Chapter 9 chapter eight

Fidagazu Wass Edenna adjusted the pistol on his belt as he disembarked from the ground duty vehicle.When she was in the fleet, she never carried a pistol, but every quarian who left the safety of the wandering fleet was fully armed at all times. Lige and Anwa are two of Aidena's subordinates, and she selected these two people to carry out this mission with her.The two of them also climbed out of the car and stood on both sides of Aiden.She could see that the two were nervous, which reflected her nervousness. She doesn't trust Glo.Glo was a quarian, but if the guy hadn't had a sore on his head and pus dripping from his feet, he wouldn't have been kicked out of the fleet.That's why she refused to meet him at Omega: too many places to lay ambushes.He refused at first, but finally he agreed to meet her in Sherba, a desolate and uninhabited place not far from the Venus star system.

The air in Sherba is still—almost—breathable, but the temperature here is too low, always below freezing, to be suitable for settlement or planting.Moreover, there are only ordinary low-abundance metals and mineral deposits on the surface, so there is no economic benefit in mining.No one cares about the world—backward, empty.If Glo was going to cheat them, trading here would make him think twice about whether it was worth the effort. Even though her airtight environmental suit protected her in the coldest of environments, Feida was still shaking.A corner of her mind wished she could forget about the deal, just turn around and walk away.But Glo promised her some air-cleaning coils, as well as chemical reaction catalysts, which several ships in the fleet desperately needed to replace.Despite her personal reservations, she couldn't keep her cool and turn down his offer of a deal.

"It's there." A companion said, pointing to the vast blue plain.Much of Sherba's barren landscape is covered with blue plains and green rock formations. A small flying car sped toward them from a distance, billowing turquoise smoke.Feida looked around and looked towards the distant horizon to see if there were any other vehicles.She saw nothing and was relieved. Pell sprawled on a tall pale green rock a mile away, watching the quarians come within range of his Volkov sniper rifle.Because of Glo's poor reputation among his original race, Pell had doubts that the quarians would come.But the quarians assured him they would come.

Looks like the little bastard hit the spot. The quarians stepped out of the car. "We have three objectives," said a voice through the headset in the ensuit's helmet. "Alpha Squad take out the one on the right," he said quietly. "Beta Squad take out the one on the left. Leave the middle one for me to clean up." "Alpha Squad - Target Lock," a voice answered. "Beta Squad—Target," confirmed another voice, this time a female voice. From what he could see in the scope, even at this distance, he was pretty confident his team would hit the target.But these quarians are all heavily armored, and the odds of a bullet being able to pierce the kinetic shields of their armor suits and kill them all before they run behind the car and take cover are not very high.Glo has his work to do if the plan is to go ahead. "Don't fire until I give the signal," he ordered, aiming his gun at the quarian in the middle.

The quarians were patiently waiting for their contacts to arrive.Soon, Feida could hear the engine of the vehicle, the tires scraping across the rough ground, the air here was very thin, and everything sounded sharp and harsh. When the car was less than fifty meters away from them, Fei Da raised her hand, palm forward.As she had requested while discussing the details of the meeting, the car stopped.He stopped ten meters away, Lige and Anwa raised their assault rifles and aimed at the newly arrived visitor. "Glo?" she asked, identifying the man behind the mask. "Are you here to rob me?" That's how she responded, nodding to the weapon pointed at her chest.Glo raised his hand high, and unlike Feida and his men, he was not wearing any armor.

"I don't take chances," she replied, "especially with you." In the Fleet, there are several crimes that can lead to exile: murder, repeated violent assaults on others, direct destruction or nuisance of life ships or food supply ships.But Glo's transgression—trying to sell quarians to gatherers—looks even more heinous.Loyalty is the cornerstone of quarian culture, and the survival of the Stray Fleet requires the cooperation of every member of society.The trafficking of fellow Qualleys for personal gain is a serious violation of Fida's values ​​and is an unforgivable crime.

"You came alone?" Glo nodded. "The parts are in the back of the truck if you want to see." Fida drew his pistol, pointed it at Glo, and nodded to Leeger to check the car.He came slowly, weapon still raised.The car was a very simple pickup truck with room for only two people in the cockpit and a cargo trailer in the back.The trailer box is little more than a boxy box, with a vertical sliding door that opens and closes for easy unloading.Ligg pressed a button on the panel on the side of the car, but instead of opening the sliding door, the panel beeped sharply and flashed red.

"The carriage is locked." "What's the access code?" Fida ordered, threateningly waving the pistol in Glo's direction. "Seven two six nine," he replied, and Liger typed in the numbers.Then all the evils burst out. "Get ready," Pell whispered into the walkie-talkie as a quarian walked toward Glo's car. The bomb in the compartment behind Glo's car exploded, sending off a powerful flash.The blast threw the quarians next to the car into the air and knocked down several others. Glo was also knocked to the ground by the blast. "Fire," he said, and Pell pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle smoothly and firmly in a firm voice.

The force of the explosion knocked Fida down. She staggered to the ground, but rolled quickly to her feet, drew her pistol and fired at Glo, who was still standing on the ground, shielding her head with her hands. Feida pulled the trigger, but nothing happened.She looked down and saw the status indicator on the gun flashing red—the auto-aiming system had been overloaded.Cursing, she switched the button on the grip to manual, knowing that the impact just now had disabled the gun, and her kinetic energy shield might also be damaged. A super-accelerated warhead smaller than the tip of a needle effortlessly pierced through the melted plate on the armor and hit Feida. The flash tore her shoulder, and the flesh under the plate churned with pain.This powerful impact made her roll, and the pistol flew out of her hand.She fell to the ground feeling like her kneecaps were splitting too, Feida's screams mingling with the unmistakable whoosh of high-energy bullets tearing through thin air.

She could see Lige's body, lying where the blast had blown him away.The impact of the explosion at close range shattered his mask, and his face was bloody.She could clearly see one eye staring at her, lifeless and no longer blinking.The enemy was still wasting bullets at the corpse, Lige's corpse was still twitching, and the muscles were still convulsing. Get in the car!Feida's consciousness screamed at herself, and she responded by lying on the ground and crawling towards the car with support on her stomach.She didn't feel the bullet that ended her life in the back of her head at all.

Pell kept firing, sending bullet after bullet into the motionless body, until he heard the sound of Glo in his helmet. "I think you can stop now. They're all dead now." Pell stood up, put away the gun, and inserted it into the simple gun buckle on his back. "Beta team, come down and meet us at the rendezvous point. Alpha team, continue to observe and be alert for reinforcements." Sherba's gravitational acceleration is 0.92 times that of the earth's standard, so even if he is limited by the environmental suit, he still has plenty of time to take his time.It took him five minutes to arrive at the scene of the massacre.Glo was there waiting for him, along with two women from Beta Squad.They had stripped clothing and equipment from the dead quarians.Bullet holes ripped through the black clothing, which was covered in blood, but until the end, no one paid attention to these details. Pell was too tall to pass as a quarian, but both women were the right size and shape.Their faces were hidden by helmets, and then they put on clothes and coats, making it difficult to distinguish them from the victims from the outside. "Have you located their dropship?" Glo asked as Pell approached.Like the woman, he hides his true identity with the stripped clothes from the corpse. "We knew where they were when they landed," Pell told him. "About ten kilometers from here." "Maybe there are three or four more people on board," the quarians reminded him. "They may have weapons, but they won't be wearing battle suits. Remember, you've got to catch at least one alive. Keep the pilot if possible." The pilot of the Aidena fleet scout ship Sinaiad, Hilo Ja Wass Aidena, was a little surprised when he saw Fida's car approaching on the horizon. Hilo reached out and pressed the comm transmit button on the radio. "Fida, I'm Hilo, can you hear me?" There was a reply a second later, but there was so much static that he couldn't make out anything. "I can't hear you, Fida, is everything ok over there?" This time the answer was a piercing radio screech, and Shiloh resignedly gave up and switched off the walkie-talkie. "Get ready," Shiloh said into the ship's intercom, "Fida is on his way back." "Why didn't she call us first?" The answer came from the loudspeaker after a while. "Sounds like there's something wrong with their car's radio." "I just did it last week!" the voice objected. "I guess you have to fix it again," Shiloh replied with a smile, "but still be careful, just in case." It's not uncommon for things to go wrong on the Sinaiard.Like all warships, transports and vehicles in the Rogue Fleet, these vehicles and ships have seen better days.Most types of warships should have been withdrawn from active service long ago, or thrown into the garbage dump.The quarians, on the other hand, lack the metals and resources to afford such a luxury. Hilo kept wondering how long these makeshift fixes would keep the car going, until they finally had to admit defeat and tear it down for parts.The hope is a few more months, and if they're lucky, another year. Luck, he thought, is not a concept we quarians often think about.Then the car stopped under the loading door. Three jumped out, and one gestured for the frigate to open the unloading doors so they could drive in the loaded boxes.Shiloh got up from his chair and walked toward the cargo bay so he could help put the cargo into the cabin.He was only halfway there when he heard the sound of fire and screaming as he squeezed past the small dining room tables and chairs. He drew the pistol from his belt, kicked away the tables and chairs blocking the way, and rushed to support his crew members.He half-climbed and half-slid down the slide in the cargo hold, but his mind never stopped thinking that it might be too late for him to get there. He rushed into the hold, but froze, hesitating at what he saw. The boxes in the cargo hold were open, but there was nothing inside.The crew members were all dead, lying in disorder where they were shot.Several people in full armor and armor were searching inside to see if there were any survivors.These few people must not be quarians, because they are all too big.At this moment, his thoughts suddenly stopped.He saw Feida, Lige and Anwa standing in front of him, pointing guns at him.On closer inspection, it took him a moment to recognize that the men were all fakes.But it's too late.One shot, and the bullet tore through Shiloh's thigh, tearing apart the muscles in the leg.With a scream, he dropped his weapon.Three people swarmed up, two pushed him to the ground, and the third pointed a gun at him in front of him. Hilo beat him wildly. His mind was already numb with grief, and he didn't realize the pain of overturning his thigh muscles and The threat of a gun to the head. "Calm down and we'll spare your life?" the man standing in front of him said to him in perfect Quari. As restless as he was now, his mind was putting together a picture of who was speaking.Feda had warned them of the man they were meeting: an outcast who had betrayed his own people.Now Aidena has fallen into their trap.Hilo realized helplessness and despair, and his body softened. The quarian leaned over him, his gun casually in his hand. "Who are you?" He didn't answer. "I'm asking for your name," he repeated, hitting Hilo on the side of his head with the butt of his pistol, and Hiro's eyes lit up. "Who are you?" He still didn't answer. The pistol slammed into his head again, his teeth on his tongue, and he tasted the blood in his mouth, but he wasn't unconscious yet. "I'm Glo Maker Vas Ucela. I'm asking you one last time. Who are you?" Glo, a member of Ucela's fleet. "You have no right to use that name!" Shiro yelled, his voice echoing inside the helmet. "You are Vas Nedas, Glo Nar Tasi!" Crew without affiliation, Goblin Golo, bred by no one.deported people.No one cares.Thousands of people cursed. This time the pistol was more powerful, shattering the faceplate of the helmet and cracking the glass.Unfiltered air—contaminated with bacteria and microbes—was up your nose with an unfamiliar and frightening smell. Purely out of instinctive fear, his adrenaline surged again, giving Hilo's limbs new strength.He broke free from the two men who were holding him, and arched up.He turned over and propped himself up on his knees, trying to stand up and run away, but the shot he had taken to his thigh earlier turned his muscles into a mass of blood and minced flesh, unable to support him.He fell forward, hitting his face hard on the steel deck of the unloading bay. Someone stepped on his back so hard that he passed out.Instantly he felt a sharp stabbing pain in the back of his neck, and his consciousness sank into a warm blue mist. He felt his body being turned over.But he was powerless to resist.He lay on his stomach, staring straight at the overhead light on the ceiling, but couldn't move or speak.The blue mist was getting heavier and heavier, gradually engulfing him, and the whole world left him.The last words he heard before falling into a total coma were from a human. "You broke his mask. My boss will be mad if he gets infected with something and dies."