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Kite's Nest
Harsa System
Khar'shan
The unthinkable was happening.
Khar'shan was under attack.
A cruiser, in a move so insane even the Krogan would be impressed, had used short-range FTL to get past the defensive screen around the planet, and was now heading straight at the Palace of Krudanz at terminal velocities. Ground defenses were activated, but they wouldn't be ready to fire at the ship until it was too late.
The Prime Administrator, as well as the Ministers were immediately taken to the emergency bunker while the situation was resolved.
They were fortunate to do so, because when the ship crashed on the palace it went up in flames, turning the main section of the palace along with the surrounding area to rubble, as well as dispersing the eezo from the ship's core, creating a deadly environment.
Colonel Zular of the Special Intervention Unit was ordered to head to the bunker to provide additional security, taking the most elite soldiers of the unit with himself.
"Where are those fools?" he growled. While they were moving towards the secondary entrance to the bunker, as the first one was buried under rubble, a building came down on them, separating the team into half. They had moved on rather than wait for them to catch up, as the orders of the Prime Administrator meant more than their lives.
Just as they were about to head in and seal the doors, one of the members, Captain Kalor came running towards the entrance.
"Captain, where are the rest of you?" he asked, the helmet making his voice sound deeper than it was.
"Unknown, I couldn't establish contact after the building came down" he reported, standing at attention.
"What happened to your voice?" he asked, as even with the helmet his voice sounded weird.
"My helmet was damaged by rubble" Zular shook his head with a growl at this.
"Head in" he gestured to the Captain and sealed the door behind them. Whoever was left out, would do well to get out before they had eezo caused tumors growing all over their bodies.
The elevator ride to the bunker was long, even with how slow the damn thing was, due to just how deep the bunker was located.
Most who wished to enter the bunker would require careful screening but the SIU was an exception. They were the hand of the Batarian Hegemony that protected them from the rest of the galaxy, so they just moved in, passing by the turrets protecting the entrance.
The bunker was large, meant to hold the most important members of the Batarian Hegemony with comfort, while also ensuring they continued their work and kept their grip on the Empire. Besides rows of elite guards, there were dozens of turrets dotting each and every corner of the bunker.
"IF YOU DO NOT FIND THE ONES RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS ATTACK YOU AND YOUR FAMILY WILL SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIVES AT AN EEZO MINE, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!?!?" The Prime Administrator screamed at the Minister of War, who was responsible for the security of the palace and Khar'shan.
"Yes, Prime Administrator" the Batarian in question gulped, knowing how real the threat was.
"Glory to the Batarian Hegemony" Colonel Zular greeted the Prime Administrator, standing at attention.
"Finally you are here. Has there been any news as to who attacked us?" He asked, taking a sip of the glass filled with a purple liquid.
"No, Your Excellency, nothing besides what we already know"
"Useless" The head of the Batarian Hegemony seethed, gulping the entire glass down.
The Colonel retreated, knowing better than to earn the ire of the Administrator.
"Colonel, Captain Kalor's comms is not appearing on our network" reported one of the Sergeants, an engineer in charge of the team's private comms network.
"He reported his helmet took damage when the building came down, perhaps it knocked his comms out too. Where is he anyway?" He looked around but couldn't spot the Captain.
The rest of the team didn't know where the Captain was either and just as he was about to order a search for him, one of the SIU members pointed up to the Security Room, situated at the end of the room and above it, giving the security the perfect view to watch over the whole room.
The Captain was there, but the two operators who were at their station at all times weren't.
He was using the computers but for what the Colonel couldn't say.
"What in the name of the Pillars is he doing up there? Sergeant, go and get him down" He ordered.
He had his answers, as the turrets around the room came to life. He and the Captain locked eyes for a brief moment.
"Traitor" he uttered, before the turrets opened fire.
Colonel Zular of the SIU died before he could get to cover, as the heavy turrets shredded him to pieces.
All over the bunker turrets opened fire on the unsuspecting Batarians. Most died before they even had the chance to understand what was happening, while some tried to fight to no effect.
The turrets were heavily armored, and no one expected an attack from the inside.
The Prime Administrator, as well as the Ministers survived solely by the fact they were not targeted.
When the room was silent, the only living Batarians reluctantly raised their head from the cover.
There were blood, viscera and other body parts everywhere, but not a living soul.
Clanking of metal hitting metal came from the entrance going up to the Security Room, and a member of the SIU came down, watching them with weapon in one hand and a box in the other.
"You traitor! I'll have your entire line suffer for this!" The Head Honcho screamed, feeling fear for perhaps the first time in his life.
The SIU Captain cocked his head, and with a slow, deliberate movement, took his helmet off, revealing…
A human.
"The helmet stinks, haven't you four-eyed bastards ever heard of personal hygiene?" the human muttered, putting the helmet and the box on the table and sitting down.
"W-who are you?! How did you get here?!" The Minister of War asked, baffled beyond belief.
"Simple, I am Commander Jonathan Shepard" the human responded, reaching to the box and taking out the shock collars used on slaves until they could be implanted with a control device in their skulls.
"Put these on" the human tossed each one of them a collar.
Outrage filled the Batarian leadership.
They ruled the Batarian Hegemony, they were at the top of the food chain, they were the masters!
No one, especially not a filthy human would collar them like slaves!
One of the Ministers lunged for a weapon, but before he could reach it the turrets covering the room converged on him and his compatriots.
"You move a finger, you're going to end up a bloody smear on the ground" the human warned, his omni-tool pointing at them.
The Minister slowly sat back on a chair while the turrets followed his every move.
"Now, either put those collars on, or I am going to shoot your legs of and do it myself"
The Batarians looked at each other, the gravity of the situation dawning on them. This human was serious, and they had to choose between their pride and lives.
The Minister of Finances, perhaps the most cowardly amongst them, slowly reached out for the collar before him and slowly put it on. The collar clicked, and the light on it turned green, indicating it was operational.
"Now the rest of you" the human ordered, waving his gun.
One by one, the Ministers put their collars on, but the Prime Administrator did not, his pride overriding his survival instincts.
The human locked eyes with the Prime Administrator and smiled, activating the collars and the Ministers jerked in pain, convulsing as the electricity ran through their bodies.
When it stopped the Ministers were on the ground, covered in blood and occasionally twitching from the shock.
"Take that collar and put it on him" Commander Jonathan Shepard ordered them.
People as selfish as the Batarians will easily crumble when their lives are on the line.
Their hesitation was gone quickly, dreading another shock from collars. Slowly they rose, and one of them took the sole remaining collar, turning to his leader.
With a yell of "TRAITOR!" the Prime Administrator lunged at the Minister, taking him to the ground and began to choke him, snarling.
Two others quickly grabbed him from behind, slamming him to the desk, while the one on the ground rubbed his throat, coughing.
Narrowing his eyes, the Minister quickly approached the subdued leader of the Batarian Hegemony and put the collar on him, all the while he buckled and spewed threats like a cornered animal.
Once he was collared they released him, and the despot in question latched on to his collar, trying to rip the damn thing off, only to receive an automatic shock as the collar's sensors detected the attempt.
He kept resisting though, still trying to take the collar off, but as the intensity went up eventually gave in, releasing the collar and falling face down from the pain.
"Idiot. Anyway, sit him on that chair and then sit down yourselves" The human ordered, and they quickly followed, knowing what would probably happen if they did not.
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Shepard put his feet down and approached the Batarian, his omni-blade ready to blind him.
The Batarians believed that upon death the soul left the body through the eyes and if they were damaged or removed, the individual could not go to heaven, which made it one of the capital punishments in the Hegemony.
The N7 slammed the Prime Administrator's face to the table, slowly bringing the omni-tool closer to his top left eye. The Batarian's eyes began to dart all over the place, searching for something, anything to use while he struggled to free himself from the death grip the human had on him.
The omni-blade inched closer to his face, a hair's breadth away from blinding him before he gave up.
"Wait, WAIT!" he yelled, trying with all his strength to get away.
"Go on" the blade stopped advancing but it was still too close for comfort.
"There is a backdoor access to the defense network, it needs my DNA, password and voice" The Batarian despot confessed. Just as the human had said, there was a way for him to take control of the defense network, added when the system was first conceived centuries ago by his ancestors.
"See? You just made things harder on yourself for no reason" The human turned off the omni-blade, and the Prime Administrator gave out a shaky breath before he was yanked back from the collar of his dress.
"How do we access the system then?" The Prime Administrator gulped, feeling the weapon between his legs.
With a shaky hand he pointed at the Security Room and the human pushed him towards the entrance.
"You morons move from that desk you won't live long enough to regret it" The human warned, entering commands to his omni-tool, and the turrets were locked on them again.
"Let's go. You bastards are about to have a taste of your own medicine, and I don't want to delay it any longer"
Stumbling onto the Security Room, he was pushed to a chair, with a gun at his head.
"Go on, and if you try anything funny you will be the first one to die"
He entered some codes on the computers, and a platform containing another computer rose from the middle of the room.
The demon, for he couldn't be a mere human, dragged him to the computer and he put his hand on the scanner, scanning his DNA and biometrics.
Next was the voice recognition password "Pillars of Strength bless those worthy" he said slowly to avoid stuttering.
It took a couple of minutes, but the screens of the Security Station were replaced with a planetary overview, showing the Defense Network, the Defense Fleet, and all the military and otherwise important installations on the planet.
"There we go" The demon said, before he took him to the far end of the room, tying him to a chair bolted to the ground, mocking him with a "Be a good boy and don't go anywhere now"
The Prime Administrator hung his head down, knowing just what was going to happen.
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Post Reaper War Memoirs of Admiral David Anderson on Jonathan Shepard
I met Shepard when he was 16 and it was something to say the least. Local law enforcement forces in Vancouver requested Alliance assistance in taking down a crime syndicate, called the Tenth Street Reds. We didn't understand why they would need military help at first but that changed quickly when we read the reports of how dangerous they became.
They went from being one of the mediocre gangs in the city to the ruler of its underground in the span of a year, as well as massively growing their influence all across North America.
Interesting thing was though, they actually stopped committing crimes after their rise, instead choosing to establish legal businesses.
A series of assassinations, bombings and the occasional gang warfare saw them rise to the top of the food chain.
Reports suggested someone named Shepard was responsible for the gang's meteoric rise in power and when you hear someone like that you would expect a seasoned dangerous crime lord, not a sixteen years old kid.
All of their known strongholds were surrounded in a blitz, and I was the one tasked with taking their primary base of operations. We were ready to storm in and take them down if they resisted when Shepard came out of the building with his hands up, looking bored and not worried at all.
Nobody believed him when he said he was the leader of the Tenth Street Reds, thinking he was some sort of decoy while the real leader ran off.
He knew a gun fight with the Alliance Marines would not end well so he wanted to talk for a peaceful resolution. We agreed, if for no other reason than to give our infiltration units time to enter the building.
Shepard said he wanted the Tenth Street Reds to go legal, offering information on other criminal syndicates, gangs and whatnots all across the continent in exchange for a deal. The command agreed, if they came out and surrendered peacefully.
We agreed, and you know what? With one command from him the all the bases we surrounded, as well as the ones we did not know of, surrendered without firing a single shot. That's when we understand he actually was the leader.
His deal with the prosecution was simple, the Tenth Street Reds had already ceased all illegal operations they ran and offered to give up all the information they had, along with every recording of their previous dealings with the other criminals in return for immunity.
I don't exactly know what Shepard gave out, but he and the Tenth Street Reds walked out free while dozens of high ranking government officials were arrested the next day with more following the next couple of weeks.
His charges fell off too, both due to the value of the information he gave, as well as the lack of conclusive evidence against him.
The Alliance thought if he could do that much with a gang, he could do a lot more as a soldier so we made him an offer for when he became 18.