Chapter 12: Digging and Racing
The Councilors
stayed with Shepard as he spoke to the VI known as Vigil, asking the
big questions about the Conduit and what had become of the Protheans
in the thousands of stasis pods surrounding us. As for Tali and me,
we were scanning those pods, looking for a needle in the world's
largest haystack with a tiny magnet.
“So let me get
this straight, Variza,” Tali opened, “you and I are sitting in a
perfectly preserved archive of stasis pods containing the remains of
the highly advanced Prothean Empire, and rather than listening to the
VI as to why, you're looking around for blueprints to a weapon?
Instead of trying to revive them for help?”
I stopped tapping on
my Omni-Tool for a moment to stroke my chin, “Yeah, that about sums
it up,” I replied.
Tali turned and gave
me a look. At least I think so. It's hard to tell with the helmet.
“Don't you think
that's a little narrow-minded?” she said, an eyebrow clearly raised
behind her visor.
“Well, the problem
is the Protheans here are basically lost. Right now, Shepard and the
Council are hearing straight from the VI in charge of this facility
that to keep things together it had to shut down vital life support
for the more disposable populace.” I shrugged, “In a way you
could consider this grave-robbing. Don't your people encourage
letting nothing go to waste while on the Migrant Fleet?”
Tali tilts her head
in contemplation. After a few moments she met my gaze again, “I
suppose you're right, Variza,” she started tapping several new tabs
on her Omni-Tool's holo display.
“What are you
doing?” I asked.
“Overclocking the
CPU while diverting processing power from the background functions in
the OS. Of course this means no extranet access but honestly I think
that's the least of our worries right now.”
I gave Tali an
honest thumbs-up. Quarians, with them if there's a will, there's a
way.
She moved her
glowing arm across the thousands of of pods strung throughout the
walls, allowing the glow of the scan to reach them. She shook her
head in frustration.
“Nothing,” she
quietly growled,
“Keep going, we
only have so much time before Shepard and the Council finish talking
to the VI.”
“Yeah, sure, keep
going on about looking for a blueprint while the stiffs talk to
another stiff. Makes me feel real helpful right now, blue.” Jack
hissed behind me, casually sitting on one of the Prothean pods that
were a few feet up.
“Oh I'm sorry,
Jack. Do you want a cookie for not killing us in that suicide drop?”
I chided, flashing her a venomous grin.
“I want something
to shoot or something to do.” she seethed.
“She does have a
point Variza. Technically she's the only one here not contributing.”
Tali chimed in after shaking her head on a second reading.
“What about
Garrus?” Jack asked.
“He's doing some
target practice on Saren's back guard of geth farther down using a
sniper nest he found. Making sure the numbers don't backtrack and
overwhelm us.” I responded.
There was the
distinct crack in the air, followed by high pitched squealing in the
distance reverberating down the halls,
“Three for three.”
Garrus muttered to himself, adjusting his sights.
“Oh sure, he gets
to do something fun,” Jack retorted.
“Do you know how
to scan an area of thousands of pods looking for the document of
something with only a vague understanding of Prothean language to go
on while using a simple Omni-Tool you have personally jailbreaked for
optimization?” Tali threw back.
Jack didn't say
anything, she just spat on the ground.
“That's what I
thought.”
I pinched the bridge
of my nose in stress and sighed, making my way towards Jack.
“If you really
need something to do, we need you to get back up top and get the
Kodiak shuttle down here.” I suggested.
“Oh sure, why
don't you ask me to boil some water and rip up some sheets while
you're at it,” she sneered, shooting me a cold stare. I just rolled
my eyes.
“Don't you find it
a little unnerving that after we chased him through this elevator
there aren't more geth trying to kill us?”
Jack looked away,
“It crossed my mind,” she admitted.
“Which is why
right now either they're up there blowing up our ride, or they have
something further down towards the Conduit that will blow us all to
gooey bits. Which is why we need a fast ship and a pilot who knows
how to navigate tight spaces.” I put emphasis on my last few words,
putting all of my flattery into them. Jack flashed my a toothy grin
in response.
“Gimme five
minutes, blue.” she replied fiercely, running back to the ancient
elevator and readying her pistol.
I leaned back
against one of the Prothean pods to catch my breath. Alright, I think
I got all my bases covered. Now I just need to wait for pay off...
and hope that Saren hasn't already started the end of the galaxy yet.
My heartbeat started
escalating and everything suddenly got ten degrees hotter. I
immediately closed my eyes started taking deep breaths.
Inhale, count to
seven. Exhale slowly, count to five. Repeat.
It was after about
my fifth breath that my heart stopped doing drum solos on my ribcage.
If I survive all of this; no, when I survive all of this, I am so
going to give Jump a piece of my mind.
It was after my
tenth breath that Shepard came by to with the Council to check up on
me and Tali. The councilors looked like someone just told them the
exact moment the world was going to end, quite appropriate on
reflection. As for Shepard, he was readying his rifle, his face
turning into a soldier's steely resolve.
“How goes the
search, Tali?” Shepard asked.
“Not exactly the
best. It would take at least a dozen other quarian scavengers at
least two weeks to scavenge this entire chamber to look for the
Crucible blueprints, if it was even here.” Tali sighed, giving her
Omni-Tool one last scan. “And according to what scans I was able
to get of this place, I've barely covered five percent of this
facility.” she added with a twinge of defeat.
“Whatever helps
narrow down the search team's findings Tali, my contacts at the STG
will appreciate it when they begin their expedition after all this.”
The salarian dalatrass interjected.
I tried to force a
smile from that comment. At least this wasn't a total loss.
“What about you,
Variza?” Shepard asked, apparently noticing how I was still shaking
a little.
“Oh you know just
unbelievable stress brought on by remembering the full scope of what
we're up against,” I chuckled nervously, “and I'm trying not to
have a heart attack.”
The asari councilor
gave me a quizzical look, “How long have you been a mercenary?”
“How long have you
been aware that we are a possible few short hours away from galaxy
wide annihilation?” I snapped back. The councilor stayed quiet, her
expression penitent.
“So what have you
got, Shepard?” I responded, desperately wanting to change the
subject.
“Everything I
need. An access card by Vigil that will grant me access to all
functions of the Citadel so we can shut down Saren calling in the
Reapers. Now we just need to get to the Conduit, and we need to get
there fast.”
As a response to
Shepard's demand for expedience, we all were greeted with the assault
on the ears that is metal and plastic moving at high speeds while
scraping against ancient stone masonry, followed by the strong hum of
the propulsion jets of the Kodiak shuttle. The shuttle doors flew
open as it hovered near us, with Jack in the pilot's seat yelling for
everyone to get in.
“So what exactly
is the Conduit and why were all these Protheans here again? I was a
little too busy looking for a superweapon blueprint to get the
primer.” Tali asked as best she could through the rocky ride Jack
was taking us on.
“Basically it was
an off switch for the Reapers pouring in through the Citadel and
breaking the Prothean empire. When they last came, they just poured
in en masse from their galactic center and destroyed the chain of
command, leaving everywhere else floundering with no leadership or
info as to what was going on.”
“Which explains
why Prothean records of the Reapers were so scarce. They were
learning during the extermination process.” The turian councilor
mused.
“Exactly. The
beacons we discovered were warnings, but got damaged over time, which
is why the info was fractured.”
“Which is why we
originally wrote them off as unreliable testimony in your trial
against Saren before.” The asari councilor said mostly to herself.
The shuttle lurched
hard on the left side, accompanying a thunderous ripping sound
outside.
“Sorry, following
these caverns is starting to get really tricky. Right angles are hard
to navigate when you have a time limit!” Jack barked.
“As for the
Prothean pods. Their scientists figured out how the Citadel was the
key to the Reapers arriving through dark space and spent the last few
weeks of their existence working on a device that would allow them to
travel across the galaxy back to the Citadel, and with the research
they gathered before about inner workings of the station, shut down
their way in. To buy the next generation of life, us, some more
precious time.”
“Hence, the
Conduit.” I interjected. Shepard pointed to me in approval.
“The problem was
they had to... wait out the Reapers' extermination of their empire
for them to follow through on their plan.” Shepard's tone became
noticeably grim with those final words.
“They had to go
into deep sleep and bide their time while their worlds burned around
them, all just to stop the next generation of the cycle from
happening. Well, that's ominous.” Garrus muttered introspectively
while checking his weapons.
“So why exactly
didn't we just stay at the Citadel and wait for Saren to come to us?”
Tali inquired.
“Because where the
Conduit drops you off is in a location locked off from the rest of
the populace. A sort of command center for the whole station”
Shepard responded.
That's... different.
Originally the exit point of the cosmic shortcut was back at a
seemingly innocuous model of a mass relay back in the Citadel's
presidium. Come to think of it, that was a little too convenient....
“And if Saren
makes his way there... he can manually shut off what the Protheans
did!” Tali exclaimed in shock.
“Which is exactly
why I'm trying to get us there without getting crushed like a can of
sardines.” Jack exclaimed.
“That still raises
the big question, Shepard? Why did you decide to bring us along?”
The asari councilor asked.
“Short answer, if
you stayed at the Citadel, you would have all died and the galaxy
would be without leadership at its most desperate hour.” Shepard
responded.
“Long answer, even
if you did survive there would still be no way in hell you would
believe half of this unless we showed you directly, and I'm
completely sick and tired of dealing with cosmic red tape to get the
job done. So we thought, let's shove the truth in your faces so we
can all get on the same page faster.” I chimed in, trying my best
to keep my forked tongue in check.
The councilors gave
me a mixed reaction of shock, indignation and anger. Hey, I said I
tried.
“Alright! I got
some good news and bad news assholes! The good news is I think I
found the Conduit!” Jack called out, exclaiming over explosions and
the screeches of ripping metal.
“Big, circular and
has a giant blue beam coming out of it?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
“That's it!”
“Great, that's the
good news! The bad news is there are about six dozen geth colossi and
primes surrounding it and they all have target locks on us!”
Before I could even
think about how suicidal it was I spoke up, “Full speed Jack!
Everyone else buckle in!”
“Are you crazy!?”
Tali shouted.
“Even if we
survive the rocket assault, we're basically taking a nosedive at high
speeds into a faster-than-light gateway with a sudden stop at the
end! That's going to get us killed!”
“Not unless I do
this right.” I replied, shaking out my hands and preparing to
concentrate.
“Biotics, Variza?
Even if you were accomplished, the best case scenario is we don't die
nearly as fast.” The dalatrass mentioned.
“Jack, rig the
yoke and thrusters for a determined course with the gateway and join
us in the back, I'll need your help.” I said tersely, ignoring the
dalatrass' worries.
“You got it!”
Jack replied eagerly, undoing her crash webbing.
“This is madness!
A few broken bones will leave us as sitting ducks!” The turian
councilor complained, clearly doing the math in his head as to how
much mass, velocity, and kinetic force would have to be directed for
this madness to work.
I then turned to the
asari councilor and gave her a look, begging for solidarity. She
sighed and started concentrating.
“Hold on to
something everyone! Gateway is coming in hot!” Shepard yelled!
The last few moments
were unreasonable chaos. Jack, the councilor, and I threw up kinetic
force barriers, calling upon all of our mastery of the mass effect
fields. A forcefield around the shuttle itself, that was Jack's job,
to mitigate the force from the impending crash. A second barrier
inside the shuttle made by yours truly to prevent the inside from
crumpling like a tin can under air pressure, and a third barrier made
by the councilor around us specifically to help stop any remaining
force that the other two barriers couldn't assuage. Missiles and
charged energy blasts rained down on the ship, hammering the barrier
Jack threw up, striking the vessel with the force of several
consecutive lightning strikes. She managed to hold it together but
only just.
Then the shuttle
made it through the gateway, and within seconds we were launched
across the galaxy at FTL speeds. We still had to maintain the
barriers because we had no real ETA about when we would be coming out
the other side.
After what felt like
an eternity of anticipation and fear, the shuttle flew out the other
side of the gateway and hit the metal floor of the citadel like a
meteorite. From here, my entire body was a maelstrom of fire and
suffering. I let out a torturous scream, joined in a frightful unison
by Jack and the councilor. I swear to god at one point I thought my
hands were starting to burn right to the bone. Those screams were
quickly drowned out the overwhelming force and fury of being trapped
in what could easily become a metal tomb at any second.
A second eternity
later and everything stopped. The barriers were dropped, and Jack and
I fell back into our seats, my body feeling like lead. I ventured to
look around.
The shuttle was
upright at least but the windows were all shattered. The control
console and the pilot seat were shredded and skewered to no end, and
the engines had crumpled into a lot of expensive scrap. The shuttle
doors were ripped open, and the entire frame was warped to a
disturbingly oblong angle.
“Alright, roll
call. Whose still alive?” Garrus broke the silence.
A collection of
groans was his answer.
“Any broken
limbs?” Shepard asked?
“None that I can
tell.” Jack responded.
“My suit appears
to still be together.” Tali said, breathing a sigh of relief.
“Alright... now we
just have to stop Saren from pushing the big red button and killing
us all.” I derided, trying to stand upright, readying my pistol.
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