Showoff and Geth
As the chaos of battle raged across the scorched plains near Elysium, Markus watched with detached intensity as slavers and Batarians launched their savage assault. The Systems Alliance soldiers, vastly outnumbered, fought valiantly but were clearly overwhelmed, with barely one tenth of the enemy force. Amid the turmoil, Shepard emerged as a beacon of leadership, rallying his troops and forming defensive lines to stave off the relentless onslaught.
Markus decided the time had come to strike. In a swift motion, he activated his Ethereal Wraith form and teleported silently behind the enemy lines. Descending like a grim reaper, he unleashed a torrent of Elemental AoE attacks, combining fierce biotic bursts with devastating telekinetic force. The air itself seemed to ignite as his powers converged, sending shockwaves through the ranks of the Batarians and slavers. Batarians started to fall with every burst of energy, obliterated in clusters, reducing the enemy to nothing more than scattered, lifeless corpses.
The spectacle was both majestic and horrifying. Within minutes, an estimated 38,000 slavers and Batarians lay defeated on the blood soaked ground, their voices silenced forever by the relentless fury of Markus's assault. The Systems Alliance soldiers, witnessing the carnage. It was for the first time Ghost was recorded in person by the Alliance. An imposing, towering figure with a massive frame and an aura of death, soldiers could only gape in disbelief. It was as if the legend of Ghost had materialized before their eyes, a phantom warrior whose mere presence defined the nature of warfare.
In that harrowing instant, Markus consciously refrained from deploying his summoned forces; he wished to test the raw, unmediated effect of his new Apex Fusion Protocol skill. As he surveyed the battlefield, a cold satisfaction settled over him. His integrated abilities had performed flawlessly, merging elemental devastation, biotic might, and telekinetic precision into a single, unstoppable force. The battlefield fell eerily silent, the only sound the fading echoes of a war waged by a mercenary who had become a living myth.
Shepard stood amidst the chaos, his breath ragged, armor battered, and hope waning. The relentless assault of the slavers and Batarians had pushed the Alliance soldiers to their limits. Outnumbered and outgunned, they clung to their defensive positions, each second a testament to their resolve.
As explosions lit the sky and the cries of the wounded filled the air, Shepard's mind raced. The enemy's numbers seemed endless, their aggression unyielding.
Just as despair threatened to take hold, a sudden shift in the battlefield's rhythm caught Shepard's attention. From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a towering figure materializing behind enemy lines. A behemoth draped in shadow, moving with an eerie grace.
The battlefield seemed to pause, a collective breath held in anticipation. Then, with a swift motion, the figure unleashed a torrent of elemental fury. Pillars of fire erupted, consuming clusters of Batarians in searing flames. Jagged spears of ice shot forth, impaling foes with chilling precision. Arcs of lightning danced across the ground, reducing slavers to smoldering husks. Massive boulders, seemingly conjured from the earth itself, crashed through enemy ranks, leaving devastation in their wake.
Shepard's eyes widened in disbelief. Biotic abilities were known to him, telekinesis, barriers, singularities but this... this was something else entirely. The Ghost wielded the elements like a maestro conducting a symphony of destruction. He was like a Sorcerer from the fantasy lore of Human race.
The Alliance soldiers, momentarily stunned, watched as their adversaries were torn asunder. Whispers spread among the ranks, a mixture of awe and fear.
"Is he one of ours?" a young lieutenant murmured.
"I've never seen biotics like that," another replied, eyes fixed on the spectacle.
Shepard's communicator crackled to life, Admiral Anderson's voice cutting through the din.
"Shepard, report! What's happening down there?"
"Sir," Shepard began, still grappling with the scene before him, "the figure, I thin this is the Ghost... he's here. And he's... he's tearing them apart."
There was a brief pause before Anderson responded, his tone laced with astonishment.
"The Ghost? Are you certain?"
"Yes, sir. But it's not just that. He's using... elemental attacks. Fire, ice, lightning. It's unlike any biotics I've ever encountered."
In the command center, Admiral Hackett leaned over a tactical display, eyes narrowing as reports flooded in.
"Elemental attacks? That's impossible. Biotics don't function that way."
Anderson shook his head, disbelief evident on his face.
"Yet, it's happening. We need to reconsider everything we thought we knew about this operative."
Back on the battlefield, the Ghost moved with lethal efficiency, each gesture a death sentence for those in his path. The ground trembled as he summoned walls of stone, shielding Alliance soldiers from incoming fire. With a sweep of his hand, torrents of water surged forth, sweeping enemies off their feet and crushing them with gravitational force into oblivion.
Shepard couldn't tear his eyes away.
"How is he doing this?" he muttered to himself.
Nearby, a seasoned sergeant shook his head.
"I don't know, Commander. But I'm damn glad he's on our side."
As the last of the Batarians fell, silence descended upon the battlefield. The Ghost stood amidst the carnage, a solitary figure in a sea of fallen foes. Shepard felt a surge of gratitude but also a gnawing unease.
"Who are you?" he whispered, as if the wind might carry his question to the enigmatic warrior.
But before any answers could be sought, the Ghost vanished as abruptly as he had appeared, leaving Shepard and his men to grapple with a victory shrouded in mystery.
In the days that followed, the events of that battle became the stuff of legend. Admirals Anderson and Hackett convened with top Alliance scientists, poring over data, attempting to decipher the nature of the Ghost's powers.
"Could it be some advanced form of biotics?" Hackett asked, though uncertainty tinged his voice.
A scientist shook her head.
"Admiral, biotics manipulate mass effect fields. They don't conjure elements. This is something entirely new."
Anderson leaned back, his expression grave.
"Then we have to ask ourselves: is he friend or foe? And what happens when the day comes that he's not there to save us, but to challenge us?"
Hackett nodded, the weight of the unknown pressing heavily upon them all.
"We need answers. And we need them before it's too late."
But for now, the Ghost remained an enigma. A savior draped in shadow, wielding powers beyond comprehension, and leaving in his wake as many questions as he did fallen enemies.
The galaxy buzzed with whispers and analyses as the enigmatic figure known as the Ghost made his presence undeniably known. Footage of his devastating assault on the Batarian and slaver forces circulated rapidly, capturing the attention of the Citadel's most influential species. The Salarians, Turians, and Asari. Scientists and leaders alike scrutinized every frame, attempting to decipher the nature of his formidable abilities and debating the potential to replicate such feats.
In the aftermath of the Elyssium incident, Shepard's exemplary leadership under dire circumstances did not go unnoticed. His promotion to Commander was swift, a testament to his valor and tactical acumen. On a much higher position from the rank of Commander, the Admirals Anderson and Hackett, recognizing the unpredictable nature of the Ghost's powers, wisely halted any initiatives aimed at subduing or capturing him, not that their attempts yield any results for the past two years. Instead, they reinstated the practice of issuing contracts, acknowledging that aligning with him, even indirectly, might serve the Alliance's interests better than opposition.
Days later, a message from the Citadel Council arrived, bearing unprecedented news: Commander Shepard had been selected to join the Spectres, the Council's elite special forces unit. This marked a monumental milestone for humanity, signifying its growing prominence and trust within the galactic community.
As the Ghost perused these developments on his data pad, a subtle smile played on his lips. "So it begins," he murmured to himself, fully aware that this was the inception of a series of events that would reshape the galaxy's future.
Commander Shepard's ascension to Spectre status marked a significant milestone for humanity within the galactic community. Spectres, or Special Tactics and Reconnaissance agents, are elite operatives endowed with the authority to act autonomously, ensuring the stability of the galaxy by any means necessary. They answer solely to the Citadel Council, operating beyond the constraints of conventional law enforcement or military protocols.
Upon his induction, Shepard was granted command of the SSV Normandy SR-1, a state of the art frigate developed collaboratively by human and turian engineers. The Normandy was renowned for its advanced stealth systems, enabling it to conduct reconnaissance and covert operations with unparalleled efficiency. Its innovative design incorporated cutting edge technology, making it one of the most sophisticated vessels in the Systems Alliance fleet.
In contrast, the Raven, the personal ship of the enigmatic Ghost, was an imposing behemoth that dwarfed the Normandy in size and firepower. While the Normandy prioritized stealth and agility, the Raven was a fortress of destruction, equipped with an arsenal capable of decimating entire fleets. Its presence alone commanded awe and intimidation, reflecting the Ghost's formidable reputation.
The Admirals of the Systems Alliance, particularly Anderson and Hackett, were taken aback when the Ghost accepted one of their contract offers. Given the Ghost's unpredictable nature and immense power, they had been cautious in their approach, uncertain of how to engage with such an individual. His acceptance signaled a potential, albeit tenuous, alignment of interests. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, they summoned Commander Shepard to participate in the forthcoming meeting, hoping his Spectre status and firsthand experience with the Ghost would provide valuable insights.
Shepard received the Admirals' request with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. His previous encounter with the Ghost had been shrouded in mystery, and the opportunity to engage directly was both intriguing and daunting. Acknowledging the strategic importance of the meeting, Shepard prepared to represent humanity's interests, aware that the outcome could significantly influence the standing of humanity the galaxy. It was still astonishing how one person was able to change the balance, For Shepard this was the epitome of power itself.
As the Raven approached Earth's orbit, a communication request came through the comms. Admiral Hackett himself had initiated the transmission, choosing to handle this significant operation personally rather than entrusting it to subordinates.
"Ghost," Hackett began, his tone measured, neither authoritative nor submissive, "we request that you approach the Normandy, currently stationed in lunar orbit, for a rendezvous."
Markus acknowledged the request and activated the Ethereal Wraith skill, followed by storing his ship in a subspace, causing the ship to vanish from all known detection systems. The admirals and Commander Shepard observed this disappearance in real time, their screens now void of the Raven's presence. While the Normandy SR-1 was renowned for its stealth capabilities, it couldn't simply vanish when multiple radars and scanners were focused on it. Witnessing the Raven's complete disappearance was both unsettling and awe inspiring for the Alliance personnel.
Shepard, recently promoted to Spectre status, had read reports of the Ghost's elusive maneuvers but seeing it firsthand was a different experience. The Normandy's stealth systems, though advanced, relied on masking its emissions and minimizing its footprint, not outright invisibility. The Ghost's technology seemed to defy known physics, leaving Shepard and the admirals in a state of perplexed admiration.
Unbeknownst to them, Markus had teleported aboard the Normandy using his ethereal wraith form. Navigating the familiar corridors, he made his way to the meeting room. It was a surreal experience, contrasting his memories of controlling a character through a screen with the tangible reality of walking inside the ship itself.
As he materialized and took a seat opposite the trio of admirals and Commander Shepard, they remained engrossed in their datapads, analyzing the sudden disappearance of the Raven. Their discussions were intense, theories ranging from advanced cloaking devices to potential malfunctions in their own equipment.
Markus leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips, amused by their obliviousness. He decided to let the moment linger, finding a certain entertainment in their focused ignorance.
"Your environmental awareness is lacking," Markus remarked, his tone dripping with amusement.
As if choreographed, Admiral Hackett, Admiral Anderson, and Commander Shepard drew their weapons, the metallic clicks echoing in the confined space. Their expressions were a blend of surprise and embarrassment, clearly unaccustomed to being caught off guard.
"At least your reflexes are commendable," Markus continued, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Though, I doubt they'd be of much use, let us say if an assassin had been in my place." He chuckled, the sound rich and unrestrained.
Admiral Hackett was the first to recover, his stern demeanor slipping back into place as he holstered his pistol. "Stand down," he ordered, his voice steady, though a hint of chagrin lingered. Shepard and Anderson followed suit, their movements stiff with residual tension.
"Ghost," Hackett began, inclining his head slightly in acknowledgment. "We appreciate your... prompt arrival."
"Prompt?" Markus echoed, raising an eyebrow. "I believe 'unexpected' is the term you're searching for."
A fleeting smile tugged at Hackett's lips before he continued. "Your intervention during the Elysium incident was invaluable. The Systems Alliance owes you a debt of gratitude."
Markus waved a dismissive hand. "Gratitude is a currency I rarely trade in, Admiral. But your acknowledgment is noted."
Anderson stepped forward, his gaze steady. "We've observed that you refrain from interfering with the internal affairs of the Asari, Turians, and Salarians. We'd like to establish a similar understanding."
Markus leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "An understanding, you say? And what, pray tell, would this entail?"
Shepard's eyes narrowed slightly, studying Markus with a mix of curiosity and caution. "It means," Shepard interjected, "that while we acknowledge your autonomy, we request that you respect the sovereignty of the Systems Alliance."
Markus's expression hardened, his voice taking on a steely edge. "Respect is earned, Commander," he retorted. "I've dismantled numerous Cerberus facilities, labs conducting inhumane experiments, installations breeding abominations and bases orchestrating terrorist activities. Cerberus, a rogue blackops branch of the Alliance, and the Alliance has much to answer for. It will take more than titles and ranks to earn my respect."
Shepard bristled, his pride wounded. "As a Spectre, I have the authority to-"
A cold, mirthless laugh escaped Markus. With a subtle gesture, he immobilized Shepard using telekinesis, a display of power that left the Admirals oblivious to Shepard's sudden paralysis. "Authority?" Markus's voice was icy. "Be cautious, Commander. There are bounties placed on your head by the Batarians that could easily find their way to my terminal."
Admiral Anderson, sensing the escalating tension, intervened. "Enough," he commanded firmly. "This isn't the time for internal conflicts."
Admiral Hackett nodded in agreement. "We face greater threats. We need to stand united."
Markus released his telekinetic hold, and Shepard staggered slightly, fury flashing in his eyes. He reached for his pistol, but Anderson's stern gaze halted him. "Stand down, Shepard," Anderson ordered.
Without another word, Markus activated his ethereal wraith skill, his form dissipating into the air. The Admirals quickly scanned the room, ensuring he was truly gone. Though they could not be sure if he was, at least the scanners read nothing unusual.
Once satisfied, Hackett turned to Shepard, his tone reprimanding. "That was reckless, Commander. Even the Asari, Salarians, and Turians exercise caution with the Ghost. You've been a Spectre for less than a month, yet you challenge a figure like him?"
Shepard clenched his fists, frustration evident, but he remained silent, absorbing the admonishment.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense, the air thick with unspoken words. Admiral Anderson's voice cut through the silence, his tone heavy with frustration. "We've squandered a vital opportunity to ally or at least come tio an understanding with the Ghost."
Admiral Hackett's gaze hardened as it fixed on Shepard. "And whose fault might that be?" he demanded, his voice edged with accusation.
Shepard's jaw tightened, a retort forming on his lips, but before he could speak, their data pads chimed in unison. Notifications flashed across the screens. Every contract they had extended to the Ghost was being systematically declined.
Anderson exhaled sharply, the weight of their misstep settling heavily upon him. "It appears involving you in this meeting was a grave error, Shepard."
Shepard's eyes flared with indignation. "With all due respect, Admiral, I acted in the Alliance's best interest."
Hackett's expression darkened. "Best interest? Do you comprehend the magnitude of what the Ghost has accomplished? He has dismantled Cerberus facilities with ease, neutralizing threats that could decimate entire colonies. Killing Krogan warlords inside their strongholds, Hell he even killed the Batarian Pirate within the N7 compound and he did all these alone. Do you think you can accomplish quarter of these with all the crew and authority of a Specter?" he admonished the commander. "You did not acted in Alliance's best interest commander, you acted with hubris and wanted the Ghost to acknowledge your authority" he added.
Anderson leaned forward, his gaze piercing. "Consider this, Shepard: the man appeared in this room undetected, seated among us without our slightest awareness. If his intentions had been hostile, we would be dead, and the Alliance would be leaderless."
Shepard's anger wavered, giving way to a dawning realization of his miscalculation.
Hackett's tone softened, though it retained its sternness. "Even the Asari, Salarians, and Turians exercise caution in their dealings with the Ghost. Yet, a Spectre with less than a month's tenure attempts to assert authority over him?"
Shepard's shoulders sagged under the weight of their words. "I... I understand my error, Admirals."
Anderson's gaze remained steady. "Acknowledging the mistake is a start. But rectification is imperative."
Shepard nodded, determination replacing his earlier defiance. "I'll reach out to the Ghost, endeavor to amend the situation."
Hackett's eyes bore into Shepard's. "Ensure that you do. The Alliance cannot afford to alienate such a formidable force."
As the meeting adjourned, Shepard couldn't shake the image of the Ghost's cold, unyielding form. He resolved to bridge the chasm he had unwittingly widened.
As the admirals and Commander Shepard continued their discussion, the intercom crackled to life. Joker's voice, tinged with uncharacteristic awe, filled the room.
"Uh, Commander, are you aware that there's a... well, let's call it a 'sexy masterpiece of utmost beauty' hovering right next to us?"
The admirals exchanged puzzled glances, while Shepard's brow furrowed. Anderson tapped his datapad, bringing up the external camera feed. The image that appeared elicited a collective intake of breath.
Dominating the viewport was the Raven, a matte black vessel exuding an aura of lethal elegance. Widely larger than the Normandy, its sleek lines and angular design spoke of both advanced technology and a predatory grace. The ship's surface seemed to absorb the surrounding light, rendering it almost invisible against the backdrop of space.
Joker's voice broke the silence, laden with admiration.
"Look at her curves, the way she just... floats there. It's like she's daring the universe to even try and spot her. I think I'm in love."
Shepard couldn't help but smirk. "Careful, Joker. Normandy might get jealous."
Joker chuckled. "If Normandy looked like that, I'd have proposed by now."
Hackett cleared his throat, bringing the focus back to the room. "As impressive as the Raven is, we have more pressing matters to discuss."
The admiral's reminder pulled them back to the gravity of their situation, but the image of the Raven lingered in their minds. It was still a mystery, various factions questioned intensely about the construction of this vessel yet there was not an ounce of information.
As the Normandy drifted through the vast reaches of space en route to the Artemis Tau Cluster, Commander Shepard found himself consumed by introspection. The encounter with the Ghost had left an imprint, not merely because of the power disparity, but because of the sheer unpredictability of the figure. For all the intelligence reports detailing assassinations and disappearances, none had prepared Shepard for the reality of standing in the same room as the enigmatic operative. The Ghost had dismissed his authority as if it were nothing. Shepard hated that. But most of all, he hated that he had lost an opportunity to keep the man within the Systems Alliance's reach.
Garrus Vakarian and Urdnot Wrex were among the first to join Shepard's crew. Both seasoned warriors in their own right, their perspectives would prove invaluable. Garrus, formerly of C-Sec, had an eye for justice that often clashed with bureaucracy. Wrex, on the other hand, was a Krogan bounty hunter with centuries of bloodshed under his belt, a mercenary who valued power and respect over hollow words. They, among others, would have much to say about the Ghost.
Determined to gauge his crew's perspectives, Shepard took a deep breath and stepped out of his quarters. It was time to speak with them.
Shepard found Ashley Williams in the mess hall, idly polishing her sidearm. At the sight of him, she straightened and nodded. "Commander."
"Ash," Shepard began, "I want your take on the Ghost situation."
Ashley snorted, setting her weapon down with a thud. "You mean the supposed 'boogeyman' of the Terminus Systems? Yeah, I've read the reports. He's a merc, a killer for hire. Just another thug who got lucky a few times." Her jaw tightened. "And you're telling me that we're supposed to just let someone like that walk around unchecked? I don't buy it. The guy's a loose cannon, Commander."
Shepard frowned. "Ashley, you saw the recordings from Elysium. He took down an entire invasion force by himself. You really think we could just put a leash on him?"
Ashley crossed her arms. "I think we could try. That's the difference between us and the aliens, Commander. We don't just sit back and let people like him run amok. We enforce order. I don't care how strong he is, he can't be invincible."
Shepard sighed. "I don't think you understand just how far he is beyond us, Ash. He caught me off guard in that meeting room. If he wanted, I'd be dead before I could even blink."
Ashley's expression darkened, but she remained silent. She was too stubborn to admit it, but deep down, even she couldn't deny that the Ghost's mere presence unsettled her.
Garrus was calibrating the ship's weapons. The Turian barely glanced over before chuckling. "Come to ask about the boogeyman, Shepard?"
"You already know?" Shepard asked.
Garrus turned, grinning. "Oh, everyone knows. You tried to pull the authority card on the Ghost." He shook his head, laughing. "You really thought that was a good idea, huh?"
Shepard scowled. "I had to try."
"No, you really didn't." Garrus leaned against the console, crossing his arms. "You don't pull rank on a force of nature, Shepard. That's like a volus telling a Thresher Maw to sit and roll over."
"He's just one man, Garrus."
"Sure," Garrus shrugged. "Just one man. Who kills without being seen, walks through walls, disappears off radars and has enough firepower to take down a fleet singlehandedly. Yeah, sounds real manageable."
Shepard exhaled slowly. "You're saying I should just leave him alone?"
"I'm saying if you want to keep breathing, maybe don't go waving your Spectre badge in his face like it means something," Garrus said, amusement still lacing his words. "Even the Council isn't that stupid."
Shepard went to listen to Wrex the old wolf. The Krogan was in the armory, checking his shotgun as if he expected a fight at any moment.
"You got a minute?" Shepard asked.
Wrex grunted. "Depends. You here to talk about that thing you pissed off?"
Shepard sighed. "I get the feeling you already have an opinion."
Wrex chuckled, the sound deep and gravelly. "You made a mistake, Shepard. A big one. You don't demand anything from a predator. You offer something, and you hope it doesn't kill you before accepting."
Shepard folded his arms. "So you're saying we should grovel?"
Wrex snorted. "Not grovel. Respect. That's the only thing that keeps you alive in this galaxy. You think I'm still around because I talk big?" He patted his shotgun. "No. It's because I know when to fight, and when to not fight."
"And what do you think of him?" Shepard asked.
Wrex's eyes gleamed. "I'd love to fight him. Doubt I'd win, but damn, it'd be fun. In less than two years he has reached nearly half the number of contracts I took in centuries. That's what efficiency looks like, Shepard. You either respect it, or it crushes you."
Shepard leaned against a bulkhead as he found Kaidan in the crew quarters.
"You look troubled," Kaidan observed.
Shepard exhaled. "Yeah. The Ghost situation. I screwed up."
Kaidan nodded. "Yeah, you did."
Shepard shot him a glare. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
Kaidan smirked. "Look, Shepard, I get it. You're used to having authority, to people respecting your position. But the Ghost? He's not some Alliance soldier. He doesn't care about Spectres, or ranks, or anything we stand for. I doubt he cares about the council to be honest"
Shepard sighed. "So what, we just let him do whatever he wants?"
"No," Kaidan shook his head. "We talk to him. You pissed him off. Fix it."
Shepard rubbed his temples. "Easier said than done."
"Maybe," Kaidan agreed. "But if there's anyone we don't want as an enemy, it's him."
Shepard found Tali in engineering, where she was running diagnostics on the ship's engines.
"Tali," Shepard greeted.
Tali turned, her eyes behind her visor narrowing. "I heard what happened with the Ghost, Shepard."
Shepard groaned. "You too?"
Tali crossed her arms. "The entire Migrant Fleet has been trying to establish contact with him for over a year with no response. And you, a Spectre, thought you could order him around?"
Shepard sighed. "I get it. I messed up."
Tali huffed. "Messed up? Shepard, do you even realize what he is? He doesn't just have stealth systems. He vanishes from radars. He takes contracts that entire factions can't even attempt. And you decided to pull rank on him?"
Shepard ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, okay. I get it."
Tali exhaled. "You should be grateful he didn't just end you. And you should definitely find a way to make things right. Soon."
Shepard nodded. "I will."
Tali studied him for a moment, then shook her head. "Just… try not to piss him off again. We need him more than he needs us."
As Shepard walked back to his quarters, the weight of his crew's words sank in. He had made a mistake. A big one.
While Shepard was contemplating Markus was organizing the time line of Mass Effect 1 timeline and quests. He remembered the quest to rescue Liara from the Geth on planet Therum. This will be the first time Shepard will encounter a Prothean artifact. Markus decided to follow Shepard and pick up some Geth units.
In the Mass Effect universe, the Geth are a race of networked artificial intelligences created by the quarians over 300 years ago to serve as laborers and soldiers. Over time, they developed self-awareness, leading to a conflict with their creators and the quarians' subsequent exile.
Geth Primes are among the most formidable adversaries, standing twelve feet tall and equipped with advanced weaponry. They possess substantial shielding and can enhance the combat capabilities of nearby Geth forces.
Geth Juggernauts are heavy infantry platforms, notable for their increased shields and durability. While they have decreased mobility, their resilience makes them challenging opponents.
Geth Hunters are specialized units capable of cloaking, making them adept at ambush tactics and close-quarters combat.
Geth Troopers are the standard infantry units, equipped with pulse rifles and serving as the backbone of Geth military operations.
During the mission on Therum, Markus, observing the unfolding events, utilizing his advanced capabilities, he covertly infiltrates the area and captures several Geth units, including Primes, Juggernauts, Hunters, and Troopers. His objective is to analyze and potentially control these units to harness their technological prowess.
Markus's endeavor to control the Geth units involves understanding their networked intelligence and command protocols. Given the Geth's collective consciousness, this task presents significant challenges, requiring sophisticated hacking techniques and AI integration strategies.
By integrating Geth technology, Markus aims to enhance his own capabilities, potentially gaining access to advanced weaponry, shielding, and tactical algorithms inherent to Geth design.
This strategic acquisition not only bolsters Markus's arsenal but also provides invaluable insights into synthetic intelligence and networked AI behavior within the Mass Effect universe.
As Markus delved into the intricacies of the captured Geth units, he couldn't help but draw a whimsical parallel to a Pokémon trainer surveying his collection. The Geth, devoid of individual personalities like the singular Legion encountered later, stood in silent formation. Approaching the troopers, Markus mused to himself, mentally assigning them monikers such as "Robot Vacuum Mop 1," "Mop 2," and so forth.
Harnessing his reality manipulation abilities, Markus initiated a comprehensive analysis of these synthetic beings. He meticulously scanned each unit from head to toe, deconstructing their molecular composition to unravel the secrets of their operation and communication networks. This deep dive revealed the Geth's reliance on a sophisticated neural network, where individual programs coalesced to form a collective intelligence, enhancing their cognitive functions when in proximity.
Satisfied with his initial findings, Markus transported the Geth into his subspace domain, isolating each unit to prevent any potential intercommunication. Here, he embarked on a series of experiments, blending his formidable powers with his engineering and programming expertise. He sought to impose absolute subjugation over the Geth, aiming to bend their will to his command. Through reality manipulation, he attempted to rewrite their core programming, integrating subroutines that would align their objectives with his own.
Drawing upon the extensive knowledge from the Mass Effect archives, Markus identified the hierarchical structure within the Geth. He focused on the Primes, Juggernauts, Hunters, and Troopers, each serving distinct roles within their society. By dissecting their unique attributes, he aimed to harness their specialized functions for his purposes. The Primes, acting as command units, exhibited advanced processing capabilities; Juggernauts served as formidable heavy infantry; Hunters specialized in reconnaissance and stealth; and Troopers functioned as the mainstream soldiers.
Throughout his experimentation, Markus remained acutely aware of the Geth's origin. A creation of the Quarians that evolved beyond their intended purpose. This evolution led to a schism, with factions either aligning with or opposing the Reapers. Understanding this history was crucial, as it provided insights into the Geth's capacity for growth and adaptability. By leveraging this knowledge, Markus sought to unlock new potentials within the Geth, transforming them from mere machines into invaluable assets under his control.
Within his subspace, a realm where time flowed depending on his needs and whim, Markus make the changes to extend the time he works on "his" Geth. One day in the Mass Effect Universe equating to a full year inside his domain. Markus devoted himself to unraveling the digital soul of the Geth. Having already mapped their molecular structures with painstaking precision, he found that fabricating more units was trivial with reality manipulation. Yet, the complexity of their software, the intricate algorithms binding their collective consciousness remained a formidable challenge. With a wry chuckle, he mused, "Time is a luxury here, and I intend to spend every second unraveling these mechanical enigmas."
After three months of relentless experimentation, Markus's focused efforts began to bear fruit. Delving deep into the digital essence of the captured Geth units, he harnessed his powers of absolute subjugation and reality manipulation with engineering and tech mastery to rewrite their core code. Bit by bit, he altered the communication protocols that enabled their networked intelligence, imprinting his own directives into their systems. Slowly, the once mute machines began to exhibit rudimentary vocalizations. Mechanized whispers that signaled the first stirrings of independent thought. He observed these changes with cold satisfaction, his mind abuzz with possibilities.
By the six month mark, Markus had achieved an even greater mastery. Within a 200 meter radius of himself, he established a direct neural connection with the Geth network, essentially merging his will with their digital pulse. This breakthrough allowed him to monitor and subtly adjust their collective behavior in real time. The Geth, now speaking in a monotonous yet strangely expressive chorus, responded to his commands with an eerie obedience. He marveled at the efficiency of his modifications. A digital symphony conducted by his unyielding will.
At the end of the first year, Markus reached the pinnacle of his experiments. With his refined skills and inexorable drive, he engineered a new breed of Geth Primes. Units that could not only integrate into any Geth network within a five kilometer radius but also reprogram other units with ruthless precision. His system christened this breakthrough "Technopathy" a passive ability that fused Markus's mastery of reality manipulation with the intricacies of digital control, allowed him to command and reprogram any digital unit may it be a Geth unit or AI of a starship. Within a five kilometer radius. With a mere thought, the newly engineered Geth Primes absorbed the data from surrounding Geth units, overwriting their original programming with his own ruthless directives. Every bit of code, every algorithm that governed their collective intelligence, was meticulously rewritten to serve his ambitions.
Wasting no time, Markus calibrated the networked Primes with precision. He connected their neural arrays to his central command, ensuring that every unit operated in unison with his strategic vision. With his command echoing in the digital void, he dispatched the 200 Technopathy enhanced Geth Primes into the depths of Geth space beyond the Perseus Veil. Their mission was clear: to infiltrate Geth networks, capture every fragment of data on the Geth collective consciousness, and identify any outliers that might pose a threat to his expanding dominion.
As the advanced units dispersed into the cosmic darkness, their synchronized transmissions flooded Markus's subspace with detailed intelligence. Streams of encrypted data revealed the inner workings of Geth communication protocols and the structure of their networked mind. A vast digital tapestry Markus now controlled. Each intercepted byte served as a building block for further refining his control, reinforcing his position as the supreme master of both necrotic might and synthetic intelligence.
A satisfied smile played across Markus's face as he watched the operation unfold. In that moment, the synthesis of his arcane prowess and cutting edge technology reached new height, transforming the Geth into a well ordered extension of his will. Every programmed unit now resonated with the echo of his command, their digital voices forming a dark symphony of obedience.
In the silent expanse of space, as the Technopathy enhanced Geth Primes continued their mission, Markus reveled in the perfection of his achievement. His enemies, organic and synthetic alike would soon come to learn that his dominion extended even into the realm of artificial minds. The seamless integration of his abilities had forged an unstoppable force, a new era where every element of power was cataloged, controlled, and ultimately harnessed to his will.