Super Commander 5

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 3.1

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(Yaefi'Naesul and Cora'Jaenna nar Nechol)

Milky Way/ Attican Traverse/Yggdrasil Nebula / Baldr System
Mindoir
Quarian Freighter - Des'len

At the same time that Trurax discovered his new hobby…

Cora and Yaefi watched as the Des’len slowly entered the atmosphere of the planet on their new Omni-tool. The devices were connected to the ship’s system in an unobtrusive way; the girl had tried to look at the programming of the OS and realized that they couldn’t understand anything. What they could understand was that Yuna created her own coding language to make it impossible for the devices to be hacked.

The girls were in awe, Yuna was scary, smart and devious. Still, she gave them a mission to do; they were to go to the nearest Alliance outpost and give them the data that she gathered from the Salarians she zeroed. Yuna had given them tools to employ to prepare the humans to receive the information that she wanted to give them; an air gapped and clean computer was the least of the requirements the rebel Quarian gave.

On the comm, the ship's captain said, “Here we are girls, this is Mindoir. I’m going to stay here for a day or two before doing some shopping and then I’ll be going back to the fleet.”

“Okay, Hasan (elder). We’re going to stay here for work and proceed to finish our pilgrimage.”

That was an obvious lie, Cora and Yaefi had no intention of returning to the Fleet, Yuna had promised that she would come back for them in six months time when she would build a spaceship. They were inclined to believe her as she gave her words on her clan name that she would come for them. And it wasn't like they couldn't contact her! Thanks to the device she gave them, they could speak once a week.

The freighter landed on the strip of the small starport and the two Quarian girls exited the freighter with purpose. They used their Yuna-built secure omni-tools to download the map of the star port and of the surrounding city.

“We must go look for the System Alliance outpost.” Cora said with determination. 

Yaefi operated her omni-tool and pinpointed the location of the System Alliance outpost. “It's located outside the city, it has its own starport. We could take the tram there?”

“Let’s go, but first we must go to the immigration office.” Cora nodded and began walking toward the terminal. 

# # #

(System Alliance Intelligence, Operations Officer, Logan Kirk)

Mindoir S.A. outpost 

The Systems Alliance Intelligence Services, more commonly known simply as Alliance Intelligence, is the central intelligence agency of the Systems Alliance responsible for ensuring the safety and stability of the Alliance and its colonies, mostly by providing security intelligence to senior policymakers. The AIS also engages in covert activities at the request of the Prime Minister. 

The AIS's primary function is to collect information about foreign governments, corporations, and individuals, to perform counter-intelligence, and to advise public policymakers. The agency conducts covert operations, cyberwarfare and paramilitary actions, and exerts foreign political influence through the Alliance's clandestine service, the Special Activities Division, and is supervised by the Alliance Intelligence Committee. 

Logan Kirk was the man in charge of the intelligence branch in the military outpost of Mindoir; the problem was that this planet was a newly established colony. This post was supposed to be semi-retirement for Kirk as nothing happened on the small colony beside the odd space pirates trying their luck to raid Mindoir and get wrecked by the patrol fleet.

He looked on the left side of his desk, where the holo-picture connected to his omni-tool was placed. Pictures of his twin daughters and beautiful wife were on a slide show with some special effects each minute. His daughters had calibrated them for him and managed the family storage cloud. 

He stood up from his desk chair and walked toward the coffee machine his wife built for him. It had its own novel tools to ground coffee beans and create Logan's own blend of the brown liquid. He reached the machine and ordered it to make a cappuccino.  It took five minutes to prepare his cappuccino. Logan was about to drink when the VI declared, “Lieutenant Samson wishes to see you, Captain.”

“Open the door.” Logan sighed and put down his mug next to the coffee machine.

The door automatically slid open, on a twenty years old asian man in System Alliance slacks. “Captain Kirk, sir. You have some business today.”

With a narrowing of his eyes, Logan said in a displeased tone, “Really funny, Lieutenant.” 

Logan had heard how people had mocked him for having nothing to do before. He has been pranked many times before. “I'm not joking this time, sir. You have two clients who have shown up on-world. They say they have vital information to give to the System Alliance.”

Lieutenant Samson employed the code words for would-be informants that show up here. So this was serious.

“Okay, coming.” The captain took his mug and his cap and followed the lieutenant. 

They quickly left the administrative building, took a cart and passed through the barracks, and warehouses to arrive at the control's building. The military personnel in the outpost were going through the motions, doing their jobs in an unhurried way. Life on Mindoir was slow and peaceful; though, Logan had a sense of foreboding that this peace was about to be shattered. The Lieutenant parked the cart before the building dedicated to control, it was used to check civilians who dealt with the outpost and offered services such as food delivery, and visitations.

The Captain finished his cappuccino as the door opened when Logan put his pass on the card reader; he saw a blonde woman waiting for him, she wore the standard uniform. “So what do we have here, Bernice?”

Lieutenant Commander Bernice Shepard, she was in her thirties; Logan remembered how much the other boys lamented that she was already married and had kids, the woman was attractive and a firebrand. Bernice reported sharply, “Two female Quarians, sir. They landed barely one hour ago and came straight here after passing through immigration.” 

“Interesting, they didn’t come here to play.” Logan commented as Bernice nodded and invited him into following her with a movement of her hand.

He was brought to a meeting room where two Quarians women were seated at a desk while fiddling on their omni-tools. They raised their heads and looked at Logan and Bernice, the captain greeted them with, “Hello. I am Captain Kirk and I’m welcoming you to our own slice of Paradise, Mindoir.”

The two Quarians stood up and slightly bowed their heads. Their helmets visor became transparent and Logan saw the two beautiful faces smiling at him. So this is what they look like under the helmets? Quarian ladies are gorgeous.

“Thank you for meeting us, sir! I am Cora'Jaenna nar Nechol.” The one wearing a white head covering, it was strange to see something reminding Logan of a hijab that muslim women wear.

The other one with a red head covering with golden patterns followed suit. “And I am Yaefi'Naesul nar Nechol.”

Logan tried to remember the intelligence packet about the Quarian species; the quarians' top priority is the survival and sustainability of the Migrant Fleet. Most of their laws and customs revolve around this goal. Because every quarian depends on his or her crewmates to survive, they are much more community-minded than individualistic species like the Krogan. Loyalty, trust, and cooperation are highly prized qualities. Young quarians are required to undertake a Pilgrimage outside the fleet in order to pass into full adulthood. The Pilgrimage is an opportunity for quarians to experience the world outside the Migrant Fleet, interact with other cultures, and learn to appreciate life among their own people. 

System Alliance command believe that this pilgrimage is a way for the admiralty to offload part of their population to save up resources.  “Oh you're sisters from what I remember from Quarian fleet culture.”

“Yes, sir.” Cora replied.

Logan invited the two Quarian to sit again as he moved to the other side of the desk and sat there. “So why did you want to see me? You specifically asked for the head of intelligence on the planet.”

The two Quarian girls looked at each other, then the one called Yaefi took the lead to speak. “We are part of a nascent splinter group of the Quarian fleet called the Reclaimers. Our cell leader has made the decision that humanity should be informed about what they are getting into with the Citadel and wish to enter into a partnership with the System Alliance.”

Logan’s smile froze, then he sighed. Ah, shit this is well over my paygrade. I guess I will call HQ.

Here goes his semi-retirement…

# # #

(System Alliance reactions)

Following the arrival of the Quarian girls, it was a week later that a small task force bearing the symbol of the diplomatic branch of the System Alliance came to Mindoir. A diplomat and the director of the System Alliance Intelligence came to meet the two Quarian, that was how important they deemed the message of The Reclaimers. The two Quarian girls were made to meet the two important people and played a message that Yuna'Hurrel nar Laekor had recorded previously for them. 

Cora loaded the interactive video on her omni-tool; on the holo-screen, the Quarian leader of the Reclaimers started to speak. “Hello, there humans! I come in peace and with an offer. But first we need to make sure your systems are tamper proof against the Council’s Intel food snacks -I mean the Salarians by that-, the strippers and  the Murder birdies.”

The official and the SAI director were left stunned by the racial slurs used by this Quarian to describe the Asari, Turians and Salarians. The message continued and they focused on it as what she said next was rather interesting. “Cora and Yaefi were given technologies that I am willingly gifting to the System Alliance Intelligence to root out the food snacks’ surveillance programs and data mining tools inside your computer network. This message will continue only once you have secured your systems; please do it swiftly as what I am about to share with you could easily save billions of lives and you need to know the truth about how you got scammed in joining the Council after the First Contact War.”

Yaefi opened her omni-tool and sent to the SAI's director a very large folder filled with files such as schematics, manuals and research papers. The director, John Harris, decided that he would look through those files with some of their scientists to check the veracity of the Reclaimers… claims that they were infiltrated.

The diplomat, Yamato Hiroyuki, then took charge and decided to get to know the two Quarians while the Intelligence department went to work. While this was going on, the schematics were given to the R&D lab on the capital ship which brought the director and diplomat.

The scientists were fascinated by the technology they were gifted. Carbon based microchips, the use of photons as information carriers and a crystalline Quantum processor with a completely different language were used. The scientists and engineers followed the instructions left by Yuna'Hurrel to build their own sample of the technology and two weeks later… After installing the Qbit Expanse OS on the laptop sized computer, they went to town on the System Alliance systems and discovered that the Leader of the Reclaimers was right and that they were being spied on and stolen from. 

Any technology or breakthrough in science they did, and the Salarians seemed to come up with, was being stolen and used against the SA. This had started since they joined the Council. Admiral Steven Hackett, from the System Alliance Navy, was urgently called to Mindoir, knowing that their SA network was compromised.

Once the Admiral and his entourage arrived three days later,  Cora and Yaefi played the rest of the message on the super laptop. Yuna’Hurrel appeared, still wearing her armor-like enviro-suit; she spoke in a serious tone.

“If this message is playing now, it means that you're aware of the situation you're in, right? Well now you are aware about what the Quarians have discovered after getting ejected out from the Council and got their embassy removed; The Citadel council is a bunch of scammers, liars and monsters.”

“Cora, Yaefi, give them the data from the STG stealth ship we destroyed.” Yuna’Hurrel said while raising her largest right finger.

The two Quarians did as asked, a big holo-cube appeared from both their omni-tool and merged together. The holographic construct was then thrown at the laptop computer.

“While your analysts analyze the data to see if it is genuine, I am going to be blunt with you, humans. If we don't start working together, we're all going the way of your flightless birds called the Dodos. My offer is such: Let the Reclaimers be part of your Alliance and we can all secede from the pyramid scheme called the Citadel Council, Oh and I promise to share the goodies I have come up with with you.”

Many schematics windows opened showing weapons, spaceships, and a fucking giant mecha appeared next to Yuna’s which was at the center of the laptop holo-projector. They were half completed schematics, the scientists and engineers present were already salivating at them.

Hackett and the other officials present had doubtful expressions on their faces. Yuna'Hurrel finished her message with, “Yaefi and Cora know how to contact me, if you don't have an answer for me in three months, I guess I will have to go at it alone. See you later.”

The central window disappeared, only the left over files that the message generated and the huge library, given by the two Quarians present, was left. Admiral Hackett's voice boomed in the meeting room as he became confused by how ecstatic the engineers and scientists were. “Can someone tell me what all this is about? And who was that young Quarian?”

Commander Anderson that Hackett had brought with him was nose deep in the files that had been transmitted on the laptop. He turned to the Admiral and said, “Sir, it seems that we entered in contact with a rebel faction of the Quarian fleet and they came here to warn us about the Citadel Council that they claim are bad actors and… I am inclined to believe them from what I am currently reading.”

Commander Anderson then asked one of the Quarians present, “Miss Cora, what can you tell us about this… Genophage?”

“You won't like it, but it's like this…”

When she was done, let's say that everyone in the room became either shocked or ill by what they heard, The  Council found the Krogan, uplifted them to turn them into shock troops to fight against the Rachni hordes and when they won, they betrayed the Krogan by killing their offspring; many Krogan died and continue to die even now in stillbirth, with most fetuses never even reaching this stage as their nervous systems have been prevented from developing. 

“If they can do it to the Krogan who helped them, what do you think they would do to the Quarians or the Humans?” Cora asked seriously.

The story about the Genophage caused all the Humans in the room  to have flashbacks to the pictures and videos of Death camps of WW2 and the genocides caused by the communist regimes of the 20th and 21st centuries. Admiral Steven Hackett had no answer to Cora’s question, but he sure as hell was going to bring that revelation to everyone back on Earth…

# # #

Back with Yuna….
February 1st, 2169
Omega
Kima District
Yuna’s base

This is the start of a new era! Business was booming for both my bar and my tech shop! I have created a catalog that advertised my best creation: Vulcan heatsink.  You see… I fixed the overheating issue on the mass effect weapons by adding my own heat sink technology that I black boxed to the gills or I also turned it into an add-on that you can install. It's for the current generation of guns out there.

I made my own Weapon design that takes advantage of the heatsink that stores the heat into capacitors and converts it to electricity to then charge the battery, giving battery packs a longer operating time. I call the weapons I made the freedom line,  rifles, snipers, shotguns and pistols are all on the catalogue with their accessories and special cleaning kits.

I want a closed ecosystem like Apple did for their devices and computers, this will also allow me to keep my technology out of the strippers and food snacks’ grubby hands. Now that I think about it, I need to beef up security a bit more, at least in The Veiled Den, my new bar. I need to hire some bouncers and make some Guardian drones and robots.

Anyway, I had to order some supplies, alcohol and food as well, though there was no way that I would buy alcohol from the strippers’ vineyards colonies; no, I will just use a food replicator to copy their wines, and buy from Human colonies. The list of things to acquire was getting longer such as liquors, brandies, coffee beans, wines and vodka.

Everything was shaping up to be perfect. It was as I was making a bulk order for alcohol to analyze that things got spicier for me.

“Yuna! There's trouble!” Zithor entered the lab, he had his armor and weapons on.

I dismissed my omni-tool's window and looked at my friend. “What's up?”

“There's a bunch of gang members gathering outside who are all armed.” Zithor declared.

I didn't panic and turned to my workstation, it was linked to the computer controlling everything in my base. I didn't install an AI yet as I wanted to build one with Rhianne who was still rebuilding the ACU and updating it to Tier 3 gradually as she adapted the Vibranium to the Aeon technology. Maybe it was time to do that, I always wanted a Cortana at my side.

The holo-screen came to life and the myriad of cameras connected to the outside of my base appeared. There were at least one hundred people… no people wasn’t the word I can use for people who want to come after me and mine. Trurax entered the workshop, his power armor on and his widowmaker in hands. “Heard there's some shucklefucks who need more breathing holes.”

I turned to my Krogan friend and waved at him to approach, when he did I asked by pointing at the screen, “Ah, Tru! Good timing! Do you know who’s come knocking?” 

Trurax looked at the holo-screen and his grip tightened on his shotgun. “I recognize those bozos, they're wearing the color of that Black Knives gang.”

I racked my brain but to no avail remembered a black knives gang. “No idea what gang is that.”

And it didn't matter to me, if they came to look for trouble… I didn't mind making a clean sweep and also testing more of my weapons. With a dark laugh, I said, “Look at all those Vorchas, they are the perfect guinea pigs.”

“Yuna, please calm down.” Zithor shuddered as he heard me.

I rolled my eyes. “Eh. They're just foot soldiers and this is omega. I can do whatever I want to them-”

Suddenly, I remembered how Shepard saved Garrus in Omega and used the tunnels under the current building we were in. Vorchas and the other scum outside knew this space station better than I and maybe the group outside was just a distraction.

I turned to my fellow Quarian and poked him. “Wait! Zithor, check the system linked to the sensors for the tunnels and air ducts, those disgusting things love to ambush and trap people.” 

Since coming to this universe, I developed a distaste for certain races such as Batarian, Salarian and Asari because they portray themselves as paragons of virtue who obfuscate their true selves behind lies and deception. But it was their actions against my people that made me go crazy sometimes. 

Quarians were easy to hate because everyone did it and it was institutionalized speciesism coming from the top started by the strippers, food bait and murder birds. Because they were jealous of Quarian ingenuity and beauty. Zithor sprang into action and sat at the workstation and used his hand to swipe to the holo-screen showing the crowd of enemies outside to the app controlling the environmental systems.

He looked at the screen showing a multitude of videos showing inside the tunnels and vents. I was paranoid and when I renovated the place, I placed cameras to show me in real time what was happening in those tight spaces. Ten lifesigns appeared as red dots on the map of the tunnels and vents under them. The VI in the computer immediately zoomed in on the lifesigns location and the videos showed nine Vorchas and a Batarian slowly crawling into the vents.

Zithor leaned in his seat and blinked. “Huh, there's people in it.”

I put a hand on his left shoulder and giggled. “As expected, they tried subterfuge.”

I looked down at Zithor, my helmet visor's opacity turned down. He saw how serious I was when  I ordered, “Activate the neutron blast for biological hazards for the tunnels and ventilation systems.”

Wordlessly, he did as I asked and a holographic keyboard appeared before him. It used haptic adaptive holography and at the same time checked that the user was authorized to use the workstation and computers in my base. I didn't take any chances that someone who isn't supposed to be here infiltrated the place -I am looking at you Kasumi- because I am not an idiot.

Zithor entered his permissions and password and a big red button bloomed in existence in the middle of the keyboard and Zithor pushed it. On screen, the lights came on in the vents and a strident alarm rang on. Emitters sprouted from the angles of the vents and the roof of the tunnels and started to blast neutron beams to bathe the vents and tunnel of all biological matter. 

The screams of pain from the intruders started as the neutron beams started annihilating organic matter. “AAAAHHH~!!”

It was as if I was watching ice melt under a fire, all that was left of those Vorchas and Batarian was their weapons and armors. Zithor then started locking down the access to the tunnels and the internal environmental systems took over and stopped taking in the station's oxygen.

“That was disturbing to watch.” Zithor said.

“What a way to go…” Trurax acquiesced to my boy, Zithor's words. 

The holo-screen was back on the armed crowd outside waving their guns. With a sigh, I said, “Tru, Zithor. Wanna come with me and tell those people that we aren’t open for business yet?”

With a chuckle the Krogan turned to me. “Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“I guess that their fate was inevitable when they came here…” Zithor lamented as he stood up from the workstation's seat. 

My enviro-suit parted at the front when I gave a mental input and I exited it, only wearing my skinsuit. My shoulder length hair flew free from the confine of my helmet and I started binding it into a bun, as I said, “Let’s put on something appropriate first.”

“It's been a while since I saw a Quarian without a suit.” Trurax whistled. “I remember a time when a bunch of you were all in airy clothes and shaking ass at the clubs on the Citadel. Bloody good times.”

Zithor averted his eyes from skinsuit clad bodies, he was being shy.  I laughed and said, “Eh, don't you worry old guy, we're going to go back to those.”

“Promise?”

I shrugged and walked toward the end of the workshop, and placed my hand on the grey wall there. The invisible palm reader glowed and the wall folded on itself to unveil a safe that I opened by inputting my personal password and the scanners checking my DNA and if I was whole and not under duress. Let's say that anyone who tried to coerce me to open my safe would find themselves blasted by the security system…

When I opened the safe, a blue and gold briefcase was inside and I grabbed it. With my Crafter abilities I made myself a power armor similar to Iron man's; I watched the second movie and decided to design the armor to be portable and to be able to be modular, so that I can add more weapons on it if I want.

It was time to unveil what I've been working on and away from the Fleet. Too bad they rebuffed me, now I was going to make the admiralty obsolete. Out loud I said to the suitcase, “Computer, unlock project Iron Quarian.”

[Acknowledged.]

 The briefcase started unfolding, and I placed my hand into the sockets and I lifted the assembly onto my chest. The suit automatically assembled around my body in a matter of seconds.

The Iron Man movie soundtrack started playing as the HUD and Self-Contained Life-Support System and Environmental Protection came alive. On the screen I saw my blue and gold armored arms. 

Zithor made an envious whine. “Ancestors… I want one of those Yuna!”

“Yeah, it looks fucking great.” Trurax added. “But I already got my own.”

“Zithor, go to the safe. There should be another briefcase, this one is red and silver.”

“Woohoo!” The Quarian male left the confines of his enviro-suit and ran in boxer shorts toward the safe.

I walked toward the door to the weapon lab where the heavier weapons I made were located. The door opened with a PSHHHHHH sound and revealed enough ordinance to fight a small army.

“Game on.”

# # #

(Farlak Ghef'Coprak)

Meanwhile at the front courtyard of Yuna's base…

Farlak was smiling, he had come here to get back at the Quarian bitch who killed his two men and spat on his reputation. How many times did Farlak play the video of this Quarian bitch executing two of his crew? 10 times! Enough times to know her voice and her demeanor. This also led to Farlak to have his Vorcha boys to observe the Quarian bitch as she built her base and use machinery and drones that should cost a pretty penny.

He had no idea how that girl paid for everything and there was no noticeable flow of credits anywhere in the shops and construction firms in Omega. Farlak was downright curious, as there was no ship full of precious material coming in that shipped its content to the Quarian bitch. So, he eventually guessed that the Hurrel Tech stored its own material and technology locally in that big building. 

Sure of his hunch, Farlak started gathering his boys everywhere, started piling up weapons and armors, bribed the people responsible to keep the peace in the Kima District. When they came in front of the three level building, multiple translucent barriers were erected and the bridge leading to the building retracted like a drawbridge from some ancient fortress.

One of the Vorchas started spraying fire with his rifle, but a turret came out from the ground in front of the building and retaliated by shooting him right in the head, treating the mass effect barrier as if it didn't exist. Everyone stepped away from the bridge; this place was ridiculously well defended.

Farlak came up with a bold plan, using the access tunnel of the platform of the Kima District to infiltrate Yuna'Hurrel's base. He sent ten of his people to take it from the inside while the rest of his crew acted as a distraction, but…

“Fuck me. The boys in the tunnels are taking too long.” Farlak swore as he began pacing behind a makeshift barricade his group built to not be taken off by the defensive turrets of the building.

“Boss, look up!” One of the only female Batarian in his crew pointed a finger in the direction of the building. 

He looked at the Batarian female then at the building. “What-huh?”

On the roof of the bitch's building, a blue and gold silhouette appeared; it took flight with a burst of their leg thrusters.

Strange music blared from giant speakers sprouting from the roof of the building. It then flew over their position, Farlak's eyes widened as he saw two large turrets appear on each shoulders of the silhouette and start targeting them. Everyone around him stood frozen at the view of the armored flying humanoid object.

“Some folks are born made to wave the flag

Ooh, they're red, white and blue

And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"

Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord”

BRRRRRRRR. The turret started cycling and it was when Farlak jumped to safety behind the container his gang had been using as cover for their gathering.

RATATATATATATATA! A literal rain of armor piercing bullets was falling down on the members of the Black Knives gang. Farlak saw another armored flyin, figure appear and it was red and silver color; in its hands was some kind of massive looking rifle that they targeted at the fleeing Vorchas and the weapon spewed green colored plasma and started consuming the Vorchas, eating through them until they were turned to ash.

Because of this every gang member started running or seeking shelter from the Hail of bullets.

“Aaaahhh!”

“Run!”

That was a plasma weapon! Farlak had seen people working in a refinery before and knew what the weapon was spewing at his men. “Impossible!” 

No one has plasma weapons!!! “What the fuck is with those flying armors too?!”

When the gang members were sheltered from the bullet rain with the barricades they had erected, Farlak sighed in relief momentarily until he saw the blue and gold armored silhouette stand over in the air with a bunch of drones flying in orbit around her.

The Leader of the Black Knives had a bad feeling, and understood that it was time to retreat. “This is thresher maw shit!”

He ran away just in time as the drone started bombarding the leftover gang members with green colored laser beams that shot through the barricades and disintegrated them completely.

“FUCK!!!” He ran with all his might out of the Kima District. 

That night the Black Knives gang was exterminated and the recordings of Yuna'Hurrel showing their demise would be edited to make an advertisement campaign for the opening of her business three days later.