3-26-2184 0238 hours (Citadel standard time)
SSV Normandy
Corvette
Personal Quarters
Ramirez couldn't sleep. It was easily two or three in the morning, station time. Stumbling out of his bed, he got up and walked over to a nearby window. The dim lights in his room provided enough illumination for him to not bump into everything. He gazed at the station before them, getting bigger as they approached it. Even from space, he could see a couple of fires burning throughout the Citadel.
'God help C-SEC.' He thought to himself.
He saw the various ships defending the Citadel in a triangular shape formation. Battle cruisers and cruisers were placed up front to provide long-range capability, while destroyers and frigates took up positions on the sides to flank enemy ships. Behind them lied the dreadnoughts, along with supply ships, in a perfect line to unleash a deadly barrage of fire. Finally on the sides of the Citadel were the carriers, ready to unleash their fighters.
'The perfect defense for an invasion, a poor one for an insurgency.' Ramirez fondled over the irony, until a small hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned around to see Kasumi standing behind him wearing nothing, but one of his shirts covering her. It reached all the way to her knees, which was a slight disappointment on his part.
"Hey. Are you alright?" She asked in a soothing voice.
He took a heavy breath. "No. No I'm not. I mean look at all this." He said waving his hand over the scene in front of them. "People are in panic and…and we've lost a good friend. I'm just tired of all of this."
Kasumi frowned and rested her head on his shoulder, while she gently rubbed it. "Yeah, but you know what?"
"What?"
"We're still alive to enjoy our time. I know it's hard losing someone you're close to, especially people who you've fought with, but eventually time heals those wounds." She said.
Ramirez smiled. Facing her, he said "It's only going to get harder." Ramirez's smile was replaced with a grim expression, "Kasumi if I die, promise me you won't obsess over ghosts."
Kasumi's had a sad smiled on her face. She nodded her head, and then said "Promise me you won't die."
Ramirez chuckled and looked into her deep brown eyes. "You got it."
Kasumi then pulled Ramirez in for a kiss. Immediately they began making out passionately, exploring each other's mouths. Finally when they each needed a breath, they pulled free of each other. Kasumi's lips curved up into a smirk. On instinct, Ramirez picked her up, which earned him a light laugh. The 5'7 Japanese petite woman looked deep into her 6'1 lover's eyes, tan skin contrasting her light pale tone.
"What do you want to do now?" He asked her.
"I can think of a few things." A hand reached up and caressed his cheek before her eyes casted themselves up and down his body, licking her lips. "Take your clothes off." She commanded, already unhooking the straps of his combat fatigues. Ramirez set her down on the bed and began assisting her. Kasumi's hands fumbled slightly with his chest armor, but he slid out of it easy enough to reveal a well toned body, neither bulking like a body builder's nor scrawny like a runner, but just right. Every Alliance soldier was physically fit, but Kasumi found herself 'humming' in approval. A faint blush crossed her cheeks as she saw Ramirez staring at her with a wide grin.
Ramirez got down onto one knee before looking up at her expectantly. She merely raised her eyebrows before raising her left foot. Ramirez nodded in affirmation before he began to kiss his way up. The feeling of his lips against her leg sent made Kasumi shiver in delight. His hands reached up and gripped her delicious rear, earning him a gasp. He pulled up the shirt she was wearing just enough to reveal her womanhood, which was glistening with arousal. He inhaled her scent and grinned before he darted his tongue out at the folds, hearing Kasumi gasp lowly. His eyes rose to land upon Kasumi's, who was merely staring down at him. He pulled away slightly, standing to slide the shirt off of her. In one swift movement, he picked her up and laid her across the bed before his lips landed upon the female's lips in a chaste kiss. She kissed back momentarily before Ramirez kissed down her jawline, onto her neck before focusing on particular spot where her pulse was. She bit her lip and spread her legs slightly, feeling the calloused hand of her bedmate running its way up and down lazily upon her thighs before rubbing her womanhood gently.
"R-Ramirez,… keep going." Kasumi praised, trying to keep the tone in her voice, only to consider throwing it out the window and jumping the bones of the male above her. She felt him leave a mark across her collarbone, which would probably show up as an ugly purple on her light pale skin, causing her to grimace slightly. However, the grimace soon melted and morphed into a look of pleasure as she bit her lip to keep from moaning out, Ramirez's tongue snaking out to trail across the flesh of her breasts, before circling her nipples. Taking the right one into his mouth first, he began to suck softly while his left hand massaged and kneaded the mound of flesh of her left breast. She felt his left hand run down her thighs and started to rub her womanhood gently once again.
"M-more." She managed to rasp out. Ramirez merely gazed up at her and nodded, tugging on her nipple with his teeth as he did. She moaned out lowly before gasping and arching her back as she felt two fingers enter her. Slowly he began to pump his digits in and out, focusing on the task at hand. Kasumi's breathing got heavier as she moaned. He pulled away, before down onto her left , sucking faster, his right hand now focusing on the now abandoned breast, massaging and pulling ever so slightly.
Ramirez pulled away after five minutes, kissing his way back down, all the while still fingering Kasumi faster. The way she squirmed and moaned underneath him led to believe he was doing something right. His lips kissed down her naval, his tongue circling her belly button before trailing downward across her waist and kissing just above her womanhood. He looked up at her, licking her clit teasingly at first, but began to suck as soon as he saw Kasumi's stern glance down at him. A fist knotting itself in his hair was his reward, tugging often. He swirled his tongue around the clit while sucking and pushing two digits into her, causing Kasumi to moan out in pleasure. Her legs quivered, her climax beginning to build up. Ramirez seemed to sense this as he removed his fingers with his tongue. Her scent invaded his sense of smell while he ate his lover out, her scent driving him to continue faster. She was different from any other female he had been with, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Kasumi bit her lip hard, looking down at her lover, watching his tongue move in a circular motion before diving into her folds, licking across her walls and around inside of her. She moaned out in pleasure, her thighs squeezing his head slightly as she whimpered out, "Ramirez, I'm-", she let out a groan as Ramirez continued to eat her out before she released her juices onto his face, who merely licked all he could. She looked down at him through half-lidded eyes to see him take off his pants and boxers. Her eyes gazed down from the toned chest and six pack abs, all the way to Ramirez's erect member. She licked her lips in appreciation, "It seems you're ell excited, aren't you?" She took delight in her lover's blush before her hand softly wrapped itself around the base, begging to tug slowly.
Staring into each other's eyes, Ramirez let out a gasp as Kasumi began to jerk him off faster, her hand sliding up and down his pole. Kasumi brought his face forward, her lips locking firmly with his. He moaned out, earning a smile from Kasumi before she slid her tongue out across his lips, demanding access. Ramirez granted it, opening his lips only for her tongue to shove its way in. Their tongues explored other's mouth, across the roof and teeth, before begging a battle for dominance. Ramirez began to thrust slowly into her hand, Kasumi having control over him. He was putty in the palm of her hand and she knew it. After making out for awhile, the two broke apart for some much needed oxygen, before Ramirez found himself lying down, with Kasumi on top of him. "Kasumi?"
"Shhh." Kasumi commanded in a whisper, her lips upon his for only a moment. She straddled his hips, before she slid down on top of him. She let out a loud moan and placed her hands on his chest as she began to slide in and out, their hips meeting with each slow thrust. Kasumi soon felt the side of her hips grabbed by Ramirez and gasp when he squeezed. After a few minutes of slow thrusting, Kasumi began to get more aggressive, thrusting faster and harder, her well-toned rear bouncing against his legs with each downward stroke. Ramirez gripped her hips and began to thrust in return, matching her pace, the two letting out various grunts and moans in pleasure. She looked down at him with a sweet loving an innocent smile and Ramirez felt his heart doing a leap in his chest. He was mesmerized by the woman on top and completely in love. He was brought out of his thoughts when she crashed her lips against his with a moan. The two kissed each other with passion after each thrust. Both of their faces were read and sweat covered their bodies as they continued their love making.
Thrusting in her hard, Ramirez felt Kasumi clench and her eyes rolled back as she arched her back. She let out a loud shriek as her hips helplessly rocked in an orgasm. He couldn't take seeing this for long, and soon he was in a world of bliss. He exploded in her, his seed spilling through the insides of her wall. Kasumi slumped down against Ramirez, who continued holder her. "That…that was amazing." Kasumi murmured, placing a short sweat kiss on his lips. "I bet you do that for all attractive woman, huh?"
He knew it was a rhetorical question, but he still answered it. Shaking his head, he said "No, only for you. I love you." His reward was Kasumi yanking his head toward her as she gave him a passionate kiss.
"I love you too and don't forget it." She rested her head on his shoulder and was about to fall asleep, when EDI's avatar appeared in the room. "Commander Ramirez, Shepard is waiting for you on the Command deck."
Ramirez groaned, while Kasumi merely laughed. "EDI, tell the 'good' captain that I'm busy. Tell him to get someone else. I'm sure I'm not needed to stand around while politicians argue."
"As you wish, commander." EDI's avatar blinked out, leaving Kasumi and Ramirez alone.
Ramirez cursed. "I swear EDI knows the worst possible time to show up." Kasumi lightly laughed, the sound of her beautiful voice caused him to smile. "Go to sleep, I'll be here." He said softly, as he gently rubbed her back in a circular motion. Kasumi, along with Ramirez, soon fell into a deep relaxing slumber.
Command Deck
Air Lock
"Shepard, I regret to inform you that XO Ramirez is occupied at the moment and is unable to meet you." EDI said, her avatar appearing near the airlock.
"Uh-huh." Shepard said, not entirely convinced of EDI's explanation. "Well I guess it's just us." He said to Liara, Kaidan, and the quarian delegation. "Shall we?" He asked them.
"Lead the way, Shepard." Kaidan answered.
"Yeah, because it's a great idea to step on a station that is in complete panic. You know Shepard, the choices you make aren't exactly healthy for your life expectancy." Joker said, leaning back on the leather chair that he had completely fell in love with.
"You're one to talk about health." Shepard shot back.
"Ouch that hurt captain." Joker called out.
The group stepped out of the airlock and they were stunned by the sight that met them. Everything was silent. Skeletons of cars lined the streets; charred bodies of civilians alike were everywhere almost randomly.
Shepard looked around; the once busy station was now reduced to a ghost town. The only sign of activity that he could see from his location were C-SEC officers roaming the streets in squads alongside some Spectres. In almost every direction, Shepard could see morgues and burning stores. The Citadel, once the heart of the galaxy, was now reduced to what looked like a militarized zone.
"By the goddess!" Liara gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Kheelah, what has been going on?" Koris asked to no one in particular. It was then that Shepard realized that neither he nor anyone else had informed Koris, or the Migrant fleet for that matter, of the existence of the Reapers. In fact it took four months before news of the Prothean race being discovered reached the Migrant Fleet, and it was mostly due to returning pilgrims. Who knows how long before news of the Reapers existence reach the Migrant Fleet.
"I guess this happens in every major war." Reegar said, providing an explanation.
"Captain Shepard." A voice called out.
Shepard turned his head to the direction and saw Captain Bailey, approaching with a squad of C-SEC officers.
"Captain Bailey." Shepard responded, shaking the man's hands. "What the hell happened here?" He asked him.
"Panic, mixed in with paranoia. I've heard things on Earth are much worse. At least here transportation can be controlled and restricted, but on Earth…I hate to be in that mess."
"Are you here to escort us to the Council?"
"Yeah. Right now they don't want to take any chances. I guess you could say they're a little a paranoid, not that I can blame them. Any way I don't want to keep them waiting any more than I have to."
Shepard nodded his head in agreement. Before they headed out, he saw an asari with a strange helm and dressed in attire that radiated importance.
"Mother!" Liara gasped out. Running towards her mother she gave her mother a massive hug. "It's good to see you." She practically cried tears of joy.
"It's good to see you too, little twig. My, my you've certainly grown into a full woman." Her mother responded, giving her daughter a hug.
Liara cleared her eyes and recomposed herself. "Shepard, Kaidan, this is my mother Matriarch Benezia. Mother these are my friends."
"It's good to meet you all." She gave a bright smile to the group, even to the C-SEC officers and the quarian delegation.
"What are you doing here?" Liara asked. "Not that I'm happy you're…but there's no reason I could think of. I mean I'm glad you're here for no rea-" She continued rambling on, before her mother comforted her and calmed her down.
"Shhh, little twig. I've been here assistance with the mess here. It's been quite stressful, but enough about me. What have you been up two?" She asked her daughter.
"Ohh? By the goddess…I've done so much. I don't think I can tell you before we have to leave to meet the Council. Not that they're more important than my own mother, but-" Before Liara could continue rambling on, Shepard stopped her.
"Liara, why don't you stay here with your mother. We can handle the Council." Shepard suggested.
"That…that's great. Thank you, Shepard." Liara said.
As the group left for the Council, Liara stayed behind with her mother and began telling her mother all the crazy adventures she has had over the numerous months.
Citadel
Council Chambers
Admiral Zaal' Koris wasn't an impatient man, by any means. The men and women under his command considered him a kind, caring Admiral who always had time for the crew. He was willing to listen to every problem, even the most mundane. It wasn't just his responsibility as an Admiral within the Migrant Fleet, but it was in his nature.
But today, his patience was running thin.
The 'generous' Council, if they could be called that, was trying to give him a water-downed deal that only benefited the Citadel races and promptly kicked the quarians to the curve…again. The deal called for reparations to the Council for the damages done to shipping routes, interfering with Citadel forces during war, and violations in copy right laws. In exchange the quarian Migrant Fleet would be waived of any repercussions for aiding an enemy of the Citadel, despite the fact that it was an act of desperation. Even as Koris tried negotiating with the Council for a mutually beneficial deal, he could tell the Council wasn't interested. Koris never thought the Council could ever disagree on anything more than they have had in the past, but it seemed he was wrong.
Tevos tried her best to get a deal out, however she was outnumbered by the four other Councilors. She suggested waiving all repercussions, in exchange for the quarian's assistance in the war. She wanted to have the quarian's unique engineering skills put to use to repair damaged ships, mostly their armor. She also wanted the quarians to mine potentially dangerous zones and give seventy-five percent to the Council, while the quarians would keep the remaining twenty-five percent. The high risk and low reward wasn't very appealing, unfortunately that was the best deal he had gotten.
Valern wanted the quarians to exchange technology for resources. No doubt he was interested in the small amount of Collector technology that the Migrant Fleet had been given by the batarians. Knowing salarians knew more than they let on, Koris was sure Valern was after Daro's research into counter-measures on the geth. He wondered if the salarian councilor knew about Admiral Gerrel arguing for all the Migrant Fleet ships to be armed. The thought sent a shiver down his spine.
Sparatus was the least interested in hearing out the quarians. What little interest he did share was only in parts where he could exploit the quarian engineering potential to upgrade turian warships and arms. Slave labor for amnesty, Koris immediately threw that option out of the window, especially when Sparatus argued for a reduction in the Migrant Fleet ships or an offer of raw materials needed to construct warships. Koris immediately realized he just wanted the turians to have the biggest fleet, even if it wouldn't be the most powerful.
Udina wanted to have every inch of the Migrant Fleet searched for any signs of deception. He stated he wished to ensure the quarians were genuine in their proposal for peace and forgiveness. He easily saw through the ruse, the Alliance, or the Council itself, would send forces to search the Migrant Fleet and most likely confiscate any dangerous objects. Koris translated it to this, 'We want to send our military into you're fleet and take anything that'll give you even the slightest of advantages.' Unfortunately, Valern was also in support of that idea.
Korlack was behind the turian's corner as well as pushing his own agenda. He wanted to force the quarians into the galactic economy. In essence, make the quarians pay for any and all materials they manage to salvage, even if the materials salvaged were from independent systems. Add in the small detail that quarians wouldn't get any protection guaranteed through galactic economic law and the Migrant Fleet didn't have an economy to begin with, it was easy to see why that idea was the second-worst he had been given.
Thankfully Koris kept his calm manner and narrowly side-stepped mines the Council had intentionally placed. The Raloi ambassador, Marva was given a similar situation. The Council wanted her government to provide military support in exchange for colony rights, but not the minerals found on the planet as it would be Citadel property to 'help the war effort'. It would seem having two unsatisfied ambassadors was more than enough to hold off a diversified Council.
"Councilors, my government would be more than honored to assist your forces in the liberation of batarian space. However, you must understand our fleets lack numbers and we barely have enough to protect our own space." Marva explained.
Sparatus grunted in response. "Yes, you've made that quite clear. However, likewise we have made the concession to repel the burden of the Treaty of Farixen on not only you're race, but on all Citadel races as a whole." Repelling the Treaty of Farixen was enough to satisfy the Raloi ambassador; little did she know that the Council already agreed to this beforehand. However, little did the Council know, Marva was informed of this decision from an unspecified black ops organization hours before she was called to stand before the Council.
"And we thank the generous Council for that gesture. However, without sufficient materials and the length of time it takes to build a dreadnought, it will take time before we can assist immediately."
Sparatus smashed his fist on his podium. "Good men and women are dying and you refuse to help because of a logistic error!" He practically shouted out. Everyone could see that the idea of the turians fighting this war against two enemies angered the turian councilor. True the Alliance would assist the Hierarchy, however the fact remained, the turians were the sword and the humans were the shield.
"It would not have been a problem, had the Council informed my government of the Reapers existence. Then we could have prepared adequately for this situation." Marva replied.
Koris wondered if the Raloi ambassador had any asari blood in her veins, because she certainly spoke good enough as one.
"TH-" Before Sparatus could scream his spirits out. Tevos cut him off and made a suggestion. "There may be another solution. If you manage to successfully liberate the planet, the minerals found there will be under control of the Raloi government. However, the populace will still have to comply with galactic law."
Sparatus appeared to protest, however a quick glare cut him off. "Do the other Councilors agree with the decision?' Tevos asked. Valern and Udina agreed, though they should a lack of interest. Korlack appeared to be venting behind his exo-suit, but he reluctantly agreed as well. "Ambassador I cannot stress this enough, in order to preserve the planet's ecosystems those resources will be mined by an experienced archeological survey corporation. As such, the Armali Mining Corporation will send freighters to start mining immediately."
In her mind, Marva cursed. Even though she had gotten rights to the planet's minerals, any potential job creation had just gone to the Asari Republics. She guessed she had to take what she got. "Thank you, Councilors I'll talk with my government immediately to send our forces to help with the war effort." When she finished, she walked out. With the Raloi ambassador out of their hair, the Council turned their attention to Koris.
Koris stayed silent; listening to all the information he had been given. The quarian delegation stayed silent, watching their Admiral, waiting for his demands. The Admiral's eyes drifted towards the Council, still waiting on the podiums above him. His hands were behind his back, feet shoulder-width apart, cold white orbs looking up at all of them. "The Council appears to be enforcing their will on the Citadel. May I ask what has caused such an uprising?" Koris asked.
Quarians were experts at reading body language, and Koris knew a flash of anger when he saw it. The tightening of the human's fist, the sudden straightening of the turian's back, the eyes of the salarian glaring at him. Tevos was the only one to remain calm and hide any emotions she may be having. "That information is classified, ambassador." Tevos told him in a voice that said, 'tread carefully with your next words'.
Ambassador, Koris laughed in his head. He was nothing more than a nuisance to them. "If the Council does not hinder the Migrant Fleet's routes, actions, or activities, we are more than willing to improve upon your omni-tools, armor, and shields." Koris awaited the Council's response.
Tevos was the one to respond. "You must understand we simply cannot agree with such a vague proposal. However, if the Migrant Fleet does not disrupt Citadel activities, obey our laws, and improve our low priority technology, the Council will continue treating the quarians as we have in the past. Our governments can draft a treaty later. Do you agree?' Tevos asked him.
"On one condition." Koris replied.
"And that would be?" Tevos asked.
"That all quarian pilgrims be treated equally under Council law. Any action to be taken by a pilgrim of the Migrant Fleet should have a joint investigation by the two parties." He demanded.
The Council talked among themselves. Any investigation alongside the Migrant Fleet would mean any time a pilgrim is accused of a crime with in Citadel space, the Migrant Fleet would be allowed to arrive in that system. It would mean a logistical nightmare and numerous unhappy colonists. "That is a very large request, Ambassador. Please remember we are under crisis." Tevos was starting to lure Koris into taking the original deal she had proposed, however he had an ace up his sleeve.
"In exchange for this and the Migrant Fleet be recognized as a sovereign nation and granted equal rights as any, the Migrant Fleet will assist any Citadel Spectres operating in the Terminus systems. Of course the Council will have to pay ten-thousand credits for every operative we provided protection to and for every week they spend on the Migrant Fleet will be another ten-thousand credits or the same amount of raw materials in cost. And we also ask the Spectres to train our marines in order to properly assist them should the Fleet ever be attacked."
"Admiral are you sure this is a good idea?" Prazza asked in a whisper, not too sure he was liking this.
"If it means ensuring the benefit of the current and future generations of the quarians, then yes." Koris replied.
'Keelah, I hope I've made the right choice.' He thought.
That got the Council's decision. Valern and Tevos have been trying to find ways to deploy large numbers of Spectres in the Terminus, however the region proved too volatile. Operatives found themselves undersupplied, outnumbered, and outgunned. The Migrant Fleet offered not only a place to equip operatives; it could potentially serve as a mobile command structure for their operatives. At the same, should the Migrant Fleet take any suspicious action they can be investigated and kept a constant track of.
The Councilors appeared to be talking to themselves quietly. Based on their body language, Tevos and Valern were onboard with his idea, while Sparatus and Korlack were against it. Udina appeared to be thinking deeply. He murmured something to the other Councilors. Finally they faced Koris again.
"I'm sorry ambassador, but your conditions are too large for the Council to accept." Tevos started to say.
Koris slumped his shoulders, preparing for the Councilor's words of denial.
"However, some of your conditions we can agree to." Koris looked up in surprise. "If the Migrant Fleet provides assistance to our Spectres, the Council will offer adequate payment. Also anytime a quarian is accused of a crime, any evidence gathered will be forwarded to the Migrant Fleet. If you feel that they've been unfairly imprisoned, you are free to dispute the charges with the local government. In turn for amnesty for past crimes, the quarians must pay reparations of three hundred million credits or the same amount in cost in raw materials. Do you agree with the terms?"
Koris breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He had just secured a slightly brighter future for the quarian race, even if the deal wasn't a hundred percent fair or was free of bias. Koris nodded his head in agreement.
"Good then this meeting is adjourned." Tevos said as she began to leave, the other Councilors right behind her.
Citadel
Presidium
After the meeting was concluded, Shepard began walking back towards his ship, but was approached by the Alliance Director and Admiral Hackett. "Shepard, I'd like you to meet Director Granger." Hackett said.
Shepard shook the man's hands and he had a strong grip. "It's an honor, sir." Shepard said.
"I've been told your our expert in fighting Reapers, is that correct?" Granger asked him. From what Shepard could tell of the man's demeanor, he was a straight forward person. Always a yes or no kind of man, never maybe or probably.
"Yes, sir." Shepard answered, not wanting to waste the man's time with humility.
"Good, cause you'll have to be. Three days ago, we've got a signal from Omega saying that there's a plague on the loose. Normally, I wouldn't waste my time with such petty problems,"
'I'd hate to see what you consider a major crisis.' Shepard thought to himself.
"However, the signal was broadcasted across half the galaxy to one of our military servers. Now I don't know about you, but so far there hasn't publicly been a QEC that has been capable of doing that. Even more interesting, the plague seems specifically targeted to humans, turians, and krogans. Call me paranoid, but last time I checked krogans have been known to survive worse tragedies thanks to their redundant systems, the turians have a strong immune system due their military lifestyles, and we humans are the most diversified species in the galaxy." Granger explained.
"And you think the release of the plague and the Reapers existence was planned." Shepard finished.
"Exactly. If the batarians get a hold on this plague or manage to perfect it, then they'll have a hell of a biological weapon. That being said, we need you to head to Omega and ensure that any information on the plague is destroyed and sent back any that you find. With luck, we'll be able to find a cure for it."
"If its target to humans, will we be given the appropriate gear?" Shepard asked, wanting to have the necessary equipment.
"Yes, we have taken the liberty of delivering the necessary gear. And since you have non-Alliance personal onboard, you'll find gear specified for them as well." Granger answered. "Once you're done with that assignment, I'll need you to rendezvous with Palavenus' fleet in the Kite's Nest. By the time you arrive they'll probably be already engaging the defending fleet."
"Thank you, sir." Shepard gave a salute, which was returned and watched as the Director left him and Hackett on the Presidium.
"Admiral, any reason why the Director has chosen me? I mean the Alliance has operatives suited for this kind of work."
Hackett sighed and looked out at the Presidium. "Shepard, when we engaged the geth six months ago we took heavy losses. Now with this war against the Collectors, we're guaranteed to lose more. We lost two dreadnoughts and had to decommission three more due to heavy damage to the ships. We've haven't even build our frigates and destroyers back to pre-war status . Shepard, we had about three thousand six hundred ships. Now we have just about over three thousand three hundred, barely more than what we've had when we made first contact. That's the equivalent of almost three entire fleets lost."
"So, Alliance Command is reluctant to lose more personal?" Shepard asked him.
"For now, yes. Shepard regardless of the circumstance, I know you'll get the job done." Hackett replied.
"I won't let you down, Admiral." Shepard gave him a salute. Hackett returned the salute and wished Shepard good luck.
SSV Normandy
Command Deck
Hours after the ship had been resupplied and refueled; Shepard was content that the Normandy was ready to head off.
"Joker, make way for Omega." Shepard told him.
Joker whipped around is chair with a mortified face. "Wait what!? Omega as in Omega the space station in the Terminus?" Joker asked, not sure if he had heard the Captain right.
"Yes Joker, that Omega." Shepard answered.
"Can I ask why?" Joker was clearly not happy with the next mission.
Shepard inhaled a deep breath. "I you really want to know. We have quarantine duty. Apparently there's been a plague released on Omega that's targeting humans, turians, and krogans."
"So naturally it falls on us to cure the station and expose ourselves to whatever chemicals are on that god-forsaken station?"
"Yeah." Shepard answered his pilot, who began frantically searching through the cockpit's compartments, until he found a hazmat suit and quickly began putting it on. The sight would've been comical if not for that the fact that it delayed the Normandy's takeoff.
"Ready?" Shepard asked the pilot, now covered from head to toe in an environmental and a few chemical detectors.
"Ready, captain. Inbound for Omega." Joker said as the ship entered warp space.
Codex Update:
Corvettes - 20 kilotons
Use: Originally built as scouts and surveyors, these craft act as the submarines of space inserting spec ops team, engage in rapid strikes to disrupt enemy supplies and fleet movements, and even provide intelligence gathering. They are often found in the hangers of larger ships; typically in carriers as they act as their escort should a fleet's frigates be overwhelmed. There are currently 3 classes in service: Stalingrad, Normandy, and Agincourt.
Length: 55 meters - 128 meters
Width: 38 meters - 40 meters
Height: 28 meters - 25 meters
Hull: .6 meters Ablative armor
Electronic counter measures: 1 - Cloak projector
Matte black ablative stealth coating
Ablative baffles
Counter-electronic systems
Texture buffers
LAser Detection And Ranging (LADAR) sensors
Armament: 2 - Particle Accelerator Cannons (PAC)
6 - geothermal pods (20 geothermal missiles in each)
3 - EMP warheads
3 - Small nuclear missiles
100 - Nuclear mines
Speed: 35 - 40 light years
Construction time: 3 months
Cost: 67 - 120 million credits (Citadel Currency)
Frigates- 42 kilotons
Use: Frigates are usually twice as large as Corvettes. These ships are used as escorts, patrols, and advanced scouts. More damage resistant than a Corvette and faster than a Destroyer, Frigates are the ideal versatile craft. Every battle that the Alliance has fought in has always had a frigate. Though caution is advised when taking on larger ships such as cruisers as they don't have the weapons to punch through the kinetic barriers of a cruiser. Four classes are in service: Shanghai, Paris, London, and Volgograd.
Length: 500 meters - 550 meters
Width: 125 meters - 135 meters
Height: 152 meters - 163 meters
Hull: 2 meters of armor
Kinetic barriers: Yes
Armament: 2 - Heavy PACs
20 - geothermal pods, (20) missiles/pod.
6- EMP warheads
12 - 50mm Gauss point defense guns
5- 30mm twin point defensive turrets
60 mines ( 30 nuclear and 30 EMP)
Complement: 500 - 550 Personal crew
300 - Alliance troopers
150 - Alliance marines
100 - Blue jay shuttles
Engine: Charon nuclear fusion reactor
Speed: 23 light years
Construction time: 5 to 6 months
Cost: 500 - 504 million credits (Citadel currency)
Destroyers - 65 kilotons
Use: As their name implies, they are solely meant for one thing and one thing only…destroying enemy ships with as little effort as possible. Heavily armed, fast, and equipped with a large abundance of missiles and nuclear warheads, they are a deadly adversary. Despite only having a hangar with Blue Jays and a few scout vehicles, the destroyer high mass comes from her heavily thick armor. These ships are generally used as escorts alongside frigates or corvettes to take out enemy ships or draw their fire from carriers or frigates when they are deploying or evacuating soldiers. These ships are essentially cruisers to the Citadel. While small, a destroyer is capable of destroying cruiser class vessels and even battle cruiser class vessels, though this is rare. They are the sharks of space, attacking in packs to deal massive damage. It's low cost and high resistant make it an admiral opponent. There are only two classes: United North American States or UNFA and Russia class.
Length: 590 meters - 650 meters
Width: 160 meters- 187 meters
Height: 200 meters - 235 meters
Hull: 3.5 meters of armor
Kinetic barrier: Yes
Armament: 1 - Rail Gun Cannon
1 - PAC
24 - geothermal pods
7 -EMP warheads
9 - 50 mm Gauss point defense gun
5 - Nuclear missiles
Mine scanner (50 km radius)
Complement: 600 Personal crew
100 - Alliance Troopers
25 - Blue jay shuttles
90 - Broad sword bombers
Engine: Charon fusion reactor
2 - auxiliary engines
Speed: 16 light years
Construction time: 6 months
Cost: 800 million - 1.3 billion credits (Citadel Currency)
Cruiser - 75 kilotons
Use: These ships are generally the lead ships in small skirmishes or in detachments. They can deal a lot of punishment as well as take it. They are made to outfight anything it can't outrun and outrun anything it can't outfight. They will lead packs of destroyers into battle and promises to challenge larger opponents when assisted by destroyers. Three classes are in use: Washington, Freeman, and Shakespeare
Length: 775 meters - 850 meters
Width: 485 meters - 589 meters
Height: 650 meters - 700 meters
Hull: 5 meters of armor
Kinetic barrier: Yes
Armament: 1- Rail Gun Cannon
2 - PAC
30 - large geothermal pods (40 missiles in each)
7 - EMP warheads
20 - 80 mm Gauss point defense guns
Complement: 900 Personal Crew
24 - Hawk gunship fighters
1248 - O.I.T troopers
90 - Jaguars
1200 - Alliance troopers
120 - Blue Jay shuttles
Engine: Charon nuclear fusion reactor
3 - auxiliary engines
Speed: 10 Light years
Construction time: 7 - 8 months
Cost: 12 - 14 billion credits (Council currency)
Battle cruisers- 140 kilotons
Use: Despite the fact that these ships seem heavy and cumbersome, these ships, though relatively slow are quite mobile, able to evade attacks with surprising speed and are considered to be flagships of small assault or task groups during naval engagements. Much of a battle cruiser space has been dedicated to weapons and armor, with a significant space for carrying troops. These are considered the infantry of the Alliance navy. There are three classes available: The Nile, Amazon, and Yangtze
Length: 1 km - 1.4 km
Width: 550 meters - 630 meters
Height: 645 - 778 m
Hull: 5.5 meters of armor
Shields: Yes
Armament: 2 - Large Rail Gun Cannons (70 kilotons each )
30 - 80mm Gauss point defense guns
3 - EMP warheads
12 - Large geothermal pods
Complement: 1500 Personal crew
12 - Hawk Fighters
12 - Broadsword Stealth Bombers
2400 - Alliance Troopers
700 - Blue jay shuttles
Engine: Charon nuclear fusion reactor
3 - auxiliary engines
Speed: 8 light years
Construction time: 1 year - 1 1/2 year
Cost: 30 - 39 billion credits (Citadel currency)
Battleships - 160 kilotons
Use: Unlike battle cruisers, the majority of this class of ship's size comes from its armor, not capacity to carry things. A battleship's real power lies in it's incredibly powerful shields, thick hulls, and powerful weapons. Where a destroyer is created to destroy, a battleship is created to absorb damage. The saying, 'It's built like a dinosaur' rings true as it is able to take punishment as well as dish it out. It's unique sloped armor makes it a challenging opponent. These are the largest types of ships that serve on the frontlines in a naval engagement. It is the only known ship able to battle and defeat a dreadnought class vessel. There are two classes in service: Atlantic and Pacific.
Length: 2 km - 2.5 km
Width: 609 meters - 704 meters
Height: 789 - 893 meters
Hull: 6 meters of sloped armor, equivalent to 12 meters of armor
Shields: Yes
Armament: 2 - Large rail gun cannons
2 - PAC
26 - 90 mm Gauss point defense gun
90 - large geothermal pods
3 - Nuclear missiles
Complement 2100 Personal crew
50 - ARC drones
25 - Eagle fighters
50 - O.I.T troopers
50 - Titans
1 - Corvette
Engine: Charon nuclear fusion reactor
3- Large auxiliary engines
Speed: 6 light years
Construction time: 2 years
Cost: 80 - 100 billion credits (Council currency)
Carriers - 80 kilotons
Use: A System Alliance innovation. They are the most prized class of ships in the Alliance navy. They only have combat capabilities only slightly above cruisers, but are faster. This is due to the fact that a carrier has as much armor as a destroyer, thus is vulnerable to smaller ships. It's massive size comes not from its armor or weapons, but from its designed capacity for holding large quantities of fighter/bomber craft, It also sports numerous heavy point defense guns for protection against fighters and light orbital bombardment. There are three classes in service: Mercury, Earth, and Mars.
Length: 3 km - 3.6 km
Width: 700 meters - 890 meters
Height: 890 meters - 983 meters
Hull: 3.5 meters of armor
Shields: Yes
Armament: 100 - 80 mm Gauss point defense guns
6 - Geothermal pods (20 each)
1 - Large Rail gun Cannon
1 - PAC
Complement: 8300 Personal crew
200 - O.I.T troopers
300 - Hawk fighters
225 - Broadswords
150 - Eagle fighters/interceptors
850 - Blue jay troop carriers
150 - A.R.C drones
920 - Alliance Troopers
9 - Rhino Artillery
8 - Bush master tanks
37 - Prowler IFVs
Engine: Charon nuclear reactor
4 - backup engines
Speed: 15 light years
Construction time: 2.5 years - 3 years
Cost: 125 billion - 140 billion credits (Council currency)
Super Carrier - 90 kiloton
Use: Reaching the same size as dreadnoughts, similar to their smaller cousins, super carriers reach their size due to their incredibly large hangars carrying large numbers of troops, vehicle, and ships. It is even able to carry its own escort, therefore a seemingly defenseless carrier will spring a nasty surprise. Twice as common as dreadnoughts, super carriers serve as mobile command centers, supply ships, mobile repair stations, and even assist in relief efforts due to its large carrying capacity. There are only two classes available: Jupiter and Saturn class.
Length: 4.5 km - 5 km
Width: 700 meters - 789 meters
Height: 967 meters - 1.2 km
Hull: 6 meters of armor
Shields: Yes
Armament: 200 - 60mm Gauss point defense guns
40 - 25mm twin turrets
6 - geothermal pods (20 each)
1 - Large rail gun cannon
2 - PAC
Complement: 15000 - 15500 Personal crew
220 - O.I.T troopers
300 - Hawk fighters
900 - Broadsword stealth bombers
600 - Blue jay troop carriers
600 - A.R.C drones
2000 - Alliance troopers
100 - Alliance Titans
25 - Bush master tanks
50 - Prowler IFVs
100 - Jaguars
25 - Rhino artillery
5 - Frigates
4 - Corvette
3 - Destroyers
Engines: Charon nuclear reactor
2 - Extra large auxiliary engines
Speed: 8 light years
Construction time: 4 years
Cost: 225 - 240 billion credits (Citadel currency)
Dreadnought - 250 kilotons
Use: Among the largest and most heavily armed ships ever designed by the Alliance navy. These mighty ships could take on any ships outnumbered, minus a battleship. They are the polar opposite of battleships, which rely on immense armor and endurance, dreadnoughts rely on powerful weapons and range. They serve as artillery pieces, wiping out ships before they get too close. It does not feature sloped armor that battleships wield, because dreadnoughts were never intended for knife-range naval engagements. A battleship is able to soak up twice as much damage as it is able to put out, meaning it can out last a dreadnought and even outfight it if a component Captain or Admiral utilizes it properly. It also unofficially serves as a last line of defense, similar to frigates, for carriers should an alliance fleet be overwhelm. A dreadnought would use its incredible range to slow down attackers to allow carriers to escape and if possible follow suit. They are two classes available: Defender, Sword, Shield, and Heart class
Length: 4.5 km - 5 km
Width: 786 - 867 meters
Height: 934 meters - 1.24 km
Hull: 10 meters of armor
Shields: Yes
Armament: 20 - 125 mm Gauss point defense gun
200 - 50mm twin turrets
32 - Large geothermal pods
2 - Large main rail gun cannons
2 - Rail gun cannons
Complement: 12000 Personal Crew
5 - Alliance Trooper Battalions
2 - Corvettes
3 - Frigates
2 - Marine platoons
Engine: Charon nuclear fusion reactor
5 - Auxiliary engines
Speed: 4 light years
Construction time: 4.5 years - 5 years
Cost: 500 billion credits
Alliance ship numbers : 3345
Alliance fleets : 14
826 - Corvettes
681 - Frigates
669 - Destroyers
533 - Cruisers
213 - Battle Cruisers
176 - Battleships
195 - Carriers
49 - Super Carriers
13 - Dreadnoughts
1st Fleet: 3 dreadnoughts, 2 super carriers, 10 carriers, 25 battleships, 40 battle cruisers, 24 cruisers, 43 destroyers, 40 frigates, 41 corvettes
2nd Fleet: 5 super carriers, 40 carriers, 16 battleships, 21 battle cruisers, 35 cruisers, 50 destroyers, 50 frigates, 60 corvettes
3rd Fleet: 1 dreadnought, 4 super carriers, 10 carriers, 10 battleships, 20 battle cruisers, 30 cruisers, 56 destroyers, 40 frigates, 69 corvettes
4th Fleet: 2 dreadnoughts, 2 super carriers, 12 carriers, 10 battleships, 16 battle cruisers, 29 cruisers, 48 destroyers, 44 frigates, 20 corvettes
5th Fleet: 1 dreadnought, 1 super carrier, 2 carriers, 10 battle ships, 8 battle cruisers, 25 cruisers, 57 destroyers, 60 frigates, 35 corvettes
6th Fleet: 7 super carries, 37 carriers, 6 battleships, 6 battle cruisers, 25 cruisers, 48 destroyers, 40 frigates, 110 corvettes
7th Fleet: 1 dreadnought, 3 super carriers, 3 carriers, 9 battle ships, 12 battle cruisers, 17 cruisers, 24 destroyers, 60 frigates, 49 corvettes
8th Fleet: 2 super carriers, 11 carriers, 10 battleships, 24 battle cruisers, 41 cruisers, 68 destroyers, 47 frigates, 52 corvettes
9th Fleet: 1 dreadnought, 3 super carriers, 8 carriers, 8 battleships, 8 battle cruisers, 54 cruisers, 25 destroyers, 42 frigates, 46 corvettes
10th Fleet: 5 super carriers , 22 carriers, 10 battleships, 9 battle cruisers, 68 cruisers, 45 destroyers, 64 frigates, 56 corvettes
11th Fleet: 5 super carriers, 35 carriers, 9 battleships 4 battle cruisers, 68 cruisers, 79 destroyers, 43 frigates, 102 corvettes
12th Fleet: 2 dreadnoughts, 4 super carriers, 3 carriers, 20 battle ships, 17 battle cruisers, 26 cruisers, 26 destroyers, 44 frigates
13th Fleet: 1 dreadnought, 3 super carriers, 3 carriers, 18 battleships, 42 cruisers, 40 destroyers, 56 frigates, 90 corvettes
14th Fleet: 1 dreadnought, 2 super carriers, 9 carriers, 15 battleships, 20 battle cruisers, 38 cruisers, 50 destroyers, 51 frigates, 96 corvettes