Right after director Espinoza's timely appearance at the quarian diplomatic vessel, a secret meeting between the directors of the terran coalition and the quarian admiralty board took place at 9th of November 2177 at the Arcturus station. After about 3 weeks of debate, a few heated dialogues with director Morrow, because of him being an AI himself, a bit of reminiscing of how the directors ridiculed the council, a good amount of drinks and snacks that were specifically tailored to be edible by both dextro and levo amino based lifeforms, something that was considered impossible by nearly everyone, but not for humanity, were some of the highlights of the negotiation attempts. A very interesting conservation followed near the end of those 3 weeks:

28th November 2177, Arcturus Station, LOCATION REDACTED

"Truly incredible, how did you manage to create consumables that are edible for both levo and dextro amino based species director Omega?" Daro'Xen asked while drinking juice from a sterilised container through, what she called, an emergency induction port:

"What can I say? The applications of nanotechnology are nearly endless. It can reshape matter at an atomic level regardless of size, in this case, it dissolves the amino acids into a form that bonds to both types of digestives systems when eaten."

The conversation dragged on about many other technological advancements and Yuriko praised the quarians for their adaptability and skill. Meanwhile, the other directors and admirals were discussing the specifics of a proper alliance, finding a suitable colony, exchange of knowledge et cetera. Let's move to the most interesting conversation, Han'Gerrel and director MacLeod were discussing military training and weapons. They were surprisingly coherent after 4 rounds of drinks, until MacLeod started talking about the quarian marines:

"What do you mean the fleet marines are 'hic' poorly trained?" Han'Gerrel asked angrily:

"That's not what I said buckethead. I said their training is limited. Ship to ship combat and boarding actions? You got to make a more flexible training regiment for the troops if you want a good army." MacLeod answered, slurring slightly:

"I could take you on any day, despite what training you might possess. I trained for 10 years under the best instructors." Han'Gerrel challenged:

"Oh ho ho. How about a little wager then? If you win, I will personally lead a huge army and fleet to drive the geth out of Rannoch. If you lose however, I dare you to hug director Morrow." MacLeod dared.

The conversations stopped abruptly at the sudden announcement. They all stared at Han'Gerrel, who was frozen stiff from the dare issued. If he was completely sober, chances were he wouldn't accept such a bet. Too bad for him, he wasn't. He accepted the challenge. The room participants quickly made some room for the coming drunken fistfight:

"You can still back off if you want glass jaw, it's not a shame." MacLeod gave a chance to Han'Gerrel:

"And lose the chance of 'hic' winning against the geth you arrogant bosh'tet? Pass." The quarian admiral refused and launched himself without warning towards MacLeod. The human just sidestepped, a bit unsteadily, but a good dodge nonetheless. The admiral landed face first on the floor however, something that only enraged him further. A fistfight followed, most strikes were sloppy but could still knock out the director of the armed forces. MacLeod wasn't attacking much, his longtime but balanced drinking habit made him resistant to alcohol. His moves were unfocused, but his mind was devising a method to beat the quarian easily. The head was not a target, being protected by reinforced glass, the knees were double jointed, so a sweep would be ineffective, and hitting the family jewels would be a real dick move. So, after a successful parry, MacLeod aimed and punched Han'Gerrel right on the gut. The following reaction was immediate. The quarian admiral, not as tolerant to liquor, vomited inside his mask and fell to the ground, chocking. Suffice to say, the admirals panicked. They had to remove the mask to save him from suffocation, but that way he would get sick and probably die from infection. Yuriko calmly reached for a switch and a violet light filled the room:

"It's alright, I activated the ultraviolet lights, you can remove the mask safely now." Yuriko then grinned to herself and continued:

"Actually, allow me to assist." She said and with a flick of the wrist, she pulled the glass visor with her powers and then lifted

the still dizzy admiral like he was a feather. The vomit fell on the floor, but the display was enough to quiet down the cries of protest coming from the the other admirals. Erika Wagner, director of colonial affairs, took the chance to call for a medic now that the visitors were stunned from the demonstration of psionic supremacy. That didn't stop Wagner from voicing her argument about cleanliness and decorum however, even to the most powerful psychic:

"Director Omega, was your desire to flaunt your abilities a good reason to stain the carpet? It's not for it to get cleaned itself as I am sure you are aware." Director Wagner was notorious for her dedication to proper manners and the traditional rules of the court, being a distant descendant of germanic royalty, and even under threat of death she would wear the finest clothes, not a single wrinkle on them and speak with a tact that would make even emperor Yoshiro III of the Japanese empire bow with respect. That didn't stop her from being a bit of a pompous bitch unfortunately:

"Excuse me your majesty, but I couldn't in good conscience let our esteemed guest choke to death." Yuriko answered, voice dripping with sarcasm. She learned to avoid using, what Wagner called, improper language when in her presence, otherwise she would keep pestering her for weeks. Thankfully, Wagner didn't push further this time. As she said, if you want to be sarcastic, at least do so politely. Shala'Raan could say only one thing:

"Are all you humans this crazy?" Yuriko and the other directors, except Wagner who left to wash her hands, just shrugged. The one who answered the question was MacLeod:

"Only when it's Saturday." Shala'Raan checked her omnitool and saw that the day was Friday:

"But it says it is Friday here." She said as she showed the date. MacLeod just smiled and answered:

"Because this is what we consider normal around these parts." He winked and left the admiral stunned.

The meeting was concluded a couple of hours later, with Han'Gerrel participating in good health, and hugging director Morrow as he promised, just like that, the quarians had a place to live once again after nearly 300 years. A planet named Abode, which was already settled by humans and batarians, a social experiment of how well 2 different species could coexist, would become the new home for the quarian people. The admirals were reluctant at the beginning, but after a demonstration of how well the people of the terran coalition and the citizens of the, now named, batarian socialist republics, lived in relative harmony, an agreement was made. A secondary terraforming spire would make part of the planet dextro friendly for the new arrivals. In only a few months, many cities were built to accommodate the 17 million newcomers, who were occupying the unfurled nanocore structures at a rate of about 100000 people a day. The old ships were emptied, slowly but steadily, and then went to be scrapped, one at the time, by nano disassemblers. In 6 months, the 50000 ship fleet of ageing vessels was replaced by 4000 venerable, top of the line vessels, built according to quarian specifications, by human, batarian and quarian engineers, who were employed by the famed Shirada-Nagama shipworks, the People's united shipyard, the Gerhardt-Giraud spaceworks and the newly founded Batarian socialist aerospace company. These companies were, as always, in need of capable employees, and many quarians found respectable jobs, not only there, but to many other firms as well. Of course, they where under the constant surveillance of the ever present eye of the CISP and the security agencies of the various companies, despite the fact that the quarian people held little love for the council, even less for the terminus systems and near complete hatred for the geth, which made possible attempts of espionage highly unlikely. But the coalition followed the old Russian saying, trust but verify. Speaking of the council, they finally got a whiff about what happened, 8 months later, in July. They demanded an audition with the directors as soon as they heard of it. Instead of listening to MacLeod's advice of telling the council to fuck off, Yuriko decided to take the call. She wanted to hear what they had to say. In order to sell them the image that the directors were currently too busy, she decided to renovate her office. She got some workers to transform her standard minimalistic styled office into a zen styled office with bonsai trees and a small sand garden. She felt a bit nostalgic about Japan, despite the bad old memories from back then. Still, that was also where she met her mentor, an old man who helped her realise how to change things.

Flashback, September 1978, Somewhere in Japanese land

Exhaustion...

Frustration...

Betrayal...

Lack of purpose...

These were the only thoughts left after Yuriko Omega destroyed the Shiro Psychic Research Center, killing multiple soldiers, scientists, clones, Doctor Shinji Shimada and her sister, Izumi. She was left completely alone in a world that would probably hunt her down like an animal. Watching humanity from afar was nothing but a small reprieve from this dead end. Fighting her way through all of them was also a no go. So, she exiled herself to the wilderness, roaming around, first near the Fuji mountain, then moved north to Hokkaido island. She lived in a tree cavity and her diet consisted of various fruit, plants and the occasional small animal she could grab, like a hermit. She lived like that for a few months, until strange dreams started plaguing her mind. It wasn't the memories of her captivity, her escape, the military prison, Shimada or Izumi. No, the image of a log cabin in the woods and an old man she never saw before was in her dream. That man then uttered a single phrase:

"Come find me."

Yuriko woke up startled the first time. It was nighttime, complete silence reigning in the dark forest, so she dismissed the dream. But over the course of the week, the same vision came to her mind every single night, making her more and more agitated over time. The seventh day, this same vision came to her when she was wide awake, collecting water from a small stream. This time, she clearly heard the voice calling her to find him and saw the image of the same old man more clearly now. His face was slightly wrinkled, he had blue eyes, his head was bald and had a red goatee. Yuriko decided to try and communicate with her abilities:

"Who the hell are you?" She asked:

"Someone who can help with your little problem." The old man answered, without giving a real answer:

"What do you want?" Yuriko asked again, her patience running out:

"Come find me Yuriko. See for yourself. Goodbye." The connection was cut.

The psionic commando was on the verge of lashing out, her short temper evident, until she realised what just happened. She used her powers to communicate with an unknown person, who knew both her name and about her abilities. Also, the way he communicated was almost the same as Izumi's, but instead of his face, Yuriko could also see other images. Who was that person? Another resident of the Shiro Sanitarium? Doubtful, he looked too old. Maybe a trap? Possible, but not very likely. After the ceasefire, the armed forces were mostly busy with rebuilding and suppressing rebel pockets all around the globe, which put the capture of Yuriko to a low priority list. After pondering what to do for a few hours, she decided to search for the source of the visions. That night, as she was waiting for another intrusion in her dreams, the same old man came to her sleep:

"If you want to find me, follow the tugging in your head." The figure smiled and disappeared before Yuriko could utter a single word. As she woke up, she started feeling a strange tug inside her head, just like the mysterious man said. It was pulling her towards the north:

"The Sakhalin islands. That's my destination. Time to get some answers." Yuriko resolutely said to herself.

Back to the present...

"Director Omega, are you listening?" The words of councillor Tevos jostled Yuriko back to reality. She put her tired face back on while in the comm. The floating camera got a visual of Yuriko and the maintenance workers behind her while it projected the holograms of the citadel council in front of her. She feigned a yawn and rubbed her temples:

"Yes, excuse me, I didn't get much sleep as you can see." Yuriko replied in a tired voice:

"What happened to your office? Were you under attack?" Sparatus asked:

"No, nothing like that. We just had a little accident in one of the power cores, as you can see, there was extensive interior damage around the whole station." Yuriko gestured behind her. The trick was simple. Make the council a little more sympathetic just for a bit and spare both sides from a long and boring talk:

"Did anyone get hurt? Are the directors in good health?" Valern, always the practical, asked with a hint of genuine concern, a rare but welcome occurrence:

"Nothing too serious, thank you. Only 28 people slightly injured, no casualties. The only problem is fixing the mess. The new computers and communicators require multiple authentications and calibrations, hence why me and the other directors are awake and busy for so long." Yuriko answered:

"For what it's worth, we apologise for the inconvenience, but we were recently notified that you allowed the quarian migrant fleet passage into your territory a few months ago. The reports also say that

you let them settle in one of your planets, the one named Abode. Is that true?" Tevos asked:

"Indeed councillor, 9 months ago, the quarian admiralty board showed interest in negotiating with us. 3 weeks later, we agreed to provide them sanctuary, land to settle down and a suitable area to colonise in exchange for services. Our tech companies and those of the batarian socialist republics are always in need of capable workers. The quarian people are very competent and grateful." Yuriko confessed. The councillors visibly tensed at the answer and Sparatus looked like he was ready to have an aneurysm, or whatever the turians called it:

"So you admit that you assimilated the quarian race under your flag? Don't you know that they created the geth, the race of sentient machines that kills every organic they see? WHAT IN THE SPIRITS NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?" Sparatus cried in, what he considered, righteous rage. If Tevos and Valern weren't already agitated enough, Sparatus looked ready to declare war:

"Well, for starters, every quarian who created,had a role in the creation of the geth or even lived during that time is long dead by now. Second, they came to negotiate without breaking any of our laws and they managed to talk us into a mutually beneficial deal without losing their sovereignty. Also, the migrant fleet is scrapped by now, so we cannot drive them away." Yuriko answered without hesitation:

"Wait, you say the quarians are not a client state? Why did you not annex them?" Valern asked curiously:

"Simple, we don't want to. We fancy ourselves as liberators, not conquerors. I mean sure, we have many quarians and batarians working in our firms, but other than that, they are free to live as they see fit. They may ask for our advice or assistance, but they decide what is best for them, not us. Less paperwork for us, more freedom for them. It's a win-win." The director of science said with a smirk:

"I don't care one way or the other, the quarians must pay for the creation of the geth. I demand you exile them RIGHT NOW!" Sparatus was livid. The stubborn military traditionalist had zero tolerance for anyone who broke the law, be it turian or alien. He was also quite salty about the defeat in Shanxi, which further fueled his animosity. Yuriko knew that she had to choose her words carefully with that one:

"I'm sorry councillor Sparatus, but as I said before, the migrant fleet is no more. The quarian people have nowhere else to go and they will protect their new home to the death. How do you expect us to make them leave? Do we kill them all? Genocide is a terrible crime and you know it." Yuriko tried to guilt trip Sparatus. The councillor was silent after the last sentence. He gawked awkwardly to the human, then looked to the other councillors for backup, which never came:

"Considering the fact that the terran coalition is a sovereign power and there was no prior agreement or warning against accepting the quarians into their territory, there is no law that was broken councillor Sparatus." Valern quickly added. The turian huffed after digesting the information. The three councillors talked and argued for about a minute and the final answer was given:

"As councillor Valern correctly added, what you do in your own territory is up to you. Next time however, could you show the courtesy of bringing us up to date with the newest developments? As I am sure you understand, your actions can have unwanted consequences to the rest of the galaxy." Tevos half pleaded, half demanded. The human directors were all genuinely impressed by her ability to do so, not that they would openly admit it however:

"That's acceptable councillor, but we thought you wouldn't mind, considering the fact that the migrant fleet is not roaming around the galaxy anymore." That voice belonged to none other but admiral Han'Gerrel, who insisted seeing the faces of the councillors in return for having to hug director Morrow. He finished by showing the middle finger before Yuriko terminated the call:

"I feel much better now that these arrogant bosh'tets were put in their places. And I hope they got the message." Han'Gerrel chuckled as he examined the gesture like it was a powerful weapon:

"Let me guess, MacLeod taught you the finger, right?" Yuriko didn't bother reading the mind of the admiral:

"Yes. He didn't explain me what it meant BUT IT FELT SO LIBERATING! Do you think the council got the meaning of the gesture, whatever it is?" Han'Gerrel asked:

"They definitely did. Also, this gesture means...

Meanwhile, in the presidium...

"... I quote, 'shove this finger up your rear hole'. It is an insult widely used by humanity." Tevos explained to the 2 councillors who didn't know the meaning. At the exact same moment when the explanation was finished, Han'Gerrel was laughing like a maniac in front of an amused Yuriko in the Arcturus station, while the councillors were silently fuming back in the council chambers.

Four months later, TCS ubernaught Alliance

"So, let me get this straight. The batarians and the quarians fucked up in their attempt to colonise a couple of new planets, a good portion of them were snatched by slavers and we are the ones who are supposed to clean the mess. Am I missing something?" Admiral Steven Hackett, decorated officer and veteran of the first contact war was having a conversation with director MacLeod. These 2 old dogs of war went through thick and thin since their time in the Buenos Aires Avanzada Academia Mititar:

"You forgot the part that I promised to train the new elite forces for our soggy alien friends. The idiots forgot that when the shit hits the fan, you need your own bunch of whack jobs to get the job done. And don't ignore the ironic part, they were present in the galactic community for nearly a millennia while we kicked the collective assess of the turian hierarchy and the batarian hegemony in less than a decade. It's crazy. We prepared so much for possible attack from hostile aliens that now they are afraid of us." MacLeod added and took a swig of whiskey from his glass. The issue these 2 men were discussing was the new slaver raids that occurred one month earlier. Instead of assaulting human settlements directly, they went for the easy pickings. The about 3000 pioneers who attempted to settle a new barren planet were kidnapped by the same slaver groups that were behind the attack on Elysium 2 years ago and retreated back to their recently discovered underground base in Torfan:

"You got that right, but what's bugging me is how the hell did the slavers manage to keep the location of their secret base out of the CISP's network? Is Gigi becoming senile in his old age?" Hackett asked, making both of them chuckle. Less than 30 people knew of director Espinoza's nickname and even fewer had the guts to use it:

"Nah. From what I heard, the old spook well... spooked them for good, so they grew wiser and more cautious. From what I could find out, the CISP uncovered that the slavers are using coded paper messages to relay info. I don't know if they took the trick from us or if they had the smarts to think it themselves, but Gigi was practically foaming from his mouth when he found out, heh. At least we got the target so the mess will be cleaned soon" MacLeod answered:

"Well, back to the previous matter, I believe we could use Thaddeus Ahern. He is currently rear admiral, stationed at the Pinnacle station, grinding greens and hardened vets of almost every species at his simulation. He could get the job done rather well." Hackett recommended:

"I was thinking of a more unconventional approach. Ahern is a good admiral and capable fighter, but special forces can only be trained by other special forces. I was thinking of using a hunter to train whatever our alien allies consider tier one soldiers, someone they can look up to. You know who I am thinking about, right?"

MacLeod asked enigmatically. Hackett got the message and raised from his seat:

"Fingers crossed that the russki bastard is not wasted again. People like him are the reason I quit drinking and started smoking. Fuck cancer and all other health hazards, we have good doctors and meds." Hackett reached for the QEC and entered an electronic military address. After 7 seconds, the hologram of Vitaliy Strasskov popped up. To Hackett's great surprise, he saw him with a book in his hands:

"Privet comrade admiral, how can I help this glorious day?" Strasskov saluted, his smile and cheery tone always present. Hackett saluted back:

"At ease colonel. Are your troops busy with any assignments right now?" Hackett asked for status report:

"Clear skies and bored soldiers comrade admiral. From what I've heard, we're going to have some real action soon enough." Strasskov answered jovially:

"You're right colonel, but not yet. First, we need to teach the quarians and the batarians our own modus operandi. Which means that we need your best drill instructor. Is Shepard up for the task?" Hackett asked. Strasskov smiled:

"Is that a trick question comrade admiral? There is always a demand for fresh meat. Let me call Shepard for a bit." A few minutes later, Strasskov hologram blinked back into existence:

"He says he is more than willing to teach them how to fight properly, but he doesn't like the fact that the quarians can die from a simple suit puncture or a goddamn sneeze. He believes it's ridiculous to lose soldiers like that." Strasskov answered:

"There's no reason to worry. Our eggheads figured out a way to repair their immune systems and they are actually even better than 300 years ago. Also, we used it as leverage to get quarian volunteers for training, so don't go spewing it everywhere that the cure is ready, we have to test it in real stress situations." Hackett warned:

"Duly noted admiral, if you could tell me the number of volunteers to prepare accommodations I would be grateful. Also, how should we call the new elite?" Strasskov asked:

"We will send 30 batarian close quarters specialists and 30 quarian combat engineers. As for the team names, leave them to Shepard. He gets the right to name them obviously. Hackett out." Hackett said with finality and closed the comm. Strasskov, on the other hand, called back a girl to continue the massage.

11th November 2178, Fort Gyurza

17 year old Tali'Zorah started having second thoughts about her decision. Lying about her age was one thing, but the only training she got was from private instructors, courtesy of admiral Rael'Zorah, her father. True, Tali proved herself as a highly talented hacker, technician and engineer, also quite handy with shotguns, pistols and knives, but only on an individual level. She wasn't much of a team member and not really charismatic, the reasons she decided to join in this venture were, first, train herself so she could help her people and impress her father, second, she was curious to meet human soldiers from up close and see the famed Douglas Shepard, the hunter, hero of Elysium and lone survivor of Akuze, from up close, and third, she wanted to be cured from her weakened immune system. When she signed the papers for her enlistment in the quarian special force, she also received the complimentary offer for a procedure to strengthen her immune system, something which she gladly accepted, just like the other 29 volunteers. For 2 whole days, she felt nauseus, but after that, she didn't need to wear that suit and mask anymore. Instead, she was given a shirt, a pair of trousers, a jacket, socks, underwear and shoes designed for quarians. She really believed that humans, from the way the doctors, some army officials and the human civilians from the city of Santa Espera back in Unity, were a kind and considerate race. But as she exited the transport along with her fellow quarians and the batarian recruits, her hopes crashed quicker than a failed rocket launch. The grizzled soldiers in the entrance of the fortress were regarding the newcomers like they were predators looking for prey. Tali caught a few snippets of conversation and shouts:

"... fresh meat for the grinder..."

"... this is gonna be fun..."

"... here come the live bait..."

The same continued when they passed the gate. The soldiers were staring at them with lifeless eyes, their faces scowling, making Tali and the others feel really nervous. They were all led to an open space, covered in mud and with a few patches of grass here and there. On the ground, there were markings of yellow paint, each of them had a name on. Tali found hers and moved there. The markings were forming 2 lines, each looking towards the center:

"ATTEEEEEEEEEENTION!" A soldier bearing the markings of a corporal shouted. All the recruits tensed and straightened up. After a few seconds, a tall, scarred man made his arrival. He wore forest camo fatigues, a gray flak jacket, a peaked gray foraging cap which covered his shaven head, a short black cloak on his shoulders and each of his forearms had the head of an animal which Tali recognised as a wolf. She and many other recruits gulped as they recognised Douglas Shepard. He didn't look anything on the posters or the vids. He wasn't smiling or wearing a clean service uniform. Instead, that man was walking slowly, like a beast on the prowl, eyes searching for any sign of weakness, hands behind his back and with a scowl that could make even a krogan flinch. 3 steps later, his gaze fell on a batarian with dark brown skin who was clenching his fist from time to time:

"You look like a slaver I killed back in Elysium. Name." Shepard said in a low and quiet voice:

"Vren Pankoreh." He answered:

"Why are you so nervous? Afraid I'm gonna kill you?" Shepard asked:

"No sir." He answered. As the last word escaped his lips, Shepard grabbed him by the throat:

"I AM NOT SIR! I AM DRILL INSTRUCTOR DOUGLAS SHEPARD AND YOU WILL CALL ME DRILL INSTRUCTOR, IS THAT CLEAR?" Shepard shouted. The batarian, to his credit, managed to keep his cool and didn't resist:

"Crystal clear drill instructor." Vren answered, his voice slightly crackled but audible. Shepard let him loose and started walking again. A female quarian, which Tali recognised as Zimma'Fanis, 5 steps further from Shepard was trying to contain her nervous chuckling, but he heard it:

"What is so bloody funny leatherneck?" Shepard asked plainly:

"N-nothing drill instructor." She asked, trying to force her smile into a neutral line:

"Then why are you laughing? Do I look like a goddamn comedian, did you come here for fun?" Shepard asked again:

"No drill instructor." She answered:

"Then stop laughing." Shepard's voice was dripping venom. Zimma kept trying, but couldn't stop smiling:

"I don't have all day." Shepard said through clenched teeth:

"Sorry, I'm trying." She couldn't stop giggling. Shepard finally had enough and punched her in the gut. She fell on the ground, struggling to breath:

"Get up and show me your face." Shepard ordered. The quarian slowly got up, but she was still holding her stomach and kept her head hanging low:

"YOUR FACE GODDAMMIT, LET ME SEE IT!" Shepard screamed. The quarian recruit lifted her head. There was no trace of smile, only an expression of pain. Shepard kept walking towards the end of the line, getting closer and closer to Tali, who was now sweating. She was trying desperately to keep her wits together, but as Shepard reached the end of the line, he turned his head towards her and looked dead to the eye. He stepped right in front of her, easily towering over her, as she was still underage and thus didn't fully develop yet:

"I am having a hard time believing that you came here on your own free will. Name." Shepard asked:

"Tali'Zorah drill instructor." She answered:

"Did you come here to learn how to kill?"

Shepard asked again. The word kill gave a bad feeling to Tali. She didn't have any qualms about destroying geth or soulless machines, but the thought of killing organics made her feel sick:

"N-no." She answered quietly:

"Then you came here to learn how to destroy?" Shepard asked:

"No." Tali answered again:

"THEN WHY THE FUCK DID YOU COME HERE? ARE YOU HERE JUST TO WASTE MY TIME, IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE TO YOU?" Shepard screamed again:

"I can be of use. I am a good engineer." Tali answered after a few seconds while in the verge of tears. How she wished she wore her mask now:

"This is where you're wrong. LISTEN UP EVERYBODY!" Shepard shouted and the recruits who relaxed their stance straightened up again:

"LITTLE TALI HERE SAYS SHE IS AN ENGINEER. SHE OBVIOUSLY FORGOT A CRUCIAL DETAIL. IN THIS CAMP, YOU ALL CAME TO BECOME SPECIAL FORCES AND I WILL TRAIN YOU AS SUCH. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR SKILL SETS, YOU ALL CAME HERE FOR THIS SINGLE REASON. ANYONE WHO THINKS MY TRAINING REGIMENT IS TOO HARSH, OR IF I AM TO CRUEL AND RUTHLESS, THERE'S THE EXIT!" Shepard showed the fortress entrance with his index finger:

"ANYONE WHO WANTS TO QUIT, BEST TO STEP FORWARD NOW!" No one stepped forward:

"WELL, I GUESS YOU ALL AGREE WITH ME THEN. YOU SEE THAT HALFTRUCK OVER THERE? YOUR UNIFORMS ARE IN THESE PACKAGES. FIND THE PACK WITH YOUR NAME AND RETURN TO THE BARRACKS ASAP! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO ENTER THE BARRACKS WITHOUT PROPER UNIFORM! AM I CLEAR YOU WORTHLESS MAGGOTS?" Shepard said:

"YES DRILL INSTRUCTOR!" All the recruits answered:

"GOOD, NOW GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY SIGHT, CORPORAL DEZERIAN, KEEP THE PACE!" Shepard dismissed the trainees and went back to his office, while the greens in their horror went to chase the truck throught the muddy field with the other drill instructors hounding them, shouting profanities and screaming. Tali managed to read the sign on the back of the speeding truck while she and the others were chasing after it:

'WELCOME TO HELL.'

AN

Sorry for being late again, I went on self writer's block, searching for ideas of how to continue the fiction in order to keep a semblance of quality. Also, thank you all for your patience, understanding and comments. Also, I have a few questions. I have a few ideas for new crossovers

(Avatar the last airbenderFar cry 3)

(Team fortress 2Warhammer 40k)

do they sound good and which would you prefer? Also, what do you like most about this current fanfic. Franklieu, no need to answer, it's the 'NO TEETH GODDAMMIT' joke from the previous part, right? Haha, kidding,your feedback, and that of anyone who bothers reading this, is much appreciated. Also, with the corona virus on the loose, I protect myself by wearing a hazmat suit that would make even a quarian jealous. Sure, I get a few weird glances from some people, but I don't give a fuck. Also, who can guess my country of origin?