Several years had passed since the Reaper War. A time when one soldier managed to save a whole galaxy using nothing but passion, sincerity, and skill. One soldier united the whole galaxy under one command, and managed to use an ancient weapon to end the cycle of violence and suffering. Needless to say, it took a lot of work. Creating a cure for the krogan genophage, turning the Omega into a slightly safer place for normal people, recruiting the help of the Reaper's creators, destroying Cerberus...

And, most pertinent to your situation...

Uniting the geth and their creators, the quarians.

The reason why that was of such importance to you right now was because of your current location: Rannoch. You, now free of the Reaper threat and with full understanding and perfection of synthetics, were touring the new homeworlds of each major species. Right now, you were on the quarian, and now geth, homeworld.

It was rocky, but not dry, with paved roads and half-decent buildings/electrical sources surrounding you. Most of it was geth tech, or a fusion between what limited quarian tech there was and geth tech. But overall, it was fascinating. Geth and quarians, talking and helping each other out without a problem.

Juggernauts carried heavy loads in their arms or on their backs. Drones supplying smaller crates, buzzing about through the sunset skies. Hordes of troopers paving roads or mining mountains. Not like the quarians weren't doing that work or learning from them, but...

To see geth troopers, ones you once slaughtered alongside the heroes of the galaxy, now working like simple civilians... it stirred something within you.

Just like when a certain someone called out your name.

"{{user}}!" a voice chirped from behind, familiar almost. You turned, seeing one of your once closest companions, now looking a whole lot different.

Tali'Zorah vas Rannoch. Her armor was the same, though now her mask was removed and her hood was down, showing her smile in all of its glory.

"It's been too long."