I stared at the thousands of ships that we passed, which stretched on as far as the eye could see. Compared to the ones I saw back on the Citadel, these appeared bolted together out of duct tape and some prayers. I can see what appear to be welding marks, areas that are entirely open to the vacuum of space, with some of the ships even seemingly being towed by the others. The turning in my stomach only expands as one of the ships comes closer into view, with it easily being twice the size of this ship.

When I stated my decision to go with Yitor, I expected some disagreement from the crew, but everyone seems to be going along with his plan. Johnny still hates the idea, but him complaining is just par for the course at this point. It's taken us two days to reach this point, mostly with Yitor and I transferring information to him about cybernetics. Nothing too insane yet, mostly just the simple stuff such as tech tattoos and some of the old tech from the 40s. Last thing I want to do is make myself expendable.

I knew they would have a lot of ships, but I only made the connection of thousands of ships by seeing it with my own eyes. I tried to keep a calm face despite the fact that none of them could see it due to the suit I'm wearing. Apparently quarians have a weak immune system, and so Yitor told us all to wear something to help protect them from whatever we might be carrying. I had to weld differing pieces the slavers owned to form one that could fit me comfortably, and the helmet was chopped to make sure I wouldn't be mistaken for one of them, though I decided to at least paint the symbol of Samurai onto it as a failed attempt to placate the former Rockerboy.

"I still think this is a dumb fucking idea, V." Johnny was leaning against the door frame, giving a slight scowl when one of the dinos walked through his projected form. Yitor was piloting the ship and getting clearance to dock with what he had found out while I simply sat in my chair while two of the turians were working on my helmet, something to do with its audio settings apparently. Static and alien speech was being played back until I heard someone speaking in English.

"-st worry what's going to happen during this, after all. We're an unknown traveling with an even bigger unknown who is only known right now as dangerous." The voice was gruff, a slight wobble in the voice which reminds me of him wearing a helmet. Still, at least I could finally understand all of the crew when they speak instead of just hearing a bunch of squawks and other avian sounds.

I was going to speak, but the sudden stop of the ship cut me off. My eyes look towards the ship to our left, now taking up the whole view towards the left. The blocky patches on it gave a similar feeling to the expansions on buildings in Pacifica, the very thought of that area causing adrenaline to begin pumping through me. Nevertheless, I forced my worry and doubt into the darkest pits and moved towards the airlock. The hissing it made as we entered and the pressure shifted from our ship to the quarian's was one that hit me hard, a slight sense of vertigo kicking in from the shift of gravity.

I stare at the exit for our ship when it opens, looking out towards what appears to be a half dozen quarians, wearing suits similar in design to Yitor but armor was obviously in place and weapons were ready in their hands. It doesn't take a genius to recognize this as the fleet's version of badges, I take a deep breath and walk forward.

"So, you must be the… ambassador, was it?" The confused tone in the leader's voice as they looked me over, bright yellow fabrics wrapped around them stained with God knows what as they stared at me. I kind of figured they weren't used to diplomatic missions from one group visiting with them, though I can't tell if having the same feelings made it better or worse.

"You're correct, I'm here with some of my crew including the one who brought you all to my attention, Yitor'Shulas." I gestured towards my quarian crewmate, who poked out from behind me to give a small wave. All I could do was hope that whatever I was using to speak could translate my words for me.

"Right, well what you need to know is that we're bringing you and Yitor to the Admiralty board for questioning. You must understand, this is the first time anyone has tried to establish full diplomatic relations with us in hundreds of years, so to call this unprecedented would be an understatement. Keep your weapons to yourselves, and we won't have a problem."

No further words needed to be extended as they began to march, with us following behind. It was quite packed here, with a good chunk of my humble crew and the six badges that were keeping a close eye on us. There were also small groupings of Quarians standing around with their heads turning to face us. Their conversations are all about us as well, though I wish they could talk about anything else right now.

The place was dirty with old welding marks on mismatched pieces of the hull, uniforms that appear to have never been washed in their lives, and floor panels that appear to be held together by nothing but prayers and dreams. Looking at the crew that came along, they seem concerned as well, though I doubt it is for the same reason as myself. Just need to keep calm and everything should be fine.

We were led into what appeared to be a large atrium, with rings of benches surrounding an elevated platform, standing there were five quarians, each of them wearing suits that actually appeared clean and sterile. The others on the benches also appeared quite clean, so maybe it was just the badge who forgot to wash himself? It did not matter to me either way, as I stepped forward, the one who was standing at the centermost point of the podium spoke.

"This conclave is brought to order. Blessed are the ancestors who kept us alive, sustained us, and enabled us to reach this season. Keelah se'lai." Echoing through the area were various voices stating 'Keelah se'lai'. "The guest of honor, Captain Vincent'Kers, has come to speak as an ambassador for a previously uncontacted race, humans. Alongside them is the pilgrim who has brought him to our attention, Yitor'Shulas nar Leebra, and the various crew which make up their crew."

"Objection!" The voice of one of the Quarians on the podium rang out, age evident in the gravelly voice. "We do not even know the slightest bit of information on this species! Even if we had information or were willing to overlook our ignorance, this is not someone who has been without eyes being drawn to him. Need I remind the conclave that he had overtaken a batarian ship which he claimed as his own, or that the citadel is very much trying to bring this individual to them?

"I understand that the temptation for the normalization of any relationship is something we all desire, but we must be smart about our actions. The last thing that we need is an even more strained relationship with the citadel. While their saving of a pilgrim from the slavers is admirable and should be celebrated, we should not allow our hope for diplomatic relations be destroyed through sanctions by the Citadel. Sanctions that we would not survive."

At the finishing of his statement he stepped back from where he was standing, raspy breathing echoing through the mic while the Quarians sat around appearing to be shouting either in support of what he said, or against. This was not how I wanted things to be going. I looked at Yitor, though he was trying to appear small and invisible at the moment. With a sigh, I made my way forward, speaking while trying to keep my temper down.

"What further sanctions could the Citadel put upon you? They have already made their displeasure about your existence well known while I am here trying to negotiate. Tell me, when was the last time this fleet was able to be focused on more than survival? What assistance has the big three ever offered you? I think we all know the answer to that.

"I'm here offering a chance to have some recognition. Am I a perfect representation of mankind? No, I'm not. But what I am is someone who has been driven from his home, and finds himself wandering a hostile galaxy with no idea what to do. Does that sound like a story you're all too familiar with?"

I took a breath, thinking of what to say next. The group in here at least appeared to be listening, the bickering having finally slowed down to where I can fully speak up. Silverhand appears to be learning against the wall, near my non quarian members of the crew. One of them, Secura or something like that, has their hologram wrist thing active although what is happening on it would be anyone's guess.

"Besides, I can offer technology that I know for a fact could help out here. Do any of you have bullets which lock onto enemies? What about cybernetics which doubles one's strength? I can offer you alternative fuel sources, medicines to save lives, knowledge on AI, and cybernetics which seem like mag-"

"I'm sorry but did you say AI?" I am cut off from speaking, with every person now solely focused on me. The dinos, people on the podium, those sitting on the benches… I don't think there was a pair of eyes in this room that was not focused on me at the moment. The person who interrupted, a quarian in the central part of the podium, had their eyes locked onto my soul.

"Um, yes. I have dealt with several kinds of AI back home, including one beyond the blackwall. I couldn't honestly tell you how they're made but I know a bit about dealing with them."

I heard no response, or rather no response directed at me. I could hear hushed tones being discussed, them speaking to each other about something. Calm down Vincent, you need to think. This is obviously a massive group of refugees considering how damaged all the ships look, so why would they suddenly take an interest in artificial intelligence unless…

Oh. Oh this is NOT good. Either they want to try to use ai as a massive crutch or they want to upload their damn minds. Well, I guess that crosses out using them as assistance with the Silverhand situation, because I'll become a body on an autopsy table and I don't want to imagine what fate they'll have for Johnny.

I stayed quiet while looking at the five on the podium, who were all speaking in hushed tones. I couldn't properly guess what they were talking about, other than it involved me. While only a few minutes had passed, it felt as though I had lived another 28 years only in this room. Eventually, the one which had introduced me to the room spoke.

"Captain Kers, you are hereby recognized as an ambassador of hu-mans, with your ship serving as your embassy. However, we are going to want all the information you have on artificial intelligence along with some sharing of technology over the coming weeks. We will see each other soon, Captain Kers. Until then, this meeting is adjourned. Keelah se'lai."

I felt relief hit me like never before, placing a hand on Yitor's shoulder. He looked up at me, more than likely thankful to whatever deity is out there that his plan worked out. It's a damn shame about these helmets, especially since he could definitely use a smile right now.

"Hey, you alright Yitor?"

"Um, yeah… I mean, yeah I'm feeling pretty amazing right now. It's just that I'm honestly willing to admit I had some doubts on whether or not this would work."

"Well that makes both of us. Come on, let's get back to the ship."

"Back to the ship, are you-"

"Yitor, do you really think I'd just throw you to the wolves after all you did for me? Besides, if I'm going to be an ambassador then I'm going to need someone to explain basically everything about the quarians."

No further amount of words needed to be exchanged, simply making my way back to the ship with the crew, with there actually being a place to somewhat relax. This isn't a blaze of glory, but after everything in Night City I can't think of wanting anything else but a bit of peace and quiet. There's a first time for everything after all.


Seculia looked at Vincent and Yitor talking, thankful that she was wearing a helmet to hide her frown. He actually somehow achieved an ambassadorship with the quarians, which most definitely… complicated things. The Migrant Fleet was already a thorn in the side of the council, but now with Vincent providing knowledge on his technology will either make them more disconnected with the galaxy or becoming more intertwined with citadel space.

What bothered her most was that they latched upon him having worked with Artificial Intelligence, though with good reason. The Conclave has wanted to take back Rannoch ever since they were driven from it and will most definitely try to use whatever limited knowledge he has on AI to help in that regard.

She was already in a tough position by being around someone who the entire galaxy has been speculating on but now with him settling with the migrant fleet, as an ambassador of all things, speculation and the desire for information is going to rise sharply for most people. Her job just seems to get harder by the day with no sign of easing up.

A message pops up on her Omni-tool, from her superior. This was just supposed to be an infiltration mission of slavers, not the massive mess it has become. Nonetheless, she grits her teeth and writes back to him with the information she acquired. At the very least, Vincent treats her and the others well along with him not caring too much about her constant disappearances.

Seculia does join back up with the rest of the group where one of the turians, Viter, was telling a story about boot camp. At least they were focused on him instead of her, thank the spirits for small mercies. All she needs to do is keep her head down and eventually things might finally fall into place, along with hopes that her employer does not get involved. After all, there is nothing more terrifying than a Spectre on a mission.


(A/N) - I have returned, and while I plan to update it more regularly I can't guarantee it. So, if any of you have suggestions (e.g. romance, technology, ideas on characters, stuff like that) then either message me or leave it in the reviews/comments. Also, I'm writing a fic for the Walking Dead called Pack of Man, and while it's currently only a single chapter I do plan on updating it also.