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Mass Effect/AEC Chapter 12: Plans


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Main Conference Room, TRS HQ, Bekenstein, Boltzmann, Serpent Nebula, May 24, 2196

Rodan walked into the conference room with a Turian female. Her facial markings were a fierce neon red that clashed with her cream colored scales and short fringe. She wore the dark uniform of the Turian Fleet.

“Colonel, this is Captain Valena D’arqui, she is the Hierarchy’s rep,” said Rodan. We shook hands. The name sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it.

“It is an honor to meet you Colonel, Rodan speaks highly of you,” she said. The way she said Rodan’s name, with a mixture of confidence and familiarity made me even more curious but the others were waiting.

I pointed at chair by the conference table, “Right this way.”

Rodan pulled the chair for her then took the one next to hers. She batted her eyes at him but he didn’t seem to notice. Whatever the connection between the two would have to wait. I nodded to Galeena.

“Our intel suggests that the terrorist are massing a fleet,” the image of a planet appeared over the table,”in geostationary orbit over Korlus. Former batarian members of the Blue Suns landed on the planet eighteen months ago and engaged other ex-Blue Suns troopers, mostly humans and turians, as well as a large number of tank born krogan. According to reports they raid an area for starship parts, hold it until they extract whatever they are looking for, then retreat back to the fleet.”

“Nothing but pirate gangs fighting each other for scraps,” said Sovik, a salarian diplomat and Council representative.  Major Rentola, from STG, stared at him in disgust.

“Mr. K’adar?” I said

Jatak K’adar, Galeena’s contact with the abolitionist, and the man that escaped the slaver ship in a pod back on Arborea, stepped up, “We tracked multiple shipments of weapons, eezo and other materials to the same fleet in the last twelve months. Shipments that fit with the money transfers from Dah’tan Manufacturing in Camala. A large amount of eezo for an unknown purpose.”

“Plus, these very same pirates have attacked dozens of colonies in the last decade, raided hundreds of ships and enslaved thousands. And there is this,” I played a vid from the Alliance interrogation of Had’dah.

Your time is at an end humans. Soon, the Gods will rise from the Deep and cleanse the galaxy clean of your filth!

“These pirates are led by mad men like this. Men willing to commit mass murder of Alliance and Citadel citizens in broad daylight I may add,” I said.

“Well, yes, but, Korlus is in the the Terminus Systems,” said Sovik.

“We can always wait until the launch a major raid on a human, turian or even salarian colony. That is if Alliance and Turian forces were not already stretched thin across Citadel space. After who knows how many lives are lost I’m sure we could scrape up a force to hunt them down in their hiding places across the Terminus. Or we can take them down before they mobilize the fleet,” I said.

“How many?” asked Captain D’arqui.

“Twenty plus heavy transports converted into war frigates. Heavy barriers, sizable broadside batteries and GARDIAN point defense systems, but no armor or spinal mounts to speak off,” said Rodan.

“My cruiser task force is on standby. Just six cruisers, but more than a match for these raiders. But I don’t have enough ships to engage the fleet of that size and cover the local relay if they make a run for it,” said Captain D’arqui.

“We have four cruisers and two escort carriers available, plus a command ship. The fighters and cruisers can cover the relay for any runners and we can coordinate from the Daedalus,” I said.

“Meanwhile,” Sovik opened his mouth to interrupt Major Rentola but the Major stared him down, “our teams can raid those base areas and cut off their supplies, plus get more intel on their intentions and capabilities.”

“Then we are ready to go. Any more questions?” I asked.

“Yes, just one,” quipped Sovik, “What happens after this little operation of yours?”

I cracked a smile. The admiral warned me about this, “Then we go on to support Mr. Jatak’s people. The abolitionist have scarified much to hamper the rise of a new Hegemony. I think it is time to give them a chance to built an alternative, don’t you think?”

“Yes, of course. A friendly batarian government would go a long way to stabilize the region,” said Sovik.

“Yes it would, Mr. Sovik.”

“Very well. I leave this in your capable hands, Colonel Thompson-Ramos, Good luck,” said Soovik. He left with Major Rentola in tow.

“I have to go and coordinate with the task force. It was good to see you again, Rodan,” said Captain D’arqui.

I walked over to him as the door closed behind her, “What was that all about?”

“Oh, that, nothing…just an old friend, well more than a friend. She is my ex,” said Rodan.

“Ex as in ex-wife?”

“Yes, sir.”

“This won’t be a problem, I hope?” I asked.

“Of course not Colonel. She is a professional,” he said.

“Good answer. Prep the shuttle, we leave ten,” I said.

We exchanged a quick salute, “Yes sir.”

Mr. Jatak tapped me in the shoulder,” Colonel?”

“Yes?”

“I never had the chance to properly thank you for saving my life back in Arborea. Someone else would have simply turned me over to the local authorities,” he said.

“Captain Galeena made a convincing argument on your behalf, Mr. Jatak. Besides, the intel you provided saved a lot lives and may save many more,” I said.

“I hope so, Colonel. Perhaps one day humans and batarians might even call each other friends,” he said.

I shook his hand, “I say that day is today.”

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