The Yaska of the Quarian Migrant Fleet, in orbit over Rannoch, 2186

Kal'Reegar stood by the airlock of the gunship he had been assigned to when they had begun the war to take back the Homeworld. He had just received word that Admiral Shala'Raan was on her way, he imagined she would be giving him a new assignment now that the war was finally over.

Peace. That was the last thing he expected when they set off on this foolish course but if he had learned anything back on Haestrom, it was that Commander Shepard was as good as they said, if anyone could broker peace between his people and the Geth, it was her. He hoped this would be a quick visit, he couldn't just sit idly by while a war was being waged across the galaxy.

"Captain Reegar, the Tonbay has just initiated docking procedures" The ships pilot spoke to him through his comm. "Stand by."

He stood at the ready, assault rifle in hand, as the airlock began the decontamination process and moments later, Admiral Raan stepped out with "Geth! Get down!" He fired his rifle into the large red Geth to her side, the other was protected behind the admiral.

"Taking allied fire, requesting assistance, Creator Raan." The large Geth, a prime unit he believed, Stepped behind Raan to protect itself.

"Stand down, Reegar! That's an order."

"You brought Geth onto my ship, ma'am, what exactly did you expect?"

She sighed, "I expected you to respect our new alliance with them."

"With all due respect, ma'am, can we really trust this alliance?"

Raan went to speak but the smaller Geth stepped out of the airlock to address him instead. "We do not mean the Creators harm, we wish only to fight the Old Machines." Now that he could see it better, he noticed this Geth had considerable damage to it's platform, it's jet black outer shell had several bullet holes and it's synthetic muscle was burnt in places and torn in others. He wondered how it got in such a state, the damage didn't seem recent but he pushed those thoughts aside for now.

"Old Machines?" He questioned.

"It means the Reapers." Raan explained.

"Reaper" The prime unit spoke this time, "A superstitious title originating with the Protheans."

"Right" He sighed, "And when this war is over?" assuming it ever is, he thought darkly, "What will you do then?"

The Geth exchanged glances and the little one stepped forward, "We will return to Rannoch, of course."

"And what of our people?"

"You may return with us." The Geth exchanged glances again, he knew they were likely communicating through the neural network and he wished he knew what they were saying. Didn't they know it was rude to be so secretive? He wondered if they even had a concept of manners.

"We 'may'?" He stepped towards it, "We need your permission to return to our own bloody Homeworld now?"

"Rannoch is as much our home as it was yours. You gave it up when you abandoned it." This Geth just wasn't backing down.

"Abandoned it?!" He readied his rifle again, in case the thing became hostile, "You forced us to leave! You would have killed us all if we had stayed!"

"And you would have killed us had we not fought!" It made a noise, like a mechanical growl as it's optic covering narrowed. It seemed angry, he didn't think they could get angry.

"Enough!" Raan stepped between them. He instantly dropped his rifle back to his side and stood at attention once again. Raan was always such a soft spoken and sweet woman, he did not want to see her pissed off.

"Reegar," She turned to address him and he stood a little taller, "you and your unit will be working with these Geth, like it or not, it would be best if you could at least try to get along."

He nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

"Let me give you a proper introduction then. This is Unit 0402" She pointed to the small one he had just been arguing with, "It will be providing sniper and tech support."

He noted the mean look Javelin rifle on it's back, "Explains the big gun" He laughed with uncharacteristic nervousness.

"And this is Unit 2033" The prime unit stepped towards him, "It specialises in tactics and data analysis, we believe it will give you an edge in combat, perhaps even discover enemy weaknesses."

"I didn't realise the Geth had specialities." He had assumed they were good at everything.

The little ones face plates pulled own, it almost seemed annoyed with him now, "We do not specialise in things as you would, but we were all made to fulfil certain roles."

The prime extended it's hand to him and he stepped back on instinct, "I look forward to assisting you, Creator Reegar". He reluctantly shook it's hand before holding out his hand to the other Geth. It looked to the prime then back at him, it's optic covering narrowing again before it shook his hand with more force than necessary. Guess it's still pissed off, he thought with slight amusement, it wasn't everyday that one saw a Geth get angry.

"Is there anything else, ma'am?" He had been expecting a new assignment, they couldn't just stay in orbit over Rannoch forever.

"Yes, until further notice you will be taking orders directly from Primarch Victus of the Turian Hierarchy, he will be contacting you within the next week with an assignment and I expect you to follow orders, am I clear?"

"Crystal, ma'am" He hadn't expected this but he wouldn't question orders.

"Good." She walked back into the airlock then turned to face him once more, "Oh, and do try not to kill each other" and with that the airlock closed and he was left alone with the Geth and his thoughts on how he would explain this to his squad without another fight breaking out. He'd just bet she had been smiling behind her mask.