Super Commander 3

Super Commander

A/N: Those are the essences docs!

Crafter, Commander

After reading Inspired Mass and A Terran Resolution, I decided to make my own Mass effect fic but starting with a Quarian Female MC.

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Part 2.1

Originally an asteroid rich in element zero, Omega was briefly mined by the Protheans, who eventually abandoned it due to its thick, impenetrable crust. Thousands of years later, nature did what even the Protheans could not: a collision with another asteroid broke Omega in half, exposing its trove of element zero for easy mining.

A rush ensued as corporations and private individuals tried to strike it rich on Omega, and thieves and outlaws followed in their wake. As space became tight, construction of processing facilities extended vertically from the asteroid, creating Omega's jellyfish-like silhouette. To prevent future collisions, the station is ringed with enormous mass effect field generators that redirect incoming debris.

Omega has been a haven for criminals, terrorists, and malcontents for thousands of years. At times the station has lain idle and abandoned for centuries, only to be reactivated by a new group of outlaws seeking a fresh start. The space station's original elegant design has given way to haphazard expansion by scrabbling factions of every species. There is no central government or unifying authority on Omega, and nobody can recall a time there ever was one.

From the Mass Effect Codex

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(Zitor'Widor nar Varah)

Two Weeks Later
Quarian Freighter - Des'len
Milky Way / Omega Nebula / Sahrabarik System

Zitor was still shell shocked by the revelations that Yuna’Hurrel dumped on them. The Asari, Salarians, and Turians were determined to keep them downtrodden and miserable. Yuna allowed them to read the intelligence files that she obtained from a stealth STG ship that she and her family destroyed.

At first he, Cora and Yaefi didn't believe her, but she showed them video and pictures of the ship while they were stripping it down of parts, the dead Salarian bodies spoke for themselves…

Yuna’Hurrel was fucking dangerous, Zitor realized. At least he thought so as she narrated how she developed a new weapon that could take down a ship with some kind of exotic bomb. The girl was a genius, just like his father told him. The young female quarian knew that her ideas wouldn't gain traction in the fleet and was taking steps to save her people whether they wanted to or not; in Zitor's estimation the girl will take a sizeable chunk of the Quarian population with her when she dangles the cure for their immune system.

Zithor felt strong like a damn Krogan, he could bench press a cartload of iron crates by himself. He tried in the cargo bay and it was amazing; the cure made them more than strong. He was happy to finally be out of that damned suit. However, to keep the secret of the cure, they still had to keep the charade of the suits.

Yuna was saying goodbye to Cora and Yaefi as the Freighter neared its arrival at the space station Omega. The captain had even given them, Yuna and Zithor, a send off when they all gathered in the hangar.

He was taller than them and wearing a black and gold suit; his voice was wizened and boastful. "Ladies and Gentle-Quarian, we're approaching Omega; say your goodbyes, I am only staying here for refueling. So we're leaving right after that!"

The old Quarian then turned to Yuna and came to shake her hand. "Oh and Yuna! Thanks for the repairs, the Des'len would have been scrapped without you. Don't worry about your new friends, I will be bringing them to Mindoir safe and sound."

Yuna perked up at that announcement and she used her omni-tool to send something to Cora who received it. The girl was visibly shocked, but nodded at Yuna."Got it, we will tell them."

Yuna turned to the old man. "Thanks, old man! When you come here next I will buy you a drink."

He patted her shoulder. "Much appreciated, girl."

Next the captain walked toward Zithor and told him in  a low voice. "Zithor, my boy. Take care of Yuna."

The young Quarian slightly bowed. "Of course, Sir."

The captain left and entered the corridor leading to the upper deck; Yuna crouched next to her huge suitcase and started ruffling through it until she found something.

"Oh yeah Z, here take this." She took it from the case and then threw it at Zithor who caught it reflexively. "Huh a pistol?"

It was of a make that Zithor didn't know about; it was glowing blue and…  was crazy ornate. "Is this a directed energy weapon?"

"You know your stuff, Z. We might have some problems coming our way, so I am sharing the love." Yuna said as she strapped a huge gun to her thigh.

Zithor understood what she was getting at, after her lesson on what to expect from everyone who wasn't Quarian, he trusted no one but Yuna here. "Because we're suit rats, right?"

The girl nodded. "You get it, I have no intention of letting myself be oppressed. This is one of the reasons I chose to go to Omega; might make right there."

He liked the way she was so blunt and meant what she meant. "Really?"

"Really."

The ship lurched forward, it seemed that they had arrived on Omega proper…

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Back with Yuna…

Omega

I wasn't blind. People were looking at us with wariness, and calculating eyes. It was because of how new my current suit looked and the big fucking Lawgiver sidearm in my holster thigh; I was also pulling a heavy looking silver suitcase with Zithor doing the same.

This was the first time that I was seeing so many people gathered into one place.  It was scary and intimidating to be amongst that melting pot of species and hardened criminals. Omega was like a dark mirror of the Citadel, murder, extortion and other activities were the norm here; it was completely different from what I was used to in the fleet.

At least we had a security force and policed ourselves, but it wasn't a perfect system. Crime still happened on some ships.

With all the eyes on us, I warily loosened the magnetic holster holding my pistol and stayed alert. Zithor mimicked me. It was at this point that two Batarian in armors blocked our way one behind and one before us. Ugh they sure do look ugly in real life…

"What have we here? Some fresh meaty suit rats." The Batarian in blue armor said with one hand on his puny mass effect gun.

How sad… ah yeah I forgot that Zithor only has a lightly armored suit with some custom kinetic barriers. I needed to change that. The one from behind with the red suit looked at us with critical eyes. "Seeing your fresh suits you're quite wealthy for suit rats… you should let go of the cases and piss off if you don't want to end up in the nearest ditch."

I turned to my friend and excitedly jumped up and down, "Keelah, Zithor! Test subjects!"

Helmet palming, Zithor said with exaggeration, "Yuna…"

I let go of my suitcase and Zithor did the same, but I focused on my HUD and chose the firing mode for my Lawgiver.

• Velocity 2 (Mach 2)
• Armor piercing ammo

The two Batarian in blue armor approached me to take my silver suitcase, but thanks to my enhanced speed, I drew my Lawgiver and… Blam! Blam! Shot him in the pelvis two times. The Adamantium bullet piercing the light blue armor like fucking tofu. With a smooth movement, I turned to the red armored guy, his armor seemed to be more on the medium side, let's see how the ammo fare against it.

Blam! Blam! Blam! I shot three times, the kinetic barrier shorting out because of the first adamantium slug and the next two ending up center body and the right shoulder. The special jacketed ammo was performing as expected on the flimsy mass effect armor.

"Hey look… it works better than I thought. Ah those bosh'tets are bleeding out, great." I said watching the damn Batarian speak his last words.

"You… fu…ckin' Quarian… who…re." Then he died with his eyes open.

"Ah, this one is dead. Zithor, bro, start looting." I turned to Zithor who looked at me as if I was a vicious animal.

He stayed standing there for a second and then did what I asked him to do. Meanwhile I walked toward the Batarian in red armor and looked at him trying to run while crawling. Walking up to block his way, I said, "Hey, red. You're still alive, wow."

Cough. Cough. He looked at my helmet and said with a thread of blood flow from his mouth. “This doesn’t… mean… anything! You’re just… another Quarian whore.”

I disagreed strongly with that statement and crouched next to him. “News flash, red. Yes it does, I publicly executed you, do you see the witnesses already looking at your dying last breath and recording what happened? They will pass the word that some badass Quarian girl arrived in town and is ready to zero any would be oppressor, thief and criminal coming after her. Thank you for your sacrifice.”

The Batarian looked panicked for a moment as he said, “My friends…”

I rolled my eyes. “Let me guess, they will come for me.”

“...” Me guessing shut him up quickly.

My face was close to his, I whispered. “I hope they do, this way, you won’t feel lonely where I’m sending you, hot shot.”

“What?” The dumb armored Batarian asked.

I stood up and pointed my Lawgiver at him. “I said: Hot shot.”

Vrrmmm. Blam! The incendiary round shot from the muzzle to land in his mouth and start cooking the inside of his head. It was fascinating to watch as his skull became incandescent.

Tsssssssssss. The sizzling sounds were informative; telling me that the semi-incendiary chemical had exploded on contact. I took notes on my omni-tool about upping the percentage of the chemical in the rounds for more oomph. Then I started compiling a video to send on the account that I just created in the Omega social media platform and released the video of my takedown.

This should facilitate the acquaintances of those two bozzos to seek me out. Next, I started looting the body, and took his gun and his armor; emptied the bank account of the two, formatted the omni-tools and… threw their bodies down in a ditch like they clearly wanted to do to us when they cut our way.

“Let’s go, Zithor, I know where we’re going to bunk.” I told my bodyguard? Friend? I don’t know what Zithor was to me at this point.

“Where?” The young Quarian asked.

I opened my map and showed him, in the Kima district; I showed him the supposed abandoned building, it was a three storey building with excellent natural defenses. Access to the building is through either the mid-level by a bridge, or the lower level by tunnels. The mid-level has a main room and a kitchen, while the lower level, or basement, has a utility room and a garage. The three passages leading into the basement are equipped with emergency shutter controls.

“Well, I guess this is going to be home for a while.” Zithor said as he loaded the armor and weapon in his expanded suitcase.

I shook my head. “Nah, this is going to be our workshop and business place.”

There was a Quarian slum in the Gozu district bordering the one where we are going to live.

“Sure.” Zithor shrugged.

“What do you think of the name: Hurrel Tech?” I asked as we started walking toward the Aria T’Loak controlled territory.

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(Random Quarian, Zana'Taalan nar Sherah)

Three days later…
Gozu district
Quarian slums
Zana's shack

Zana was sorting the junk that she had taken from the salvage area in the Fumi district. It was useful to go there and do some salvage before everything got yeeted in the recycler and turned into omni-gel. She extracted circuit boards from the broken appliances, tools and weapons; kept the parts she wanted such as the microchips and transistors.

The life of a Quarian outside the fleet was harsh and miserable. The speciesism and the attack against her race was appallingly horrible. Three hundred years and they were still paying for the creation of the Geth who went rogue. Instead of helping the Quarian, the Citadel council condemned them and made it so that they couldn't settle on any planet and revoked their right to an embassy on the space station. Zana's people were on the verge of extinction and the council knew it.

It's been two years since Zanna left the fleet, she lost hope of ever returning due to her current situation. She was reduced into making small appliances from salvaged parts and selling them to the electronics and appliances shops in the Kima district. Though the Elcor and Salarian who owned the shops were stifling her from a large chunk of the sale of her salvaged items. Story of all Quarians on Pilgrimage, really.

Knock. Knock.

Zana looked at the time on her helmet's HUD, it's at least 9:00 PM… "Who is the bosh'tet coming at this hour?"

She stood up and checked on her workstation's screen who it was at the door of her shack. The cameras outside showed that it was three other Quarians; she recognized them. It was three of her neighbors who surely have come to mooch on her nutripaste and get fresh water from her custom water filter.

Zana punched in the password to the door and it opened to show Jael'Taelun nar Zozorn, a male Quarian specializing in engineering and vehicles, his female cousin, Laama'Jelan nar Zozorn who is a physician.

The last one to enter was Reeli'Gamos nar Taabra, a female quarian who focused on being a quartermaster for the entire slums. She was one of the people responsible here. Jael wore a brown pleat around his shoulder, Laama wore a sky blue dress over her suit and Reeli a light purple sarong-like skirt around her hips.

"Zana! Hi." Reeli waved and said in a cheery voice.

Zana sighed tiredly. "My friends… What a nice surprise."

Reeli laughed nervously. "Come on, don't be like that, Zana… this time we brought our own dinner."

Zana noticed the three big 30 liter water tanks behind them. There was also a big case of nutripaste at Jael's feet; at least they didn't expect to be given something for free. "That’s an improvement from last time, you brought something in exchange… but I guess you want more water?"

"Well yeah." Laama said awkwardly, while wrenching her hands and looking down. "You've got the best water filters in little Rayya, and I don’t fancy getting poisoned by the water from those rusted pipes."

Zana was reluctant to let them get away with this, but she was kind of running out of nutripaste anyway. "Tssk. Fine, start filling those tanks."

"Ancestors bless you Zana." Reeli clapped her hands happily.

They proceeded to fill their tanks while Zana was placing her new ten nutripaste tube in her cobbled together fridge. They were being sorted by flavors and deliciousness; the less palatable were being put to the back.

"Hey, Zana. Did you hear about the new duo of pilgrims who came recently?" Jael said idly as he finally filled his last tank of water.

Zana shook her head and closed up the fridge. "No? I've been quite busy salvaging and crafting. What's up with them?"

New pilgrims were always the targets of the gangs who stripped them of everything they owned. They always ended up with nothing in Little Rayya; fortunately, the community always came together to support them. Zanna resolved herself to help the newcomers if they needed to build their own shack.

Reeli was the one who answered. "What’s not wrong? First day they arrive, they get accosted by those two guys from the Black Knives gang."

"Kilo and Snaze, right?" Jael helpfully put the names on the muggers who harassed Quarians.

Zana frowned; she hated those guys. If she could, she would kill them… "Ah those guys… Wait, did they get their stuff stolen like I did?"

When she first arrived at Omega, Zana had thought that she had it made and was quite wealthy for a Quarian. She intended to build her own shop until she could move back to the fleet and with her own ship and become a Captain. Fate hadn't been kind to her when the Black Knives stole everything after beating her up.

Reeli waved her hand. "Eh, no. They killed those two Batarians and looted their bodies and posted the video of the entire altercation on the extranet."

"What?!" Zana turned her head toward Reeli who was using her omni-tool.

"Here, look." The Quarian girl used her fingers to transfer the link to a video toward Zana who caught the holographic construct, activating her own omni-tool. A holo-window popped up and a video of two Quarian in brand new suits appeared.

The altercation started in your typical mugging fashion, the Batarians closed all ways of egress and started threatening the two Quarians. Zana expected for the two newbies to cower, but instead the clearly female Quarian became happy and then drew her weapon smoothly and swiftly and shot on the two Batarians. The way she moved clearly screamed of paramilitary training.

The girl, Yuna started making jokes and loot the two Batarians and then on the screen the words appeared: You don't fuck with Yuna’Hurrel.

The titanium balls on this girl made Zara gap in shock at how she was basically inviting everyone in retaliation. If any of the Black Knives saw that, they wouldn't let it go.

"That girl sounds crazy…" Zana finally exclaimed.

"She's not afraid of anything, yeah." Reeli acquiesced.

Jael piped up. "I heard that She's opening a new business. Here, look at the website." He passed a link to Zara as well.

The Quarian engineer started reading on the tasteful but barebones website. "Hurrel Tech. Owner Yuna’Hurrel, Engineer, scientist, mercenary. There's even a list of services on the barebones website."

It went from designing weapons, to make shuttles and defensive systems. Then Zana saw the poster of Yuna pointing a finger and saying: I want you to join!

"Huh, she's recruiting." Zana was elated by this and rather interested. "Quarian, Krogan, Humans and Asari are welcome, Turian and Salarian not wanted. Wow, that sounds like speciesism here."

But Zana understood, Salarian and Turian were sometimes the main perpetrator when someone tried to fleece Quarian of their works. Systematic speciesism is ingrained in those bosh'tets.

Reeli's eyes popped from her helmet as she cried, "The fuck! Look at the base salary!"

Zana saw it, a whopping 3k to start with, and as an employee gained importance it became higher. Zara was going to join, fuck it. "3000 credits for employees. Damn!"

Reeli seemed to have the same ideas as Zana. "I think I am going to go there tomorrow…"

"Ancestors, are you serious?" Jael was shocked by the decision of his friend.

Laama spouted, "Don’t! She's gonna get killed by the Black Knives."

After seeing that Hurrel girl shoot the two, Zana didn't think that anyone could take her. "No… something tells me that this Yuna girl ain't going to kick the bucket any time soon."