appears over his fist, covering it completely. Moving his fingers then flexing his hand, the armor moves with the limb, not hindering any movement and felt as if it wasn't there at all.
'Pro-Tego'
This was a new skill he recently picked up, just after his 'fight' with Plutia, covers any or all of his body in near 'indestructible' armor as it goes in its description. But all it does is give him a good boost in health and defense, useful. Though it continuously drains his SP rabidly, loss depending on how much is covering him, forcing him limit its use with skill based attacks.
Like his elemental ones, Biotics he can still do freely, as they don't cost SP but suffer a 'cool down time limit' in exchange. Plus he still loses health when hit, but it's lessened quite a bit.
Willing the skill away, the scale like armor falls apart, crumbling into dust.
With these new abilities, he holds a chance, an actual chance for his people. For them not to be a mere status symbol, but back to what they were once before. When the words; honor, loyalty, courage and fortitude actually meant something to them...
Wrex huffed as he lowered his arm and leaned back in his seat.
Six months, then a potential real chance for his people's future. Something he never had before in his life...or thought he'd see.
Might as else well get started, besides he knows his pain in the ass brother Wreav will ruin their chances if he continues to be 'Temporary' Clan Leader.
...
Unknowingly, the Krogan's newfound resolve sets another stone.
"Keelah," Admiral Zaal'Koris vas Qwib-Qwib found himself saying as their frigate approached the black dreadnought. While the three others seemingly watched from a distance away.
"Incredible, they're able to build a ship of this size, without Eezo no less." Admiral Shala'Raan Vas Tonbay commented.
"I'm curious to know more about these Stein Drives and 'Share Crystals'," Admiral Daro'Xen vas Moreh spoke as she folds her arms. "Since it apparently powers all their technology, though I highly doubt it is 'created by faith'."
"Just one of those dreadnoughts would give us incredible advantages," Admiral Han'Gerrel vas Neema stated. "In navel power...and to be able to travel almost anywhere without the Mass Relays."
The only Admiral not speak was Rael'Zorah vas Rayya, said Quarian was silently staring at the ship. Likely having silent opinions of his own.
"Still as large as I saw them before," Next to Zaal'Koris was the one that led them to all of this. Rik'Tar nar Ranisha vas Qwib-Qwib, the newest member of his crew. Here as an escort and potential helper in the negotiations.
"Fighters ahead of us!" The helmsman of their frigate announced and showed on the ship's screens, gaining the attention of the Admirals.
Four fighter like craft approached them, the fighters were sleek, black as night and held a streamed like design. There were no visible armaments to speak of, on the back wings were two different symbols on the fighters. Likely the unit they are assigned to and the nation they were representing.
"As expected," Koris said to himself as he remembers what happened sometime ago. "No visible weapons..."
"They're hailing us." A crew member announced. "Patching them through."
Prior to this, they were contacted by the leadership of the Gamindustri Alliance, and were offered to hold the negotiations on one of their ships. At first the Admirals including himself were hesitant at first but soon agreed then accepted the offer. As it be easier than to prep one of their ships with multiple clean rooms and corridors.
Then the leaders, the CPUs, told them they can approach the black dreadnought in a frigate or shuttle. When they reach a certain distance, several fighter craft will approach and escort them into one of the hangers close to the location for negotiations. After docking a single representative of theirs will escort them to the location of the meeting.
They are allowed to have armed escort with them, seemingly as many as they deemed comfortable.
The CPUs informed them that the fighters would be unarmed as well. A gesture that seemed strange to Koris, were they showing this as a sign of trust? Potentially making they're own people vulnerable if his had less than noble attentions?
Though that would matter little, if the frigate had attacked the fighters, the dreadnoughts would respond in kind. And the entire Quarian species behind them would be caught in the crossfire.
In the end, they decided to take one of their frigates, along with a squad of Migrant Fleet Marines to serve as their escort.
"Quarian Admiralty board," A female voice was heard from the frigate's speakers. "This is second in command Captain Nagase. We're here to escort you to one of the hangers of our ship."
"Captain Nagase," Koris spoke up. "This is Admiral Zaal'Koris vas Qwib-Qwib, we are ready to follow your escort."
"Understood Admiral, please follow our directions as we approach the Exalted Shadow."
"Shepard, status?" Linda asked on the CoDec, speaking in a commanding tone.
"In standby position ma'am awaiting go, so is the rest of the team." Commander Jonathan Shepard replied as he steadily held his rifle, his cloak was at a hundred percent and holding strong.
"Alenko?"
"Contingency unit is on standby." Answered Kaidan. "If these Quarians try anything, they won't get far. By random chance if they even get out of the hanger, Razgriz is ready to respond."
"Not like they can hurt the CPUs anyway..." Jon muttered as he checked his weapon, which was in a blue outline in his HUD. For the umpteenth time he pulls the bolt back to see the round loaded and lets go. Then checks the magazine and loads it back in.
He sees the locations of his team on the mini-map of his HUD. Far but close to provide assistance if needed.
Holding his rifle in one hand, he reaches behind his back and pulls out his stun knife. Twirling before doing a test stab, visible blue sparks appear on the cloaked blade. Satisfied with the result, he places back in the sheath on his back.
Black Heart isn't taking any chances, that much is obvious as several N7 operatives are present and cloaked...in various places of the CPU's private sanctuary. A rare honor in itself to be allowed in, even if it's keeping watch and respond with appropriate force.
'Appropriate force' being a contingency unit. As well as the escort squadron, Razgriz one of Lastation's best, being rearmed as the Quarians are entering the sanctuary. Ready to give chase if the Frigate gets any ideas of flying out of there.
Even if by chance the frigate escapes Razgriz, it'll still have to deal with the Exalted Shadow itself. And the on standby Railguns are very accurate...especially at these close ranges.
Needless to say that Black Heart likes to be prepared...
"Movement spotted, Quarian representatives with escort on deck. Counting half a dozen Quarians surrounding what is possibly the Admirals." A fellow N7 operative speaks. "Basilicom staff member is in front leading them to the meeting area. Ready to respond if necessary."
"Copy that, Leanbox 'guests' your status?" Linda asks.
"We are on standby, awaiting Lady Green Heart's word." The escort of Leanbox's 'guests' reports.
Shepard wondered why only Leanbox had a 'guest', something the CPUs are cooking up? He hasn't seen this 'guest' yet so he couldn't think of anything at the moment...
"Good. Alright people," Linda made a tick sound. "Ya the know the mission, watch these new guys as the CPUs talk with them then bring in the guests. If any pull something dangerous or try to be dumbasses to the guests or CPUs, you're free to respond with Non-lethal force. Can't have us starting a war on potential misunderstandings. So only go lethal if ordered by me or Lady Black Heart herself. Understood!?"
"Yes, Ma'am!" Echos of acknowledgement were heard in the CoDec.
"They're approaching the meeting area." Linda says as Shep gripped his rifle. "All units, go radio silent unless ordered too. Commence mission!"
Jonathan said nothing as he stood from his spot, then proceeded to shadow the Quarian representatives.
Along with a few other operatives...
"Quarian Admiralty Board, welcome to the Exalted Shadow."
Rik'Tar held his breath as he sees the CPU in black greet the Admirals. Behind her were ones in white and purple, while next to was CPU Green Heart. She seemed to notice him and appeared to have a small smile before looking back at the Admirals.
Though she looked much different from when he had met her before, it seems their first contact package was true. They can change appearances of their bodies...
"Greetings CPU Black Heart," Admiral Zaal'Koris greeted as he step forward from the Admirals. "We thank you for inviting us."
The CPU nodded then motioned to the human that escorted them. "You may return to your duties."
"Yes Milady," The human bowed and left in the direction they entered from.
"Please follow us Admirals," The CPU in purple gestured in an area close to them. "We can speak freely in the nearby garden. Seats and use of a projector will be provided."
"Very well," Admiral Koris looked confused but didn't question it openly.
"Why outside and instead of that castle," Rik'Tar questioned quietly to himself, quickly glancing at said structure before falling in line with the Marines.
Castle would be understatement now that he thought about it. As it was more a fortress...and then some.
The structure itself appears to be made with a mixture of stone and metal, seemingly curved and symmetrical. With some type of pipes sticking out of the top, some kind of decoration? Colored in midnight black, making it easy to spot in this area. Though the most glaring feature was its...wings. There were two wings on each side, one set much smaller than the other but evenly placed on the structure.
Of all things, why wings?
It puzzled Rik'Tar but he decided that is must be something these humans like to do. Even if it doesn't seem necessary...
It did however draw attention to it from the area they were in. A large green field, with various trees and rivers with small ponds connecting to them. Some of the trees were unique, like ones that had a pink color to their leaves. And were nice to look at as they fly around the area.
Said area being around a kilometer long, that some how is able to support life and from what little that human escorting them had vaguely mentioned. Appears to be of only private use for the CPU in black.
"You may sit in these seats if you desire," The CPU in purple motioned in the direction of several seats. Just enough for the Admirals to sit, while across were four chairs painted four different colors. "As this will no doubt take some time."
With that Rik'Tar found himself to standing by the Admirals while the Marine escort spread back a bit. But close enough to respond if necessary...
The Admirals had decided to sit as they, along with him, had noticed a rounded table that held some type of interface. The chairs surrounded the table, with the interface appearing to be offline.
"Now," CPU Green Heart finally spoke as the CPUs took a seat. "Let us begin."
"As said before," Neptune started off formally placing her hands on her lap. "We are offering the Quarians, your people, a potential partnership or an alliance."
"What wasn't said," Noire continued, formally crossing her arms. "Was what specifically would be in the offer and what we seek."
"In truth, we don't seek a partnership," Neptune added. "But an official equal alliance between our people."
"Limited trade at first but have potential growth," Blanc steps in, giving off an air of formality. "With access to our tech and knowledge. Being able to travel freely within our territory, and be given the same rights as Humans. Just examples of our offer."
"We will give an official list of the offers and potential benefits," Vert finally speaks, smiling internally at the others handling of this. "Including the potential establishment of settlements and colonies in our territory. But know that there are conditions that come with this."
"No trading or sharing any knowledge of our tech with the Council," Blanc bluntly put, narrowing her eyes. "Or any race affiliated with them. Else face heavy penalties or potential embargo. We don't want any of our tech getting in their hands unless its for entertainment."
"Among other things but that can be discussed another time," Noire moved the talks to the next part, nodding to Vert.
"If you find this unsatisfactory in any way," Said CPU gave a friendly smile. "We are prepared to negotiate and offer compromises where it is needed. Of course we like to hear your opinion on the offer overall."
Silence soon followed, the Admirals remained silent as they stared at the CPUs, whom stared back in anticipation. Their escorts seemed to be stunned as they glanced between the Admrials and the CPUs.
Rik'Tar, the Quarian Vert met mimicked the escorts as well, seemingly unsure of what to do.
Finally after minutes of silence one Admiral, Zaal'Koris, seemed to stutter a bit.
"Y-you, intend to offer access to your technology," He starts off, sounding unsure of his words. "Trade, free travel through your territory, equal rights and potential chance to establish colonies and settlements. Along with potentially more with certain conditions?"
"Yes, that is correct." Vert answered.
"...Why?" A whisper was heard, so low she almost missed it.
Turning to the source, the Green CPU saw that it was Admiral Rael'Zorah vas Rayya. The one that remained silent throughout the interactions with the Admrials, and was briefly introduce by Zaal'Koris.
"Why," He continues, staring directly at her. "Why offer us this?"
"It is strange, for us," Admiral Shala'Raan vas Tonbay speaks up as well. "From just your word alone, it seems we'll be the ones that gain the most benefits."
"Which admittedly is an incredible offer," Admiral Han'Gerrel vas Neema adds. "But as Admiral Zorah puts it, why? What do you have to gain from us?"
"...We..." Vert along with the other three briefly looked at each other then nodded. "We seek allies and companionship..."
"What? What do you mean?" Admiral Zaal'Koris asked after a moment, the other Admirals appeared confused.
"We're too new to this Galactic community of yours," Blanc made a 'tch' sound. "And after what happened at Shanxi, after the Turians attacked my colony, there's no way we'll ever join with that Council."
"Knowing the result of refusing to join them," Noire narrowed her eyes. "We've placed metaphorical barriers between ourselves and Galactic community. Restricting us from potential allies...and likely creating enemies."
"To stand alone against an entire Galaxy is a sad fate and ending," Neptune shook her head. "To prevent that, we seek companionship and allies where ever we can find. And seek to perform differently from the Council's history, as we'll welcome any ally as equals and help forge a path to prosperity and bright future."
"This is what we truly seek," Vert picks it up as she slowly stood, the others followed suit. "While it appears that you'll gain more from this offer, in truth we'll earn just as much."
"In the end this is all up to you," She continued before formally crossing her arms. "You can decide to accept or decline or if need be have some time to decide."
"...What are the conditions?" Admiral Shala'Raan asked. "If we are to agree, then we must know how these conditions will affect our people."
"...Very well, we have only three conditions, but first..." Noire turns her head to the outskirts of the garden. "They may enter."
The ground shook as Rik'Tar gripped his rifle, something was approaching behind the CPUs. Large, six meters in height...familiar in silhouette.
"It's..." He realized as his eyes widened.
"Keelah," He hears one of the Admirals say as the Leanbox Titian walks into the garden. Towering over them as its single eye blinked, taking large steps with its thin legs before stopping near the group.
"As you know," Green Heart spoke as the Titan kneels on one leg. "The first condition is to not trade technology or knowledge with the Council, the second involves a bit more...disagreeable topic with you."
The front of the Titan opens and out steps an armored human, with a helmet that had an glowing X shaped visor.
"Lady Green Heart," The human saluted as the CPU got up and approached the pair.
"This is Private Issei, Titan pilot, but she is not the one to speak to you." The CPU informs them as she stops next to the Titan.
The human, Issei, steps back and taps the leg of the Titan.
"All yours partner."
Wait, what is...
"Greetings Quarian Admirals," A voice was heard as the Titan's eye blinked then focuses on them. "I am SG-4413, a NorthStar class Titan of the Leanbox Mechanize corp, Dragon division. You may call me Sig."
Rik'Tar, could barely registered what he heard, he had once heard a Titan speak but that was when he was being escorted. But this...
"It spoke," He hears Admiral Daro'Xen say, not in shock...interest? "And its use of language, there is semblance of emotion in its words. This isn't a mere VI program..."
"Correct," The Titian, Sig as it called itself, answered. "I am not a VI program by definition and technical terms. I am what is commonly known as an AI."
"...A...I..." The Admirals spoke at once, in disbelief.
A chill rushes up Rik'Tar's spine as his rifle shook, this machine, these humans...use AIs!?
Yet...he didn't feel...afraid somehow, shocked yes, but...it made no sense.
"ITS AN AI!?" All five Admirals screamed at once as they all stood up, facing the Titan.
"Front of Admirals now!" One of the Marines yelled as they immediately run to the front of the Admirals, rifles raised.
The CPUs did nothing but watch as the Marines aimed their rifles at the machine. Which did nothing but watch and blink its glowing eye.
"Admirals, I advise to order your soldiers to stand down," The CPU in Black calmly spoke as her eyes narrowed. "I will not tolerate any hostility to an ally on my vessel."
"Ally!? Keelah, that is an AI!" Admiral Han'Gerrel yells pointing at the machine. "Do you know the ris-"
"The risks of me and my kind turning on our creators," The AI's words cut the Admiral off. "Yes, as illogical as it may be, I understand why you would hold those fears. Given your experiences with my kind..."
"Sig's AI," Green Heart steps in front of the Titan, risking to be in the line of fire. "Is an early design of Leanbox's AIs, originally based off what is known as a 'Dumb AI', all Leanbox Titans use this interface. However, they all contain their own personalities, thoughts and ideas. Despite being in their infancy in design..."
"You give them free reign!?" Admiral Rael'Zorah questioned, his hands closed and shaking.
"Yes and no," Green Heart shook her head. "All Titans in the military hold three basic protocols."
"Protocol one, Link to pilot." Sig lists off as the Marines' rifles twitched. "Protocol two, uphold the mission. Protocol three, protect the pilot."
"These protocols were designed with the intent to increase both Pilot's and Titan's chances of survival." The CPU explained. "As in our worlds, we have many natural dangers and monsters our people face."
"Yes, these monsters that supposedly spawn into existence," Admiral Xen speaks. "As stated in your first contact package."
"Regardless," The CPU in black folds a single arm. "Lastation has AIs as well, simple ones for various means including civilian applications and infrastructure. More advance versions are in the works as well..."
"Lowee is researching AIs as well," The CPU in white crossed her arms and grinned at them. "We're researching their use for companionship in the form of animals or objects. For competitions and tournaments based on skills and bonds. We call them Digital-Pocket Spirits."
"Planeptune uses AIs in similar manners to both Lastation and Leanbox." The CPU in purple shook her head. "But that is irrelevant as of right now."
"Once more," The CPU in black raised her hand and places two of her fingers together. "I will ask you this, please order your soldiers to lower their arms. We do not seek to fight you, we revealed this knowledge to you to understand the other two conditions. However if you engage in hostility..."
Rik'Tar internally gulped as he glanced between the Admrials with Marines and the CPUs.
This was it wasn't it?
Right now, his leaders hold a chance to decide the fate of his people. Continually be in Exile with likely no hope of seeing homeworld again, create a potential war with a new species that offered to help, or...
"Marines," Admiral Zaal'Koris, his captain, raised his hands, pushing some of the rifles down. "Lower your weapons..."
"Are you mad Koris!?" Admiral Gerrel nearly grows out. "That thing is-"
"We went through the trouble of bringing ALL of our people here Gerrel." Admiral Koris cuts him off then shakes his head. "At the very least we must hear what they have to say before we decide to endanger our entire existence a few million miles away."
"...They've obviously prepared for this," Admiral Raan speaks after a moment. "And expected our reactions to their reveal of this...machine. I believe its best to hear them out."
"I'm curious to know," Admiral Xen added. "They created AIs that can mimic emotions, what else do they have to offer..."
"...Fine," Admiral Zorah shook his head. "For the sake of our people, we can listen at the very least."
"...Very well," Admiral Gerrel says reluctantly. "... Bosh'tet suit wetter..."
"We'll listen to your explanation," Admiral Koris continues, ignoring the whispered insult. "But deciding is a another matter, Marines lower your weapons."
Though reluctant the Marines followed the order, but still kept their guard.
"A wise decision," The CPU in black lowered her raised hand. "Very well, we'll explain the other conditions..."
Somehow, Rik'Tar felt relief...
"You may return to the Twin Infinities," Green Heart turns her head to the Titan and pilot. "Your mission is complete, please enjoy the rest of your time off."
"Understood." The AI, Sig spoke as the pilot moved to it and the front opens again.
"Yes ma'am," She says before climbing inside. "Let's go partner."
"Right, Issei." The hatch closes and the thrusters activated on the Titan, allowing to ascend then quickly flies off before anyone could react.
"Now then," Green Heart turns back to them, giving a small smile. "Please sit, and we can continue."
"I'll put it as simple as this," Noire crossed her arms. "The second condition is a request for you to tolerate the existence of our AIs. Not to fully accept them or have them integrated into your society unwillingly. Only a measure of tolerance, as AIs are key component for our people. In living and entertainment."
"I see," Admiral Koris nodded as the other Admirals did.
Vert smiled internally, she was worried earlier as Noire was going to signal her forces to engage. Not to kill only restrain and knock out if necessary, but it seems they were headed back on track.
Now for the deciding factor...
"As for the final condition," Noire flicked her eyes to the Green CPU.
"The final condition is this," Vert adopted a serious expression as she tilted her head. "If you accept our offer, inevitably gaining knowledge and technology from us. It is of no doubt, you may possibly seek to confront the Geth for your homeworld. Am I correct in this assumption?"
The Admirals looked at each other for a second but chose to say nothing.
"Our condition isn't for you to not seek conflict with the Geth," Vert informs. "But rather at the very least, give chance to hold a dialogue with them."
"Dialogue? With the Geth!?" Admiral Gerrel yelled. "Even if that was possible. They ruthlessly slaughtered millions of our people, nearly driving us to extinction!"
"And yet," Vert narrowed her eyes. "From the stories told to me by Rik'Tar and the first contact package you sent us. The Geth stopped attacking when you fled your homeworld, and didn't pursue past your home system. Which leads me to the question of why?"
"That matters little," Gerrel tries to wave off. "Most of our history was lost during the Morning War, so it is possible our ancestors took what was most of our ships at the time. Possibly leaving the Geth little to nothing to pursue us-"
"And the three centuries that passed?" She questioned that seem to make the Admiral pause. "Surely that is more than enough time to create a fleet or two. Then why stay within your home system? Why not unleash themselves on to the galaxy?"
"If they had done so, then the entire galaxy would be against them." Admiral Raan explains logically.
"Then it potentially means," Vert placed her hands together. "Along with a high intelligence, they value their own mortality."
"What...are you suggesting?" It was Admrial Xen's turn to question.
"The possibility of gaining answers from the Geth themselves, and finding a compromise for peace." She answered truthfully. "If possible, we can assist you in attempting a dialogue with the Geth..."
"However," It was Neptune's turn now, giving Vert a brief break. "Please note that if you attempt to engage the Geth before giving a dialogue, then you'd be on your own to face them. As we'll have no 'real' reason to fight them but we will accept civilians/potential refugees, and injured that do not wish to fight. Though if you do accept the offer and give the Geth a chance..."
"Should they prove hostile," Vert switches back, silently thankful. "To any attempts of us reaching out to them, we will assist in where we can to help regain your home world. Of course this is all up to you."
They all agreed to this before the meeting, if the Quarians accept then they help them. As it would lead to better increase their bonds with one another, and gain faith among their populace. Plus, it is a right thing to do...
Quietly the Admirals stared at one another and started making minor gestures. Likely speaking to each other via comms or they know each other well enough to not say anything.
Finally after seemingly a few minutes of potential debate and/or argument given some of the more active hand gestures. The Admirals nodded to each other and faced the CPUs.
"After...consulting with one another," Admiral Koris slowly spoke. "We've come to a decision, the Quarian Admiralty board accepts the Gamindustri Alliance's offer for an equal alliance."
Vert let out a bright smile, "And the GA accepts your decision, now then-"
"Finally..." Neptune suddenly glowed and transformed back into her human form. She started to stretch her arms and stood from her seat. "It was getting really...hm?"
"What..." All the Admirals and their escort were staring at Neptune, who simply didn't seem to care.
"...Neptune, the meeting isn't over yet..." Vert informed her fellow CPU, feeling her brow twitch.
"Huh? Well they agreed didn't they?" The Purple CPU says nonchalantly as she tilted her head, giving a 'pop' sound. "Oh, that's better, plus our transformations are listed in the first contact package."
"That's not the point," Noire pinched the bridge of her nose, seemingly tempted to give her usual lectures, but appears to remember the guests on her ship. "You cannot drop formality on a mere whim, and we still haven't discussed that with them."
"Oh don't get your springs in a bunch Noire," Neptune smiles then crosses her arms. "Besides it was getting waaaay tooo serious~ And the author thought it be best to let me free~ Good cause it was getting exhausting holding that form up for this scene, phew...wait what thing?"
"...is going on?" The Admirals continued, likely trying to understand...and failing.
"Oh for fuck sake..." Blanc muttered out before shaking her head. "If you keep playing stupid I'm getting my axe..."
"Hmmm," Neptune tilted her head, ignoring the White CPU, then snaps her fingers in mock? realization. "Right, that thing, the super secret Galactic stuff, top secret ears only...stuff. Dang it author there's better lines than that!"
Vert couldn't figure out whether she was messing around or genuinely forgot...both are equally possible.
"By the Ancestors can anyone explain what is happening!?" Admiral Gerrel seemed to snap the others out of their trance.
"How did..." Raan slowly spoke, likely shocked and confused.
"That can't be possible but..." Admiral Zorah was shaking his head.
Koris was silent but his head tilted in possible disbelief.
"Fascinating..." Was all that Xen said.
"Forgive us Admirals," Vert quickly focused on the Quarians. "One of our colleagues has trouble conducting herself with discipline, regardless of that distraction. There is one more thing to add as you're now our allies."
"One more thing?" Koris seemed to have found his voice. "Why wasn't this-"
"Cause we weren't sure you'd agree to the alliance," Neptune says a matter of factually. "So it was really tight lip hush hush, but now you've agreed and can be our friends. We can actually tell you now!"
"A simplified explanation," Vert crosses her arms. "This matter is only meant for the leadership of each nation to discuss. Now that you are allies, we are obligated to share this 'classified' information with you. Note that it does not negatively affect the alliance between us, nor the conditions we had laid out. But, it can affect the galaxy as a whole."
"And you want us to hear this information?" Gerrel, seemingly back from his outburst, asks.
"Yes, but I recommend asking your escort leave the garden temporarily," Noire folds an arm and holds out a hand. "To make it fair, my soldiers will be ordered to leave as well."
"Your soldiers? I don't see-"
Snap!
At the sound of the CPU's fingers, air in parts of the garden began to ripple. In seconds, N7 operatives reveal themselves without their cloaks, with their rifles down.
"Keelah," Admiral Gerrel sounded shocked as he glances at each of the operatives. "We didn't see anything or hear them, and they were-"
"Ready to respond if the meeting became...hostile," Noire lowered her hand. "With purely non-lethal force, then escort you back to your ship if needed. A necessary precaution as we knew you'd not react well to the revelation of our AIs."
"But we didn't need them so we're good right?" Neptune smirked as she mischievously moved her brows. "N7 huh? Trying to get little ol'Nep's attention eh? Trying to fan the sails of that ship?"
"You may escort the Admrials' forces out," Noire ignores the purplite as she looks at an operative then to the Quarians. "Of course that is if the Admrials agree to this."
"Boo, see readers, this is why she doesn't have any friends."
Briefly looking to one another, said Admirals nodded in answer.
"Yes Ma'am," The operative motions the Quarian escort to follow, whom seemed reluctant but followed anyway.
"Now then," Vert speaks after the garden was cleared of any escort. "We are free to discuss the matter."
She places her hand on the projector in front them, scrolled through the files and selected one. Screens appear in front of the Admrials as a translated version of the file is brought up.
Quietly the Admirals read what was written then leaned back in their chairs in shock.
"Keelah this is!" Admiral Gerrel frantically read the file as his finger traced the text. "Ha, it seems we made the right choice after all!"
"The changes this will bring," Raan places her hand over her visor. "This can potentially upset the order of the galaxy, and we'll be on the side that benefits."
"That's if they make it through with that part list 'in progress'," Admiral Zorah stated as he crossed his arms. "But, despite the impossibility, if this actually works...I may finally build that home for you...Tali..."
That last bit was barely heard by Vert, but she chose to not say anything on it. Likely it was something personal.
"This is ambitious, potentially insane, and by all logic should not work." Koris shook his head and looked at them. "You've given this thought, haven't you?"
"Yes," Noire nodded. "However this will not be publicly known for some time, not until a third race joins and agrees to this...plan. Then the entire galaxy will know..."
Vert smiled and crossed her arms. "And in addition to this information, the system we are in is one of many that will soon be officially claimed by the GA. It is more than enough for our four nations to share and then some. So we are prepared to share or give portions of this territory with the Quarian people."
"How? If there are any Garden worlds in these systems, the council or any other race would've claimed them by now." Koris asked.
"We have means to deal with that," Norie smiled then frowned as it appeared that Neptune was trying to sleep past the meeting. "But it seems this is enough for one meeting, in time we'll discuss more intimate detail of our new alliance. From trade of technology to matters of settlements."
"We understand," Koris along with the others begin to stand. "We need time as well to go over the information we've just gained."
"However I must ask," He points to something on the screen. "This third race to be involved, which is it? It can't be a race of the council."
"Actually they technically still are, but in time that will change." Vert answered. "In time you'll see, as I imagine it will cause quite a stir."
A/N: DON'T WORRY THIS WILL CONTINUE!
It's just that it will take forever to post what I want, so I'm forced to make a two part of this particular thing. Unfortunately making it feel rushed...cause I barely found time to work it.
My apologies if this chapter was boring in anyway, or if characters were OOC by any measure. I tried numerous times to get this right, rewritten it couple ideas then barely got something workable.
Plus barely have time to finish it, cause the Fic's anniversary is coming up and I'm going to try to do the dumb thing of updating twice within a short time span. While it could've been easier to just update it all at once, I decided to be dumb about it.
Plus, again, it would be easier to start to on a new chap instead of awkwardly continuing and potentially dragging it onward.
But enough of the potential excuses...
As usual, read, review, or go find a much better fic than this. Which there are a bunch, and some that hold that potential. Or go out and try to attempt your own! Your choice on that.
-Raiden312
Kinunatzs The Eternal: Bad guys are planning on being bad behind the scenes, and the Reapers will appear and be of significance. Though there may be differences to them compared to their game counterparts, possibly making them...worse. That's all I can say for now.
XsnakesforeverX: (Answering to both reviews as I assume some sort of glitch happened.)
In time you'll get the answer to various questions and events. I hope not to disappoint on that.
Touhoufanatic: Garrus will likely have a skill that fits his character and be useful in certain situations.
Heh, Peashy's transformation will come soon, and Blanc will witness it. Won't be the only one...
Guest Quest: 1) It was pointed out in the previous chapter, just before the Killachine spawned. It can be easy to miss if one skims to the battle.
2) Heh, now I do, I was thinking mostly of a blank screen for a more humorous effect.
3) Thank you for pointing out that mistake, I kept doing it without realizing it. Should be fix for this fic, gonna have to find time to fix the spelling in the previous chapters.
4) I do give vague ideas on the shape, plus you can guess from the themes of each nation. But yes, I mostly leave it vague for the audience's imagination.
5) More like a bit of both, 2D style for interactions between characters, both 2D and 3D-ish for actions scenes sometimes. Kinda like the style of FF15 for action, mixed with a bit of Gurren Lagann (Pretty much Gainax) and Gundam actions sequences. It's difficult to properly explain how I see it, hope that gave a clue.
6) So far I don't have any mutil-ending planned, might do it depending how this fic goes. But so far there is only one ending and even that is subject to change.
7) We'll see on that, that's all I can say unfortunately.
Blazblade: (Answering to reviews in order.)
Yep, BLADE is definitely making an appearance, but may not be important plot wise. Also I'm sticking to the Aliens of Mass Effect universe, cause it be a lot easier to handle and can still follow for what I got planned.
Apologies if you expected any of the races to make an appearance.
UNSC Know Your Place: Hah, that was Plutia being normal. You don't want to know when an angry Plutia roams a dark palace at night. (Might do an Omake on that.)
Heh, Saren will have a role, but can't say if its same or something different. Also maybe on the Krogan part, excluding the Grunt thing...such things should remain impossible...even for Neptunia.
ME: Sooo, is he fine?
Nep: Take a guess.
UNSC KYP: Wait for chapter...apologize to sadie...wait for chapter...apologize to sadie...
Me: This is because I took so long didn't I?
Nep: Yep! Poor thing. (;-;)
Me: *Deadpans* You're saying and emoting that with a straight face...
grey: Apologies, I have no idea whether or not your making a reference or not. But that does sound interesting...
Nep-passing by: Apologies if you don't like this cliffhanger too, but the update will be sooner...gonna have sleepless nights because of that.
Eh, will try to boost Garrus' and IF's interactions a bit, so it wouldn't be so awkward. Since those three share a role...
I do have plans for Uzume, but can't say...as it won't be shown for a time.
Galer: Yes, Garrus will need more information to find the answers he wants. May find clues soon enough.
Well there were times that in HDD form she can be a bit nice. Just a tiny bit, and helps someone realize their own feelings.
Nyamu: Not really no, but this time another chap for this fic will be updated before my next one.
Saber Knight: (Answering to reviews in order.)
Hah, that would make sense as it is Plutia after all.
As a nation, the name Planeptune doesn't sound too bad, but for a planet...does sound a bit weird.
Heh, it's rare to see a Krogan cook, especially one with such skill as Gus-Gus.
Yeah, kinda made Saren lean a bit to that trait, but he'll warm up eventually. Can't say how though.
GUEST: Officially in cannon no, pretty sure it was implied that they couldn't in council territory. But should've made that clear...
RizomataNyan: I can't say for certain while Yukari definitely holds advantages, it'll an entertaining fight for however long it lasts.
Kamencolin: Thanks, will try not to disappoint.
Dagon Fell: We'll see about that, cause there might be actual romance in this. But thanks will try not to disappoint.
