Title: The What-If First Contact
Rated: T (just in case)
Summary: Galaxy is a huge place, right? Well, this story will explore the what-if situations in first contact scenario. How the Mass Effect races react to different race or different version of human? Each chapter is one-shot.
Warning: This is AU Mass Effect aliens races are from different franchises or similar to those in different franchises. They are own by their respective owner(s).
Disclaimer: This story is purely written for fun and not for profit. Mass Effect is owned by EA.
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Chapter 7: How a mouse can upset a herd of elephants
Somewhere in space…
"Ensign, give me a report." A Turian captain Hurrastus 'requested' in business-like tone with typical flange that the Turians are known for. The captain wants all ships to be 100 percent functional without any issue. The military protocols demand the perfection. There are the reasons why the Turians are considered as military while the Asari being diplomats and Salarians being scientists.
The reputation of the Turian military's might and reliability heavily depends on the Turians, since most, if not all, Turians undergo mandatory military training. The Turian Hierarchy and the rest of the Citadel citizens depend on them to make the galaxy safe from no-good lawbreakers such as pirates and slavers. Usually the Batarians, despite their protest against the accusation, typically are responsible for almost half of the piracy crimes and more than 90 percent of slavery. Silly Batarians hiding behind the law regarding cultural rights.
But that is not the point, because now, Captain Hurrastus want to start the patrol as soon as possible. Meaning right now, in a Turian captain's point of view.
2.89 seconds later…
"Why we're still here? We should be hitting the patrol route yesterday!" Captain Hurrastus barked, feeling impatient. A Turian with pale blue marks on face answered, "Sir, the ships are not 100 percent ready. There has been a minor delay in loading the necessary supplies."
"I want you put that detail in the report-"
"Sir! We are now 100 percent ready!" A Turian with one zig zag-pattern marking on face called out.
"Good. All ships are to head out now." Captain Hurratus ordered, causing the bridge to get busy, "We are late."
"Late for what? First contact scenario?" a blue curve mark face Turian thought with mental scoff as he carried out his duty. Honesty, this is just another day of patrol. Just another patrol on same route that last same amount of time as before with a small chance of anything exciting happening unless some incompetent engineer jammed a wrench into flux something machine part or food poisoning, because of foods got mixed up during delivery.
Almost 6 galactic hours later…
Sure enough, Captain Hurratus's patrol group consisted of only a cruiser and 2 frigates run into nothing but boredom. No pirate ship in sight, no shady smuggling ship, no stray asteroid, no broken ship, no SOS call from nowhere. Just another day of patrolling same route from point A to B, from B to C, and from C to B, and then, from B to A. This is it. This Turian patrol group has been doing this same, boring route of insignificance for almost 3 galactic months. Patrolling and making sure the galaxy is safe and no law is bro-
A terminal suddenly beeped, alerting a bridge member whose eyes moved onto the screen that displays something that will break daily routine. It seems the patrol ships will see something exciting and a chance to enforce the law.
"Captain! A dormant relay has just activated!" A Turian loudly notified, snapping Captain Hurratus out of deep-thinking. A dormant relay? That means a law is being violated! Captain wasted no time.
"All ships! Be combat ready! It's time to enforce the law!"
Just like that with no inspiring speech about how the Turians are helping the galaxy to be safe and how the law-abiding citizens get to enjoy their daily life without worrying about no-good lawbreakers. Simply, because Captain Hurratus couldn't be bothered and he wants to hurry up and catch who or what ever activating a dormant relay.
Being on ships that were built for speed, the Turian patrol reached to the destination within twenty galactic minutes. Captain Hurratus and other Turians on the bridge couldn't help but squinted through the window.
Through the window, the Turians can see the active relay, but where is the perpetrator?
"Sir, I've initiated scan and it detected a small unknown object positioned above us. Slightly bigger than our standard fighters. No weapon detected." A Turian crewmember reported.
"Then, change the angle." Captain Harratus ordered, causing all patrol ships to point 'upward' to see a small object, much to the disappointment as they were hoping to catch no-good Batarian slavers. A small object that has an appearance of metallic eyeball with a large glowing blue eye with multiple lightning that it remind some of the Turians of Asari's primitive invention called 'Colorful Light Ball' in historic museum. Just when the leader of patrol group was about to order, a crewmember called out.
"Sir, the scanner detecting forty lifeforms in that-"
"Are you saying THAT is a ship? Not a probe?" A Turian captain asked incrediously, pointing his talon at a small object that looks too small to be considered as a ship, even for Volus. Forty? Are they dealing with mini-Volus or something?
"Regardless, they still violated the Citadel law." Captain Hurratus said, contemplating on course of action before giving an order, "Send the First Contact transmission, followed by the first warning with standard fines of 500,000 credits or 5 years in prison. Make sure they, being newcomers, have an option to argue if they agree to send their diplomat to the Citadel."
"Sir?"
"What is it?"
"We're not going to shoot them, sir?"
"Shoo-Are you blind? This is First Contact scenario! We're not trigger-happy barbarians! We're civilized law enforcers. " Captain Harratus went on, "The protocol dictates that we send our package first and receive their package. Since they no doubly speak different language and very likely to be primitive, we're giving them two hours."
Looking at sphere-shape ship, a Turian captain scoffed and added, "Beside, we have a cruiser and two frigates and that thing is smaller than our smallest freighter ship. It would be extremely stupid and suicidal for it to engage us in combat. Now, carry out my order."
And so, the Turians did and waited for the unknown race to send its first contact package. Surprisingly, the Turians received the First Contact package after 29 minutes of waiting.
"Package received, sir. The scan detects no virus or malware."
"Good. Open it and start translating."
"Proceeding, sir." A crewmember complied with help of other two crewmembers to translate the unknown alien's First Contact package. The language turned out to be simpler and complicated than the Turians initially thought as the language only consisted of only 8 'letters', unlike Turians' 43 letters.
(NOTE: I'm making up how many letters the Turians have in this story)
The translation process took 45 galactic minutes before finally playing the First Contact package with a terminal lighting up to display a rather fluffy looking alien with two big round eyes, two big fluffy ears, and small arms with 4 fingers each while wearing a mere collared cape and nothing else. Some of Turians feel like squealing, but being discipline military members they are, they kept their professional look.
In squeaky voice, an alien greeted in rather fast pace, "Hellopeopleonunknownbutintimidating-"
"Too fast!" Captain Harratus snapped, "Slow it down!" Spirit, this unknown alien speaks faster than average Salarians. A crewmember rewinded it and fixed the setting before playing it again.
"Heeeelllllooooo-"
"You fool! That is too slow! Fix it!" Captain Harratus snapped against, rubbing his temple. A crew member rewinded and fixed it again before playing it, "Hellopeopleonunknownbut-"
"I will throw you into a brig! This unprofessional ism needs to stop!" A Turian captain barked, causing a now nervous crewmember to quickly explained, "But sir! The package is not compatible with our software and not accepting our setting! For us, it only provides too fast or too slow, sir!"
A Turian captain growled before ordering, "Then makes a transcript and read it out loud! On group-wide communication." And so, a nervous crewmember with help of two same crewmembers carried out a captain's order.
30 minutes later…
To amazement of the Turians, the ships are still in same position with absolutely nothing happening other waiting. No pirate interrupting, no slaver interrupting, no stray asteroid interrupting, not even doomday device interrupting. Just nothing, but waiting without engaging shootout.
"-and so, it is…uh, our hope that we…be…" A same nervous Turian with orange painting on face squinted before continuing, "Bes…ties…and…uhh..."
"For spirit's sake, you can stop right there." Captain Harratus sighed as the transcript turned out to be longer as it contains more words than standard First Contact package size of 300 words or less. But for unknown, bizarre aliens, the package has 3,757 words. Why so many words for simply First Contact?
"Alright, now we get the gist of their package, contact that ship and ask if they will pay fine or not."
"Sir, they already send their reply. 20 minutes ago."
"And? What did they say?"
"They say they do not recognize the Citadel as legitimate government and thus, they will not pay fine." Some Turians scoffed as a crewmember continued, "If we try to arrest them with force, they will consider it as an act of war."
The Turians on bridge turned their head to look at each other before guffawing. What is this small, weaponless Minimim's Science Exploration Mobile Vessel' going to do to the Turians' strong cruiser and maneuverable frigates? Tap them to death?
After getting the bridge back to professional setting, Captain Harratus ordered the ships to start the process of arresting. Whether the Minimims recognize or not, the Citadel law must still be enforced.
"Sir! The vessel is moving away from us!"
"Then tell either frigate to disable its engine! We're arresting them."
A Turian frigate pulled out of a group to fired one of its weapon at Minimim Science Exploration vessel , who managed to dodge all of the projectiles with surprisingly mobility and speed. A Turian frigate fired two of its weapons, but still not landing a hit as a Minimim vessel suddenly went around in circle. As if upset, a frigate began to fire all of its weapons in form of rain of projectiles. Much to shame of frigate's captain, not a single projectile hit.
"How is that possible…" Captain Hurratus muttered as he felt embarrassment that a Turian frigate armed with the up-to-date mass effect weapons failing to disable a small ship that displayed impossibly high mobility and speed. Perhaps, the Minimims are not as primitive as initially thought, especially when they took advantage of its ship's size. But still, who build a spirit-damn science vessel that can fly like a fighter?
"Have other frigate join in and flank it, so it will not escape."
"Sir! Look! It's coming toward us at high speed!"
"What?!"
Sure enough, a spherical ship suddenly flew toward a Turian cruiser with two frigates still firing. As a Minimim ship get closer, a cruiser fired its secondary weapons. Either a Minimim ship has amazing technology or the Spirit within the Turian ships decide to slack off, not a single shot land a hit.
As it get closer and closer while being followed by both frigates that are still shooting, many Turians including Captain Harratus widened their eyes in shock. Captain Harratus cursed and shouted, "Reinforce the barrier! NOW!"
What happened next as a Minimim vessel flew over a Turian cruiser, the projectiles fired from two frigates landed with the impact. Thankfully, the kinetic barrier stood strong, much to Captain Hurratus's relief. His relief turned into growling at the captains of two frigates. They should've known better, Captain Hurratus thought with disgust at the incompetence.
"What's in name of spirits…"
"What is it?"
"It's flying all over us now!"
"Sir, they're still firing at us!"
"Then, tell them to stop firing like imbeciles!" Captain Hurratus snapped irritably. Once this little mess is over, he is going to throw both frigate captains in prison for long time. Or request death penalty for them.
6 galactic seconds later, both frigates finally stopped firing their weapons. At the same time, a Minimim vessel suddenly zoomed away.
"Sir-"
"Follow that ship!" Captain Hurratus growled. This Minimim ship will not get away. Not after they made fools out of the frigates.
And so, all three Turian ships ignited up their thrusters to follow.
Later…
Thankfully, the Turians didn't have to go far to track down a Minimim science vessel as the system they're currently in only have one habitable planet out of 11 planets, orbiting around a large sun. Looking at a habitable planet that is twice the size of Palaven, the Turian ships detected no Minimim ships or defense stations. Only couple satellites that are rather small by the Turians' standard. Seeing them, Captain Hurratus ordered the ships to keep distance from the satellites.
"Sir, the scanning has been completed." A crewmember reported.
"Good," Captain Hurratus nodded, having calmed down, "What does it say?"
"I ran scanning twice to be sure, but we're looking at a rural planet with no sign of city of our standard."
"No city?"
"No, sir. Just towns. They're spread out."
"How many?"
"Counted 37, sir."
"Any sign of anti-ship planetary weapon?"
"None, sir."
"Then what about the satellites?"
"The scanner detected nothing military about them. They're likely to be communication and entertainment."
"Are they transmitting in Minimim language?"
"Yes."
"The planet. I doubt we're looking at the homeworld of their."
"The scanner agreed."
With that, Captain Hurratus has decided.
"Alright, contact the HQ and request for at least, a single battle group. It should be enough to take this planet. For now, we're moving back to that gas planet."
Staring through the window at a green and purple rural planet, Captain Hurratus decided to add, "I want one of the frigates to stay and perform recon without being spotted."
"Right away, sir."
Four galactic hours later…
Swoosh! A toilet flushed as Captain Hurratus walked out of the stall to watch his talons. As he washed, he stared at a mirror, taking in his face and pattern. His red pattern is in need of renewing. After couple seconds later, a Turian turned a sink off and walked out of restroom. Walking at somewhat casual but still tense, Captain Hurratus made navigate the hallways with his eyes glancing at the inactivate klaxon horns.
Amazing, nothing still happen. Captain Hurratus was expecting the Minimims on planet designed as 'GBC-4' to be alarm and send out ships or call for help. But so far, no report of it happening. Either a Minimim science vessel didn't bother to warn the planet or the Minimims are being sneaky. Really sneaky.
As if entertaining, Captain Hurratus's mind asked, "What if rural colony is just a cover and under it are the weapons of mass destruction?"
No, a Turian captain shook his head. That would be ridiculous and he continued walking with the Turians giving him a salute as he passed by. As soon as he reached to the bridge, he immediately asked, "What's the status? Anything from Captain Inkarrus?"
"Still nothing, sir."
"What about our reinforcement?"
"They're-Sir! They now just arriving! Receiving a transmission."
"Let's hear it." Captain and some of the bridge crewmembers turned to look at a terminal displaying a rather tough looking Turian, who spoke without hesitation, "Captain Dargrun here with 137th Battlegroup. You and I will be running this mission."
"Sir!" Captain Hurratus and others quickly gave salute before easing, which Captain Dargrun said, "I want report on our target. Their military, economy, population, and technology."
"The report has been sent." Captain Hurratus said respectfully.
"Good…" Captain Dargrun went silent, presumably reading the report. Once the report has been read, Captain Dargrun spoke, "Captain Hurratus. The HQ agreed with your assessment and therefore, we will begin our policing now."
"We're with you."
"Good. Hold your position. We are proceeding."
Later, the number of Turian ships went from 3 to 28 with 8 cruisers and the rest being frigates. Together, the Turian ships moved toward GBC-4. Captain Hurratus ordered the ships to destroy the satellites. The weapons have been efficient and the Minimim satellites were no more. No doubt the Minimims will be alarmed, which is why the Turians have to strike hard and fast. Starting with the largest town, followed by the near towns.
The cruisers sent out the troop transport ships and fighters that will be escorting 14 frigates into the atmosphere of GBC-4. Captain Hurratus is feeling confident that the mission will be completed within a day or two, considering the lack of anti-ship and anti-air weapon on GBC-4.
On board one of a Turian troop transport crafts…
"Listen up! The bridge has uploaded the map to our omni-tool, so pay a close attention!" Sergeant Hakkas light up his omni-tool to display a map of large town designed as T-01. He proceed to brief, "We've been tasked to take over this small sector with the green dot which we will be landing there directly."
"What about the resistance?"
"Take out the ones with weapon. Do not shoot civilians. We are here to police this planet until the perpetrators have been found. Is that clear?"
A chorus of "Yes, sir!" and "Clear, sir!" could be heard. Satisfied, a Turian sergeant checked his weapon, an action echoed by the rest of squad. A Turian pilot's voice could be heard, reporting, "We have arrived. For the Hierarchy."
The troop transport ship landed, crushing something under it. The hatch door opened with a sergeant yelling, "Go go go!" With the Turian soldiers existing two by two with their rifle ready. Unfortunately, what the map displayed by a sergeant does not fit the actual size of buildings in T-01.
"What the…" One of Turian soldiers muttered as he and others found themselves to be equal in height with most of the buildings. A sergeant exit and was about to give order when he too noticed the actual size of the buildings. Shoot, standing on 'toes', he could see other Turian squads. Why the buildings are so small? Sergeant then remembered that the Minimims are likely to be smaller than Volus. Way smaller than Volus.
A Turian squad designed as Alpha-6 has positioned defensively with the rifles pointing all direction while a troop transport lifted up and flew upward to the sky. After waiting for any of attack from the local long enough, Sgt. Hakkas gave a signal to move carefully and slowly as not to wreck the buildings as the civilians could be hiding in them. Sgt. Hakkas mentally frowned as he felt uneasy with the only sound being the footsteps and the wind.
Surely, T-01 has defenders with weapon, right? Unless GBC-4 has no military or police, which sound silly. What race would run a colony without military or police?
After walking for sort while, one of Turian soldiers called out, "Sergeant?"
"Yes?"
"Do you think we could peek inside the buildings? We might get attacked from the inside of buildings."
"Do it, but take no action if they're civilians."
"What about asking them?"
A different Turian soldier pointed out, "We don't have translator, Ferr."
"Right."
"We will check the buildings as we move." And so, Alpha-6 squad did with building by building. Bending knees, squatting, doing any way to check each window. Strangely, not a single local could be seen. Just miniature furniture.
"Not a single living being." A Turian soldier muttered. A Turian with rifle that is equipped with grenade launcher asked, "You think they've evacuated long before out arrival?"
"Possibly." Sgt. Hakkas spoke as he scanned his surrounding. Later, he and his squad ran into a Turian squad, Alpha-7. After doing the friendly handshake signal and blinking light with omni-tool, the squad leaders could be seen standing, discussing.
"This mission is…might well be accomplished with the town being abandoned. And no sign of resistance." Sgt. Daririen stated with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"I don't feel right about this. It is possible that the trap is waiting to be spring." Sgt. Hakkas voiced his thought.
"Hmm…I too thought about it. But if the trap is waiting, how long before it spring?" Neither has an answer as they have no idea how the Minimims think. For all they know, the locals could rigged the entire town with hidden bombs, but a demolitionist reported no bomb detected. Disease? The omni-tool turned up negative. Just healthy atmosphere that is surprisingly suitable for the Turians to breathe.
Maybe the locals just going to gi-
"Sir! I'm seeing an activity in the sky! Coming from the mountain!" A Turian called out while standing on the buildings that withhold his weight as he look through his rifle scope.
Just both squad leaders and the rest of the squads look at the sky; Sgt. Daririen summed what the squads thought, "Spirit." Sure enough, they could see what it appeared to be a black cloud coming out of a mountain and is heading toward T-01.
Two Turian frigates poisoned above T-01 could be seen moving toward a black cloud that turned out to be a swarm of fighters. Extremely numerous fighters vs two Turian frigates and couple Turian fighters.
The local fighters, as they get closer and closer, are small, Sgt. Hakkas realized. With his omni-tool taking the measurement from the distance, the local fighters are barely the size of Turian head! They are really dealing with the miniature aliens.
The sound of guns could be heard streaking through the sky toward a swarm of local fighters. The local fighters, using impressive coordination, managed to dodge the shots and quickly engaged the Turian fighters with…Spirit, the local fighters' weapon sound like Turian standard rifles!
Sgt. Hakkas and others stared with horror on their face as the local fighters, with their superior number, quickly swarmed the Turian fighters before attacking the frigates. These Minimim fighters, despite being small and weak firepower, are unbelievably fast and maneuverable, unseen by any fighter used by the Hierarchy and other member of the Citadel. And the coordination between them along with the reflex, the local fighters somehow not crash into each other while swarming the frigates.
The frigates fought bravely with their weapons blazing, but they slowly ended up getting torn apart with several escape pods appearing while both frigates could be seen going down. Toward the squads' positon!
"Move, move, MOVE!" Sgt. Daririen shouted as he waved, giving a signal to start running. Not only the squads, Alpha-6 and 7 but also all the Turians in T-01. The squads, 6 and 7 barely managed to put a distance before the frigates crashed, sending debris and dust as well as crushing the local buildings.
Coughing and waving dusts away, Sgt. Hakkas asked, "S-Status check!" One by one, the Turian soldiers said "Green" or suffering minor injury but still green.
"14…15…" Sgt. Hakkas mentally counted and waited for 16th before looking around. Most of the squads are checking their weapon or on lookout. Sgt. Hakkas scanned one by one before realizing that Sgt. Daririen is missing.
"Sergeant Daririen…Are you there?" No answer. Just some of the squad members attempting to stop coughing. Sgt. Hakkas was about to tell the squads when his kinetic barrier flared and the buildings crackling.
"Take cover!" Sgt. Hakkas shouted as he quickly took cover and checked his kinetic barrier only to see that it went down by 19%. Spirits, the enemy fighters have similar firepower to the Turian standard rifle and yet, they managed to down the frigates.
The sound of gunfires continued as the Minimim fighters attempted to take out the Turians in T-01.
"Return fire and move!"
A town designated as T-01 by the Turians was filled with weapons firing and screaming as the swarm of Minimim fighters attacked.
A week later…Now at the Citadel…
Tevos, an Asari Councilor, sighed tiredly as she sat down on her chair which she has been using for over 200 years since the replacement of previous chair. Next to her are Sparatus and Vallernern who are Turian and Salarian respectively.
Today is not going to be a good day, Tevos thought as her hands fixed her usual Councilor dress. Not since the First Contact with the Minimims and the first skirmish of GBC-4 now identified as Beautifully-Green-Orb (in Minimims' name or so the translator said). When the Salarian STG found out and forward the report to a Salarian military with one of the leaders forward a copy to Councilor Vallernern who pointed the movement and action of a Turian battlegroup to Sparatus and Tevos. And somehow, the media found out and caused an uproar and debate between pro-Turian side and against-Turian side over the action of a Turian battle group and the supposedly death count of 3.45 million unknown aliens called Minimims.
Unknown to the populace and whether the information discovered by the media was incomplete or purposely, the media failed to mention that the genocidal took place on rural planet with only 37 small towns by the Citadel standard that are spread wide all over Beautifully-Green-Orb and that an absurdly percentage of 67 of the death count that is actually less than 3 million belonging to Minimim 'military', a term that the Turian military reluctantly used. The media also failed to mention the actual size being smaller than the half of Volus height. Off course, it doesn't matter because when a Turian military tried to 'correct' the news, the Turian Hierarchy still suffered a backlash.
For the Councilors, today is the day that the Minimim diplomats will arrive and the diplomatic meeting will be open for the public to view. Speaking of Minimims, Tevos lit up her omni-tool to check a time and frowned.
Seeing Tevos' omni-tool, Sparatus grunted and stated, "They will be here soon. Provided that their…ships are traveling at high speed."
He reluctantly used the word 'ships' to describe the Minimim's space-traveling crafts. When he read the policing report, the Turian officers have described the new alien crafts as floating spheres whose size range from mini DOWN to extreme mini. But several times, the officers noted that while extremely small and rather pathetic firepower by the Citadel standard, the spheres are extremely numerous, extremely fast, extremely maneuverable, and extremely hard to see. To support the claims, the officers, through reluctance, added the number of Turian ships exploding from the inside, not the outside due to how the Minimims managed to sneak into and basically went suicide-attack the engine and generator.
Tevos and Valernern both remembered the reaction that Sparatus had when they first about the Minimims and their size. Shocked, stunned, stupefied, you name it. But back on the topic, Tevos mentally told herself and smiled.
"How you think the first meeting with the Minimims will go?" An Asari Councilor asked.
"It could go in any direction. Either in our favor or their favor. We'll have to be prepared for any sort of accusation they may throw at us." Valernern answered with thoughtful look, which Tevos knew that Valernern is actually scheming. You'll never know what's on her mind, especially with her connection to the STG.
Nodding, Tevos addressed a Turian Councilor, who is currently quiet, "And you?"
Sparatus merely grunted, "Hopefully the meeting will end that ridiculous debate."
"No doubt, hoping the Hierarchy military to regain the reputation?"
"Yes." Short answer from Sparatus. The room was filled with silence as the doors opened with the attendants walking in with the food carts, holding the lunch for the Councilors. Once the attendants set the lunch down and left, the Councilors proceed to eat lunch with minor conversation about whether the Minimims should be invited (Valernern talked about the potential uses of the Minimims as the spies in the Terminus), pros and cons of having the Minimims as the member of the Citadel, the Minimim 'miltiary' (Sparatus snorted), and a light argument over the Minimim ships and how the Treaty of Farixen will be applied to them. To be blunt, the miniature alien ships are too small with the largest barely the size of small Asari commercial cargo ship.
"And don't get me about their fighters." Sparatus said as he finished his lunch.
"Yes…Looking at the report, I would say if their fighters are the size of our normal fighters, they have too many." Valernern nodded, having finished eating long ago. "But being small and fast, they are very stealthy and could reach many places and possibly discover the secret that we don't want them to discover."
"Mmm…" Tevos noised as she carefully took a sip from her drink, listening to Sparatus's and Valernern's chat.
"They could easily infiltrate and sabotage to cause chaos." Sparatus added, "We will have to find a way to distinguish them from our ship projectile."
"Shouldn't be a problem as they use mass effect like us. In unique way, but still mass effect." Valernern voiced her thought.
"Yes…considering they can somehow use eezo to accelerate their speed ridiculously. If we…can somehow figure out, we could cut down the traveling time and help our military to gain strategic advantage." Sparatus said, using his military thinking.
Tevos was about to add her input when her and other two Councilors' omni-tool lit up, notifying that the Minimim diplomatic envoy has arrived. Tevos summoned the attendants to take the plates away and to prepare the room for the meeting with the Minimim diplomats.
Hopefully, the meeting will go well.
Later…
Unfortunately, the meeting went sour for several reasons, Tevos thought. One, the diplomats, even with the translator, are still difficult to understand as they talk extremely fast. Faster than the Salarian scientists going fangasm on some ancient technology. In squeaky voice. Two, their expression is too hard to read, due to how ridiculously fluffy their appearance. Honesty, they never heard of trimming? Plus their eyes, while look cute at first, have been slowly becoming creepier and creepier.
Three, too many accusations flying between the diplomats and Turian officers (who have been summoned) over the actual death count with the diplomats claiming 2.65 million death of military and civilians, due to the population being heavily concentrated than the Turian battle group thought with most of them living underground cities while the Turian officers firmly said 870,000 death of Minimim military and civilians.
Four, the Minimims are extremely bi-polar, constantly switching between friendly and bloodthirsty while the Turian officers seem to keep looking down on them while the diplomats just insult them. Five, due to how they talk, the Turians thought the alien race is called Minimims. However, the diplomats and Citadel translators notified the Citadel that the aliens are actually called Meemeemans, not Minimim.
Sixth, the now correctly called Meemeemans are extremely fanatic about some sort of religion they called the Life Friendship or something like that. Tevos couldn't be bothered to care, but she has to and tried. The Meemeemans declared the Turians to be the barbaric race of heretic haters, when they learned about the Hierarchy and the mandatory military training while the Turians, in return, called them hormone-filled race whose population growth is ridiculous, even beyond pre-Genophage Krogan. Which explain the number of ships and fighters that Meemeenan navy have.
Seven, the Councilors tried to invite the Meemeemans to the Citadel as a member where they will have one embassy on the Citadel, except the Meemeemans weren't interested and instead, THEY tried to invite the Citadel races with the exception being the Turians.
Eight, the Meemeenans have already discovered many secrets that the Turian Hierarchy been hiding, prior to sending the diplomats to the Citadel. Off course, the Turian officers and Sparatus were displeased while the STG agent (also summoned) was impressed as some of the secrets have not been uncovered by the STG. Only to quickly from impressed to paranoid along with Valernern and Tevos when the diplomats casually mentioned many dirty secrets of the Salarian Union and Asari Republic. This caused uproar among the Citadel population that has been watching the meeting with paranoia and distrust toward the Turians, Salarians, and Asari being formed.
What are the secrets? Tevos has secret connection with Aria, the leader of Omega station! Tevos has been getting money from Aria for her to use her influence on the Asari planets' government on the laws. The Asari Republic has many Prothean artifacts that have not been shared with the rest of the Citadel. The Asari Republic commandos were behind the assassination of Enkindler's Return movement leader, which no one care enough, but the Hanars do.
Sparatus has a secret stash of taboo in the eye of Hierarchy law! The Hierarchy has been secretively trying to create Super-Turian soldiers, despite the laws against that sort of thing. The Hierarchy actually kept majority of the 'loot' horded by the pirates and slavers while giving the rest to the victims. The Turians left the weapons of mass destruction on Krogan homeworld, much to the anger of many Krogan!
Valernern has ordered the assassination of her political opponents, prior to her appointment as the Councilor. She has unapproved cyber implant in her body, a violation of one of the Citadel laws! The Salarian Union has been tweaking the Genophage to ensure the Krogan population growth to stay low, much to growing anger of the Krogan. The Salarian Union has been bribed by Quarian-hating corporations 300 years ago to prevent the Quarians from receiving military aid and to make it illegal for the Quarians to settle on any planet in the Citadel space!
But wait, there's more. The Quarians, Volus, Elcor, Drell, Krogan, and even Hanar weren't safe as THEIR secrets got out. Those sneaky little fluff-beings.
The Quarian flotilla actually have two planets which they managed to hid from the Citadel and out of spite, they bribed the Batarian slavers to go after the Asari! The Volus were purposely caused financial depression 120 years ago! Elcor government has been planning a conspiracy against the Citadel by boring the population to the point that they will be easy prey for the Elcors' lightning quick attack and that the Elcors knew the weaknesses of many non-Elcor governments! The Drells were responsible for some noticeable assassination and the Hanars have been receiving money from other Citadel governments for assassination missions such as pro-Krogan Asari Matriarch, reformist party leader within the Turian Hierarchy, and others!
As for the Krogans...Well, the only dirty secret is that some Krogan scientists have been trying to reverse the Genophage.
In the end, the Councilors kicked out the Meemeemans and told them to stay out of the Citadel space or there will be war Except, the Citadel, several months later, ended up having an internal war among the member races. Which the Terminus System took the advantage. At the same time, the Terminus suffered as the Shattered War went on for a year after year. The Citadel went from 'united' and organized to chaotic mess.
When the Reapers appeared from out of dark space, they had easy time, harvesting.