Mass Effect: Imperial Glory

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Imperial Glory Chapter Sixteen: Frozen Secrets - Preparations.


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INF Normandy, May 5th, 2193. 0840 Hours.

"Relay cleared, we are in Imperial space again." Pressly announced, with a sigh of relief.

"Hooked into secure buoy." Normandy informed.

John rose, "Hold for now, I'll be in the Comm room." He ordered.

He walked into the comm room, "Normandy, get a line to Arcturus, High Admiral Hackett's office."

The vidscreen activated, Hackett appearing, "Commander, glad to see you're in one piece. We were almost ready to send a SAR squadron out after you." The High Admiral greeted.

"We had some.. technical difficulties Admiral. We took out one of Saren's installations and had a nice chat with Sovereign. By the way, you owe me 400 Thalers." John said.

"So it is an actual Reaper, interesting. How was the conversation?" Hackett asked.

John smirked, "One sided, more or less. And I think I pissed him off. He confirmed a few things we have suspected however, the Reapers have been active for a very, very long time. A full transcript and recording of the event is uploaded with the reports."

Hackett nodded, "I'll make sure Intelligence and the Inquisition get copies, and get it forwarded to Citadel Station and High Terra. Is there anything else you need Shepard?"

"I need a place to drop off a Salarian Infiltration Regiment and I have a former employee of Saren for the Inquisition. We've run into a bit of a dead end in the hunt, so I'm holding here for now." John stated.

"Affirmative Shepard, I'll see what I can do, and I'll send you the money. Arcturus out." Hackett finished as the channel closed.

"Normandy, have Gruna come to the Comm room please." John asked.

"Auxiliary Warren is on her way." Normandy replied after a moment.

"Thank you." John said.

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As he waited he thought about the newest addition to his crew. He had looked Gruna's records up, she was indeed a former Auxiliary. Unlike she thought however, she was not a deserter. She had served a full commitment to the Auxilia, a 5 year tour with combat, and had been mustered out while on leave. She had been shocked when he had informed her of that.

He was broken out of his reverie by Gruna entering the Comm room, "You called for me my Lord?"

"Yes." John replied, "We're hooked into the Imperial HyperComm Network. I thought you might like to contact your family."

Gruna nodded, "I would very much. But what if--"

He stopped her there, "They're your kin, don't worry about it. All they want is to hear from you, to know you're alright. Now go on, and take all the time you need." John finished, moving toward the door.

"Lord Shepard?" Gruna asked, turning.

He stopped, turning back to her, "What?"

She look at him, "Would you, stay?"

John smiled, nodding, "I'll be here." He said, taking a seat.

Gruna turned back to the console, "Normandy, would you connect me to Tuchanka, Warren Homestead, Military line 44743, authority 2?"

"Channel open." Normandy announced.

The vidscreen activated, showing the interior of a large room, gray cut brick, in the Tuchankan capitol style. Sitting at the large desk was an aged Krogan male, with a wicked scar across his crest and down the left side of his face.

"Gruna?" He said in shock.

"Hello Holsted. It is good to see you again after so long. Is David available?" Gruna asked.

"Of course, I'll put you through." Holsted replied.

The vidscreen switched to another office. This one done in ornate darkwood and gold inlays, a distinguished looking Terran male was standing behind the desk, a drink in his hand. As he caught sight of the transmission he sat his drink down, his gray eyes going wide, "Gruna, is it you?"

She smiled broadly, "Yes Father, It's me."

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I am better than I have been for a long time. I'm back in Imperial Space. I don't know when I can get to the homestead but I promise I will come home and tell you everything as soon as I can." Gruna stated.

"You better. I prayed for word about you everyday these past 9 years. You don't know how good it is to know you're alive Daughter. The Gods are truly kind." David said.

"Yes, they are. How are Mother, and Joe, and Fred, and Blake?" Gruna asked.

"Annanora is fine, we're expecting again. Winifred finally got into the Combat Engineering brigades like she's wanted, Second Lieutenant. Blake graduated from the Mars Academy, he's an architect now. Governor Callo's already asked him for help in redesigning the facilities at Jotha. Joseph's been promoted again, Captain. They've given him his own armor unit. He found himself a mate, a pretty Krogan girl, a pilot too. You should come home before the wedding, it's in August." David finished.

"I can't promise anything Father, but I will try. We're waiting for a transmission from Arcturus, so I need to get off this channel. I love you Father, give the rest of the family my love. I'll see you soon." Gruna said, fighting back tears.

"I'll let everyone know. Stay safe Daughter, remember the code. Come home soon." David said as the channel closed.

John quietly rose, walking over to her. She didn't notice him for a moment. Finally she turned.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

Gruna buried her head into his chest, hugging him and letting her emotions run free. He held her while she cried.

After a quick moment she stopped, looking up at him, "You don't know how much that, this, everything means to me. I didn't know just how much I missed them until just then. I never want to experience that again. I owe you.. a great deal."

"Any other Terran Noble would do the same in my place. You know that." He said.

"You're right, I do. Lord Shep--" She started.

He cut her off, "I think we can skip the formalities, call me John."

Gruna smiled, "Thank you, John." She leaned forward, pressing her snout against his face, their lips connecting. She parted her lips, sliding her tongue against his lips before sliding it in to duel with his.

They pulled apart after a moment, Gruna looking into his eyes. John noticed her face was happy, for the first time. Her eyes were twinkling, it was a lovely sight.

"Sorry to interrupt Commander, but we have a transmission incoming, Red Priority." Normandy announced.

"It's alright Normandy, put it through." John said, moving over to stand in front of the vidscreen.

It activated instantly, displaying the visage of Inquisitor Dalton. "Spectre Shepard, it is good to see you again." He greeted.

"Likewise Inquisitor." John replied.

Dalton arched an eyebrow, "Another retainer?"

"A new one, yes. I trust her." John stated.

"Just making sure Spectre, you know how paranoid we are. Now, we've looked over your reports from Virmire. Empress Sativia wanted me to pass along her praise, she's busy at the moment with business off Terra. There's a military convoy moving through the Ganges system, it's a little more than a day away from your position, you can off-load the STG and your Asari guest to them. You also can hook up with the rest of the convoy. They're headed for Noveria, the orders have been given to place the planet under Imperial control." Dalton said.

John was curious, "That's a bold move Inquisitor, what brought that on?"

"Alot has happened since you've been out of contact Commander. We Humans have a new race to call our brothers, and Exo-Geni has been exposed as a front for Cerberus. They have been outlawed. An assault force spearheaded by the Tenth Fleet and including a full Imperial Army Corp and several Marine Combat Brigades are preparing to move on the corporate capital. The convoy will be passing through Ganges in 6 hours, I'm ordering them to wait there for you. Commander, we have reports that Matriarch Benezia is on Noveria. I assumed you would want to be part of the assault force." Dalton finished.

"Oh yes. We'll link up with them as soon as possible. Tell me there's a FCST with the convoy?" John replied.

"As far as I know there are two, and a SuperCarrier flying overwatch. Got banged up in the Traverse?" Dalton asked.

"In a manner of speaking. Anything else?" John said.

"Just that you'll be meeting the newest member of Imperial Special Tactics and Reconnaissance, Commander Aaron Everett. Good hunting Shepard." Dalton responded.

"Thank you Inquisitor, Shepard out." John said as the channel closed.

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"Pressly, plot a course for the Ganges system." John ordered as he entered the CiC. Sliding into the Commander's chair he hit the comm, "Adams, I need the core and engines gunned as best as you can. We're rendezvousing with a convoy a few systems over."

"Everything will hold together, but if I push the engines too far they might not last for another transit.", Adams replied.

"There's a pair of Fleet Combat Support Tenders and a SuperCarrier with the convoy, don't worry about them lasting." John explained.

"I'll have us at 140% output shortly Commander, Engineering out." Adams stated.

"Updating speed numbers, ETT to Ganges is 20 hours." Pressly informed.

"Hit it then X/O, let's get moving. You have the bridge Pressly." John finished.

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Med Deck, INF Normandy. 1015 Hours.

Liara was studying her computer terminal heavily as John walked in.

"Liara?" He said.

She started, looking back, "John, I am sorry, I was engrossed in my studies."

"I understand. You heard we're going to Noveria?" John asked.

Liara nodded, "Yes I have. I sense you're about to tell me something grave."

"Intelligence reports that Matriarch Benezia is on Noveria, that's why we're joining the assault." John explained.

"Benezia. I see." Liara said.

"I thought you should know." John stated.

"Thank you John. It feels like we're near the end, doesn't it?" Liara asked.

He nodded, "Yes. One way or the other, it will be over soon."

She rose, "We will win. I have no doubt of that, not anymore. Whatever happens John, I wanted you to know, it was an honor fighting beside you."

"It's not over yet. You've been an instrumental part of this Liara, we couldn't have done it without you." John said.

"You flatter me John. It is I who should be thanking you, for everything." Liara replied.

John smiled, "Well you're welcome. I'll let you get back to your studies."

"Good bye John." Liara said, turning back to her terminal.

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INF Normandy, Officer's Mess, 1040 Hours.

"So your older brother is an armor commander in the Krogan Army?" John asked.

Gruna nodded, "Yes. He joined the Khan's forces at 16, between Father's name and his own skills he was immediately commissioned as an officer. He loves the Cavalry, he can go from riding Stoval Battlechargers on a remote patrol to commanding Rhino's and Oliphants on missions. Your turn."

They were alone in the mess as they ate and talked, waiting for Tali and Natalya to show up as well. John was enjoying the conversation immensely. He loved Tali and Natalya with all of his heart, but sometimes he just wanted another proper Terran around, and Gruna was that. Raised as a Terran in a Noble House, with all the knowledge of customs and protocol, blood and standing.

He smiled, "Well I'm one of the elder pair, but my twin brother, Benjamin, he was a Hunter in the Inquisition. Joined up with them right out of the Academy. A couple of months back they promoted him to full Inquisitor, don't know where he's stationed yet."

"An Inquisitor and a Spectre in the same generation. No wonder House Shepard is renowned throughout the Empire. Alright, my younger brother, Blake, he was always the smart one. Always quick to learn new things and adapt to changing situations. I guess he finally decided to be an architect, and an education from the Mars Academy will give him the prestige he needs to work on anything, anywhere in the Empire." Gruna shared.

"Your Father said something about him working on a project in Jotha, that's one of the regional capitals on Tuchanka isn't it?" John asked.

"Yes it is. The Governor always talked about wanting to modernize the Fleet support facilities there, most of the buildings are patched or prefabs left over from the First Contact War. It seems he's finally decided to go ahead with it. My family owns a substantial stake in the Aerospace industries there, I'm sure this will be quite profitable." Gruna explained.

John nodded, "My turn again. One of my younger brothers, William, he's a Marine Aerospace Pilot and has his own Ground-Attack Squadron attached to the Sixth Fleet. We ran into him a few weeks ago, on Camala."

"My younger sister, Winifred, has always wanted to get into the Krogan Army Reserve as a Combat Engineer, it seems she has. She's a genius with small-scale engineering and mechanical repairs. When she was about 13, she took one of our 2-ton harvesters apart and put it back together herself, just to see how it worked." Gruna said.

"Sounds like House Warren has a very promising future ahead." John remarked, finishing a biscuit.

"Indeed. Speaking of the future, I'd like to talk about earlier." Gruna stated.

John nodded, pushing his plate away, "So would I. First thing's first. I assume you know the situation?" He asked.

"I'm not stupid, I've seen how you treat your chosen females, your wives. However, I know that means something quite different to we Imperials than it does to most races. I know the proper customs, I'd like to thank you for everything you have done for me, if I served you as a consort for a time, that would be suitable. If your mates accepted of course." Gruna replied.

John smiled, "I'd enjoy just having you here. You don't know how much I've missed having another Noble-Born that's not a true subordinate around to speak with. Tali tries, but she was still raised as a Quarian, not as a Terran."

"Trust me, I know. I've spent the last 8 years not seeing another Imperial, let alone being able to talk with a Noble." Gruna said.

John turned as he heard the doors slide open, spotting Tali and Natalya walking in, "Bout' time."

"I wanted to go over the Core again, and Natalya volunteered to help." Tali explained as they got their food.

"All is forgiven. Tell me you didn't find anything." John responded.

"Everything checks out." Tali replied as she sat down with them.

"That is very good news." John stated.

Natalya sat down herself, "So what wasn't in the bulletin?"

"Not much." John started, "Apparently there's another Imperial Race, but I don't have any information. The Inquisition believes Matriarch Benezia is on Noveria."

"Have you told Liara?" Tali asked.

John nodded, "She took it rather well."

"An actual Imperial Race, really?" Natalya asked.

"That's what Inquisitor Dalton said." John answered.

"I wonder what they look like." Gruna said.

"I don't even know what they're called. The convoy should have the information, so we'll find out then. I haven't heard anything about contact with a new species, it must have been a very, very well done operation." John replied.

"So what were you two talking about?" Tali asked.

"Family." Gruna said simply.

"Family is very important to Terrans, isn't it?" Natalya asked.

"Blood is blood. Our parents, siblings, children and kin are the most important things in our lives. I can remember that again, thanks to John." Gruna replied.

Tali smiled, "We all owe John a great deal. Have you figured out how you're going to thank him yet?"

John arched an eyebrow at that.

"That's a very blunt question. It's refreshing. Of course I have, I'd like to warm his, your, bed, for a time atleast, maybe for a long time." Gruna said.

"Good, I was hoping you'd say that." Tali leaned back, "Well, Natalya?"

Natalya looked up, "What, why would I object?"

John looked over, "You sure you're okay with this?"

She nodded, "Of course I am. You've given me and Tali your name. Even if you ever decided to give Gruna the same, it wouldn't change that fact."

"Sometimes you two surprise me, taking such a delightful attitude to this. Reminds me why I fell for you both in the first place." John said.

"So what now?" Gruna asked.

Tali grinned, "Well, we have 14 hours to the rendezvous, why not make the best of the time?"

"I am agreeable to that idea." Gruna said.

"No reason to wait then." John stated, getting up.

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Commander's Quarters, INF Normandy.

They entered his quarters, John turned and set the privacy lock, with the disturbance level set to 'emergency'.

He turned. His pets were standing in the middle of the room, looking at him, waiting.

John leaned back against the wall, "Strip." He ordered, and watched as they began to disrobe, looking them over one by one.

Tali, the woman he had loved for so long and had finally caught. His faithful Quarian, a Princess of her people, a fighter and a thinker. She was smart, prideful, efficient, witty, and elegant. She had a pure enthusiasm for life, and couldn't help but share it. A perfect specimen of her race, soft, luscious purple skin, lithe, compact body, breasts that were larger than her frame should allow, wide hips, short, silky smooth hair, black as oblivion itself. She kept him on his toes, and he loved her for it.

Natalya, his strong Batarian mate. He hadn't pursued her, he hadn't chased her, she had offered everything she had to him, freely and completely. He did not regret accepting it for a second. She was strong, loyal, level headed, funny. A great soldier, not as well trained as he or Tali, but made up for it with a methodical way and experience. A toned, muscular body, she had seen much of war and battle, and it showed, but her body was still feminine, soft and responsive, scarred but not blemished. She had a unique way about her as well, the ability to cut through distractions or obfuscation and arrive at the proper conclusion without any forethought.She wasn't refined, but she kept him centered and grounded, and that made up for any imagined shortcoming.

Finally he laid eyes on Gruna. They had a connection already, running deeper than their shared status. She was a Noble, refined and knowledgeable of custom and protocol. He looked into her striking blue eyes and saw something there, a spark of feeling, love and belonging. He had healed her wound, saved her, and she would never forget that. She was a beautiful example of a Krogan female, large and well built. Full, firm breasts, light, creamy green skin over the softer parts of her anatomy, and those incredibly lovely eyes. She kindled a fire in him that he had almost forgotten, a primal urge to mate a female he didn't have to worry about holding back on rising to the forefront.

His nostrils flared, the scents of them mingling, driving his lusts higher than ever before.

"Gruna, I want you first. On the bed." He stated.

Her eyes flashed suddenly, a sign of her excitement. She complied quickly, sliding onto the bed, bracing herself on hands and knees, tail held high, waiting.

John walked over to Natalya and Tali, kissing both of them. Tali stole his attention for a moment as Natalya started working on his clothing, working his belt and shirt off, then removing his boots and trousers.

He grabbed her as she came back up, pulling her to him and kissing her fiercely. She moaned for him as he ran his hand over her breasts, teasing the nubs. "Do you think you two can entertain yourselves for a time?" He asked.

Natalya smirked, "I think we can find something to do with each other husband, make her yours, we'll wait."

John kissed her again, then turned back to his quarry. Gruna was looking back over her shoulder, watching him, her short tail dipping and swaying back and forth over her lovely rear and slit, which was already glistening with need.

Moving over to the bed he knelt on it, behind her. Running his hands over her rear and tail, eliciting a moan from the girl. Her skin was hot to the touch, partly from her arousal, and partly because Krogan had the same average body temperature as Terrans, several degrees higher than most other species.

John slid a hand down, gently caressing the inside of her right thigh, "I imagine it's been quite a long while for you pet."

"Yesss." Gruna hissed out, her voice low, husky with need.

He smirked, sliding his hand up to the apex of her thighs, gently tracing her netherlips with a fingertip, "Why don't you tell me what you want?"

She hissed, she was very, very close, it had been so long.. "I want you, to slide your fingers into my hot, wet slit until I come, then take me, hard, and make me yours and yours alone."

John leaned close, "I like it when a girl knows what she's after." He said as he plunged two fingers into her tunnel, feeling the tight walls convulsing around them.

A couple of minutes of motion was all it took, he felt her tense suddenly, a long low whine coming out of her mouth as she shuddered, yelling out a cry as her tunnel went wild around his fingers, juices flowing out of her freely.

He was throbbing with need, he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled his fingers out of her tunnel, moving behind her and lining his shaft up with her and hilting himself inside her in one fluid stroke.

Her tunnel was still convulsing from her orgasm, the tightness and heat and rhythm was intense. He stayed still inside her, enjoying the moment.

He heard a cry from Tali suddenly, turning just a bit he saw her and Natalya curled up on the floor together, licking at each other's slits. His attention was brought back to his partner as she started moving, pulling away and then sliding back against him, her tunnel gripping his shaft as it moved out, and sucking it back in eagerly.

Leaning over her, he started kissing her neck, sucking on the sensitive ridge between it and her shoulder. "You feel wonderful pet. I'd forgotten how good a female of your kind is." He said quietly to her.

A groan was drawn from the female, "And I had forgotten how good a Human male, ahh, is. So good, so gooood.." She trailed off into another long moan.

John moved his hands up from her hips to cup her generous breasts, sliding his thumbs over the large nipples as he started thrusting faster and harder. "A fan of Human males? Good girl. How close are you?" He whispered to her.

She was almost beyond speech by now, but managed to reply, "Close master, very close."

That sent a shudder to his very core. "You are something else pet." He ran his tongue up her face, and she turned her head toward him, opening her snout. He redoubled his thrusting as their tongues dueled.

After a time she could take no more, crying out his name as she orgasmed again, her tunnel clenching violently around his shaft. This was all John could take. He hilted himself a final time, releasing, filling her with his seed.

They collapsed together, coming down off their high. He slid out of her and they rolled, John keeping her back against him, their legs twining.

"That was very, very good darling." John whispered to her, but she was already out.

'To be expected, she's had a hell of a day.' He thought, nuzzling her head, then closing his eyes.

He felt two presences climb onto the bed after a few moments, he sensed Natalya sliding up, pressing herself against him, nipping at his ear for a moment before settling.

Opening his eyes he saw Tali looking at him, propped on one arm, her head just visible over Gruna's body.

"Is she staying?" The Quarian girl asked.

"She's staying." John replied sleepily, sliding one of his arms over to caress her face.

Tali pressed into it, nuzzling his hand gently, "Good. We need a Krogan with us."

"I am also glad." Natalya whispered to him.

"My mates are happy. Life is good." John said, closing his eyes again.

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INF Normandy, Ganges System, May 6th. 0605 Hours.

"Relay cleared. Convoy is in system and hailing us." Pressly informed.

"Put them through." John ordered.

A woman's voice tinged in a northern european accent came through, "Commander Shepard, we have been expecting you. This is Admiral Walker, Commander 4th Imperial Battlegroup. The 'Everglades' has a place ready for you, transmitting docking information."

"Thank you Admiral, we're on our way." John replied.

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Flight Deck, INSC Everglades.

As John and his squad looked out from the vehicle bay over the huge flight deck, they saw the immediate area was crowded. Several warriors with plasma carbines and ornate gray and black patterned armor, Inquisition Hunters. A group of Marines and Naval Security, with a tall woman in Admiral's uniform, probably Admiral Walker. Several more groups were walking toward the Normandy as well.

They exited the bay, stepping onto the flight deck, "Admiral Walker?" John greeted.

"Indeed, Commander Shepard, welcome aboard the Everglades." She replied.

One of the Hunters stepped forward, "Lord Shepard, I am Elite Huntsman Saul Weaver. I understand you have a guest for us to escort back to Citadel Station."

John waved one of the Security Marines and Rana forward. They came forward, Rana walking upto Weaver, "Rana Thanoptis, Neurospecialist." She greeted.

"Miss Thanoptis, we have orders to take you into protective custody and escort you to Citadel Station. If you will follow me we can head to the Marathon." Weaver said.

"The Marathon's here?" John asked.

"Iwo Jima is too." A familiar voice rang out.

John turned, "Commander Stapleton, always a pleasure."

Stapleton nodded, "Likewise Commander."

Another man, clad in the black armor of a Force Recon Marine, walked over to John, extending his hand, "Commander Shepard, it is an honor to meet you. Commander Aaron Everett, newest Imperial Spectre."

John shook it vigorously, "Always good to meet another Spectre. Quite an unusual squad you have there." He commented.

"They're Na'vi, the newest Imperial Race. My mate, Neytiri and Warriors Tsu'Tey, Aytucan and Akwey." Everett introduced.

The Na'vi were the same height as a Terran, standing between 7' and 8' feet, but lithe and svelte. Blue skinned, with large amber eyes, and they had long tails. They were covered with black bands of reinforced armorweave that contained servos, but still allowed an incredible range of motion. They wore heavy gauntlets, retractable blades on each, and there was another heavy piece on the end of their tails as well, containing another blade and an integrated energy weapon.

John was impressed, "So this is the new Imperial Race. Na'vi huh? Very nice equipment, but how do they fight?"

John saw one of the females, Tsu'Tey snarl, lunging at him. She moved very, very fast, but he reacted instantly, grabbing her arms in mid-air and twisting her around, holding her tightly to him, his gauntlet blade unsheathed and close to her throat.

A scent drifted to his nostrils, pheromones. They told him a great many things beyond a doubt, she was a warrior, predator, female, unattached.. enticing. He grinned before releasing her, "Not bad, not bad at all. I can see the equipment isn't wasted. Feisty one. Tsu'Tey is your name?"

"Yes." Tsu'Tey replied in a curious tone, intrigued by this man.

"Everett, I've got an open slot in my squad, you mind if I borrow her for the duration?" John asked on a whim.

Everett searched Tsu'Tey's thoughts, then smirked, "Not at all Commander, take care of her."

"Of course, thanks Everett. Tsu'Tey, fall in." John said, motioning beside him.

"You're welcome. Oh, Commander, your brother, Benjamin, he's the new advisor to Queen Mo'at of the Na'vi, he asked me to pass on a message to you when we met." Everett said.

"I see. What is it?" John asked.

"He says 'Hello' and 'I won'." Everett stated.

"Well I'll be damned. New advisor huh? He found himself a Queen." John said.

Everett cocked his head, "Excuse me?"

"Oh, sorry. We've had a running bet since we were about, 10, over who would land the most prestigious mate. I guess he's won it finally. But I have to say, "John paused for a second, looking back to here Tali, Natalya, and Gruna stood, then running his eyes over Tsu'Tey, "It sure doesn't feel like he won."

Everett considered that, "Hrm. That explains it. That's certainly one way to follow Imperial protocol."

"It's one of the things we do best." John replied.

"Commander Shepard, I need to get back to the Marathon, we'll get our passengers to Citadel Station as fast as we can." Commander Stapleton interjected.

"Good luck Stapleton, see you around." John replied.

"Safe travels Commander Shepard, good hunting." Stapleton said as he lead his people and the Hunters toward the Marathon.

Engineer Adams and Chief Valar'Ressk had disembarked, and were already yelling at the Techs bringing equipment over from the maintenance area.

John walked back over to Admiral Walker. "Commander Shepard, we have set aside a barracks for your Salarian guests. I also have a full briefing prepared for you and Commander Everett." Walker informed.

"Wonderful Admiral, thank you. Let me gather the rest of my people and then we can begin." John replied.

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Secured Conference Room 3, INSC 'Everglades', 0715 Hours.

The Conference room was large, but was still packed to the brim. John had brought his entire squad, Tali, Natalya, Gruna, Tsu'Tey, Liara, Jenkins and Shiala.

Everett's squad consisted of his Na'vi, Neytiri, Aytucan, Akwey, and a Quarian Assassin, First Lieutenant Rev'Lar Vas Ellasa.

The X/O of the Everglades, Commander Kolova, Tactical Officer Laffayette, Navigation Officer Kelly. Colonels Cho Lareltelo and Jane Samson of the 121st and 122nd Marine Combat Brigades, and probably a dozen more Navy, Marine, and Auxilia personnel around the huge table.

"Now that we're all here, Everglades, please begin." Admiral Walker ordered when they were all seated.

The holoprojector in the middle of the table flared to life, showing the Pax system, which Noveria was situated in, and several vectors showing incoming fleets.

"Reconnaissance suggests that Noveria is being quickly fortified, they are aware that we will be striking them. Field Marshall Avante-Gotha's plan calls for a quick, shock and awe attack to take out the orbital defenses, then a full landing of the First Imperial Army Corps and the 121st and 122nd Marine Combat Brigades. The IAB 'Terra's Fury' and IAB 'Pride of Mars' are in position with the Tenth Fleet. The IAB 'Titan' and IAB 'Luna's Vengeance' are arriving with a Combat Brigade of the Batarian 7th Auxiliary Ground Forces tomorrow." The AI informed.

"Do we know where Matriarch Benezia is?" John asked.

"Negative Lord Shepard. The Field Marshall believes we will know more once we start the attack." Everglades explained.

Everett spoke, "So we don't know where we need to land yet?"

"Negative Lord Everett." Everglades replied.

"What kind of forces are we expecting?" Colonel Lareltelo asked.

"Intelligence estimates Security Forces strength at the equivalent of an Imperial Combat Brigade. Exo-Geni and Cerberus Regulars and Irregulars are expected. Nearly 50 wings of Strike Craft are based on the surface, as well as heavy ground to air defenses. Unknown numbers of space forces are also expected." Everglades informed.

"We'll kick their asses to hell and laugh about it after." Colonel Samson stated.

Liara leaned forward, "What about civilians?"

The AI sounded amused, "Field Marshall Avante-Gotha's exact words were, and I quote: 'Frak the civilians'."

"I like him already." Gruna stated.

"Anyone on Noveria will be a traitor, either a lowborn or a xeno. Kill them all, I say." Everett remarked.

"Any reports of Geth?" John asked.

"Not at this time. Recon pickets are stationed at all connectors between the Perseus Veil and the Pax system." Everglades answered.

"Any other questions?" Admiral Walker asked.

Silence greeted the question. "Alright, ETA to the rendezvous point is 0900 May 7th. Dismissed." Walker announced.

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Recreation Room 7, INSC 'Everglades'.

John and Aaron had taken over one of the recreation rooms along with their squads, and had hit it off, talking like old friends.

"So you took command of the Iwo Jima?" John asked.

Aaron nodded, "Inquisitor Dalton recommended it. The SR-Frigates are perfect for a Spectre, I understand Block 2 is already slated for other members of Special Tactics and Reconnaissance."

"Good choice. This is your first op as a Spectre?" John replied.

"Yes it is. After the operation on Pandora we went straight to Arcturus for the ceremony. I've been training my people every step of the way. They're quick to pick up knowledge and tactics, so it was easier than I thought it would be. They will acquit themselves well in combat." Aaron answered.

"I don't doubt that. Tell me about the Na'vi." John requested.

"My favorite subject of late. They're tenacious, clever fighters. During the Battle of Pandora we engaged over 40,000 enemies, Exo-Geni Security, Cerberus Irregulars, and Avatars, obedient cloned Na'vi Exo-Geni had engineered as part of their plot to take the Na'vi Crystal for their own. The Na'vi in the village numbered less than 1500, of those, 1200 were able to fight. We armed 45 Royal Guards with extra weapons, the Na'vi themselves had no ranged weapons other than throwing spears. 5 squads of Marines, 45 elite Na'vi armed with ranged weapons, and less than 1200 armed with nothing but knives and spears. We won, but it was a hell of a fight. They're natural warriors, and easily turned into soldiers." Aaron said.

"Amazing. They're an Imperial Race too?" John asked.

Aaron nodded, "They have the proper genetic markers, they're compatible with us. Well, I mean more than the obvious of course." He finished with a smirk.

John chuckled, "Yes, they are very attractive. Is Tsu'Tey always that feisty?"

"More or less. Our pheromones effect them strongly, more so than any of the other races. The reaction can be controlled, and has it's advantages. They are very, very loyal. I'd trust any of them to give up their lives in an instant if I asked, and I know they'd do it for any Terran." Aaron explained.

"That's good to know. While we're on the subject, I kind of sprung that request on you earlier. Do you want anything in return?" John asked.

Aaron considered this, "Not really. I'm sure Tsu'Tey will enjoy the experience. I am one short in my own squad though. I could use a medic. Got one to spare?"

"Liara." John called out, waving her over from one of the tables.

She got up and walked over to them, "Yes John?"

"Commander Everett here needs a medic for his squad. You're the only one I'd trust to recommend. We're going to be working together for this operation so it will mostly be a formality, but you'd be under his direct command." John explained.

"Before you agree to anything, you should know I'm a telepath. I know some species have a problem with that." Aaron said.

Liara's eyes widened at this, "An actual telepath! I've never met one before. How does it actually work?"

"Liara." John said in a chastising tone.

Aaron grinned, "It's alright John, I'm used to it. It just works. Sit, you're obviously curious."

Liara sat down in the nearest chair, "Can you really read minds without physical contact?"

'Yes. Let's see.. your full name is Liara T'Soni, you're 116, alright that's too easy. Wait a minute, you've never mated?' Aaron thought to her.

"Umm, no." Liara said.

"Sorry. It can be disturbing at first. I just want you to know what you're in for." Aaron explained.

John raised an eyebrow, curious about what he had missed.

"I can deal with it. I would be delighted to serve in your squad, and learn more about your abilities." Liara stated.

"Good. That's settled then." John said.

"So, I understand our target on Noveria, Matriarch Benezia is your mother. What's the story there?" Aaron asked.

"It is a long story. My mother and I are not close. I have not spoken to her in many years. I didn't know she was a traitor until John showed up to save me from a band of Geth sent to kill or capture me for Saren. Now I've sworn an oath to end her, and the taint to my name and blood. I cannot rest until I complete that." Liara explained.

"Vengeance and redemption. It will be a pleasure to help you achieve both. Welcome to my squad, Liara T'Soni." Aaron replied.

"I'm going to check on my Engineering crew's progress, why don't you two get acquainted." John suggested as he rose.

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He could have simply commed Adams, but he would rather observe the repairs himself, and the Engineer was more likely to share the full extent of his report face to face.

'Commander, we are being followed.' Wilco informed.

John turned around, watching Tsu'Tey walking toward him.

"Is there something you need?" He asked.

"I thought I should stay with you." Tsu'Tey offered, looking slightly demure.

John made a note that these Na'vi's expressions were the same as Humans so far, "If you wish, come on." He said, turning and moving toward the elevator once again.

It was empty, he walked in, Tsu'Tey right behind him. Punching in the code for the Hangar Deck then leaning back against the wall.

John studied Tsu'Tey as they descended, seeing her trying to do the same surreptitiously. Her eyes were set up just like a Human's, large, the irises purest amber, pupils dark. She had a full head of hair, silky smooth and black as coal, running down just past her shoulders. Triangular ears, set higher and farther forward than on a Human. A flattened forehead, stretching down, including her nose. Sky blue skin, with darker blue stripes patterned over what he could see.

The most interesting feature to him however, was her scent. The Noble-Born sense of smell was acute, and attuned to pick up pheromones much easier than others. Tsu'Tey's scent told him a great many things, just like earlier, but there was something else there, something he didn't quite comprehend just yet.

Suddenly it hit him, "Human."

Tsu'Tey looked at him curiously.

"Your pheromones, there's an undertone to them I didn't realize before. It's Human." John explained.

"I'm not sure I understand." Tsu'Tey stated.

"Just about all species produce pheromones of one type or another. We Noble-Born are attuned to both detect and produce them better than most. Your's tells me things about your race, you are predators, like us. Jungle or forest, not desert or coastal. It also tells me about you in particular. You're female, obviously. A warrior, and unattached. That small enticing scent though.. it's innately Human. I wonder..." He trailed off in thought.

They reached the Hangar Deck quickly, John shaking himself out of his reverie and moving out of the elevator, Tsu'Tey following closely.

There was a small army swarming around Normandy, Security Marines, Naval Security, Naval Techs, the Normandy's own techs, Adams' and Valar'Ressk's crews. The aforementioned Engineer and Operations Chief were supervising a maintenance crane lifting one of the ship's drive pods. John and Tsu'Tey walked over to them.

"I'll kill him myself if he drops the drive pod." Valar said to Adams.

"It's my ship, I get the first shot at him." Adams retorted.

"You weren't the one that had to crawl into the tubes either, I was." Valar replied.

"Fair point." Adams conceded.

"Adams, Valar." John greeted.

Adams turned, "Commander. The repairs are going well. We're going to have to actually replace the drive pods, but thankfully the Everglades has several spares in the inventory."

"That's great news. We'll be good to go by the time we reach Pax?" John asked.

"If we manage not to kill the Navy Techs, the Normandy will be at 100% by tomorrow." Adams answered.

"Excellent. Carry on." John replied.

"I assume you're well acquainted with an SR Frigate?" John asked Tsu'Tey as they walked around the Normandy.

Tsu'Tey nodded, "Yes. We were taught quite a bit about their systems while on the Iwo Jima. Engineer Rickard explained most of the inner workings to me. The technology is incredible."

"Must have been quite a shock, coming from your low-tech world onto a top of the line Imperial Frigate." John commented.

"It was, but thankfully Terran technology also eases the transition." Tsu'Tey responded, her eyes flashing quickly.

"Ah, Neural Nets. Interesting. How long did it take them to adjust the settings for the Na'vi brain?" He asked.

"They didn't. According to the Medical Officer on the Fafnir, Terran implants are completely compatible with our physiology." She answered.

"Very interesting. Were you examined by an Inquisition Geneticist?" John inquired.

"On Arcturus they took detailed scans, why?" Tsu'Tey replied.

"Idle curiosity." He said.

Tsu'Tey wasn't convinced, but did not wish to press the issue, "You haven't seen the weapons we brought yet, have you? I think Aaron wished to present them himself."

"No, I haven't." John said, hitting his comm, "Recreation Room 7, Commander Everett."

The line connected instantly, "Aaron, you've been holding out on me." John stated.

"What? Oh, the Na'vi Crystal enhanced weapons? They're on the Iwo Jima, we'll be down shortly." Aaron replied.

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Heavy Weapons Qualifying Room, Deck 4, INSC 'Everglades'. 1020 Hours.

"Now why couldn't we get a SuperCarrier or SuperDread? They have their own shooting ranges." Jenkins said.

Tali looked at him incredulously, "Stealth. Recon."

"Yes. But, a shooting range on the ship!" Jenkins exclaimed.

"Close your mouth, moisture is escaping." Natalya chastised, amused.

John smirked at the exchanged, walking over to where Aaron was standing, two of his squad, Rev'Lar and Aytucan were unloading cases of weaponry.

"So what's the story with these weapons?" He asked.

"Key components are made out of the Na'vi crystal. It's a unique element, the reason we were on Pandora in the first place. Here." Aaron said, tossing a datastick to him.

John caught it in his palm, copying the data.

'Another impossible element. The perfect energy conductor, and we have the only supply of it in existence.' Wilco commented.

'Even with the Inquisition and Military Engineering seal I'm tempted to not believe this.' John thought.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Aaron asked.

"That's putting it mildly. Does it actually work?" John replied.

Aaron pulled a large weapon off the table, "See for yourself. Modified ShadowWorks Special Forces Assault Weapon-1 mod 2." He handed the weapon to John.

The weapon was larger than most energy repeaters. Two barrels, the top one a downsized VLRM system, running the entire length of the weapon. The bottom one was a standard ShadowWorks energy repeater system. The grip was set forward, where the stock met the repeater assembly. A vertical foregrip sat several inches back from the ends of the barrels, under the repeater assembly. Two triggers, one for each weapon, and a large assisted targeting scope capped it off.

John hooked the energy cable into the slot on his Titan armor, his HUD registering the weapon instantly.

"Amazing. It looks like it will run off my armor's generator." He said.

"It will. It actually takes less energy than a standard repeater. I know, I didn't believe it at first either. The Inquisition Techs that put these together did amazing work." Aaron stated.

John walked over to the firing line, shouldering the weapon. Wilco hooked into the system, linking the fire control and targeting array directly to his Neural Net.

Locking onto one of the 20 yard targets he squeezed off a shot from the repeater. The energy projectile streaked toward the target, impacting almost instantaneously. The targets were hardened, thick as armor plates on a heavy tank, but the shot still penetrated the block, making a small hole in it and impacting the shields along the back of the room.

'Readout: Energy drain at 30% lower than normal. Energy output 400% higher than normal.' Wilco informed.

"Okay. That IS impressive." John said, awed.

Aaron grinned, "Let me tell them to dial the shields up a couple of notches, then you can let loose." He said, walking toward a comm panel.

Tali walked over to him, looking at her omnitool, "John, have you seen the specs on these improved shield generators?"

"No. Give me the bullet points." He replied, fiddling with his weapon.

"The technology needs refining, but we're looking at 150% resistance to Geth weaponry." Tali explained.

He looked at her, "150%?"

"This element strengthens as it contacts energy, against a Geth pulse weapon, it will actually get stronger the more fire you're taking. Now the emitter can and will burn out under too much strain, but the amount of energy necessary to do that is ridiculously high." Tali replied.

John stole a glance at her readout, running the numbers in his head, "A direct hit from one of the larger Geth walkers would be able to burn out an infantry-size emitter. Anything less than that will be like throwing a wet sock against an armor plate."

"Geth weapons are not as effective against our shields anyway, this will just boost that. But once these units are mass produced the Auxiliaries and Footmen will have the same defenses against pulse weaponry." Tali said.

"Praise be. They have a weapon for you?" John asked.

Tali nodded, twisting so he could see a dark colored carbine hanging off her shoulder, "Modified ShadowWorks Photon Carbine. Double the rate of fire and energy output, same battery life."

"Nice. Tried it out yet?" John responded.

"Not yet. Waiting for the clearance." Tali replied.

Gruna walked over to them, carrying another SFAW, hooked into her new black Advanced Predator armor, "I had almost forgotten what a real weapon feels like."

Gruna's SFAW was similar to his, but had a larger bore for the top component, and what looked like a magazine between the grips.

"What model is that one?" John asked.

"SFAW-1 mod 4, instead of the downsized VLRM it has a Flak Rifle component." Gruna answered.

"That's not even the best part about it." Jenkins said, walking over to them, a Heavy Plasma Rifle slung over his shoulder, "Check this out." He said, holding up a blue and black painted Flak Rifle projectile.

"You're joking." Tali said.

"Is that what I think it is?" John asked disbelievingly.

Jenkins nodded, "A miniature SLAM projectile. We've only got about 4 magazines of them per squad."

Tali grabbed for it, scanning it with her omnitool, "We could hurt a Geth Frigate with one of these. They actually have targeting protocols for Anti-Air usage!"

"We'll have to wait until combat to try them out, I doubt Admiral Walker would like us setting off antimatter rockets inside her ship." John stated.

“True enough.” Aaron said, walking back up, “The shields are at the maximum setting, we’re cleared for shooting.”

John looked over at the rest of his squad. Natalya was carrying a modified VLRM unit, similar in style to his SFAW. Tsu'Tey was carrying a pair of heavy pistols, he recognized them as modified ShadowWorks ‘King Cobra’ Heavy Laser Pistols. Shiala had some kind of plasma carbine, larger magwell and an assisted targeting scope, and a second barrel underslung, some kind of close quarters weapon pod.

“Alpha, firing line!” John ordered.

His squad quickly took up positions. In order: Gruna to his left, then Natalya, then Jenkins, then Shiala. To his right, Tali, then Tsu'Tey.

‘Impressive sight.’ Aaron thought to his own squad.

‘I wonder how a Krogan would fight hand to hand.’ Aytucan mused.

‘You could always ask her for a spar,’ Aaron suggested.

‘Wilco, set up a firing line, locked 40 yard targets.’ John ordered his AI.

The target plates moved on their conveyors, locking in position at the maximum range.

John locked in on the one in his line, “Acquire targets.” He paused for a moment, “Open fire.”

They all fired at their targets. Orange photon bursts streamed from Tali’s carbine, green plasma bolts firing from Jenkins’ and Shiala’s weapons, yellow lances of energy impacting the targets almost instantaneously from John and Gruna’s SFAWs. Invisible blasts from Natalya's SFDMR and Tsu'Tey’s heavy laser pistols hit their targets, blowing holes into the reinforced plates.

After less than 6 seconds of the barrage the ceasefire horn sounded through the room, the overloaded shields glowing with energy, ready to shut down. Every single one of the armored targets had been vaporized.

John looked up and down the line, everyone of his people had a grin from ear to ear.

“That was fun.” He stated.

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Commander's Quarters, INF Normandy, Everglades Flight Deck, 1550 Hours.

John was sitting in his quarters, going over the classified reports on the Na’vi and the Pandora operation.

‘Amazing operation. They survived multitudes of hostile infantry, enemy space forces, suspicious natives, and a fusion bomb going off inside their own base.’ Wilco commented.

‘Agreed. I can certainly see why Aaron’s a Spectre. Going out to negotiate with hostile natives on a whim? That takes a certain kind of man.” John thought.

‘Also finding a mate and another Imperial Race in the process. As the saying goes, ‘Destiny is a wonderful thing’.’ Wilco replied.

‘Even with most of the designs for the Phase-Three Armament program finalized, they can be retrofitted with enhancements derived from the Na’vi crystal. The potential of it is astronomical.’ John thought.

The door to his quarters beeped.

"Come in." He called out.

The door slid open, Tsu'Tey entering.

"Lord Shepard." She greeted.

"Tsu'Tey, you settlin' in fine?" John asked.

She nodded, "I am. I picked one of the private rooms, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. That's what they're for. We have plenty of room now anyway." He said grimly.

"I heard that you lost some of your crew on your last mission. I feel honored that you've chosen me for your squad." She replied.

"After the show you put on? I didn't have a choice, I had to have you. Honor me by fighting well, in the name of Terra." John stated.

"I will my Lord, I promise." Tsu'Tey said.

"I know you will. Aaron speaks highly of you, all you Na'vi. It takes a lot to impress a man like that." John said.

"Thank you. I've only been around Terrans for a short time, but I understand what such praise means from a race so formidable." Tsu'Tey replied.

John looked at her, "You have a question." He stated.

"I've studied quite a bit of Terran customs and culture in what little spare time I've had, but I'm not well versed yet. Earlier, were those.. advances you made on me?" She asked, failing to hide a tinge of hopefulness.

"Ah, I see. They were not intended as such, no." John answered.

"Oh. I was not sure." Tsu'Tey explained.

John smirked, an evil thought crossing his mind. He rose, moving to circle her for a moment. He leaned over her shoulder, breathing in her scent for a moment, then whispering into her ear, "Prove yourself to me, and we shall see what happens."

She shuddered, his proximity and words having such an effect on her.

John turned and walked out of his quarters, deciding to head to the Officer's Mess.

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Commander's Quarters, INF Iwo Jima, Flight Deck, INSC 'Everglades'.

As soon as Aaron and Neytiri entered their quarters he saw her begin stripping out of her form fitting armor, dropping the gauntlets first.

"Nice and slow honey." Aaron ordered, leaning against the wall.

The Na'vi princess smiled, turning her back to him as she removed the band around her locks of hair, letting it fall across her shoulders. Reaching back she unclamped the armored joint around the base of her tail, allowing the sleeve of material to slide down as she swung the appendage side to side, slowly.

As it slid to the floor she bent over, reaching down and undoing the seals on her boots, stepping out of them and revealing the bare sky blue skin of her ankles and calves slowly. Moving upward, she undid the clasps on the leggings, letting them fall as well.

She stood straight, turning and smiling mischievously at him. The sleeves came next, then the pauldrons. Finally she slid a hand up and a hand down, unhooking the collar and waist clasps at the same time, allowing the final parts of her armor to fall, showing her perfectly toned body.

She was perfect. Her nipples hard, her slit already dripping in anticipation. Neytiri looked into her mate's eyes, "Was that suitable my love?"

'More than that darling. Get into the shower, I'll join you in a moment.' He thought to her, a wave a warmth being carried across their bond.

She shuddered, turning and sauntering into the bath alcove.

Aaron quickly shed his armor, leaving it strewn, mingled with hers.

As the door slid open to the head he heard her moaning, feeling the tendrils of pleasure emanating from her. He opened the door to the shower, seeing her leaning back, one foot braced against the wall as her fingers moved along the delicate flesh of her nethers, the water cascading down her body.

'Enjoying yourself without me pet?' He thought teasingly to her as he stepped inside.

'Just readying myself for my strong Human mate.' Neytiri replied, turning around, pressing her upper body against the wall, lifting her tail high.

One of her hands slid down to just under her tail, rubbing around the sensitive hole there, her desire clear.

Aaron smiled widely, his desire for her flaring. He had taken her like that before, but this was the first time she'd asked for it.

"Take what is yours." Neytiri whispered to him.

He growled, pressing himself against her quickly. She turned her head to the side, letting him slide his lips against hers, and they kissed as he positioned himself at her tight tailhole.

He slid inside her yielding flesh, Neytiri's body instinctively accepting him. Their bond intensified the feelings tenfold, each touch and caress, each inch of flesh he slid in was purest nirvana for both.

She was hot, tight, clenching around him delightfully. Her moans and whimpers driving his lusts on.

He began a steady rhythm, hilting himself inside her, then slowly pulling out until he almost left her wonderful flesh, then beginning the cycle over again. Her tail was wrapped around his leg, pulsing with the clenching of her tunnel. She slid the tip up, rubbing and caressing his sack, bringing greater pleasure to them both.

Neytiri relaxed, pressing herself back against him, loving the feeling of her mate filling her. It soon became more than she could stand, she came hard, calling out his name as her ass convulsed around him. Aaron held out for as long as he could, hilting himself for a final time, coming deep inside her. Neytiri felt his seed filling her, the feeling quickly taking her over the edge a second time.

Neither of them moved as they came down off that high, the waves of pleasure wracking their bodies finally settling.

Aaron ran his tongue along her ear, "I love you so much." He whispered.

"As much as I love you in turn, my mate, my lord." Neytiri replied quietly.

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Aaron was quietly field stripping his Cobra to pass the time. He had picked up the habit during the First Contact War, it was soothing when he was bored. Neytiri was slumbering on their bed, worn out from their activities a short while before, he thought with a smile.

The door panel beeped. Aaron rose, walking over and opening it. "Corporal T'Soni." He greeted, stepping outside.

"Commander Everett, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Commander Shepard kept an open door policy." She stated.

"It's fine, Neytiri's sleeping. What's up?" He asked.

She looked strange for a moment, "I'm not entirely sure how to put this, but Warrior Akwey is.. well, stalking me. I don't think he trusts me."

Aaron was shocked by this, "What did he do?"

"Well he hung outside my quarters for over an hour while I was unpacking my belongings. Then he followed me to the mess, then to the armory. He was not nearly as clandestine as he thought." She explained.

"Gods." Aaron sighed, bringing a hand up to his face for a moment, "I'll have a talk with the boy."

"Thank you Commander. I'm sorry this happened." Liara replied.

"Not your fault, excuse me." Aaron stated, moving toward an access hatch.

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"Akwey!" Aaron yelled as he slid down to the crew deck.

He didn't hear the young Na'vi scampering at first, "AKWEY! Get your scrawny blue ass out here!"

"Yes Aaron?" The Na'vi suddenly appeared, hanging from a bar on the ceiling with his tail.

Aaron rolled his eyes, charging his biotics and yanking Akwey to the floor with a thunk, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Akwey picked himself up, "She is the kin of an enemy. Someone needs to watch her." He explained.

"If I want someone watched, I'll put Rev'Lar on the job. You are very low on my list for espionage. Now knock it off. She's a soldier, just like you or me. I brought her on this ship, if I doubted her loyalty do you think I would have done that?" Aaron asked irritatedly.

"I suppose not. It's just so boring right now." Akwey said.

"We'll have enough action soon enough. Now you're going to go apologize to Corporal T'Soni." Aaron ordered.

Akwey nodded, "I'll go do so now. I'm sorry Aaron."

"Just learn to control yourself better Akwey. Now on your way." Aaron replied.

As Akwey disappeared up the hatch Aaron slumped back against the hull, letting himself have a chuckle at the ludicrousness of the situation.

"I miss the joke Commander?" X/O Gard'Ennis asked as he walked up.

"Akwey's just got himself into a spot of trouble. I'm trying to remember if I was ever that young." Aaron explained.

"My father used to say that Terrans were born a century old. But he also used to say a good woman was like finding a fruit tree without any fur. He never bothered to actually explain his metaphors." Gard'Ennis said.

This sent Aaron into another fit of laughter.

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INF Normandy, May 6th, 1725 Hours.

"All readouts are optimal. Core output is at a steady 180%." Adams informed over the comm.

John hit the comm, "Admiral, we are ready to disembark."

"Affirmative Commander, it was a pleasure having you aboard. We are holding position." Admiral Walker replied.

"Is everything ready Normandy?" John asked.

"The Flight Deck is clear and has been decompressed. Bay doors are opening now. Iwo Jima reports they are ready to follow our lead." Normandy informed.

"Good. Take us out." John ordered.

The Normandy rose off the deck, turning toward the opening bay door. The Iwo Jima mirrored the movements on the other side of the SuperCarrier's massive flight deck.

As the Normandy moved out of the gullet of the Everglades John hooked himself into the sensors, looking over the fleet. It was impressive, he hadn't got a good look at the way in. There were 8 Marine Assault Ships, the large boxy ships each transported a full Marine Combat Detachment. There were a number of Cruisers and Battlecruisers, and several squadrons of Escort Carriers and Gunboats, Naval and Marine. A pack of CM-Class Electronic Warfare Frigates topped it all off.

The Normandy and Iwo Jima took up overwatch positions above the SuperCarrier, locking into formation.

"Battlegroup is moving again. Hitting the Relay in 14 minutes. ETA to rendezvous is not changed." Normandy announced.

"Wonderful. It feels good to be under our own power again. I'm sure you feel the same Normandy." John said.

"Very much so Commander." Normandy replied.

John leaned back in the commander's chair, watching the convoy as the first ships hit the Relay to Strenuus.

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End of Chapter Sixteen.