Mass Effect 3 Re-Imagined Chapter Eight Part One: Story Time With Tim

Hello again, faithful followers of this blog! I’m Timothy Scott Purvis and this is the next installment of my fan story Mass Effect 3 Re-Imagined written for my wife Christmas 2013. Mostly because of how disappointed we both were with those final fifteen minutes of the game. Of course, it was difficult to rewrite without changing the entire story. Which might be why the developers went with the asinine ending they went with. Even so, I think I came up with something amusing and special. So I’m sharing it here.

No, I didn’t edit it any. Mostly because it IS a fan story and I have other things to do. So, you’ll just have to be content with the unedited insanity that is my rewrite of the game. There are grammatical errors. There are inconsistencies with plot. There are moments that will make you go, ‘What?’ But, in my defense, it’s no worse than what Bioware gave us back in 2012. So take that Triple A developers!

Anyhow, here is chapter eight part one of ME3RI.

(PS: Yes, I am copy pasting a lot of these lead ins. Pretty much because there are a lot of chapters to post and I’m doing this waaaayyy ahead of time when they will pop up through scheduling. If you’d like to skip ahead to where the chapter begins, by all means, knock yourself out.)






Mass effect particles dissipate as the SSV Normandy drops out of FTL warp and enters the homeworld system of the turian empire. The ship makes its way towards Palaven, the third world in the system. Several turian frigates escort the vessel inward towards Palaven. As the Normandy enters orbit, a shuttlecraft drops from the Normandy’s hanger bay and heads planetside.

     The shuttle lands at a bay designated for it near the capital of the main turian primacy. As the doors open, Genevieve exits and looks around. Her suit is pressurized for the environment but she is able to breath the atmosphere. Her visor blocks out the most damaging of UV rays from the Trebian sun. She stands impressed at the sight of large metallic buildings rising thousands of meters up towards the sky. All are angular and seemed designed to minimize the effects of the sun on its inhabitants. She sighs in contentment.

     Three turian military officers approach from the shuttle arrival facilities and salute as they near.

     “Commander Shepard,” the lead officer, General Kar’us, begins. “Welcome to Palaven. The primarch addressant is ready to receive you.”

     “Primarch addressant?”

     “Yes, commander. She is in charge of affairs planetside while the primarch is away.”

     “And where is the primarch?”

     “Urgent business on Tauntest. Next star system over,” Kar’us says as they walk towards the waiting bay in the nearby building. “In the interim, Addressant Hanra Dr’ouss will be answering all questions you may have. Our government takes your arrival very seriously. We’re also hoping you can intervene in a small matter of some import.”

     Genevieve looks at him with puzzlement, “I was hoping to speak with your primarch. What do you need from me so soon?”

     “An old ally of yours, Wrex, has made a request of the hierarchy. We can’t directly answer him without the primarch, but we understand you may be in a position to assist.”

     “Wrex is here?”

     “Yes, commander. Will you meet with him?”

     “Of course. It’s just surprising. I’d heard that I should expect something of the sort, but I don’t know what Wrex could possibly want from your primacy.”

     “Yeah…that is something you should take up with him,” Kar’us says with a frown. “I wish we were in the position to help but…there’s a lot of history there.”

     “I see,” Genevieve replies shaking her head. “Let’s find out what’s going on.”

     Behind Genevieve follows Liara and Vickers. Both remain quiet and follow the two towards the nearby building. Two guards salute Kar’us as the group enters and heads down a short hallway. The slick and metallic looking materials lining the hall reminds Genevieve of a starship with an art deco design. She knows the construction with its ofttimes disproportionate fittings are designed to mitigate the heat from Trebia and that the silverish mineral ore used has particular UV absorption properties. The angles of the construction on walls and building exteriors allow easier management of the solar output, the turians having long since discovered the technique of using the UV as a source of heat during their short winters and storing the spare solar energy in special reserves located beneath the cities.

     The group enters a meeting room where they find three turians and one krogan pacing the room across from one another.

     “Well isn’t this an unsuspected surprise,” Genevieve begins crossing the room towards Wrex. “What business do you have on Palaven, Wrex?”

     Wrex smiles and goes to clap his hand roughly on her shoulder, “Shepard! Nice to see a friendly face! All these hardasses know how to do is to stare menacingly. Not real effective on a krogan but who am I to spoil their hopes?”

     “Commander Shepard,” a female turian speaks and steps forward offering a salute. “Primarch addressant Hanra Dr’ouss. I’m operating in place of the primarch while he is away.”

     “Addressant. What’s all this about?”

     “It’s about saving my people, Shepard!” Wrex says waving his hand in the air for emphasis. “We’ve discovered the means by which the turians delivered the genophage. Been doing some research with an associate and we think we’ve discovered a way to undo the genetic marker for it, but we need the device to test it. The primarch isn’t here and no one wants to own up to knowing anything about it.”

     “As we’ve explained to your krogan friend we cannot discuss classified documentation of that nature. Only the admirals have access to those files, and the primarch, of course. But he isn’t here to authorize the krogan’s demands.”

     Genevieve closes her eyes for a moment and then looks to the addressant, “What exactly is this device?”

     “I don’t know anything about it. I’ve tried to contact a few admirals and the only thing I got in reply was that it was dismantled some centuries ago.”

     “Unlikely,” Wrex says. “To keep the genophage going the hierarchy is going to have it stored somewhere. Salarian intrusions on Tuchanka only deal with small pockets of krogan that show signs of adaptation to the phage.”

     “How did you find this out?” Genevieve asks as she approaches a window and removes her visor.

     “You’re not the only one with friends, Shepard. Wouldn’t be right to say anything more in front of the turians. You know how they are.”

     The group of turians glares at him and Hanra steps forward, “I would like to be able to offer an answer one way or another but without the primarch here to authorize any investigations I cannot do anything more.”

     “Some addressant you are,” Wrex scoffs and resumes pacing.

     “My privileges are limited. I am the voice for the primarch not his replacement.”

     “What about the request I’ve made, addressant?” Genevieve asks.

     “Permission has been granted to assist in changing the IFF of the Trebia relay. From what I understand the Normandy should be on her way now with reinforcements to take care of the matter.”

     “Well, that’s one thing out of the way.”

     “Short mission, eh, commander?” Vickers says from where he waits with Liara by a wall.

     “Gives us some time to help out an old friend,” Genevieve forces a smile and turns to the addressant. “When will the primarch return?”

     “He didn’t say. He isn’t expected back anytime soon. All I can tell you is that we can’t help out the krogan at this time.”

     “I want that device!” Wrex growls and steps forward his finger waggling angrily in the air towards her.

     “Or what? You’ll go on a rampage? You’ll find the turians a little more competent than you’d care to admit! This meeting is over! Once the primarch returns, I’ll send for you and HE can deal with you!”

     The turians leave the meeting room and Genevieve frowns.

     “So what do we do now, Shepard?” Liara asks as Genevieve sits down and rubs her face.

     “We should just gun down as many of those bastards as possible!”

     “Wrex,” Genevieve looks up at him as he continues pacing. “That will hardly solve your problem.”

     “No. But it’ll make me feel better,” Wrex chuckles.

     “These things can’t be rushed. It’s called diplomacy,” Genevieve replies. “Besides, even if you got whatever device this is now, it would still take some time to implement whatever the plan is you have.”

     “It will take nearly two years. I’m aware of that. Still, wouldn’t be right to not push the issue. Gotta remind them we’re still krogan. Else, the scalebacks might think we’re pushovers.”

     “Krogan diplomacy at its finest,” Liara grins and walks over to Genevieve.

     “It’s gotten us this far,” Wrex replies. “Though it’s good to see you’re doing good, Liara. See, I can be diplomatic.”

     “Nice. We can’t help you at the moment, Wrex. But maybe we can head to Tauntest and talk to the primarch in the interim. What do you think, Shepard?”

     Liara sits down next to Genevieve and perches nearly on the edge of the couch with a straight back. Genevieve looks at the oddly shaped patterns of wall paneling across the room and sighs.

     “It couldn’t hurt, I don’t suppose. Once the Normandy gets back, we’ll take the shuttle and head over to Tauntest…”

     “Or, and hear me out on this, you could stick around and help me with a little project.”

     The group turns and sees Garrus walking into the meeting room. Genevieve is on her feet in a flash and quickly heading his way. She wraps her arms around his neck and he hugs her back.

     “It’s good to see you too, Shepard.”

     Genevieve draws Garrus in close for a long kiss and rubs his cheeks with her hands. Garrus almost seems to blush as he notices the looks from the others in the room.

     “Uhm…so…you all are looking…well.”

     Genevieve pats his cheek with her right hand, “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

     “Who, me? I…don’t know what you mean.”

     “Still rufflin’ Garrus’s feathers, eh? Heard that about you,” Wrex chuckles as Genevieve lets go of Garrus.

     Garrus coughs and pulls out a data pad, “Yes, well. I’m not the only one getting ruffled apparently. You make quite an impression wherever you go, Wrex. The hierarchy is in a tizzy over your request. I’ve got some data for you that might help. The device does still exist. It was called the Deterant. It’s locked away in a pretty isolated facility.”

     Garrus hands the data pad to Wrex who looks it over, “Thanks, Garrus. It’s exactly the present I was hoping for.”

     “Yeah, well, we’re not stealing it and you’re still waiting. The primarch will be back by the end of the week. Given what I know about you and your ‘friend’ in the STG, you can afford to take a few days and still be on schedule.”

     “You know a lot more than you’re letting on, Vakarian. You some sort of spy now?”

     Garrus chuckles, “No, but I do know a lot of people including the primarch. And my father is an admiral with a lot of pull. Basically, this is the Vakarian way of saying that your request is being taken under advisement and that you should cool your jets while we do this through the proper channels.”

     “Hmmm. I suppose I can take a short breather. What do you have by way of krogan entertainment around here?”

     Wrex walks towards Garrus and Garrus shakes his head slightly, “You might want to check out Goun district. All sorts of seedy venues that a man like you might enjoy. Just ignore the stares you’ll inevitably get from some of the patrons.”

     “What? Are you kidding? Wait til the get a load of my own stares.”

     “I’m sure that would be something to see,” Garrus replies as Wrex claps him on the shoulder and leaves the room.

     “Take it easy, Wrex,” Genevieve calls after him.

     “You too, Shepard. Try not to kill all the reapers before I get there!”

     “I’ll try to contain myself,” Genevieve says with a grin. “So what’s this project of yours?”

     “Here, take a look,” Garrus pulls out another data pad and hands it to Genevieve. “Our scientists discovered a ruin deep in the Argus mountains. No one had found it before, not even tomb raiders. About seven months ago, some researchers were investigating unusual energy readings coming from a natural water field in the midsts of the Crichen forest chain. There were a series of caves under a lake and some divers went in. They found ruins deep within the cave network.”

     “So you’re exploring ruins now?” Genevieve looks up at him.

     “I thought maybe they might help to understand our conflict with the reapers. The ruins are old.”

     “You have no way of knowing if your ancients were space travelers. I don’t see how old ruins on Palaven will help you understand the reapers,” Liara says and stands up. “Though, I’m not going to lie, I would love to see them for myself.”

     “And you’re more than welcome to come along, Liara.”

     Genevieve shakes her head, “You two can go ahead, then. I’m not really much of a diver.”

     “You wouldn’t have to dive, Genevieve. We’ve made an entrance from above. Most of the ruins are located in a section of the caves that are not submerged. I’ve found something interesting there that you have got to see. When I heard you were coming, I dropped everything and got back to Cipritine as quickly as possible! You have to come and see! Or, are my eyes not wide enough for you?”

     Garrus hunches down to just below Genevieve’s level of eyesight and looks up to her trying to make his eyes look wide and innocent as possible. Genevieve laughs and looks up with a sigh.

     “Alright, let’s go see this ruin of yours.”

     Garrus rises back up to his full height and grips her shoulders to pull her in for a tight hug, “Thanks, Genevieve! You’ll love it! It’s like turian architecture but it is so different that we don’t even know who built it!”

     “Just how old is this ruin anyway?” Liara asks doing some calculations on her personal data pad.

     “No one is sure, but our scientists are suggesting somewhere in the range of sixty to seventy million years.”

     “That’s…incredible. Are you sure?”

     Garrus shrugs at Liara, “It’s at least that old. Could be older. It’s pretty far down into the strata.”

     “So, this ruin you found could be before the deterioration of Palaven’s atmosphere? And before the turians themselves even existed?” Liara stares at Garrus in shock.

     “Yes, it’s looking that way,” Garrus says as the group leaves the room. “It’s very advanced. It makes me wonder if whoever built it faced the reapers. And if so what can we learn about the reapers?”

     “That’s a lot of what ifs, Garrus,” Genevieve says. “It could be a wild goose chase, and even if it does show promise, we’re talking about years of exploration and uncovery to figure out who they were and what they knew.”

     “True. However, you now find yourself with some down time as you wait for the Normandy to get done with their work and for the primarch to return. If you intend on helping Wrex that is.”

     “And let’s not forget about hitting that lab on Kar’shan,” Vickers puts in as they all replace their visors and head across the exterior landing way towards a turian shuttle.

     “Kar’shan? Isn’t, uh, Kar’shan under reaper control now?” Garrus looks to Genevieve with a cautious expression.

     “Yeah, it’s a long story. Suffice it to say the batarians have a lab there that may reveal a weakness against the reapers. I’m still mulling over whether it’s a good idea or not.”

     “Damn, Shepard, don’t you ever take a day off?”

     Genevieve looks up at Garrus and smiles from underneath her visor, “Where would be the fun in that?”



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~Timothy S Purvis


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