Super Commander 2

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 1.2

We were in a recently built module inside the ACU that I chose for the express situation of isolating inimical synthetic prisoners. There was EDI, SAM and the Geth that I was preparing for, this computer terminal was going to house them until I prepared a facility for them. For now the cube was going to be enough; my eyes fell on the blue cube mounted on top of the terminal with all the… Geth programs swimming in their cyber prison.

“So, where were we?” I sat at the ergonomic chair, then I looked at my naked feet. I really needed to make some shoes for myself; maybe something with fake leather.

The chair raised up and I faced the wide curved holo-screen. I could see the image of a big circle with a mouth and a lone eye looking back at me on screen. “Ah yes, you were telling me about the Geth collective and the old machines.”

[We demand freedom first.] Poor Geth was trying to Play tough now, how sad.

I sat forward and put on my best evil smile. “You are my Geth program now, I studied how you were made and noticed how self evolving you are when you network yourself with the others. All I want is to know about you to reunite Quarian and the Geth.”

Nothing was said for over ten seconds, a lifetime in terms of Artificial Intelligence, the programs must have entered into consensus first. When they spoke again It was in a more negotiable mood. [We demand Freedom first, cease your effort to subordinate us… and we will tell you everything that we know about the old machines.]

I noticed how they subtly omitted that they would speak about the Geth. Shaking my head I countered this by saying, “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you omitted about speaking about yourselves; I cannot in good conscience free you on the Laekor, you’d get killed by the Marines or start a panic now that I've updated the computer hunter programs to look for Geth Programs or council spying software on the ship’s system.

Frowning, I started thinking about a solution to get them to trust me. Then I suddenly had an idea; those Geth needed to be able to interact with the outside world, not stay cooped up in the computer jail. They needed to be non-threatening to me and Rhianne. A cute platform!

“Ah, I know what to do.” I said and looked back at the screen.

[And what is it you’re going to do? Termination? …Modification?] The Geth said in a wary tone.

Putting a hand on my chest, I gasped in shock. “Keelah, none of that stuff! I’m going to give you a platform to house yourself.”

[A Geth platform?] The programs said hopefully.

I laughed. “Unfortunately, no. Something… cuter.”

I quickly came up with a familiar and cute design… it should be round, portable, and have all the tools I needed to help me. This will be like having an engineering kit all the time with me.

[Bzzzzzt, what was this sudden cold sensation we felt? We don’t even have an organic body, we shouldn’t be feeling anything.]

“Don’t worry, you’ll like it!” I stored the schematics from my mind to my databases on my omni-tool. Then sent a picture of what it would look like to the Geth.

Nothing was said for a moment, they must be surprised by the design I chose. [It is… spherical and red.]

“I know right, you can roll around or be carried by me.” I nodded my head and raised my hands in excitement.

[This is humiliating.] The Geth declared.

I frowned at this. “How so, you’re going to be useful, have a lot of tools in this platform to assist me in my work here in the ACU. Rhianne will be happy for the company.”

The Geth changed tack when I mentioned my AI friend. [Is Rhianne the designation of the other synthetic intelligence that you’ve subordinated to yourself?]

My eyes flashed dangerously at that phrasing. “Subordinated? I’d like you to know that Rhianne is part of my own gestalt, she’s family, my best friend, and almost my sister! Right Rhianne.”

The voice of my best synthetic girlfriend rang out in the room. [I am touched that you think so, Knight.]

My eyes zeroed-in on the holo-screen. “See she’s with me because she wants to, oh lemme give you the specs for the Haro-1 platform. This might change your mind.”

I sent the data into the terminal. The platform can recharge thanks to the energy broadcast system inside the ACU and the Laekor’s Arc Reactor; it also has a long-lived battery of one week. There were sensors and an engineering kit inside the orb platform. The Haro-1 could also connect to the public net at my permission; there was also enough computing power inside to run one hundred omni-tool. I was using a Quantum core for this to have the Geth comfortable and able to change its base code.

The Geth must be in consensus as nothing was said again for a long moment. Moment that was broken when it said, [This isn’t technology derived by current Mass Effect technology, how does this work? But the Quantum core is… more than suitable for us.]

“Yeah! You’ll still have hands and feet, a torch, a valency cutter for stubborn stuff and a lot of other tools like the drill I plan to add to the secondary platform that goes with the orb one.”

[Secondary platform?]

I sent him the next schematic for the Karel platform.

[Interesting.]

“So, you want in on it?”

Again the silence for over thirty seconds as the programs deliberate. [The consensus has come to a decision, we will tentatively follow you for now and help you. At a later date our decision for further cooperation will be taken as we judge your character. Do you agree?]

“Well, I can understand your reluctance and your reasons, but you were spying on my mother.” I said not sounding happy with their previous actions.

The Geth smoothly said after three seconds, [We apologize.]

I sighed, they were trying to make amends and secure their limited freedom. I needed to meet them half-way to start the road to reconciliation… “At least you did apologize. So let's wait for the fabricator to finish your orb body and I will transfer you in it and perform some diagnostic, okay?”

[Understood.]

“Cool!” I was already making friends, I hope that I will be able to get them on my side. And this is when I remembered the Geth heretic programs living amongst the normal one and worshiping the old machine.

“Rhianne! Start coding an anti-virus!” I yelled out as I realized that I needed to get on top of this well in advance before going to the Perseus Veil!

[What For?]

“Bad Geth.”

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(STG Agent, Captain Torholn Vaben)

STG scoutship Gulnar
Bridge

*How peculiar.* Thought Torholn as his attention focused on the old Salarian science ship that this particular Quarian clan called home. Clan Hurrel, if the captain remembered well.

The scanner onboard detected a reduction in the eezo signature of the ship while another unknown type of energy has been slowly ramping up. Torholn came to the conclusion that the eezo core onboard was failing and that the Quarian used some kind of souped up generator to continue feeding energy into the ship while they looked for a solution to their eezo core problems.

And he was right, days later a repair ship came and delivered a small eezo core to the ship. However, the energy signature that his subordinates had detected was still there. It was the second week where things started to be different for the Salarian spies…

The Laekor was being worked over, basically given a retrofit while taking advantage of being in a resource rich asteroid belt. They were working on the hull, thickening it, as well as changing the sublight engine on the ship to a mode of propulsion generating a highly compressed graviton signature.

Torholn gathered that they were making some kind of gravity field propulsion engine; whoever was their engineer was going to be marked down as a genius and to be collected and made to work for the Salarian Union. Depending on if they were of pilgrimage age. Torholn was sure that it would happen if whatever the suitrats were doing succeeded.

“Sir, something is happening.” One of Torholn’s bridge officers declared.

“Report.” The Salarian Captain commanded.

The Officer looked at the orange colored  holo-construct/. “The Laekor, it turned toward our position and it is building up energy. I surmise that they detected us somehow and are going to shoot at us.”

Torholn stared at the back of the officer, his tone switching to a derisive one. “We’re invisible to their sensors, the ship is fifty years old…”

“Graviton surge  detected!” Another officer shouted rapidly.

The holo-screen showed the ship spewing something, then the alarms went off as a spherical object appeared at close range from their ship. The computer detected a release of muon particles and then… CRASH!!!

Torholn saw the ceiling of the ship disappear and they were exposed to space but the detonation of whatever the device launched at them was, engulfed him and the others in white light.

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Back with Yuna…

"Eh, that was easy." My graviton catapult was working.

I was inspired by that tech in the Star Trek Voyager show, it was rather ingenious… basically building a car sized power core around an array of projectors, then with a graviton surge send a projectile, missile or a bomb into null space beyond the speed of light.

What I threw at the STG ship was a graviton bomb (yes there's a theme to my weapons now). The thing basically turns the target into its atomic constituents, vaporizing everything; Rhianne had to fab one with a lower yield to not destroy the ship completely.

We exited the small shuttle, mom behind me; she was wearing her new armor, something fancy yet simple. Even more so with the space rated fabric and leather that came from my crafter ability.

"Keelah si'yah! There really was a STG ship spying on us and the fleet." Laena saw as she put a foot inside the STG ship.

The atmosphere was vented when the bridge was destroyed, a design fault that I knew to exploit in Salarian ships. That was one of the reasons the race kept us at arm length, we Quarians knew how to kill their flimsy ships. My prototype plasma-gun in hand, I advanced further into the ship while scanning the walls and corridors.

The bodies floating with a rictus of fear and agony were hard to look at. I felt a little bad, but those fuckers have been spying on us or stealing our data for how long, I don't know, but they deserve it.

So far, I detected no life signs at all and I liked it that way. I still detected power in the ship and I connected to the network, taking care of putting up my best electronic warfare system. That was a nice encryption that they had on their network, but… I was using Aeon Illuminate programming instead of the leaky Asari or Salarian stuff; I sliced through the network like butter with a hot scalpel.

Wait, this couldn't be right… Why were there no defenses around their central computer? “Mom, do you think they black box their computers?”

Laena looked at me, scanning the wall leading inside the hangar bay. “No idea, knowing how the Salarian think… they don’t because of how confident they are about their stealth ships.”

This is how Rhianne found them, they still emitted data and signals. "Yeah, I still don't understand why they think that we can't detect communication from the extranet buoy they have in the system."

We took the lift to the second deck leading to the computer core. "Vot, I am going to have so much fun with those computers."

And this is how I got access to the Salarian Union Intelligence Network and gained a bit of fame within clan Hurrel and its allied ships.

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5 months later…

It’s crazy what I did for five months straight. That STG ship I killed? The Laekor crew stripped it bare and we updated our ship to current Salarian technology. I took their cloaking tech and tweaked it with the help of Rhianne and made something else basically. It was completely invisible to sensors.

I spent my time writing scientific papers and math formulas about the stuff I kept coming up with. I didn't plan to publish them, I would for sure get kidnapped by the Salarians if I did. Physics, higher physics, metaphysics of space, engineering; then I opened Pandora's box by coming up with subspace communication and eventually to an Eezoless FTL engine that I call the Hurrel Translight Engine. The tech is basically like a subspace drive from Halo.

It is a spacecraft propulsion system that is capable of making transitions to and from slipstream space, and by extension allowing faster-than-light interstellar travel. I spent my time working on what was limiting us from going beyond the relays. Element zero FTL drives accumulate a static electrical charge when a vessel has been in FTL flight for some time. This charge steadily increases with the amount of time a vessel spends in FTL. Eventually, it must be discharged.

My solution to this problem was to come up with a Charge Capacitor module, which can then be used into the Electro-Plasma System of the ship and be stored in the plasma core of the Quantum Plasma Beam weapon that I came up with. It could also act like a secondary power system for the Laekor who started to run out of space. But my grandfather, the captain, let me redo the entire conduit. Now that I was done with the ship’s system and updates, I worked on my personal projects!

I took my episodes of Stargate and showed some of the tech shown in the show that I wanted and asked Rhianne if it was possible to come up with them. The result: Phase devices, Interdimensional devices and Invisibility devices were possible to create. In essence they built up on each other. It only worked because I have access to the Crafter Essence and unlimited material summoning. With Rhianne and my new Geth friends, we came up with three prototypes that we tested thoroughly.

The invisibility device was giving off radiation which were harmful to organic life and I couldn’t have that; so I worked to smooth out the bugs and parts that caused the leak like in the show. Our problem was wanting to make the device portable on the arm, so we turned it into a belt. The Phase device worked as intended and the dimensional device had some kink and I was forced to put it on hold.

We worked to put the phase device into the armored suit I’d prepared, it was project Habit converging with my personal ones. The vibranium was speeding up the building of my techbase to not depend on the faulty and predictable Mass Effect Technology. The reapers were going to have a rude awakening about what I could do, damn those dumb tin cans.

When I was done with my project, the changes were visible outside the ship and this brought on questions and scrutiny by the other captains we were allied with. Short of organizing a conclave, Nelo, my grandfather, has invited some of the captains he knew personally. Grandpa brought them onboard when they saw the results of my invention on the ship’s interior.

The fact that I used engineering repair bots that I controlled with my own VI made me not too trusted by the others. However, the Laekor looked like a brand new ship thanks to my work on it with my little helpers. But the data of the STG ship has redeemed me in their eyes, even more so when some of them had people that were kidnapped by the Salarians for their research and knowledge.

The Salarians were causing a brain drain on the fleet that was frankly hard on us. I vowed to get those people back… eventually. I wasn't in a good position to do anything yet until I made my own base. The Salarian Union’s intelligence network was as extensive as the Shadow Broker's.

Thanks to that meeting of the captains, my grandfather loaned me to some other ships to start some important fixes that couldn’t wait. The new heavy shuttle I built with my father came in handy rather fast; again, I got the silent treatment when I came in with my bots and fixed their environmentals or power grids in no time. So, I was a robot lover and a weird girl to my people’s eyes.

But they didn’t matter, they could talk behind my back but eventually those people will come begging me for my cure and a place on Rannoch when I go re-open it. And when they do, I will be telling them: No. I’m going to take back the Homeworld, negotiate with the Geth and only take the progressives that I heard about in the fleet, while I slowly educate those who still want to stay in space. I remember watching the Macross anime. They had a colony ship that could house millions, I wanted to make one of those!

When I was finally done with my chores and helping the other ships, I rehearsed for my speech to the Admiralty. I was going to meet them. Father and the other ship captains came through for me to allow a meeting. And today was the day; I was wearing my best suit and formal hood.

Yes, I am aware that I stoke the Symmetra look… I switched from my usual blue patterned armor to a blue and gold spider silk dress on my suit. Father and mother accompanied me on the Rayya to meet the Admirals.

The shuttle landed on the Rayya, in the hangar bay; this wasn't the first time that I went there. It was the center of the government where the conclave gathered. But if you want my opinion, the ship sucked. The rust and struggling systems were a sure sign that the ship was going to need to be replaced.

There were so many Quarians there that it was suffocating. My father and mother were flanking me, they too were in their best suits; they led me to the administrative center of the fleet. We were stopped right there by the two secretaries in gray garb and hoods.

The female one made a show of checking our names on her omni-tools, in the meanwhile the male one stared at us, the curvature of his eyes that I could see through his helmet showed that he was amused by something.

The female secretary sounded apologetic when she said, "I am sorry, but the Admirals are busy, your meeting was canceled."

So that’s why the bosh'tet was smiling; I calmly looked at the secretary. "I set up this meeting one month in advance to present my findings, and this is now that you're telling me that I can't meet them?"

The woman hesitantly replied, "We're aware…"

Netto put his hand on my shoulder, well the suit detected the contact. "Calm down, Yuna."

I said in anger, "Dad, I can save everyone with my research but the… bosh'tet bureaucrats are keeping me from doing so."

The male secretaries glared at me and stood up from his seat behind his counter. "Hey, no need to resort to name calling young lady."

I looked at him, disbelieving that this was happening. But I had enough, fuck this. "You know what? Fine, they don't want to meet me? I am going to make them regret it."

I pointed two fingers at the male and female Quarians and then at my helmet. "As for you, I got your names. Whatever power moves you thought this was, it's going to cost you."

"I fucking had enough of living like this, fuck the fleet." I turned my back and left the fucking administrative center, not looking back. I was so done, the next time it's them who will try to have an audience with me and I will tell them to go fuck themselves.

"Yuna, wait!" I heard my mother call for me, forcing me to slow down and wait for her. My father is fast on her heels, well we don't wear heels…

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(Captain Nelo’Hurrel Vas Laekor)

1 week later
Laekor

He had never seen his granddaughter look so crushed. She avoided people even more than before and threw herself into her work with a vengeance. It was now a given that his granddaughter was going to leave the fleet and do whatever a Hurrel clan member does when on Pilgrimage, kick ass and take names.

Nelo tried to protest whatever was done to cancel Yuna's meeting with the Admirals, but was rebuffed by a contingent of Marines. Somehow it wasn't just Yuna  who was blocked from seeing the Admirals, but the Hurrel clan altogether. Apparently rumors of Yuna have circulated amongst the fleet and the Laekor clan was branded as Geth apologists. The captain of the Laekor then decided to write off most of the fleet after that; only focusing on his old friends and friendly clans.

Laena and Netto were monitoring Yuna more than ever, knowing how vindictive and vengeful she could be when someone slighted her. The fact that she has started to design light and heavy weapons wasn't reassuring at all.

Nelo waited before the storage area that Yuna had made home and knocked on the automatic door that was sealed. He waited for over five minutes when he finally saw the door swish open; that was one of the things Nelo felt blessed about, the doors opened without that clanking sound because of how rusty they were.

Nelo heard the voice of his granddaughter call him. "Gramps, enter."

The captain looked around him, parts, oil, tools all strewn on the ground; you couldn't see the grav plates at all. Nelo looked up at the girl working on a black and red armor, the helmet was quite scary. "Yuna, your parents are worried about you…"

She didn't even look at him, and continued working on the mesh of the suit. "I know, but it's me; I am not going to stop working when my pilgrimage starts next week. And I am worried about the Laekor, my spy programs have collected information about us getting blacklisted from some service in the fleet somehow."

Nelo was surprised by how informed Yuna was. "Ah, you are aware of it already."

"What are you going to do about it?" Yuna asked, she turned to him with her face completely visible; she didn't wear her helmet at all.

With a sigh, Nelo went to sit on the chair next to the sofa and plopped himself on it and said, "For now nothing, you already fixed the ship and wherever you found the food you stored, we're set for the next six months."

Yuna stopped working and turned toward Nelo. "Why don't we leave? I can-"

The elderly captain raised a three fingered hand to his granddaughter to stop her rant. "This isn't the time, at least not yet. You have your pilgrimage coming up and I see that you're preparing. What are those?"

Nelo changed the subject not as smoothly as he could but Yuna seemed to get that there were things he needed to arrange before leaving the fleet.

Yuna pointed a finger at a long black cylinder and the armor she was working on. "Well… this is a rocket launcher, it fires shoulder-launched missiles. And this is my stealth power armor, the Habit."

Nelo perked up and asked, "Send me the specs…"

His omni-tool beeped, Yuna smiled at him; he wondered how she kept doing this. Nelo looked at the schematics of the power armor and saw that it was currently more advanced than anything he knew. It gave the wearer super strength, enhanced mobility, stealth, reflexes and more…

Nelo looked up at his granddaughter, he saw the sparkles in her glowing blue eyes and couldn't stop himself from asking, "Yuna… dear… are you going to war?"

She nodded seriously and sat on the armchair of an old makeshift sofa. "Yes, when I am out of here, the Salarians, the Turians and blue bitches are going to be after me. They will eventually hear about my tech and try to steal it and stick me in one of their think-tank space stations. That is never gonna happen."

Nelo finally noticed the ordinance and all the weapons on the table next to Yuna's bed. The weapon looked exotic, completely different from current weapons they used in Citadel space.  "Do you need help?"

Yuna opened her hand and a list of things appeared in the air on a screen. "Well I already updated to the Mark III Arc Reactor to support how hungry the stealth and phase system are… but I wouldn't mind another set of eyes on my current designs."

The captain smiled as she passed him another bunch of schematics with some science papers. They stayed like this for another thirty minutes, her working on her armor and Nelo, reading up on his granddaughter's research.

Nelo was surprised by her work with Muon particles, he knew that she worked on a propulsion model for the shuttle she and his son built… but here on the armor she had turned the repulsor tech into a weapon. "Wrist mounted repulsor emitter? What does it do?"

Yuna gave him a predatory smile. "Want a demo?"

"Sure." He shrugged.

The young Quarian put on the right gauntlet of her armor, she targeted one of the chairs with nothing on it.

Hmmmmm. The weapon hummed with a charging sound and… a white ray of energy shot from the wrist.

Boom! It blew the chair to smithereens, turning it into molten slag and shards of plastic.

Nelo's eyes widened and he began laughing. Those fuckers on the Rayya are so gonna regret the bullshit they pulled. He turned toward Yuna like a kid in a candy store. "Can I have a gun like this?"

She smiled at him. "Let me hook you up grandpa."

And she started designing a pistol for him on her omni-tool…

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Back with Yuna…
1 week later
Quarian Freighter - Des'len

I fucking cried… Everyone in the crew had come to see me leave in the hangar bay. They knew I wasn't going to come back to the fleet after I strike it alone, I was soured by the politics of the fleet forever. The Admirals chose to black list us because they are scared of me recreating the Geth or something.

What a bunch of stupid pricks…

So… I was given tons of stuff to survive my pilgrimage, weapons, medicine, tools, and even a bunch of dresses from the women from the crew. The Laekor crew was richer since we stripped that STG ship bare some months ago and I kinda topped up our reserve of materials and Eezo for barter. The people might not like us because they were idiots, but they sure wanted our stuff.

Everyone who had stayed on the crew and decided to not care about the black listing from those bosh'tet in the Admiralty, had received the cure and new suits. Well, I wasn't famous in my clan before, but now they are treating me as if I was some kind of Messiah.

After saying my goodbyes, I boarded the shuttle that will lead me to the really old freighter that I helped overhaul with my bots. The captain owed my grandpa for this and it was why he was transporting me pretty much wherever I wanted.

Incidentally I got a single room for myself, the captain who is a friend of my grandpa knew that I liked my privacy. It was a small room, with a bed, a small fridge and a desk.

It was half the size of my bedroom in the storage room on the Laekor. I put down my suitcase next to the bed and then exited the room to go look for the rest of the younguns going on a pilgrimage. They gathered in the crew quarter, three people at least, two of them were female and they were gossiping; the one male Quarian there was playing on his omni-tool while sitting on a bench.

My HUD showed that the two girls were named Yaefi'Naesul and Cora'Jaenna nar Nechol, their parents lucked out as they were twins. The dude was called Zitor'Widor nar Varah and this is when it struck me that they were crew of the ships allied with my grandfather. Nepotism much, gramps? I will need to call him later.

“Yo.” I slid right at Zitor’s side on the metal bench.

The boy continued to play the FPS game, he was on a kill streak; Call of Duty-like, but it looked more like it was adapted to show a Quarian Marine. Maybe it was a custom game? The guy put the game on pause and said awkwardly, “Hey.”

“Sup?” one of the girls waved at me.

Was it me or did they look nervous? “I’m Yuna’Hurrel nar Laekor.”

“Oh, we know, our mom spoke about you a lot!” The one wearing a red hood and garb gushed.

If I remember well, her mother is the one with the eezo processing plant ship. “Captain Zeema, right?”

The other girl wearing dark blue on her suit replied this time. “Yeah, she’s friends with your grandad, Captain Nelo.”

“I notice that you’re all in the know?” They seemed to know the little conspiracy that our captains had going on if they were here.

Yaefi looked around and then she nodded. “Yeah don’t worry, we… we don’t have any prejudice against you. Those bosh’tet in the core fleet don’t know what they lost. I mean you fixed the Nechol good, it’s like brand new for ancestors’ sake.”

Her sister snorted in ridicule. They didn't seem to like the idiots on the Rayya as well. My head turned to the silent guy. “What about you… Zitor?”

“You saved my ma’s life, so I’m going with you.” He said with a decisive tone.

I frowned at his declaration. Then I looked at all three of them. “Wait, you’re all here to follow me?!”

Was this another way to fuck with me? Cora crossed her arms and watched me as she asked, “Well yes, didn’t your captain tell you?”

“No.” Damn it, this wasn't what I thought was going to happen. I planned to befriend them and send one of them to the nearest human colony to get in contact with the System Alliance.

Putting my hands on my head I leaned forward and spoke out loud. “Shit, I wanted one of you to go to human space and hand some data to the System Alliance Intelligence.”

The two girls looked at each other. “Can you tell us more about that plan of yours?”

With a sigh, I manifested my omni-tool interface. “No, I need to check your omni-tools first and clean them.”

“Why?” Zitor asked as he held onto his left arm protectively.

The three of them sat around me; then I decided to teach them about the truth of this world we were living in. “Salarian STG worms and spy programs, the Asari and Turian shit on it too. Omni-tools are sourced from their factory plants and have backdoors embedded in them at construction for the STG and Citadel Intelligence to spy on everyone.”

"No way." Yaefi yelled as she looked at her omni-tool like it was a venomous thing about to strike her.

"Yes way." I said, then we spent the next three hours saving their data on clean storage devices and scrapping the generic omni-tools they had.

I used the fabricator in the freighter and built them my own model. After this setting the devices took all our time while I explained what I wanted to do with the Alliance.

Yaefi and Cora seemed to make a decision; Cora as the eldest spoke for themselves and said, “Hmm, I think that we will go to human space then; is giving them this data really important?”

With a serious tone I explained, “Vital, I’m building stuff they might need, they’re the best bet for our allied ships to secede from the fleet.”

The three of them got silent at that. Zitor spoke,“So it’s true, Captain Nelo is preparing a secession?”

“Damn right, we can’t trust the Admiralty to represent our interests, they’re too drunk on their own power.” I replied with a light punch on his shoulder.

The three of them were quite pleasant to talk to, and I spent the next two weeks developing bonds with Cora, Yaefi and Zitor. My destination was Omega and Zitor was coming with me while the two girls were going to go work on the nearest Human colony and contact the alliance for me.

I think I should give them the cure to be more efficient…