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Hi everyone! I hope everyone is better than ever. Better than me at any rate. But I am not going to overshare this chapter. I will just say, 'I am tired' and leave it at that. I will apologise if this AN comes off less friendly than usual.
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CHAPTER 36 – ADVENTURES AT PEAK 15 PART 1
I really wanted to play Flight of the Valkyries as we drove to Peak 15.
Unfortunately for me, I was outvoted on that by Shepard, Alenko and Wrex. Liara was happy enough to humour me and voted with me but three to two meant that I couldn't have what I was after in the entertainment stakes. At least, not in music. Luckily for me, I had another source of entertainment.
Shepard was driving again.
Seeing as no one else had been on the previous trip in the Mako, I was the only one to speak out against Shepard's decision to hop behind the driver's wheel when we got into the vehicle that had been left in the garage at Noveria's main base. The others all thought I was exaggerating how badly she had been on Therum, and I distinctly remember a few of them laughing at me for expressing my desire that Alenko hop in the driver's seat to make the trip. Shepard's smug little face had annoyed me, as had their laughter.
None of them were laughing now, but I sure was.
All three of the others were holding on to their harnesses in a death grip. I'm pretty sure that Wrex was going to leave indents in his safety harness. Liara seemed to be muttering a prayer to her goddess under her breath.
"And you all thought I was joking!" I yelled out joyfully. "Come on Wrex. I would have thought you had plenty of experience getting thrown around in vehicles."
The big scarred krogan glared at me. "It's been while since I had one this bad. I ain't used to it."
"She's… ugh… fine," Alenko grunted as the tank landed heavily coming over a bump. "She knows what she's doing."
"Thanks for your support, Lieutenant," Shepard called back.
I shook my head at the simping. It was either steadfast loyalty to an Alliance superior, support for the first human Spectre, or he was wanting to get into Shepard's pants early. No other way that he could say this was 'fine' unless they were into off-roading like me. Especially when the guy's face was turning green.
Liara let out a short scream as the tank went over another bump that made my stomach feel like it was floating, drowning out the cheers that I gave as I raised my arms and legs to go with the bump. Not that I could get out of my safety harness, but I could still enjoy the off-roading.
Liara's hand shot out and latched onto mine in a death grip. It was surprisingly strong enough to feel through my titanium weaved gloves, even without her using biotics. I looked over at her and saw that her eyes were almost painfully welded shut in her fear. I gripped her hand back and started using my thumb to stroke what I could.
"Hey," I said softly, speaking calmly to help her settle down. "I've got you, don't be afraid. I won't let the mean and nasty Spectre Shepard hurt you in the tank, ok?"
"Oh, shut it Nielson," Shepard shot back grumpily from the driver's seat.
"I will when we swap drivers," I countered. "One that doesn't have the rest of the team white-knuckled in a panic while being shot at by rocket turrets we can't see and nearly rolling over on hills we don't expect."
Shepard grumbled to herself but didn't reply.
Wrex grunted and looked over at me. "I don't apologise," he ground out. "But I will concede that you were right."
Alenko looked at me and frowned slightly but looked away when he saw me looking at him. I have the feeling that he wasn't going to like me no matter what I did. He might think he was good at hiding it, but he hadn't liked me since I got on the Normandy, hadn't started a single conversation with me and kept shooting frowns at me like I was doing something wrong to him personally.
As long as the bloke did what he was told on a mission I didn't care what he was like socially. To me the guy was a nonfactor in the big scheme of things.
I continued to use my thumb to rub the back of her hands and Liara calmed down enough.
I gave her a grin. "Don't worry about rolling over," I assured her. "These vehicles have a special eezo based gyroscope system that prevents it from rolling. That means you can get that worry out of your pretty head and just enjoy the floating sensation this gives your stomach whenever she goes over a jump. So no matter how bad a driver the Spectre is, you won't get more than some motion sickness, and maybe some bruises from the restraints." I let my grin turn cheeky. "Unless, you know, she accidentally drives us off a cliff."
"Shut it, Nielson," Shepard barked without looking around. "I drive fine!"
"Ssuuuurrreee you do," I replied smarmily. "And Wrex looks great in a frilly pink tutu."
"That's not a mental image I needed to have," Alenko grumbled out from where he was seated.
"You talk a lot, human," Wrex rumbled from his spot.
"What was that Wrex?" I asked innocently. "You have problems with the way I joke around to help nervous people settle down? Or other problems with me and my businesses?"
Wrex wisely stayed silent and refused to look at me directly, a fake-innocent look on his own scarred face. Clearly the big guy didn't want to risk his pokemon not being accepted later.
The rest of the journey was fairly painless, other than dealing with a few geth troopers and rocket launchers that we couldn't see. It was very similar to being in the back of the rover that I had… enjoyed… on Therum.
If Liara held my hand tightly for the entire trip, well, I wasn't complaining. The blue lady was actually pretty beautiful, even if I still wasn't sure that I was ready for a relationship. Never say no to a nice pretty lady.
Always say no to the bad ones though. I learned my lesson there.
The vehicle finally pulled to a stop in the garage at the Peak 15 facility, letting us release our restraints. I stood and grabbed my weapons, deciding that it would be better if I told the other three right now what we were likely to be facing, seeing as Shepard hadn't done it yet.
"Right team," I announced before we disembarked, looking at the two aliens and the Alliance biotic, "as I am sure Shepard was going to warn you but merely forgot or thought it unimportant, we need to know what we are likely to face here. While an asari matriarch is no joke, especially one escorted by a team of biotic commandoes, she is not the only threat. And no, I don't mean the geth like we faced in the garage back at the base. It is possible that we might be facing something else."
I noticed that everyone was looking at me intently, though Shepard and Alenko were both frowning at me, though Shepard noticeably didn't interrupt.
"Some time ago, Noveria Corp scientists in their Binary Helix division uncovered a rachni egg."
"Rachni!" Wrex bellowed. "They found a rachni?"
I nodded. "Not only that," I continued. "It turns out they hatched it, and it was a rachni queen, and they decided that they wanted to breed it for 'scientific research' of some unspecified type. But if we get out there and they release rachni on us, it would be better if we had some advanced warning. Wrex, do you know anything about their capabilities?"
The big krogan growled for a long moment before he straightened up and and frowned thoughtfully. Though, if you didn't know krogan, you would probably think it was an angry frown. Finally, he huffed.
"I am too young to have fought in the rachni wars," he growled. "But I met some old timers that used to talk about them a few centuries ago. They're damn quick, they spit acid that would melt something frail, like a salarian. They have appendages that are strong enough to pierce armour. The worst thing is how adaptable they are. It's what was causing the asari and salarians to lose. A rachni hive could take a broken starship, combine it with an asteroid they found from wherever and make it fly, just as safe as if it was built that way on purpose. Even though they look like bugs, they were smart, or at least the queens were. The drones just did what the queens tell 'em to do. But a single queen can lay thousands of eggs, and the records showed that there were thousands of queens at some point and they lay their eggs quick."
"You're saying that if we are facing rachni," Shepard interjected, her voice serious, "is that we will face an enemy that will be fast, can hurt us from both close range and a distance and can adapt to any technology?"
The big scarred krogan grunted an affirmative. "Not only that," he continued. "They also have a natural armour and they can handle nearly any type of environment. Something like a little ice and cold won't be enough to even slow them down."
I looked over at Liara, seeing how she was taking this news. She looked vaguely worried but not in the 'I want to run away' way. More of a 'well that's going to be a concern when I come across it' way.
Alenko and Shepard both appeared stoic, though Alenko was frowning harder. But neither of them seemed worried so it should be fine.
"All right then," Shepard declared. "We know what to look out for now. Let's move out."
We moved through the Peak 15 garage, shooting at the geth and mercs that had taken place. Shepard was a whirlwind of movement, jumping in and out of cover as she engaged the enemy. Wrex was taking to the more dangerous approach, walking straight up the centre. Alenko was trailing the Spectre, only less capably. Liara was trailing them, providing biotic support in the form of barriers, singularities and warps being thrown at mercs.
Seeing as there were only a few hundred meters of garage, I decided to take a sniper role, climbing on top of some of the crates that were stashed around the place and going prone. Changing my Butcher to shoot slug rounds with disruptor ammo on single fire, I took pot shots, downing several geth on the upper level. I was still just trying to get this mission done as quickly as possible.
A roar took my attention off the upper level and I saw Wrex slugging it out with another krogan in full armour. I shook my head at the absurdity that a krogan managed to get out here without being reported or having anyone suspicious about it, before turning back and focussing on the troops on the upper level.
A half dozen more were taken care of by the time Shepard made her way up to the higher level. I really loved how strong the Butcher was as a rifle. Slug rounds for the win.
"Good work on sniper duties, Nielson," Shepard spoke over the comms, not even sounding out of breath despite the fighting. "Head on up and we can make our way through the facility."
I jumped down from the crates I was on and moved over to them, taking a shortcut by simply climbing up to the next level directly.
We pushed through the hallways, taking out a few more geth until we reached the reception area of the facility. The whole place looked like a battle zone. Windows and walls were broken, rubble was strewn about the place. Parts of the walls looked like they had been melted, likely by acid. The windows to the outside had been smashed and snow and ice was coating the floor.
Just like I expected it to be.
"Judging by the conditions here," I said, "I would say that rachni seems a likely possibility."
Shepard took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, apparently considering how to proceed with the new information.
"Ok," she said slowly. "Here's what's going to happen. Wrex," she turned to the big alien, "you're going to take point with Nielson. Between his sensor and your ability to tank enemy fire, you are both more likely going to be capable of taking out problem geth. I will go next with Liara, and Alenko will follow, covering the rear. If they act like bugs, like they look and did here, expect them to jump out of vents and corners, somewhere they can hide. Think cockroaches that spit acid, if I am reading this right."
Alenko and I shared a look and nodded, ignoring the questioning looks from the two aliens.
"Alright everyone," Shepard ordered. "Heads on a swivel. Cover each other's backs. Nielson, call out any you can't get. Let's move."
We proceeded through the facility in that formation, taking a slow approach that seemed to infuriate Wrex. Well, it was either that or the fact that I would stop every now and then to fire into a grate or vent just before a rachni would pop out of it. He was taking out the geth first but my advantage at seeing through and around walls with SONAR meant that he was always going to fall behind on the rachni.
"Stop hoggin' all the kills!" he whined, clearly wanting to be part of the action. "I want to kill rachni, like my ancestors! Not just geth."
"Fine," I huffed. I pointed to a vent up to our left. "There is one rachni drone hiding there, just before the split."
Immediately Wrex took aim with his shotgun and fired two quick blasts into the vent. A familiar screech let us know that he was accurate. A third shot was heard, followed by the sound of the shotgun venting. The wounded screeching rachni drone jumped out of the vent to attack us. I swung my Butcher towards it, only to see a large bright biotic orb fly past my shoulder to smash into the drone, making it blow into chunks.
I blinked, then slowly looked around to stare at Liara in the back whose hand was still up from where it had thrown the biotic orb.
"That was impressive," Alenko whistled.
I smiled, even though she wouldn't see it from behind my helmet. "Nicely done, Doctor T'soni," I congratulated her. "I look forward to see more from you."
The asari maiden blushed a bright purple and lowered her hand shyly.
"Good job, Liara," Shepard said evenly. "Push on, Nielson."
We pushed forward, until a small wave of green bugs came screeching at us. Scuttling along the floor towards us. They seemed harmless, but we didn't take chances and fired at them. Luckily we did, because one got too close to Wrex and exploded in a green flash of acid.
"Concentrate fire," Shepard ordered. "Don't let them get too close. I don't want to trust our armour against that acid."
I tapped a button on my Butcher and switched to shotgun rounds, knowing the spread would be more beneficial than slugs against a small fast critter like the mini-rachni.
The concentrated gunfire did wonders for thinning the herd of mini-rachni as they charged down the hallway. I expected that we would be able to clear them pretty quickly but there was something wrong here.
They just kept coming. There were so much more than I remembered there being in the games. I know that it has been quite a few years now since I had been in this universe and a while before that since I had played the games so my memory of this level could be less reliable than I want them to be, but I was sure that the number of these little rachni bombs was far beyond whatever the games had given.
"They're getting closer!" Liara called out in a panic.
She was right too. Every second that passed, the wave of rachni bugs were inching closer to us, almost getting in range for us to be overrun by living acid bombs.
I let out a defiant snarl. I was not going down like that today!
"Move over," I barked to Alenko, who was standing in my way, as I activated the mod on my gun to charge my shotgun rounds with incendiary ammo. Then, for the first time since I had joined the crew, I went full auto shotgun.
The sound of continuous shotgun fire overtook the rest of the guns, as the explosive pellets mowed their way through the horde of rachni bugs, pushing back against the wave that was threatening to overwhelm us. The weapons of the others, combined with Warp and Singularity attacks thrown out by Liara and Alenko, helped to exterminate the bugs.
The alarms of overheated weapons went off, cutting down the amount of gunfire hitting the bugs, but my trusty Butcher never faltered. It cut through the seemingly endless wave of rachni, blasting them to pieces and pushing them further and further back, only to be joined by the weapons of the others as they finally cooled down enough to use.
Finally, the wave just stopped, leaving a sudden and eerie silence as we all stared at the mass of green acidic blood burning away snow and metal on the path in front of us. It took a few long moments for us to all collectively realise that the throng had finished.
Shepard finally turned to me, pointing at my gun. "What the hell is that?" she demanded.
"And where can I get one!?" Wrex added.
I gave a chuckle and patted my weapon lovingly. "This little piece is my personal weapon of choice," I said smugly. "It's called the Butcher and it's a fully automatic shotgun. The drum here is actually an integrated cooling system. It means that I can hold the trigger and shoot it like an assault rifle and it will never overheat. Its recoil management is great and means that I can shoot fairly accurately if I was holding it one handed. And because it is a shotgun, it is more powerful than any assault rifle made, and more than most shotguns, except the real heavy-duty stuff, like Wrex's beast."
"I want one," Wrex said immediately.
"Me too," Shepard said instantly.
"I didn't think that anyone had made a fully automatic shotgun," Alenko frowned into the conversation.
I rolled my eyes at that. "No one else has," I explained. "This is exclusive to my company and the people in it. If I was to sell this on the market, it would immediately be classed as 'Spectre Only' or some ridiculous thing. So no, sorry Wrex, sorry Shepard, but this gun is under restricted access, and not even your Spectre access is going to give it to you, Shepard."
Neither Shepard nor the krogan looked happy with that and Shepard opened her mouth to respond.
Thankfully, a certain blue lady-adjacent got in first. "Is this really the time to talk about this?" Liara asked, sounding perplexed about the weapons chat. "We don't know how many more of those smaller rachni we have nearby."
Shepard gave an unsatisfied grunt. "Fine," she muttered. She fixed me with a glare. "We will be talking about this later." It didn't sound optional but I wasn't worried.
After all, it wouldn't be my first experience in disappointing a woman.
Yeah… upon reflection, I'm glad I didn't say that out loud.
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The group walked into the open common area, mindful of the damage all around us. There were several doorways that headed off to different areas of the lab, but all of them were showing power failure. A sign above each door told them where each of them led to.
A VI terminal sparked off to the side and Jane moved over to it. After all, VI tended to be able to access a lot of information for all users, even visitors. They might learn something useful.
"Critical startup error," the automated voice announced. "Virtual intelligence user interface offline. Manual reboot required."
"Great," Wrex complained. "Now what?"
"Perhaps we should check the VI core over there?" Liara spoke up hesitantly. The poor girl still didn't have the most confidence yet, but she was getting better. Jane was just glad that the asari maiden was doing a decent job of focussing on the mission. Though she would need to watch the blue woman when they finally came across her mother.
"I'll head over," Jane declared. "Everyone else on sentry duty."
She marched over to the console, then looked over at Nielson expectantly. Thankfully, the billionaire was quick on the uptake.
"No geth or rachni on the scopes, Spectre," he dutifully reported.
She gave a satisfied nod. The businessman continued to impress her in his ability to take orders like a good soldier, and not get caught up in sense of superiority, like so many wealthy private citizens.
She descended into the console and let the machine light up. She took a look at the display to see what the issue was on the diagnostic. Seemed simple enough.
"Does anyone have a whole bunch of omnigel?" she asked over the squad communicator.
"I do, Commander," Alenko replied instantly, sounding eager. It reminded her of a puppy that was eager to please its owner. "I'm bringing it now."
A few minutes and a copious application of omnigel and the system started up. She couldn't help feeling a little relieved that the solution was so simple. Imagine if she had needed to reroute the power systems pathways. That could have taken forever!
She lifted out of the console and moved over to the VI station. A female hologram started up.
It took no more than thirty seconds to find where Benezia was located from the VI. But of course, there were complications. Why wouldn't there be? If they were going to make their way down the train lines to find the older asari, then Jane's crew were going to need to do a different type of handiwork.
"Does anyone else feel like the maintenance crew is not fulfilling their contract?" Nielson asked as they made their way to reconnect the landlines.
"Sounds like something you should get on to, Mr Board Member," Jane snarked, causing Liara to giggle. "A humble Spectre like me can only stick within the corporate guidelines established by the Council."
"Fair call, Spectre," Nielson said. He aimed at a vent and let of a burst of his assault rifle/shotgun combo weapon, leading to a squeal that was shut off from a rachni hiding in it. "Fair call indeed. I will let our new administrator know that there might be a broken window when we get back. I'm feeling a little draughty in here."
They hit the external balcony where the hardlines were, only to get ambushed by the rachni, this time both the big ones and the little ones.
"Shepard!" Wrex bellowed as he shot a rachni in the face with his shotgun and threw it off the balcony. "I thought you were going to send challenges my way! This is too easy!"
Jane couldn't help blinking. Was the anti-social krogan sharing… battle humour?
Weird.
"If it's so easy then you should probably feel embarrassed by the state of your back," Nielson called out from the side where he was using his, completely unfair, automatic shotgun to blast away any rachni that threatened to get too close.
"Huh?" the krogan grunted in confusion, taking a split second to look over his shoulder.
As he did he turned slightly and Jane could see what Nielson was talking about. There were a few points on the krogan's heavy armour that were melted from acid, either from the larger rachni spitting the acid or the little ones exploding when they got too close.
Still, Wrex did seem to be physically fine, so the acid likely hadn't burned through his armour. And if the big alien was happy to get chatty during combat, then Jane could oblige. After all, it helped to increase team cohesion and the big unit certainly needed to feel more included in the group.
"Well, that must be embarrassing, Wrex!" Jane shouted with amusement. "Why don't you take a nap, old timer. You must be tired. Let us young ones do the job. We don't want you to slow down on us."
"Ha!" Wrex shouted. "You calling me old? Watch this then!"
With that, the krogan battle master lit up blue with biotic energy and charged, bulling his way through a cluster of large rachni soldiers and blasting them with his shotgun as he passed, until it overheated. Then he turned it around and used it as a club on another rachni, before he lashed out with a biotically enhanced fist to explode the carapace of the last on in his line.
He finally stopped just short of going over the edge of the balcony and turned around to stare at the damage he had managed to cause. Then, as his shotgun stopped whining from being overheated, he aimed it without looking and blasted a small group of the little green rachni, making them vanish in a pile of green gore.
"How was that?" he shouted proudly.
"Six out of ten," Nielson called out from his spot.
Wrex looked outraged. "Six? Six?" he growled. "How the hell was that a measly six? It deserved at least a nine!"
The answer came from two quick bursts of automatic shotgun fire that blasted off two more of the larger rachni that were sneaking up behind the krogan.
"You missed some," came the Australian's cheeky reply.
Wrex gave a jealous huff and muttered something about overpowered shotguns. Jane couldn't help but agree with that. Stupid beautiful shotgun.
"All done here, Shepard," Alenko called from his spot where he was fixing the hardlines.
"Good, let's head back and we can make it to the Rift Station labs," Jane said. "We are catching up to Benezia and I would hate to have her jump off world before we catch her."
The whole group nodded, even if Liara's was a little more reluctant. That was enough for now.
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The trip to Rift Station was, predictably, rather boring. There were no more rachni or geth trying to stop us, which made the group as a whole more nervous, rather than less. It certainly made for an increase in paranoia that there was an ambushing waiting in the works.
Only, there was no ambush. We got on the tram to Rift Station unmolested and arrived without any issue. The waiting area was clear and had power. All that we saw was the two doorways ahead of us; one to the upper areas, and one to the Hot Labs, which was locked, judging by the red light on the door.
We headed up the elevator when my scopes saw what I had expected to see.
"We have a group of armed people waiting for us when we get out of the elevator," I declared, looking through my SONAR. I remembered this plot. We go save them, only to find out that the security team was working for Benezia and they try kill us when the rachni do the job. Still, no reason to fret or tip our hand off early. "They are waiting behind some makeshift barricades and are aiming at the door."
"Roger that," Shepard snapped into action. "Everyone against the walls. Don't give them a target until we verify who they are."
It was a good idea, though Wrex had something sticking out in view no matter how he stood. It would be enough though.
The elevator hissed to a stop and the doors opened. A burst of gunfire hammered into the elevator and chipped away at the back wall.
"Hold your fire!" Shepard barked. "We're friendlies!"
"Stand down!" a man's voice called out. "You're clear to come out."
We stuck our heads out, and when no one shot at us, we exited the elevator. Sure enough, a vaguely familiar bald human male was standing in armour waiting for us to exit.
We made our way over and I let Shepard take charge with the local security team this time. After all, she is the Spectre. She shouldn't need me holding her hand in every interaction. Plus, with her being judge capable of being a Spectre, I would assume that she was capable of learning quickly so that she could interact with people who were not soldiers sooner rather than later.
I headed over to where a turian was standing behind a crate, looking back at the elevator.
"Hey," I said. "You guys doing alright?"
The turian's mandibles were clenched but they twitched every few seconds. It was a sign of stress and agitation that I had picked up off Torrin over the years.
"Yeah," the turian grunted, not looking at me. "It has just been… a long few days."
I reached into a pouch and gave him a dextro nutrient pack. He looked down at it for a long moment, then finally back up at me. Then he looked down again and slowly reached a hand out to get the food pouch. "Thanks," he mumbled.
I just nodded and clapped him on the shoulder. "You're welcome. Thanks for doing your duty."
The turian straightened just a tiny amount. "Of course."
"Nielson!" Shepard called from where the group were standing with the security captain.
I walked over to Shepard, already knowing what the next step for us would be.
Funnily enough, I was right. "We need to get down to the Hot Labs to initiate a neutron purge," Shepard said. "That will let get rid of most of the rest of the rachni in the base."
"I wouldn't count on it," Wrex rumbled. "From the stories, those things can be damn tricky to kill."
"Still," Shepard insisted. "We are going to do it. But," she looked thoughtful for a moment, "we probably don't need everyone for that job. Lieutenant, you stay up here with Doctor T'soni and provide whatever support you can."
With that, Shepard made her way to the elevator, Wrex lumbering after her.
I turned back to look at the two staying behind and leaned in close. "Watch your backs, you two," I said softly. "Don't trust these guys too far. Things go right and they may try to… cover up the truth. The dead don't speak, after all." The fact that I knew these guys were going to betray us anyway did make it easier for me to said that.
They both straightened slightly in alarm and almost turned to look at the guards left behind. A sharp word stopped them. "No need to give yourselves away," I said quietly but firmly. "Just watch yourselves and don't let anyone get behind you."
Liara gave me a determined nod. Alenko though, was looking around frowning, suspicion all over his face. The suspicion didn't leave when he looked at me.
My warning given, I gave them a nod and headed off to join Shepard and Wrex at the elevator to the Hot Labs.
Time for the rachni ambush.
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I hope you liked that. I had intended to get Peak 15 all into a single chapter but it went longer than I intended and I split it in two. The next two chapters are already up for viewing on pat-re-on.
I hope you liked the crew reactions to the Butcher on full auto. I like to think it was accurate. Just wondering, do you all like that I change POV from time to time, or is that not something you like?
Anyway, until next time!