Well, I am back with another chapter! Not sure what will actually happen in this one. Guess you'll just have to read it.
In other news, I have started a story called 'Viewing the Multiverse' Only one chapter as of right now, but I'll be working on the next along side this
Anyway…onto the story!
Chapter 23: A Short Calm
Sera, Old Gerranhalt, 4th of Storm, 427 A.E.
Doctor Tifa Silva stepped out of the tiny shower stall, rapidly wrapping a towel around herself while water dripped down from her rust covered hair. Opening the door, steam billowed out into the module while a harsh winter wind howled outside the shuttered windows.
Rapidly drying herself off, Tifa started to dress in clothes appropriate for the field.
Standing nearly six feet tall and slender, Tifa's skin tone was mildly tanned, but still within the tone of Tyran averages. Her muscle definition was low among her biceps and flat belly, but her legs were accustomed to hard walks in the field.
Sliding on some brown pants, then some heavy hiking boots, Tifa then pulled a simple blue shirt over her bra, the article restraining a modest chest. Next, she pulled an equipment webbing over her head, the straps supported by her shoulders while a horizontal restraint went beneath her breasts. Designed for civilian use, the webbing could hold two weapons upon the small magnetized plate across her back, but she only had her rifle. Clipping an equipment belt around her slender waist, she made sure the magazines were properly loaded. A side pouch was available for some tools and a data pad, which she added before shrugging on her thick coat lined with fur around the collar.
Looking into the nearby mirror of the bathroom, Tifa's hazel eyes stared back as she adorned her winter hat.
"Yeah, I do look pretty good" Smiling at the self compliment, the doctor had light freckles across the ridge of her nose, but they were minimal compared to her smooth cheeks and moderate lips.
Frankly, the doctor was attractive.
"Now, anything else?" Wondering out loud, she looked to her laboratory station at the far end of the pre-fabricated habitat, finding the work desk having numerous data pads.
Retrieving the specialized tablet from between her bed and the wall, Tifa walked over to her work station, comparing the objects.
Ironically, the design across the galaxy was pretty standard, and frankly, the more Doctor Silva thought about it, leaving it in the open would arouse less suspicion than hiding it. Setting it near the mineral analyzer, it joined two more.
"I guess that works? Anybody looking will just see a messy workstation" Giving one final shrug, Tifa collected her rifle, the weapon held in place over the coat by the strong magnetics of the equipment webbing beneath her jacket.
Finally ready, she stepped outside into the winter cold of day, her cheeks immediately stinging from flecks of snow howling through the camp.
"Doctor! Quite the morning we're having!" Jea Pi'tol said loudly over the winter weather as she quickly waved to follow.
"I won't argue about that!" Tifa replied with a low shout as more gusts of wind howled through the nearby ruins, the sounds like a tired moan of torment. Rust hair billowing, the doctor was thankful for the heavy coat and hat as they walked briskly to the pit and the already loading team of Salarians, Terrans, Turians and Asari.
"We can introduce you at the bottom! The weather station is tracking more snow and higher winds today!"
"That's fine!" Stepping onto the platform, two Terran men looked at the new arrival, each swaddled in winter gear while Jea closed the security gate.
Giving a thumbs up to a nearby module with a wide window, the control station had obviously evolved from a simple terminal outside. A turian could be seen within, the soldier working the controls with expertise as the caged elevator began to descend with a rumble of pulleys and gears.
"I don't think I'll ever get used to Seran winters. So much harsher than Thessia" Doctor Pi'tol mentioned as the howling storm rapidly diminished above the diminishing shaft opening.
"Can't be helped" Silva replied with a minor shrug as they continued to descend toward the bottom, the scientists and soldiers idly chatting for the next few minutes.
Doctor Silva walked toward the cavern opening, the Seran female taking a moment to study the massive chamber beyond. Tendrils of vines trailed and crossed the higher walls, many with hanging Glowbes that hung with ebbing pulses of low light.
Toward her immediate left and a lower level of the chamber, two Rockworms slowly crawled out of their holes under observation by an Asari and Turian scientist, the simple beasts being scanned as they homed in on some fallen Glowbes fruit.
Turning her head to the right, several habitats had been erected near the entrance while a simple defensive line of barriers guarded the main pathway.
A generator powered them, feeding the structures while long, coiling cables dragged toward the far exits.
Jea Pi'tol walked forward, pointing to the lake and tunnel entrance far below and across the cavern. Both were covered by a humming energy shield fed by pylons, the coloration a light blue. One crackled with a ripple, but the sound diminished in a moment.
"As you can see, Doctor Silva, we have greatly increased our precautions since the initial debacle. Those energy barriers along with sensors keep the hostile life away, thus allowing us to continue our work. The Turian embassy has supported this endeavor with a small military unit and defenses. None of us want to see a repeat of the losses that day"
Tifa gave a slow nod, her rust colored hair bobbing with the movement as she studied the soldiers, one of which was approaching with a confident stride.
"Ah, Lieutenant Galvus Albutis, this is-"
"I'm well aware of Doctor Silva. After all, I passed on her final approval to be hired" Standing tall, his silver eyes studied the Seran as he crossed his arms behind his back with a heavy scrutinization. Wearing standard military armor of the Turian Hierarchy, the male was only able to display his facial markings which were three long vertical lines down the left side of his face. They were a deep shade of red, making themselves quite visible among his pale blue plates and curved crest that flared behind his head.
Finally giving a slow nod, the soldier continued. "Having a Seran here will be invaluable. Not only to some of the scientists that will get to observe a native among the Hollow, but your geological expertise as well. Our former geologist had a nervous break due to the stress of working below the surface. He simply could not work due to the history of this place. I trust you will be able to assist the research group despite the historical significance of the Hollow?"
"I better. Would be a very poor geologist if I couldn't even study rocks of the homeworld. As for working down here…" Tifa looked upward, tracing her vision along the tendrils of subterranean vines that networked among the chamber. "The locust are gone, but there are still significant dangers down here"
Albutis gave a slow nod in understanding before tracking his gaze to the rifle hanging from the doctor's harness. "Are you comfortable in following my orders? I understand this is your homeworld, but when it comes to military matters and security, I'm in charge of the dig site"
"I have no issue with that. I only have simple weapon training. You're the expert here" Scratching the back of her head, Tifa rustled some of her rust colored hair. "Everybody here probably thinks I have the mentality of a Gear, but I'm just a scientist. So, to reiterate, I have no issue following your order's"
"I appreciate that. Some people have issues taking orders from a different species" Turning toward the shielded tunnel, Galvus scrutinized the barrier before returning his attention to the females. "You will be accompanying the expedition to the locust city. I'll leave you to meet the rest of the team until we're ready to leave"
Abruptly turning, the soldier returned to his duties among the handful of others, leaving the duo.
"Yes, that's right. I should really introduce you to the expedition team"
"Are you coming with?" Tifa suddenly asked as the Asari stopped in mid step, her stance suddenly going rigid.
"No…I am not. I will be working in one of the labs topside" Voice trembling with a small amount of dread, Jea glanced at the Seran over her shoulder. "I'll never set foot in that place again. The fact I even came down here is far outside my normal routine"
"I can understand that" Silva replied with a modicum of sentiment as the two started to walk toward the prefab habitats.
Entering the second structure, it was divided into several workstations on the left, bathroom facilities on the right while the central area was devoted to several tables and a minor kitchen. Along the back wall was a small weapons rack, the majority of them supporting side arms like the M-3 Predator.
Spotting a coat rack, Tifa quickly shed hers as the warmth this far below the winter ravaged surface started to get to her. Reattaching her rifle a moment later to her harness, she rejoined Jea as eight other beings gathered around.
Silva recognized a few from the ride down, but she didn't know their names.
"First, we have Doctor Raelar Purji. He's our head archeologist for the Salarians" Pointing toward the slender alien with rust-tinted skin, the archeologist rapidly stepped forward briskly.
"Ahh! Greetings! Very excited to hear Seran perspective of locust first hand. Reports and historical documents interesting, but you will provide new input on data!" Talking rapidly while shaking Tifa's hand, the field archeologist rapidly blinked his large, black eyes while a smile curled upward among his slender lips. Waving his free hand backward toward the other two Salarians, he continued to rapidly shake Tifa's hand with hyper vigor. "Simple assistants seeking to further education and data gathering. Remor Gix and Ihaw Grior. Your presence will be great benefit to the expedition!" Smiling with pleasure, Purji finally let go of Doctor Silva's hand. "Ah yes, must make final preparations! Gix? Need full inventory of equipment for mission" Starting to mutter to himself, the Salarian stepped away as he was handed a data pad.
"He's quite excited to have you here. Raelar has been talking about it non stop since your hiring announcement" Jea Pi'tol stated before pointing toward another Asari, this one with near purple skin. Wearing a white jumpsuit, it hugged her nicely while golden freckles lined across her nasal ridge. "This is Fara Kin'tal. She's our xeno-biologist"
A small bow of her head and minor smile adorned the Asari. "A pleasure. I have currently been studying the Rockworms and some of the minor creatures of the Hollow, but I have hopes of securing a Heartleech sample in the future" Holding up a hand to stop any verbal protest, she continued. "I realize they are dangerous, but I assure you proper precautions would be taken. I am fully aware of the disaster that befell the last incursion"
"I wouldn't, but I can't stop you" Tifa relayed simply before her attention was brought to two Terran males.
One of them pointed at her, his stomach having a heavy paunch while whisps of gray started to creep into his black beard. Balding with tufts of hair on the sides of his head, the man's facial features could be described as...flat.
"Do you know how to use that archaic weapon?" Talking with a tone of snobbish authority, the pudgy scientist studied Doctor Silva with a dismissive demeanor.
"I do"
"Ignore him. Doctor Higgins may be brilliant when it comes to xeno-evolution, but his social skills are lacking" Extending his own hand, the other man had blonde hair with a small streak of red along his ears. While slender and wiry in terms of muscle build and overall body frame, his smile was inviting and warm. "Marshall Booring. I study ancient cultures and artifacts. I'm hoping to precure a few locust artifacts to take back to Earth. Nothing horrible I assure you, but a few old computers, maybe a few blades and weapons. Will due wonders for attendance at the museums along the East Coast of the States"
"History is important, especially in this day and age"
"Very true, Silva" Stepping forward, two Turians introduced themselves, both of them slightly shorter than the soldiers outside. The one on the left had nearly silver plating, the eyes a burning yellow while several orange markings covered the face. Wearing civilian attire for their species, the rigid suit was a dull gray, but looked efficient. The other Turian had darker plates covering her exposed body, the facial markings dull blue as the aliens gave low smiles.
"Doctor Villus Cortenius. This is my assistant Jurian Ventorian" Bowing slightly in respect, the female Turian stood straight. "My area of study concerns alien environments, and the Hollow of Sera is quite different from the surface. It truly is exciting to study. In comparison to the homeworld's of the galactic community, yours is still rife with un-inhabited lands, pristine forests and wildlife that does not fear the presence of sentients. I often hear from my friend Doctor Florvius. He is studying your marine life and is constantly—my apologies, I started to ramble" Giving a light chuckle, Villus seemed like a kind and professional scientist even if she did ramble a bit.
Ventorian quickly pipped up. "We share Raelar's sentiment in having a Seran join our expedition"
"It will be interesting. Hardly anybody comes down here, so I hope to make my own discoveries" Smiling warmly, Doctor Silva then broke away from Jea to begin the final preparations.
Two Hours later…
Pulsing red light ebbed and flared among the vine system, each strand working in unison as several Glowbes hung from the ceiling of the winding locust highway.
A rockworm was slowly crawling along the rough surface, its slithering glide a crunch of gravel as it homed in on a fallen fruit. Gobbling up the food, it continued on its slow journey to one of the holes in the wall, the creature silent and harmless.
"Did you know that when the Gears stormed the Hollow, they used the worms as mobile cover? They're nearly impervious to standard gunfire" Tifa explained to Raelar and a few others, the Seran waiting for the four man squad of Turians to give the go ahead.
"Fascinating" Listening to Tifa, the Salarian watched as the woman approached the beast and simply rapped her knuckles on the stone-like hide. "Yeah, its skin is basically rock. Just don't attack the rear end" Pointing to the unarmored exit, it was clearly more vulnerable.
"While I do appreciate the small biology lesson Doctor Silva, I have been reading extensively on the denizens of your planet. Myself and my soldiers are fully prepared to deal with the threats down here" Lieutenant Galvus stated while cradling his rifle. Casting his vision to the other three soldiers as the blood colored light pulsed above, he started to move forward as the Rockworm disappeared into the cavern wall without an issue.
"Private Jentius, keep a constant vigil on the bio sensor. The moment something arrives on your screen, I want to know about it"
"Yes sir" Holding up his left arm, the Turian was on point, his specialized omni-tool sending out pulses of biosensor waves to identify incoming hostiles.
Nothing happened aside from light conversation between the field scientists and the occasional pause of progress from the cautionary Turian lieutenant.
Finally leaving the pulsing crimson light of the vine covered locust hiway, the group emerged from the exit, their view traversing the locust city.
The crumbling ruins of carved rock structures, roadways and overgrown buildings lay exactly how the previous party had found it, even the old bridge across the chasm a desolate path covered in Glowbes and overgrown tendrils of vines.
Toward the left, the same waterfall rushed, dumping untold gallons into the chasm far below as the roar of mist hovered in the air, lacing it with moisture.
Galvus cradled his rifle, the Turian gazing at the ruins containing potential hostiles and threats. "Jentius. Set up the main sensor to cover the area. Private Flantius, keep your plasma thrower ready. We know that the Heart Leeches use swarm tactics to overwhelm their victims. Burn them out if they show their teeth. I'll set up the energy pylons with Private Vertillian"
Equipped with a rounded tank on her back, the female Turian gripped the longer weapon, the silver hued material a direct copy of the Seran scorcher as lines of yellow light traced along its sides. Connected by a small hose, the weapon was deemed necessary in the bowels of Sera.
Doctor Silva walked slowly past the Turians along the ridgeline, the Seran drawn to the main bridge manned by crumbling blocks of cover, defensive positions and the occasional piles of locust drones. Running her fingertips along the rough traces of a carved locust symbol along the bridge barrier, she was completely silent, unaware that most of the team were watching her movements. Stooping down on her haunches, Tifa stared downward at a locust drone, the bones overgrown with dust and partial vines. Studying the sharpened teeth of the skull and the deformities of the structure, it was a haunting experience.
Breathing deeply with rapidity, Tifa turned as Lieutenant Albutis approached with two of his soldiers, one hauling a pile of energy barrier pylons. His demeanor was softer than usual, the Turian giving a light nod of respect. "I can understand the cultural and historical significance of this place for your people, but please wait for us to secure the area"
"Yes…of course. Just…standing here, among their bones and fallen civilization…It reinforces everything my ancestors achieved during those terrible dark years" Stepping back from the bridge to allow the Turains through, Tifa easily caught the approach of Doctor Raelar Purji, the Salarian almost bubbling with excitement as he rapidly typed the floating keys of his omni tool. "Thank you for recording. Genuine reaction of Seran citizen among the Hollow. Very fascinating if I could have your inner thoughts on matter as well?" Bubbling rapidly, the Salarian felt a fresh hand clasp his shoulder by the Asari xeno-biologist, Fara Kin'tal.
"Save the interview for later, alright. This is clearly a significant issue for Doctor Silva'
"No, it's alright" Waving a light hand, Silva turned her gaze across the bridge toward the locust city with hidden secrets and horrors. "I mostly feel awe and thanks to my ancestors…horror at what these monsters did to my world. To stand here among their crumbling bones and fallen works is…gratifying in a sense. But I'm also a scientist like all of you. Seeking answers is why I'm here" Tracing her fingers against the locust symbol once more, the scientists waited for the all clear.
Blue energy barriers hummed, the crackling blue shielding emitting a small static charge around the dig site that spanned a few city blocks.
Under the watchful gazes of the soldiers, the academics and archeologists worked, gathering samples of ancient relics, recordings and even in the case of Doctor Booring, an old locust computer in one of the nearby structures.
Doctor Silva chiseled away at some of the exterior rock face of a crumbling structure, the samples going into her field kit for analysis later. Located along a side street fifty feet from the humming pulses of the barrier, she worked contently near Doctor Raelar Purji who kept muttering with excitement as he dusted off a nicely preserved hammerburst, the weapon clutched in the skeletal fingers of a drone half covered in vines and bulbs. "Fascinating! Just fascinating! Such a pristine weapon! Gix! We will take this for further study!" Speaking rapidly, the two Salarians ignored the skeletal body, both of them fascinated with the ancient equipment.
"What do you make of this, Doctor Silva?"
Coming over after sealing her own samples, Tifa let out a low whistle at the small find. "It looks like it could still be fired. Definitely a great find. Are you taking it back to Sur'kesh?"
Vigorously nodding, the archologist grinned. "Yes yes, very valuable to galactic history. Will be displayed in prominent museums along with other notable finds. Locust used Hammerburst to great effectiveness. Will continue to search for more weapon samples along with tools and possible equipment! Grior! Bring me my case!" Speaking sharply, the doctor expected rapidity with his orders to the nearby underling.
Standing with a medium sized sample case nearby, Ihaw Grior hid his seething anger at the presence of the Seran in his midst.
"If the damn doctor wasn't so fascinated by the Serans, I could've retrieved some samples by now, but the two haven't been more than ten feet away from each other! How can I complete my task!?" Smiling, the Salarian approached with the sample case, the slender alien opening it with care and setting it on the ground. "This is truly exciting for you, doctor"
"Indeed. Sera is a treasure trove of archeological artifacts and history. A lifetime of study" Sighing with contentment, the doctor set the old hammerburst and several smaller artifacts into the case with supreme satisfaction.
Grior closed it, locking the seals as he maintained his composure as he watched Tifa walk back over to one of the stone walls, the carved granite fascinating to the Seran geologist. "Damn…and there is nothing suspicious about her in the files. No connection to military service, personnel or…anything. The only notable suspicion is rifle training, but that's so common among the Serans its not even noteworthy. I will fail in my task until she leaves or takes a new assignment. By all measures, Doctor Silva is a geologist studying the depths of her homeworld just like the rest of us"
It was truly disappointing to Ihaw Grior as the assistant was looking forward to enough credits to live a comfortable life. Now…now he would have nothing as the Seran and his boss continued to talk, neither leaving him to secure the samples required by his unnamed contact he met weeks before arriving on this hellish world.
Pandora System, 13th of Storm, 427 A.E.
Officially, the Coalition of Ordered Government's had opened Pandora to galactic settlement on the first day of the new year, but due to galactic distances, delays, travel times, escort duties and security scans at the border between the Coalition and Citadel territories, it had been delayed.
But now, two weeks later, the first wave of colonists had arrived, eager to carve out a new life among the rapidly growing population of the lone Seran world open to the galaxy. Of course, there were still population limitations per year, but for now, it was a mad migration of civilians from half a dozen species willing to brave the hostile planet.
Dozens of ships flared their thrusters, ebbing into slower sublight as their crews communicated with the Seran shipyard orbiting the lone moon of the heavy rainforest world.
Having been escorted by the Turian flotilla through the edges of the Batarian war zone, none of the colony ships had come under attack, the four eyed aliens continuing their conflict under the uncaring gaze of the Coalition and Council forces.
Corsica titled in the gulf between the vibrant world, the local moon, the Mass Relay and the ever-expanding sprawl of the Coalition ship yard that seemed to already clog the darkness of space with its size. Moving forward at minimal thrust, the sleek vessel of abundant blues and sheering white was a recognizable signature of the System's Alliance.
Another dozen light colony ships crowded the area, at least in spatial terms. Most were Turian or Asari, the inbound colonists seeking their own piece of a fresh future as their ships twinkled like minor stars over the glowing curvature of the garden world.
Nearly all had been escorted to this system by the Turian defense squadron, the joint military defense shared with the Coalition as the avian's kept a sharp vigil not only on the outer system, but Nueva Thessa, Boto-shik and several outlaying citadel outposts in the sector.
For their part, the COG kept a strict watch over the gateway to Reach, having no less than a full battle squadron ready to defend the system against any threats. While a few dozen older Baird class destroyers and a pair of Battlecruisers had been detached to oversee the continued acquisition of Ter'sha, the Cog had more than enough vessels to spare.
Yoshitoro grinned, the civilian grade pilot had dyed his hair a bright yellow with blue highlights, giving the bridge some coloration. Considerably attractive for a male, the pilot slowly input a few minor adjustments. "So, think I could make it to the relay? We're only a half million miles and we could party at Reach" the pilot from Japan joked, grabbing the nearby attention of the communications officer.
Joshua Halburton snorted, relaying the flight path instructions from the Coalition traffic control. "You'd get us all killed. Even with the rapid use and implementation of new drives across the civilized galaxy, the Mass Relay's are still critical for long distances. The Serans know this and have fortified that particular Relay with magnetic fusion mines, orbital MAC platforms, sensors and constant patrols. They may have opened up Pandora for the galaxy, but the rest of the COG? They'll blow us out of the sky"
"Come on, seriously? We're a civilian colony ship with over ten thousand on board. No way they'd see us as a threat"
"They see everybody as a potential threat, Yoshitoro. Now follow the flight path and let's get these civilians groundside" Captain Harker ordered, the gruff, older man well past his navy days, but still loving the thrill of space travel. Robust and round, he wasn't exactly physically fit anymore, but a well liked and respected individual among the crew and passengers during this voyage from Earth to the melting pot of the Pandora System.
The Japanese man gave a weary sigh, inputting the newly updated flight path toward New Haven. "Don't know why they're emigrating here anyway. The Alliance has plenty of planets and colonies too"
Stroking his fully white beard, Harker pondered the statement as Pandora came into full view, half the planet blanketed in darkness with a few minor points of light indicating settlements. "Some seek the authoritarianism of the Serans and find that agreeable. Some are poor and seek a new beginning from the slums of Earth's megacities. Others…maybe just want to try and live among our long lost cousins…however they came to be. Now keep on course. I don't want you to sheer off the side of my vessel with a Turian colony ship by accident"
"Yes sir" Going back to his job, the pilot had the computer calculate the atmospheric entry angle, the Corsica carrying the new found hopes and dreams of thousands seeking a new life among the steaming jungles of Pandora and its mixture of alien life.
Pandora, Thirty Miles East of Sinno Bay, 30th of Frost, 427 A.E.
Thick, steamy jungle enclosed from all sides as the six vehicle convoy lurched and bounced along the narrow game trail, the dirt road populated by shallow potholes filled with dirty water. Dipping into another, the large tires of the Seran truck sprayed dirty mud along the sides of the filthy paneling, coating the normal green into a dull brown.
Comprised of Lea Kaliso's Packhorse model that was in rampant use across multiple colony worlds, it drew inspiration from the ancient packhorse of the pendulum wars, but with obvious upgrades over the centuries. Boxy, rugged and large, the vehicle class had proven reliable for countless Serans across the colonies and judging by their fondness, Krogan as well.
Hitting another pothole that sprayed mud across the windshield as vines and branches smacked the glass, one of the women in the back complained.
"Could you drive less…angrily?"
"Deal with it. Calling this a road is insulting to mud trails. If there weren't a few homesteads out this way already, there would be nothing" Lea snapped lightly as she took a soft turn, leaves sliding past her view as the convoy of settlers followed.
"Don't take that tone with me. We're paying for your services to protect us as we set up our new home"
"You're paying me to stand guard and shoot anything that tries to eat your dumb ass for the next four days. Or would you rather do it yourself?" Snapping back as the A/C billowed chilled air, Lea took another soft right, the trail cutting past a rather large clump of jungle, including one of those carnivorous trees that had ensnared some herbivore.
"Now Jill, we're paying her to provide security, not pleasant conversation. Let her do her job, alright?" A slightly portly man said in the back seat next to his wiry wife. Resting a comforting hand, the man was Alfred Potterson, a newly arrived immigrant from Terra. He had brought his three children, family pets…and two other families on this expedition to leave the crowded urban blight of Atlanta…wherever the hell that was.
For the mind of her, Lea couldn't understand why the snobby bitch had even come.
But, the credits were more than generous for a five day contract, and all she had to do was keep watch as they set up their camp and property claim. After that, she could return to her shop with another job completed.
"Still, I need to hire more help soon. The last few weeks have been insanely busy and running this as a one woman operation isn't going to cut it anymore. Sure, when I first opened I could, but that's because it was mainly escorts for surveying and guarding workers. These large multiple family groups are killing me"
Once she got back to Sinno Bay and L.K. Security, she'd put out job openings on the local net. Hell, glancing at her omni tool, she's probably upload the postings tonight.
Tracking her eyes to the dashboard screen, it tried to update the travel route to the coordinates, not that there was much to plan all the way out here.
"Hey Miss Lea. You fought those space monster's right? Was it super cool!?" the youngest son suddenly shouted from the back, his freckles and flaring ears making him look sort of goofy, but innocent.
"No" Muttering a response toward the child, the truck bounced once more through a narrow series of potholes, spraying more mud and dirty water as the springs groaned.
Glancing toward the passenger seat, the oldest child sat, a slender blonde girl at the age of fourteen. She was engrossed in some old Terran cartoon on a tablet, the sound low, but still audible.
"This is the end, Cell! Kamehameha!"
"Hey Lea? Is it true Seran's don't have anime?" Mallory asked, the teenager looking up from her old show.
"We never developed that type of entertainment. Too busy rebuilding everything" Steering to the left as the track slightly widened, the convoy broke into a more open clearing…at least to the point were trees weren't clogging the view. Pulling to the right side as she braked, Lea waited for the other vehicles to stop.
"Make sure all the children stay in the vehicles and grab your guns. We'll need them while you set up base camp" Stepping out, she grabbed her lancer that had been secured between the driver and passenger seats, easily hoisting the harsh looking rifle.
"Be careful, Miss Kaliso" Mallory smiled with a wave, the teenager having been smart enough not to mess with the rifle during the journey.
"Yeah. Stay inside, kid" Shutting the door with a slam, Kaliso wasn't in the slightest surprised when Jill Potterson elected to stay within the vehicle, the woman rolling down the window a crack to keep out the harsh moisture and stink of jungle rot.
"I'll stay here with my children. Just make sure it's safe" Rolling the window back up, the mother of three at least kept a side arm with her.
Lea was already opening the rear hatch of her truck, securing a scorcher as a secondary back up before moving toward the middle of the convoy, the overly large supply transports a mud covered monstrosity with tires nearly half her height. Stepping out, the driver was well muscled and fit, the ebony skinned man showing several tattoos along his exposed arms while a jaunty cowboy hat sat upon his head. Reaching back into the cab of the large truck, the man grabbed a long rifle, the main body a sterile white while the barrel and stock were midnight black with stripes of red.
"Want me up top with my Mantis? Keep overwatch of the convoy?" Drawling heavily from his southern uprising near Atlanta, Darren Freeman tilted his hat with a jaunty grin.
"Yeah. The Vociraptors could come from anywhere so keep an eye out and kill anything that isn't part of the group. I really need to hire more people" Thinking the last part, she watched as half a dozen men and women gathered their own weapons and gear, along with a husky looking half brother of the third family.
Struggling to shoulder the pack laden down with several energy barrier pylons, the man looked like a Pesangan to Lea. The family resemblance was clearly seen among the last group, but then, Lea didn't even know half the major locations of Terra in the first place.
"Dak-ho, right?"
"Yeah. I'll be setting up the pylons. My younger sister will get the generator up and running while we're o—"
Something screeched in the nearby jungle, the sound hungry and reptilian before something cut it off with a growl.
"Uh…out in the jungle" Gulping as sweat poured down his face, Dak-ho tried to maintain his composure.
"Base camp first. Won't do much to set up your property claim if you can't even sleep safely tonight" Squinting her gaze upward, the canopy of leaves had thinned, the foliage a mixture of green, alien blues and even orange as the local wildlife buzzed, hooted and screeched.
Gurgling water rushed through the area thirty yards away, the embankments populated by leaning trees of gnarled roots, moss and the several smaller animals that watched with wariness before scurrying away into the thicker growth.
"Alright. I shouldn't have to say this, but we are in the wilderness here surrounded by animals…and plants that might eat us. Everybody will maintain visual sight of each other. Nobody wanders off to take a piss. You do, probably will get your dick bitten off. If you see something, shoot it. Probably wants to eat you anyway. Seo, you and your wife get moving on the generator. Your brother will be taking a little walk through the jungle with me. The rest of you get started setting up base camp. The faster it's done, the less likely we sleep in trucks tonight or get eaten" Studying the civilian settlers, most were already sweating, all having weapons attached to their backs via civilian grade webbing among an assortment of colonial clothing. "I won't be far, just establishing a perimeter. If there is an emergency, don't hesitate"
"You heard the lady, get the shelters unloaded, we can worry about building our proper homes later!" Mrs. Freeman said loudly with a clap of her hands, the caramel skinned woman a beauty with pitch black hair dotted with green highlights. Slender and blessed with an ample chest, she was the wife of Darren and quite intelligent despite minimal formal education.
From what Lea could gather, the homesteader was hoping to start a sugar plantation, a goal vastly impossible on the crowded Earth.
Taking one more gaze around the now bustling civilians, Kaliso contemplated how long it would be until one died under her watch. After all, she was only one woman.
"I definitely need more help…" Muttering the words as birds hooted above, they were drowned out as she stepped into the undergrowth with the Dak-Ho, the husky man already pulling out a pylon and planting it near Lea's large truck.
"You don't have to repeat commands or ideas. We aren't idiots. All of us know a perimeter is needed first" The man stated as the former Gear walked softly, her boots squishing soft soil. Pressing her rifle to her shoulder, Lea heard several warbling grunts, but they were distant as the two cut over to the gurgling stream of water.
"I'm sure you're not, but the last group needed constant reminders. Like watching fucking toddlers. One had their arm mangled by a Vociraptor. Didn't lose it, but that arrogant fool didn't listen to my warnings and paid for it" Glancing sideways as she took a knee, the tanned skinned Seran with swirling facial tattoos took a knee at the embankment, her gaze narrowed while Dak-Ho planted another pylon, the small piece of tech waiting to be fed energy.
Raising her rifle, Lea saw several thick vines twitch across the embankment near thicker foliage, the fronds almost dancing.
A vociraptors head poked out, the reptilian eyes yellow and slender along a pointed snout. Partially opening its maw, razor sharp teeth could be observed as it raised its front arms, the claws like knives.
Kaliso fired, putting two rounds into the vicious creature's head, splattering the nearby fronds with steaming blood and brain matter.
"Was that necessary? I thought you Seran's were conservationists?" Dak-Ho asked, the man sweating as he checked the pylon for stability.
"Not when the animal breeds almost as fast as Krogan and can rip your stomach open"
Shrieks came from the jungle, three more of the pesky animals breaking cover to face the Seran as they charged low and fast through the undergrowth.
More gunshots rang out, two falling into the dirt with mortal wounds while the third leaped at the embankments edge, the arc of bullets missing as Lea cursed. Landing with a harsh hiss between Lea and Dak-Ho, the blade like claws glistened as razors, each capable of turning flesh into ribbons.
"OH SHIT!" Stumbling backwards on his ass, the Terran scrambled for his side arm as the beast hissed with multiple fangs showing.
Kaliso revved up her lancer, the combat vet plunging the spinning blades into the beasts exposed back as it took a step toward the easier kill still fumbling with his weapon.
Blood spewed crimson across Lea's armor, covering the greaves and her ammo belt in waves of ichor while the Vociraptor screeched in horrid agony. Dying in a crumple as the animal spilt, the innards spilled outward.
Dak-Ho gulped, the cries of alarm rising from the nearby camp as several Terrans came running.
Seo and his wife Mi-sun were the first to arrive, the ancestral Korean's breathing hard as they broke through several fronds. "We heard gunshots…oh god, are you alright?" Alarmed as Lea slowly stood with splatters of gore and ichor sluicing down her armor, the Seran simply grinned while reloading.
"Your brother is fine. Just got a close up of some alien dinosaurs. Good news is we can clean and cook them for dinner. But I'm keeping the first one. Know a Krogan that loves the meat" Stooping down, Lea picked up the stunned man. "Come on Dak, still have to get the pylons in place for your camp. Unless you want more showing up?"
"Y..yeah. I'm…let's go" Steeling himself to try and impress the beautiful, but gore covered woman, the husky man tried to clean himself, but gave up after a few tries.
"Do you need help?" Seo asked with visible concern, the terran slightly startled by how quickly animals had attacked.
"No. Get back to setting up the generator and the camp" Cradling her rifle, Lea hopped down into the rushing stream, the water flowing past as the two continued with setting up the defensive perimeter deep in the wilderness.
Sinno Bay, 2nd of Gale, 427 A.E.
Lea Kaliso drove her mud and blood spattered packhorse along Merit Avenue of the small city, the view of the crescent bay almost serene as she drove past low level apartments and the bustling mid morning citizenry. Turning left onto Rustbelt Avenue, the avenue turned into the mixed commercial and residential district she called home. Passing several familiar structures, she finally parked in front of L.K. Security, the squat, concrete two story structure relatively bland compared to her neighbors.
Stepping out, Lea slammed the door, loosening several bits of gore from something that had ran toward her truck this morning after leaving the Potterson group. It had looked like some tiny ape, but with straggly fur and long nails with a set of lungs that could scream like a wretch. "Whatever it was, sure left a mess on my hood" Not bothering to clean off the chunks of remains that had exploded not only across the hood, but the forward grill and portions of the windshield, Lea was just looking forward to a shower, getting out of her gear, and cracking a beer.
Cleaning the truck could wait.
"Too bad I couldn't take the Voci-meat. But at least it was good eating the last few days" Shrugging, she could always get more.
Damn things bred fast anyway.
"Are you Lea Kaliso? I found your company on CogNet. I'd like to hire you to escort to escort my homestead party to establish a claim" A slender, rapidly blinking Salarian asked as he stepped up, the alien dressed in a mostly green outfit. Stepping closer, the alien raised his hand in greeting. "Ah, apologies. My name is Bondar Sur'vesh. There are fifteen of us that have recently arrived. Still securing rental vehicles and supplies. Must compliment Coalition on providing ample tools, wares and generosity of colonial laws with homesteader supp-"
"Let me stop your right there" Holding up a hand to interrupt, Lea studied the half dozen beings standing outside her business while local pedestrians streamed by. Most appeared to be Terrans, but aside from the Salarian, there were two Asari. "If you're a new arrival to Pandora and wish to hire me as a guide and provide security, please fill out the necessary information either on Cognet, or at one of the few terminals I have inside. I will not be returning to the field today so keep that in mind" Bypassing her locks, the Seran pushed the door to her business open, waving in the new customers with a gloved hand still covered in flecks of mud.
"There are several computer consoles. Please take your time and fill out the proper information and when you would like to contract my services" Feeling the exhaustion, Lea could at least rest assured she had made quite the little bundle of cash. Patting the pouch containing the credit chit, it was laden with nearly ten thousand credits, a suitable payday for four days out in the jungle.
Allowing the new arrivals to fill out their information, Lea moved behind her desk, quickly retrieving the chit and uploading it into her bank account. Sure, it wasn't hard currency like some areas of the Cog, but so many used it that denying the monetary system would have been a death sentence on Pandora.
"I'm sorry, but a down payment of five thousand is too much. I'll find someplace else" One of the Terrans complained, the man with a pencil thin mustache and receding hairline quickly leaving, the mid aged man exiting into the muggy humidity of Sinno Bay.
Lea shrugged, then started to stand. She needed to clean her armor and firearms, and actually get into something that didn't stink of sweat.
"Excuse me, but I'm actually here for one of the employment openings. I just arrived a few days ago from Ilium" Extending a very rigid hand outward, the Asari female was slim and fit with pale blue skin. Her face was youthful, but considering the species, could be hundreds of years older than Lea. Lines of golden freckles lined both cheeks and across the nasal ridge while piercing blue eyes seemed to dance with happiness. Dressed in a full body suit of white garments with purple stripes leading vertically down both sides, the signature barrel of a rifle poked above her shoulder, meaning she was armed.
Lea knew that the government had tried to control the influx of arms, but with how hostile the native life of this planet was, not allowing newcomers the right to bring weapons would only increase deaths. Even the news periodically updated the losses the Turian's suffered halfway across the continent as they tried to protect their own citizens from the hostile flora and fauna that could eat Krogan.
Realizing she had been staring, Kaliso slowly took the extended hand, griping it hard as the alien grinned pleasantly. "Kerri Val'tish"
"Hey Kerri. Welcome to Pandora. So, you're here for a job?" Gulping, Kerri finally noticed the blood spattered appearance of Lea, the alien giving a slight wrinkle of her nose. "uh…did I come at a bad time? I figured I would come over and check out the place but..uh…I can co—"
"Can you shoot?"
"Yes"
"Can you use biotics?"
"Some warp and barriers"
"Can you follow orders?" Crossing her arms, Kaliso stared at the Asari, the alien quickly nodding.
"Yes. I was a law enforcement officer on the planet Ilium, but the corruption and bribes were too much. I know it's close to the border between our species, but I figured I could make a better living here" Laughing a little awkwardly, both watched as the rest of the customers finished inputting their information.
"Thank you for your time" Giving a light bow, the Salarian left, probably to gather more supplies as the other Asari and remaining Terrans followed a few minutes later, leaving the two alone in the bland office.
"You do realize that you'll be fighting off packs of Vociraptors, Flytraps, and a slew of hostile life evolved to kill or be eaten by something bigger on this rock? That doesn't even include the heat, rain, mud and dealing with some colonists so arrogant they could eat their own ass"
"I fully realize the risks"
Squinting as she assessed the blue woman, Lea finally nodded. "Alright. If you want the job, you have it. I'll be bringing on a few more in the coming weeks…hopefully"
"Wait, that's it? Don't you want to fight me or assess my combat skills with biotics and my rifle? Or at least look at my resume? You can call my former superior officer for references" Indicating her pale blue omni-tool, Kerri easily showed her surprise.
"I don't need any of that shit right now" Waving in dismissal, Lea continued. "The way I figure, either you can handle yourself, or you can't. And trust me, I've fought in some of the worst battles of that last war to tell" Halting, she brushed several lines of tattoos that trailed past her chin to her neckline, the coloration mixing well with her tanned skin tone as her gaze hardened. "I am a recognized warrior of Irohma Island, were my ancestors rest their spirits. I have faced and hunted the Wakaatu of Pahanu and survived after three years of killing Toads across three planets" Voice steeled, she stepped nose to nose with the Asari.
Credit had to be given to Kerri Val'tish. She didn't flinch under the intense visual scrutiny of the retired Gear.
"If you have second thoughts…or think this will be too difficult, leave now. I have no use for a squadmate that can't even stomach a light stroll through the jungles of Pandora"
Kerri stared back, meeting the Seran in an equal gaze. "Many of them recognize strength. Physical, mental, whatever the form…strength is important to them. Showing weakness now…" Val'tish stood straighter, the Asari summoning a light biotic field that made her skin illuminate for a brief second. "If I can face down red sand narcotic runners, murderers, smugglers and battle raged krogan in the depths of Ilium, I can handle teaming up with a Gear to fight the creatures of this colony"
Lea showed the ghost of a smile, glad to see her new hire had some backbone. "Good. That's what I like to hear" Disengaging the stare down, the Seran returned to her computer, her gaze falling on the next slew of submitted contracts, the next horrendously close. "We'll get you fitted for some armor tomorrow. I know a few Gears in that line of work. Unless you have your own armor? Or prefer just relying on a kinetic barrier to keep you alive?" Closing the files, Kaliso did bring up Kerri's resume, her eyes rapidly reading about her years in law enforcement.
It appeared to be truthful. "I'll probably make a call, just in case. Last thing I need is to hire a liar and coward"
"I have some light armor. Nothing as heavy as yours, but I'm comfortable with it"
"Alright. Obviously, I have spare weapons and firearms. I'll train you on them all, but judging by that rifle slung over your shoulder, you shouldn't have a problem. You can store your equipment in the cage, or at home, your choice" Cocking a thumb to the energy barrier surrounding the visible armory, Lea gained a playful smirk. "Of course, you will be using the Boomshot at some point. Lucky"
"Understood. So, what should I do first?" Looking at the security cage filled with arms and ammunition, Kerri scrutinized the hanging lancer on the hooks, the brutal rifle almost menacing with its bayonet of glinting teeth. Of course, she had heard of them, even seen them in video files and news reports, but this was her first time being so close to one.
"First? I'm getting cleaned up, then getting some lunch at The Jungle Hut across the road. They serve Asari food if you want something. We can talk more, and I'll be less grouchy with a full belly. After that, I'll start giving you the rundown on all these weapons since you'll be using them soon" Giving a tired, but small grin, Kaliso walked into the newly expanded bathroom with several lockers, a bench and a few narrow, but serviceable shower stalls. "Or you can head home and come back in a few days, your choice"
"I'm an Asari. I can afford to wait" Crossing her slender arms beneath her bust, Kerri took a seat, the alien still wondering how she had landed this job so easily.
Slowly looking around the security firm and the office, she kept staring at the weapon cage, the energy barrier humming lowly as the rumble of thunder and rain quickly approached the area outside.
Deluging rain fell on Sinno Bay, the small city's skyline glowing with electricity and the rumble of traffic as the sheets of water fell under darkened skies. Numerous bars, clubs, and entertainment venues blazed with neon lights, a rainbow of electric blue, pulsing greens, and cherry red that beckoned not only to Seran's, but all assortments of aliens that called this humid, jungle rampant world home.
The fact that the sidewalks were still filled with pedestrians meant that many had adapted to the surprise storms even for those without umbrellas.
Blazing flares of incoming ships and departing vessels kept the local space port busy to the north of the expanding suburbs, feeding the minor city wrapping around the bay of darkened waters and stunning reefs below the waves. Several fishing trawlers were heading out to the main ocean, seeking to fill their cargo holds with fish for hungry markets.
The Jungle Hut had seen a rapid increase of diversity with nearly half the patrons non human, the locals rather liking the atmosphere and its openness toward several species.
Stepping inside as droplets dripped from her black bangs and past her swirling tattoos, Kaliso was joined by Kerri Val'tish, the recent hire desiring to know her new employer.
Now dressed in black hiking boots, dull gray pants and a blue shirt emblazoned with an outline of a lancer rifle, Lea looked far more civilized and presentable. Striding to the bar, she sat, grabbing the attention of Damien.
"Kaliso. Nice to see ya. The usual?" Pouring a fresh mug of light beer, the heavily tattooed owner and former C.A.G. soldier gave a small nod to the Seran, then cocked his head toward the Asari. "A friend?"
"New hire. She'll be working on my next contract day after tomorrow. Escorting some Salarians Eastward toward the Gannor Flood Basin" Shrugging, Lea drank, the taste wonderful after the last week of blood, rain and mud.
"Alright. Well good luck. Kaliso here fought through some of the worst battles of the war. Listen to her and you might come back alive" Winking at Kerri, he slid a bottle of Vectes Cherry Rum toward the Asari. "Holler when you decide" Walking down the length of the bar, Damien soon was talking with a few Turians.
"Oh, this is good. I've only heard about it, but wow. Delicious" Taking another swig of the bottled rum, Kerri smiled. "I have to say, it's a relief having a job. I found an apartment to the south of the city, but most employment opportunities seem to be farming, mining, forestry…or dancing, ugh" Groaning with displeasure, Kaliso cocked an eyebrow.
"Dancing?"
"Wherever Asari settle, there seems to be this prevalent need to be dancers or join the commandoes. I've heard of some Asari dancing, stripping for centuries during their maiden years, just for the thrill. No thanks, not interested. We're more than a race of beautiful space women…well, not actually women, but it's what the rest of the galaxy calls us, especially after first contact with Humans and Serans. The resemblance is uncanny"
"We all could have related ancestor's half a million years back" Sipping again, Lea really savored the beer.
"What do you think about Serans and Humans? Or all three of our species? Think the Prothean's did something fifty thousand years ago?"
"If they did, there's no traces in the Onyx system. No left over alien bases like Mars. No abandoned research facilities on Risea…nothing. In fact, there haven't been any ruins discovered on any Coalition world. Like it was swept clean or they just never reached our portion of the galaxy. No, I think some different race did something, like a pre-prothean empire. But what do I know, I was just a Gear that killed Toad's"
Quickly imputing her food order into a touch screen menu mounted nearby, the two sat for a few moments, savoring light music and the waves of pleasant conversation filling the establishment. Rain continued to fall outside, the scent pleasant as it filtered into the bar.
In the corner, two Salarians were playing a game of billiards, the two fascinated with the mathematics of angles required for the ancient Terran game.
A group of five Terrans walked in, three men and two women dressed in a wide variety of clothes. They appeared to be around Kaliso's age of mid twenty while their physical fitness was clearly noteworthy. All three men were broad shouldered, their shirts hugging muscular forms as they talked animatedly. One had his arm wrapped around the waist of the slim woman, the female a blonde with an exposed mid-driff and quite the bosom.
"Hey, yeah, this place seems alright" Walking toward the bar, the group sat to Kaliso's left, quickly ordering some drinks.
"To Pandora! And a new life!" Cheering with a raised glass, the darker skinned man was all smiles as the rest joined in, clinking their drinks in joy.
The other Terran female, a radiant redhead with hair falling to her neck line, was taller, but slightly more slender as she drank deeply of her glass, then slamming it down. "Our own machine shop! Right here in Sinno Bay! We'll definitely have business with all the colonists flowing toward the new frontier" Bubbly with good cheer, the red head drank some more.
Kaliso ignored them, the sight of her new burger with bacon, cheese, and thick sauce far more enticing.
"I'll never get used to how much meat other species eat" Forking her own meal of heavy greens, Kerri simply enjoyed her food.
Swallowing after a heavy bite, Lea grinned. "You should see Wrex eat a slab of Voci-meat. That lizard is one messy eater" Taking another swig of beer, this was just what Kaliso needed. Craning her gaze upward, the nearest flatscreen showed the local news.
A slim, attractive Seran woman appeared on the screen, her long hair a mixture of blue and green that seemed to flare as she sat behind a desk, her smile radiant. She wore a blue blouse, the top button undone to show a hint of cleavage. "Hello. I'm Erza Loomis, and this is the latest news occurring across the Pandora System. Our first story, colonial emigration continues as thousands from across the galaxy seek to stake a claim. Current estimates that nearly thirty five thousand have arrived in the first month showing no signs of slowing down" Pausing, her mood turned slightly dour. "However, this is not without tragedy and loss. A mixed group of eighty Asari and Terran settlers were nearly wiped out in the Carnovor Basin, the group having tried to establish a village deep in the continental interior. COG and Turian soldiers secured the area, taking several losses from vicious wildlife. Only eight civilian survivors were found and relocated" Taking a small breath, the camera lightly turned, pushing the newscaster toward the next point. "In galactic news, the Batarian civil war continues to rage across three fronts as D.S.L. forces continue to seize the weaker Adekkan Free States. The Coalition government has increased patrols at the southern border with Citadel forces to safeguard the border. Now onto trade. The first Council trade vessels crossed the border, reaching Vasgarnia last week with the support of re-elected Diaz. It is hoped that the sector will see increased-"
Lea stopped listening, the news simply mixing into the background. "Not sure I like all that extra trade stuff, but its better than what Ghenhurst proposed" Grumbling, Kaliso sipped from her refilled beer.
"I think it's a good thing. Your species would greatly benefit from more openness with the galaxy" Kerri offered, the Asari grinning with a light tease.
"Maybe? Maybe not?" Sipping her beer, the two sat, slowly talking at the bar as the drum of rain continued to pour with the fall of night.
System T.H. 624-P 19th of Rise, 427 A.E.
The star was dim and calm, far calmer than the nearby systems located at the far fringes of Hierarchy space. Barely within viable reach of a secondary relay, the system was boring, uneventful and devoid of valuable metals and resources.
Home to four planets, none were life supporting or even viable for mining opportunities as the available resources of iron ore were so common that any potential mining investment would take a loss.
While the third and fourth planets had substantial water ice and a few facilities, they were all under direct military control.
Which made the system a prefect place to conduct military testing of weapons or new technologies.
Hanging in the void between the orbits of 624-P-3 and P-4 was a testing facility, its existence only known to the current staff and higher echelons of the government. Supported by an orbital farming station and ground side water instillation, the facility was self sufficient in almost every regard.
Several warships patrolled the system regardless, their orders to fire on any vessel that breeched protocol no matter the reason.
Home to nearly five hundred technicians, scientists and support staff, the 624-P facility was streamlined, with swept back angles. Heavy shields surrounded the station, along with numerous self defense platforms, but essentially, it was left alone.
After all, the more traffic it received, the more likely it was to be discovered.
Today, however, security was even tighter as the visiting Admiral Talvenius awaited the demonstration. Standing at the large viewing window that showed off the serene blackness of the cosmos, the older naval warrior had dedicated his life in service to the hierarchy. Having fought in numerous skirmishes against slavers, his shining moment had come during the Great Eastern Galactic War in which he had secured numerous victories against the Batarian scourge. While by no means the horrendous meat grinder the Serans had suffered against the Caliphate, he had served with honor, dedication, and steadfastness in every battle he had fought.
Silver-blue eyes stared out among a face of darkened plates, his red markings among a field of onyx. His naval attire was a light blue, his chest regaled with numerous medals and commendations by a grateful people.
Glancing at several technicians going over their calculations at several terminals that curved under the awning view of the large window, he eyed the lead scientist approach.
She was young, barely forty years old with a crest and facial features of a light blue. Her markings were a light yellow, proclaiming family ties from centuries prior. Her irises were almost white, displaying a high intelligence for theoretical physics which is how she gained this vaunted position. Dressed in far more causal attire for a civilian, the clothing was an off white tunic with several vertical yellow lines rising along the flanks.
"Director Vauntiss, what are your estimates for this test?" Being polite, Talvenius had low expectations.
Standing next to him, Caenea Vauntiss stared out the window, her porcelain gaze studying several mounted emitters that would be focused on a singular point in the near vacuum of space. Extending pylons covered in sensors and cameras essentially formed a half circle beyond the station's walls, giving the testing area a wide berth.
"If my calculations are correct, we're hoping to form a slip space window and achieve stability for several seconds" Voice prim and proper, Vauntiss held a tablet, the female rapidly tapping several keys.
"Progress is essential, director. The Seran's still hold several military advantages, namely the ability to bypass every Mass Relay, fleet and defense the Citadel can muster. We may hold a numerical advantage, but it's well known they can achieve nearly fifty light years per day using the slip drive. We may have upgraded using captured Caliphate engine technology, but they still hold the advantage of surprise"
"I understand, but developing a new means of travel is time consuming. We are working to the best of our abilities to close the technology gap. What the Serans have achieved…Admiral, our working theories conclude that they when they open a slip space window, they are essentially opening a door to another dimension" Emphasizing her statement, the scientist began to talk faster. "Many theories have been developed about the layers of the universe, in which we live in the three dimensions of space plus time. I've studied notable theories about other layered dimensions we can't perceive, but until recently, it has been theory. The Coalition has broken that notion, displaying without a doubt, further planes of existence. When their vessels enter those dimensional windows, they're entering a new plane of the universe with unknown laws of physics. It's…amazing"
"It is an amazing feat considering they never had the added benefit of Prothean ruins to discover. Truly ingenious. Yet, it is something the Hierarchy will need to develop" Clasping his hands behind his back, Admiral Talvenius stared at the void beyond the reinforced viewing window. "Whenever you are ready, director"
"Very well" Walking over to the rows of terminals and technicians, the director went over the calculations one final time. Minutes ticked away, but soon, the preparations were complete.
"Begin the test" Prim and humorless, Caenea rejoined the admiral, the Turians expectant for failure.
"Firing in five seconds" A technician warned as he kept his gaze glued to his specific computer terminal, the data streaming.
There was no sound, no spectacular light show of laser beams or particle waves.
Just a lopsided, growing eddy that crackled with blue energies right in the middle of the testing zone. Numerous camera's had been concentrated, giving all a fine view of the oblong, wavering tear in space time. Crackles of electrical currents flared blue and red, then rapidly fizzled out before the portal collapsed into a dusting of exotic particles.
"Wonderful! Just wonderful! We achieved an actual slip space window for a total of…seven point eight seconds!" Obviously excited, Caenea hurried over to the slew of consoles, her gaze tracking the feeding data from the array of sensors.
Still calm with a military demeanor, Admiral Talvenius strode forward, his own facial expression showing great pleasure. "Well done, director. The fact you managed to open a fissure is a remarkable achievement. I will be informing Primarch Darril of your progress"
"Thank you, admiral, but please remember that while we achieved a significant breakthrough today, we are still years away from achieving the most rudimentary drive the Coalition uses. Catching up to them is our goal, but while we make advances, they most likely are as well. I would not be surprised if their next generation of drives are significantly more efficient"
"Director Vauntiss. Are you implying that the Seran fleets may be achieving far greater speeds of travel in the coming years?"
"Definately. Comparing their first vessel that surveyed Azura centuries ago to now, they do have technological breakthroughs. But, since the last was during the war, I suspect it may take years or decades to reach the next significant milestone of engine efficiency"
"Still, I will be sharing your theory with the ministers and naval department. The Serans can be frightfully focused when they require it. Fortunately, our two species share common cultural values" Slightly rambling to the scientists, the Admiral gave a respectful nod. "Keep up the good work" High praise from a stoic Turian, he would soon depart for Palaven to give his written and verbal reports.
System SU-483, 5th of Bloom, 427 A.E.
Burning starlight roiled across the star system, casting its rays of heat, radiation and stellar winds across the blasted rocks that hid the Salarian research colony dug into the shattered crust of a dead moon. Still relatively well hidden among swirls of stellar matter, the orbital path seemed to perpetuate new matter that clouded sensors of any ships…not that many had reason to visit the unremarkable and poor system of hostile worlds.
But today there was a visiting vessel. A small escort vessel that was owned and operated by the STG. Floating in the void, the warship continuously scanned the nearby vacuum for spycraft or unwanted visitors, but none came.
The meeting room of the research station was small, capable of only holding a mere ten, not that the scientists populating the station used it on a regular basis.
Doctor Repan Nalu sat at the table with a few of the other researchers, their names barely a concern to him as he studied Agent Laji, the young male barely fifteen years old.
With a skin tone of light teal with splotches of white across his face, the young agent slowly swiped to the next page on the data tablet, his gaze narrowed. Dressed in non descript civilian clothes, he would be able to blend into any civilian crowd with ease, not that there were any here.
"You have been making progress, Doctor Repan. Excellent. However, my superiors want more results. Coalition a threat. Caused Batarian Civil war, ship weapons into conflict. They rival our strength and use illegal technologies that could threaten the council. Potential to form an Alliance with Krogan, tipping scales of any future conflict. They must be brought to heel. Revived locust horde as a military force will be useful in case Turians and Asari fail to see the threat posed by Serans" Tapping a finger, the agent blinked rapidly before concentrating on a lower ranked researcher. "What do you require to further research and development?"
"Genetic samples. We only have drone and berserker genetic material. Securing more from Seran dig sites is greatly needed" Doctor Joran pointed out with enthusiasm before hastily drinking a glass of water.
"Not possible at this time. Contact claim Seran's have joined expedition into the Hollow. No evidence of espionage or military involvement, but presence makes risk too high. Exposure will not be tolerated"
"What about expansion to a larger facility?" Doctor Repan Nalu inquired rapidly, the scientist not caring about the other aspects of procuring further samples.
"That has been approved. Dagnes has ample subterranean caverns and viable biosphere. While it is a colony home to millions, they will be unaware of your continued research" Laji frowned, his thin lips pulling downward. "Be cautious. Locust are historically volatile as proof from Seran history files. Ensure all safeguards and protocols are followed strictly. Goal is to use locust against Seran's in ground combat in worst case scenario, not to fight them ourselves. Control is paramount to success"
"Of course, agent Laji" Smiling primly, Repan hid his excitement. A larger facility, underground? Away from the sterile, stale air of this tiny station? It would surely bring a boon to the research.
Humming to himself, Repan stood, leaving the meeting as the others idly talked. Walking briskly down the hallway toward his lab, the Salarian soon entered. Walking past several clone vats lining the walls, they had held recent failures, the biomass dumped into the gravity well of the nearby star the day before.
"Failure's only lead the path to success" Halting at another vat filled with bluish, bubbling liquid, Doctor Repan Nalu grinned upward at the newest drone suspended in animation.
Several tumors covered the muscular chest, the growths a pulsing mass of flesh while the gray skin beheld numerous pockmarks. Tapping a nearby screen, Repan assessed the biometrics, the sensors giving him a proper readout.
"Intelligence is nominal, however, still problematic growths of muscle mass. Perhaps a stabilizing agent? Yahg DNA could be implemented to stabilize? Will run simulations for viability" Humming to himself, Repan may have another failure before him, but the latest subject proved he was making steady progress.
"Shame unable to acquire more samples. Oh well, work will continue" Hitting several glowing keys of his omni tool, the scientist found some light music, the tune calming as he started to make preparations for the new facility on the world of Dagnes.
He wasn't worried about the threat. After all, Salarians were far more intelligent than some subterranean brutes being revived for their service.
Sera, Ilima City sinkhole, 10th of Bloom, 427 A.E.
Lush vegetation dotted the land around the deep fissure, the forests long regrown after the locust sunk the ancient city. Avian life flourished during the summer months, along with the scents of grass, foliage and the cries of wild life that roamed the area.
The outskirts of Ilima had long been overgrown by vegetation, the leaning structures nearly hidden among vines, trees, and greenery while a few small streams fell into the darkened bowels of the planet.
For somebody that enjoyed a scenic, unspoiled view of nature, it was picturesque.
Light rumblings of a beaten truck startled several birds, the vehicle crawling over the unused road as the transport jounced and bounced, the white coloration mixed with rust.
Finally coming to a stop near the crumbling ruins of a fallen apartment building nearly split by towering trees, a man stepped out of the transport, the sun barely able to pierce the canopy above as birds squawked with indignation. Most flew away, the wildlife fleeing on instinct from the unknown.
However, Franklin Durbin had more pressing issues than watching birds fly away as he moved toward the truck bed.
His complexion was a dark brown while his hair fell in braided dreadlocks to his neckline. A light goatee adorned his face, the hair midnight black while hiding a light scar that traversed his chin to his bottom lip. Franklin's physique was well muscled and fit, the male of twenty five displaying strength that while may not be on par with a Gear, could still be considered decent.
Green eyes watched for movement, the intelligence officer scrutinizing every twitch of a branch before deciding he was completely alone.
After all, nobody came out to the old Ilima City crater.
Dressed in clothes befitting a hiker or outdoorsman, the D.N.I. agent lowered the tailgate, the metal giving a light squeal of protest.
"We're a damn government agency protecting the Coalition. You would think they could afford something better than this old piece of shit" Grumbling, the man hoisted himself up into the bed past the Jackbot, the controls currently powered down.
Flipping several switches, the unit came on, powering the bot as it started to beep.
"Alright Betty, you ready?"
"Yes" The female, robotic voice came from the bot, its arms retracted while numerous cameras and sensors covered the box-shaped body. A dull metallic gray with a line of blue lights pulsing from underneath, Jackbots could be manually controlled by a Seran, or coupled with a virtual intelligence. The robust scout bots could be fitted with an AI as well, but due to the cost of implementing a full AI, those were left for capital warships, laboratories, planetary defense, and government assistance.
Virtual Intelligence's were far more affordable and didn't have the risk of losing vital technology.
Betty disappeared, the only evidence a light shimmer under the rays of sunlight passing through the leaves above.
Even the minor thruster housings had been fitted with light bending materials, giving a minor shimmering effect that could only be observed from close proximity.
Everything worked fine, which considering the state of the craft in this day and age, wasn't that worrisome.
Uncloaking, Betty slowly floated toward the massive sinkhole, leaving Franklin to watch through a video feed. He really didn't have to do much, just observe and take control in case of an emergency.
After all, it wouldn't be the first time a jackbot had been destroyed by some Hollow creature thinking it was some shiny meal.
"And now I wait" Leaning back in the truck bed with his arms crossed behind his head, the man stared upward at the foliage, his face a frown.
Franklin had been briefed.
They were pulling Doctor Silva, a civilian scientist from the Council dig site at old Gerrenhalt and having a jackbot move in fully cloaked through the labyrinth of caves and tunnels. The goal was to discover if the Salarians were doing something with the locust, specifically, reverse engineering the monsters.
For the life of him, Franklin couldn't fathom why anybody would want to mess with the locust, or even harbor the idea of engineering those horrors.
But one thing the D.N.I agent could see if it was true was simple.
War.
Below Old Gerrenhalt, the locust ruins 12th of Bloom, 427 A.E.
Ihaw Grior was ecstatic at the sudden turn of events.
Doctor Tifa Silva had accepted a job offer in the Halo system. Apparently she was going to help with surveying fault lines, volcanic risk zones, and other geological phenomena that covered the Seran world at the far reaches of the COG.
Of course, the rest of the researchers and scientists had wished her well, even with his own boss Raelar Purji insisting that they exchange messages on occasion, having established a friendship with the Seran over the last half year.
Grior didn't give a damn about that.
Right now, he was busy securing fresh samples, the slender assistant having found the remains of several Maulers and a single Kantus. Placing the valuable bones into the false bottom of the case, his internal mood soared at the substantial finances he was about to earn.
"Grior! Where are you!? I need assistance! I have found a preserved Chopper!"
The call came from Purji nearby, hastening the Salarian as he grabbed one final tooth from a Corpser, the spider-like beast having been killed further into the ruins. Placing it carefully in the bottom with the rest, he replaced the fake cover, then started to sprint toward his boss.
"If I take too long, they'll start looking for me. There were no incidents at all aside from a few Heart Leeches a month ago, but the Turians are vigilant"
"Coming Doctor!" Running past one of the Terrans and two Asari, Ihaw rushed, the critical component of his job complete.
Of course, he had no idea that Betty had been hovering above, the cloaked Jackbot recording his every move. She soon departed, the machine returning on the trek through the hollow to Ilima City with none the wiser.
New Ephyra, 13th of Bloom, 427 A.E.
Chairman Diaz stared out her office window, the air conditioning blasting chilled air into the room as the capital of the Coalition baked under stifling summer heat.
Barely noon, and the waves of heat rising from the streets, towering skycrapers and the ground itself had made the day a living hell for the civilians braving the high temperature.
Advisories had been issued for the region, warning of the heat and advising hydration, staying indoors, or minimal exposure.
Sipping her glass of cool water, Izabel had decided an alcoholic drink before lunch wasn't professional, nor advisable.
Turning toward the two men and single woman sitting along the length of one couch, Izabel shook her head.
"I apologize. I just enjoy the view of all our accomplishments" Walking briskly over, her attire was a simple blue dress, a common outfit for Seran females in positions of power and respect. After all, wearing black in this heat was out of the question.
"It's quite alright, Chairman. I'm rather enjoying the chance to cool off" Helping himself to a glass of water, Franklin Durbin sipped, savoring the chilled beverage.
"Of course, we aren't here to drink water" Holding onto a data tablet, the other man had the personality of a rock, with a face to match. Dour, pinched lips below a squat, flat nose made him appear almost disgusted with his surroundings, but that was just how he appeared to others. With brown hair rising up in a crew cut, his body language practically advertised military service, which was glaringly true.
Marren Kannorberg had been a captain in the navy, commanding the Battlecruiser Inferno during the war, having fought with the fifth fleet during its long retreat across the Coalition, then during the drive toward the Klor'vian homeworld. His ship had taken horrendous beatings during several battles, the losses of his crew over forty percent during the battle of Prescott.
He and his crew had received numerous commendations for their actions, and when the need for intelligence agents rose with the revealing of the greater galaxy, he had applied.
Handing the tablet to the chairman, Marren's scowl deepened to greater depths. "I've looked it over Chairman. The Salarians immediately moved for new samples once we removed Doctor Silva for a new position"
Izabel tapped the video file, playing the gathered intelligence from a cloaked Jackbot. Immediately, her mood soured, the implications playing in her mind.
"Fools. Arrogant, damn fools. I should kick them all off the planet today" Cursing out loud, the idea did sound pleasing.
Agent Keli spoke up, the moderately attractive blue haired woman pressing her hands over her black skirt. "Chairman. We believe the majority of the Salarian's are simply conducting research. However, the STG has a long reach. It would be well within their power to enlist the help of…of this Ihaw Grior to procure what they need. Most likely silence him after he's delivered to tie up loose ends"
"That doesn't diminish the fact they are trying to collect genetic samples of the locust. I can't simply sit here and let them get away with this"
"We might have to. Right now, they could easily say it's for a display on Sur'kesh. A monument to history and an extinct race. If the Coalition were to go to war over that, it could easily drag in the other powers" Franklin explained, the dark man not liking it one bit either.
"Then what do you suggest?" Diaz asked, the leader of the COG having rather enjoyed the last half year of minimal problems.
"Let them hang themselves with it" Marren suggested, the man's gaze dark and unforgiving. "Let them bring the bastards back. Once that happens, we launch a military strike. It also has the added benefit of forcing the Turians and Asari to either choose neutrality, siding with the COG to uphold their own laws, or siding with the Salarians who brought back our most hated enemy. And I seriously doubt the Asari would side with those skinny bastards over this"
Agent Keli leaned forward, the woman's features earnest. "Chairman. If we play this right, this could fracture the Council. Or at the very least, destroy the Salarians credibility to the point they get kicked out. But it only works if we wait"
Izabel slowly nodded, liking the idea of a weakened council. Personally, she liked the Turians, and the Asari were…decent. If their little club lost a major member, that would definitely be a boon to the COG. Granted, they might just bring in the SA to bolster their strength, but having the Salarians in the cold would be an excellent turn of events.
She simply didn't trust them.
"Alright. I'll apprise Fleet Admiral Trescu and the Ministers. They need to be made aware of this threat. In the meantime, the D.N.I. will continue to monitor, and only monitor. We don't want to let them know we know, understood?"
"I'll inform you immediately of any further developments, Chairman" Standing up, Marren was joined by the other two agents as they left the office.
Leaving Izabel alone for a few minutes, the leader of the COG rubbed her forehead. "By the Allfathers…what could possess them to even pursue this line of research?"
Glancing over at her small bar, Diaz decided she might need a drink after all.
Earth, 17th of Bloom, 427 A.E.
New York City was a sprawling megalopolis, its towering pillars of glass, steel, a stark contrast to the overflowing slums that seemed to clog the older neighborhoods. Unemployed, the poor, and the destitute filled tenements, some of the structures erected nearly two centuries prior.
But despite its bursting seams, New York was still a major hub, the spaceport a constant snarl of incoming traffic from orbit, neighboring cities, and in this case, a rare colonial ship preparing for departure to Pandora.
The Homesteader was small for a colony vessel, barely holding fifteen hundred, but the ship was robust and more importantly, filled with the agreed upon amount of immigrants to the Coalition.
In fact, this would be the final transport of Terrans until the dawn of the next Seran year.
Stephan Halquist didn't really care about that as he walked up the ramp with the others, the four men and two women eager to reach the Coalition planet. Pushing past several families filled with desperation for a chance at a better life, the group reached their berth on the fifth deck.
Slinging their belongings into several storage compartments, Halquist sat on the bottom mattress of the triple bunk, the room tight, but manageable for the journey.
Swarthy with a thickly curled beard, Stephan was stocky with a slight pudge of the stomach, the middle class man having quite the easy life compared to most of the colonists boarding with the clothes on their backs.
"Finally. I was worried we would be turned away" Jeoffry admitted, the other Caucasian male taking a seat against the hulled wall.
"I wasn't. Moneymade sure of that" Smiling, Stephan leaned back as he turned his gaze toward Nancy and Wilma. They were both beautiful, the two enjoying a romantic relationship as one of the mixed raced women tapped her omni tool. Brushing away her bangs that kept falling, Nancy quickly displayed a disgusted look.
"I still can't believe the horrors the Serans visit on females. Mandatory pregnancy. Forced genetic screenings to murder anybody that will become homosexual. It's disgusting what they have done. There are literally Seran women that make a career out of birthing children! What kind of forced life is that!?" Growing far more agitated, Wilma rested her hand on Nancy's, calming her girlfriend down.
"That's why we're going to Pandora. We'll make sure that the Seran's understand that the galaxy has no room for their backwards, hatefilled ideas that bond half their species in servitude" Smiling, the two women shared a light kiss.
"Still, we do have our work cut for us" Chen Wang added, the Chinese man having a light concern for the mission. Slender and tall, he had been born in China, but had moved to New York with his parents at the age of twelve.
They had wanted him to go to school, learn a traditional trade, but this was too important to Chen. Shrugging, the black haired man with glasses continued.
"We'll need weapons, to establish a base of operations, and most importantly, recruit new members"
"Don't worry about that. Once we expose the cultural failings of the Serans, our people will rally to our cause to force them to change" Smiling, the most hardcore of the group was Calvin Benson, a native new yorker that had skin nearly midnight black.
He was absolutely disgusted with Seran society and considered them no better than the totalitarian governments that rose in the twentieth century.
Hell, Chairman Diaz was a butcher and a bigot that needed to see the resolve of their message. Staring at each of the group, his gaze was hard. "Our first goal upon landing will be to seek employment. That colony is experiencing heavy growth so it shouldn't be too hard getting jobs in mining or logging. The workers can get access to explosives, weapons, and heavy transports so that should be our goal. Wilma and Nancy? Try getting jobs at the enslavement birthing centers. Doesn't have to be important. Janitorial will work. All you need is access" Leaning against the supporting post of the triple bunk while crossing his arms over his ratty shirt, Calvin thought to himself. "Remember, we don't talk about this in public, or anywhere except our home once we establish a place to live. We can't risk our cultural rights being trampled by those genocidal monsters"
A slew of nods came from the group, all committed to their task of bringing change to the Coalition…by force if necessary.
Unfortunately for the fanatics, none understood how wrong they were as the Homesteader began to lift off, her deck vibrating against the gravity well of Earth to ferry those seeking a new life among the stars.
So that should be a good cut off.
First of all, yes that group of Terrans seems almost cliché, but meh, I want to show how the COG will deal with terrorists…which is very harshly. But aside from that, the next chapter will mainly lead up to the locust revival and the possibility of war between the COG and S.U.
I will try to include some minor stuff next time too, but not sure yet.
Finally, I've started a new story called 'Viewing the Multiverse" Stars Fairy Tail, but they'll be viewing a whole slew of different realities, including this one. Well, more like a closely related one. Point is, if your interested check it out.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!
The Happy
