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"(EX) Operation Archangel 5: Some Work..."
 
   LAST EDITED ON Nov-28-12 AT 09:17 PM (EST)
 
[Fixin' some typos I missed at work... --G.]

Saturday, November 9, 2289
71 Centauri system
Centaurus sector_

/* Dropkick Murphys
"(F)lannigan's Ball"
The Meanest of Times (2007) */

Lieutenant Jeff "Joker" Moreau, Wedge Defense Force, knew only three things absolutely for sure at this particular moment.

One: He was all that stood between his friend Kevirin'Zorah and a charging Bu-55C Boomer that, until moments before, had been the supervisory officer of the starship operations center he and his shipmates were in the process of hijacking.

Two: Joker being completely useless at combat, both he and Kevirin were thus both about to die.

Three: It was really going to hurt.

He stood his ground anyway, his back to the back of Kevirin's seat, yelling incoherently as he blazed away with a blaster pistol he knew was too weak to do more than pit a 55's armor. Maybe he'd get lucky and put out one of its optics.


Out in the corridor, though Joker couldn't know it, his shipmates were on the brink of being overrun by the sheer weight of numbers the ship's Boomer crew could bring to bear. Some seconds before Joker's realization, Garrus had been the first to go down, knocked cold by the shockwave of a particle beam he only partially managed to dodge, one of the pauldrons sheared clean off his armor.

With the defenders' sniper down, one of the attacking Boomers was able to slip through the web of fire being laid down by Wrex and Ash Williams when one of them had to pause to reload, then cleared the last center barrier and made for the doors in a booster charge. Teeth gritted, Liara met its charge with all the psychokinetic strength her willpower and her natural metapsionic gifts could provide, bringing it to a dead stop in midair. Kaidan added his biotic TK, shoving the mechanoid back slightly despite the full-throttle blast of its thrusters, then pumped a full magazine from his Predator IV into its head and sent it down twitching and sparking.

"Nice save, Liara," he said. Woozy from the exertion, she didn't answer, and a moment later a bolt from one of the blaster carbines some of the 33-series crewbots carried took her high in the chest, strobed out what was left of her kinetic barrier, and sent her sprawling over backward.

Williams got it next: as she ducked behind cover to reload, a P-beam furrowed the crown of her ODST helmet, its pressure wave slamming her face down to the deck.

That, on top of what had just befallen Garrus and Liara, seemed to set off a bomb inside Urdnot Wrex. Roaring at the top of all four of his lungs, he surged up from behind his cover, discarded his spent shotgun, deployed a collapsible Gamorrean vibro-axe, and just waded into the wave of Boomers who had tried to follow up their gunners' success with a final push on the defenders' position. The sheer ferocity of his counterattack would have panicked most organics, and from a tactical standpoint it gave even the Boomers pause as their expert systems realized that they had gravely miscalibrated his threat rating. Shattered Boomer chassis and disturbingly lifelike fragments of humanoid 33Cs flew in all directions as the last of the Battlemasters made plain his displeasure.

Wrex came out of his fugue only when he ran out of targets within axe's reach. As often happened in such cases, his first realization was that he was really in trouble now - the next wave was a dozen yards out and closing fast, their fire ripping the air all around him, pitting his armor, and scorching his flesh, and there was still another wave not far behind them. There were way too many of them for even him to take on alone, particularly with his shotgun lying uselessly on the deck next to his sprawled squadmate behind him. He was, barring a very significant situational change which he had no power to effect, certainly going to die in the next two minutes.

As also often happened in such cases, his second realization was that he didn't particularly mind. He took a tighter grip on the axe and prepared to put in a final two minutes that would echo through the annals of krogan warfare for the rest of time. A flash of that poem Williams liked so much flickered through his mind:

Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.

And then -

- as it had when the crew of the Normandy strove with Gods -

- the situation suddenly changed.


Back in the Command Operations Center, Kevirin'Zorah completed his work, raised both fists in the air and made a declaration in his native language roughly equivalent to, "Touchdown!" Then he seemed to notice that Joker wasn't sitting next to him any more, swiveled, and observed the scene.

Joker stood behind Kevirin's seat, hyperventilating, and stared down at the deck. Sprawled practically at his feet, the Boomer that had been Lt. Carmody twitched fitfully, its brain - like that of every other surviving Boomer on board - locked into a perpetual diagnostic loop. He turned and looked at Kevirin, then both regarded the twitching Boomer for a few seconds.

"Well," said Kevirin pragmatically, "that was well-timed."

"Yeah," Joker panted. "Let's go see who else survived... "


"We can't take much more of this, Admiral," Captain Nella'Karn vas Balado warned her superiors. "The fleet is standing to in good order, but our star cruisers simply can't repel firepower of that magnitude."

Vice Admiral Ergen nodded gravely, looking over the tactical plot. "It's only a question of time before one of those bastards breaks through the line and gets a shot at the Sufficiency. If they breach the ag hold, we could win this battle only to starve to death next year."

"Well," said Admiral Havath philosophically, "we're committed either way. We've got nowhere to run." A touch wryly, he added, "We'll just have to trust in the pros from Dover... whatever that means."

"Captain!" the Balado's chief sensor officer called from her post. "Something strange going on in the GENOM fleet! Their formation's starting to break up!"

"I'm getting signals from all the forward elements," Karn's comm officer confirmed. "The GENOM ships have lost fire cohesion. Captain Daav of the Forteviot says it's almost like they're shooting at random."

"This must be it," Ergen said, excitement creeping into his voice.

"We've had no signal from the assault team," Karn reminded him. "If we launch the full counterstrike prematurely, we might well - "

She was cut off by the crackling, partially flattened voice of Garrus Vakarian, blaring from the overhead speaker on a heavily encrypted emergency band: "Quarian command, this is Strike Force Overlord. Archangel, Archangel, Archangel!"

Havath punched a fist into the opposite palm. "Damn fine work, Overlord! Flag to all ships: Archangel! I say again, Archangel!"


Lorth Needa watched two things happen simultaneously, neither of which he could bring himself to believe. One was his beautifully drilled, perfectly deployed fleet completely falling apart. The other was the Quarian Navy, up to this point putting up a valiant but futile defense, suddenly counterattacking with twice the firepower they'd given any indication of possessing up to this point. Within five minutes the damned aliens had eradicated one of his Interdictors and two of his Victory-class ships. The quarians were suddenly fighting like demons and his own vessels were barely fighting at all.

He stormed out of the turbolift onto the command bridge and demanded, "Malmek, what the hell is going on?!"

"I don't know!" Captain Lanthon replied, clearly on the edge of panic. "The Boomers, they, they've, they've gone mad!" Seeing his admiral's skeptical look, the captain made an effort to pull himself together and explained a little more calmly, "They wiped out everybody on the other ships, then started in on each other. It's like their IFF systems are painting everyone as an enemy."

Needa looked around the bridge. Beyond the huge panoramic windows forward, he could see the fleet continuing to go to bits - one of the Victory-class ships, not yet that hard hit by the quarians, appeared to self-destruct before his horrified eyes - but inside everything was still calm and quiet, the Boomers at the various bridge stations still at work.

"Why aren't these playing up?" he asked.

"It's not happening aboard Avenger," Lanthon said. "I don't know why. In the rest of the fleet they're going berserk, but ours have just shut down. I had to override the units on the command level back to autonomous mode just to maintain some semblance of operational control up here." He took off his cap and ran the fingers of one hand nervously through his hair. "Everything's gone horribly wrong since we brought that Wedgie ship aboard."

"Forensic will have an interesting time working out how that happened," said Needa sourly, "but I thought the COC had recovered from it."

Lanthon shook his head despairingly. "It seemed like things were back under control for a few minutes, and then - well, look at it!" he said, gesturing vaguely toward the carnage happening outside the windows. His fragile composure unraveling again, he almost wailed, "They told us the CCS was secure! They said this couldn't happen!"

As if to punctuate the captain's cry of dismay, the bridge entrances - one at either end of the multitiered room's aftmost, uppermost level - blew open.

/* Cavo
"Thick as Thieves"
Thick as Thieves (2012) */

There were only seven of them, but they hit the Avenger's bridge like a typhoon. Seconds after drawing his sidearm, Captain Lanthon was the first to fall, cut down by a burst from an old-fashioned Thompson submachine blaster wielded by a battle-armored quarian. As his flag captain fell, Needa fled forward and down, running down to the lowermost level where the flight dynamics and engineering consoles were.

The bridge's 33- and 55-series Boomer crew, still in autonomous mode thanks to the late Captain Lanthon's quick thinking, rose from their consoles and put up a fierce defense, but they might as well have been trying to fight with laser pointers for all that they could stand against this assault. Strike Force Overlord scythed them down like grain, tearing through every combatant in their path.

Three of them were telekinetic. All were armored and heavily armed. Despite the information in the dossiers Needa had skimmed, it appeared that they all had combat training. Even the archaeologist, flagged an outright noncombatant in the files he'd seen, carried a blaster - a BlasTech DL-44 - and quite well knew how to use it. Belatedly, he remembered a note he'd seen in the briefing documents for the Shepard mission, the year before:

Viewed objectively, the core of Commander Shepard's crew appears to be little more than a gang of alien misfits, but the commander herself is a military leader of exceptional ability. Operational reports indicate she has personally trained her command team in special operations tactics and weapons skills, developing them into an elite irregular mission force. Take nothing for granted when planning an operation against Normandy and her people.

From behind the bridge engineer's console, Needa saw the irresistibility of their assault and recognized that the day could only end one way. Pulling off the console's back panel, he started making a modification he had been trained in years ago, but had assumed at the time he would never need to perform.

Damn the woman, he thought bitterly as he worked. Even in death she's found a way to ruin me.

In three minutes of furious noise and light, it was all over.

"You might as well come out of there," said Garrus. "There's nowhere for you to go."

Rear Admiral Needa rose from cover and came slowly around the main engineering console, appearing surprisingly calm for a man who had just had his bridge crew mown down around him while his fleet was cut to ribbons outside. His expression was even slightly disdainful, not too far from a sneer, as he surveyed the motley group who had brought his career to such an ignominious end. The quarian who had killed Lanthon; a turian with part of his armor blown off; a helmetless Salusian ODST with a Vorpanol patch in the wrong skin tone gaily decorating her forehead; a krogan who looked like he'd recently taken on a whole street gang by himself for fun; a scruffy, limping human in someone else's armor vest; another with the slightly pinched expression of a man nursing a violent headache; and an asari with a nearly-through blaster burn on her armor's plastron and an unwiped trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth. Battered and in many cases wounded, they all held weapons and they all had looks in their eyes that said they'd sleep perfectly well if he provided an excuse to use them a little more.

They looked like they'd been through an entire war to get this far, expending resources ordinary beings could only dream of possessing.

They looked like they could've kept it up for the rest of the day.

"I suppose," Needa said conversationally, "you're pleased with yourselves."

"Save it," said Alenko.

"Rear Admiral Lorth Needa," said Kevirin'Zorah formally, "you're under arrest for making aggressive war upon the quarian people without provocation."

"Let's see if your bosses decide to own that when you're before a United Galactica admiralty court," said Wrex nastily.

"I'm afraid that won't be happening," said Needa calmly. Resting his fingertip casually against one blinking button on the engineering console he'd just been behind, he went on, "You have two minutes to discard your weapons, reverse whatever sabotage you've committed upon my ship's computers, and call your alien allies to a halt. If you haven't completed those tasks in that time, I shall have no choice but to send the Avenger's fold core hypercritical. We'll all be killed, of course, but at this distance, I should imagine most of the quarians will be as well." He raised an eyebrow archly and added, "Kuat's spacefold system is notoriously unstable, you know."

"You don't have the quad to blow yourself up," said Wrex.

Needa gave him a faintly pitying look. "Clearly, you've never worked for Master Largo," he said. "Trust me, annihilation by protonic reversal is by far the preferable alternative to the fate I would earn by letting you defeat me."

"You're bluffing," Williams snapped. "I call."

Needa shook his head with a thin, fatalistic little smile.

"I'm terribly sorry," he said, and then...

... didn't press the button. When he tried and nothing happened, he glanced at his finger, then gasped as an invisible force seized him, forcing his hands to his sides and lifting him bodily to hover in place an inch or two above the deck. He tried to struggle, but only his eyes could move as the pressure mounted to a crushing intensity.

While he hovered there, Liara T'Soni put away her sidearm, removed her helmet, dropped it to the deck, and walked around the bulk of her krogan shipmate to stand before Needa. Her CVR-3F boots gave her sufficient lift that she was looking him right in the eye as she stood and regarded him.

After watching him fight to breathe for a moment, Liara said calmly, "On behalf of the ship's company of the Wedge Defense Force starship Normandy, and particularly our late commanding officer, Commander Virginia Shepard, I would just like to say... "

Then she hauled off and headbutted him so hard his world exploded in stars and pain and blackness. Releasing her psychokinetic grip, she let him collapse, crumpling in a bloody-faced heap on the deck, then stood looking down at him for a moment before continuing,

"... apology accepted, Admiral Needa."

Sunday, November 10, 2289
71 Centauri system
Centaurus sector_

"You know," said Ash Williams from the depths of the Minuteman Nine's wardroom hot tub, "for a minute there I thought you were really going to just crush him."

Lying on the sofa, Liara adjusted the ice bag on her forehead slightly and admitted, "I considered it."

"Why'd you stop? Not that I'm complaining," asked Kaidan from behind the bar.

"I was thinking," said Liara slowly, "that it would be very satisfying to just keep tightening my grip... to watch the light go out of his eyes... to get what I told you on Halstead that I wanted. The last thing he saw would have been my face, and he would've known why." She put the ice bag aside, sat up, and made eye contact with Kaidan. "And it occurred to me then that Benezia would have appreciated a moment like that." She shivered slightly. "It is said that all asari eventually become their mothers... but it is a fate I would prefer to delay for a while longer yet."

There was an awkward pause.

"Good call," Ash remarked from the tub.

"Hey, you guys," said Joker from the wardroom door. "Time to get ready. We gotta go watch Kev get his medal."

Actually, they all got medals, but for Kevirin'Zorah - who until just before the operation had been under arrest for the very serious crime of revealing the Flotilla's location to outsiders - the honor was especially sweet. Most young quarians dream of returning from their pilgrimages with a suitably impressive gift for their people, but few dare to dream as big as deliverance from corporate slavery or a largely undamaged Imperator-class Star Destroyer.

"That's assuming the United Galactica Admiralty Court declares her droits of war, of course," Admiral Kar'Havath told the Normandy team, assembled in the Admiralty Board ready room on the Balado after the ceremony. "I suspect they will, though. Think of it - a nearly new super-dreadnought. At a stroke, we'll nearly double the firepower of the Navy."

"You may need it if GENOM decides to try again," said Kaidan, but the admiral shook his head.

"After the way their corporate headquarters - what's the human phrase?"

"Threw Needa under the bus," Joker supplied helpfully.

" - exactly, after that, one doubts they'll be so rash a second time. Not now that they've seen the level of public outcry that resulted from the first one." The admiral chuckled dryly. "It appears the general public may dislike us, but they dislike the Corporate Sector's bonded-labor policies even more."

"Although," Vice Admiral Bel'Ergen pointed out, "we do still have a loose end to tie up."

"True. But I think our young friend here will make short work of that problem," Havath said.

Kevirin took a moment to realize the admiral was talking about him, then said, "... sir?"

"Kid, the job you did on that GENOM computer was the most amazing piece of datasystem work I've ever seen," Havath told him. "Effective immediately, I'm putting you on my staff as the Flotilla's information security officer."

"Uh - I - that is - what?!" Kevirin sputtered.

"Your first assignment will be to find out who transmitted our coordinates to GENOM in the first place - since I know it wasn't you."

Kevirin stared at the admiral as if he'd grown another head for a second, then recovered his aplomb and replied, "Er, well. That could be tricky. Whoever it was would have been very careful to cover his traces." Warming to the topic, he glanced at his friends with what their experienced eyes registered as a sly grin, then turned back to Admiral Havath and went on, "To stand any real chance of uncovering that information, a person would need to have penetrated a secure comms database from the GENOM side of the transaction - one of their really big secure systems deep in the Sector, like the MILARM Admiralty central computer on Halstead. It would take a real datasystems wizard with a qu - with nerves of steel to pull off a hack like that."

Before anyone could comment on that, he rezzed up his omni-tool and projected the image of a pilfered GENOM command memorandum above its emitter, adding in a more offhanded tone, "Although if someone could pull off such a feat, that person would have little difficulty in establishing that it was Rear Admiral Karda'Lek vas Norrath."

Stunned, the other four admirals turned to the end of the table, where their most junior member stared back. Then, as if suddenly realizing what had just happened, Karda'Lek bolted to his feet and went for his sidearm.

A moment later he found himself looking into the cavernous barrel of a krogan M-300 Claymore shotgun as Wrex said pleasantly, "I really wouldn't, buddy."

Thursday, December 12, 2289
QNV Archangel
71 Centauri system
Centaurus sector_

They stayed a month, long enough to see the United Galactica Admiralty Court condemn the captured Star Destroyer as a rightful prize of war - property of the Quarian Navy - and sentence Lorth Needa, the only human survivor of the GENOM operation against the Flotilla, to life without parole in Takron-Galtos for war crimes. As predicted, GENOM itself managed to wriggle off the hook, claiming that Needa's operation was undertaken on his own initiative and without proper authorization, and affirming that the Corporation had neither interest in nor authority to annex the quarian species in this way. On the quarian side, Karda'Lek was exiled - banished forever from the Flotilla - for trying to sell out his people. He went quietly, bitterly protesting that he had only wished to save them from extinction.

Now, as the Flotilla prepared to move on from the 71 Centauri system, the crew of the Minuteman Nine gathered on the hangar deck of the newly rechristened quarian Star Destroyer Archangel to bid farewell to one of their own.

"I wish I could go with you," Kevirin'Zorah vas Archangel told them, "but my place is here now. I suppose I had to grow up sometime."

"Well, listen," said Kaidan, "if you need us, just holler."

"We'll come a-runnin'," Ash concurred, then added with a wry smile, "if you're allowed to tell us where you are."

"After all you've done for us, you'll always be welcome in the Flotilla," Kevirin told her.

Garrus nodded. "We appreciate that," he said, "but for your own security, it's better that we don't know where you're heading from here."

"Yes," Liara agreed. "If we do not know where the Flotilla is, we cannot be made to tell anyone."

"True." Kevirin hesitated, then sighed and said, "For now, I guess this is goodbye, my friends."

"My people say chiren ayyâr," said Ash, hugging him. "Until we meet again - 'cause we will."

"It's been a pleasure working with you," Garrus told him with a clap on the shoulder.

Liara, tearing up a little, hugged him as well and said that she would miss him; Kaidan shook his hand and told him it had been great times. Joker, in spite of his fragility, mustered a great back-slapping man-hug.

"You take care of yourself, man," he said, "or I'm gonna have to come back here and kick your ass."

Kevirin laughed. "Look after yourself as well, my friend," he said. "Keep in touch. I'll keep searching the nets for the latest research into Vrolik's. One day we'll find someone who'll crack it."

"You bet," said Joker. He stepped back, regarded the quarian for a moment, then said, "Awww, c'mere," and gave him another hug before turning and limping into the airlock.

The others followed, one by one, turning back and waving before disappearing into the Minuteman Nine. Finally only Wrex remained, standing next to the door and regarding Kevirin thoughtfully.

Smiling behind his visor, Kevirin inclined his head and said in his best impression of Virginia Shepard's matter-of-fact tone, "Wrex."

With the very faintest quirk of one corner of his wide mouth, Wrex nodded back. "Kev," he grunted, and then he turned and boarded the ship, shutting the outer airlock door behind him.

"Some Work of Noble Note" - Part 5 of Operation Archangel, an Exile Mini-Serial by Benjamin D. Hutchins
Based on characters from Mass Effect by BioWare
Excerpt from "Ulysses" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Special to the Eyrie Productions Discussion Forum
© 2012 Eyrie Productions, Unlimited_

They were a dozen parsecs out and making for the Rim when Garrus joined the others in the control room.

"OK," he said, "I've got a plan. I did a little sniffing around and found out that Pan Worlds Enforcement Inc. is already registered as a hunter-investigator firm out of Omega as part of the ship's old cover for WDF Special Warfare. I just need to figure out a way to hijack the record and list the six of us as the principals. Under false names, of course."

Ash made a face. "Omega? Ugh. Does that mean we actually have to go there?"

"Probably eventually," Garrus said. "Their H-I registrar's not too picky - I imagine that's why SPECWARCOM used it in the first place - but even if there was no other reason, it is a decent place to get supplies."

"Inasmuch as it's a decent place for anything," Joker chipped in from the helm.

"Well, yeah, but when you're us you don't have a lot of options," Kaidan said.

"True that."

"You said you need to figure out a way to do that," Wrex noted. "I take it that means it's not actually done yet."

"Work in progress," Garrus replied. "I hold my own with computers, but I'm no Kevirin'Zorah. I have to admit, we could really use another dedicated info specialist."

"Um... " said a quiet, slightly nervous, completely unfamiliar voice from the back of the room, "... I might be able to help you with that."

The six whirled to see a slim figure half-hiding in the shadow of the stanchion next to the environmental control console. Hesitantly, that figure emerged into the light and stood regarding them: another quarian, this one female, her lightly armored encounter suit mostly black with some red accents and wrappings of a very dark grey fabric. As with all her people, her age was difficult to tell, but from the sound of her voice and her petite build, she might've been in her late teens or early twenties.

"Wh - who are you?!" Joker blurted.

"My name is Arna," she said. "Arna'Havath nar Balado."

"A stowaway, are you frickin' ki - wait a second, Havath?" Ash blurted. "Are you the admiral's daughter?!" Arna nodded, a trifle sheepishly.

"What are you doing here?" Kaidan asked her.

Arna hesitated again, glancing down at the deck; then she seemed to come to some internal decision, raised her phantom eyes to his, and said firmly, "I've just started my pilgrimage."

The Minutemen stared at her for a few seconds, too baffled to speak. Garrus, recovering first, smirked slightly.

"Another mouth to feed," he said.


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