Alter history
This story contains events that are OFF-BASED on an alternate reality of the scenarios of Mass Effect. I do not own any races, weaponry, and some planets that will be mentioned into furthur stories into this project.
War Violence is implimented into the story events along with drama of political arguements. Viewer Discresion is Advised.....
The fate of several thousand pods of Turians are in the fate of one Geth... His name is D. 46710, or as the nickname Sergei 'he' gave himself after he read of a historical infantry man who fought in Human history as the greatest soldier of all time. None of his employers ask why he gave himself such a strange name, a human name at that. But his given name isn't the thing that makes him bizarre from his fellow brethren.
Thee odd behavior recorded by fellow Geth mentioned D.46710 as a Organic lifestyle and feelings like one. He Ran out to pursue its own dream to create life like the so called "God" or "The firstborn". Through the years he gained funds by stealing from fellow mercenaries and businesses but with one or no casualty. This causing the Geth to label him as a "obsolete", for his own protection he created his armor from the densest element know in any kind. Well, an also the fact half of the universe is trying to kill him.
His armor consist of Element Zero, the densest and most unstable metal known throughout the galaxies. An armory of the most dangerous weapons known to alien kind.
But know we must go and see to our little techno friend now and witness his work.
He walks through the hundred of Cell Pods and finds one baby Turian. It giggles at its robot father as the little one rubs his tired eyes. D. 46710 chuckles as he flips a few switches and a small light flashes calling five small hovering drones with pitchfork arms lifting the pod. Sergei waves for the next set of Robots labeled ALPHAS which were the small creatures with pitchfork arms.
Once seven more pods were selected the Turians took a trip to the Class Gene Lab (CGL). Once taken inside the lab after a wave of his Omni-Tool the plasma door slides open as the pods land in eight ground latches, they connect to the pods of awaken children by tentacle-like arms electrifying the bottom as to sticks through the tube and makes the pods stick to the ground like concrete.
"Cell pods are connected to durable CLASS accessories such as Soldiers, Vanguards, Biotics, and Support beings. Check characteristics and behavior for best via Choices_."_ A group of black Geth programmed to be tolerant like him beep in response to agree with his command. Each man one of the Cell Pods, hit a few switches and the pods open spewing the infant lizards.
"Remember my brothers, inject them with the right Auto-Growth hormone and send them to their own cells for the night to meet they're new suits. By tomorrow they will mature to adult growth, give them a nutritious breakfast and wait for they're employers for pickup in the cargo hull." One of the robots wave at D. 46710.
"Goodnight Sir... Command initiated to fellow Squad."
D. leaves the lab as he is greeted by an old friend by the name of Huntre.
_"_Hello Geth Boy. Long time no see... I stopped by to see you minions." He chuckles as he takes a drag of his pipe.
"I wish you wouldn't call my children that, they take it to offense even if you are kidding."
"My apologies friend, you make the finest Turians, that are factory made anyways. If you want I have a fellow by the name of Morellian that could lean you his DNA for some Krogan Purebreds?"
"No. I cannot house any other specimens at the moment till the funds that the Hell Hound Gang were sending me. But once I do I will need to study the species from the beginning to Modern time for Scientific and Organic surveys."
"Understandable Sergei, well I'm going to rest or how you say Charge. Night." He walks up the stairs as D. walks down to the Sub-levels to his room were its furbished with guns, energizing kits and medi-gel canisters. He connects to the process cord and falls into Hibernation. During his first years of being free for my own goals I managed to program my Monitoring System to give me dreams while in deactivation mode.
I wake up to what feels like two earth seconds later from the sound of a knock on the door. I grab a M-27 Scimitar Assault Shotgun.I hit a key near the levitating panel, the door turns crystal clear for five seconds only for me to see one of my employers from the Blood Hounds. The alien subject was a Vorcha, one of the battle woven leaders.
He gave himself after the name of an ancient human in the Name of Vladimir after the man who drank the blood of his enemies. Since his species were spark makers already this could kill a complete central computer with this helping his scare factor, it doesn't help the fact he walks with his Turian Generals who like him drink blood and have formed into demonic creatures over the small five years.
Unlike other Vorcha who despise everything he could tolerate some aliens to an extent of his powers. His Clan consist of Turians, Krogans, Salarians, and of course his own family of Vorchas. I wasn't apart of this Mercenary group, I was just another supplier of another inevitable war. What can I say, "You kill a little to give a little".
He had a partnership with the Blood Pack Gang but were a dangerous enemy to the Black Suns and the Eclipse Merc groups.
"Good evening my Breeding friend, a thousand apologies for showing up unannounced but it was just to hurry on my new children I ordered."
"Yes, right this way Mister Vlad." We walk down to the Cell Rooms with all eight adult Turians inside. "As you can see they're bodies are sculpted to be the best of athletes for their kind. Each color of suits displays what class of fighter they are such as the list shows." I beam in a pad that was connected to the mainframe's wall. It displayed the following.
Red: Soldier
Blue: Vanguard
Green: Engineer
Black: Biotics
"I see Sergei... It seems basic, yet at least this will help me specify them. Good work on your part." His generals open the doors for the Turians without talking they walk over to Vlad's ship. I wave to the children goodbye, I felt so proud of my boys going to have a better life. Vlad walks over to his ship while one of the Generals wave over to the pilot. They Lift off as I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look over to see one of my other mature Turians staring confused at the ship that left my small world.
"W- Where did brothers go father? Will they come back?" I felt the signal of pain without being harmed like how organic mortals feel guilt. I pat his shoulder as we walk away.
"Your brothers were ready to become great warriors for a great cause..." I send a shockwave from my Omni-Tool opening hidden doors and storages for a flood of Turians walk out and begin to chatter to one another as I walk to my room to complete my unfinished rest.
You may wonder why I hid all of these sediments of clones, simple. I only give my second best Turians that can only live half the years a true Turian can. It sounds like slavery cause it is, in a humane fashion. I feed, cloth, arm and everything possible without the reason to treat them like trash or a dead computer. Unlike my competition who throw away the closest problematic offspring.
I save them all to choose their own fate without unloving them. Even if it puts harm to me later in their own life.
Sergei's work astound the scientific community by being the only Geth who wanted to be an Organic being and making fast accelerated life of the Turian species. Though the turian Government wanted him to close down they had to listen to orders of the supreme laws that were passed by the Citadel. Sadly leaders of the Turians in the capital instead hired Mercenary groups to eliminate the Lab and city sized territory D.46710 created. Blood Hounds roam the considered city calling it "Haven", Every day a thousand Turians are spawned in the world to go through an hour a training that equals a lifetime of combat experience.
In the beginning of 2162 war rang out of the Solarece Galaxy over the control of the cloning technology. Sergei Sent his enormous army to conquer all seven "Pure" planets for resources and food. Two years into the battle for so called "Turf War" he became or was considered a Communist Leader and gained support by the Krogans who in 2165 joined his army.
With two of the most dangerous armies he became invincible, from a Geth who cared for life to Supremacy of an entire Galaxy, The Citadel marked him as more feared military Machine. Even passed the Geth and Reapers...
We now go through the vision of a newborn named Hybrid, part Soldier and Support. Allowing him to pick up any turret or heavy and small weapon with ease.
"Theory, Alliance forces are attempting to evade our MACRO Rounds and are reaching orbit. Man your turrets and get into a defensive position on their LZ. I can't see how many are coming at you so make sure you warn your AA units to ready to be HOT."
"Rodger that Forgery we informed all units to stamp out sniping positions near a click South West of the blue sun were the heat radiation is straight on them. Our Support soldiers and Biotics we'll be the bait for the dropped forces. Theory out."
I nervously gripped my Claymore M-300 as I sense the other warships, my comrades and I take Suppressive fire positions as the Men and women file out with guns blazing. Our three biotic Turians click they're fingers as two rifleman burst into hot magma and scream in bloody murder. I raise my Shotgun and slug out two other Alliance members.
A second ship falls through and drops Tesla Rope for other Tangos to spew on us but was cut short as a ML-77 rockets blow a huge chunk out and forces it a crash landing behind us. I turn to meet our Heavy Krogan laughing evilly as he shoots a flare in the air signaling our snipers to start picking off targets on the remaining or still barely breathing Soldiers. Two Support Krogans opening fire with a 144-LMG turrets on the covered Alliances were two that were caught in the open are thrashed into bloody ribbons.
I see on my HUD the marked targets, their life signatures went as fast as they appeared. The snipers shoot a green Smoke Grenade on the house next to them as a Orbital beam destroys the building in seconds. They rush out of the firing ring as we take cover in a Battle Den. I Start to run for the door when I hear a scream.
"Agh! Turian down!" I quickly turn and holster my shotgun to help my comrade up to see shrapnel covering his back. I scoop him up as we crawl together to a fortified bunker. I rush him through the door as the three Krogan Vanguards shut and conceal the metal barrier. I give him a Medi-Gel as I begin to takeout the Metal chunks from his suit. I look around to see other squads of injured and weak men with women of our friendly races, I tried to ignore the dying and focus on not making another man suffer.
Two Geth Medical Droids begin work on the Turian and send us a data update for new orders. It pushes me away and focuses on my comrade I saved.
"Theory We've received news of an Assault in progress. The Fatherland is sending Vorcha units to thin out their offenses. Advise to take a Medical, and Support Unit to dish out firepower and if not able to cover a retreat to the Barracks."
"Rodger, Alright boys! I need TWO fellow fighters to join me on another defensive mission, Who will nut up and gun up? Raise your hand and tell me your name." I grab a Tempest SMG and a few Clips for the cooler units of my guns as a Krogan in HellClash suit storing Medi-Gels and a "Recover Unit" in his chest pouch. He grabs a M-9 Pacifist Sidearm.
"My name is Maric, I WAS a medic for my squad till they were slaughtered by a Templar Nuke. Now I see a time for me to give some pay back to these little pansies." I scan to see that this Krogan is in fact a she! Very Rare to see a female in a battle ground. She grabs two M-8 Predator Pistols.
I nod connecting our Omni-Tools together for her life support to be added to my group as I look for another soldier with the will to fight so we may have a slight chance to win. Or just stay alive.
Maric walks with me through the weak or sick men who even the Krogans looked away. Until we run to a Geth who is cleaning his Pulse Rifle and Widow Material Sniper. I knew he was a bot with few words, I just motion for him to be on my side and he walks over with his rifles.
He hits his Omni-Tool and the droids status is linked with us
He already programs his status to my HUD and our status links to him. The Geth's name was Circuit, classic name by machines I bet he nods to Maric who nods back as we walk out the airfield doors. Just like the Med Bay soldiers of Sergei's Army run frantically for supplies, weapons, or injured. The pilot signals us to a Pred-Bird, I load up onto the passenger doors as I help my comrades pile in.
We lift off to the other side of town, we pass the time with small talk.
"So... Maric, I didn't know female Krogans fought in battle. Were you enlisted or were you always a warrior?"
"Both, after the Birth Plague swept my home world. I couldn't stand only having one child survive the birth process out of ten so I decided to join a Mercenary Group with my Clan Leader." I stay silent for a minute to understand what plague she was mentioning.
"What was your clan leaders name?"
"Morellian, he was a fine Man of all of our kind."
"Morellian... I think I heard Father talk of a Krogan by that name years ago." We land near a battlefield full of bodies of Vorcha and Alliance Military scattered near one another. I pick up an M-8 Avenger and slap a Cooling Clip into it as I motion to move on.
"So Circuit what brings you to the Turf War?"
"Nothing, I considered this a small skirmish to hone my skills on the field. Not anything more than that." He shoulders his Geth Rifle as we enter into another building. Were immediately met fire from 12 and 3 o'clock as we sweep to cover.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!" I look over to see three Vorchas setting their rifles down with blood flowing eyes meaning, they're enraged. I cautiously move towards them.
"Whose in command for your squad?"
"No one sir, he was killed from the breach charge in the Sub-Levels. W survived the first few waves till they brought Infiltrator Mechs then we were forced to run to the middle levels and hide with the dead."
"Cowards! You call yourselves Vorchas..." I stop Maric from saying anymore as a gleam from across the hall. Oh fuck.
"Snipers!" My team roll to cover.
The other found comrades weren't so lucky as they cry in pain while blood spews out their chest and stomachs. Our Geth droid tosses a Cluster Grenade directly at the opposition. Once it explodes I slide out of cover with my Avenger Assault Rifle.
"Cover me!"
I hear Circuits Widow Maker fire shots over my head as Maric rushes with me duel firing her Predator Pistols. I dive behind a blown out unknown vehicle. I peek over to almost have my cranium blown straight off.
"Shit! Circuit. Suppress those bastards while I try to find a suitable flank position. Maric! Start towards the injured. If you can save them try too. Now!"
I don't begin to sprint until I can sense the humans reticules are now attempting to target the Geth droid as I begin to climb the stairs to the snipers left side. I peer through a corner of cover to see them totally exposed. I ready my Claymore M-300, take a deep breath and rush them as I open fire executing the last two hostiles in seconds.
"All Clear team!" I Roll dive down to the safety of ground level as I sprint to my fellow fighters. Maric is at work bandaging up one of the three Vorcha soldiers. His side bleeding but seems to be able to continue fighting. Circuit following behind me, from what I can tell how he's walking this seems like nothing but another exercise for combat.
"Good job. For a fleshy anyways."
I merely chuckle as the TAC-COMM lights up in warning. Not good.
"Theory! Be advise, 30+ tango's are moving onto your position with HTM's (Heavy Kill Teams) about to touchdown on your vicinity in twenty seconds! Were sending out a Field Marshall, along with four extra Krogans. Forgery out."
"Shit..... Everyone to defensive positions!! Circuit. Take the elevated sniper nest, they're should be plenty of Cooler Clips for your rifle. The rest of you follow me!" While our sniper rushes to his coordinated position while I manage to find a suitable debris for proper defensive firefight. With Maric and the new Vorcha named Versillion positioned next to her getting injected with a Med-Gel. I wait nervous as ever on the opposing attack, wishing I live through this skirmish.
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