Chapter 3
As the hours ticked by, Magnus grew tired of waiting for the Quarians' Response and decided to contact his Bosmer agent aboard the Migrant Fleet. "Eridor, status report." The sudden voice in his head startled the legionnaire out of his thoughts. "My lord, the admirals have been debating with their civilian conclave since we arrived. The hatred for the Geth is deep rooted in these people... though admiral Zaal'Koris was oddly receptive to the idea..."
"Very well, notify me whenever a decision is reached. Now tell me, how do their people live?" asked the Emperor, knowing that he wouldn't like the answer. "Sir, this fleet is falling apart. Quarians have been in and out of this room nonstop, repairing problems as they arrive. Even admiral Daro'Xen has had to stop and fix something in the walls during this meeting... Frankly, it's a disaster and the people know it."
"Well why are you just standing there daydreaming then? You are an expert in alteration, show some good will and help in the repairs instead of watching them slowly die for Talos' sake!" With that, the connection was cut, leaving an embarrassed Bosmer to his duties.
Seeing one of the aliens taking apart a wall panel, Eridor decided to speak up. "I can't help but notice all the repairs going on, this is the third time that panel has been removed since i got here." Startled, the young Quarian spun around. "Sorry, didn't mean to spook you, I was just wondering if you'd like some help."
"It's my fault for not paying attention to my surroundings. We are constantly fixing the same things because we don't have any good material to make the repairs with, parts breaks almost as soon as we patch them up." sighed the frustrated alien.
"Well maybe i can help with that. Bring me some old rusted scrap metal and i should be able to get you some decent materials to work with." offered Eridor. For the next few hours, the legionnaire was transmuting every bit of scrap on the ship into refined metals. Once word had spread, people from all over the ship were bringing him their junk. Little did he know just how much such an act of kindness meant to the people of the Migrant fleet after generations of distrust and abuse from all outsiders. Seeing the Empire's efforts to help firsthand, the conclave agreed to meet with the Geth on the condition that the Empire would defend them if the Geth turned hostile. Eridor notified the Emperor and the terms were deemed acceptable to all.
Aboard The Tonbay
It had been three hours since the conclave agreed, the admiralty board and Magnus had boarded her ship and Shala'Raan was working to calm her crew when the Emperor spoke "Where is this Perseus Veil?"
Shala highlighted a portion of the galaxy map "It's the purple nebula near the outer rim, It will take us a few hours and several relay jumps to get there."
Magnus waved her off "We aren't taking the relays my dear, just point out one of the stars in the constellations." Drawing confused looks from those aboard.
"Emperor Magnus.. Sir.. We do not posses any other form of FTL that can make the journey. Surely you don't expect to use whatever technology your empire does." Said a confused Zaal'Koris.
"Who said anything about using technology? I AM the one directly responsible for my people's ability to travel the stars. Just point out a window and show me the star near Rannoch." Magnus looked rather amused by their disbelief at his claims as they did as he said. The next thing she knew, her ship was surrounded by light and when it faded they were in front of a massive station of black. All around were brilliant shifting colors and countless numbers of those small ships appearing and disappearing.
Magnus clapped his hands together and proclaimed "Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the realm of Arctus. In front you will see Arctus station, a massive fortress of untold destructive capabilities. As I said previously, I am the one responsible for how my people travel, for this realm is me and i am it. Everything in this realm is here because i Will it so. With a quick message to myself, anyone in my empire may request where they would like to go and I will bring them here before pushing them out at their destination." The Quarians were struck speechless, so he continued "I see that this is a bit much for you, so without further delay. Onward and outward!" The ship was again enveloped in light and deposited in the center of a Geth fleet around Rannoch, breaking everyone out of their daze.
As the crew scrambled to prepare for combat, Shala noticed something odd "They're not attacking. They are avoiding collision, so they do see us, but they're not attacking."
Suddenly a series of clicks and chirps came through the intercom, followed by a synthesized voice "Creator ship. Unexpected. No data on method of travel. Your ship is damaged. Do you require assistance?"
"Geth, this is Shala'Raan Vas Tonbay, admiral of the Migrant Fleet. The Quarian people. We.. we were wrong... We came here with the hope that you might forgive us, we wish for peace." Moments passed in silence, many held their breath in anticipation. Finally the voice replied "Shala'Raan Admiral, resentment is an organic concept fueled by chemistry and emotion. Geth do not have these. Consensus has been reached. 81% probability that creators words are true. These are acceptable parameters. We will remain cautious, but the creators are welcome here. Geth did not want to harm their creators, We have been waiting for the creators return." Cheering erupted throughout the Tonbay.
Magnus chuckled "Well that's one problem solved, when we get back we can start on the others. till then, you might want to send word to your people so they don't shoot any Geth that come with us."