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The remaining three began falling back. Given that this was out in the open more or less, Jenus charged the center Collector, and the impact caused a biotic detonation that sent the other two flying. Iole fired on the one that flew right. And Irina had reloaded her shotgun and hit the one on the left as it was in mid air.

 

It was over.

 

Naleena went to the altar where Feron was tied. Above Feron on stone was an image of a giant creature resembling Sovereign, and it was surrounded by Collectors worshiping it. Feron was gravely wounded, and Naleena gave him an immediate medi-gel application to stop the bleeding.

 

"It's... too late," Feron said. "The key... do you have it?"

 

Irina showed him the Kopis relic.

 

"Good...." Feron coughed and wheezed. "The temple behind.... use it there.... It's the only way to get inside.... You must get inside.... Tell Liara... I'm...." Feron died.



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Frank and Faed joined the others.

 

Frank immediately supplied the team with some mission-critical intel.

 

"Well, this is fucked.



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Anika was at the high rise at the back of the warehouse when she first heard the sounds of the door's being smashed off their mounts as a loader part tore through the metal, shredding it's own frame as the cabin was decapitated. Standing on the office's roof after dropping down from the ceiling, she watched as it plowed through several stacks of crates, spilling their content's over the warehouse floor towards the armature's as Asari techs looked up in unison to see the loader's remains skidding along the metal floor towards them......

 

The Asari on the ground gave shrill cries and like a school of fish, ran in a mass of bodies away from the loader. The ladies dropping whatever they were doing or carrying to flee from the oncoming mass that screeched towards them.

 

The loader though had spent most of it's energy plowing through the door and with it's lift skids down the friction brought it's forward momentum to a halt just in front of one of the armatures. The loader's nose lightly tapping it, rocking it's frame in it's diagnostic booth before settling back on it's feet.

 

From on high Anika saw a figure emerge from the cabin. Obviously someone had thrown themselves into the foot well and......

 

'Wait..... Is that my Typhoon"!?!

 

Keat's emerged from the wreck of the cabin, lugging the Typhoon on his hip as he planted one foot on the ruined cabs shattered front windshield.

 

"Aye yah! That's 'ow we do things in Scotland! Yah Beauties"!!!



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...on the Citadel

Molly clutched her chest with her free hand and threw herself against a crate, panting rapidly.  The Armature she thought was coming to life was only moving because the construct had been bumped by the incoming, crashing loader.  As the techs streamed out of the warehouse, no one else posed a threat.  Keat's saw her and Hagen gave him a meek smile, before letting herself slide to the floor.  How many beats of her heart she'd just missed was impossible to tell, but anything more and Molly would have needed a defibrillator to get it started again.

"Hey, ya'all," Miss Priss greeted as she came around in sight of Molly and Keats.  "I knew you had a big gun, Sweetheart," she said to Keats, then looked down at Molly while pushing her hat up with her finger.  "What are you doing taking a rest while I dump all my block shavings from my gun?  Tell you, good work is hard to find these days."

Molly looked askance at the pink cowgirl.

Miss Priss smiled broadly.

 



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"Dammmit..." That was all Vayne could think to say as he looked down to the now deceased drell. It felt bad, seeing as how this drell was their priority from the start.

 

Essul was silent as he looked to the deceased drell, his eyes now glazed over and lifeless, "There was...very little we could have done. Let's close his eye, and see whatevers in this temple..." Essul said as he looked towards the relic.

 

"It'd better be worth it." Vayne grumbled, the bittersweet taste of their current streak of victory not sitting with the krogan.

 

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Machaera Fay'yar sat in the command center of is current base, the half shot-up office of the now very late Captain Narom, as he looked over the first of his dossiers. "So Talza...you believe this is the first one we should start with?" He asked as he looked up to his standing at attention engineer.

 

"I do, Commander Fay'yar. Her records indicate she'll be the least difficult to...attain, or locate. Persuading her to join us could prove easy, given her rather simple motivations." Talza said, feeling uneasy about the direction this conversation was taking. He was a simple engineer, not a hardened solider, not really at least. His talent was number crunching and occasional situation analysis, and when it came to doing so, this made the most sense.

 

"Ren'Danna Vas Nedas, Quarian suit-rat who got kicked out of her peoples wandering waste of outdated target practice. She makes recipies for drugs, and sells cybernetics that she probably makes from scraps like her people tend to do. And you think she's a good first candidate because?" Machaera asked curiously, looking to Talza with a glint in his cybernetic eyes as he watched his subordinate curiously. He wondered what he would do, or rather say, if he acted ignorant on the matter.

 

"Well, Sir. For starters, her alligence will be the easiest to obtain, a simple monetary incentive should be enough to recruit her...." Talza began, careful how he answered as to not make himself sound beligerant. Gods knew he didn't want to die for having a tone, "And her cybernetics work is some of the best on the black market. And having her on our side would fill the valuable role of medic, something any military organization needs, not to mention the rather...peculiar medical situation we find ourselves in." The cybernetics were a always unstable issue, sometimes they did nothing and sometimes they sent a spark of rage through hsi commander. Talza prayed today would be the former and not the later.

 

Machaera was silent as he stared into Talza's eyes, before he gave a nod, "Very good. Have a team assemble and prepare yourself to depart, no more then 5 or 6 should be needed..." He said simply as he set the dossier down, pleased with Talza's answer.

 

Talza blinked in surprise, "Sir? You want me to-"

 

"Oversee this operation and make sure negotiations go smoothly..." Machara interrupted as he locked his fingers together, a slow smirk building on his face, "That won't be a problem, will it?"

 

"N-No Sir! I'll get prepped right away, Sir!" Talza said as he left the office, running towards and out of the door as fast as he could to avoid his commanders wrath. Machaera simply smirked as he leaned back in his seat.

 

"This will make excellent field training for you Talza. And hands on experience is a must for my future second in commands to have." he said aloud and to no one, hoping Talza would prove a  wiser choice then his previous second in command. Machaera remembered the man fondly, he was a good fighter but had loose lips, especially back to Headquarters and his superiors. His "leak" as Machaera called it, cost him his eyes as punishment, and while he did enjoy the enhanced vision his cybernetic eyes offered, the pain of the sedative-less surgery wasn't something easily forgotten.

 

Last time he'd remembered the man, he'd sent his ex-second to Illium to gather intel on his pet project, and made sure to let slip a bit of info linking the batarian to all sorts of anti-drug operations, as a peace offering to the quarian along with a few hundred thousand in credits he'd pulled up from budget fudging.

 

"Wonder what happened to him?" Machaera asked aloud, curious how he did eventually meet his end.

 

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"Oh, so your finally awake, are you?" The digitized voice rang out in the dark enclosure that Lt. Tarragan Korsava found himself in, strapped to a table, with a female quarian standing over him and staring down at him intently, her features hidden beneath her armor, "I've been looking for you, Lt. Korsava. I hope you had a nice nap, a good chance to get your energy back after dear Argo got his hands on you."

 

Standing in the corner of the encloser, blue eye glowing in the darkness, was what looked like a Geth, half its head plates missing as Korsava looked towards it with wide eyes, "What do you think? Pretty creepy, huh?" She asked as she brought her gloved hand towards Korsava's face, brushing it along the side of his cheek, "Not that you could talk much, considering the number he did on your jaw and all...but don't worry about that. You won't need your jaw for this..." She said as she walked over towards a small tray, set up next to the operating table he was strapped to.

 

"I'm afraid today isn't going to be very fun for you, Lt. Korsava. You see, word on the street is that your not who you said you were. That your not some crocked officer looking for a nice mix of chems to have a good time. That your actually ex-narcotics, who happened to do a lot of cracking down during your time...lot of eclipse distribution networks getting hit. Ring any bells?" She asked as she reached down towards the table and brought up a very sharp looking surgical knife.

 

"Surely you've heard of those. Batarian narcotics officers posing as pirates as they slaughter anything in yellow and steal their drugs for themselves. You wouldn't happen to know about that, would you? Being an ex-field agent for the narcotics division of the hegemony and all..." She said as she brought the knife close to Kosava's head, as he shock his head vigorously, trying to say anything but only producing muffled groans and gurgles.

 

"Noooooooo, it wasn't you. It couldn't have been you..." She said, voice full of sarcasm as she dug the knife into his cheek, a small trickle of blood dripping down from the cheek, "Your just a petty office looking for a good time. That's why you were asking for me, by name..." She said as she walked back to her position standing over him at the head of his operating table, "I'm sure you know, but my names Ren'Danna Vas Nedas...I used to make drugs for the eclipse. And assholes like you, used to be the reason I got worked ragged by my employers to keep supplies up...that wasn't a very fun time for me, Tarragan...not a very fun time at all." She said as she drew the blade across his cheek fully, making a deep cut as she shock her head.

 

"You know, I'm not one for knives personally...a needles more my tool of speed. A nice syringe full of all kinds of chemical cocktails to test out...but, along with being a brilliant chemist, I'm also a skill cyber surgeon. Kinda a famous one at that, and familiar with all kinds of xeno-anatomy. I take out peoples broken parts, and put in new ones, better then ever." She said as she brought the blade of her knife into her hand, running a hand along the blade, getting some of Kosava's blood on her finger.

 

"Today though...I don't think I'm going to be putting in a modification, per say. No, for this job, I'm thinking of taking your session in a bit of a different direction. Something more visually striking then my usual work. There's still a lot of work to do, though. A lot of incisions to be made, your ears for example, have to go. Your tongue as well, though it's probably mostly useless now anyway. And of course your eyes..." She said as she brought the blade over his 4 optics, holding it inches above as he struggled against his bonds. "You see...I really don't like your eyes. Not at all...I'd replace them with some nice blue ones but sadly I'm all out of those...sooooo, I guess we'll just have to make due with...nothing." she said as she lifted the blade away, setting it aside as Kosava still struggled against his bonds.

 

"It's going to be quite the marathon procedure. I'll be lucky if I get it done before lunch...but I'll see what I can do. One things for certain though..." She said as she put her hand against his neck, and Kosava felt a sudden sharp pain as she injected him in his vein with a syringe she'd hidden behind his head, his eyes widening as he began to drift into unconsciousness.

 

"By the time I'm done with you...your going to be a whole new kind of person..."


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Iole pulled her HUD glasses to the top of her head so she could see the aftermath with her own eyes.  The chitinous creatures, or what remained of them, littered the ground.  As it was meant to, the Hellbringer chewed them up, and the carnage was grotesque.  It wasn't that she felt sorry for the creatures, for what they were going to do to the drell whose name she did not know was heinous enough.  It was that killing, even for a soldier, was a last resort.  Iole took no pleasure when it came to death, as much as she loved the guns themselves that did the work. 

Meanwhile, as Iole ejected the machine gun's thermal clip and replaced it, Jenus was staring over the body of the Collector being that she'd charged.  It was dead, but apparently that wasn't enough for Jenus, who took her Claymore, placed it against the creature's head, and blasted it into gore. 

For a moment, the anger in Iole almost had her make a comment, but she held herself back again.  At the very least, this was not the place to start yet another row with Jenus.  Your time will come, Iole predicted mentally, And we'll do more than talk.


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Eingana

 

Irina turned to Vayne and showed him the relic. It glowed brighter than before. She turned to the cliff side not more than 100 meters in front of them, and there was a large door made out of a material they had not seen before. The group approached. The other tribe began to emerge from the forest behind them. Mandu stayed next to Irina.

 

Naleena was recording everything with her omni-tool. “VERA, are you getting this?”

 

“Yes, Boss.”

 

“Analysis.”

 

“The material is unlike that of the Prothean ship armor, and unlike the Prothean artifacts,” VERA said. “This door is quite impenetrable with standard weaponry. It is made of material similar to that found on Sovereign.”

 

“That… does not bode well,” Naleena replied as they approached the door.

 

“Boss, each cycle used technology based upon that of the reapers. I said similar, not exact.” VERA corrected Naleena.

 

Irina scraped away the moss and other organic growth from the door. It was mirror-like underneath. There was a slot for the relic to go in.

 

“Well, here goes,” Irina said and inserted the relic as far as it would go.

 

The door opened and the air sealed for eons escaped along with the stench. Irina removed the key. It was pitch black inside, and the tribe had lit torches. There were steps going down and statues on either side that did not look like the tribe or the Collectors, but instead were more humanoid in appearance.

 

“VERA, analysis,” Naleena said as she entered.

 

“My files show that the statues are the same as the ones Dr. T’soni and Commander Shepard found on Ilos, Boss,” VERA said. “Ilos was a Prothean research facility built inside a ruin. The statues are Inusannon.”

 

“So the Protheans discovered this site, and it just so happens they found a key to it?” Naleena asked.

 

“As impossible as that sounds, yes.”

 

She gave the command to continue into the structure down the steps until it leveled out. They walked another 100 meters inside the mountain, and the path opened into a very large chamber. A control panel was in front of them.

 

“Sensors are reading a mass effect power source in your area, Boss. It has been deactivated,” VERA said over the local comm link.

 

“The relic must activate it locally, then,” Naleena replied.

 

“Give me the relic,” Faed said. “From what I’ve seen, this equipment is similar among most races. Perhaps it is similar between cycles? Who knows? I probably know better than anyone here. Frank, why don’t you stand nearby in case I get zapped? Ah, this looks like it might be the key.”

 

He inserted the relic and tapped the buttons directly above it. A tall object in the center of the chamber began to glow, then it shot four beams outward to four smaller golden objects, and the panel in front of Faed lit up, along with a display in a language that he did not understand.

 

“By the Ancestors!”



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"Neat..."

 

Frank leaned in for a better look at the display.

 

"Hm..."

 

He opened his omni-tool, and ran a program to translate.

 

"Nope. Nope. Nope. Uhhhhh..."

 

He tapped at his tool a few more times, as if he was on to something.

 

"I think I know what to do." Frank looked to Faed, and gave a reassuring nod.

 

He extended a finger and randomly selected something on the display. Nothing happened.

 

"Huh."

 

He shrugged, before poking at a few more settings.

 

"Just give it a second." He looked back to the others. "Somethin'll happen eventually."



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Dogger ran through the gap created by the loader just in time to see Keat’s yell out across the bay.

 

‘Great….. Another maverick’. Still, at least he’d reined it in till now and gotten the job done. Rounding a pile of fallen crates he saw the Asari in full retreat, falling back to the sides and back of the warehouse. It looked like they’d gotten a moment’s reprieve from any retaliation they might have had organised. As Coco and Arthur poked their heads through the gap in the door Dogger pointed to the Armatures.

 

“Shut them down! Whatever it takes! I don’t want any on our backs. Rest o you! Spread out and  push on through! Keep each other in sight! We caught em by surprise but we can’t let them regroup or we’ve had it”!

 

Keat’s grunted as he lugged the Typhoon. “Ah…. Should have taken somink lighter. Who the devil carries something like this”?

 

“Someone in power armour. Move”! Matching action to word, Dogger brought his rifle up and advanced. Behind him he heard the other two start shutting down the armature’s completely. Taking a moment he commed Anika.

 

“Hey girl. We crashed the party early. Sorry but you know how it is. Sweeping the lower floor now. Sure could do with hearing from yah cause I don’t exactly know the score”.

 

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Anika had breached the high rise and was inside when she heard Dogger’s voice come over her comm. She tapped her transmit to respond.

 

“Anika here….. Dogger when I say stay put I mean……! Ugh….. Never mind. Just keep doing what you’re doing but be careful. Those armature’s are radio controlled. I’m looking for the control room now. Keep the floor under control and I’ll see to keeping the tanks from waking up! Anika out”!



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Eingana - the temple

 

Irina turned to Vayne and showed him the relic. It glowed brighter than before. She turned to the cliff side not more than 100 meters in front of them, and there was a large door made out of a material they had not seen before. The group approached. The other tribe began to emerge from the forest behind them. Mandu stayed next to Irina.

 

Naleena was recording everything with her omni-tool. “VERA, are you getting this?”

 

“Yes, Boss.”

 

“Analysis.”

 

“The material is unlike that of the Prothean ship armor, and unlike the Prothean artifacts,” VERA said. “This door is quite impenetrable with standard weaponry. It is made of material similar to that found on Sovereign.”

 

“That… does not bode well,” Naleena replied as they approached the door.

 

“Boss, each cycle used technology based upon that of the reapers. I said similar, not exact.” VERA corrected Naleena.

 

Irina scraped away the moss and other organic growth from the door. It was mirror-like underneath. There was a slot for the relic to go in.

 

“Well, here goes,” Irina said and inserted the relic as far as it would go.

 

The door opened and the air sealed for eons escaped along with the stench. Irina removed the key. It was pitch black inside, and the tribe had lit torches. There were steps going down and statues on either side that did not look like the tribe or the Collectors, but instead were more humanoid in appearance.

 

“VERA, analysis,” Naleena said as she entered.

 

“My files show that the statues are the same as the ones Dr. T’soni and Commander Shepard found on Ilos, Boss,” VERA said. “Ilos was a Prothean research facility built inside a ruin. The statues are Inusannon.”

 

“So the Protheans discovered this site, and it just so happens they found a key to it?” Naleena asked.

 

“As impossible as that sounds, yes.”

 

She gave the command to continue into the structure down the steps until it leveled out. They walked another 100 meters inside the mountain, and the path opened into a very large chamber. A control panel was in front of them.

 

“Sensors are reading a mass effect power source in your area, Boss. It has been deactivated,” VERA said over the local comm link.

 

“The relic must activate it locally, then,” Naleena replied.

 

“Give me the relic,” Faed said. “From what I’ve seen, this equipment is similar among most races. Perhaps it is similar between cycles? Who knows? I probably know better than anyone here. Frank, why don’t you stand nearby in case I get zapped? Ah, this looks like it might be the key.”

 

He inserted the relic and tapped the buttons directly above it. A tall object in the center of the chamber began to glow, then it shot four beams outward to four smaller golden objects, and the panel in front of Faed lit up, along with a display in a language that he did not understand.

 

“By the Ancestors!”

 

“VERA what can you make of this?” Naleena asked.

 

“It is an archive, but it is not a Prothean archive. It is Inusannon. The interface, however, is Prothean,” VERA said over everyone’s comm channels. “Perhaps this is what the Thoi’han were after. The Inusannon had seeded this world with the archive and were protecting it. Eingana might have had potential to become home to a civilization if it were not for the eezo poisoning of the environment.”

 

“But how did the relic get to Kopis? What were the Collectors doing here?” Naleena said. “Are these tribespeople ones who were supposed to evolve?”

 

Faed scanned of one of the tribesmen. “VERA, analysis.”

 

“I can only provide general information from such a scan, Faed. Detailed information would need to be performed in the ship’s Medical Bay,” VERA said. “However, the scan does reveal the tribespeople possess a quad-strand DNA. There was only one species known to have possessed that, and they were the Protheans. It would be reasonable to conclude that the tribespeople are what are left of the Protheans.”

 

Faed had downloaded the universal translator from VERA onto his omni-tool and had been working on the terminal attached to the control panel. It was slow work, but he was figuring out simple algorithms at first, then entering more complex ones. It was as if he was being administered a test to see if he was ready to receive the knowledge within. He wrote a short complex program module and hit send.

 

A holographic figure of a Prothean appeared on the floor in front of the group. It stood there motionless and then it looked around at the group and spoke with a Jamaican accent. “Cycle terminus not yet reached. Krogan, Human, Turian, Quarian, Asari evolved…. Protheans devolved. This is a secret research facility. Why are you here?”

 

“We are tasked with finding out as much information about the Reapers and Prothean technology as we can,” Naleena said.

 

“For what purpose?” it asked.

 

“A Reaper invasion was thwarted two years ago,” Naleena said, “And recently we have been fighting what might be their servants, the Collectors.”

 

VERA spoke through Naleena’s omni-tool, completing her sentence. “… a quad-strand DNA race that had most of their internal organs replaced by technology.”

 

“They were members of my race taken by the Reapers indoctrinated and turned into their servants. The Reapers cloned them and over several generations they replaced internal organs with technology to make ‘improvements’,” it said, “I am called Vengeance. I was programmed with the personality of Researcher Arulen”

 

“What is this facility?” Faed asked.

 

“We discovered this facility during the reaper invasion. During one battle several of our dreadnought class vessels destroyed several reaper destroyers. Our technicians went aboard and took their IFFs and installed them on our dreadnoughts. This opened up mass relay travel to these vessels, and some of us found our way here. Where some worlds like the human homeworld have an ozone layer, this one has a layer containing unstable eezo. If you are here, your ship passed through it and no doubt suffered damage. Yet this layer offers an unusual amount of protection. A ship’s sensors cannot detect anything from orbit, and so it must descend through this layer. They will learn too late what is necessary to survive this and crash land on the planet.“

 

“Then how does a ship get through this without damage?” Naleena asked.

 

“Do not pass through using shields or mass effect drives.”

 

“So we should use chemical thrusters only?” she asked.

 

“That is correct, otherwise you will trigger a dangerous response from the planet. That was the fate of two of our dreadnoughts being pursued by these ‘Collectors’. We came here to hide. 10,000 of us were aboard the ships and only 3,000 survived.  Of the 3,000, there were 1,000 female. As you can see, warrior castes on their own do not always advance technology.

 

“When it was discovered that indoctrinated servants also crash-landed, the scientists locked the archive and fled. They did not want the Reapers to find out what was hidden here. We uplifted many races and may have saved some. Everything you need to know is in the archive. The technology herein is no different than what you already have.”

 

“How did the reapers not find you?” Naleena asked.

 

“The reapers do not possess chemical thrusters on their vessels. Only mass effect drives,” Vengeance replied.

 

Irina stepped forward. “Uh, this might sound stupid, but could you do anything to help us communicate with the tribe?”

 

“Why would you want to communicate with primitives?” Vengeance asked.

 

“Because Mandu was a help to us, and I want to say ‘thank you,’” Irina said. “And regardless of what you think of them, they have survived in this environment. And if there are more of them, maybe we could uplift them.”

 

“No. Do not uplift them. We have had our time,” Vengeance said. “I have been monitoring their communication. When you speak, your omni-tool will now translate.”

 

Irina turned to Mandu. “Thank you for your help.”

 

The elder stepped forward. “No. Thank you for helping my people.”

 

“Are there others? Other tribes?” Irina asked.

 

“Yes, our villages are scattered around. We will protect this temple.”

 

Faed was a bit puzzled. “It is simple enough. I remove the key from the terminal, the VI shuts down, then I lock the doors on the way out. And when we return we can power it up again with the key.”

 

“That is correct,” Vengeance replied.

 

“Then we need to get back to the ship. We have a lot of work to do,” Naleena said.



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...on the Citadel

“Why don’t you grab the rifle over there?” Molly suggested to Miss Priss, since she was out of ammo for her pink plated holdout pistol.  The Avenger assault rifle lay extended from the hands of the tech Hagen had shot last. 

Miss Priss casually sized up the rifle.  “I don’t know, not really a good shot with anything but a pistol.  Not my thing, if you know what I mean.”

“I don’t,” Hagen replied honestly.

Priss seemed to be humored by that and just kept smiling at the detective.

“All right,” Molly caved, “Here, take my pistol.  I’ll use the Avenger.”

“Marshal, you’re the first badge I met that I’d give a good name to, who wasn’t a client first.”  Miss Priss took the gun and spun it in her hand.  A bit heavy for my liking, but I’ve handled heavier things in my hands.”

“TMI, Miss Priss…”

“Don’t knock it ‘till you tried it.”

A flustered Detective Hagen was moving into the office block inside the spacious warehouse a few minutes later, the commandeered Avenger aimed before her.  She’d found one of the asari techs huddling just inside the door, hiding with no weapon, and promptly put one of her set of cuffs on her without issue.  Miss Priss was just behind Molly, watching her back. 

“I can take the lead if you want, Marshal.”

“Let’s just do it this way, all right?”

“Sure, poppet.”

For Molly, talking to Miss Priss was getting more and more like talking to an alien without a translator.  The two moved through the first floor of the office block, sweeping the place.  It was empty, from all appearances, and those who fled didn’t seem to have run into this building, or had gone much further in.  Molly hadn’t seen Anika yet, but had figured there needed to be someone in charge of the Armature operation.  It was a good guess that they’d be here, in addition to whatever other items of importance were held within the office block.

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Back onboard the Medusa, Amy Hayashi was beginning to feel a bit of her past sneaking up on her, a very specific part of her past, in fact.  She’d done it, fled her old life, and the freedom was exhilarating, even if she hadn’t had a chance to step off the Medusa and onto the Citadel.  The way things were going she wouldn’t have the chance either.  But it wasn’t being stuck on the ship at the moment that bothered her.  It was that nagging sensation that maybe someone would consider she was too valuable to let go of…

In another part of the ship, namely somewhere a gun was located, Babe was busy installing the new equipment.  Alone, this time.  She had her hands full, and was climbing on top of the rear capacitor.  Babe had a knack for staying clean even when doing dirty work, but she did have to don some leather thigh high working boots and a set of full arm gloves to get her work done.  She’d heard bits about the operation that the Captain had regarding the Citadel, and that loaders had been sent out to retrieve something important.  Duncan had slipped the news to her when Babe had to call the bridge to coordinate a local power shutdown.  Knowing there was action made Babe feel guilty somehow, like she should be doing something.  But Babe wasn’t a gunslinger, or a soldier really even, at least not like those who did it for as long as some of the people aboard had.  Avoiding the firearms lesson left a pang that she wished would go away, but Babe reminded herself what was entailed.  She patted the Medusa’s cannon beneath her.  “You’re my kind of thing,” Babe said to the gun, as if it understood her.

Morgan had suited up, in his new bland grey suit of armor.  He was sure Anika would be fine with whatever was going on, more than sure, but that didn’t mean help might not be needed.  And of the people left, Jess and he were the only people qualified enough for a response if something else was needed.  To himself, he hoped the operation would wrap up smoothly, so the Medusa could depart without further issue.  He’d thought about contacting the Janiri, simply to get a status report and then realized he hadn’t heard from the other ship in a while.



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"So these guys...they're protheans. Just really, really, unadvanced protheans..." Vayne said as he took in the information, one thing springing to mind as he looked to the others, "How many Hanar would ink themselves knowing we found a planet full of Enkindlers."

 

"This planets defenses make it a quite strategic location, even on standard military scale..." Essul commented, frowning as he did so. Looking to the local who they had helped, he softened up a bit as he gave a short bow of his head to the mandu, "It was an honor to help your village. May your people prosper in the years to come." He said as before making his way out of the temple.



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As they were leaving the archive, Faed turned to Vayne. "Not unadvanced. Devolved. You heard the VI. It seems like they had a strict caste system. Their warrior caste must have been in the majority and when the technology started to break down, they didn't know how to replicate it," Faed said while walking. "From what I've observed, the environment of this planet does not seem to be conducive to advanced technology."

 

Naleena listened to Essul's comment and thought for a moment as she climbed up the steps. "You might be right. We should have a base of operations... a secret base... and this planet could serve as one. We should discuss this as a full team. There's a lot of data in this archive we need to recover."

 

As they exited the archive the tribe took up positions in the former Collector village. It was now theirs. Mandu lingered behind for a moment.

 

Irina knelt down and drew in the dirt. "Mandu, if we're here, the waterfall is here and the bridge here, is there a way to this location (the ship) without crossing the canyon?"

 

Mandu cocked his head and nodded. "Yes, but you have to cross three creeks that come up to here," he said indicating waist high on himself. "And there are creatures... black with orange markings you should be careful of."

 

"Yes we saw some of them." Irina said.

 

"Follow the path over there," he pointed indicating one that followed along the cliff wall. "Take the first fork to the right and follow along the river. When it becomes two rivers, don't cross yet. Wait until the one you are following becomes two again. When you see a trail on the other side, cross there. I should stay with my people."

 

"Thank you, again, Mandu," Irina said.

 

"Alright, you know  the drill," Naleena said. "Same order as before, and this time we won't have to catapult Vayne over the canyon. Let's move out."

 

Irina had point and led the team down the trail.


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After the fork to the right and along the river bank that was being followed, Iole and Jenus had switched to rear guard. The bank started to fall away steeply, and the two commandos had decided to stay about five yards back, able to be seen by the group ahead, but back enough to anticipate trouble and give warning.

Jenus was actually last and as the path came close to the dropoff to the river, erosion caused a bit of the path to finally slip away as her foot caught the trail’s edge. If she’d been on familiar ground, Jenus’ excellent balance would have allowed her to recover. However, the small collapse was enough to catch her off guard, and in this case, Jenus ended up sliding down. That too wouldn’t’ have been enough if the collapse also didn’t expose a root which tripped her up, and down the foliage clumped slope she went.

The steep embankment was sloped, so the slide became a rough tumble, sure to leave some cuts and scrapes, but nothing serious. In regards to the distance, however, it was a good ten meters to the bottom where Jenus had disappeared out of sight.

“You all right down there?” Iole called out.

“Motherffff….., what the void?!”

“I said, are you all right?”

“Fine Goldie! Tied up in knots which I’m sure makes you happy. I’ll be up in a minute. Nobody needs to stop, tell them to keep going.”

“They can hear your screaming fine,” Iole said, barely holding back her laughter. “I’ll give you a hand.”

“No. Goldie I told you, get on with it. I will catch up.”

Vayne, Frank and Faed were closest to Iole who called over to them. “Just tell everyone to keep moving like the big Team Leader ordered. I’ll tie a rope and climb down to get her. She shouldn’t be alone no matter how much I’m sure she’d love to be.”

“You better not be coming down,” Jenus shouted up, half hearing what Iole said.

Iole rolled her eyes and started tying one of the ropes to a thick tree trunk.

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A couple of minutes later, Iole was lowering herself down the plant ridden and muddy slope. The others had gone on ahead as far as she could tell. Ten meters down through thick underbrush was substantial, and if she didn’t know she was so close to the trail, Iole realized she might as well be anywhere lost in the jungle. When she touched more level ground, down by the river’s edge, she saw Jenus trying to brush some mud off herself. Other than some cuts and scrapes, the Vanguard looked all right.

“Come on, genius,” Iole said to Jenus, “I’ve got a line. Let’s get back up there.”

“Didn’t I tell you to keep moving?”

Iole’s stare became hard, “You’ve been a real black souled horror today, Jenus, but I’m not about to leave you here alone. I came to help. Now before you…”

Jenus interrupted Iole, and stepped right up to her face. “You don’t know how to follow one Goddess be damned order do you?! What is your impairment Goldie? Did you need Mira to hold your hand for everything? I’m your Team Leader now. Your job is to do what I say!”

Stepping back for a moment, Iole was less frightened by Jenus and more by the rage overcoming her own self. “You went too far already, Jenus! Goddess have mercy on you, if you were a normal person I’d have torn the crest off your skull already and tossed it to the wildlife!”

A long stride forward and Jenus was back inside Iole’s personal space. “Oh really? Do you want to tell me more about how you would ever have the chance to do that to me before I broke you in half? What’s stopping you, Iole? You’ve got a mouth on you that’s racking up a lot of debt. You’ve got the funds to back that up, Goldie?”

Iole didn’t step back again. Her eyes were blazing.

“Can’t you answer a simple question? I asked what’s stopping you, Goldie? Is it my rank now? You know hitting a superior officer is a nice fast ride to the brig?” Jenus’ breath was hot and in Iole’s face. “You’re so f**king scared it makes me sick, Goldie! I’ll tell you what, I’m going to take my bars off and watch you stand there shaking in your boots…”

Jenus reached up to the rank bars fastened to her upper left shoulder and with her fingers, ripped them from her Commando leathers, leaving a slash that went down to her bare skin.

“There, Goldie, what are you going to…”

WHAM!

Iole had jerked her knee up hard, square into Jenus’ stomach, doubling her over.

That was a void of a mistake, *ssh*le!” Iole stood above Jenus. “Do you know how many biotic bullies I’ve had to teach a lesson to in my time?

Jenus heaved out a breath and said, “Biotics? I don’t need biotics to deal with you, Goldie.” Her left fist came up towards Iole, who blocked the obvious counterattack. But it was a fake for a hook that immediately followed, and caught Iole under the jaw. The blow sent her reeling backwards, barely able to stay on her feet. “That didn’t even hurt, Goldie! Why don’t you try ag…UGHHGGH!”

The golden-eyed asari shocked Jenus by interrupting her with an instant recovery and a solidly planted kick to the chest. Jenus went flying back into the mud along the river, and had to do a kippup to get her back on her feet in time to defend herself from Iole, who wasn’t letting up and came in swinging. Barely able to block her shots just in time, Jenus tried to fire back with some fists of her own, but Iole’s rage carried her on, ignoring the punches and pounding on Jenus. Finally, Jenus shoved Iole back enough to clear herself.

It was only for a second, however, as both asari came at each other again, this time each with the same sidekick coming into the flank. Jenus and Iole struck each other simultaneously with the same blow, with impact so great that they each fractured a rib on the other. Both rolled with the hit off to the side a bit and let out sharp gasps of pain.

“That’s as good as you’re going to get Goldie. You better stop now before I really hurt you.”

Iole knew where to dig with Jenus. “Did you learn to fight from your Volus father? I’m just getting started!”

Jenus clenched her teeth. “F**k you, Iole!

With a mocking smile, Iole said, “Oh, what happened? Am I throwing you off?”

This time, Jenus charged in without thought to what she was doing, carried by her own hatred. Iole was ready, but the contact between the two was without mercy. The series of close in punches, kicks, elbows and knees drove the two asari to even greater heights of brutality, neither one concerning themselves with defending their bodies more than they were determined to hurt each other. Soon they were locked together, seeking to grapple the other into submission. Both went down to the ground, with Jenus first coming up to sit over Iole and rain strikes into her head. Then Iole reversed their positions and returned the favor.

Jenus cleared Iole off, finally, with a solidly placed balled fist that distracted long enough for her to get up again. They faced off, staggering around each other for a moment, then both charged in again. The blows that came next were audible, and each screamed out in pain as they were hit with full force. It was a remorseless, uncivil, and animalistic fight that declined into pure emotion. Lacerations had opened up on their heads, causing bleeding and swelling that impaired their function, and yet they came on at each other, neither willing to back down.

“You want to kill me, Jenus?” Iole spat purple blood as she roared her question. “You want to prove how much of a leader you are by trying to put me in the ground?”

“You’re going to get someone killed anyway, Iole. Why should I let it be me or Tallis?”

Iole smashed Jenus across the jaw with her knuckles. “So you’re the murderer you always pretend to hate. Come on, you can’t even keep me down, and you’re supposed to be a f**king Vanguard. Such a sore excuse for one, let alone a Team Leader.”

Jenus made a guttural bellow, blood dripping from her own teeth, and leapt at Iole. The two were locked again briefly, before Iole’s boot caught a rock and she fell below Jenus. Iole reached up and put her hands around Jenus’ neck, and Jenus did the same to Iole. Both squeezed in with their fingers with the last of their strength, staring into each other’s eyes with pure loathing.

Precious time escaped with every breathless heartbeat. Iole and Jenus’ faces changed color. Their eyes welled up in pain and from lack of oxygen. Each made odd sounds as their strangulation took toll. There was a fleeting moment when Jenus and Iole wondered if the other would give up the struggle, or if even they would surrender themselves, before it was too late to turn back from a fight that could end up being to the death, but neither let go, afraid that the other wouldn’t stop. Their eyes became wide as an understanding came to be that one of them might very well not walk away again. And yet their fingers clenched even harder.

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The commandos were missing. That was not something that went unnoticed. This was now Naleena’s responsibility. She tapped Essul on the shoulder to follow her, and left Vayne in charge of the group. The two back tracked through the jungle on the path and saw where some ground had given way. Essul spotted the rope Iole had attached, and Naleena heard the two in a death struggle below.

 

She leaped over the edge about 10 meters and feather dropped to the river bank. Essul climbed down the rope. There was little time left. Neither Jenus nor Iole noticed the two new arrivals. Naleena hit the two of them with a biotic throw and approached. The impact broke the choke holds, and sent the two sprawling and tumbling on the rocky ground toward Essul. Their anger still seething they went at each other again. Essul grabbed Iole from behind and Naleena grabbed Jenus from behind and threw her to the ground and put her boot on her chest.

 

Jenus looked up at the Spectre at first with defiance. She did not like to be dominated, especially like that. But she saw Naleena’s aura glowing, and gave in.

 

I wish Mira were here now. Naleena thought.

 

Naleena’s aura faded. She removed her foot. “Get up!” she said, and looked over at Iole and pointed to a spot next to Jenus. Iole moved as quickly as she could to that spot. It was clear that the Spectre was angry.

 

Jenus slowly got to her feet, not out of disrespect, but out of exhaustion.

 

“The two of you have been at each other’s throats since the start of this mission. I tolerated it because of Mira, and that I thought the two of you would work through it like adults. Apparently I misjudged,” Naleena said while looking at both of them in the eyes. “This gross misconduct during a mission will not go without disciplinary action to be determined later. I am assuming direct control of the Commandos on my ship until further notice. Get your gear and fall in. Meanwhile on our way back, think of a good reason why I should not report this incident to regional Matriarch.”



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When Jenus stood up, it was evident that she was more than exhausted.  Her leg was bent slightly sideways at the knee.  Her suit was torn, exposing what were quickly becoming deep bruises and some open cuts.  And her face was a gruesome mess, with one eye swollen shut and the other half shut, with purple blood from a cut above her brow having poured into it.  Not to mention Iole's fingermarks leaving their mark on Jenus' exposed neck.  Bent over, before she grabbed her gear, Jenus pointed to herself with her hand and mouthed words which would not come out.  Momentarily frustrated, even in her state of half consciousness, she tried to say something to Naleena again, with only a rasp coming out.  But the mouthed words were clear to Naleena now.  Jenus was trying to say, "My fault."

Iole looked as bad as Jenus if not worse.  While both her eyes were at least semi open, a rock had gouged a cut in her temple that had sent blood down the side of her face.  Her lips were more swollen, and while she didn't have a wrongly bent knee, the bruises around her neck were much more severe, and one limply hanging arm had fingers that were involuntarily contracting into a twisted, frozen mass.  But in her own barely conscious condition, Iole saw what Jenus was trying to say and shook her head in protest.  Iole feebly waived one hand at Jenus to try and get her to stop, while using her cramping hand to motion to herself, as if to indicate Iole was arguing that she was responsible for what had happened, not Jenus.

Jenus looked over at Iole with her one eye that could see, confused perhaps, or just in wonderment.  A drop of blood and saliva dripped out of her mouth in a line.  Iole stepped forward with one foot, nearly stumbling, and breathed out in a shaking sob.  She looked like she was reaching out for a moment with some sort of compassion, or apologetically, but then a small surge of violet fluid exited her nostril.  Iole's eyes rolled up and she fell limp to the ground.

This time, Jenus was able to say somthing in horror, a whisper of a rasp.  "Oh s**t!" The Vanguard dropped down over Iole, ignoring her own suffering, and checking her to see what had happened.  Noticing Iole had stopped breathing, Jenus immediately started an attempted to resuscitate her.


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Essul had been silent through the exchange, though he didnt let his dissapproval of the commandos actions be evident on his face. He knew they'd probably come to blows, but not lkke this. Not enough to decommission the both of them, let alone almost kill eachother eith their own hands.

Such action shouldn't and wouldnt be toterated, and he was glad Naleena thought so to. He watched Iole, watched as she staggered in her movements, sluggish and bleeding, and he was ready to carry her back to the ship if need be. He hadnt noticed until it was to late though, but she had stopped breathing.

"Naleena!!!" Essul called out to get her attention as he rushed over, kneeling next to where jenus was as he reached for a piece of exposed wrist on Iole's arm, listening for a pulse and heart beat.It would make the difference between jerryrigging his submission net into a Defibrillator, or hopefully not having to make a inimprovised breathing tube to shove into Ioles throat.

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What's taking them so long? I'm bored as sh*t.

 

Frank's stomach rumbled.

 

And that too.

 

"Hey, big guy. I'm gonna head back and see what's up."

 

Vayne nodded in the affirmative.

 

"Here, Slick." He pulled the shotgun from his back, and handed it to Faed. "In case you need it."

 

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Frank neared the edge of the drop off where the sh*t had gone down.

 

Goddammit.

 

He found himself tumbling down, because of course he f**king did.

 

"I'm good." He gave a thumbs up, while still face-first in the mud. He slowly pushed himself from the ground.

 

Can't see sh*t...

 

"Everything okay down here?" He asked, while undoing his helmet. "We were startin' to..."

 

Frank let his helmet fall to the ground, and rushed to join the others.

 

"What the hell happened? Did she fall?" He asked, taking a knee next to Iole. He noticed the marks around her neck, and looked up at Jenus. She was looking pretty rough as well.

 

Of all f*cking places...

 

"Goddammit..." He muttered, looking back down at Iole.

 

 "VERA, we've got wounded. Requesting immediate extraction at this location." Frank opened his omni-tool, and pressed at an area on the map. "Tell doc to be ready."



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"Medi-gel! Fast!" Naleena shouted grabbing her med kit and looking puzzled at why these Commandos had such severe injuries. Medi-gel from the suit mods should have handled hand to hand combat. Then she noticed that the mod had become so severely damaged that it failed to deliver the medi-gel as needed to the injury sites.

 

"Essul, you tend to Jenus. I'll take care of Iole." Naleena pulled back Iole's eyelid. "VERA I'm scanning Iole. She appears to have internal injuries. If we don't...."

 

"That is beyond what your omni-tool can do, Boss. However, I can give you likely sites," VERA said. "Brain, spleen....,"

 

"Never mind."

 

"I don't need tending," Jenus said and tried to help Naleena.

 

"Essul, contact Irina and tell her to go back to the Collector village and gather materials to make a stretcher," Naleena said while checking Iole's vitals and opening Iole's commando leathers and palpating her. "Jenus, you want to help? Cut off a section of that vine. I need to tie off her arm to inject the Medi-gel. Damn, he BP seems to be dropping. Hurry!"

 

Jenus cut off a section of the vine and handed it to Naleena.

 

Naleena  tied off her left arm and injected a full syringe of Medi-gel directly into a major vein, untied it, then injected a second syringe directly into her abdominal cavity. "Don't you dare die on me. That's an order, Commando."

 

"Essul, watch Iole."



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"I am sorry Frank, Han Breizh has not completed repairs on the ship," VERA replied. "Sending the shuttle is not advised since they are not equipped with chemical thrusters."



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"Heart rates stabilizing, but she's going to need more medigel to keep the external wounds from killing her..." Essul said as he reached into one of his armors pouches, pulling out a syringe gun and medigel, "In case the medigel doesn't dull the pain enough..." He said as he got on his comms.

 

"Irina, This is Essul. Iole's been severely hurt, Jenus to. We're going to need supplies for a stretcher from the village. Circle back with the others, get them back here so we can help carry her..." He Ordered as he looked towards Iole and Jenus both, "And move it ASAP. Times not on our side here..." He said, knowing this wasn't good.

 

"What's going on?" Vayne asked as he looked towards Irina, getting worried at how long it was taking the Commandos, Naleena, Essul, and now Frank, to get back.



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"They don't need to leave the fuckin' atmosphere to pick us up, VERA." Frank looked up, and shrugged, as if she could see him. "Holo dude said the upper atmosphere is what gets ya, right? At least I thought he did."

 

Frank shook his head. He couldn't remember for sure.

 

"F*CK!"



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"Iole is down. Seriously injured, Vayne." Irina said. "I'm going back to the village to get materials to make a stretcher." Irina was the lightest equipped of all in the group. She ran through the jungle back to the village to gather the supplies.

 

Naleena turned her attention to Jenus and began treating her. There was nothing more anyone could do for Iole until Irina got her back with the stretcher.

 

"You stupid stupid commandos," Naleena said as she knelt next to Jenus, and began treating her wounds. The anger was gone from her voice. "It all started with the loss of Mira. I understand loss better than you know. You have a lot of fire in you, Jenus, and that's good, but if you want to be a leader you need to temper it, otherwise it comes across like a bully and I know you don't want that," she finished up the Medi-gel application. "Don't think this gets either of you out of anything, though. I have to see your suit cam recordings before I make a decision."



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About an hour and fifteen minutes later Irina returned with Mandu and a stretcher. The local tribes people helped her make one. She thanked Mandu again and gave him her combat knife as a gift. The young warrior beamed with joy and returned to his people.

 

"Don't look so worried, Vayne. I got a spare," Irina winked. "Why don't you, Faed and Arian follow the trail. Naleena and Essul will have to carry Iole along the river bank, and we'll meet up where the trail drops down to river level, that is unless we want to take the chance of hoisting Iole up 10 meters."



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Arian just let out a grunt to signal that he understood.

 

This whole mission was getting weirder every minute. From the commando's arguing earlier to the attack of the biotic bear, the native prothean creatures, the dead drell, the prothean research facility and now Iole being severely wounded. Arian would have preferred another attack of some more biotic beasts just to keep him busy. 

 

He had no idea what was going on between Iole and Jenus but he was wondering what kind of problem the two asari had that they hadn't been able to work through it. Arian was used to solving personal matters with other team members before the mission, not while being on unknown terrain and possibly surrounded by unknown threats like these biotic creatures. Or wild collector-prothean-whatever things.

 

With a look over at Faed and Vayne he said: "Let's keep moving."