Jemarr leant out from around his covering crate and directed a hacking spike at the group of geth pinning Shepard down. He punched buttons frantically as his omni-tool's remote access software warred with the geth's firewalls, and finally manage to slip his program in to two of them. These two geth threw down their rifles and linked arms, swinging each other around in the motions of a frenetic quarian festival dance. The other geth remained impervious to the attempted hacking, though, their weapons still on the ready to deal with Shepard while their communications protocols attempted to re-establish their colleague's self-control.<br/><br/>He verified that his omni-tool was logging every defence the geth applied against his intrusions, so that he could refine his hacking programs for the next time they came up against the geth - he already knew that this would be far from the last time. He was just punching in the commands to store the collected data when a humanoid figure ran out from behind some crates, shotgun at the ready. He threw himself flat as the figure raised her shotgun, then blinked in surprise as she shattered the frame of a geth behind him. He swung his pistol around behind himself, but could see no opponents other than the one that had been about to take him by surprise.<br/><br/>Jemarr looked up at the newcomer - human, by the look of her, and a statuesque one at that - and bowed his head in gratitude as he clambered to his feet. "Thank you, Xeia. Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn. There are plenty more geth about, and I... have a bomb to disarm." He clicked over to the communication channel briefly to report to Shepard and Anastasia. "Found an ally here, Commander. Think she can help us against the geth - took at least one out already." He listened to Shepard's orders and responded in the affirmative, then turned back to Xeia.<br/><br/>"The geth have set this spaceport to blow. I'm going to get this bomb disarmed, if you could cover me that would be wonderful. I'll explain more when I can. Here's our comm channel." He tossed a glowing data packet to Xeia, then, just as Shepard broke cover and engaged her remaining opponents, he dashed out of his own cover and made a beeline for the location of his assigned bomb. A couple of distant geth took pot shots at him as he ran, but without enough power or accuracy to penetrate his shields.<br/><br/>Jemarr skidded to a halt as he reached the bomb, a rough circular mass of wires and hazardous materials. He aligned his Chameleon I with the bomb's inner workings, giving him a perfect view of what he was doing, but at the cost of not being able to monitor the geth around him. Hoping that Xeia would take care of any geth sneaking up on him again, he got to work.<br/><br/>The bomb was a little more complicated than Jemarr had expected, but it was still clear that the bombs were constructed in a hurry rather than specifically fabricated for their current purpose. Filaments of element zero ran over and around the casing, feeding into the outer core of thorium and uranium. A carefully timed electric current would induce a space-time warp in the element zero filaments, and push the uranium and thorium together with enough force to undergo fission, and then set off the fusion bomb inside.<br/><br/>Jemarr took a moment to settle his breathing and his nerves, never having worked on a device of such destructive potential before. He thought back to the stories his father told of his great-grandmother, Myra'Kris vas Tilano, who saved the Tilano's mass effect drive from a charge buildup that would have ripped the ship apart.<em>Guide my hand, ancestor</em>, he whispered as his fingers danced across the components of the bomb, sensing the location of the detonator as much by touch and intuition as by the readouts of his omni-tool. The right circuit glowed green amidst the orange haze of the holographic display, and he grasped the wire firmly between his thumb and both fingers and gave it a sharp, dextrous tug.<br/><br/>The circuit came away cleanly in Jemarr's hand, and he offered his ancestor a prayer of gratitude. It was a simple matter to withdraw the element zero filaments from the fissile material, and then locate the catches which held the fission load together. Just to make sure nobody could reactivate the bomb easily, he separated the two halves of the fission mass, then carefully lifted out the fusion core and placed it a few metres away from the rest of the bomb. It would take hours of careful calibration to arm this device again.<br/><br/>The whole process had taken perhaps twenty seconds, although it had seemed like hours to Jemarr in his near-trance state. Coming back to awareness of the world around him, the sounds of gunfire jolted him into alertness once more, reminding him that he was in a battle zone. Xeia could have shot a dozen geth while he was working, for all that he knew. He peered out from his cover to assess the battlefield once more.