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Imperial Glory Chapter Seventeen: Frozen Secrets - Engagement.

'These indicate normal thoughts'
This means an AI construct communicating.
'This means telepathic communication.'
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INF Normandy, Strenuus System. May 7th, 2193. 0655 Hours.

"Relay cleared. All ships still in formation." Normandy announced.

"Oh my." Pressly stated.

John looked at the Galaxy Map. There was a very large Geth fleet tangling with the assembled Imperial Tenth and attending forces.

"You might want to strap in for this." He told Natalya and Tsu'Tey.

"Engage ICS and stealth systems. Have the Iwo Jima follow our lead." He ordered.

The ICS engaged, the crew's Neural Nets synching, sensor and tactical data streaming into John's mind.

'Iwo Jima acknowledges, they are in formation.' Normandy informed.

The three SuperDreadnoughts were engaging a full battle line of 9 Geth Dreadnoughts, ripping through them with gauss and beam fire. Another battle line of Geth Dreadnoughts were attempting to pin down the SuperCarriers, but were being kept at bay with missile and beam fire.

The entire system was on fire. Thousands of ships, tens of thousands of strike craft, missiles, torpedoes, beams, plasma, gauss, pulse and M/A projectiles streaked across space. The Geth had over 2-1 numerical superiority.

John wondered for a moment how the hell they snuck this large a fleet in, then thought better of the situation, 'With those Dreads on them, the SuperCarriers can't launch more strike craft, move to assist. Lock in for a torpedo run, target their weak spot.' He ordered.

'Locked in on targets. Multiple torpedo drop, disbursement range set at 15000, 10000, 5000 yards. TTT is 140 seconds. Iwo Jima acknowledges, they are also making a run.' Normandy announced.

John watched as a group of Geth Frigates broke formation, moving into their path, and were cut down by beam fire from the Everglades. Suddenly there was a huge explosion, 3 of the Geth Dreadnoughts being engaged by the SuperDreadnoughts went alight in a single wave of fire.

A transmission came over the fleet wide, "Everglades, this is Fleet Admiral Stevens, have your battlegroup hold position. The Geth are taking heavy losses and will flee soon, guard the relay. You're the anvil and we're the hammer."

"This is Admiral Walker, we acknowledge. Skirmishers are already joining the fight however." The Admiral replied.

"That's fine, skirmishers, see if you can take the pressure off the Arroyo and the Rhine." Stevens ordered.

"This is Commander Shepard of the Normandy, my pack acknowledges Fleet Admiral, we are making a torpedo run on the battle line now." John informed.

"Acknowledged Commander, give them hell. Stevens out." The channel closed.

Seconds ticked by as the Frigates closed, the battle was shifting, the Geth throwing Cruiser Squadrons and Frigate Packs against the SuperDreads, trying to take the pressure off their own Dreadnoughts.

Geth vessels were being destroyed in droves. Imperial Squadrons dodged and weaved, strike craft delivering crippling ordnance to the enemy capital ships, Battlecruisers and Cruiser squadrons strafing the enemy formations.

"This is the INSC Arroyo, code 5, ordering all hands. Repeat, INSC Arroyo, code 5, shields are out, hangar deck has been penetrated. We are going down." Came over the comms.

'First disbursement range in 4. Torpedoes away, torpedoes 1 and 2 going hot.' Normandy announced.

The first salvo locked in, streaking toward the engine pods of a Geth Dreadnought. The next two salvos did the same as they were dropped. First one, then a second Dreadnought went down. The third was moving, and took the torpedoes broadside, a grave wound, but not enough to take the ship out.

'Line up for a second pass.' John ordered.

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INF Iwo Jima, Strenuus System.

'All torpedoes away, torpedoes are locked and hot.' Iwo Jima announced.

The comms opened, "This is the INSC Arroyo, code 5, ordering all hands. Repeat, INSC Arroyo, code 5, shields are out, hangar deck has been penetrated. We are going down."

'Bring us around, lock in for a run on the engine pods of the outlying Dreadnought.' Aaron ordered.

He watched as the torpedoes hit the three Geth Dreadnoughts they had targeted, the vessels exploding with great force.

'That leaves 4 Dreadnoughts. One damaged. We're not going to be able to save the Arroyo.' Aaron thought.

The Arroyo turned, facing the attacking Dreadnoughts. Missiles and beam projectors fired and fired against the enemy, while the remaining hangar door opened, the remaining craft launching as fast as possible. Gunboats, shuttles and strike craft streamed out of the mother ship, as it gave it's all.

'Torpedoes away. Torpedoes going hot. Impact in 4, making evasive.' Iwo Jima informed.

The torpedoes sped into the engine pods of the Dreadnought, detonating after penetrating the hull. The ship went up in a wave of secondary explosions.

Aaron sifted through the data, the Normandy had taken down another as well. 2 Geth dreadnoughts were left from the battle line.

'Normandy is requesting we make a cannon run on the Dreadnought the Arroyo is engaging.' Iwo Jima announced.

'Lock in a vector. Let's take that thing down.' Aaron replied.

The Iwo Jima flipped, speeding toward the damaged Dreadnought. The enemy was expecting that however, throwing up M/A and pulse fire as a flak barrier.

Iwo Jima and her crew were no strangers to this however, expertly dodging or absorbing the enemy fire. Closing into cannon range quickly, they sent lances of energy into the vulnerable engine pods, igniting chain reactions through the large vessel. More beam and missile fire poured into it from the still living Arroyo, sealing the Dreadnought's fate.

Aaron saw that the Normandy had finished her own attack run, the final Dreadnought was destroyed, split into a dozen pieces drifting through space.

"All forces, this is Fleet Admiral Stevens, Geth fleet is breaking off, I say again, Geth fleet is breaking engagement. They are fleeing toward the Relay. Don't let a single one of those bastards leave this system. Onward!" The Fleet Admiral ordered.

The Arroyo was drifting, and was making an emergency shutdown of it's reactors, but almost impossibly was still alive. 'They're going to need a lot of time in drydock after that though.' Aaron thought.

'Reenter formation with the Normandy, let's hit the cowards in the rear.' Aaron ordered.

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INF Normandy.

'FCST's moving to the Arroyo, Gunboats providing cover.' Normandy announced.

'We pulled off some damn fine work back there. Let's hit the retreating Geth.' John ordered.

'Iwo Jima has entered formation. TTT is 27 seconds. Lining up for cannon attack.' Normandy informed.

The pair of Frigates moved through space in synch, their movements matched, their crews, AI, and equipment working together effortlessly to form a perfectly balanced fighting machine. The ships parted as they neared a Geth Cruiser squadron, Normandy hitting the rear and Iwo Jima attacking the front. Energy cannons roared, the lances of fire slicing through the Geth hulls, crippling several of the Cruisers in a single pass.

'Reform, continue strafing attacks.' John ordered.

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INSD 'Truth'.

Fleet Admiral Lionel Stevens looked over the battle. It was turning into a slaughter.

The Geth numbers were severely depleted, and now they were boxed in. The Everglades' battlegroup was in a complete reinforced defensive line, already bombarding the incoming enemies with beam and missile fire, while the Tenth Fleet was herding them, Battlecruiser squadrons harassing the outlying vessels while his SuperDreadnoughts were moving in formation, firing round after round from their gauss cannons into the rear of the fleeing forces.

The huge projectiles vaporized anything they hit that was smaller than a Cruiser. Kinetic Barriers were suggestions, not defenses. They were firing a mixture of impact and proximity shells, cutting through entire squadrons in close formation.

The Geth didn't back down, concentrating their forces and making for a final assault on the 4th Battlegroup, the five remaining Dreadnoughts leading the charge.

He rose, walking to the tactical station, "And so it comes down to this. I wonder if their lives flash before their eyes." He mused.

"The 8th Squadron is requesting permission to break formation and target the Dreadnoughts." Truth announced.

The Admiral was silent for a moment, looking at the displays.

"Permission granted. Order all vessels to commence final attack. Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war." He ordered.

"Orders relayed. Projected engagement time is 14 minutes. The Geth are down to 1259 vessels." Truth informed.

"I wonder if here, at the end, they can finally understand." Stevens said.

"They don't immediately kneel and beg for the chance to serve. I doubt they are capable of understanding."Truth commented.

Stevens walked back to his command chair, "I suppose not. Tactical Officer, weapons free. Kill them all."

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INF Normandy.

John closed his eyes, processing the data as it came in. It was a massacre now, little need for him to actively direct the pack. The Geth had no hope of surviving this, not even the chance of inflicting decent damage on the Imperial ships. The tide had turned.

"This is for Mindoir, and Quaria, and Camala, and Feros, and Eden Prime. Take it you bastards." John said.

"This is a massacre." Tsu'Tey stated, wide eyed.

"Yes it is. It feels good." John replied.

The bridge speakers activated, Normandy speaking, "With righteous fire and holy fury we servants of Terra shall cleanse the ungrateful, the unjust, and the alien from our sight. So it is written."

"And so it shall be. Enjoying yourself Normandy?" He asked.

"Yes." The AI replied simply.

John smiled, "Good. Blood for blood. Let's finish this."

Within half an hour the field was clear of enemies. Debris from Geth and Imperial alike was scattered throughout the system, and would feed salvagers for years to come.

The comm activated, "This is Fleet Admiral Stevens, victory is ours."

"Disengage ICS." John ordered over the cheers of the bridge crew.

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INF Normandy, Strenuus System. 1015 Hours.

"Docking clamps secured. FCST 'Carville' is transferring munitions." Normandy announced.

"Good. I'll be in the comm room." John replied.

Tsu'Tey and Natalya followed him as he walked into the comm room, moving over to the terminal.

"Open a channel to Fleet Admiral Stevens." He ordered.

The vidscreen activated, showing the bridge of the 'Truth'.

"Lord Shepard, now I know why you have a reputation for exquisite timing. How is your pack?" Stevens greeted.

"We're fine Admiral. How's the Arroyo?" John asked.

"Captain Thompson is stirred, but not shaken." The Admiral grinned at his own joke, continuing, "They're in for several months in dry dock but the ship is salvageable, thanks to your and Lord Everett's actions. We're having to set back the attack date however, the final two IAB's still aren't here, and we need time to make repairs."

"Commander, sorry to interrupt, but there is an incoming transmission from the IAB 'Terra's Fury'." Normandy announced.

"Put it through, split screen." John ordered.

The feed resized, another vidlink coming through on the left side. A tall imperious looking Terran man was standing in what looked like a vehicle bay, Oliphants and Hammerheads being repaired or inspected all through the area behind him. He was scarred, pale, and instantly recognizable.

Both Stevens and Shepard instinctively snapped off a salute, "Field Marshall." John greeted.

The man chuckled deeply, "At ease, Spectres don't salute. We're holding a briefing on the Terra's Fury at 1300, your presence is required Shepard. I'd like you and your squads input on the assault plan."

"We'll head over as soon as we finish restocking our munitions Field Marshall." John replied.

"Hold you to that Shepard. See you then, Terra's Fury out." He stated as the feed shut off.

"I'll let you get ready for the briefing Shepard. Stevens out." The Admiral said as the channel closed.

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IAB 'Terra's Fury', 1250 Hours.

"You ever met the Field Marshall, Aaron?" John asked as they walked.

Aaron nodded, "Once, during the drop simulation on Vermosa. My Force Recon unit was called in after the Pathfinders dropped the ball. He's a.. character."

"How so?" John inquired.

"Let's just say he's eccentric and leave it at that. He knows his operations though. There isn't a better ground tactician in the Empire." Aaron said.

"I know his reputation." John replied.

"It's well earned. He can pull a winning attack out of a hat on a whim." Aaron stated.

"There's the briefing room." Tali said, pointing to a door ahead guarded by several Imperial Lancers.

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Briefing Room, IAB 'Terra's Fury'.

The briefing room was huge, even larger than the one on the 'Everglades'. John wondered for a moment if it doubled as a mess hall.

The table was large, triangular, with spaces at each point for several seats. Field Marshall Avante-Gotha was standing at the heading, a Half-Krogan in Force Recon uniform to his left, and an Imperial Lancer in Colonel's uniform to his right.

There were half a dozen more figures around the table in the uniforms of a General or Colonel, and a Commodore or two. Dozens more in various Imperial or Auxilia uniforms were standing along the edges of the room.

"Spectres Shepard and Everett, take a seat." Avante-Gotha ordered, gesturing to a side of the table that had apparently been reserved for them.

As they sat John hooked into the open datalink, reviewing the forces that made up the assault force. The list was extensive: 3 different Marine Combat Brigades, the entirety of the Imperial First Army Corps, two full Marine Aerospace Assault Wings providing support, Krogan, Quarian, Batarian and Asari Auxiliary Ground Forces, a Marine Force Recon Detachment and a regiment of Army Lancers filled out the list.

'Impressive selection.' Wilco commented.

"I'm going to go ahead and assume you've all reviewed the force composition, and have not wasted my time." The Field Marshall began, waving a hand and bringing up a representation of Noveria on the holoprojector, "This is Noveria. It has two claims to fame: It is the independent corporate capital, and it is also very, very, cold."

"Thermal layer cold, or stay inside your vehicle huddled around the generator coils cold?" Aaron asked.

"The latter. Average temperature in the daylight is -30 Imperial Standard, lows are around -75." The Field Marshall explained.

"Don't worry groundpounders, we'll be bringing enough plasma and infernium munitions to raise the global average up for years to come." General Corso of the 10th Marine Aerospace Assault Wing stated.

"And now we've heard from the thumpers." Colonel Samson commented.

The Field Marshall moved his hand, several structures in orbit around Noveria became highlighted in red, "These are the so-called 'Noveria Battlestations', relatively primitive contraptions, fielding antimatter armed missiles. They're designed to be used to purge any of the labs that get out of control, but they are capable of being used against space forces. As I said however, they are primitive contraptions." He waved his hand again, representations of several INSDs came into view, and the battlestations went dark one by one.

'He prefers theatrics like this. Like I said, he's a bit eccentric.' Aaron thought to John.

Avante-Gotha continued, "Once the defense stations are destroyed, we will broadcast our intentions to take the world. They will of course, not bother attempting to surrender. Then we will procure a landing site."

An area on Noveria was highlighted then, "This is Port Hanshan, the only decent sized spaceport on Noveria." He waved his hand again, the SuperDreadnoughts firing on the port, clearing a sizable area of obstructions, "This will be our landing zone. Port Hanshan and everything in a 50 mile radius will be flattened, more than enough room to land the IABs and IMAs."

"We have to find Matriarch Benezia, what if she's in Hanshan?" John asked.

"She's not. She left Port Hanshan days ago heading to a remote lab complex, we don't know which one yet however. That is where Colonel Avante-Gotha comes in." The Field Marshall explained, gesturing for the Krogan hybrid beside him to stand.

Alan Avante-Gotha stood, speaking in perfect drawling Terran, "We have someone on the inside, an agent in Meesica, the Noverian Capital. My squad will infiltrate the city while the landing commences. Our objective is to confirm the location of the Matriarch, and if possible rescue our agent. Once we transmit the data, your squads will know better how to proceed."

"If possible?" Aaron asked.

"You're Force Recon, you know how it works. Extraction is a secondary objective, both for my team and the agent. Primary is to get you the information you need." Colonel Avante-Gotha explained.

The Field Marshall cleared his throat, "Thank you son. Once we're on the ground we will begin commencing full operations against Cerberus and Corporate targets. Remember: The priority of this mission is to support Spectres Shepard and Everett. Their objective comes first."

John took that as his cue, standing, "Thank you Field Marshall. Finding and interrogating Matriarch Benezia will allow us to blow Saren's operations wide open. We've been able to keep up with the Reapers so far, now we might have the chance to get a step ahead of them. This is critical to the survival of the Empire."

An Asari Auxilia Colonel spoke, "Do we believe that Cerberus is working with Saren?"

"I think it's almost a certainty after the Geth attack earlier. The bastards will ally with anyone or anything that might hurt us." John replied.

"They might try to hurt us, but we will kill them. Any other questions?" The Field Marshall asked.

"Do we get hazard pay, or just assault wages?" One of the Lancers in the crowd asked.

"Depends on if you actually shoot anything this time Janowski." The Lancer Colonel at the table retorted.

"That's everything. Updated ETA will be made available as soon as we get word from the incoming convoys. Dismissed." The Field Marshall ordered.

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Officer's Saloon, IAB 'Terra's Fury'. 1445 Hours.

The saloon was empty this time of day. John and Aaron's squads were sequestered over several tables, imbibing their drink of choice.

"A saloon. And the Army wonders why we do most of the heavy lifting." Aaron commented as he sat.

"It's not a good idea to insult them when we're sitting in their bar, drinking their whiskey." John stated.

"I suppose." Aaron conceded.

Shiala spoke, "I've always found it interesting that Humans have such distinct military services."

"Different branches do different things. The Marine Corps pulls most of the weight around the Empire, from long-term assignments to reaction duty. If you absolutely, positively have to take a planet though, call in the Imperial Army." Jenkins said.

Tali nodded, "Nothing works like Imperial boots on the ground. All the bombs and missiles in the 'verse won't help you if you actually want to use the world afterwards."

"How's Tsu'Tey settling in?" Aaron asked.

"She's doing fine. Liara?" John replied.

"Corporal T'Soni is settling in well." Aaron answered.

"Good." John said, taking another sip of his drink.

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"Explain this one more time." Neytiri asked.

"Here we go." Rev'Lar said.

"We Asari are genderless, and can reproduce an offspring with any species as the 'father'." Liara explained.

Neytiri was still puzzled, "Reproduce one of your own species, after mating with another species?"

"That is an accurate description." Liara said.

"I fail to understand the point." Neytiri stated.

"Asari believe that the 'father' species provides certain traits to the offspring, even though no genetic material is exchanged, there is absolutely no difference between the offspring of Asari/Non-Asari and Asari/Asari couplings, and Imperial Geneticists have proven that no genetic information is actually copied during the 'meld' as they call it. It's pure superstition." Rev'Lar said disdainfully.

"I see. I still don't understand the point." Neytiri reiterated.

"That makes two of us." Rev'Lar stated, pouring himself another tumbler of Caeriya.

"Asari believe that all life is connected on some level. Sharing ourselves through the 'link' and the 'meld' is part of that." Liara said.

"Which is coincidentally why they follow Humanity. After the war they figured out that the Empire was the best chance of realizing that dream. Too bad they didn't figure it out beforehand, could have saved us all a bit of trouble." Rev'Lar commented.

Liara looked at him, "You don't like Asari." It wasn't a question.

"Not a damn bit. Your kind had the chance to switch sides before the end of the war, instead you waited until you had no choice. Alot of people died because of that. Weaseling your way into the favor of your conquerors isn't a brave act, and it sure as hell wasn't enough to atone for what you did, or didn't do." Rev'Lar stated.

"We objected to the suspension of the Citadel Conventions, we protested the bombing of worlds. We were the ones that surrendered the Citadel." Liara countered.

Neytiri and Aytucan were looking back and forth between Liara and Rev'Lar, they knew this was about to get ugly.

"But not enough to actually do something about it, did you? No, instead you hid behind the Turians and Salarians, cowering, huddled with a ridiculous and malleable morality while those of us who truly realized Humanity was right bled and died beside our brothers." Rev'Lar spat.

"Rev'Lar.." Neytiri warned.

Liara was incensed, "You have no reason to speak to me like that. I didn't fight in the war, I've never taken up arms against Humanity. We Asari are loyal now, as loyal as any of the Imperial Races."

Rev'Lar snarled, leaning over the table, "Oh really? I'd like to ask Benezia her opinion on that!"

Liara shot up herself, her biotics flaring with anger.

'This will not end well.' Neytiri thought.

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"So John, the plan calls for us to remain in orbit until we get the location of Benezia and then hot drop on her location. Care for a wager?" Aaron asked.

John was curious, "I'm always up for a gamble. What are you thinking?"

"40,000 Thalers says my squad will reach the Matriarch first. Double the bet if we're the ones to interrogate and kill her." He explained.

"You're on." John replied, extending his hand.

Aaron smiled, shaking the proffered hand, "Good."

'Aaron, trouble.' Neytiri thought over their connection.

He looked over at her, "Oh frak."

John turned, looking over at the table where Liara, Neytiri, Aytucan and Rev'Lar were sitting, "What the hell?"

They both jumped up in an instant, moving over to the other table. Liara was charging her biotics, while Rev'Lar had a dagger unsheathed and in his hand.

John stasised them both as the pair walked up.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Aaron demanded.

"We were discussing the finer points of Asari biology, one thing led to another, and Rev'Lar made a comment about Matriarch Benezia. That is when things escalated." Neytiri explained.

"I see." Aaron said.

John shook his head, releasing the stasis field on both of them..

"What the hell were you two thinking?" He asked.

"I am sorry, I allowed my emotions to get the better of me. I should not have charged my biotics." Liara said.

"You're damn right, you shouldn't have. Rev'Lar shouldn't be provoking you either. Akwey!" Aaron called.

As the Na'vi walked up, Aaron turned back toward Rev'Lar and Liara, "Aytucan, Akwey, escort them back to the Iwo Jima and lock them in their quarters. I'll deal with them later." He ordered.

The warriors led the two out of the room.

"What exactly happened?" John inquired.

Aaron sighed, "I should have thought about this, Rev'Lar doesn't like Asari. His brother was killed by an Asari merc during a tour with the Quarian Auxilia."

"Is this going to be a problem?" John asked.

"Not your problem John, they're both in my squad. I'll handle it." Aaron replied.

John walked up to the man, "Liara is my friend, not just my subordinate. If this is going to be a problem I want to know about it." He said gently.

Aaron nodded, "I understand. But they're my people, I'll take care of it."

John nodded, "Just making sure Aaron. Squad, let's head back to the Normandy."

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Ship's Armory, INF Normandy, 1735 Hours.

John ducked, dodging Gruna's swing effortlessly, moving back, "Are you even trying?"

She snarled, spinning around for a kick, as her foot came around he pivoted, grabbing her leg and twisting, pulling her off her feet and down to the floor mat.

"You're way out of shape, and you've forgotten the basic moves." He stated.

"I've been eating Terminus 'food' for years, it's a wonder I'm still alive." She retorted.

He walked over to one of the tables, tossing her uniform jacket to her, "Why don't you head down to the Med Bay, get checked out, see if the Doc can give you a physio-booster."

"And leave you without a sparring partner?" She replied.

John cocked his head, "Go get the shot, I want to be sure you're fine." He said, grabbing a towel and moving toward his locker.

He heard the doors open and close as he rifled through his personal locker, searching for one of his small packs. A moment later they opened again. He thought it was Jenkins or Natalya for a moment, until he caught the scent.

He turned quickly. Tsu'Tey was standing there, the first time he had seen her outside of her armor. She was wearing a short, dark brown skirt, some kind of leather, a short top made of the same material, showing off her considerable bust well.

"Native garb?" John asked.

She nodded, "This is what we Na'vi wear when not fighting or hunting. Sergeant Natalya, told me that you and Auxiliary Warren were sparring, I was wondering if you'd let me join."

"I sent Gruna down to the Med Bay for a check up, so I have an open slot, come on." He replied.

"Thank you Commander." Tsu'Tey said, joining him on the mat.

John looked her up and down, "I'm not sure how you Na'vi spar, but the basic rule is don't damage your opponent more than necessary. Work with me as we fight and we both walk away without injury. Other than that, anything goes. Got it?"

"I believe so." Tsu'Tey replied.

"Good. You start." John ordered.

She smiled ferally, making a jumping lunge for him. John anticipated this, waiting until the last second and rolling ahead of her, grabbing her waist and twisting them both, putting her to the mat as they finished rolling.

She reacted, pushing him off her with all five limbs, sending him flying. He didn't resist, landing on his feet and dropping into stance immediately. She hopped up, dropping to all fours, tensed and ready.

"Not bad. I've never fought with anyone that agile. This is fun." John commented as they circled.

"You don't use your biotics?" Tsu'Tey asked.

"Not against someone who doesn't have their own. Besides, biotics are good, but they can't compare with the feeling of flesh to flesh, hand to hand." John said, and lunged for her.

She dodged quickly, ducking under his grab and pivoting away. They continued in this fashion for several moments, one or the other attempting to force a grapple.

John finally saw an opening, he feinted to her right, and as she pivoted he grabbed her tail, pulling her suddenly. She fell to the mat, quickly twisting onto her back, ready to hop up, but he was faster, falling upon her and pinning her down securely.

"That was not a nice trick, our tails are sensitive." Tsu'Tey said, looking at him.

"Anything goes." He stated, studying her face.

He felt her tail slide up, rubbing along his back, "Well it seems I am at your mercy. What do you plan to do with your prize?" Tsu'Tey said, in a low, seductive tone.

His instincts flared, "You think it's that easy do you?"

"No, but I can try." She replied.

He rose, holding his hand out for her. She took it, and stood as well.

Tsu'Tey leaned back against the wall, looking at him through hooded eyes.

"Oh to hell with it." John muttered to himself, pushing his body to hers and kissing her fiercely. She responded with passion, molding herself to him and sliding her hands along his back.

After a moment he pulled away, looking into her eyes, "My quarters, I'll be there shortly."

Tsu'Tey nodded, with a final kiss she let go of him, heading out the door.

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Commander's Quarters, INF Normandy.

After a minute to clear his head he entered his quarters, and was greeted by the most stimulating sight he had ever laid eyes upon.

Tsu'Tey was laying on his bed, nude and aroused, her legs entwined with Tali, whose smaller form was laying atop her in the same state, ravaging each other's mouths while their hands explored the contours of the other's body.

John smiled, shedding his clothes quickly. After a moment they both stopped, turning their heads and looking at him. One pair of large amber eyes, golden and warm, and one pair of eyes black as space itself, deep and pure, both heavy with lust.

"I see you two are getting along well." John said, walking over to the bed.

Tali smirked, "I was getting her ready for you, though she didn't really need any help."

"I would hope not. Did you enjoy yourself 'helping' her?" He asked, running a hand across her flank, dipping into the hot crevice between her legs.

"Mmmm... maybe a little." Tali replied, moaning.

John leaned down, whispering in her ear, "Good. Now move over, I want to take my new pet."

Tali shuddered, rolling off the Na'vi under her. Tsu'Tey locked eyes with John, spreading her legs wide, beckoning to him.

He moved onto the bed, laying on top of her, running his hand freely over her body. She was soft, smooth, so different from what he would expect. Her scent, the feel of her body, her voice... she was intoxicating and lovely.

"You made it to my bed, now what do you want?" John asked, running a hand gently over her slit, feeling her readiness.

She was almost purring by now, "To be yours. I want more than anything simply to be with a Human, but you, you are so much more. Let me be yours, warm your bed, care for your mates, please you."

He growled, kissing her fiercely. Their mouths locked, while their hips joined. She moaned into his mouth as he slid into her without pretense, her slit almost painfully tight.

As their tongues dueled he thrust harder, pushing more of his shaft into her wonderful tunnel. She felt incredible, wet, warm, tight. After a few minutes of this he was finally hilted inside her, and he stilled for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being sheathed inside this beautiful, willing female.

As their lips parted he traced a path with his tongue, sliding along her jaw and down her neck. She was moaning, and making little breathing noises, somewhere between a trill and a purr, they were strange, but spoke directly to his arousal.

John began moving after a moment, sliding out just a few inches then hilting himself again, again and again. Tsu'Tey was moving with him, eagerly meeting his thrusts. He felt her tail slide up the inside of his leg, the tip rubbing against his testicles. All the sensations were incredible for both of them.

He heard a moan, turning his head he spied Tali against the wall beside them, her knees pulled upto her shoulders and her fingers sliding in and out of her slit. She was obviously enjoying herself.

Tsu'Tey recaptured his attention, bucking against him as she orgasmed, crying out his name as her tunnel convulsed around him. He didn't slow his thrusting through her climax, hilting himself repeatedly and leaning down, laying kisses across her breasts before wrapping his lips around one of her full, sweet nipples, lavishing it as she moaned louder.

She was delirious with pleasure, his actions drawing her orgasm out, the waves of pleasure seemingly endless.

After a time the sensations overcame John, and he hilted himself a final time, filling her with copious amounts of his Human seed. The feeling of his cum entering her womb tore another orgasm from Tsu'Tey's body, and she cried out in ecstasy, pulling their heads together again and silencing herself with his lips.

Tali couldn't stand it anymore. Watching her mate taking this larger female brought out a primal response in her, and seeing the Na'vi girl come for the second time pushed her into her own climax, a cry, and her juices spilled over her hand. She licked them clean as she watched John roll off of Tsu'Tey and look at her.

"Enjoy the show?" He asked.

"You have no idea." She replied.

He grinned, sliding his hands behind his head, "Oh I think I do."

Tali cocked her head, "Is Tsu'Tey out?"

John turned his head, "Looks like. I tend to have that effect on women."

Tali moved forward abit, placing herself on top of him, "My strong, arrogant male. That makes me so wet." She said huskily to him.

He flipped them, staring down into the eyes of his Quarian Princess, "You know just how to push my buttons darling. I'm going to be in trouble if you teach the other girls your tricks."

"Push my buttons and I'll keep them to myself." She said teasingly, bringing her legs up as far as they would go, giving him access to everything she had, "You know how I want it." She whispered in his ear.

"Yes I do." John replied, lining himself up with her anus, sliding his shaft, still wet with Tsu'Tey's juices, into her.

Tali's eyes fluttered closed as he hilted himself, a trilling moan coming from her throat.

John relished the feeling of her tight ass clenching around him. The feeling of transition was incredible, for more than the obvious reasons. He was always surprised that Tali could take all of him inside her. It didn't seem possible with her small frame and lithe form, but she did, and enjoyed every second of it.

The sensation of her tongues sliding across his lips brought him back to the present, he leaned down and kissed her as his hips gained momentum, thrusting in and out.

They fell into a steady rhythm, Tali meeting his thrusts as they moved. John slid his hands from her hips upto her breasts, playing with her nipples as he ran his tongue under her ear.

Her moans were at a fever pitch as he played her body like a fiddle, bringing her to the edge of sanity.

John slid a hand down between them, slipping two fingers inside her slit, "Come for me darling. Let me feel you convulse around me as you lose your mind with pleasure." He ordered.

Tali shuddered hard, "Oh John!" She cried, her orgasm overtaking her.

He held on for another moment, enjoying the feeling of her body writhing and her tunnel convulsing around his shaft before he followed her, shooting his seed into her body.

He collapsed onto her as they came down from the plateau, pulling her close as he slipped out of her.

"I love you darling." He whispered in her ear, but she was already asleep. Smiling he joined her.

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He opened his eyes. Tsu'Tey and Tali were both curled up with him, Tali on his right and Tsu'Tey on his left. 'Like it should be.' He thought with a smile.

He checked the time on his Neural Net, 1950 Hours. He needed to check in with the rest of the fleet.

With a sigh John gently untangled himself from the lovely Na'vi girl, halfway up when he felt a hand on his arm, "Stay." Tali asked quietly.

He turned back to her, "There's a lot to do. I should check on--" He was cut off as Tali raised up, kissing him deeply.

After a moment she pulled back, "This is going to be the last quiet period before the battle. Stay, please." Tali asked.

Pressly could handle it after all, John decided. He embraced her, "You're right darling." He said, laying back down, wrapping one arm around Tsu'Tey and the other around her. Morpheus soon claimed them once again.

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Officer's Mess, INF Iwo Jima, 2015 Hours.

"I hope you're both settled down by now." Aaron stated as Rev'Lar and Liara were brought into the Mess.

"I am sir." Rev'Lar greeted.

"I am also. I took the time to reflect on my actions." Liara said.

Aaron uncrossed his arms, "Let's get one thing straight here. I don't care if you two have personal problems. Hell I don't care if you hate each other's guts, providing that it does not interfere in your professional relationship or the squad dynamic, and that you don't bring it into public. You two nearly came to blows in the middle of an Army bar. What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"I allowed my personal feelings to interfere with my judgement. I should not have insulted and provoked Corporal T'Soni. Not all of us are blessed with as strong blood as the Imperial Races, I should know better than to hold that against her. I am sorry Corporal, it will not happen again." Rev'Lar said.

Liara spoke, "I failed to control my emotions. I drew on a superior officer, violating my station and rank. I have nothing to say in my defense."

"You were provoked T'Soni. This incident will not be recorded. You won't face censure. Provided this never happens again. I will not tolerate infighting in my squad." Aaron stated.

"Thank you Commander. I promise it will not." Liara replied.

"Dismissed Corporal." Aaron ordered.

Liara saluted before turning to leave. As the doors slid shut behind her Aaron walked upto Rev'Lar, "What the hell were you thinking?"

"I wasn't. You know me Aaron. Not that that's an excuse mind you, I know I made a mistake." Rev'Lar replied.

"Between you and Akwey I'm going to age before my time." Aaron stated.

Rev'Lar cocked his head, "That would actually mean something if I didn't know that you Nobles don't actually age."

"Fair point. Go easy on her, alright Rev? She's going through a lot. I was hoping to make her feel welcome, and instead I have one of my squad stalking her as soon as she gets onto the ship, then one of my officers trying to pick a fight with her." Aaron said.

"Wait, who was stalking her?" Rev'Lar asked.

"Akwey. He was bored. You're rubbing off on the boy." Aaron explained.

"I'm wounded." Rev'Lar quipped.

"You'll be bleeding if this happens again." Aaron warned.

Rev'Lar nodded, "Understood. I'll make the good Corporal feel welcome. And I'll be nice to her. And I want in on the bet."

"Unless you've got family I'm not aware of, you can't even dream about getting in on the bet. How the hell do you know about it anyway?" Aaron asked.

"Assassin trained ears? Anyway, Let's just say I've got enough squared away that I can put up about 10,000 Thalers for my stake." Rev'Lar replied.

"Ah, bounties, I forgot about that. Plus you don't bother actually buying your own luxuries, instead plundering other people's. Alright, I'll let Shepard know. Dismissed." Aaron said.

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INF Normandy, May 8th, 1710 Hours.

"All ships are in formation. Fleet Admiral Stevens has given the go ahead to begin transit, we're on point." Pressly announced.

"Let's get moving then." John ordered.

"Iwo Jima acknowledges." Normandy announced.

The Normandy and Iwo Jima were heading in just ahead of the rest of the fleet. Their stealth systems and sensor packages would allow them to get a good grasp on the situation and relay the information to the rest of the fleet as they jumped in.

"Hitting Relay in 4." Joker announced over the bridge speakers.

Spatially speaking, Strenuus and Pax were next door to each other, the trip would take less than an hour.

"So now we play the waiting game?" Gruna asked.

"Pretty much." John replied, sitting back.

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End of Chapter Seventeen.

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