Rebirth The Mass Effect is old. part 30-1

Chapter 30.1: Escape from the base

A booming shot rang out almost simultaneously with the hiss of the door opening. Nihlus flew into the room and stopped abruptly, as if he had crashed into the air: before his eyes, a massive black pistol fell out of his fingers. His gun, the one that disappeared without a trace on Eden Prime. Saren slowly toppled over onto his side and sank to the floor. Blue blood, unnaturally bright in the lamplight, generously poured over the white armor, splashing out of the wound.

"Saren!"

The green-eyed Turian darted to the mentor who had fallen to the floor, grabbed him by the shoulders, lifted his head, looking at the flowing blood in confusion and disbelief. I came over and sat down next to him.

"He's alive." I muttered, ripping open my palm with my claw. "I barely managed to pull his hand away. Fast when you don't have to."

"How..."

"Muscle cramp. Involuntary contraction, the arm jerked, and the bullet passed under the jaw. He's stunned right now. It wasn't enough for him to try to finish what he had started."

My blood, already noticeably giving off a golden sheen, flowed onto the open wound, spurring the body and accelerating regeneration. The bullet passed successfully, without damaging the larynx and voice box.

Garrus entered the room. He looked at Saren, who was covered in blood, and blinked in surprise.

"Is he dead?"

"You're a good guy, Garrus!" I chuckled. "No, of course not! Alive. Bring some water, we need to wash off the blood. And it's time to get out of this extremely hospitable place."

Garrus brought a bottle of water and washed the blood off Saren in two generous splashes.

"Is that why he's wearing white armor?" I grumbled, watching the blue rivulets flow down. "Not blue, not black, but white?"

Nihlus shrugged his shoulders and replied:

"As long as I can remember, Saren has always worn white armor."

"Even in such a small matter, but life makes it difficult."

I had to take control of his limp body again. When Saren jerked and stood up awkwardly, Nihlus tensed, but then noticed his closed eyes and relaxed a little.

"Will you drive like that?"

"There is no choice. Bringing him back to consciousness after a conscious suicide attempt is not the best idea. It remains to be seen how he will react to an unexpected rescue."

Nihlus frowned.

"How true are his words? About indocrination."

"Did you hear that?"

"You were yelling so hard that it was hard not to hear." Garrus replied, gazing intently at the blank face of the one he had once considered an enemy and a traitor to the race. "Are these light blue lights a sign of indoctrination?"

"Yes. It's them." She looked at Nihlus and sighed. "Saren is right. With what your civilization has at its disposal, indocrination cannot be slowed down or stopped. Nanites cannot be removed from the body, and altered tissues cannot be returned to their previous state. His decision to commit suicide was well-founded."

Nihlus slowly raised his hand, wearily ran his fingers over his face, rubbed his neck. Despair flared up in a thick, heavy wave, but quickly subsided. Garrus jerked his hand: an involuntary and unconscious gesture.

"Rin... You have... ways to rid Arterius of nanites and indoctrination?" Our sniper asked slowly, with a slight drawl.

"There is. Otherwise, I wouldn't have started this whole rescue thing."

The green eyes narrowed, staring intently at my face. Nihlus shifted his gaze to Saren, who was standing blankly, then looked back at my face.

"How?"

"There is a way. It's extreme, of course, but it's there. I have one thing left that can take away all the excess. However, she defines what is included in the concept of "superfluous" herself. But it will work with a guarantee."

"Is there an alternative?"

"There is. But it's VERY long, tedious, and... in fact, it's going to be manual fishing. This is already a last resort." I sighed. "In any case, it's worth getting out of this fortress first. And it's advisable not to wait until morning, since Saren was kind enough to give me his ship and free passage to it."

There were no objections. We picked up our weapons and left Saren's private quarters. I was leading him a little ahead of our squad. We could only hope that we would not meet anyone very curious and attentive, because we would not be able to explain why Saren walks with his eyes closed like a somnambulist.

We got to the small runway without any problems at all. On the way, we met only Geth people, but the synthetics did not react to our strange company in any way, following us with their light bulbs. I don't know what exactly produced the result: Saren's personal presence or the pass he issued, but we walked unhindered to a small Turian corvette, boarded and took off. And not a single living or synthetic mug was curious about where Saren Arterius was soaping up in such a fast company in the middle of the night.

They love him here, I see...