years it has been, a chapter you shall have

After a quick rotation back to Lockheed back on Earth, preparations were being made by all Lockheed ship yards across the galaxy to accept a significant number of geth platforms with the specific purpose of assisting in the production of the fleet Harry commissioned. When completed, each ship would be crewed by geth platforms and shuttled back to Rannoch where they waill lay in wait for the day that they would be needed.

Months would go by and on a brisk Tuesday morning in Colorado, the first Lawbringer Assault Barge lifted off the assembly deck. Manned by a crew of geth with orders to find a target to test it's main gun on. The robotic crew had locked in it's memory bank an asteroid in a belt near Rannoch that presented a massive risk to the planet, in that, if something were to damage the 150 km diameter asteroids orbit, it would have a 92 percent chance of causing an extinction level event to the planet Rannoch. After giving the go-ahead to the geth for the test, Harry occupied himself by reading the vessels statistics.

'The lawbringer class assault barge is a 5000 meter class vessel crewed by a minimum of 60 individuals or a singular AI core, has a total of 18 ranged weapons including primary and secondary full hull length guns, as well as 16 lateral hull MAC defense cannons, and is equipped with a reinforced and shielded bow wedge designed for ship to ship combat as well as minimizing hull integrity damage in the event of emergency planetfall

Hull defence weapons fire a 45cm dia 100kg tungstun case depleted eezo core slug 75 percent of the speed of light.

Full hull length (FHL) Main MAC gun fires a 60cm dia 1800kg tungsten case depleted eezo core 2.75x the speed of light

FHL secondary rail gun fires a 14.5cm dia 500kg anti armor iridium fusion core sabot round at 4.0x the speed of light with adjustable penetration depth prior to detonation

Can carry and sustain 2 battalions of organic ground fighters as well as 30 orbital drop mechs and a platoon of troop transport/ air support shuttles outfitted and dogfight rated for both atmospheric and vacuum combat.

Ship designation: Fortunate Son'

The vid feed was streamed to the main monitor of The General, the newly dubbed Fortunate Son approached the minimum safe distance for it's primary MAC gun. The ship stationed itself at high anchor above the asteroid firing attitude adjusting engines to orient itself in a way that would blow the giant space rock out of any collision course with Rannoch.

Harry received a notification on his Omni tool that all non life essential power aboard was being diverted to preservation shields and the main FHL MAC. Once the cannon reached its maximum charge Harry gave the order to fire. All that could be seen after a blinding flash was a trail of molten tungsten mist quickly cooling in the void of space. What once was a large asteroid was completely atomized. Nothing was left except space dust.

"All systems functioning at peak capacity, follow up round will be ready in 26 seconds." Came a robotic monotone voice in Harry's ear.

"Excellent load round and follow standby protocall, ready my docking bay please." Harry returned.

"Aye sir." Came a human voice from the same frequency. He was immensely proud of the ship, it was the culmination of many different groups all working together in unison to create a combined representation of all their many skills. It was a pillar of strength in a time where many were confused and or frightened for the future, what with the heretic geth attacking seemingly random colonies and worlds wreaking havoc and bloodshed wherever their platforms made planetfall.

Tali guided the general to the docking bay gently settling into the larger vessel's artificial gravity well and into the cradle with a practiced hand, the magnetic docking clamps locked into the designated spots on the General and the gangway extended allowing Harry, Neville, Mala, and Tali access to the barge. Harry lead the group in the direction of the command bridge of the Fortunate Son, shaking hands and complimenting nearly every crew member he passed on a job well done. After weaving his way through several corridors they arrived at the ships bilateral transit system. A kind of elevator that moved up and down the decks of the ship as well as forward and aft between the vacuum bulkheads Harry insisted on having. Justifying his decision by arguing that

"If the titanic would have had proper sealed bulkheads she probably wouldn't have broke in half or even went down at all."

After three blank stares and one history lesson later they all agreed that a space faring vessel that had a high chance of being shot at should probably have proper bulkheads rated for violent decompression on top of true vacuum.

The transit system moved at blistering speeds ascending more than ten decks and 1500 meters forward in under a minute and a half. Upon reaching the bridge utter chaos was ensuing. Commsmen were shouting into headsets while telemetry was preparing the ship to make a jump. The acting bridge commander came up to Harry and began briefing him in a frantic tone.

"While you were boarding we just received news that the ship known as 'Sovereign' has entered in a collision course with the citadel and has an extensive escort of heretic corvettes acting as a shield. The station is trying to shut it's arms but will be unable to do so before sovereign makes contact. We wait for your command for our next course of action but I would be remiss if I didn't urge you to lend your support to the citadel, there are good innocent people living there that don't deserve to suffer." The commander inhaled sharply after his long winded brief.

Harry contemplated for a moment, should he show his hand now or would he be able to come up with a good excuse for his existence? He didn't know but he would figure it out later, lives were at stake.

"Right you are commander, prepare all stations for FTL travelling, seal all bays and bring the guns in. Get this heap headed for the citadel! If sovereign wants to play stupid games we'll be happy to deliver his stupid prize." Harry called out to the entire bridge as the propulsions officer ramped the engines up to full forward burn.

Upon exiting the relay Harry and crew found an absolute mess, ships were blown apart spewing debris and fluids in all directions, rounds pinged off of the hull of the Fortunate son, and the mayhem of space fighting raged all around them. Harry opened a link to the general comms channel being used by both the heretics and the citadel fleet, he had his commsman boost his signal so it would drown out all other chatter.

"We came to chew bubblegum and kick ass, and we're all out of bubble gum." There was a split second of complete radio silence from both sides before Harry demanded with every bit of authority he could muster,

"LIGHT THESE MOTHERFUCKERS UP!" and they did, Harry's ship carved a path of destruction the likes of which even the krogan couldn't produce. The scale of the carnage was massive, glorious, and most importantly, precise as a razors edge. Not a single round hit a citadel designated ship. The heretics on the other hand we're not able to count themselves as lucky. Hundreds of ships fell to the firepower Harry brought to this fight, each round hitting with such force that their targets literally shattered. Harry surveyed the carnage with pride in his eyes knowing he was making good on his promise to the geth he had riskily allied himself with.

Harry saw that the side fighting was, for the most part, taken care of, with the citadel fleet mopping up what was left. Then he saw the beast of a ship hovering at the center of the citadels arms near what he remembered to be the presidium based on maps he had studied prior to this fight.

"All ahead full, engage point blank maneuver! Divert nonessential power to preservation shielding!" Harry commanded

"Aye sir!" Was the quick response he received while the crew hurried to complete their assigned tasks.

"Status of the main gun?" He asked his weapons commander

"Loaded and charging sir!" She replied with gusto.

"Trajectory locked and firing solution acquired!" The weapons tech supplied.

Point blank was a maneuver they had quickly developed while en route to the citadel that involves ramming the enemy ship clear of the station itself then unloading the main gun right into it at almost no distance. It was risky but Harry had faith in his eggheads. They said the numbers worked out so he believed them, they had yet to be wrong and if by some chance they were wrong he figured he probably wouldn't be alive long enough for it to become HIS problem.

BOOOOM!

The ship rocked as contact was made with sovereign. Whatever it was doing with the presidium was rudely interrupted by millions of tons of earth made hate manifested in the form of a massive ship to ship ramming plow.

How could sovereign not have seen this coming? Who was this new player? Could they be controlled? Would they fight for him? All these questions would remain unanswered as he and two detached limbs were thrust away from the space station. Sovereign attempted to regain his bearings only to find himself staring down a slightly glowing hole on the ship that had managed to dethrone him from the citadel.

"EAT LEAD BITCH!" was all that could be heard from the entire bridge as a human right hand slapped a deliciously large red button. That button discharged every bit of energy that had been building since the start of this entire encounter. 1800kg of tungsten and element zero began their short journey. Rapidly building speed, auxiliary magnets forced the massive slug into a spin stabilizing the round and pushing it forward simultaneously. The round continued building speed for exactly 5 kilometers beating out even light. Upon exiting the Mac cannon, the round found it's journey into the wide unknown blocked by several comparatively weak layers of purple ish armor and a great many systems that once gave a machine life.

No more

The round ripped through sovereign with such force, it blew each leg off in a different direction and split it's hull in twain.

The entire citadel fleet sat in shock and awe. This ship did with a single round what every ship in their entire fleet combined could not. Who was this? Were they friendly? All they knew was that the savior ship was broadcasting a simple message on all channels.

"Drag what is left to the nearest star and burn it."