Chapter 15:
Date: July 29th, 2077, 7:58 P.M.
I looked upon the massive Geth station, which was a newly finished space station. It was a project that was undertaken in the year of 2091. They had planned to build it to where it would be 80 kilometers long, twice the size of the Citadel. Of course, they had gotten Quarian support to build it, but it was a project that they mostly undertook on their own.
Mass production of nuclear warheads had already been started, each new development of a warhead was tested on a barren dwarf planet. The Quarians showed an impressive feat by developing several nuclear warheads. Those warheads were mostly Element Zero infused thermonuclear missiles. The best accomplishment of the United Rannoch Government Nuclear Research Facilities was their ability to create a clean nuclear weapon.
The clean nuclear weapon, or CNW for short, was designed to have little to no radioactive fallout. A downside to the CNW was its low yield of 20 megatons of TNT, which was two times as powerful as the Ivy Mike test in 1952. As of now, we were testing a new development in the URGNRF. It was nicknamed 'The Bane of the Reapers', for its high yield of 700 megatons of TNT.
The Bane of the Reapers was designed to be much more powerful than the Tsar Bomba dropped in 1961 by the Soviet Union back on Earth. And I was observing its detonation.
The Geth and Quarian ships were told to get to a minimum safe distance of 94 million kilometers away. I was told to be one million kilometers from the detonation to record and observe. 30 minutes passed, and I was hailed by a Quarian research ship.
"Detonation is in ten seconds, prepare yourself."
"Roger that."
After ten seconds passed, I started to feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I saw a bright flash in the distance, which signaled that the bomb had detonated. The testing site was near a star, which was 4000 years away from its death.
Another flash occurred after the detonation. A blinding white light sped towards the Bermuda, and I felt my skin start to melt off. The star had gone into a supernova from the detonation of the Bane of the Reapers.
My blood started to boil from the heat that the supernova gave off, and the last thing that I heard was a hail from a Quarian vessel. "Keelah. Kyle, are you there?" There was a small pause from the other end of the line. "Kyle! I repeat, are you still with us?"
For a moment, everything seemed calm, and then the Bermuda's armor started to get ripped off. The internal components were fried, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop the madness.
The hail came up again, this time the line was panicked. "Supernova detected, get out of the system, and activate FTL! Kyle Terrah is presumed dead, get out of the system now!"
"The EMDrive is not responding! The Bane of the Reapers EMP'd us, we're dead in the water!"
"Very well, send a message to the nearest comm buoy, wipe our systems of all information on Inusannon technologies. Authorization code 4102-11948-Xerta. This is ordered under the command of Officer Tev-"
The Quarian was cut off as I took my final breath. The Bermuda's structure collapsed a few seconds later, after that the Element Zero/EMDrive core collapsed.
'The void will now serve as your tomb, Interloper.'
Date: July 30th, 2077.
The dreams from the night before haunted me, especially the last sentence. Every time I thought about it, the memory sent chills down my spine.
Sirius and I talked with Samara about the hunt for Morinth. According to Sirius, he had only scratched the surface of the extranet and it would take him a few more years to find a trace of Morinth.
Date: July 31st, 2077.
Lyna and I discussed the possibility of using a larger version of a tactical cloak to hide the Bermuda from the eyesight of our enemies. Sirius butted in and said that it was possible, but the technology would take a long time to develop with the 'primitive' technology of this cycle. Though he did note that it would be extremely useless in space.
Date: August 1st, 2077
We had exited FTL and proceeded to the Tassrah Mass Relay. I still couldn't tear my eyes away from the Relay as we approached it, even though Sirius had warned me that staring directly into the core of the Mass Relays could cause visual damage.
The near-instant transit of the Relays took the Bermuda to the Tikkun system. What would have taken centuries to reach with a standard FTL drive, took all but a few seconds with the Relays.
Sirius, patch me into the intercom. I need to inform my crew that we're arriving at Rannoch.
'Your 'crew'? Last I checked, Lyna was the captain of this vessel.'
Just patch me into the intercom, I'm not in the mood for your sarcasm.
'Fine.'
A beep emitted from my omni-tool, informing me that I was patched into the intercom. "We're two astronomical units away from Rannoch. I suggest that everyone gets their stuff ready. Also, in case it wasn't obvious, we'll be visiting the Migrant Fleet to get Daro'Xen before landing on Rannoch for the competition."
I shut off my omni-tool, therefore cutting the link with the intercom. I got up out of the pilot's seat and picked up my Phaeston that was leaning on the seat. I got halfway to the elevator when I received a ping on my omni-tool. The ping alerted me of a message from Daro'Xen. '[Kyle, when you left a few days ago, the Migrant Fleet found and recovered a Prothean vessel out of the Satent system. They are waiting for you to arrive and it looks like the Bermuda has already shown up on their sensors. Somehow, they detected an anomaly inside of the vessel, you're to inspect it when you reach the Fleet.]'
Why would they wait for me to come back to the Migrant Fleet to investigate the derelict Prothean ship? Something doesn't add up.
'I agree, I'll infiltrate their network to see if there is any information for the vessel.'
Tell me what you find.
'That is what I plan to do.'
'[Xen, we were coming to pick you up for a training session, but if there is an anomaly aboard the ship, then I'll investigate what it is.]' I sent the reply back.
I went over to the elevator and took it down to the second floor. I stepped out and saw Lyna browsing over something on her omni-tool. Lyna spotted me and waved me over to her. "I was contacted by Daro'Xen, she says that there's some kind of Prothean ship that we are supposed to investigate before we pick her up."
"I got the same message, I'll be taking you and Samara aboard the ship just in case things go haywire," I replied as I was strolling over to Lyna.
I got a good look at Lyna. She had a Serrice Council pistol at her hip as well as an Asilic SMG. "While we wait for Samara to get over here, I wanted to ask something," stated Lyna and she smiled at me.
I picked up my backpack and the Striker VI off of a nearby crate before replying to Lyna. "Don't leave me hanging, Lyna. What is your question?"
"About our training, how do you plan to carry two weapons without some sort of sling or magnetic clamp? Better yet, how are you planning to go into combat with no armor?" Lyna asked and looked over me. I was wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
I shrugged and pressed a button on the Striker VI for it to fold up, so I could put it into my backpack. "I'll use up one of my many favors that the Migrant Fleet owes me. I'll get some armor that way."
"You know you could just use some of my armor, or I could get you a suit Asari armor."
"I don't have breasts, Lyna. The Migrant Fleet owes me more than several favors, I'm sure that they can develop armor for me, free of charge."
Samara came out of the hall that led to the observation deck and came right up to me and Lyna. "What is happening? I was led to believe that we were docking with a Quarian vessel, not an unknown frigate."
"Change of plans, the frigate is a Prothean vessel. The Quarians detected an anomaly inside of it, I'll be taking you and Lyna aboard the frigate to investigate," I quickly explained to Samara.
Samara didn't reply, she merely just nodded her head, then stared outside of the viewport, gazing upon the Migrant Fleet. I looked at the shuttle bay window with confusion and saw the Prothean frigate right outside of the window.
"We have docked with the Prothean vessel," Sirius's voice came over the intercom.
Samara stared at me for a couple of seconds before speaking. "Do you know what we will find on this frigate?"
"Anything is possible, I do not know what we'll find in there. Be prepared for anything," I replied to Samara. I was still staring at the Prothean ship right outside of the Bermuda. I set my backpack down and took the Phaeston out of it. "Come on, let's get this over with."
I pressed the button to unfold the Phaeston and walked towards the elevator with Samara and Lyna trailing behind me. We entered the elevator and rode up to the main floor of the Bermuda, where we proceeded into the airlock. "Decontamination in progress, please wait to board The Wrath of Emperor Ikaali," a Prothean-sounding voice flatly spoke.
The airlock opened, revealing a tube to the Prothean Frigate. As I walked through the tube, there weren't too many windows, those windows let me see the Migrant Fleet at its finest.
I proceeded into the airlock of the Prothean ship, which opened mysteriously in front of us as we approached. I activated my omni-tool's flashlight and entered the Prothean vessel. I saw a shadow quickly move out of my field of vision. "If you see any movement, do not attack it until it is proven hostile," I whispered my orders to Samara and Lyna.
"Got it," Lyna whispered back while Samara simply nodded her head.
"I'll activate my cloak and scout around, see what I can find," I whispered to Lyna and Samara.
I activated my tactical cloak and moved deeper into the ship, each step I took echoed into the next room. I looked over to a console which had red error messages all over it. I walked up to the console, and started to read the messages.
As soon as I got close enough to read the message, the console flashed and displayed two sentences. [Boarders detected, one Inusannon and two Asari. Activating main generators, deactivating cryogenic stasis.]
'There is a Prothean in the room to your left. I recommend that you head back to Lyna and Samara.'
There's Protheans other than Javik that are alive?
'Yes, we came just in the nick of time. If we arrived in 2080, they would have died due to their systems failing. Expect disorientation, they might attack you as you are a boarder.'
I didn't sign up to take care of disoriented Protheans. Take control of their systems, let the Quarians deal with it.
'I may be an Inusynthetic, but I'm not able to crack through Prothean firewalls in a short amount of time. Especially when I'm browsing through the extranet looking for Morinth and managing your luxury corvette.'
I shut off the connection with Sirius and turned my head to the room to my left. I saw two cryogenic pods open up at the same time. As the pods opened up they let out loud high pitched noise. I heard Lyna yell. "What in the name of the Goddess herself is that noise?"
I pushed myself away from the console that I was previously standing at, and sprinted back the way I came. My cloak deactivated as I ran to the Asari. Samara's voice echoed through the hallways, giving me a hint to where they stood. "I believe that Kyle may have activated something that he shouldn't have."
"Remind me not to give him access to ancient technology," Lyna said, looking at Samara with a frown on her face.
"Now is not the time for jokes, Rilac."
A ping on my omni-tool alerted me that my tactical cloak was recharged. I caught the gaze of the two Asari, who waved me over to them. "I'm pretty sure I did something wrong," I whispered in a panicked state.
"No shit..." Lyna trailed off, and aimed her SMG at my head, she looked like she was ready to pull the trigger. I was about to raise my arms above my head in surrender, when I heard something behind me. I quickly turned around, which turned out to be a mistake on my part.
A cold three fingered hand lifted me up off the ground by my shirt collar. Four orange colored eyes stared into mine, the hand around my collar tightening its grip. I lifted my foot up in response, and kicked the figure in the abdomen, trying to get it to drop me to the floor. I heard a growl, and I was flung into a wall by the figure.
I caught a glimpse of Samara and Lyna with their biotics activated, the figure rushed forwards, pinning Samara against a wall, and holding Lyna's Serrice Council pistol to Lyna's head. "You will tell me why you are trespassing upon on my frigate, and why an Inusannon is with you," the figure spoke in a raspy voice.
I slowly pushed myself up off the floor, my body aching from being flung into a wall. I softly inhaled, before approaching the figure. "We did not mean to trespass. We were asked to investigate a mysterious frigate that was approaching the Migrant Fleet." I lied, as I could not tell the hostile figure that I ordered a few Quarian ships to pull it out of another system.
"I do not appreciate when people lie to me. You may be an Inusannon, but you have trespassed upon my ship, and that makes you an enemy of the Prothean Empire," the figure said, and strengthened its grip on Lyna's neck. "I'll give you one more chance to tell the truth. If you lie again, I will kill you, and enslave your primitive comrades."
I quickly thought up a plan to get it to join my side. "How about I tell you what you want to hear, and then we can work together for a common goal. That goal is eliminating the Reapers."
I looked at the Prothean and squinted my eyes, it blinked and studied me. "So my people did not defeat the Reapers?" The Prothean asked, gently taking her hand off of Samara, and lowering the pistol that was aimed at Lyna's head. The Prothean's voice was higher pitched than what I expected. I assumed it was a female Prothean due to its head structure and tone of voice.
I glanced over to the two Asari, who were just now recovering from their near death experience. Lyna was the first to get up, activating her biotics and slowly approached the Prothean as she was distracted by me. I quickly shook my head, ordering Lyna to stand down with my facial features. Lyna looked at me, and backed away to help Samara up.
I shook my head and looked to the ground, wanting to apologize to the Prothean. "No, your people died fighting for their lives. From what I know, there are just a few remaining Protheans that are alive in cryo-stasis," I quietly said, raising my head up to look at the Prothean's facial features. It looked like it was sad, but surprised at the same time.
"How much time does this cycle have to prepare for the Reaper invasion?"
"109 years, if you must know. I've already started to prepare the species of the galaxy for the invasion."
The Prothean stared at me for a second, before quickly rushing forwards, grabbing my arms, and staring into my eyes. Her eyes turned from a deep orange to a light blue. While this transition was happening, I felt another presence enter my mind. It definitely wasn't as pleasant as an Asari melding process.
[-]
Date: Unknown month, unknown day. 48141 years before discovery of The Wrath of Emperor Ikaali.
A green particle beam streaked across space, hitting a Reaper's kinetic barriers and immediately disappearing. The Reaper roared, firing its magnetohydrodynamic beams towards the attacking ship.
The ship had the same appearance as a Prothean frigate, it jumped out of the system, leaving a nuclear mine behind it.
The mine blew up as the Reaper spun up it's FTL drives, ready to chase after the frigate. The capital-class Reaper lit up in flames, engulfed by the nuclear fire. "Hostile Reaper eliminated. Warning: Reaper Fleet forming an attack on the colony of Fehl Prime. Mass Relay is surrounded by twenty Reaper Sovereign-class vessels, and four indoctrinated vessels," a synthetic voice informed the captain of The Wrath of Emperor Ikaali.
"I see… Is there any other exit out of the system?" the captain nervously asked.
"Recommendation: Prepare remaining crew members for cryo-stasis. We will monitor the systems of this ship until the Reapers have given up their search," the synthetic voice said again, making the acting captain sigh.
"Very well… Do not wake us until we are boarded, or there are confirmed reports that the Reaper Threat has been eliminated."
"Acknowledged."
The captain pushed herself up from where she sat in a throne-like seat. She waited until all of her crew members were in stasis, then entered into a stasis pod. "The souls of the past emperors will guide us to salvation, and it shall not be through our destruction."
[-]
"You are Kyle Jonathan Terrah, an Inusannon experiment. You are 25 years old, and you were taken from your homeworld 62 years ago via Inusannon interference. They experimented on you and you became an Inusannon/Human hybrid, or an Inuhuman. You also have an Inusynthetic that has the designation of Sirius-928," the female Prothean muttered under her breath.
I nodded my head slowly and glanced behind me to Lyna and Samara. Both of the Asari were standing still, not moving a muscle. I looked back to the female Prothean that had infiltrated my mind and injected her visions into my brain. "What did I see while you were gathering my information?"
"You saw my most recent memories of the Prothean Extinction, as well as my cowardice against the Reapers," the Prothean trailed off at the last part.
"Ah, well we can talk about that later. As of now, I suggest that you stay with the Geth and the Quarians for a few years. Before I say anything else, the Geth are a race of AIs made by the Quarians. Don't reveal anything about yourself to the rest of the galaxy. I wouldn't want to cause mass panic in the galaxy before the Reapers arrive, we need to be subtle about this," I explained.
The female Prothean nodded. "I think that would be the best course of action. We will stay with the primitives for now, hopefully try to advance their technology. I now know the languages that you know. For now, you can call me Delaki."
Samara finally said something after standing in shock for the whole conversation. "I never thought I would meet a Prothean, it is an honor to meet you."
Delaki stared at Samara in amusement. "'An honor to meet me.' That's cute. I would have expected you to be worshipping me right now… Oh how things change, because the last time that I saw your species, they were on the ground kneeling before my people."
Okay, I did not expect her to say that…
'I didn't either, this will certainly be an amusing reaction.'
"What…" Lyna stared at Delaki with a confused look plastered on her face.
"I believe you can figure it out yourself. If primitives using stone tools could understand what I meant, then you can figure it out yourself," Delaki chuckled, and took a step towards Lyna.
Lyna immediately backed away from the Prothean, activating her biotics as she did. "Don't take a step closer to me… I'll be sure to make your life a living hell."
"Oh? An Asari with an actual gut? I never thought I'd see the day," Delaki condescendingly chuckled. I could see four figures standing in the shadows, simply staring at us blankly, "Taunts aside, give me a moment to talk with the remainder of my crew… We need to plan out our actions."
I sighed, and put my hand on the Prothean's shoulder, forcing her to look at me. "I think that we should dock with a Quarian medical ship known as the Vertilex. I'd recommend seeking either medical help, or refuge there."
Delaki nodded her head, knowing that was the best course of action. "I'll confirm that with my crew… Hopefully we can convince the Quarians to build a device known as the Crucible."
My eyes widened, and I quickly shook my head. "I don't think that's the best course of action. Based on what Inusannon databases have told me, the Crucible will backfire, and the Reapers will not be destroyed."
"Then those databases lied. When we found a living Inusannon Intelligence in the final days of the Prothean Empire, it told us that the Crucible was the only way to defeat the Reaper Threat," the Prothean sighed.
'I need to speak to the Prothean, activate your omni-tool so I can explain a few things to her.'
You know that the Protheans absolutely hate AIs, right? I mean, even as this Prothean didn't react to the Geth statements, she could still hold hostilities against you.
'I do not care, open up your omni-tool now.'
Fine.
I activated my Nexus IV, letting Sirius display itself in front of the acting Prothean captain and her crew. His form appeared in front of her, seemingly startling her quite a bit. "I've been listening in on your conversation with Kyle. It seems that you found a corrupted Inusynthetic, I believe the organic term would be indoctrinated," stated Sirius, it's hologram circled around Delaki.
"Corrupted Inusynthetic? I have never heard that term before, but I am interested in hearing more about your host's claims about the Crucible being another trap by the Reapers."
Sirius pulled up a few screens from his database, making my omni-tool serve as a projector for the holographic displays. "A Corrupted Inusynthetic is an indoctrinated Inusynthetic. In the early days of our conflict with the Reapers, we found a Katazogi data cache on the planet of Izosegador IV. It contained information on the Crucible which gave us the intelligence on the device being another way to harvest the species of the galaxy. When the Crucible fires, if a species ever gets to that point, the device will backfire, leaving the Reapers alive, and the species defenseless. All of their technology would be deactivated, all of their augmented soldiers would be vaporized."
A holographic screen formed in front of the Prothean, revealing all of the information that Sirius had on the matter. It displayed pictures of the race known as the Katazogi, and had small readings on the Crucible's true functions. From what I could see, one of the sections stated that when the Crucible fires, it lets out a powerful electromagnetic pulse. The Reapers are then able to harvest the species from their malfunctioning ships.
Delaki read through the sections, often blinking her four eyes in disbelief at what she was reading. She eventually took a step back, and closed her eyes, shaking her head from side to side. "This doesn't make sense… Why didn't the Inusannon inform us about this? Why didn't they prepare us so that we would stand a chance against the Reapers?"
"We attempted to contact your race. Sadly, we had to escape from the Reaper threat before we were able to establish communications with your race," Sirius blankly stated.
Delaki squinted at Sirius, then turned her gaze towards me. "As much as I hate to say it, I believe the both of you. After the rehabilitation of my crew and I is complete, I expect for myself and my crew to be treated more than fairly while with the younger races. I'm not entirely happy about working with AI either, but any enemy of the Reapers is a friend of mine."
"Kyle, I do not believe that we should continue with the idea of your 'training.' Given what has happened recently, I think we should just contemplate what to do next," whispered Samara.
I temporarily ignored Samara to reply to Delaki. "We'll need all the help that we can get to prepare for the Reapers. It is also nice to hear that you will work with the younger races to prepare for the Reaper invasion."
"Working with them should be interesting, as opposed to having them work for me. I suppose that cooperation is better to prepare."
I nodded at Delaki and motioned Samara and Lyna towards the airlock. "Before I leave, I must say that the Quarians and the Geth have been recently allied. Don't try to cause any problems with them."
"Understood, InuHuman."
Date: August 2nd, 2077.
The Bermuda docked with the Vertilex after departing from the Prothean ship. I had just put on my breathing mask when Ithera walked up to me. "I can't believe that you've actually allied my people and the Geth. Seeing Rannoch in real life is breath-taking."
"It's amazing what a combination of Inuhuman and Inusynthetic can do, isn't it?" I replied after I finished equipping the Asari breathing mask.
Vodnik put on his mask and walked up behind Ithera. "Ithera, you're staying aboard the Bermuda while Kyle and I get Daro'Xen."
"I'm going with the both of you, you'll need someone to guide you around the Vertilex. I grew up here, I know my way around," stated Ithera, trying to sound like he had authority in the matter.
I rolled my eyes and snorted. "I brought Daro'Xen to the Vertilex for medical treatment, I know where to get her. If I get lost for whatever reason, Sirius will tell me where to go. You're staying on the Bermuda until we get everything sorted out, and that is final."
Ithera glared at me and eventually walked away. "Bosh'tets," Ithera muttered as he left the room in defeat.
Vodnik shrugged and proceeded into the airlock, I followed him shortly afterwards. The decontamination process activated, clearing Vodnik and I of the bacteria that could infect the air of the Vertilex.
When the airlock opened, Vodnik and I were greeted by the same group of Quarian marines that I had met about a week ago. They were less hostile than when I first met them, so I easily spotted Lera'Gerrel in the six-man squad of Quarian marines.
Daro'Xen was leaning against one of the windows which looked out upon the rest of the Migrant Fleet. "It's about time you arrived. I was starting to think you would never show up, Kyle."
"Well, I did have to establish first contact inside of that Prothean vessel. Turns out the anomaly aboard the Prothean frigate, The Wrath of Emperor Ikaali, was real, live Protheans," I said with an amused tone.
"Protheans. You found actual Protheans. I don't believe it."
"You better start believing it, right now they're heading to this ship for refuge and medical examinations."
"Rehabilitation? For what?"
I sighed. "Okay, so you're saying that you would be completely fine with your species being wiped out from the Reaper Invasion, and you only find out 50,000 years later? Because I'd be pretty pissed off if I slept through that."
"Do you have to be sarcastic?" Xen asked, crossing her arms over her breasts.
I nodded my head as a reply and leaned back against a wall. Vodnik chimed into the conversation. "Based on what has happened in the last few hours, Kyle, I think we should call off the training. I'd recommend that you just have your Asari friend to improve your combat skills."
"Are you serious?" I asked, and looked at Vodnik with a dirty scowl on my face. "Of all the people that would have backed down from training, I'd never expect it to be you."
"I do not make jokes, Kyle Terrah. You are a civilian, you are not ready for this. Even with me by your side, you'd only be a dead weight. Train with Lyna Rilac instead of jumping right into combat when you don't know what you're doing," Vodnik turned around and stared out of one of the viewing windows. He stood there for a few moments before turning back to me. "I'm going with Samara, her sense of 'justice' appeals to me. In the years that I am gone, you will hone your combat skills to the best that they can be with Lyna's help."
"So you're leaving? Just like that? After all that we have been through?" I asked, completely dumbfounded by Vodnik's sudden statement.
He nodded in my direction, then crossed his arms together. "I don't have the patience to deal with all of this political bullcrap that has been going on in the past few weeks. Honestly, you can play peace-maker all you want, but my purpose is to fight, not be a politician."
"If Samara found out about your origins, she would most likely kill you due to her code. I don't even know where you came from, or what you did for a living, but going with her is a big risk."
"You act as if I would spill every bit of information on me. I'm not going to tell Samara anything, and if she asks, I'll make something up."
I shook my head at Vodnik, a frown coming onto my face. "Okay. Look, if you want to go with Samara and risk your life, that's fine by me. Just put more thought into this, because I certainly don't want to be the only Human in the galaxy for 70-80 years."
"I've already made up my mind, and you won't be able to dissuade me."
I knew that I could not change Vodnik's mind on this matter, so I just exhaled and turned my head towards Daro'Xen. "Before we part separate ways, I'll need everyone to listen for a few seconds. During the discussion of Geth/Quarian peace, Ferryn'Artrem vas Moreh did not agree with the alliance that I was speaking of. She attempted to sabotage the diplomatic meeting by holding Kapo'Xen at gunpoint."
Xen stepped back for a moment, she stared at me second. "The Fleet has been going off because of this for a couple of days, no one believed it at first. From what I know, she's a very experienced fighter, even when her main occupation is cybernetic experimentation."
"She was about to shoot him when his kinetic barriers were down. Fortunately, the Geth Platform that I brought into this system to discuss the alliance intervened and effectively disabled her. I do have a question, what type of cybernetic experiments did Ferryn conduct?" I nervously inquired, as I feared what Ferryn might have experimented with.
Xen pulled up a screen on her omni-tool, and showed a few pictures to me. The devices in the pictures were dark purple, and the devices pulsated with blue biotic energy. I stepped back for a moment, knowing exactly what the devices were. "Are those things still on the Migrant Fleet?"
Daro shook her head and looked at me quizzically. "They were delivered to a Turian colony as a gift. Why do you look so panicked, they were harmless?"
'Reaper technology. The Reaper tech that we saw in those pictures, they are used to indoctrinate an entire planet. Ferryn'Artrem is most likely indoctrinated, as well as millions of people.'
Do you know of any way to force the indoctrination out of someone's mind? If it is possible, then I want to know how it works. Just in case the Reapers manage to indoctrinate someone of major importance.
'Well, you can kill them, but I don't think that was the answer you were looking for.'
While keeping them alive, jeez you are like a Virtual Intelligence at times.
'I was only joking. It takes a long time to force the indoctrination out of someone's mind, a few months to be exact. And that's with Inusannon technology. It has only successfully worked once. If we were to attempt that with Quarian technology, it would take a century.'
Right. Even more reason to find the remnants of your people.
I looked at Xen in complete and utter fear, I slightly panicked. "What was the Turian colony? How many people were on it?"
"It was the Turian colony of Invictus, the population is about 280,000,000. You're acting stranger than usual. What is wrong with you?"
"Words can't even describe how much the Quarians screwed up by not destroying that technology. That was Reaper technology, it may not make much sense now, but that entire colony needs to be destroyed," I shakily said, my voice fluctuating as I spoke. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that almost three hundred million people were indoctrinated by the Reapers.
Daro'Xen shook her head and sighed. "As I've said before, those devices are harmless. Though some members of the Moreh did complain of headaches while the devices were on the Moreh."
"And how long were these devices on the Moreh?"
Daro'Xen was about to reply, but was cut off by many mechanical noises of the Vertilex. I looked outside of the viewport, and saw The Wrath of Emperor Ikaali beginning its docking procedures.
A/N: This was a pretty confusing chapter to write. I've started to develop sound effects for some of the weapons that will be used in the future of ME: B. As well as some soundtracks.
This chapter was pretty long, and I am sorry about any delays that may have occurred while getting this chapter out.