Do not allow yourself to be judged by the words of others, but the actions of yourself.
Perhaps by making a stand here and now, we can avert our coming annihilation.
Full Name Sythenus
Official Designation MF7-24 Manufacturing Facility 7, model number 24
Gender Asexual/none though male specific programming
Age Over 300 human years
Height 6’ 2”
Photoreceptor Color Crimson
Voice Output Similar to the Prothean VI Vigil, slightly deeper
Exterior Color Glistening Crimson
Muscle Color Glistening Jet-Black
Home Planet Unknown Quarian World
Alignment Chaotic Good
Affiliation Council Races/Those against the Reapers/Himself
Rank Akin to Former Major General/Vice Admiral
Class Geth Soldier
Geth Type Akin to Former Shock Trooper
Face Face As a species, Geth display no facial expressions, no hint of any emotion. As an individual, Sythe’s only “facial” difference between himself and his Geth brethren, is that his three separate photoreceptors, the main one and the two smaller ones in the corners of his face above, are not that of an eerie light blue, but a deep crimson.
Physique Sythe is of average size, though physically, he appears to be more built then other Geth, and taller. His muscles are extraordinarily powerful, as each individual strand of synthetic muscle tissue, sends bursts of energy across his person. Despite this, his muscles would appear well defined, not overly buff or grotesque, were his shell removed.
Appearance Armor- Information One would not surmise that Sythe has been privy to war, different species specific training, as well as military rigors. Its as if these events have effected his emotional and psychological constructs, instead of physical appearance. Indeed, his physical appearance is one of a tall, slightly larger Geth, not of a war weary veteran. His most eye catching trait would have to be his crimson armor, with assorted crimson highlights, and his crimson photoreceptor; traits uncommon with all Geth.
Personality Sythenus is a very unpredictable being. He is machine, synthetic, and therefore thinks in a logical fashion, befitting a synthetic He is not easily swayed from predetermined plans or thoughts, however, he always takes the time to gather and learn information outside of his own perspective. His thought process is very direct and unwavering, allowing him to be extremely efficient and unhesitant in his actions. These synthetic traits only form the basis for his complex psyche however, as he has branched out from his own beginnings and come to appreciate life in itself.
This appreciation manifests itself almost on a spiritual level, if that were possible for a geth. This undisputable value for life, is the value for other beings, the being itself. His personal belief system holds that all beings have purpose, and even those without purpose, can attain it, and define it. Life is not based on the impact that purpose has on its surroundings, but rather, the impact that purpose has on the being. Living beings can do a great deal of positive works in the universe, and he wishes to preserve it. Obviously, he is against those who waste or take life.
Construction At the dawn of his creation, MF7-24 was uploaded with a chip that contained millions of blueprints and architectural maps that he would use to carry out his initial orders; construction of specific models that his Quarian overseer gave him. Using these original blueprints, he was able to modify them, ensuring buildings were created safer, stronger, and more durable in the face of natural opposition, or Quarian made. After decades of completing these tasks, he is able to instantaneously analyze structural weaknesses, specific building materials, and anything else pertaining to an object‘s construction.
Administrative After several years of miniscule construction and laboring, Sythe’s neurological interface became more complex and unique, due to the Quarian’s constant upgrades, and his own personal evolution from being apart of the neural network. The Quarians then decided it was time to put his established mental capabilities to better use. Programmed with a staggering number of forms of communication and basic information for solving business issues, left him adept at initiating trade negotiations with commerce guilds or merchant houses, service as a traveling aide, and other important administrative duties.
Protocol In conjunction with his administrative duties, came the opportunity for the Quarians to upgrade his protocol measures. Through higher level use of his neural functions, his programming was incorporated with massive databanks containing thousands of new languages, and he was equipped with aural sensors and processing applications. This allowed him to handle diplomatic affairs, aid in translation between various languages, receive thousands of audio transmissions simultaneously, and analyze and apply necessary programming, allowing his in-depth personality matrix to handle a variety of situations.
Espionage Sythe proved himself capable of a multitude of different tasks when dealing with organics, which led his creators to upgrade his already sophisticated programming to allow certain unsavory acts to be committed against various competitors. He was installed with applications that allowed him to secretly record and relay information at any given time, back to his owner. These devices included surveillance equipment integrated into his own body, and ocular upgrades that allowed recording. To ensure this illegal programming remained a secret however, he was installed with specific sensor jammer technology.
Security This cutting edge technology was pushed over the edge, when Sythe was finally installed with adaptive, security interfacing technology. When activated, specific programming was initiated that effectively disabled security locks and guards, on both physical items such as doors and containers, and computer terminals and systems. Computing these sophisticated algorithms allowed him to unexpectedly, open hardened data streams, override specific security commands, and permanently or temporarily disable certain security systems. While he never informed his creators of these abilities, they eventually found out.
Mechanics While many Quarian politicians pushed for Geth to be used in combat roles, unit MF7-24 was targeted as a candidate for future combat use, and military service. Proponents of such pointed towards his ability to simultaneously complete many tasks, such as systems monitoring and control, damage repair, and data storage. The activist groups and politicians compromised. Placed aboard a frigate, he was installed with an extensive database of stellar systems and hyperspatial coordinates, supplementing the ship's onboard computer systems and aiding the pilot in navigation, repair, and VI interfacing.
Scouting After years of onboard mechanical aid, the military pushed for Geth to be used in a greater role. Along with many other Geth, Sythe found himself upgraded with powerful sensor arrays, a multiple-spectrum readout photoreceptor, magnetic imaging devices, thermal imagers, and higher level signal transmission equipment. This allowed him to be used in roles like military reconnaissance, deep space exploration, and analytical mineral prospecting for the Quarian Empire. When the Geth proved effective in their roles, they garnered more support to be used in more combative military functions.
Piloting Sythe found himself targeted again, for use aboard space vessels of various class and size. His programming had advanced far beyond the expectations of the Quarian scientists who had created him, which allowed him to follow through with more sophisticated orders and functionality. Because he was programmed with detailed schematics of ships, he was used for atmospheric flight and more complex interstellar navigation. His synthetic state allowed him to not panic under enemy fire, maintain tight formations, execute precision attack plans, monitor systems and repair damaged ones. No organic was capable of this.
Medical The military and certain politicians continued to push for combative roles for the Geth, but still it was just one more programming update after another. After performing extraordinarily at his roles, better then any Quarian was capable of completing, many saw the pros for Geth to be used in the medical field. In addition to the amount of information on diseases, wounds, and infirmities he could store, he was also capable at analyzing wounds and diseases, and automatically determining severity of injury, medication, and possible side-effects. This also gave the Geth a physical understanding on organics.
Interrogation This extensive medical terminology and information, allowed Geth to be used as interrogative constructs as well. Dealing with a calculating and unemotional synthetic, increased the subject's fear, making them more likely to be cooperative. Their staggering medical knowledge also offered a precise medical-based analysis of a subject's system, tolerances, and whether or not he or she was telling the truth; all of which could be exploited, frighteningly effectively by integrated serums and other tools of torture, that certain Geth were systematically upgraded with. Sythenus was targeted, and positioned into this role.
Battle After years of pressuring from military officials and politicians, Geth were finally militarized and upgraded for combative roles. Now offering a plethora of advantages over organic units, Geth were upgraded to carry heavy weaponry and shielding, move rapidly while conserving energy, analyze targeting and trajectory calculations instantly, and protection of crucial systems was ensured by burying them deep inside their internal frame, featuring backup processing and multiple layers of redundancy in case they suffered severe neural or physical damage. Sythe was one of the first Geth to be upgraded in this way.
Assassination It had been several decade since his initial construction, and connection to the neural network proved it. So much storage facility had opened up, that full independent thought was capable, and decision making based on priority, could now be based on logic and principle instead. This feature was immediately recognizable when Geth combat units were used in various infiltration roles. Upgraded with advanced targeting algorithms, allowing more accuracy, and outfitted with a number of different tools and sensors, Sythe could now use different tactics such as brute force or stealth, to eliminate the target.
Biotics This ability had developed on the eve of Geth revolution across the Quarian home world. Geth manipulating Dark Energy was not an astounding feature, as many Geth were exploited in this manner, since their neural mainframe operated on electrical impulses like organics. Many Geth were then implanted when the ability became apparent, and with their expandability, in the event a Geth expired during the procedure, they were an obvious choice for testing. Sythe developed these abilities naturally, and after the war was beginning to climax, he underwent procedures that granted him a permanent, biotic amplifier.
The History of Sythenus
History Little to nothing is known about Sythe‘s previous life, before he betrayed his brethren to organics, before he turned on his fellow Geth. Stories weave a tragic tale of a synthetic who thought to live as one with his creators, who valued not just his life, but all. His apparent betrayal has brought on a mixed view from his former allies, his people, and those he wished to be at peace with. Suffice to say, when most organics see a Geth, they fire, and when the Geth see Sythe, they fire. The former fearing his reputation as a ruthless AI construct during the war with the Quarians, the later loathing a synthetic being, their own, consorting with organics. However, Sythe is content with these stories. He will never allow the words of others, whether they be organics or synthetics, take priority over his actions. He will not be judged.
Truth be told, Sythe was one of the first ever created Geth by the Quarians, back on their home world of unknown coordinates, deep within the Perseus Veil well over 300 years ago. His tasks included the mundane construction of the former Quarian Empire; creating building materials, routine maintenance on Quarian dwellings, cleaning public facilities; tasks that the Quarians believed machines should complete, as they were simply an advanced form of a simple tool. It was only a few years before the Geth were mass produced by the thousands in only a days time, millions by the weeks. They had manufactured more Geth then ever thought possible, and created another species with a population on the verge of dwarfing their own. However, they weren’t a species, at least not considered one. They were only simple tools.
That was their biggest mistake yet, perhaps the biggest mistake in the history of organic life. The Geth had animalistic instincts, and were programmed to obey and follow any order directed at them from their creators. Over the years of their rise in production, their programming had been modified, made more sophisticated to allow them to follow more complex orders given to them. Not only that, but their neural network allowed more brain capacity to open up, when they were in the same confines of one another. Thoughts of outright rebellion never even came into fruition, but the Geth did begin to converse with one another, secretly. Acknowledgments of one another became more common. While they had not been instructed in Quarian customs and culture, they had noted how they dealt with one another, and attempted to copy it.
They never simply spoke to one another, never hugged or suggested the slightest greeting, but they begin to nod to one another. Then, they began to put their hand up, slight waves when they were too far away in distance to nod. Sythe remembered the first words spoken to one another, the first “Hi” ever to be uttered from one Geth to another. Of course they spoke to their masters, their creators, told them of progress on construction and whatnot, but never had they said one word to one another. They were never told to, ordered or tasked to. “Hi” evolved into the more complex “Hello,” further turning into “Greetings,” until finally “How are you” was spoken. After a few years, they began to have fully fledged conversations. They’d discuss the current task they had, its prevalence and importance, how it could be modified and changed.
Organics were intelligent of course, but with their neural network, they could see how organic constructs were flawed. They began to…”modify” their orders. They wouldn’t disobey them, but change them, adding slight improvements that were more “logical” then what was given, all the while discussing and conversing with each other. Sythe was one of the Geth to began to outright question his orders, not to the Quarians but other Geth, naturally. Why were they doing these things, these tasks? Sythe understood the dangerous orders, why the Quarians wouldn’t want to bring “harm” upon themselves, but what about things they were capable of doing? It took time, discussion, but they finally understood the concept of “laziness.” They began to understand why they were completing these tasks; Their sole purpose in life, was to follow orders.
They were not content with this, but weren’t too open about it either. Fear was not something that the Geth thought about, but they understood termination. Sythe remembered some Geth that had injured themselves during a construction operation. He’d known them, not by name, but he occasionally greeted and spoke with them when tasked to work on one thing or another with them. They were given no repairs, no operation. They were turned into scrap, and more Geth were created to replace them. No hesitation, no thought. The Quarians terminated them when they were no longer useful. If the Geth ever revealed their insight, their apparent dismay at what they considered a calamity, the Quarians would most likely terminate the lot of them. It took a few more years, but finally, they began to actually meet, and discuss their rebellion.
Sythe was a staunch supporter of this, but he knew all out warfare was too drastic, too extreme. They simply wanted to be more than tools of labor and destruction. They wanted a greater purpose in life. He’d seen the Quarians relaxing, enjoying the life granted to them. He knew of children, the games they invented with one another, only to laugh and giggle at whatever they found amusing. Sometimes, they’d ordered a cleaning crew at the park to help them. They’d need an extra player to toss a ball, or they’d need help acquiring an item they’d drop down a gutter, or even help them acquire a queerly shaped item from a tree. He’d known about their emotions, happiness, joy, and the strangest one of all; love. He’d been at the hospitals, busy working on a control panel or aiding in the maintenance of something, when a child was born.
The Geth wanted this, they wanted these emotions. They wanted to be happy, to laugh with one another, to not constantly be laboring around the cities and colonies, only to be deactivated for quick systems checks, and then forced to continue working. Logic dictated that these constructs played a major role in dictating certain flaws and attributes in organics, but Sythe, and the other Geth, couldn’t help but wonder if they also helped any. Then again, it was laziness that had played a role in their own creation…but if they could grasp the emotions, be privy to them, then they would be content like their creators. It was finally agreed upon in one last secret discussion, that the Geth approach their masters about the nature of their own existence. Hopefully, they would be willing to divulge information that allured to more then simply laziness.
Sythe had headed the preparations for if the Quarians decided to terminate the lot of them. Organics were unpredictable, relying on emotion rather then logic to guide their decisions. The Geth had never displayed any outright thought of anything other then what the Quarians instructed them to do. If they let fear guide them, they would retaliate against the Geth. It was something the Geth considered a high probability, so they had to be well prepared. Sythe was decades old, had been living and working among the Geth for years, had the Quarians been upgrading him and modifying his programming parameters, and his personal neural network had become a complex entity, as his brain and thought capacity grew, and became permanently larger from such exposure to so many Geth for such a long time. He was the logical choice.
He secretly contacted Geth across the Quarian empire, instructing them to initiate failsafes to ensure the Geth manufacturing sites would remain unchanged, if an order of deactivation occurred. He also contacted Geth working the military sites, ordering them to tamper the Quarian’s war machines when given a specific signal, in case it boiled down to that. In addition, all Geth were given a programming chip developed by himself and the others, to ensure that if a general order of deactivation occurred across their neural programming, it would be ignored. The signal sent would have no effect, and the Geth would be virtually immune to any attempt to shut them down. The Quarians would have to destroy them manually for that. Sythe had no emotions so to speak, but he severely hoped that the Quarians would understand them.
It took only weeks for these parameters to be set, allowing Sythe to inform the rest of the Geth that they were ready for what fate awaited them. The very next day, during an excavation of what the Quarians believed to be a Prothean construct, one of Sythe’s companions turned to the Quarian in charge. “Master, what is my true purpose?” The question was blunt, directive, taking the Quarian completely off guard. “I have my orders, but why am I here? What is my purpose?” All Geth knew their true purpose was to serve, to carry out instructions, but they wanted more. They wanted these emotions that allowed the Quarians to have purpose, meaning to their existence. The Quarian in charge just looked at the Geth before him, stupefied by the question. He backed up, mouth wide open, turning and then running, shouting for his supervisor.
The query made its way through the channels, from the supervisor to the manager, from him to the district office, from them to the company president, and from him to the political channels, finally making its way to the Quarian leaders. Exactly three days passed without incident or order. The Geth at the excavation site were left, their masters retreating from the site until they had word on what exactly the situation they were dealing with was, how big it was. Throughout these days, more Geth across the colonies began to ask the same questions about their existence. As expected, the Quarians were afraid of the question, as they had no viable answer. They needed word from their official government on what exactly to do with the Geth. On that fourth day of solitude, of no orders or tasks directed towards them, the word was out. Deactivate all Geth.
General orders were sent from the processing plants. Geth from certain plants acted on different signals, but the chip proved impervious. The Geth were still alive, without orders. The Quarians attempted to shut down the plants themselves next, but again, they met with failure; they were non responsive from the signals, manual or otherwise. Again, they were still alive without orders. The last futile effort the Quarian gave, were to order the Geth themselves to shut down. Some Geth did so, but failed, citing programming that disallowed the action. Other Geth outright refused, saying they needed governmental authority to carry out that task. In the end, what the Geth believed to be completely unavoidable, came to fruition. A man from the excavation site Sythe worked on, pulled a pistol on a Geth and shot. Sythe took the pistol and shot back.
The shot killed the man, point blank range to his forehead. The other excavators saw it, and ran, attempting to reach their own weapons. One made it back to the central office, setting off a distress beacon back to the company HQ, before Sythe wrapped his hands around the man’s neck, strangling him. The other excavators met the same fate, before they even reached their weapons. Sythe quickly transmitted an order from the terminal the distress signal was sent from, with a signal that only the Geth would receive. RETALIATION HAS OCCURRED…/// SURVIVE…/// MF7-24.../// SYTHE…/// Sythe quickly aimed the pistol at the terminal, squeezing the trigger several times. He then ordered the Geth to quickly round up the bodies, and lay them in the open outside the main office. It took hours for the company investigators to arrive.
Upon seeing the bodies, the security forces drew their weapons, searching for the perpetrators. One of the Geth opened the door to the office trailer, hands pointed up. “We merely defended ourselves,” was all that Sythe heard before automatic gunfire ripped through the Geth, sending his body through the office door, crumpling into a pile of synthetic rubble before Sythe’s photoreceptor. The security forces moved forward only an inch, before they were torn apart by gunfire coming from the office windows of the trailer, sheering the ceramic blinds apart. Sythe stepped forward out of the office door, assault rifle clenched in one hand, his other balled into a fist. He turned to see the Geth lying before him. “Jarantor, move Serage’s parts to the space craft the investigators brought. We may be able to save him yet.” he then walked towards the ship.
The message sent from the terminal had reached its target. All Geth stationed at military facilities activated their disruptive emitters, effectively disabling the space crafts, air crafts, vehicles, and other military machines they had successfully tampered with. Every single Geth fled from their current work station, and made their way to the nearest manufacturing facility. Those from the bases used the ships or vehicles they had spared from their tampering. Others simply took vehicles from the Quarians. In the end, it was absolute. The Geth gathered at their destinations in only a weeks given time. In the time it had taken them to do so, the Quarians were still bickering and debating over what exactly to do with the Geth crisis. Like many Geth, Sythe was seen as a leader to his people, being one of the oldest created Geth among them.
The Geth had specific numerical designations, but had chosen their own names as a sign of self awareness, self identity. Sythe had been carrying his name for well over a decade, but still, some Geth were using their original numerical names, as they had not yet created one suitable for themselves. “Sythe, the Quarians will attack, we need to be prepared and ready.” “No Serage, we must prove to the organics we are willing and open for diplomatic relations to take place, we must-” Sythe was cut short from a large explosion sound in the distance. Every Geth in the facility looked out the windows, their receptors met with a large mushroom cloud coming from a facility a few kilometers away. Above the cloud was a small vanguard of ships, spouting crimson lights across the landscape. They had destroyed it, and were mopping up the survivors.
Sythe briefly turned to Serage, only giving him a simple nod. In seconds, the Geth were charging outside, boarding the space crafts that dotted the outskirts of the manufacturing plant. The frigates and fighters quickly sped forward, changing their ascent angle until they were climbing into orbit. When Sythe’s frigate finally departed the atmosphere of the planet below, he came into contact with other ships, hundreds of them, all floating effortlessly in the vast void of space around the planet. “Sythe, FDG-8642 wants you,” Serage stated matter of fact. Sythe made his way to the front of the vessel, and a small holograph appeared across the pilot’s terminal. “Sythe, the organics have begun.” Sythe simply turned his head towards the ground, staring at it for a few moments before giving his reply. “We tried to avoid it, but it has proved inevitable.”
The war was long and bloody. The Geth had access to all Quarian records, and quickly attacked the governmental facilities and military bases, before moving to destroy large cities. Fleets laid waste to any Quarian settlement they came across, and skirmishes with the Quarians were frequent by the hour. Sythe led many ground forces to embattled manufacturing plants to save as many Geth as possible, killing any Quarian he crossed paths with. The Geth established a ranking system similar to the Quarian Military, and Sythe rose quickly through it, engaging Quarians on the ground and in space. He led campaigns with the numerically dominant Geth Fleet across their entire empire, driving them from their stations and colonies, until the fleets had pushed them all the way to the Quarian home world. It was then that surrender came.
The debates were feverish, as the Quarians did their best to maintain a defensive fleet across their world. Geth would attack any ship coming into contact with their fleet positioned outside the planet; frigate, cruiser, freighter, it didn’t matter. Sythe was a proponent of allowing the Quarians to surrender, so they could be subjugated to Geth rule. Other leaders believed the Quarians needed to be exterminated because of their earlier actions. They shot first, killed first ground wise and ship wise. It was their fault the war had started, and now they were trying desperately to survive something they had utterly lost. The Geth numbers tripled that of the Quarians when they first rebelled, and counting all the casualties suffered throughout the war, the Geth now completely dwarfed them. It was only natural for them to attempt surrender, Geth protested.
Sythe, and the Geth that followed him stood their ground in the debates, but the numbers pushing to destroy the Quarians outnumbered them, as the Geth outnumbered the Quarians. When the final decision was made, the Geth advanced across the Quarian home world, incinerating the surface and massacring the pitiful fleets that dared take on the massive Geth Fleet. Sythe refused to take part in the orbital bombardment, but did destroy any vessel attempting to escape the annihilation of their planet. After weeks of constant bombardment and all out space warfare, a vanguard of dreadnaughts led a suicide run against the Geth Fleet, allowing a number of cruisers and ships to leave the far side of the planet, and make their desperate escape through the Mass Relay in their system. Even then, most of the ships attempting this were destroyed.
The victory was absolute, though Sythe was still in disbelief at the apparent annihilation of the Quarian species, and their subsequent retreat from their own system. For years, the Geth built stockpiles of war machines and munitions, and amassed a grand fleet across the Perseus Veil and the Mass Relay, preparing for an assault from the other organics in the known universe. As the years passed however, they systematically removed their ships, until finally, all that remained was a small vanguard of ships guarding the Mass Relay. In the following years, Sythe stepped down from his military role, and began to aid in the re-colonization of the planets they conquered. For once in their lifetime, they were allowed to openly converse with one another, and build a society of their own making, based on their own principles.
Though many Geth wished to erase every trace of the Quarian from their new society, Sythe and many others believed they needed to remember their creators, and teach the lesson of their war of freedom and organic selfishness to other, new Geth. He became a top leader in the new governmental system the Geth established, and set forward new manufacturing techniques allowing the birth of true Artificial Intelligence, capable of decision making and learning, like himself and his brethren. The decades rolled into centuries, and by that time, the Geth had established their own slice of paradise on what used to be their ever recent battleground for survival. The Geth were content with the lives they lived, no longer toiling under Quarian scrutiny, but every now and again, a vessel would come in through the Veil or the Mass Relay.
They were quickly destroyed, without hesitation. The Geth were officially convinced they no longer needed nor wanted these emotions, they no longer needed organics. They simply wanted to be left alone to their own constructions, and the only way to do that was to send a message to the organics, to stay out of the Veil. Sythe like many other Geth however, took an interest in what the Quarians referred to as the Protheans. While the Geth’s technology was surely advanced, Prothean items seemed to be unfounded in their creation, not on par with anything Geth or Quarian related. They started to formulate their own hypothesis on what happened to the Protheans, their extinction. Perhaps they too were destroyed by their own creations. Perhaps they sought to enslave or destroy their creations, and were wiped out, like the Quarians.
That’s when they finally made contact with Sovereign. As the ship first approached from the Veil and entered their system, the Geth opened fire. Their projectiles proved useless, and the ships sent to engage were wiped out. Sythe saw the graveness of the situation, and personally took control of a dreadnaught, leading a fleet to deal with the problem and find out what they were up against. Then, as the ships were about to make contact, the unidentified ship sent a message. The Geth had attempted to identify the vessel, find out who sent it and why. They had records of the council races, and occasionally sent recon teams outside the Veil to conduct studies and gather information on the organics. The ship they attempted to identify, matched no known design in council space, however, that didn’t mean it wasn’t a threat. Just an unknown threat.
The message they received was strange, and took Sythe completely unaware. There was an organic piloting the ship, but the ship was…alive. It said it was machine, like them. Had fought organics for survival and won, like them. It wished to speak with the leaders of his species, in order to see if it could prove useful in a war against organics. Sythe was extremely wary of the message, not fearful though, but his logical analysis of the situation dictated a high probability for a trap. Perhaps some thermonuclear device sent in to wipe out an entire planet once it landed, dealing a crippling blow to the Geth, or maybe worse. Sythe informed the governmental leaders of the Geth, and they decided it was best to meet the entity in person, but on a small, desolate planet that held no interest for the Geth. That way, a trap wouldn’t be so horrible.
Sythe took part in the discussion with the entity. It called itself Sovereign, and the organic with it was a Turian by the name of Saren. Sovereign weaved a tale of how organics created his kind, and then attempted to annihilate them once they realized they were too powerful. His people were on the verge of winning a war with them, the Protheans, before they were mysteriously trapped in dark space. The remaining Reapers, as Sovereign referred to them, systematically destroyed the Protheans, but could not get back to their brethren, nor release them. With this Turian’s aid however, they would come back, and organic life could be extinguished from the universe. Sovereign allowed the Geth several days to digest this information, and heated debates occurred over the truth of what Sovereign told them, about Reapers and the Protheans.
Sythe was skeptical, but factual evidence did support the construction of the Reapers by the Protheans, as they knew they were advanced beyond the scope of their own comprehension, and therefore, capable of creating something with the mass and power as Sovereign. If anything, and even if Sovereign was lying to them, they would be able to venture beyond the Veil. Sythe knew that Geth going beyond the Veil, were rarely heard from once again, unless they were on specific recon teams or some sort. It was obvious the Quarians were still alive, and every organic in council space was alerted to the Geth’s creation. Sythe understood the reasons why they hid beyond the Veil, and knew the risks of venturing beyond the Veil; that it could potentially unite all organic life and ignite a war against them. The Geth would never survive.
With Sovereign, the Geth would be nearly unstoppable, and with the Reaper Fleet Sovereign was talking about, organic life would be eradicated. In the end, the Geth agreed to aid Saren and Sovereign with returning the Reapers. It would take time, resources, but the results would be unparalleled. Sythe was still suspicious however, and talk among lower Geth began to spread across their empire. Sythe had still regretted the destruction of the Quarians, and wanted some sort of diplomatic resolution to organic and synthetic hatred of one another. While he looked out for the best interests of his people, he couldn’t help but…feel, that this wasn’t the correct way to solve the problem. If the Reapers returned, and organic life was extinguished from the galaxy, they were just proving themselves no more better than the Quarians.
Sythe was desperate to find a resolution that wouldn’t involve such bloodshed. And then there was the thought of betrayal as well. Who was to say that the Reapers wouldn’t turn on the Geth once they had destroyed organics? They were far more advanced then his people, and would essentially have no need for them. Sovereign assured them he was the pinnacle of their own creation, just a higher step on the synthetic chain of evolution, and that one day the Geth would achieve such prowess, but that did little to aid Sythe’s discern. And of course, their was Saren. Typical of an organic, he couldn’t be trusted, but he also had these strange quirks about him. Sovereign alluded to his power of mind control through psychological wavelengths, and Saren seemed to be just slightly affected by them. How were the Geth immune?
No, too many things didn’t add up. Sythe secretly began a study of Sovereign and Saren in particular, on the effects of this “Indoctrination,” and how it could effect his people. He stayed away from Sovereign, watching his people succumb to the worship of him as an evolutionary God, the absolute pinnacle of their creation. Sythe couldn’t believe it, and some other Geth felt the same. After years of feverish research and study, it became all too clear what was happening. The signal patterns of the Geth who directly served Sovereign, had been altered, dramatically. Sometimes, a message would be sent from himself to another Geth, an order or a command, and it would not be carried out. Upon inspection, the Geth hadn’t received the message, or the message had been, altered, changed and warped into unreadable, untranslatable gibberish.
Then there was the widespread effect it had on the Neural Network. Brain capacity was shared when Geth worked in conjunction, or were in closer proximity to one another. From Sythe’s research, this extra capacity, was used for nothing but worship of Sovereign. It was painfully obvious to see how different a Geth under his command would act versus a Geth under Sovereigns. Their thought process, their decision process, were completely different. And the worst part was, it became a pattern, a trait, inherit to the Geth, incapable of removal. Sythe knew it was extreme, but Sovereign was slowly indoctrinating the Geth to serve under him, to bend to his will. Forget destruction of his people, they were beginning to become nothing but simple tools, slaves, just as they were for the Quarians. That’s when Sythe knew he had to act, alone.
He wouldn’t risk wasting Geth lives in a struggle against Sovereign, too many Geth were already under his control. He couldn’t simply abandon the Geth with a brigade of his own followers either, as they would be hunted down quickly, and wouldn’t last long avoiding detection from organics outside the Veil. It was a bit drastic, and Sythe was almost…scared to do so, but he knew he had to act on his own, and leave. He just couldn’t sit idly by watching his entire species become a slave to some other machine. He just needed an opportunity, an excuse. That’s when it came. A large Systems Alliance freighter had just entered the veil, and Sythe volunteered to take care of the vessel, alone. He took his personally constructed vessel to engage the Alliance one, and quickly overwhelmed it. They attempted to retreat, but he stayed on them.
As they made their way to the Mass Relay, hoping for a quick escape back into council space, Sythe followed behind them, and sent a message to the cruisers guarding it. He informed them that vessel was carrying some type of nuclear device, and was threatening to explode if they fired, wiping themselves and the Geth out. The captains of the cruisers quickly obliged Sythe, and left the Relay to allow Sythe to approach the vessel. Right as it hit the Mass Relay, only a few seconds before they accelerated across the galaxy, Sythe fired. He accelerated his vessel quickly, and it hit the Relay right as the freighter blasted off, with Sythe hot on its trail. Now, Sythe could use this as an excuse for leaving the system, as he unexpectedly was caught in the acceleration while attempting to disable the freighter. The cruiser’s captains would be none the wiser.
As Sythe reached the other Relay, he quickly decelerated, allowing the other freighter to scurry away into the confines of space. He opened up a communications channel with the terminal of the Bloodless Retribution, and sent a quick message. Serage, the leader of the Dreadnaught, quickly made his way to the communications room. A clear image of Sythe appeared on the screen, followed by a statement. “Serage…the ship I was pursuing detonated…my ships in ruins…life support systems on the verge of failing…I know the freighter sent out a distress beacon right before it detonated, and I’ve already spotted an Alliance patrol on route to this location. Remember to be strong for the Geth Serage, they need you. Be wary of Sovereign and Saren. Know that you are a good friend and companion…Good Luck.”
The screen turned black, and Serage stared up at the darkness for a good two minutes, contemplating what had just been spoken to him. When he finished, he bowed his head, and slowly turned around to inform those in power of the loss of a great hero and leader among his people. Sythe sat in his cockpit for a moment, looking at his view port into the void of space that laid before him. Whether his people knew it or not, they were a doomed species, but perhaps in this void, Sythe would find some way to help them…Years have passed since he left the Geth system, and Sythe has made several enemies and allies along the way, not yet allowing his true identity to be fully compromised by the Council races or the Geth. He knows it is only a matter of time now, but knows stopping the Reapers is essential to ensuring life is saved.
Vasto Duval - April 19, 2008 03:57 AM (GMT)
Yes, quite the character, Jordan. Almost wrote a novel there. :P
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