"Scanning for hostiles…" the mysterious Unit said as it quickly glanced around. "Hostiles detected; North side. Moving in."
On that note, the Unit took off running. Shepard stared at Tali.
"Where the hell did you find that thing?" Shepard asked.
Tali shook her head. "It was gathering dust in the storage room. I thought it would be useful… I think I was wrong."
The Unit stopped once it was standing on top of a large boulder, looking out onto the open desert. Quite a few Geth units were marching towards the colony, but there was a different figure. It looked far more different than a Geth, but it didn't look like any Organic. It somewhat matched the description of a female Quarian body, but it didn't match up perfectly. The Unit leapt from the rock, and hit the ground running. It opened fire as soon as it was in range. But it was careful not to hit the unidentified contact.
"Civilian, get into cover!" the Unit groaned.
But the figure didn't move. It, or she, as it looked, just sat there, staring at the incoming Geth. The Unit shook its head, and ran towards the figure. Without hesitation, the Unit picked the figure up and carried her over its shoulder, while blind firing towards the contacts. The Unit set the figure down behind a large boulder, and glanced at her. But he wasn't programmed to stare, he was programmed to "kick some ass" as the Creators said.
Ten minutes had passed since the Unit had run off. Shepard wasn't in the mood for such BS, so he decided to let the Unit take care of it. After five more minutes, Samara decided to show up.
"I heard gun shots, so I came as quickly as I could." Samara said.
"It's all taken care of." Shepard replied, reading his Fornax, which was hidden inside a pamphlet for the Citadel.
"What? By who?" Samara asked, half offended because she had to interrupt her meditations to come.
"Don't worry about it. He's reliable." Garrus said, leaning against the barrier wall.
Five minutes after that, the Unit returned, still carrying its new friend over its shoulder. It stopped in front of the group, and dropped its new friend.
To everyone's dismay, it was another Geth. A pink Geth, modeled after a female Quarian. The Geth rubbed 'her' head. 'She' was slightly shorter than your average Geth unit, with a bright pink finish. Blue lines ran around the length of her body. She stared at Shepard's crew.
"Sorry for the intrusion." The pink Geth said in a surprisingly civil, polite, and organic voice. "But I came here to collect this one." She pointed at the mysterious Unit.
"Why would you want that out-dated piece of synthetic-scrap?" Tali asked in an insulting tone.
"This piece of scrap is of massive value. It's unfortunate that the Creators didn't realize it. If you don't mind, I'll be taking it now."
The sound of a shotgun being cocked was heard. Behind the crew, a Quarian boy with a shotgun stood. Tali sighed.
"Not this clown again…" Tali muttered.
"You're not going anywhere with my Geth." The boy said.
The Unit twitched. It turned to the boy, and its eye flashed from blue, to red, to blue again.
"Response: Go to hell, Creator." The Unit replied. It said this, because one day, it powered itself on (god knows why), to find the exact same boy trying to scrap it. Now, it holds a major grudge.
"What? You… you can't talk to me like that!"
"He just did you squishy little shit." Grunt replied with a chuckle.
"Fuck you guys! I'll kill all of you!" the boy raised his shotgun.
Before he could do anything, a loud shot rang out. The Boy fell to the ground seconds later. Everyone turned to see the mysterious Unit with its shotgun raised. The Unit put its weapon away, and stared at the heaped up boy.
"Contact terminated. Elimination program complete." The Unit said.
"What the hell? You just shot him out of the blue?" Tali asked.
"He was pointing a weapon at the Creator."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Everyone shut up already!" Garrus snapped.
The group sat in silence for a few minutes. The only sound was the sound of the boy's enviro-suit depressurizing. It was an incredibly irritating, high-pitched hissing noise. The Unit kicked the boy's body. It never really liked him.
Shepard went back to his magazine for a moment, before realizing Isala had snuck into the group. She had a smile.
"I assume no one was harmed?" Isala asked.
"Noooo…" Shepard replied, as he slowly stuffed the magazine in his back pocket, his eyes slowly drifting up to meet Isala's.
"How did the fight go?"
"Ask this thing." Tali interrupted, jabbing the Unit in the side of the 'head'.
Isala seemed to be surprised. She hadn't seen that thing in years. It was covered in dust, and looked rather battered and beaten. There was even a large chunk missing from the Unit's shoulder. It didn't seem to notice.
Tali scratched at the Unit's arm, and noticed a small network of dots that covered the Unit's entire body, but they were so miniscule that you couldn't see them without straining yourself.
"What are these?" Tali asked, taking a closer look.
The Unit stared at her. "Sensory units."
"What? You mean you can feel?" Garrus asked, suddenly interested.
"Correct."
"What details can you give us on yourself?" Samara asked.
The Unit made a light whirring noise. After a moment, its 'eye' began to glow a solid yellow.
"Security model 23415; specialized in close combat and escorts. Model nicknamed Phobos, originally used to escort and watch over children."
"Phobos? Interesting name." Garrus remarked.
"You watched children? Open your memory core." Tali instructed.
"Error: Primary memory core corrupt. Cannot open memory. Secondary memory core is functional, but little to no data is available." Phobos replied.
"Holy shit!" was called out from down the street, "Is that an Asari dancer?"
Every male within earshot rushed to the spot. The man who called it out began to pick their pockets. Tali, Isala, and Samara all shook their heads.
"Ah, the feeble male mindset. It disturbs me." Isala said.
"Agreed." Tali replied.
"My name is Deimos, by the way." the pink Geth said, extending her hand towards Tali. Tali just stared blankly at Deimos.
