The next morning at instrumentron Shepard did a few files from the C-Sec and Staff on board the "Normandy". All files were complete and accurate information about how to "gifts" found its real and effective application. After reviewing the contents of the file, the XO had breakfast in the dining room at headquarters and returned to the Crisis Center. We had to work on a number of plant problems.
Liara. The path through the war-2
Weapons of victory. Idea
Younger T'Soni woke up in the night by the fact that she did not give in once again to sleep some thought. Since it had happened before that, but now it is clear that there is a particular thought. Lifting heavy with sleep head, a young asari listened - in an underground shelter was relatively quiet. Nothing indicated the occurrence or existence of any problems.
For a long time people Tessa moved into the ground - on the surface were very few. Reapers bombarded surrounded by blue-skinned virgins parent planet with maniacal persistence and number of landings, shrimp expelled to the surface for a long time Tess has exceeded a few thousand over the past decade.
Pododvinuv to his reader, Liara grabbed the stylus, including the screen and began sketching out a sketch of what her a few minutes ago dreamed a nap. She could not understand exactly what she saw, but felt, felt that it was very important and necessary right now. The fragile, almost hazy idea even in the figures did not manifest itself in full force and Liara understood: it is too complicated and it is important for today's situation and that for the present moment.
Jumping out of bed, Liara hastily scribbled on the small screen reader all she could remember, a few minutes peering into a sketch, and then decisively won on instrumentrone several requests to the local database. After reviewing the submissions received, she sat on the bed and thought. Something was clearly wrong. She should not have imagined this. It should not, and that's it. It is not an engineer, it is not a technician, it is not the inventor. It is not even a warrior, and had a gun in front of her sketches. Previously unknown weapon. Unknown to the asari weapons. Looking at the blurred outline of eye images, Liara doubt that such weapons are known to at least one of the current race.
Typing on instrumentrone regular database queries, younger T'Soni looked back at the reader with mixed feelings. Who is she to Higher Powers gave her such information ?! Yes, it runs an information broker, intermediary, yes, it is - a fighter of the local militia, yes, it is one of researcher laboratories. But this weapon ... which is nowhere more vyave not exist ... From him emanated galactic power and might. It ... it could dramatically and, most importantly, quickly weaken and the Reapers and their henchmen. Looking at the sketch, Liara knew that now her life changed dramatically. What lay before her in these images require from it all, that only she could give. Alone with this not handle it - it's completely accurate. Not all, not all, not even a very reasonable organics can understand what it is immediately and fully. Many, many people - do not believe in the principle. Many - believe very limited, very little.
However, this weapon did not look foreign to the Galaxy. It was not the fruit of a sick imagination. He also had distant analogues: the very weapon which stopped it from Mnemosyne reaper and created the Great Rift on the planet - it was the forerunner of those weapons. Screwed up, Liara imagined volley of weapons, which has now been drafted stingy jagged lines on the small screen reader and could not even identify what feelings it possessed at the time. She introduced torn apart Reaper ships, the very large two-kilometer polutorakilometrovy and shrimp, which are now able to confidently and completely overcome only dreadnoughts and Prothean, former collectioners cruiser. But now it's guns swept away entire fleets of shrimp with all the escort ships. Several such salvos - any star system is cleared of invaders faster and more reliable than before. And that means ...
This means that the war against the Reapers will not be long. This means that it can end for decades, maximum - for months, even if the Reapers will be thrown into the galaxy from the Dark Cosmos all the reserves if they are to rivet their ships by conveyor continuously for twenty-four hours a day. This means that the number of possible victims of organic reasonably be kept to a minimum, many, many will live. This means that it, John, her Shepherd, Svetlana, otryadovtsy months will not be forced to wander the galaxy, almost continuously, not rest, and fighting in every possible way to help a variety of inhabitants of the Milky Way. This means that it will be able to admit Liara T'Soni John in his love and become his wife - the first or the second - is not so important, but my wife absolutely officially and actually, after the war quickly come to an end and she, the youngest T '
This means that she ... that she can give John his children. Let this be the asari, but it will be the best asari. From a man like John the other children simply can not be. This means that John will live a very long time ... After all of them will not hang the threat die in this terrible war against the Reapers. Of course, he will find a plenty of challenges and adventures, but they will not be so terrible and comprehensive as this war against the Reapers ...
Stopping, pausing, Liara moved to memory other close analogs of these weapons. Yes, it is absolutely real, and perhaps more than that - it is necessary. A lot to do to create it: it will be a lot of work, but it must be done in order to be able to carry to orbit Tess fleets of the Reapers to no longer exploded azariyskie beautiful frigates and cruisers majestic, protecting the planet Azariyskogo Space.
Liara rest of the night spent without sleep, feeling clearly that now the dream becomes impossible for her just a luxury. Reader screens covered with new and new texts, tables, diagrams. Looking at the screen reader to the original sketch, the youngest T'Soni all acutely understand - this sketch she remembered every detail and that fit on the screen was weak, very weak similarity that lived in her mind, in her mind, in her mind, in her feelings. The fourth direction. Or, as once said Svetlana, fourth height. For the three areas of work younger T'Soni unexpected and very naturally added the fourth and Liara suddenly realized - it will be able to make war with the Reapers in a special way. Not picking up army military weapons, it will be able to combine information and science, organize many reasonable and encourage them to create something that will help so many races of the Milky Way to defeat the Reapers. And if you will be defeated by the Reapers, their henchmen will also cast - have no doubt at all in this Liara.
Morning she met on her feet, moving from table to table, from screen to screen. Very rarely, when she felt very very thirsty, she grabbed from the table thermos othlёbyvala, put the thermos into place and walked to the next table or the screen, making changes, modifications, additions and clarifications to the already written, drawn and The lead. Keenly aware that what lived inside it, should understand and see too many intelligent, who can not, for obvious reasons all realize as she realized. And because she Liara T'Soni must do everything to make it easier for them to recognize it as close to the level of the most T'Soni.
- Liar, you ... You did not sleep again. - In the bedroom came Etita, overlooked the working disorder. - You've got a ... - she went to the table, took the very first reader, stared ... - Where is it?
- Dreamed Dad. Here, I develop midnight. - Liara said shyly, still flickers between the tables and screens. - I do not know where it came from, but I'm sure - it will help. It will help to defeat the Reapers. It can not be helped.
- Hmm. - Etita critically overlooked the image on the small screen. - Do you know can really help. You dont mind?
- No. - Liara paused for a moment, but then leveled off and went to the wall screen, took a pen, draw a few lines. - This is - a collective work. I am one such - do not pull at all.
- But without you it would be difficult to implement, Liara. - Etita peered doubtfully into an image on the screen of the first reader. - To know who or what prompted you to such ...
- It does not matter who or what. The main thing - it can work. - Liara for a moment sat down in a chair, typing on keyboard instrumentrona several teams. - Dad, I know that I br
eak mode, and everything else, but I have to catch up to the arrival in the stronghold of the sketch basis. So it will have to do without breakfast. I have a snack then little by little, on the main ritual of my time as she know, now is not present.
- I see. - Etita continued to stare at the sketch lines. - I'm afraid even to jinx it, but it looks like you got a sign from above.
- May be. May be. - Liara muttered, rushing to the wall screen and quickly making changes to the table and diagram. - Dad ...
- I will copy it to yourself, talk with your friends. All the information you give, Liar. - Etita slammed his instrumentron, rapid steps toward the door. - You're doing everything right, Liar. All right. - With these words she left, firmly closing the door behind him.
On the father's care Liara did not react in any way - it does not even realize that it is now working on the problem of creating a new weapon is not alone. Introducing the endless changes and clarifications, she tried to simultaneously combine the graphics of their normal work and life that will require her new direction. The fourth direction. She was in a hurry and in a hurry, knowing that she will not be allowed to reduce the load in the militia, scientific or brokerage work. Yes, she did not want to reduce the load for the first time in many decades and felt that he could bring real, of great benefit to the set of organic reasonable. Not only asari.
Etita fulfilled his promise. In the few tens of minutes, which Liara spent on making the next portion of the changes and additions to the clarifications, the matriarch spoke to more than a dozen of his good friends, can understand this sketch.
- Etit, this ... this is just a fairy tale. - Said one of the officers of Matriarchy, flag-captain videoconferencing Azariyskogo Space Ungena Tivissa. - The battery of guns ...
- Ungena, come without refinements. - Etita stopped his girlfriend, ready to break out the flow of glorification. - Do you know fully in the defense industry, give me the coordinates and radii, and I myself will speak to them. Itself you understand, it needs to be implemented quickly and effectively to prevent the Reapers opportunities to develop and create an antidote.
- Yes, I understand, but your Liara - it is something. Definitely something. Probably higher powers were right when they helped her get out. It was right. And she ... she did not want to dwell on the already achieved. - Matriarch looked again sketch, copy it yourself. - Okay. - Ungena scored on his instrumentrone code. - Etit, forward you a list of coordinates. There are three dozen positions, but it is - the best who will be able to understand what created Liara.
- No matter how much they were there, Ungena. No matter how many. - Etita checked whether the file on instrumentron, turn off the screen went. - I'll run. I'll then tell Liara ...
- Say, Etit. Say. Finally, we will have the basis for a large and strong hope ... hope for victory ... - said the flag-captain. - For my part ...
- Just quietly, Ungheni. Quietly and without details. Liara weak as you yourself know, after such injury death threat increases during overloads repeatedly. - Stopped at the door, Etita said.
- Do not worry. Liara will receive the highest priority. It is well known, believe me, not just in the militias. And although she does not want to become an army operation, in many of its videoconferencing respected as equals. And the fact that she - militia - not playing any negative role here. And its science and information operating time Army and navy asari are a long time and often.
- Glad to hear it, Ungheni. - Etita stepped over the threshold. Her path lay in research and production centers Tess.
Engineers and technicians, having seen the sketch, invariably fell into a deep reverie, replaced by a feverish activity. Etita and she watched with interest as the screen reader, and there were very similar to those that created Liara, drawings, diagrams, graphs. She did not speak to your friends techies that her daughter had drawn something similar, but saw evidence that Liara once again proved to be right - this weapon could become a reality.
- Do not worry, the matriarch. - I told her the matron, the head of one of the central laboratories. - Liara is a leading developer and project manager. It is not even discussed. Her idea - to her and to be supreme chairwoman. And for our part we will do everything that is embodied in metal and plastic as soon as possible.
- May be. - He mused Etita habitually stepping out the door. - We still ...
- Persuading only procurers. We will need all possible reserves. We must not tarry. - Admonished her matron had no doubts that Etita - Rebellious Matriarch ulamyvanie implement it quickly and efficiently.
Procurers howled when they saw the sketch, but has received guidance from scientists and soldiers who were forced to accept and hide far away suspicions, doubts and outright reluctance to open reservists.
- Etit wait. - A matriarch approached one of the military doctors, lechivshaya Liara. - Here, - she gave container - Liara This will help maintain performance. Vitamin cocktail. Let takes his daily pattern. She did not give up ...
- No, she will still be in the militia and in the laboratory and in the company to work with. - Confirmed Etita taking container. - Thank you for Brive.
After talking with a few of his more good friends, went Etita Training Center militias - was to spend the next training cycle.
At the break she came to Liara, who returned to the landfill, where militias to develop new models of rifles, handed her the files with obtained information and a container with a cocktail.
- Dad, for the files - thanks, and a cocktail ...
- Liar, it is necessary. Aware of the limitations. And I understand that you are now - center. it can not be fully realized, and as necessary without you. - Retorted Etita. - Benešov negotiations with their friends in the Matriarchy structures, I will not refer to, limit its sector. And you are obliged to take care of themselves more.
- You've already managed to speak with the commander, Dad. - Reproachfully said several Liara. - And I took off from distant trips. And we have...
- I know. - I interrupted Etita daughter. - You are now enough work. Will you go for a variety of enterprises to do everything possible to Tessa got these weapons as soon as possible. Because your war, Liar, it becomes much more complicated than for any volunteer.
- Yes, I understand, but ...
- Liar, I remember. - Again interrupted daughter matriarch. - Remember that this weapon will save thousands and millions of lives. And do not risk needlessly.
- I'll try, Dad. - Embarrassed, Liara said. - I'm sorry, I have to prepare for the next exit polygons. If too long now the patrol is not for me ...
- Get ready. And do not forget prihlёbyvat this cocktail. In the unity - the power, Liar. Remember this. You are not alone.
Liara hugged his father in silence, kiss and pulled away. Etita looked her daughter studying penetrating gaze, then returned to the classroom, where she waited for a few dozen listeners. Classes continued.
On this day, many people felt that Liara came another line of work. Large and complex area that it would be given completely and without reserve, as far as at all possible. Younger T'Soni tried so plan your work and to its service in the army and work in the laboratory and in the intermediary company helped her to cope with a number of new challenges and that she was able to once again. Arriving in the evening to her room, she threw on instrumentron hundreds of files that define her life for the next decade.
"John ... - thought the younger T'Soni, stopping in front of false windows -. I will do everything to make these weapons came and struck the Reapers as quickly and efficiently I want to help you and I will help you and your colleagues will try to.. really help. I love you and I want this war quickly ended with a victory. Our victory. "
Citadel. Shepard. Concern for his wife and children
Job. Job. Job. Only the work of Shepard rescued from sinking into cheerless reflection. A reason for such thinking enough. More precisely - it lacked personally. Total two reasons. The first - not passing feeling that now, in the decade that's the fate of the future course o
f the war against the Reapers. The inhabitants of the Galaxy for the first few months of struggle got a chance to survive and win at the same time - a chance to die and disappear. In both cases should go to the end and be ready, as they said in ancient times, to drink the cup to the end.
While working in crisis centers, Shepard knew every day, aware and understand what the price will be paid and the first and second versions of events. What price ... Great price. Even now, in the "crest" of the war the price of each option was already prohibitively huge - to the losses incurred by the inhabitants of the galaxy in this confrontation with the Reapers, a long time ago paled with krogan war and the war with rachni. About all sorts of small conflicts vnutriturianskogo level and did not want to talk - they just lost on the background of the huge numbers of irretrievable loss.
From feeling the need to personally contribute to the fact that the victory was won over the reapers, like growl and compress fingers to whitening fists. And not one Shepard: he is the XO, seen as sensitive to this feeling of not passing normandovtsy. Each in its own way, of course, but that react very badly.
Anderson ordered to drive the frigate, cruiser tsitadelsky dock and subjected to enhanced monitoring. Several days the ship will neboesposoben. Non-combat-capable! And it is now, when the Reapers, has accumulated vast experience in taming the unruly race destined to become the sacrificial lambs, may attack the Citadel, and then - walk through fire rink for all the worlds of the galaxy, scrubbing out any and all reasonable, translating them into a paste and destroying all traces of their activities and stay.
Harvest shook ferocity almost all the inhabitants of the galaxy. It is unlikely that today would find at least one reasonable, not pierced her disastrous.
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