Author's Note:

I apologize for how long it has taken for this chapter to come out, months ago my cat grew terribly ill, vomiting often. Over the course of weeks he grew worse and worse until I was finally forced to take him to a vet and get an ultrasound. There I was presented with the worst case scenario, terminal gastro-intestinal cancer. It was all over the interior of his stomach like silly string and was preventing his body from gaining any nutrients. With that diagnosis my gf and I finally decided to put him to sleep, which we did several weeks ago. The depression and stress from the situation at home and other factors also played their part but that was the biggest one. I'll miss him, he was a loveable boy, he loved people and was so easy going. Farewell Ciel...at least now you no longer have to suffer anymore.

TL;DR: sorry for the long delay, cat died, depression, bad stuff etc.

Addendum:

Also there may be more errors than usual for now due to the fact I wanted to get this out to you guys before the year ends. I will address them over the next day or so, thank you for your patience!

Chapter 17: Submission and Rebellion

The Normandy appeared in a flash of energy from the Mass Relay as it entered the Fortis System. It then maneuvered toward the inner planets of the stellar region, approaching the third planet from the G class star. Aequitas, apparently had been the site of a prospective mining operation and had previously been surveyed, being rich in resources. But according to Solvatas it was also a possible location for Reaper technology. She based this on the fact that for months the miners on the site hadn't checked in and that the last outgoing messages hinted at possible mental instability for the personnel. It wasn't much admittedly, but Shepard had already checked several other sites on the Vymark's list and they were all busts. Either simply lost wrecks or abandoned colonies and mines occupied by mercenaries.

Shepard was in the cockpit alongside Joker while he was taking the Normandy into orbit around the cold and barren red planet, when finally the Commander broke the silence, "Hopefully we'll find something on this one."

"Well yeah we've only been at this about four times already. Its kinda getting old going on this 'fetch quest' with nothing to show for it." Joker said irritated.

Shepard could tell from the pilot's tone that the 'fetch quest' wasn't what was irritating him, "I know Joker, you want to get rid of these nanite things as much as I do, but right now it is what it is."

Joker frowned, "It's god damn annoying! Even if I can be me for now, at anytime those metal assholes could just send me back to being like a god damned robot!" Joker shifted to look towards Shepard, "I don't know if you know what it was like for me before you got me my mind back, but all I did the whole time was just stare and work at screens, unable to say a word! It was like I was a passenger stuck in a long, boring, vid stream of a guy just doing stuff at his desk!"

"I do know Joker. Veronakh apparently took my body for a joy ride when I got into a fight with that Spectre, Maius."

"Yeah but you were unconscious during that. I had to watch for hours upon hours of me just...working. Not even watching vids to pass the time or even enjoying any modicum of my-"

"Joker watch it!" Shepard shouted as a collision warning blared on Joker's screens, the disabled man's eyes widening in horror, "Oh shit!"

Joker banked the Normandy hard right in order to avoid a large satellite orbiting around the planet. When they were clear, Joker growled in anger at himself, "See! This is what I am talking about! Because of what those assholes did my mojo is all thrown off!"

Shepard tilted his head slightly and sighed, "I know Joker...I know."

"No you don't!"

The Normandy pilot turned his seat and pointed to the nearby crew behind them, "See them all Shepard? They're all trapped...just like I was. Watching screens, their inner voices screaming to get out. It's terrible, they just...work...like drones, no small talk, jokes, or anything resembling what a normal person would do. That and with EDI's personality shackled as well, it makes operations up here so quiet...it's eerie, unsettling."

Shepard hung his head and closed his eyes thinking of what to say but Joker wasn't done, "So what are we doing out here Commander? I've been with you through alot of crazy missions, but this bullshit is starting to push even my limit on how far I'm willing to go."

Shepard finally looked his pilot in the eyes, seeing the flight lieutenant's serious look, "We're looking for Reaper technology. Veronakh apparently wants samples of it to study and tinker with."

Joker's face went from anger to a bored acceptance, "Oh...wonderful. So we're apparently helping the Necrons figure out how to make turning people into mindless robots even easier! Wow, that totally doesn't make us quite literally the bad guys or anything."

"We don't have a choice Joker."

"Yes we do and they all suck, but maybe it's better to go out doing the right thing instead of making it worse for the whole galaxy!"

"I'm doing this for everyone on this ship lieutenant!"

"Then give me a god damn reason why I don't just turn this ship around right now!"

Shepard stood and frowned, "Because if you do, then you'll go right back to being one of those zombies at the snap of the Necron's fingers. You don't think they aren't listening right now? You mutiny...then the freedom I was able to bargain Veronakh for was all for nothing."

Joker backed off still angered at Shepard before returning back to his holoscreen, "We're entering geosynchronous orbit over Aequitas now. You can go do what you gotta do at anytime...sir."

The Commander shook his head, "I get it, you don't trust me at the moment. But right now, I need you to look past that and do what you're told to do Joker. In the end you'll understand I was doing the right thing."

Shepard turned and headed towards the CIC while Joker mumbled under his breath, "The only thing I really need to understand right now is that you're acting like a real son of a bitch..."

Sitting on his throne at Watson, Veronakh was internally smiling at the display of Shepard putting Joker in his place. Other priorities soon garnered his attention however. The Phaeron sent a wireless command to the floor in front of him. The flooring parted seamlessly, bringing forth from below a pedestal of necrodermis. It featured a green orb in the center of a triangular shape and it soon glowed green as it brought up multiple holographic figures and their surroundings. The figures were the other Necron lords of the dynasty and they soon turned to the source of what was monitoring them, sensing their Phaeron's gaze.

"My friends, I do believe it is time to reveal to you the next stage of my plan."

The figures bowed and proceeded off screen or had a portal appear from a gateway of necrodermis forming near them. A few moments later and they all began appearing in the hallway behind the throne. Solvatas, Du'Maat, Kor'Pharas, and Xamutet formed up along either side of the throne and bowed together to show respect. A slight nod from Veronakh followed, "Promptly as ever my friends, very good. Let us begin."

The Necron Overlord then had the pedestal in the room display multiple holographic screens of Necron auxiliaries to the assembly, "Du'Maat and I have been in discussion to make further improvements to our growing army. While the auxiliaries make for acceptable short term garrison forces, their organic components inevitably will be their undoing. But I have found a potential alternative."

The screens shifted to those of another force of mechanical humanoids, one that Solvatas had a suspicion Veronakh would resort to acquiring, "These are the Geth. A machine race accidentally created by the most talented mechanists and engineers in this galaxy, the Quarians. They rely on a collective consciousness to maintain their sentience, but like all artificial constructs they are quite relentless when given an objective to accomplish."

"They also overthrew their Quarian masters in rebellion." Xamutet said.

Veronakh looked to the Gravatar, "Yet they followed Saren Arterius, who in turn served Sovereign. According to Shepard's knowledge, it was because the Geth interestingly believed they could perhaps reach greater heights of evolution by serving those whom they considered machine gods."

A chuckle emanated from Solvatas, "Heh, reminds me of those Adeptus Mechanicus fanatics whom we faced in human systems back in the dynasty. Implacable and deluded, but ironically attempting to mimic our ascent in their own inferior way."

"Regardless what is it of the Geth that intrigues you Great One? We already possess the means to create more constructs for our needs that are far more efficient." Xamutet argued.

"Yes but there is potential to be explored here cousin. The Geth are malleable, able to transfer from multiple types of platforms from bipeds to walkers or even simple weapon systems. As they are now they are an unknown element in this galaxy that eludes their place in my designs. Given recent events in this galaxy, I can't imagine the Geth wishing to aid fleshlings of any sort. Should they once more fall into the service of the Reapers however, they may become an irritating nuisance even to us."

Xamutet nodded, "Reconnaissance of them would be ideal to understand their reach and intentions, though I doubt they would have much to offer us."

"The Geth's adaptability and creative problem solving has potential. As the Great One stated, their ability to adapt to any environment or platform, allows them to perform a greater variety of tasks then even our specialist robotic constructs can allow. This is due to intentional programming limitations in order to prevent any form of sentience from occurring. While our robotics are exceptional for what they are designed for, the Geth could expand our line of constructs capabilities even further. With due precautions taken of course." Du'Maat interjected.

Veronakh continued, "The Quarians themselves would be the likeliest source of information. As far as I understand, the frail aliens continue to do missions within Geth territory to find valuable sources of intelligence. But there is another reason I seek to establish contact with the Quarians."

The holographic windows disappeared, replacing the images of Geth with the larger image of a binary star system alongside a large fleet of Quarian ships in formation flying by it.

"The Quarian Migrant Fleet is the largest fleet in the galaxy. They are also the most efficient strip miners and engineers that we know of. Considering our current naval assets and recent events slowing our resource gathering efforts, a mining force of that size could prove to be quite invaluable."

Solvatas brought a skeletal hand to her chin, "I see the strategic asset they could be but the Quarians are not fools nor would they readily entreat with us considering Omega's annexation."

"They also seem to be preparing for something...significant. The past few months have seen more Quarian activity in Geth space than usual. The Fleet has been buying or gathering significant amounts of raw materials in recent months. This speaks to me of a rather large operation they have planned. Perhaps something particularly ambitious." Xamutet added.

Veronakh nodded, "Seeing as how they are in what will soon be our space, it is only right we send a representative. Solvatas, you are the most visibly known of our dynasty. I would like you to handle this matter. You may do so in whatever manner you deem fit, but I want that fleet."

Solvatas gently bowed, "Gladly, but I am afraid that due to my...recent issues, I had to delay several important meetings that I must now attend to quickly. If I may suggest an alternative candidate, I believe Kor'Pharas would be more than adequate."

"While I appreciate your faith in my diplomatic capacity Vymark, I am currently judiciating five hundred and eighty nine thousand, two hundred and sixty-seven violations of domestic dynasty law at the moment." Kor'Pharas said, his eyes flashing rapidly at differing rates.

"Oh you can automate those cases easily. If you are concerned about appearances, since the Quarians are notoriously vexed by automatons, then I will provide the solution for you, a simple holographic disguise."

Kor'Pharas' glowing eyes returned to a solid state before sighing with reluctance, "If this benefit is that significant...then I will do what must be done."

"Excellent, then it is settled. Solvatas, you were also looking into acquiring Reaper technology for study. Have you made any progress?" Veronakh asked.

"I have had Shepard look into several potential sites, nothing significant to report as of yet Great One, but I will inform you when he finds anything. As you are aware, if you find yourself unable to contact him it may be due to interference from the enemy's technology."

"Yes...those indoctrination fields...an interesting work around they developed. Would certainly make shackling organics much more efficient." Xamutet mused.

Solvatas looked to her cousin, "All the more reason to understand it as quickly as possible."

"Agreed sister. Once I have the Migrant Fleet and Omega's dockyard completed, we will finally be able to bring more naval assets to bear against our enemies. We will then find the Collector's homeworld and annihilate it to dust."

"I look forward to exchanging blows with the foe again Great One. So that I may at least regain some semblance of my honor for having failed your designs." Xamutet said eagerly.

"You will be called for when necessary cousin. Indeed, when the time comes you will lead our dynasty's armies once more and destroy all opposition before you. The tithe of auxiliary forces in fact are nearly ready for our future ground campaign."

Xamutet bowed quickly, "Then I will perform my duties with great anticipation Great One!"

Veronakh then slowly looked to his Cryptek, "Du'Maat..."

"Yes Great One?"

"I was told that you would eventually give me an update regarding...Jack. You have had more than enough time to have made some kind of progress or even a result considering your talents."

Du'Maat seemed hesitant, looking slightly away from his lord's gaze,"I am nearly finished with her Great One...but."

Veronakh's glowing eyes turned to slits, "But what?"

"Her will is still quite strong, though the flesh was certainly far more malleable."

"You mean to tell me that her mind has still yet to yield to you?"

"I have been trying many alternative means of control without fragmenting her mind in the process...so far it has been unsuccessful."

Xamutet shook his head, "I find that difficult to believe. Perhaps it is as I've heard... that she stirs...'feelings'... within your matrix. Bah! Utter nonsense. Just break her and be done with it!"

Du'Maat looked to the Gravatar, his voice being respectful but carrying an irritated undertone, "I merely seek to give the Phaeron a servant capable of fulfilling his expectations."

"That is beginning to sound more and more like a weak excuse Cryptek..." Xamutet said, his own eyes turning to slits revealing disdain.

Veronakh nodded in agreement, "I am afraid I agree with the Gravatar, Du'Maat. Frankly this is rather unbecoming of you. If you cannot make Jack bend the knee to you alternatively, then do what must be done."

Du'Maat shook his head, "But if done inappropriately there may be consequences due to her mind being...complicated. If I do as you suggest then-"

"You have until the end of the day to make her bend the knee, I will tolerate no more delays..." Veronakh commanded.

"But...Great One! Did you not say that you wanted a willing subject?!" Du'Maat pleaded.

"Preferably yes, but your project is distracting you from other matters that I will need your skills with. I expect Jack to be obedient and ready by the end of this planet's solar cycle one way or another. Is that understood?"

The Cryptek looked to the floor in submission, "...Yes...Great One. I understand."

"Good, anything else I should be aware of?"

The assembly shook their heads though Du'Maat looked downcast, "Very well, return to your duties."

The assembly of lords dispersed, leaving the Phaeron alone to look out once more at the skyline of his city. Solvatas and Kor'Pharas paired up and walked together back behind the throne and down the hall towards the portal network. When one of the gates opened, the Vymark took the lead and entered the portal back to Omega with Kor'Pharas right behind her.

When they arrived and felt safe to talk openly between each other via their internal comms, Kor'Pharas spoke first, "So it begins..."

"Indeed, he does not seem suspicious in regards to Shepard just yet. No doubt that will change once the shackle is removed."

"Do you have a contingency for that outcome?"

"Possibly, a bit forward, but hopefully he will tolerate my excuse citing my usual exasperating demeanor."

"In either case, there will be repercussions."

"I accepted them the day I pledged myself once again to Szarakh. For now, I have meetings to attend to."

Solvatas then handed Kor'Pharas a device, which he then installed on his skeletal frame. Upon activating it, his body changed in appearance to that of a larger than average Krogan dressed in green and black attire. Solvatas chuckled at the sight.

Confused the Praetorian asked, "The disguise is that amusing to you?"

The Vymark shook her head, "No...it's just the irony of it."

Solvatas then activated her own Asari disguise and walked over to look out the window of her chambers. She looked to a new bar that had recently opened a few blocks out called Asphodel, where an old Krogan sat outside, drinking away his sorrows with Ryncol in his hands. Kor'Pharas joined her by the window as she continued to look, "That Krogan there, he was called Patriarch. Apparently he was formerly the ruler of Omega before Aria came. She ruined him and made him a bondsman to send a message to all on Omega that she was in charge. You would think with her dead, he would be glad, but no. I think he grew too used to being her advisor. Now all he does is drink away his sorrows as if he lost an old friend."

Kor'Pharas once more looked over his new holographic form, "I can see why you found our disguises...ironic. Still, we have much to do Vymark."

"Yes, of course. Take command of the Serap and proceed to these coordinates. I've already sent a message ahead to the Quarian fleet that you would be coming."

Kor'Pharas nodded and began to proceed out of the Vymark's chambers, leaving Solvatas to her thoughts.

Shepard's Kodiak shuttle touched down into a hole on the planet's surface that had been blasted through months ago. Within this scorched section of rock was the entrance to the mining facility. According to Solvatas' data, the mining colony had dropped out of contact several months prior to their arrival. The Commander stepped off the shuttle in his N7 armor suite and withdrew a Tempest SMG. Miranda stepped off behind him, now in full combat gear, alongside Garrus who readied his Phaeston in heavy armor.

After a moment of looking around the entrance to the mine and monitoring the motion tracker on his HUD, Shepard looked to his team, "Looks deserted."

A cry suddenly emitted from the mine entrance. An agonized painful cry that they all knew quite well. It caused them all to point their weapons at the entrance, but when no husks emerged Garrus spoke up, "Well this is a nice change of pace from the last few places we've looked into."

"It also means that there is Reaper tech here. Miranda, do you know how many people were working at this mine?"

Miranda activated her Omni-tool and went over the dossier of the facility, "Let's see...according to the personnel manifest...seventy-eight people worked here."

Garrus grimaced, "So we're likely taking on over a platoon of husks...in close quarters."

Shepard shrugged, "Not ideal I know, but we need that tech. Cover the entrance, I think I see something nearby."

Garrus and Miranda took up positions to overwatch the entrance, while Shepard investigated something he spied in a darkened corner nearby. Upon closer inspection, it was a cargo container along with a desiccated human skeleton bearing a data pad in it's hand. The Commander picked it up and looked at its contents and only found the message, "If you're reading this... get the hell outta this place! Now!"

"What is it?" Miranda asked.

Shepard pocketed the PDA before looking to his XO, "It's the usual message for people to stay away."

"Keep shut, only dead inside eh?" Garrus quipped.

"Sort of."

Shepard activated his Omni-tool and began to scan a cache of supplies near the skeletal remains, "Some supplies here, looks like he was trying to get out in a hurry but got caught. Though being bones I can't exactly tell the cause of death."

Miranda came over to give the remains a look herself, "Given we're dealing with husks, likely he was beaten to death."

Once the Commander was done scanning, he looked over and saw in Garrus' body language that he was getting aggravated about something, "Garrus."

"Hmmm?"

"Something bothering you?" Shepard asked.

The Turian looked away, "...Would it even matter?"

"If it affects the mission, yes it does. So before we get in deep, you may as well get whatever you have on your mind out right now."

Garrus turned to Shepard, the Turian's visor hiding the angst that was now bubbling to the surface, "Thank you for giving me permission...sir."

The Commander crossed his arms, "What's with that attitude?"

"Shepard...if we complete this mission, we're going to be giving the Necrons an even greater advantage. Did you already forget what we talked about before?"

"Of course not."

"Then why are we still doing this?"

"Because if we don't, then your freedom will be taken from you and we will be right back to square one. We keep going along with this until we can find a way out."

Garrus approached Shepard with a more aggressive stride, "Or...you're already compromised but you're too damn stubborn to admit it."

The Commander frowned, "This is not a great time to be questioning my authority Garrus..."

"It never is, but I told you I wouldn't let your bad orders get by me anymore." said Garrus now face to face with his old friend.

"I know its a stretch Vakarian, I've been getting it from Joker too, but you guys need to trust me."

"How? How can we possibly trust you after everything that's happened? After everything we've done!?"

"I'm trying to save everyone on our ship Garrus!"

"At the expense of everyone else in the galaxy?! I thought you of all people would understand sacrifice, that in order to protect innocent people, sometimes we have to give up our future and our lives!"

"Only when there is no other way! We haven't reached that point yet!"

"Really? From where I'm standing, we're already at the precipice. I don't want to live with more innocent lives on my conscience Shepard! What's the point of even having my mind back if its just going to be filled with the memories of all the terrible shit I've ever done?!"

A whispered laughter was suddenly heard by the Commander whose eyes widened in horror. He looked to Miranda and saw the same look in her eyes. If she could hear the laughter too then it meant only one thing. A dark shadow with glowing green eyes appeared behind Garrus, the Turian realizing something was wrong when both Miranda and Shepard looked at him wide eyed. Garrus spun around and saw the shadow solidify a hand that promptly grabbed him by the head. Stepping through the shadow, the body that the hand was connected to appeared, taking on the form of Veronakh in his smaller Necron lord appearance.

The metallic figure cracked a smile and laughed as Garrus struggled to free himself from the Necron lord's grasp, "Oh Mr. Vakarian, ever the rebel. It seems you need to be reminded about the truth of your situation...little Turian."

Garrus struggled against the illusion of Veronakh, still trying to pry the hand from his head, "Fuck...you! I'd rather die here than go along with whatever you have planned!"

"At what price Mr. Vakarian? Do your friends and loved ones have to suffer just to satisfy that prideful ego of yours?"

"Don't...you dare lay a finger on them you son of a bitch!"

Veronakh drew close and whispered into Garrus' ear, "Oh but I will...Mr. Vakarian. My influence within the Turian Heirarchy is growing. It wouldn't be hard to learn where your father...or your sister reside. With your experience in mind...it wouldn't be too difficult for you to imagine what a few well placed agents of mine could do."

Garrus' looked with an incensed glare at the Necron lord, "If I ever get out of this, I swear I'll find a way to kill you."

Veronakh chortled in response, "Greater beings then you have tried and failed. If threats with some reasoned arguments won't persuade you then perhaps...a moment of pure agony will get my point across."

The Necron's hand looked to be squeezing down and Garrus gripped his head and screamed in agony. It felt like his body was internally burning up in pain, images flashed before his mind, ones of his sister and his father killed in multiple ways and methods. Then came the memories of his squad, of the body bags he personally had to fill. All this along with the pain brought the Turian to his hands and knees.

Garrus felt his head being brought up to look directly at Veronakh who still had the Turian's head in his grasp, "Now imagine Mr. Vakarian that feeling, lasting for days upon days. The pain and agony, the memories of loss...all of that continuing for weeks on end. Driving you to madness. I know all of your secrets little Turian and so long as you are connected to this dynasty, you will either do as bid...or suffer in whatever manner hurts the most."

Garrus began to bleed out of his ears and nose a little but still mustered the strength to get his own point across, "...Maybe that's what I deserve. I knew I was never good enough to be a real leader... but...if my suffering can slow you down even a little...then maybe..."

Veronakh laughed again, "You would literally endure what many would consider hell itself...all to slow me down? Trying to live up to your people's reputation? I thought you considered yourself a 'bad' Turian Mr. Vakarian?"

Garrus shook his head, "I'm only bad, because I don't like bad orders...and your orders...are the worst."

Veronakh smiled and prepared to make the Turian go through another bout of hell when surpisingly Shepard spoke up, "Veronakh! Please! I need him!"

The Necron lord's avatar looked to the Commander with a raised brow, "He has already declared his outright refusal to obey you Shepard. I'm simply breaking him in for you since I know you don't have the stomach for it."

"Torturing him isn't going to get him to cooperate."

"It worked for you did it not?"

"That's different, I felt the same way he did...I just..." The Commander then choked on his own words.

Veronakh chuckled, "Yes...hope...you still have hope that there's freedom at the end of this 'tenure', waiting for you. Mr. Vakarian on the other hand, has already given up...accepted that he is a failure. 'Hell' would be exactly what he wants."

Garrus could feel the metaphorical grip lessen on his head, but the Necron lord wasn't done, "I suppose a different tact is required here."

Another surge of electricity shot through the Turian's nervous system causing him to cry out in pain before Veronakh released him and let him drop to the ground. The metallic despot's avatar looked to Shepard, "Now...give Mr. Vakarian a command."

The Commander was confused at first but eventually gave one, "Garrus...ready up."

Much to the Turian's surprise he got up and readied his Phaeston but not by his own volition, "Wha...what's going on?!"

Veronakh smiled, "Simple...I've made your rebellious mind irrelevant once again. Your body will now obey Shepard's commands...even if you will not."

"Bastard!"

"Garrus that's enough, keep your mouth shut for now." The Commander ordered.

The former vigilante suddenly found himself unable to move his mouth to speak, causing Veronakh to chuckle, "Truth be told, this was more entertaining than I thought it would be!"

The avatar of the Necron lord looked to Shepard again, "Now Commander I anticipate there will be no more delays?"

Both Miranda and the Commander shook their heads, "No, we can handle things from here."

"Good...Solvatas will be along soon to check on your progress." the avatar's form began to disperse, "I anticipate your findings will be worth the wait."

Within a few eye blinks the Necron lord's avatar had dissipated into a black mist, leaving the three of them to their task. Shepard began moving to the door but Miranda spoke up before he could pass through, "Shepard...do we really need to do this?"

"Miranda...please." The Commander turned to look at his XO, "I wish, I could explain why I feel hopeful in spite of everything. But like I said, if you just trust me this one last time, you'll understand."

Miranda could only hang her head, taking in everything before looking to the former Spectre and nodding. Shepard then looked to Garrus and ordered, "Stay close Garrus and watch for threats."

The Commander knew that Garrus was angered at being unable to retort against him. But at this point they had a mission to accomplish and even if it was against the Turian's will, Shepard was confident that in the end he would understand. As the three of them entered into the mine, a figure decloaked at the edge of the exposed ceiling above the mine entrance revealing a helmeted Asari.

Tel'Se actIvated her Omni-tool and spoke into it, "Did you get all that?"

"Yeah...so it was him..." responded Maius over the comm.

"You're talking about the Turian right? You know him?"

"Garrus Vakarian...yeah...didn't think he would get involved in this but...looks like he doesn't have much choice."

"How do you want to play this?"

"We'll let Shepard lead us to what he's looking for. When he finds it, that's where it'll go down. He'll either surrender, or take a permanent vacation in the rust dirt on this planet."

The Admiralty Board of the Migrant Fleet began to gather on the holographic vid call. This meeting was rather impromptu as they only recently got the message from the Solvatakh Dynasty that they wished to enter into negotiations with them. Ordinarily they would ignore such requests from outside parties but recent events, coupled with the contents of the message from the Dynasty itself led most of the board to at least hear out what the diplomat had to say.

Admiral Shala'Raan vas Tonbay began as Admiral Zaal'Koris vas Qwib-Qwib finally joined the conference vid call, "Good to see all of you here promptly. I understand we have a diplomat arriving soon?"

"Yes...one associated with a growing power in the Terminus." Admiral Han'Gerrel vas Neema then crossed his arms, "I don't like it. There are plenty of other factions and powers they could deal with."

"Perhaps they recognize the Quarian people's worth in the galaxy? After all our talents in engineering and programming are highly sought after." said Admiral Daro'Xen vas Moreh.

Admiral Koris shook his head, "Or they simply wish to use us for nefarious ends. I've heard the rumors about this Solvatakh Dynasty and none of them are good. I must agree with Han'Gerrel that these people taking an interest in our fleet is rather unsettling. Especially considering their highly militarist aggression against Omega station."

"As far as I understand it, they maintain the largest mech army we've seen thus far. Considering our situation and our skill sets, maybe Xen's assertion isn't far off from the truth. Though I agree with you Han, their recent aggression with their neighbors is off-putting. But I believe we should at least hear what they have to say." Admiral Zorah said.

"I doubt it will be anything worth hearing." Koris muttered.

Han'Gerrel then looked to the most neutral of his fellows on the subject, "What do you think Raan? You've been rather quiet about this."

Admiral Raan crossed her arms, "It is difficult for me. I understand that with our current debate regarding the homeworld we could use any support we can. But I do not want us to be entwined with a power that the galaxy considers its latest threat. Have you heard about what the Turians have been doing in response to everything happening?"

"Yes, they've begun instituting more check points around their holdings and setting up battle groups to cover relay's leading from the Terminus to Council space. Nothing unexpected given what is happening." Han reported.

Admiral Koris frowned behind his visor, "I've heard rumors that the Dynasty ruthlessly culled the Alliance Garrison at the Watson colony. The last thing we need is to be associated with some criminal enterprise with no intention to take prisoners in war."

Admiral Xen was indifferent, "The Alliance hasn't exactly done us any favors either Koris. It is tragic what happened to the humans but lets not forget that the galaxy still considers our people vagrants. Treating our young people on pilgrimage as criminals! I say we need to focus on what will benefit us in the long run and not worry about what the galaxy thinks. Its not like that can be any worse than what we are already experiencing."

A Quarian ensign suddenly interjected the call , "Admirals, we have detected an unknown ship on approach from the Mass Relay."

"Bring it up on screen." ordered Admiral Han'Gerrel.

The ensign did so from his station and a picture of the craft appeared in the feed of the vid-call. It was a crescent shaped craft, black with green tinted lighting across its hull. The scans couldn't detect what exactly the ship was made out of or even what kind of weaponry it had. Only visual data could be reliably obtained and it unnerved Han'Gerrel especially, "I've seen many classes of ships over the years...I've never seen anything like that."

"Never thought I would see you nervous over the sight of a ship Gerrel." Koris remarked.

The seasoned Admiral continued, "Its size is about average for a ship of cruiser weight, but we can't pick up anything regarding what its made of or its capabilities. Meaning our radar pings are likely being absorbed by the material of the ship itself."

"You're saying its some kind of stealth vessel?" Admiral Raan asked.

Han nodded, "Likely so, meaning that this Dynasty isn't just any ordinary group of criminals or cabal of pirates..."

Koris shook and held his helmeted head with one hand, "Wonderful... we just happen to invite what could be something even worse than either of those into OUR home..."

Xen admonished her compatriot, "No need to get dramatic Koris, there's no reason to believe that they have hostile intentions."

"Least not yet." muttered Koris.

"Admirals! We're being hailed!" reported another ensign.

"Well, we did allow them to come. Let's stop prattling on about the worst case scenario and get on with this." Admiral Xen said.

The Admirals all eventually nodded in agreement before Han'Gerrel ordered, "Put it through ensign."

Eventually a new holographic square joined the conference call. It was black at first before lighting kicked in on the video revealing a large Krogan, wreathed in green tinted light. He was huge for his species, his hump nearly twice as big as an average Krogan. He wore an elaborate black green attire and upon his chest was a symbol of his office. When he spoke, his voice was deep and powerful, "Greetings Admirals...I am...Korvas. I am here to delegate the Queen of Omega's interests on her behalf."

"Welcome Korvas, I am Admiral Rael'Zorah and with us on call are Admirals Han'Gerrel vas Neema, Shala'Ran vas Tonbay, Daro'Xen vas Moreh, and Zaal'Koris vas Qwib Qwib.

The Admirals gave the courteous nods in response to their names but Zaal'Koris simply crossed his arms.

"Thank you Admirals for taking the time to entreat with us today." Korvas nodded.

"Yes, your message said that you had information regarding Geth outposts and patrol routes but that you also wanted to enter into an arrangement around mineral resources?" Han'Gerrel asked.

The Krogan nodded, "You are correct Admiral Han'Gerrel, the dynasty has recently become aware of several worlds of interest that have confirmed Geth activity. Considering the Geth's antagonism to the rest of the galaxy, I believe cooperation in their elimination could provide a mutual benefit along with being the first step in a future partnership."

Koris still had his arms crossed, "That's rather dubious at this point considering the recent events surrounding your organization."

"Ah, I am not surprised at your hesitation, but I thought that your race above all others would understand that it is not as clear cut as the galactic media likes to portray it as." replied Korvas.

"Perhaps you can alleviate Admiral Zaal'Koris' skepticism with an explanation Korvas. After all if you wish to enter into a partnership with us on a mutual venture then perhaps you can explain why your dynasty chose to be as aggressive as it has been as of late." Admiral Raan said.

Korvas nodded, "Yes...well...I only recently came into the employ of the dynasty in service to Solvatas. But as I understand it, it was a matter of reclamation."

"Reclamation?" Admiral Han replied with a raised brow.

"Yes, our master awoke from cryosleep after thousands of years of hibernation, escaping from galactic calamity. He found his former dynastic worlds occupied and was greatly incensed. While he understands now that it was an error to simply take the worlds back by force, at the time his reason had been clouded due to his long hibernation. You Quarians also understand the feeling of having your own homeworld occupied." said the Krogan diplomat.

"I suppose that could be possible, but who is your master if not Solvatas? Is there one even higher in authority than her?" Admiral Zorah asked.

Korvas smiled, "Yes, as you saw during the broadcast of Solvatas' coronation. My master is of a race of cybernetic organisms. Organic minds utilizing robotic shells to grant themselves immortality, the Necrontyr have lived far beyond any race in the galaxy that you know of. They have much to teach and provide, at the right price of course."

Admiral Xen brought a hand to her chin, "Intriguing, that is if what you say is true. That also depends on whether this price of yours is reasonable or not."

"That is why I am here Admiral Daro'Xen. To find that which is reasonable to you, after all the Geth may soon come into contact with us as our territory expands. My master does not wish for such nuisances to spoil his chance to reclaim his people's former glory." replied the Krogan.

"All well and good Korvas but first I believe you must give a little first before you can expect anything of us in return." replied Daro'Xen

"Yes, also how can we even verify your story? It sounds rather far-fetched if you ask me." Admiral Koris said.

The Krogan outstretched his arms, "This very vessel is a testament to my master's power. This ship, that you would dub a cruiser, is but a mere escort to the might of the Necrontyr fleet. We have already detected your attempts to scan us and I can presume they failed?"

"...Ahem, we did several scans as a precautionary measure." Han'Gerrel replied slightly put off.

Korvas waved off the Quarian admiral assuredly, "We do not take offense at this, but even if you could, they would only serve to bolster my claims."

"So your dynasty still intends to expand its borders? I can't imagine the other powers around the Terminus will be too pleased once they find out about this." Koris replied.

Korvas was unmoved, "My master will attempt annexation through negotiation where he can. I cannot guarantee he will not use force in certain instances however. I find it surprising you would be wary of order coming to the Terminus, Admiral Zaal'Koris."

"I am wary of an association with your dynasty that will threaten the security of our fleet. What guarantee do we have if say, we do enter into an agreement with you, that there will not be retaliation against us?" Admiral Koris asked once more crossing his arms.

"You have our word and our pledge that those who attack you will be our enemies as well and will be promptly dealt with. My master is already far ahead on those concerns as he is already neutralizing much of the major pirate fleets in his domain." Said the Krogan diplomat.

Admiral Xen shook her head, "I feel as if we are getting ahead of ourselves here. I hear alot of promises but I am more interested in what you actually have on hand to provide."

A datastream was detected coming from the crescent craft, "This I believe is the information you seek?" Korvas replied.

Admiral Han'Gerrel began typing into his console and then received an advisory from one of his techs to be on standby in case of a hacking attempt. The datastream was allowed but it was brief, with only about twenty seconds of data wirelessly transmitted. When the data was scrubbed and the tech found nothing, Han'Gerrel was told via text that the data contained only one location and that Geth had been detected with some kind of large device that seemed to be altering the weather. The location was on Canalus in the Dirada system.

The Krogan brought up one large finger, "This is but one location of several others we have on hand. Whatever the Geth are up to, it could have dire implications."

"True...alright, what is your price?" Han'Gerrel asked.

A spreadsheet of data containing names of metals and minerals appeared on the vid-call for the Admirals to review as the Krogan continued, "For more details on the information we have already given you along with the other locations, we request shipments of these designated materials. To show our good faith we will also trade in any materials that we have in excess that you may be interested in."

Admiral Xen brought a hand to her chin thoughtfully, "Hmmm, that sounds reasonable, but I am not certain if all present are in agreement."

"I have already made my stance quite clear Daro." Koris said.

Xen rolled her eyes, "Obviously Zaal...well then, what about the rest of you?"

Admiral Raan nodded, "A reasonable trade. Though our fleet needs every resource it can acquire at the moment, I am not sure if this is the most appropriate time for anything more than that."

Korvas smiled, "Ah, I see, then allow me to offer yet another proposal."

"You seem to have them in abundance..." Koris muttered narrowing his eyes.

"One does not go into a negotiation unprepared Admiral." Korvas smiled.

Xen shook her head, "Koris, he's been respectful thus far, there's no need to be crass."

"I can't believe how you can just keep listening to him considering tha-"

"Koris! We've been over this! Let the Krogan finish!" Han'Gerrel interjected.

The Krogan bowed in response, "Thank you Admiral. I propose that a sort of loan can be arranged since you seem to be very concerned about your own resource reserves. The dynasty has in its possession, an array of specialized drones for the various tasks of manual labor, mining, and construction. I offer these units, for your own mining needs in exchange for a percentage of the extracted ore. I understand the Quarian people in addition to being experts at engineering and technical skills are no less adept at prospecting and strip mining, yes?"

Admiral Zorah nodded, "Indeed, at what rate are you proposing?"

"Considering these drones are quite advanced and thus will improve mining outcomes significantly, I believe a rate of sixty to forty percent, your way, will be fair." Korvas offered.

"Sixty-five, thirty-five." Han'Gerrel counter offered.

Korvas raised a brow, "Oh? Sixty-two to thirty-eight then."

After a moment Rael'Zorah spoke up, "I agree to these terms."

One by one the Quarian Admirals nodded except for Zaal'Koris who could only shake his head at his peers.

"Then it is agreed, on screen now is an agreement I have prepared." Korvas said as he pressed something on his console.

An electronic contract appeared on each of the Quarian Admirals screens and each Admiral took time to scrutinize it. After all, many times companies attempted to take advantage of the Quarians with slanted or poorly written agreements. A few moments passed before each Admiral approved of it with a signature and even Zaal'Koris had to sign it begrudgingly.

The Krogan smiled with satisfaction, "Excellent, I will have the first shipment of drones provided to your fleet by mid-day tomorrow. I hope that will be sufficient for you?"

"Yes, we have another prospector mission set to head out tomorrow afternoon. These drones had better be as efficient as you say they are." warned Han.

"I guarantee it Admiral Han'Gerrel. After all they helped build the very vessel I stand in and no doubt you can attest to its quality just by looking at it." the Krogan boasted.

"Well if there is nothing else to discuss then we must move on to other matters Mr. Korvas." said Admiral Zorah.

"Of course, have a good day Admirals." bowed the Krogan.

"Korvas" deactivated his holographic screen and then disengaged his disguise. The Triarch Praetorian then activated a communication uplink to Omega station and a new green holographic window featuring an old Asari's face greeted him, "The Quarians have agreed to the terms."

Solvatas smiled, "Good work Kor'Pharas. This will provide the Phaeron with a means of gaining access to their fleet and new shipments of immediate resources."

"Even with the negotiated rates, the coming resources from the Quarians for now will still not make up for the delay the Collectors caused." The Praetorian warned.

"True, but for now we are gaining trust. Trust no doubt Veronakh will exploit to plant agents within their fleet."

"What is our next move?" asked Kor'Pharas

"You may return to your regular duties, but I may need you to manage things on Omega for a time."

"For what reason?"

"The Normandy's AI is set to inform me of any irregularities that it detects before informing the pilot, Mr. Moreau. He has ignored several suspicious sensor readings, likely due to his currently flustered attitude."

"Enough to warrant your presence?"

"I was going to check on their progress regardless. If its what I suspect, then it means the Normandy is being watched."

"Whom do you suspect would be watching?"

"Could be either Spectres, Cerberus, or a myriad of other groups that Shepard has antagonized. Regardless, too many factors rest on that technology being recovered intact and I will not allow any interference."

"Of course Vymark." bowed the Praetorian.

Shepard's team had been taking it slow, methodically clearing out the rust colored cavern ahead of them and silently taking down any shambling husks wandering about. They hardly spoke, except Garrus whose voice was still being suppressed by the Commander's order. But now aggressive moaning and shrieks were sounding all around them, likely due to the team's proximity to the Reaper technology.

Expecting another wave of assaulting husks, Shepard ordered, "Stay close, watch the flanks!" He readied his Tempest as the team entered into a more open cavern. Suddenly the pattering of bare feet upon red stone was heard echoing throughout the cavernous space. The former miners began to rush them from several tunnels along with one crawling up a shaft from behind the Commander. Shepard elbowed the creature in the face as it grabbed onto the ends of a railing from the shaft before it could pull itself up. He then followed it up by unleashing a burst of rounds into the chest of one of the closest husks that rushed him.

Miranda hit a trio of the zombie cyborgs with a warp before using her own Tempest sub-machine gun to shred their legs off at the thigh. She continued firing, the rounds tearing through their torso's and skulls as the husks hit the ground. Garrus was watching the rear, his back to Shepard's. His Phaeston rifle quickly blared into a crowd of four husks bearing down on his firing lane. The former vigilante had killed half of them before another husk leapt off a ledge from above and landed on him forcing the Turian to the ground. Shepard spun around, readying a twin bladed omni-blade with an electrical current. He stabbed the husk in the back, shocking it, allowing Garrus to get the zombified miner off and bring his Phaeston to bear on the two husks in front of him. With two quick bursts to their heads the cybernetic monsters quickly fell to the ground with ventilated craniums.

Shepard helped his compatriot up and then motioned to Miranda to follow him toward a passage that seemed to have powerful flood lights on. The sounds of shrieking husks followed them as they proceeded down into the tunnel. At the end, it opened up into a large space featuring a hollowed out alcove that contained various equipment and explosive charges. In the center of it was a large structure, purple in coloration. It hummed with energy, blue lighting slightly pulsing, indicating rythmic power fluctuations going through it.

The Commander surmised that this was what they were looking for, but at the moment they needed to deal with the next wave of husks already preparing to swarm them from all directions, "Garrus! Take up a position by the leg strut of that structure! Miranda! You and I have the front!"

Garrus got under the Reaper artifact and swapped to his Mantis rifle. He then took up cover by one of the artifact's leg struts and waited. Meanwhile Shepard and Miranda took up positions at the front of a ramp that led up into the alcove where they took cover by two stacks of concrete slabs. Shepard grabbed a pouch of thermal clips that were to be used for mining equipment and checked them. They were compatible with his weapons but he didn't know how much he could get out of them in a protracted fight. The sounds of husks reverberated off the rust stone caverns as the squad loaded thermal clips and prepared for the fight.

Rushing footsteps were heard, followed by the moans of the cyborgs as they appeared from every entrance and attacked. Garrus started off with an AP loaded Mantis round that overpenetrated through a line of husks coming out of the cavern entrance that the team had previously come through. More husks began pouring out of cracks and crevices nearby to assault Miranda and Shepard's flanks. Another group of four attacked the team's left and the Commander noted several red husks among them. When they started to glow brightly he called to his XO, "Miranda slam that red husk in the center!"

Miranda quickly reached out her arm which then wreathed in biotic power. The red husk was lifted into the air and then quickly brought to the ground, causing it to detonate among the horde. Husks went flying into the air and the second red husk detonated sending pieces of the Reaper thralls all over.

Shepard kept his Tempest firing into another wave of husks approaching from the right, mowing them down as quickly as he could to stem the tide. When he needed to reload, a husk was able to sneak up behind him from another nearby crevice in the floor. It leapt onto the Commander's back and hit him in the back of the head several times. He was nearly knocked out from the husk's flurry of blows before a Mantis shot rang out and blew the offending creature's head off. Miranda quickly helped her Commander back up while sending out another slam attack which caused the affected husk to smash into a group of its brethren from above.

Shepard and Miranda concentrated their sub-machine gun's fire to wipe out the remaining husks in front of them, cutting apart the tide of cyborgs in a hailstorm of lead. Suddenly the sounds of rifle fire were heard back where the team had come from. The moans and shrieks were still heard but were quickly being cut short with more gun fire.

"Survivors maybe?" Shepard thought, but considering how long things had been quiet at this mine, unlikely. Someone must have followed them here. Were they mercenaries or pirates hoping to make a quick score? Considering all of the Commander's enemies, it could possibly be any one of them.

Miranda looked to her Commander concerned, no doubt thinking the exact same thing as he was. Shepard didn't say anything, but he motioned with his hands to fall back and keep watch. When he got to his previous cover he passed out some of the extra thermal clips from the bag to Miranda who then pocketed them. The Commander then risked getting on comms, "Garrus, secure the artifact and check it for any traps. Then secure the explosives and bring them up front. We may need to set the table for uninvited guests."

"Spirits what the hell were you thinking?!" Maius shouted in his helmet.

Tel'Se Neran then kicked the dead cyborg corpse off her body before shouting back, "Not wanting to get my face smashed in by freaking zombies for one!"

The Turian Spectre stomped over to her, pointing a talon in her direction, "You got too close to the action Tel'Se and now thanks to you we've lost the element of surprise!"

Tel'Se shrugged still frowning, "Well cry harder! I didn't know those things could detect me even while cloaked!"

"Everyone please! We still have a mission to accomplish!" said Gefren coming between the two with outstretched claws.

Maius put a talon to his helmeted face, "Ugh! Fine! I'm over it, I just need a minute to think."

The Turian Spectre paced a moment amongst the remains of the dead husks that had ambushed them before a plan began to form in his mind, "Okay, Shepard knows someone else is here but he doesn't know how many or their intentions. Kusko, Tel'Se, if there aren't anymore of those...'things', I want you to infiltrate through the adjacent caverns. I'll take the main passage alone and get Shepard's attention."

"Bold but he'll suspect you're up to something." Gefren replied.

"No doubt, but based on what we saw he had only two other people with him. In terms of sheer numbers Gefren, we have the advantage. Based on the scans of this place he's backed into a corner. So either he backs down or goes down shooting. In any case there's no escape this time."

Tel'Se shook her head, "That hinges on whether or not he even wants to talk..."

"Maybe, but I've got the armor and biotics to take the heat. You guys just need to get into position to overwatch."

"Just to remind you Maius...I'm not here to kill anyone for you." said Kusko crossing his arms.

Maius turned the drell's way frowning, "I know, that's why Tel'Se or myself will likely take the shot or hell even Gefren if he gets a chance. You can use the shock rifle we gave you to neutralize either of his guys if they try anything, so you can at least be useful. You're lucky I'm still willing to put up with your bs AND pay you for your time on top of it."

The Drell frowned, annoyed at the Turian Sentinel. Kusko knew it was difficult for others to understand his position, given his skill set and choice of profession. But he had his own reasons for no longer taking the path of the hunter. He didn't feel the need to explain himself to those who would likely just move on with their lives once this was done. Still he felt he had to be here, to at least be a witness as to why someone such as Shepard would fall so far.

Maius then waved them off, "Alright enough talking, get into your positions."

Gefren waddled up beside his Turian cohort, "Well if you're going in through the front I may as well come with you. Maybe help with the negotiation if Shepard is willing."

"Sure, you can take the front with me if you want. It's your ass though if he decides to shoot first." Maius snarkly added.

"Well, that's what extra shielding and a very tall Turian are for!" Gefren quipped.

That got Maius to finally give a chuckle before readying his own Phaeston. He motioned with his head for the others to move out and began heading into the cavern passage while Tel'Se and Kusko went down seperate paths to the same destination. Finally, Shepard would be brought in and then Maius would be able to deal with much bigger problems.

Shepard heard more footsteps approaching and based on the sound of them, they were likely heavy boots. Whoever it was, was approaching cautiously. Shepard looked to Miranda and nodded. She hid herself among the concrete slabs out of sight while he cloaked and manuevered out into the open to look through his sniper scope down the tunnel. There he found an armored Turian and a Volus in a modified hard suit approaching with weapons drawn.

He fell back to his previous position with Miranda where he disengaged his cloak, "Two coming through, a Turian and a Volus."

Miranda was taken slightly aback at the notion, "A Volus? Normally they would prefer to stay out of dangerous situations and leave the heavy lifting to their enforcers."

"Maybe this one is different, he's letting the Turian take the lead obviously. Got the explosives synced to your Omni-tool?"

Miranda nodded, "Just say the word and that entrance will be buried, though it will certainly make getting out more challenging."

"Alright wait for my signal, Garrus watch the flanks for any movement."

The Commander then cloaked away to another location out of Miranda's line of sight while she remained hidden with her Omni-tool at the ready. The footfalls could be heard picking up the pace. Maybe they saw Shepard's shimmer and were coming in to investigate? Regardless the Normandy XO was ready, her finger hovering over the detonation button on the holographic screen. Then the Turian appeared at the mouth of the tunnel and suddenly called out, "Shepard! I know you're in here! Show yourself! You've got nowhere else to go traitor!"

"Miranda standby." Shepard told her over comms.

The Commander called back from some hidden place in the hollowed out area, "Should have figured it was you Gravinius. You didn't seem the type to take a hint."

"Well you know how it is when you're a Spectre, Commander. I've been authorized to take you in by whatever means necessary. Dead or alive..."

"Guess I shouldn't be too surprised you'd want payback for what happened on the Citadel."

"This isn't about revenge Shepard, you've gone too far! You've already been stripped of your Spectre status! I know about your connections to this Solvatakh Dynasty and we know they're the ones pulling your team's strings."

"So what do you want then? You know I can't simply turn myself in, I assume you saw what happened to Zaeed."

"Yeah but I figured maybe this one last time you'd do the right thing and maybe give us intel that's concrete, without having to beat your ass to get it."

"...Funny, but you're in no position to be demanding anything from me."

"Oh really and why is that?"

"Because if you don't leave then you'll be buried along with us."

The Turian looked behind him and quickly saw several devices with pulsing lights along the mouth of the tunnel, "Really? You'd go that far for the sake of your new employers?"

"They're not exactly my employers and I'm not doing this because I believe in their cause."

A sound caught the Turian's attention and he turned around and was about to bring up his rifle but quickly found Commander Shepard with his Tempest SMG aiming right at his face.

"Even with your shields, at this close range this will tear you apart before you get a shot off. Drop your weapon Gravinius." Shepard ordered.

The Turian slowly knelt down and allowed the rifle to fall from his talons. The Commander kicked the weapon away, "Your Volus friend, call him out, we know he's still in the tunnel."

"Gefren come on out, he knows." Maius called on his comms.

The Volus wandered out with his claw hands up, pistol in hand before he too carefully set his weapon on the cavern floor. Shepard continued, "Step away from the weapons and get up against the wall."

The pair did so with their hands up. Shepard kept his Tempest trained on Maius' head the entire time they moved, never taking his eyes off him, "Show me your face."

The Turian tapped the side of his helmet twice, revealing his features. Shepard continued, "Since you know about the Solvatakh Dynasty I suppose something big has happened."

Maius nodded, "Yeah, they killed Aria T'Loak and took over the Omega station along with its Mass Relay. Situation has the whole Citadel Council on edge. Surprised you didn't know about it."

"I was busy at the time." Shepard glanced at the Volus making sure he wasn't trying anything before continuing, "So that's why you're after what I know? Hoping to find a weakness?"

"You've got to know something." Maius stated.

Shepard grimaced, "If I did why would I be helping them? They forced me into this position. I tried to fight back and lost, but it seems they don't intend to kill us."

"What do they want?" Gefren asked.

The Commander glanced at the Volus, "To dominate, to control. They've already spread their influence around quite a bit, I'm guessing you've noticed."

Maius shrugged, "Yeah."

"That's just the start, if I had a guess, they'll eventually seek to control the whole galaxy. They have no weakness and no, they aren't the Reapers I was telling everyone about."

The Turian Spectre cocked a brow, "They sure look like Reapers."

"Yeah but the way they are going about things isn't the Reaper's style. I've hit them with everything I had and all I did was just slow them down. We can't beat them."

Maius grew annoyed from listening to Shepard's negativity, "Everything has a weakness, you just gave up trying."

That seemed to strike a nerve to Shepard, his eyes turning to an incensed glare, "You try fighting something that has everyone you care about at gun point! I had no choice!"

"Sure you do...problem is you just don't have what it takes to make the tough calls."

A shot rang out and a woman's voice was heard crying out in pain. Miranda slumped over to the side from her cover, electricity surging through her body. Shepard turned and his eyes widened, "Miranda!"

Garrus responded in kind and opened fire on the offending sniper, but it was unknown to Shepard whether his friend had killed the target. Quick return fire from another sniper forced Garrus to take cover while at the same time, the Commander found himself tackled by Maius. Shepard fired the SMG wildly as he fell onto the deck, where he then started to get punched in the head.

Gefren went to go for the Commander's dropped weapon but fire from Garrus discouraged his attempt and the Volus got down on all fours and fled behind Maius who then took several rounds. His shields held as he quickly rolled off Shepard and took cover behind a small boulder while also withdrawing a backup pistol.

Shepard shook his head to wake up from the ringing in his ears and slowly got himself up while activating his cloak. Garrus maintained suppression with his rifle on Maius, who could only respond with inaccurate pistol rounds from around the boulder. Gefren scrambled on all fours evading gunfire to recover his own weapon before activating his thermal vision. Seeing Shepard ready to strike Maius in the back the Volus yelled out, "Maius behind you!'

The Turian Spectre evaded the electrified Omni-blade from a cloaked Shepard just in time and attempted a counter blow but missed. Gritting his teeth, Maius took more rounds from behind from Garrus. The former Cabal took a gamble and activated his Tech armor's destruct function. The energy burst from the Turian Spectre's shield destruction knocked out Shepard's cloak and disoriented him allowing Maius to charge in and get a good strike with a right hook on the Commander. Gefren sent a sabotage out to Garrus' weapon to cover Maius while he had his shields down, "Now Kusko take the shot!"

Just as Garrus' weapon malfunctioned an energy shot lashed out and hit the former vigilante in the chest. His body wreathing in electricity the former C-Sec operative fell over onto the ground, his limbs still twitching.

Shepard and Maius continued fighting hand to hand, with the Commander getting a few good hits in via a one-two combo from his fists. Gravinius feinted with another right hook getting Shepard to overcommit to a punch with his left. The Turian Spectre grabbed the Commander's wrist and pulled him into a hard punch to the midsection, followed by an elbow to the back as Shepard bent over. Shepard then wrenched his arm free and attempted another punch only to fail and get kicked by Maius. The Commander fell over onto his back, tripping over some rocks on the floor before Gravinus' foot landed on his chest. The sound of a weapon's safety clicking off made him stop struggling and look up to see Maius with his pistol aiming right at him, "You always...*pant*... have to make it difficult don't you Shepard?"

"You're a Spectre...you know how it is. Being a pain in the ass is part of the job." Shepard quipped despite his injuries.

The former Cabal give a slight chuckle at that, "Hah...well...I wish you could have been a pain to someone else's ass. Guess I have to be the one to put you down."

"Maius its alright we have him! We can take him in now there's no need for an execution!" Gefren pleaded.

Maius frowned in annoyance, "Haven't you been paying attention Gefren? Who's to say that his employer won't take over and give him that boost of strength like last time. Or worse burn out his insides like that poor guy we brought in earlier."

Gefren sighed and looked downcast as his friend continued, "Killing him like this...might be the best thing for him."

Shepard switched over to his squad's comms, "Garrus...you have permission...to speak... and move freely."

The Volus was still conflicted, "But Maius...this...doesn't seem right to kill him like this. At the very least-"

"No! I told you this was likely how it was going to have to be, now shut up and let me do my job!"

"You pull that trigger and your going to be joining him." The former vigilante known as Archangel replied. Garrus was barely standing, but despite his injuries he had his Phaeston assault rifle trained on Maius' head.

The Turian Sentinel turned and shook his head in disbelief, "Well, well...tough son of a bitch. That energy pulse from my man should have floored you for hours."

"My shields were still up and his aim was off, though you can't blame him since I got a good hit on his shooting arm earlier." Garrus snarked back.

Maius narrowed his eyes, "You take me out and my people will take you out. In the end I still win."

"Yet you'll be dead, and I imagine these guys lose out on their pay seeing as how they're likely paid contractors."

"You're really willing to die for this asshole Garrus? He and his new boss did put the collar around your neck earlier."

Garrus gruffed in annoyance, "Yeah...he's an asshole...and a coward. By all accounts I should just let you shoot him..."

Shepard closed his eyes and sighed, but Garrus continued, "But he's also my friend...if anyone is going to do anything to him, it's going to be me not a government killer."

"You make it sound like that wasn't your profession at one point."

"C-Sec is hardly the equivalent of the Cabals, Maius."

"Hmph, so where do we go from here? You know I can't let Shepard leave this place alive. He's compromised as are you, though you might be salvagable."

"Maybe, but even he still deserves a chance. As slim as it is."

"I'm not betting the fate of the galaxy on a 'slim' chance Garrus."

Garrus' gaze zeroed in on putting a round in Maius' mouth, "I'm not asking. Stand down and we'll come quietly, pull the trigger and die with us."

Gravinius took his foot off Shepard, who didn't immediately rise, instead he sat up and looked to his old friend. Guilt at what he had made Garrus do earlier was revealed in his eyes through his visor. However, the Turian Spectre still had the gun trained on Shepard's head as he manuevered around to the Commander's backside.

"Put the weapon down Maius." Garrus ordered again.

Maius stubbornly grunted, "You first Garrus."

"Not going to happen."

After a tense moment Maius stopped pointing the weapon at the Commander's head but didn't drop it, "How about this...you kill him and then I'll stand down."

Gefren was flabbergasted, "Maius what the hell kind of-!?"

"Oh don't mind him...that's just his true self breaking through the facade." Garrus replied sarcastically.

The Turian Spectre just shrugged unashamed at his proposal, "I'm just letting you handle it like you said you would. He's your friend after all, you may as well have the opportunity to end his suffering and yours."

The former C-Sec officer shook his head, "Wow...still the same psycho I remember from back in training on Palaven. You always did have a twisted sense of irony."

"I'm just simply calliing your bluff Garrus. You can either take responsibility and do what needs to be done or die in the dirt with him. Your choice."

Garrus slightly relaxed his stance but still maintained aim on Maius. His head slightly turned to the side indicating he was in thought. Shepard stayed silent, seemingly accepting whatever judgement was going to come his way. But the former Omega vigilante returned to his more rigid firing posture and focused his sights on Gravinius, "No...we do this the right way or not at all."

That perked Shepard up at that phrase. The Commander looked toward his friend and saw in Garrus' eyes that he hadn't forgot the lessons instilled in him on the original Normandy. Do the the job right, not fast. Even after everything on Omega and being out in the Terminus for some time, he still deep down knew that that was the right thing to do in the end.

Maius chuckled as he aimed the pistol back at Shepard, "A shame... if only your father could see you now. From a pain in the ass C-Sec officer, to a sidekick for Shepard, then Omega vigilante and finally a full blown criminal and traitor to the Hierarchy."

"And if only you even had a father to be disappointed in you." Garrus replied with snark laced vitriol, "Heard you made some higher ups pretty angry when you went too far fighting insurrectionists. Then officially they dishonorably discharged you and put you in prison. But I guess that was all a cover wasn't it?"

Gravinius still maintained a grin as he generated a light biotic field with his free hand, "Finding out that I had biotics made me useful to certain people. Certain people the Hierarchy needed to do the dirty work. I loved my job, I could go as far as I wanted to when it came to putting down any kind of threat. Being a Spectre though...I will admit, its more annoying then anything. I thought Spectres wouldn't be too different from the Cabals. But thanks to Shepard, the Spectres are more and more pressured to follow his example. Always having to file reports, having to be diplomatic or face some kind of censure. So much easier just getting a target and taking them out no questions asked. In the end though, I still followed orders and got the job done like any real Turian would."

"All while not really changing who you really were in the slightest, pretty typical for a psychopath really." Garrus replied shaking his head.

Maius shrugged, "I suppose so...you and I used to share the same view of how threats needed to be dealt with. I guess that was Shepard's influence rubbing off on you. Now look where he's gotten you, enslaved and dishonored."

"None of that matters now. What matters is what we do right here and now." Garrus said, steeling his gaze.

"Couldn't agree more." Quickly Maius then pulled Shepard up from the dirt and held him, using the Commander as a shield, "Time to make your choice Garrus."

Shepard couldn't see it, but he could sense the grimace emanating from Garrus. Neither one was backing down and what happens next could very well be the last thing they would ever do.