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Mass Effect: The Requiem Saga: Genesis	By : Weskron Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mass Effect: The Requiem Saga: Genesis.

Volume 1.

Chapter 4.

I stood up in the CIC of the Systems Alliance Military Base, holding my assault rifle and looked at the carnage around me. The Batarians had mostly if not completely retreated because of my surprise attack, but they had wreaked havoc here. So many people are dead.
And then I looked to see the officers on the floor. I recognized one of them right off the bat. Mark, I think it was. Only heard him say one word. He had been shot in the throat and was dead on the floor, but he looked… peaceful, at least.
But then I recognized someone else. Someone I knew a little bit more than the rest.
Junior was there with a large hole in his head, his eyes still open, not breathing at all.
“Oh God… Not you too…”
I kneeled down and looked at him, closing his eyes slowly. I felt tears at the edges of my eyes. I wanted to cry. I wanted to break down. But not yet. I can’t. I have to stay strong.
“I’m sorry…”
And then… hope decided to rear its head.
????: Rgh… Sh-Shep… ngh…
I recognized the voice. Canadian Jervis.
I turned to see Jervis scooting back against the wall.
Jervis: Could use… a l-little… medigel here.
“J-Jervis!”
I ran over and kneeled next to him. How… how do I use my omnitoo-oh. Oh you just think about it.
I scrambled my way to where I was able to use medigel over his wounds and he stood up slowly, still slightly hunched.
Jervis: I think I’ll be okay in a little while.
“What happened, Jervis? I woke up and Liz… Liz…”
Jervis: Liz too?
Jervis closed his eyes for a moment.
Jervis: I expected it but… damn.
Jervis shook his head.
Jervis: Well, Shep, Hackett fucking screwed us.
“What?”
Jervis limped over and sat down on a chair, pulling one over for me. I sat down as well.
Jervis: The whole shore leave shit? It was just to make sure our guard was let down. When we got back to the base, we got a bunch of reports of Batarians and pirates all over Elysium. We expected combat.
“And?”
Jervis: Hackett got us all in the briefing room again, and next thing you know, Batarians are breaking down the door. They shot a few of us and then took the rest, bound them up, and left them like… well, like how you saw.
“Why would he do this?
Jervis: Hell if I know, but it’s usually the same with scumbags. Money. Stab your brothers in the back for a comfy bed and a nice glass of chardonnay. Piece of shit.
I rubbed my face for a moment, trying to take this all in.
“Well… what about Liz?”
Jervis hesitated.
Jervis: When they saw Liz… they grabbed her. And then they took her downstairs. They… they looked like they were going to…
We stayed silent for a few moments. Thinking back on it, I realized, it looked like her shirt was ripped open.
“What else?”
Jervis: That’s it.
I sat back in the chair.
“Where are the police?”
Jervis: Police? Shep, we’re the police. We’re all they had and every one of us besides you and me are in the fucking ground. If we’re lucky, maybe, just maybe, some of us were outside of the base when this all went down and are holding out.
The sounds of explosions in the background as well as gunfire became clear.
“They’re invading…”
Jervis: Should’ve expected this shit months ago. We settled in a fucking Batarian territory. The hell did we think was going to happen?
“Bartok. That Batarian’s name. Bartok. The guy in charge, who is he?”
Jervis: Some fucking warlord, I’unno. He ain’t in charge.
“What?”
Jervis: Hackett and him were talking about some fucking boss they had. Haliat or some shit. Ah… um…
“Elanos Haliat.”
Jervis: Sounds Turian. You heard of him?
Well… he’s in the first game, so yeah, I guess.
“Yeah. He isn’t Turian.”
Jervis: What? But that name’s Turian.
“That’s the point. So it makes him sound Turian so no one expects a human to run things.
Jervis: Fuck, when’d you find this out?
“Ah… the grapevine, I guess.”
Jervis: Huh…
The two of us mulled over the information we both received for a few moments.
Jervis: We need to call for reinforcements.
“What?”
Jervis: No one will survive if we don’t. There’s probably one or two distress calls, but let’s contact command.
“All right.”
Jervis: Can you do it?
“Ah…”
Jervis: Come on, man. I need a few minutes to heal.
“Sure, sure. I’ll call for help.”
Jervis: Use that console… there. See it?
“Yeah.”
I got up off my seat and walked over to the console. Oofh… I’ve never seen an interface like this before. We were nowhere close to this kind of technology back in my time. Technology is ever evolving, I guess.
I pulled up what looked like a communications menu and looked back at him. He could tell I was having trouble.
Jervis: Been a while since you used a comm system, Shep? Hail them, they should have been the last used number so just press the hail button.
I nodded and pressed the button. The call began to go through and I just started thinking about what I was going to say.
Officer: Alliance Command reading Elysium five by five, loud and clear. Come in, Elysium, do you read?
“Yeah, loud and clear.”
Officer: What’s going on, Elysium? We’ve gotten a distress call, but it was jumbled, can you affirm what’s going on over there?
“Yeah. Batarian Warlords and Pirates have invaded and are attacking the colony. We’re being decimated.”
Silence on the other end.
Officer: I’m sorry, who is this?
“Lieutenant Sam Shepard of The Systems Alliance, N7.”
Officer: You were the lieutenant in the video?
“That would be me, yeah.”
Officer: Lieutenant, connect me to your superior.
“That’s the thing, Command. Besides me, all is left is Gunnery Chief Jervis Proctor. Both N7 Operatives. We got fucked over by our superior officer who’s a turncoat, Captain Hackett.”

Another brief moment of silence.
Officer: I’m sorry, send again Lieutenant? I think I may have misheard you
I bared my teeth. I wasn’t in the mood to play games with someone over a telephone call.
“Things are fucked, officer. There’s two officers left in the entire colony and people are being shot down right outside. Did you read me now?”
Officer: Ten four, officer. Stand by five, I need to connect with a superior. Break.
“Right.”
I took my hands off the console, stopped leaning on it, and looked over at Jervis, who was now walking over here.
Jervis: Limp seems to have cleared up. I’m gonna get my armor on and my mantis, I’ll be back in five.
I nodded and waited patiently, trying to calm myself down as this… primal excitement and anger boiled in my veins. I don’t know how to explain it. I hated this but… I felt natural here. I knew I was doing something good here.
Fuck, I don’t understand it.
Officer: Come in, Lieutenant. Send your traffic.
“Here. What’s the news?”
Officer: We’re sending our fleet to come and assist, however, it could take quite a while.
“What?”
Officer: Our fleet is preoccupied with various things, we need to gather them, and then it’s the story of actually getting them to The Skyllian Verge and combat ready.
“Well, how long? Ah… an ETA?”
Officer: At least until the morning.
I nearly gasped. I checked the time on my omnitool. It’s 4:00 PM. Over twelve hours to hold out? Shit…
“I… Officer, this is….”
Officer: I know. I’m sorry. My superior will do all he can but don’t expect more than that.
“I… ergh… Who is your superior? Just so we know who to contact if anything goes down.”
Officer: Admiral Steven Hackett, Sir.
I immediately recognized the name. Big name in the Mass Effect Universe.
“What? Are you serious?”
Officer: Roger, Lieutenant. Don’t worry… Daniel Hackett will be dealt with promptly.
“That’s not why… ah, all right.”
Officer: Have one of you check in every so often so we know we still have ground support.
“Right.”
Officer: We’ll try to do as best we can.
“Forgive me if I’m not enthused, officer. Sorry.”
Officer: I understand, Lieutenant. Good luck. Over and out.
The call line dropped and a few seconds later, Jervis walked into the room with a slimmer light armor, a pistol, and a sniper rifle that I recognized as an M-92 Mantis.
Jervis: What’s the news?
“Goddamn Alliance can’t get to the colony until the fucking morning.”
Jervis stopped in his tracks and then slowly strapped his sniper to his back.
Jervis: Are you fucking serious?
“Can’t get the fleet together fast enough. Admiral Hackett is leading the fleet too.”
Jervis: At least there’s that.
“Hell do we do?”
Jervis: I… well, I guess we could hole up here.
“I guess… but…”
Jervis: What?
“But… all the people outside. They’re dying. They’re being murdered and… who knows what else?”
Jervis thought about it for a moment, sitting on a chair.
Jervis: Look, how can we be any help if we’re dead? It’d be better to make sure they don’t take the base.
“You’re right but…”
Look, this guy’s a soldier; he probably knows what he’s talking about… but then again… I can hear the screaming. It’s faint, but I can hear it. I can’t let it go on in good conscience, knowing I can stop it.
“How about we do both?”
Jervis: What?
“Well, we’re two alliance soldiers. N7s. We could…”
What did Shepard do?
“…Rally a resistance force.”
Jervis: Are you serious?
“Think about it. If we can get a message out to the colonists, have them gather in one place, we could push back until reinforcements arrive.”
Jervis: We could… but if we fuck up, who the fuck knows what could happen?
“Not anything good, I know. But if we do this… we could save the colony. Not everyone will die.”
Jervis sighed.
Jervis: Well, I’d rather not die getting ambushed while I’m hiding like a bitch. So… we’ll go with your idea.
“Okay.”
Jervis stood up.
Jervis: Well… let’s get to it, then.
To Be Continued…
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