Chapter 20 - The Death of the Reapers
All things considered, it was remarkably anticlimactic.
The galaxy had expected someone ultimate battle between the Reapers and the other species. And they had sort of gotten that on Digeris. But when they had fired the real Crucible, all of the Reapers had simply died.
Instantly.
After about a few hours, the fact that the Reapers were gone finally sank in.
And then they started fucking partying!
-e&d-
Over two weeks later, there was still hardly a sober person in the galaxy. This was a victory for all the galaxy, for all species. Almost EVERYONE was in a good mood. Billions of new babies were conceived on wild nights. Drugs - SO MANY DRUGS. And of course, dozens and dozens of ceremonies and memorials.
It took them about a month to really get settled in.
-e&d-
"On behalf of the Asari Republics, I am proud to announce our ratification of the Galactic Confederation treaty!"
The entire assembly cheered. Despite being the originators of the idea, some particularly stubborn Matriarchs had tried to veto the Republics' entry into the Confederation. The rage of the entire galaxy quickly changed their minds.
It was a new day. They had defeated the Reapers. The greatest threat the galaxy had ever known. And now they had been reformed as a single people, united by shared pain and common values.
The future looked bright.