Mordin Solus Mass Effect 3 Novels & Stories

"They’re waiting for the Alpha-Command signal to hit 100% saturation. Once it does, every wolf in this city who has the Miller neural-link will lose their free will. They’ll become a hive mind, and Elena will be the Queen." ​"Then we don't go through the front door," Maya said, her golden Force simmering just beneath her skin. She looked at the dusty scroll Ren had recovered from the Vault. "Ren, if the 'Third Ingredient' is a purge signal, we have to get to the main transmitter on the 110th floor. But we only have one shot. Once the purge starts, the failsafe kicks in." ​"I know," Ren said, his voice unusually soft. "The one who triggers it becomes the 'Ground.' The power doesn't just disap

They had made sure their messengers could not talk. Elara arrived minutes later her silver robes sweeping the stone floor as she stepped into the cell and looked at the bodies with those ancient obsidian eyes that missed nothing. She raised one hand letting faint blue light glow from her palm as she examined the corpses without touching them and then she nodded slowly her voice calm but grave when she spoke.

As it swung open, everyone froze in shock. "Bring her out!" Ean barked. One guard hesitated. "Mr. Smith, the freezer... It seems to have turned on." Ean's expression twisted in anger. "What do you mean turned on? Are you trying to shirk responsibility?" He stepped forward, the cold air hitting him like a physical blow, sending chills down everyone's spine. His face went pale. "Madeline, don't think that this will make me forgive you. Get out here!"

But now I have too much to live for. I watch as Kane halts us, putting his finger to his lips, “Shhh, we don’t know if anything is out there,” he whispers. Veronica and I nod as the three men move the boulder. I watch as she shakes a little, reaching for my hand. I know that she is still afraid that Alpha Perez’s scouts may find her. I hold her hand tightly, letting her know it’s okay. She smiles faintly as Finn walks back inside, “It’s clear, let’s go,” he tells us. Veronica smiles, her hand letting go of mine and reaching for Finn’s they walk out together as I walk behind them.

I knew I would be found sooner than later, so I wasn’t surprised. I turned around slowly and I saw him clearly in the dark. He had fresh scars all over his body and I knew what caused them. “Beta Jon. What an unpleasant surprise,” I said with a shaky smile. “I know,” he said. “Alpha Dominic ordered me to look for you and bring you to Apex Woods.” I sighed sadly. “I know what fate awaits you there but I have no choice, Luna Jade. I owe my life to the triplets, so I cannot refuse their orders.”

The flickering monochrome green text on the pre-war monitor seemed to bleed into the stagnant darkness of the subterranean corridor. ​WARNING: ARMORED ISOLATION VAULT 03 HAS COMMENCED AUTOMATED EMERGENCY PURGE PROTOCOLS. TIME REMAINING: 34 MINUTES, 12 SECONDS.

"Where is Marcus Webb? Where is he actually located?" "We don't—we can't—the protocols prevent—" I pushed harder. Flooded their consciousness with more humanity. More guilt. More conscience until resistance broke. "Where?" "Antarctica. Facility beneath Ross Ice Shelf. Operating for forty-seven years without detection. Marcus has been there the whole time. Controlling everything remotely. Manipulating Elena. Manipulating you. Manipulating all of us." The replica collapsed. "He's preparing final phase. Generation Three. Hundreds of prototypes without any human limitation. Army that will remake humanity by force. Army that deploys in seventy-two hours unless someone stops him."

Warriors frozen mid-leap, their silver armor turning brittle and shattering as the Syndicate soldiers moved in with heavy hydraulic hammers. "No!" I slammed my fist against the console. "They’re using our own environment against us!" From the command deck of the drill, a figure emerged. Sarah stood on the observation platform, protected by a dome of Null-Glass. She was wearing a headset, her face twisted in a smirk of pure, vengeful triumph.

“Kinda feels right.” Raven nodded. “I like it.” Callum’s eyes met mine. “Solace.” The word rang like a promise. The vessel responded. A low, harmonic chime vibrated through the air. Solace: acknowledged. Initialization commencing. The orb rose, light folding in around it, and then expanding—lines of data and possibility spiraling outward like roots through time. We watched as holographic blueprints bloomed midair: habitats, gardens, archives, even a council chamber with no throne. No ruler.

Not anger. Helplessness. Fear for me. Darius rubbed both hands over his face roughly before muttering: “Yeah. Same.” Ronan looked toward the rising moon beyond the war room windows. Three nights left. Three nights until everything changed. And suddenly, despite the warmth of my mates surrounding me, I had never felt the weight of being luna more heavily in my entire life.