Jemarr curled up in a tiny cave carved out of a rocky outcropping, catching his breath. His fingers danced frantically over the glowing holographic display of his omni-tool, activating strictly passive sensors to detect geth transmissions. He breathed a sigh of relief as the scan reports no geth in the immediate vicinity.<br/><br/>The young storyteller peered out over the landscape of Eden Prime, his heartrate gradually slowing down as the initial panic of the attack faded. Just last night, he had been leading the youth of one of the small farming outposts in a spirited dance, and learning the intricacies of the human "violin" holographic program he had recently downloaded to his Chameleon I omni-tool.<br/><br/>Now, the accursed geth had come and ruined everything, just as they always did.<br/><br/>Since the geth assault, Jemarr had been on the move, doing his best to draw the synthetic demons away from the hiding places of the survivors. The transmissions passing between the geth were of great interest as well. From what he could decode, they were acting in service of some kind of great leader or messianic figure, rather than simply perpetrating another of their incomprehensible attacks. Jemarr carefully logged and stored all of their transmissions, planning to decipher the rest of it at leisure once all of this was over.<br/><br/>A yellow flashing light on his omni-tool display alerted Jemarr to the presence of another geth trooper - a sniper, from the transmissions. He sighed, and rubbed at his ankle where a stray shot from a geth soldier has clipped him while he was escaping from the attack on the farm. His suit's medical facilities had stemmed the bleeding, and the repair functions had sealed the breach in the environmental seal, but the flesh was still tender, and there would be the risk of infection to deal with later.<br/><br/>For now, there were geth who needed to be purged. He climbed up to the top of the ridge, lying down so that only the tip of his helmet protruded over the rock. He slipped his Avenger I sniper rifle from his back and shut down his suit's auditory outputs, so that sound of his breathing couldn't escape. As he raised the sniper scope to his visor, the geth sniper trained its own weapon on a target or targets in the nearby ravine. Cursing to himself, knowing he couldn't get a lock on the geth's processing cortex in time to disrupt the shot, he thrust his omni-tool in the monster's direction, loosing off a hacking program he had prepared on the freighter trip to Eden Prime. It wasn't sophisticated enough to turn the geth's weapons on each other, but with any luck...<br/><br/>Jemarr grinned as the geth dropped its weapon and jumped up, its arms and legs moving in a shambling parody of a quarian festive dance. He watched the helpless synthetic in satisfaction for several seconds as he lined up the shot through his sniper scope, then put the machine out of its misery with a heavy slug through its head.<br/><br/>The quarian sent a quick pulse of data access commands at the broken machine in an attempt to extract what he could from its memory banks before they erased themselves, and briefly swept the sniper scope over the figures in the ravine. Recognising the distinctive pink of an Alliance soldier, he spoke quickly into his recording pickup and sent a transmission packet on the emergency frequency assigned to Eden Prime, directing it in a tight band at the soldiers in the ravine.<br/><br/>"Don't shoot quarian friend of Alliance line not secure please make contact"