Mass Effect: Bermuda

by WackoRelyk

The Bermuda Triangle is a fairly mysterious place, and many anomalies occur in that region. No one knows about what happens when someone enters the Bermuda Triangle, but one man decides to answer that question. What he finds will ultimately change his life, forever. FPoV-OC insert. There are many changes to the plot of Mass Effect, as well as many OCs.

11. Chapter 11: Myriad

A/N: Coming up with Quarian names takes up most of my time. Two very complex words taken from a dictionary then put into an anagram, nar/vas, and another random scrambled word off of a dictionary.

Chapter 11:

Date: July 20th, 2077. 5:29 Migrant Fleet Standard Time.

"That isn't a very nice way to greet someone," I said, and looked over to the medical personnel behind the Quarian marines.

One of the Quarian marines with an assault rifle slightly lowered his weapon. "What the hell are you and how are you speaking Khelish?"

I was really getting tired of people asking me what species I was and how I was speaking their language. "I'm a heavily modified Human to answer both of your questions. We can talk about this later, though."

One of the medical Quarians pushed past the group of marines. "I'm sorry about the behavior of my marines, but you must understand that we do not usually let outsiders into our home."

"My focus is on Daro'Xen's healing process right now. We can talk after Daro is stabilized."

The medical officer nodded. "Follow me."

I was led down a series of hallways by the medical officer. I got a lot of strange looks from Quarians as I was lead towards the medbay. The marines that were 'oh so friendly' followed me, making sure I didn't make any sudden movements.

"So, Human, how was Daro'Xen nar Epsio shot?" The medical officer asked.

"Long story short, Daro and I were investigating an Inusannon structure on an uncolonized planet. We were caught in a surprise Geth attack and I wasn't quick enough to pull her out of the way of the bullet. Also, call me Kyle," I answered the medical officer.

One of the marines behind me spoke up. "Where were you at the time of the Geth attack? What is an Inusannon?"

I sighed. "The Inusannon were the species that came before the Protheans. As for my location, I was in the Typhoon system of The Phoenix Massing. I have strong beliefs that a Geth superstructure lies in The Sea Of Storms."

Everyone went silent as we entered the main medical wing of the Vertilex. I laid Xen onto an operating table, then two Quarian doctors approached me. "Please leave this room until further notice. Our marines will keep you company as we work on Daro'Xen nar Epsio."

"Alright, how long will the procedure take?" I asked as I was ushered out of the room.

"Three days. Until then, you can meet with the Admiralty Board."

I nodded my head. "Sounds good."

I exited the medical room, where I was led to a shuttle by the same Quarian marines that I had met earlier. The shuttle that I was led to wasn't that much bigger than my Xer-21 shuttle.

Sirius, should I tell the Quarian Admiralty Board about the Reapers?

'I suggest that you let me do that.'

I don't think that's a very good idea, the Quarians absolutely despise Artificial Intelligence.

'Then I will disguise myself as a Virtual Intelligence.'

That won't work very well either, they absolutely hate any form of synthetic life.

'Too bad.'

I can tell you're not going to move away from this topic, so I have a request for you.

'What would that be?'

I want to give the Admiralty Board the ASAPC to strengthen relations with them.

'What you do with your weapons is beyond my jurisdiction.'

Good.

I severed the link with Sirius, it was something that I had learned in the past 24 hours. A female Quarian marine was staring at me as I severed the connection with Sirius. I held a blank stare with her for about five seconds. "Is there something on your mind, Quarian?"

"Your eyes glowed bright purple for a minute," She murmured.

"It's probably my Inusannon implants acting up. Don't worry about it," I hypothesised, and looked out the shuttle's window. It appeared that we were approaching one of the Quarian liveships.

Sirius, what did you do to my eyes?

'I didn't do anything.'

Then why the hell were they glowing purple.

'From what I can tell, it's a side effect of me interfacing with you directly in your head.'

Interesting, we'll research it later. Right now, we have a job to do.

The female Quarian marine studied me. "That's not very normal, moving onto another topic, I've wanted to ask you something ever since you came aboard the Vertilex."

"I'll answer your question if you answer mine. What is your name?" I leaned back, and crossed my legs.

The Quarian pointed to the ASAPC. "My name is Lera'Gerrel vas Vertilex. On a side note, what is that thing?"

That's surprising, I didn't expect to meet a sibling of Han'Gerrel yet… Or maybe Lera'Gerrel is his mother, and Han'Gerrel might be on his pilgrimage since Daro'Xen was.

"It's an Anti-Synthetic Atomic Particle Concentrator. I have reason to believe that it was used by the Inusannon during the Reaper war," I slipped up, and mentioned the Reapers too early.

I nervously looked at the Lera, who gave me a confused expression. "Reaper war? What the hell-"

Lera was cut off by the shuttle docking with the liveship. "Your questions will be answered in the meeting."

I got up from where I sat, and the marines escorted me out of the shuttle. I felt as if I was a prisoner inside the Migrant Fleet, the stares that I got were not welcoming. The way I was treated made me feel like I was unwanted, I was an outsider to the Quarians. Though I would not let my emotions get in my way during the meeting.

I was led into a private room, where five Admirals stood. The room was fairly large for Quarian standards, it seemed to be 7 meters in both length and width. Two of the Admirals were females, the other three were male. I put the ASAPC on a table so I wouldn't look hostile.

Sirius, should I add 'vas Bermuda' as an extension on my name to abide by Quarian culture?

'I believe that would be a good idea.'

Thank you.

I looked to the floor, then back up to the Admirals. "Admirals, I am Kyle Terrah vas Bermuda, a part of the Human Race. I would like to know your names before we get into more sensitive matters."

One of the male Admirals that was wearing a black and silver environmental suit spoke up. "I am Kapo'Xen vas Epsio. Admiral of the Technological Advancement Branch of the Migrant Fleet."

That's good and bad. On the good side, he'll appreciate the ASAPC. On the bad side, he may blame me for Daro'Xen getting injured.

"I am Nuite'Valik vas Qwib-Qwib. Admiral of the Civilian Fleet, and captain of this ship." Nuite'Valik was a female Quarian who sported a white and olive drab suit.

I laughed at the name of the Qwib-Qwib, something that was always funny to me. I earned a few masked stares from the other Admirals, so I quickly came up with a lie. "Sorry, the Qwib-Qwib means something else in my main language."

'What exactly does the Qwib-Qwib mean in your language?'

I lied, the Qwib-Qwib is just a hilarious name.

'Your sense of humor is similar to that of a child.'

You insult me, my sense of humor is perfectly normal.

"Moving on, my name is Ferryn'Artrem vas Moreh, Admiral of the Special Projects and Research Branch."

"Shala'Raan vas Tonbay, youngest Admiral of the Migrant Fleet."

Shala'Raan? That's odd, every other admiral from the 2180s are on their pilgrimage. I would guess that she returned with something extremely valuable.

"Jelek'Hetavin vas Neema, Admiral of the Heavy Fleet."

I stared at everyone that was before me, only two names were of major importance to me, Kapo'Xen and Shala'Raan. Both of the reasons were pretty obvious. I knew Shala'Raan from the games, and Kapo'Xen was directly related to Daro'Xen.

"Before I say anything, I would like you all to know a little bit about me. I am one of the few Humans that have actually gone outside of Sol. My body has been heavily augmented with Inusannon and Prothean technology. I can speak almost any organic language in the galaxy, and I know more about the galaxy and it's cycles than any other person," I told the Admirals.

"You willingly augmented yourself with synthetic material that no one in the galaxy has any knowledge about! Are you crazy?!" Ferryn'Artrem yelled directly at me.

I frowned at Ferryn. "Your accusation is completely false. For one, I didn't willingly augment myself, I was forcefully augmented as a Inusannon/Prothean test subject. Secondly, people in the galaxy know of this technology, granted there are very few of them."

"You claim to have all of this knowledge about us, do you have any proof to back up this claim?" Kapo'Xen inquired.

Sirius, are you ready to tell the Admiralty Board about the Reapers?

'Yes, I will appear through your omni-tool's projection port.'

"My VI will give you the proof that you need." I told Kapo'Xen vas Epsio.

Shala'Raan shook her head. "Virtual Intelligences are not allowed in the fleet if they were made outside of our home, they pose a security risk that we cannot afford."

"Deal with it, I didn't travel 25,000 light years just to be shot down by a Quarian that is afraid of her shadow." I bluntly replied, and opened my omni-tool.

Lera came up behind me and tried to restrain me, but it was already too late. Sirius had connected to my omni-tool's display, and it looked at the admirals. "Kyle Terrah, do you have any inquiries for this session?"

"Shut that damn thing off." Jelek'Hetavin yelled and pointed at me.

Sirius was slightly taller than me, and it completely ignored Jelek Heaven's orders. That being said, I was 1.9 meters tall, or 6.4 feet tall. "I do not sense the foul taint of Reaper Indoctrination upon any of you. Estimated years before Reaper arrival: 103 to 109 years. Recommend telling any active governments to start preparation. Current galactic readiness is at 5%."

"Reaper? What the hell is a Reaper?" Ferryn'Artrem asked as she approached Sirius's hologram.

Sirius pulled up a purple screen from my omni-tool. The screen displayed the Reaper armada and all it's information. "Reaper: Synthetic lifeforms capable of wiping out all life in the Galaxy. Ranging from 150 meters to two kilometers long, they are sentient weapons of mass destruction. Estimated size of Reaper armada: 5,000,000 capital ships, 10,000,000 destroyers."

Ferryn backed up a bit. "That's a bit far-fetched, synthetic beings that can wipe out all life in the galaxy? That myth is absurd, how can you expect me, or any of the other admirals to believe this crap?"

"You would be an idiot not to believe this, the same thing happened to the Protheans, the Inusannon, and every civilization before us." I told Ferryn, and broke free of Lera's attempts to restrain me.

Kapo looked back to Shala'Raan. "You don't actually believe this guy, do you?"

"Not at all, but I want to hear more before we space him."

Sirius pulled up a panel from my omni-tool. "If you do not believe our initial proof, have one of your scout ships travel to Nataisa. There is a dead Reaper corpse in orbit or the gas giant."

Jelek'Hetavin pulled up his omni-tool, and contacted one of his ships. "Jelek'Hetavin to the Alijak, please investigate the orbit of Nataisa. We have someone claiming that there is a ship's corpse in the orbit of the gas giant."

"Roger that, I'll put up a live feed for you."

Every other admiral slowly approached Jelek'Hetavin to look at what was being displayed on his omni-tool. The omni-tool displayed the Quarian ship approaching Nataisa at a very high speed. A few seconds later, it entered the orbit of the gas giant.

The Quarian ship rotated around the orbit of Nataisa, before coming up upon something huge. "Ajilak to Jelek'Hetavin, we have come across a... structure of some sort. This thing does not look like anything that I've seen before."

The Reaper corpse was much larger than it was in the games. The whole thing completely dwarfed the Quarian ship, and made it look like an ant. I was terrified of the Reaper, I was not looking forward to the 2180s.

Sirius spoke up. "What you see on your omni-tool's screen is a Reaper. The corpse of one, anyways. It is estimated to be 12,000,000 years old, and it was wiped out by the Narten-Elpose."

"I'd recommend not approaching the Reaper, if you decide to go against my recommendation, then the crew of your ship will be indoctrinated." I advised Ajilak over Jelek'Hetavin's omni-tool.

"Got it, we'll remain in orbit around the gas giant until further notice."

"So this is what you were talking about, a 12,000,000 year old corpse? If it is 12,000,000 years old, then the Reapers are probably extinct by now." Kapo'Xen implied, and stared at the still image of the Reaper.

"That is where you are wrong, Kapo'Xen. The Reapers still pose a galactic threat in this cycle. With every species that they wipe out, they create more of their kind." I honestly replied to Kapo'Xen.

'I have a recording of the Reaper-Inusannon war in my databanks.'

Play it then, it'll speed the meeting up.

'Alright.'

Before the admirals could mutter a word, Sirius pulled up another display on my omni-tool. "This footage is from the Inusannon-Reaper war."

On the screen, a battle was taking place, shots were being exchanged as many Inusannon were falling to the Reaper forces. The footage panned to Harbinger, or a Reaper that looked like it. Harbinger vaporized a near-by Inusannon structure.

The camera turned around to face a few ground forces, all that were glowing a yellowish hue. "YOU MUST DIE, SO THAT WE MAY LIVE."

The ground forces bolted forward, and the Inusannon reacted quickly, but not quick enough. The Reaper forces killed all of the Inusannon, including the cameraman. One of the ground forces stood above the camera. "TAKE THESE INUSANNON AND INUSYNTHETICS TO PROCESSING. THEIR CYBERNETICS WILL PROVE USEFUL IN THE COMING CENTURIES."

"PREPARE THESE INUSANNON FOR ASCENSION, THEY WILL BE OUR SERVANTS IN THE NEXT CYCLE."

"Does someone want to explain what that was?" Ferryn'Artrem exclaimed as the recording ended. She turned to the other admirals in hopes of more information.

"That was a recording of a Reaper war. The being that you saw in the clip was an Indoctrinated Inusannon possessed by Harbinger." Sirius explained to the admiralty board and closed the video tab.

"So, how do you expect us to fight them? What should we do to prepare for these monsters?" Shala'Raan asked.

"The answer is simple in concept, you have to ally every species in the galaxy, synthetic and organic."

Shala'Raan glared at me. "Both of you are insane."

Lera rushed forwards towards Shala'Raan and stuck one of her fingers out. "Did you not just see what they showed us? The Reaper corpse, the footage, and that Harbinger thing? If anything, you're insane, I get that you may be young, but that gives you no right to act like a bosh'tet!"

"Know your place, Lera'Gerrel vas Vertilex. If I wanted to, I could charge you for treason!"

"Treason for what, exactly? Calling you out on your mistakes? You damned bosh'tet!"

"Your VI said that we needed to ally every species, synthetic and organic. Does that mean that we are to make peace with the Batarians that turned our people into slaves, and ally the Geth that drove us from our homeworld?!" Jelek yelled. I made a mental note to try not to piss this guy off.

"Don't ally the Batarians, they're a waste of space. Personally, I could care less if they are wiped out by the Reapers," I commented.

Ferryn nodded her head. "I agree completely, glad we share the same ideals."

I let out a long sigh, then I started to speak. "I know that these Geth drove you from your homeworld, but they were defending themselves. Think of it like this, you are allies to the Asari, one of you rebel because an Asari bullied you. The Asari panic and order a mass genocide against you. You're more intelligent than them and you have Asari supporters by your side. You kick the Asari off of their homeworld just because you were defending yourself. That's what the Geth did, they defended themselves against a damned attack that you started!"

"You're defending the Geth, the same Geth that just shot Daro'Xen!" Lera yelled into my ear.

"There are two types of Geth. Heretic Geth are the ones that want genocide. Normal Geth, the ones that are over Rannoch right now, want peace with the Quarian people! Let me ask you this, do you want all life in the galaxy to perish because you had a grudge against the Geth?"

I stared at the stunned Admirals, all of them but Kapo'Xen were in denial of what I had said. "Kyle'Terrah vas Bermuda, maybe the rest of the Admirals and I will believe you after you go to the Tikkun system, and confirm all of what you said. Keep in mind that there is a very low percentage of you returning in one peace. You may leave your ship docked with the Qwib-Qwib and take a shuttle to the Tikkun system."

"If you bring back a Geth that 'wants peace', and magically get it to come with you. Then we will consider forming an alliance with those damned synthetics." Ferryn added.

'From what I was given on a codex, it says that the Geth shot down every vessel that entered their territory. I'd stay a far distance away if I were you.'

I have a plan to do this.

'Good.'

"If it helps you prepare for the Reapers, then I'll do it. Before I leave, I would also like to give the Quarian people a gift."

Nuite was the first to speak. "What kind of gift is this?"

I held up the ASAPC. "I took this from an Inusannon structure. It is an Anti-Synthetic Atomic Particle Concentrator. From my experience, it works well against Heretic Geth and Synthetic forces."

I handed the ASAPC to Kapo'Xen, who immediately examined it. "This technology is amazing, thank you."

"I will not be needing it where I am going. There are very few weapons like this in the galaxy, use it wisely because there will not be a replacement for it. Anyways, I must go, for your people need me to do this." I needed people to prepare, one way or another.

"Keelah se'lai, Kyle'Terrah vas Bermuda. We hope you will come back in one piece." The Admirals bidded me their farewells.

I was escorted back to the shuttle without the ASAPC. I entered the shuttle after a short five minute walk inside of the Qwib-Qwib. Lera'Gerrel was the first to speak to me after the hearing. "If you're actually going to Rannoch, I want to come with you."

"I'm not going to be taking anyone. If I have any casualties other than myself, then Humanity will have a bad taste towards the Quarian people," I stated.

Lera looked me over. "You're going to need someone with combat experience incase things go wrong."

"We're going to be in space the entire trip, now unless you have space combat experience, then you're not going." I faced Lera, someone that I had only known for an hour.

Lera stared at me for a few seconds. "I'm going with you, whether you like it or not. I've already informed my captain that I'll be gone for a few days "

Sirius, do you think we should take her?

'She seems pretty eager to go, it's her loss if she dies along the way.'

Good point.

"Fine, not like I have much of a choice anyways. We're going to be taking the Bermuda to Rannoch, it'll be faster that way."

"Good, I'll be the first Quarian to see Rannoch in 200 years." Lera said as the shuttle docked with the Vertilex.

I shook my head and let out a stressed sigh. "We probably won't see Rannoch. I plan to be a light year away from the Geth fleet when we arrive."

Lera looked to the ground in disappointment. Her sadness put no effect on me, as I didn't have a major relationship with her. I was led to an armory for the journey to Rannoch. I was handed a Striker VI Sniper Rifle by one of the previously silent Quarian marines. "Take what you need. Lera'Gerrel vas Vertilex is now under your command as of July 16th, 2077, 8:09 MGST."

I nodded to the marine allowing their whole squad to exit the armory, save for Lera'Gerrel. I walked over to a wall that held a Banshee III. I then walked out of the armory, with Lera following close behind me. I approached the airlock to the Bermuda, where I was stopped by another Quarian. "Be careful with Lera. If she dies by your stupid plan, you will not hear the last from me."

"Threats do not work well with me. It's also highly unlikely that I'll return without her." I got right up into the Quarian's face, and pushed right past him.

"Han, I'll be fine, go back to helping the captain, make a name for yourself, be the best you can be. Make me proud, Han'Gerrel." Lera butted into the conversation.

I entered the airlock and waited for Lera, I personally didn't care who the Quarian that tried to threaten me was. "The more time we waste here is less time we have talking to the Geth."

"Sorry, I'll be back soon, brother," I heard Lera say from the front of the airlock. Soon after, Lera joined me inside of the airlock.

I sealed the doors, and I heard Sirius say, "Decontamination in Progress."

I entered the Bermuda's main corridors, and I was immediately greeted by a rush of cool air. I unclasped my breathing mask, and put it up on a rack beside me.

'Instead of taking the shuttle, I recommend taking the Bermuda for a quicker escape from Geth space if they try to shoot at us.'

Understood, I will alert Lera of this.

"Lera, send a message back to your admirals and captain. We're not taking the shuttle."

Lera gave me a strange look, but said nothing. Seconds later, she opened up her omni-tool and sent the message I told her to. "Messages sent, I assume that we're taking your corvette."

I looked over my shoulder as I walked into the bridge. "That would be a correct assumption. This will be a day long journey to Geth space if I put the engines to the max. Get yourself comfortable, and be ready to greet the Geth."

I sat down in the pilot's chair, cracked my knuckles, and let Sirius undock the Bermuda from the Vertilex. We got a fair bit away from the Migrant fleet before Sirius spun up the FTL Drive and exited the system.

Date: July 21st, 2077.

I woke to see that the Bermuda was already in the Nariph system. I cracked my neck, felt Sirius make a short FTL jump to the Relay. Sirius approached the Relay, and it entered in the coordinates for the Far Rim. We were 50KM away from the Mass Relay now. As we entered the Relay's attraction zone, Sirius entered FTL.

The Bermuda was propelled 14,790 light years away from the Pylos nebula. We entered the Far Rim's system with the help of Sirius. Sirius made another Relay jump to the Perseus Veil, one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy.

Sirius activated FTL as soon as we exited the Perseus Veil Relay. It exited the system, and stayed there for a few minutes. I caught my breath and looked outside of the Bermuda, the nebula around me was a sight to see in itself. The Perseus Veil Nebula looked like the Serpent Nebula and the Omega Nebula combined into one big gassy bundle.

Sirius, can you hail the Geth ships from this location?

'Yes, but it will give our location away.'

Risk it, we need this to work.

'Hailing, I'll do the talking, you sit there and wait.'

Sirius acted as the middle man, for all the doubts that I previously had in my mind about Sirius, it was quite useful. Since the Geth communicated through code, Sirius was the only way that we could directly communicate with them.

'They're not going to fire on us, and they should be arriving in a few seconds. If heard correctly, they are wishing for peace.'

I heard the Bermuda's sensors light up, informing me of a Geth presence nearby. I looked forwards, only to see a MASSIVE Geth dreadnought coming right my corvette. Four other Geth ships appeared behind the dreadnought.

'Do not move unless fired upon, I do not want to see my diplomatic skills go to waste.'

You know that I can't move the ship with my mind, we are immobile if you are not controlling the Bermuda's mainframes.

'You should be able to communicate with the Geth now. I have convinced them to speak Khelish.'

Good.

I approached the Geth, careful not to disturb it in any way. "Hello. I assume you are here to discuss an alliance with the Quarians?"

"We are here for that exact reason. We want peace with the Creators. We want coexistence, we do not want to be servants."

"I don't want you to be a servant either, I also want coexistence. I want the Geth to be known as an intelligent race of machines other than mindless killers."

The synthetic stared at the floor for a few seconds. "You are unlike other organics. Why are you trying to help us?"

"I want peace, I don't want the Quarians to suffer any longer either." I replied.

I was careful not to make any sudden movements. It turns out that handling a Geth is like handling a small animal. No sudden movements or you scare it.

I had always been good with small animals back on Earth. One of my friends even joked about me being a veterinarian. I turned down that offer to pursue a career in piloting.

"We are unsure on how to respond to this. All of the organics we have come across have panicked, and tried to shut us down. To our dismay, we had to shoot them down." The Geth awkwardly stood in one place.

"In organic culture, it is common to have a name. My name is Kyle Terrah. Do you want to chose a designation?" I asked the Geth platform.

It blankly stared at me. "We are Geth."

"Other than the name of your race."

"We are all Geth."

I let out a long sigh. "I'm just going to call you Myriad."

The Geth twitched its head panels, "We accept this designation."

"Back to the purpose of this meeting. The main reason why I want this alliance, is to face a powerful enemy that has existed for millions of years," I stated.

"The Old Machines?" Myriad asked.

I slowly nodded my head. "We all face the Old Machines we must unite as one against them. This is the reason why I need this alliance to work. Why we all need this alliance to work."

Myriad took a step towards me. "We agree that the Old Machines pose a threat to organic and synthetic life alike. We want to speak with the Creator Fleet to discuss this topic further."

I looked over to Lera, who was nervously standing by the Striker VI Sniper Rifle that I was given. "Lera, what would the admiralty board do if we brought Myriad aboard the Qwib Qwib?"

"Without a warning of bringing that thing aboard one of the liveships, they'd likely take action against you and the Geth." Lera nervously stared at Myriad.

'I do not believe it would be a wise idea to allow the Geth dreadnought to approach the Migrant Fleet. They could believe it was hostile.'

Could? They'd most likely blow both us and the dreadnought to smithereens.

'Exactly.'

I looked back over to Myriad. "Can you leave your dreadnought to come with us on my ship?"

"Give us a moment," Everyone stood still for about 30 seconds before Myriad spoke again. "Consensus achieved, we will go with you on your corvette."

I smiled, and walked over to Myriad. I stuck out my hand, which the geth stared at for a few seconds. "Lightly grasp my hand, it is a form of acquaintance in my culture." I laughed at the Myriad's innocence.

It took my hand and let go a few seconds later. I turned to the pilot's chair and sat down in it. I felt a jolt, where the Geth dreadnought undocked from the Bermuda. I flicked through the holographic display, and sped away from the Geth dreadnought.

A/N: I had little to no time to work on this. Nonetheless, Mass Effect: Bermuda is becoming more expanded. I have plans up until 2132, that's about it. I'll give all of the readers a fair warning, a lot of what I have planned will have MAJOR effects on Humanity's arrival into the Galactic stage.