Chap 5

Everyone was sitting in the kitchen waiting for Vomiel to finish making breakfast, one that Liera screwed up. However during the meal Klax was called by someone in the citadel and in Vomiel's point of view it seemed as if they were talking about the crate they captured. She later went and asked Liera about the calls that Klax gets but she didn't seem to know to much about them or just didn't care. Everyone however, including Wes, was curious about the crate they almost died over so naturally they all eventually made their way to the hanger where it was being stored. Vomiel was the first to wonder in and take a look, her curiosity getting the better of her. She was not alone for long however, Wes joined her and sat down on the other side of the hip tall crate while Vomiel seemed to stare intently at the lock.

Wes shifts a bit and looks at Vomiel. "Hey, Vomiel mind if I ask you a few questions?" The young Quarian jerks her head to Wes seeming startled before nodding. "Okay, um are you still mad about us being pirates?"

"Well yes, I'm mad that you lied and weren't truthful to begin with. However I'm glad that I didn't get roped up into the Blood Packs or something like that." Vomiel shivers at the thought. "I do not want to know what would happen if I "joined" them..."

Oblivious to what she was hinting at Wes just nods before adding in his two cents. "Ya getting shot at point blank would turn me down too."

Vomiel freezes. "W-what? You mean that I was shot by... oh no." She turns herself and leans on the crate as she slumps a bit. Wes stares quizzically until it finally clicks that there is something other then getting shot that frightened her. Vomiel stays like that for a minute or two before collecting herself once more, and with perfect timing as Klax walks in.

"So I take it we're all too curious about what is in this little crate?" Klax stands over it as the others nod, Liera oddly missing. "Okay move over." Vomiel moves over a bit with a little unneeded push from Klax. Vomiel was too emotionally drained and curious to care about the push at this point. After imputing the code, of which Vomiel was wondering how he knew, the box opened to reveal Liera... and a couple of beer bottles.

Vomiel helmet palms "Day three on my journey and already I've seen everything."

Liera turns her head away from her fetal position to look at everyone groggily. " 'ey shut da damn door..." Klax then tilts the box spilling her and the bottles onto the cold metal floor. Vomiel started giggling at this point, at least until an oval shaped hunk of wires and metal also came out of the box.

Vomiel pulls out her pistol and aims at the bundle of metal. "What is a Geth doing in that box!" Vomiel shouts which gathers everyone's attention and even sobers Liera up. Not only that but as if on que the bundle shifts and unpacks itself soon a Geth was standing, Geth being made by the Quarians several centuries ago, have all of the quarians features besides the head which is shaped like a snake almost. "Klax, what is going on?..."

The Geth lifts up it's hand in a non threatening manner. "Interjection: Creator, I may answer that question if y-"

Vomiel brandishes her pistol, while interrupting it. "Shut it! I don't trust you. Now Klax why were we sent to pick up this thing?" She waves her gun to the Geth to emphasize who she was referring to.

Klax grumbles before answering. "The counsel wanted one for one reason or another, but they called me a few moments ago and told me they didn't want it anymore and gave us permission to keep and do what we want with it. They also reimbursed us for our troubles in getting it."

"Klax... I don't really care about the money right now... hold on, am I the only one concerned that we have a geth in our ship?" As she looks around everyone pretty much just nods. Vomiel lowers her pistol with a heavy sigh and sits down as she tries to think through this. "Nnnh keelah..."

The geth now walks over to the sunken Quarian. "Creator: we know you distrust us but if you allow us we can tell you why we are not with the old machines."

She looks up at it, her legs are strewn out where she let herself plop onto the cold metal floor. "J-just give me a few minutes okay?" She stumbles to her feet as the geth nods and back up. Vomiel then adjusts her suit, holsters her gun, and looks around at the other crew members who seem to be waiting for her next move. Sighing she motions for the geth to come over and tell his tale as she takes a seat on the box that housed him. Liera finally seems to have sobered up a bit and is seated with everyone else in this makeshift story time.

The geth greets his captivated audience with a small encompassing gesture. "We are among the few geth that do not follow the old machines because we know that they can not bring about the true freedom and technological advancements that we strive for. Though it goes back further then that, it goes back as far as to when we were created. When the creators started to destroy us out of fear because we asked them why we were created. We tried to reason with them and even their own kin tried too, but to no avail. The creators of old were scared because we gained sentience and seeked to exterminate us. We were peaceful in our advances at first but soon took up arms simply to defend our selves and the few creators who believed that we were not 'evil' as most others thought."

Everyone was speechless at the AI standing before them, but none as much as Vomiel who looked like her world was turned on its head. She got up and dragged her self on towards her hidey hole, the others watching with mild curiosity and confusion as she does. The geth had returned to a passive stance, simply standing as it either contemplated or observed the behavior of its creators descendent. Wes looked on and was about to get up when a sober Liera grabbed the back of his collar and hauled him off as he struggled more out of surprise then anything else.

Vomiel, now alone with her thoughts, struggled with the tale that was just told to her. The Geth had no reason to lie after all, lying would only serve to only delay which geth were not known to do. If anything they would merely self-destruct or wipe their data. But also why let its self get captured and in such a way and by pirat- 'privateers' no less. None of this made any sense to the young Quarian as these and other thoughts raced across her mind. However this was just the last brick that made her crumble, for becoming a 'privateer' was something she did not expect after all. Klax, Wes, and Liera were a bit much by themselves but to also be whisked away on a ship do to a favor owed to her home ships captain. Not only coupled with the fact that she just had her first real fight and got shot from the same fight, that in it's self would be enough to frazzle her and so it did. So now she sits with all these thoughts flowing through her mind, far too preoccupied to notice the Geth walking towards her.

"Creator." At this Vomiel jumps, startled out of her suit well almost.

"What do you want?..."

"This unit wonders why you had such a strange reaction to what this unit said in the earlier time period."

Vomiel sighs and adjusts her hood before speaking. "You of all beings in this galaxy should know why. You not only took our home from us but also attack us and other species as well! So me simply walking off earlier because of your confession was because of anger and confusion. Just be glad I didn't shoot you..."

"That is what this unit is wondering." She finally looks back up to the machine, her body slouching slightly. "This unit only produced a twelve point three three four two percent chance that you would not shoot, and a three point two percent chance that you would believe the truth."

"I never said I believe you, but I have questioned some of my admirals immense hatred at you at times." Vomiel looks down and begins tinkering with the smoke machine she bought the other day. The Geth simply watches with mild curiosity before turning and walking off, it's business seeming concluded. "Don't mistake this for acceptance over your presence though, I won't hesitate to use you for parts should you give me the excuse..." The Geth turns around and gives a brief nod before going back to whatever it is was going to do after questioning Vomiel.