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"All right, let's take a look."

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Sal turns to her own compatriots. "Move out. We're checking under City Hall."

     "At the advice of some Cerberus goon?" argues the bulkier quarian with an assault rifle. "This is insane!"

"Do you have a problem with this, Prazza?"

     "Yes! You're leading us into a trap!"

"Then go back to the shuttle."

     Prazza shakes his head vigorously. "Not a damn chance. If you're going, then I'm going."

"In that case, shut up."

They move out.

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June leads her companions alongside the quarians. It's an interesting experience, going on an expedition like this with Sal and not being in charge of the whole thing. Kind of refreshing, honestly. Now if only she can avoid the outcome where her minions and Sal's minions get into a shootout because the quarians are mad at Miranda about Cerberus sucking. Not that she'd care that much about Miranda getting murdered for crimes her shitty boss's other shitty employees committed, but she suspects Miranda would instead end up taking out Sal's friends and then June would have to be mad about that.

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They reach City Hall relatively quickly. There's a shipping container out front.

     "Scanning... oh dear," says the smaller quarian.

"What is it, Esen?"

     "You remember when you said a wildcat colony wouldn't have a YMIR mech?"

The shipping container unfolds into a giant robot.

"Fuck," Sal says dully.

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"Why are there robots," June complains, ducking behind a conveniently placed chest-high wall. "When I died there weren't robots! I mean there were geth but there weren't—whatever this shit is!"

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"Humans invent things!" Sal says, also ducking behind a chest-high wall. "Even when they really shouldn't!"

She fires an arrow in the thing's direction, but her omni-bow is calibrated for infantry, not tanks. It lodges in a joint and splinters.

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"I apologize on behalf of my species!"

She shoots the robot.

Predictably, this doesn't really help.

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Miranda flashes the mech's shields, then yells "Shields down! Somebody hit the armor!"

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     Prazza decides it's his time to shine. He takes an incendiary grenade off his belt and ducks out of cover to fling it at the mech.

The mech responds to him leaving cover with a chaingun. Prazza flings his grenade, which rolls under the mech, but he's caught by a hail of bullets which overload his shields within less than a second and start perforating his suit before he can regain cover. The grenade's detonation stops the bullets for a second, which is enough for Tali to grab him and pull him back behind the chest-high wall.

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June hisses furiously under her breath. She pops up to take another few shots at the mech while it's dealing with having just exploded.

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They're more effective than they were a couple of seconds ago!

While the mech reels from the incendiary and June's gunshots, Zanna warps forward, impacting the mech with staggering force. Then she puts her shotgun against its faceplate and blasts its head off.

Then, as it collapses and starts to glow ominously, she runs like hell.

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"The giant robots explode?? Why do the giant robots explode??? Why is that a thing?????"

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The giant robot explodes with great enthusiasm, sending a wave of heat over the chest-high walls but not causing any further harm.

"I honestly don't know. Possibly to fuck me specifically over."

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"Poor Zanna, personally targeted by the insane exploding giant robot conspiracy." She peeks over her impromptu cover, checks that the coast is clear, then cautiously gets to her feet. "All right, how's everybody doing, who needs medigel—"

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Sal stands from behind her own cover point. "Prazza needs medigel, but Esen is already giving him some. Esen, while I'm gone you're in charge of telling Prazza he's an idiot."

     Esen salutes.

"Let's get Veetor and get out of here."

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"It's a plan."

Onward!

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The basement of the city hall is dark, lit by a dozen screens. There's a quarian watching the screens as they replay footage of the attack on the colony over and over.

"-they're coming. The monsters. The Collectors. They - they'll send more - the bugs, the warriors - they'll freeze me and take me away..."

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June winces.

"Hey," she says softly. "It's okay. They're gone."

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He doesn't look up, just keeps staring at the screens and muttering to himself.

Sal waves her omni-tool, and the screens blink off. Veetor twitches, then turns his head.

"Veetor'Nara?" says Sal's smooth, synthesized voice. "I'm Sal'Poma vas Neema. I'm here responding to your distress signal."

He shivers. "...too late... much too late. They're all gone."

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June knows how bad she is at responding comfortingly to traumatized people, and accordingly bites her lip and doesn't say anything.

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Miranda steps in. "I'm sorry about your friends. We're going to try to save them, but we need any information you can give us about the attack."

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"He's in shock," Sal says coldly. "Don't -"

     "...first came the bugs," Veetor says disjointedly. "They stung the humans, and then they froze, like statues. Then came the warriors. They gathered them up, and put them in cocoons, and took them onto the ship. Then there was nothing. No one. Just me and the screens."

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"Thank you, Veetor, that was very helpful," Miranda says sweetly. Then she goes back to fiddling with her omni-tool.

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Sal shoots her a dirty look that is somehow visible through her mask, then turns back to cajoling Veetor out of the basement. She manages with a minimum of fuss, and supports him in stumbling out into the sunlight.

"Esen, how's Prazza?"

     "He'll be fine," Esen declares. "But we should get back to the Flotilla as soon as possible - I'm not a surgeon."

"Of course." Sal turns to June, and pauses for a few seconds before her fingers twitch in speech. "I'm glad you're back, Shepard. Things were worse without you around."

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"Thanks. Glad to be back. You're welcome to join my creepily resurrected self on my creepily resurrected ship anytime."

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