Mass Effect 4: the Second War (Mass Effect fanfic)

Chapter 18

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An elderly Turian in his mid-sixties, in human terms, had just finished reading the last of the reports of troop movements and Reaper activity. Sighing deeply to himself, he took a huge gulp from his whiskey glass. The expensive Turian whiskey bottle, next to his name plaque, which read in English, Admiral Garrus Vakarian. After the Reaper War, his old shipmates had entered a life of solitude or had gained a high-rank. Admiral Garrus Vakarian now stood as the chief officer in the Union of Citadel military races. Meaning, he was the one supervising all the Council races and directly reported to the council.

"The damage reports are too damn high.." He mumbled to himself. He was angry at the operation, the commanding officers. He was angry at one officer in particular, a young General Donnie MacGavin. He was the one that led the men and women of about two-hundred ships to be led out and destroyed. His risky move of concentrating on bombarding the planet, nearly cost him over three hundred thousand civilian lives. Not too mention losing over five-billion credits in less than two hours. The Reaper forces destroyed over two-hundred dreadnoughts and many other ships.

"Sir, General Donnie MacGavin is on the call. I'm patching him through to you via the War Room." The intercom said. The veteran soldier stood up and walked briskly through the Council Flagship, The Jewel, one of the most technogically advanced warships. General Donnie MacGavin was a young man in his mid-thirties. He had a shaved head and his belly was slightly bigger than his head. He was the son of a powerful politician back on Earth and that gave him the edge to push through the ranks quickly.

The general saluted at the Turian admiral who saluted back. At that point, several other holographic figures entered, generals and admirals from the different Citadel races and the council themselves.

"General MacGavin, you stand trial against the Citadel races for the loss of life towards betraying your officers and not following orders. Your objective was to secure the civilians and bring them back to Citadel space. You repelled the Reaper forces but instead of defending the colonies stationed in the planet, you effectively moved your ships to drive the Reapers towards the planet, effectively lossing connection towards the colony and instead of regaining control, you retreated your flagship, leaving the other ships leaderless."

"Admiral Vakarian," He said with an arrogant swagger in his movement. "my actions toward the battle field proved that our armies are insufficient and undisciplined. I ordered my men to retrieve around eighty percent of the planet's civilian population but we lost control."

"That was because you ordered to push the Reapers towards the planet. The so called 'survivors' were hit en route to ships. Our estimated account says that only twenty-five percent made it out alive." For the first time, the arrogant general snarled.

"I did what I did. I killed Reapers. And what was better was that I wiped out non-humans in the process. Cerberus has allowed me to gain power and influence. And they'd do well with the Council military out of the picture." The communications shut down. Damned traitor.

"Our comms are jammed. We got multiple ships en route to our position. Marked by Cerberus insignias and signals." One of the troopers started typing furiously into a console. The alarms blaring as soldiers ran to take battle positions. The veteran admiral stood at his seat in the Combat Information Deck. He nervously kept a hand on the pistol strapped to his hip.

"Are they in range?"

"Yes sir, just give the word and we can hit them with the long range cannons." Garrus simply nodded as the flagship fired at the incoming cruisers. The shields were holding together.

"Incoming fighters, moving towards point Delta."

"Sir, we got incoming stealth ships, they're boarding the ship. All sailors, arm yourselves." The bridge of the ship locked itself down. Armed turrets unlocked itself from the ceiling of the ship. The doors burst open with an explosion and the men nearest to the door, fell. Bullets flew everywhere as Garrus nailed a bullet to the faceplate of a Cerberus officer. He knelt, adjusted position and pulled the trigger. Another man fell.

They fought for a good number of minutes but were conquered from the brute number of Cerberus operatives. There were around thirty to forty operatives in the bridge itself with one of the operatives in the cockpit, guarding the pilots. They had captured Garrus and had seated him on a seat. The crowd of Cerberus gave way to who was clearly a leader. She stood taller than the average height. Being a little over five foot eight. Her armor was clearly new, judging from it being extremely white. She had a small scar on her eyebrow and carried a katana on her hand and a pistol strapped to her hip. Flaming red hair had been cut short and ragged like it was cut with a knife.

"Admiral Garrus Vakarian," She leaned in a bit closer. "where is the Prothean Javik?"

"You can't make me talk." A fist collided with his mandible and he clicked it painfully. Spitting out blood. "Son-of-a-bi-" Another fist had finished his sentence.

"Stay him on the Vengeance and destroy the ship." They dragged Garrus into the elevator before setting charges and blowing up the ship from a safe distance. Not before the Jewel had sent out a distress beacon.

Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry I haven't written in awhile. This chapter was supposed to be twice as long but I cut it short for the next chapter. I appreciate comments and if you like it, then vote for it.