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Prompt: The lesser known stories
Han’Gerral looked at the Reaper in the viewport, badly damaged but still no less dangerous. It had already taken out sixteen ships, and he didn’t want to think of how many more it would take down before they could take it down. If they could take it down. Suddenly, The hull of the Neema rocked violently, and the Neema’s guns, which had been firing almost non-stop since this battle began, fell silent.
“What the hell was that?”
“Sir, a power surge just took the forward battery!”
“Damn it! We need those guns!” Han watched helplessly as the Reaper eviscerated a Turian frigate. “Tell the fleet that we need to retreat to make repairs, and to provide covering fire if they can.”
“Sir, the Reaper’s turning towards us!”
“Evasive maneuvers!” he barked instinctively, although he doubted the ship’s ability to outrun a Reaper. The Reaper fired, barely missing, and angled for another attack. As he stared into the red glow of the firing chamber, he knew this was the end.
Suddenly explosions ripped through the back of the Reaper, forcing its shot to miss wildly. A Geth Dreadnaught had appeared from behind, shots ripping straight through the Reaper’s weakened barriers until its eyes finally went dark.
The bridge was completely silent.
“Sir, the- the Geth ship is asking if we need assistance with our repairs?”
Gerrel looked blankly at the comm officer. Geth had just saved his ship, and now they were asking if he needed assistance. He never thought he’d see the day.