Build a military base

“If we’re going to secure a foothold on the planet, best build a military base,” You said, “The crew can only stand being in space for so long, and the sooner we build a base on land, the better. Helmsman, tell the crew I want soldiers and engineers on the ground, stat!”

“Aye, Ma’am!” Said the ensign.

With discipline and efficiency befitting the Alliance’s finest, troops are assembled into transport craft as shuttles packed to the brim soon descend upon the planet’s surface, escorted by a score of fighter craft and Corvettes.

They soon land upon a portion of open plains close to the shorelines, enough space to accommodate a sizeable fortress with the capacity for ten thousand troops with the needed stationary defences and spaceports for dozens of craft. Hours pass as the bulk of the landing **** establishes your headquarters whilst scouting teams – accompanied by stealth drones – search the immediate vicinity for any suspicious activity.

Though there are no such reports, your troops nonetheless remain vigilant as they see large, ferocious-looking wild beasts lurking in the distance, like predators eyeing delicious prey. Bipedal, strong-footed and armed with sharp fangs and claws, you are fortunate those beasts do not **** your men yet.

“Seems like those things might be a good challenge of might,” Said Wrex with a grin, “I’d like to see how they withstand a real Krogan headbutt.”

“Hold your horses, Wrex,” You said, “First things first.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Said Wrex.

“I’d much rather prefer the safety of a gun, mind you,” Said Garrus, “But yeah, I do support building ourselves a fortified base.”

Now was merely a time of waiting.

It takes only three days for your base to be fully established with the necessary amenities and defences, another two for the programming and launching of satellites to establish communication with the rest of the Council powers from beyond the galaxy.

Soon enough, you come face-to-face with the new President-General of the Systems Alliance, Varlik Sancakli. A young woman hailing from Ankara, Turkey, she was barely older than you at age twenty-one, but possessed an uncanny aptitude for military leadership and politics, and has distinguished herself many times in the Reaper Wars in the Battle for Earth – a fellow war veteran like you.

Stern-faced and always seemingly scowling, the Turkish woman was dressed in Alliance colours – navy and admiral blue, her synth suit bearing military honours and fittings including a handful of medallions she wears upon her breast with pride. Over her head was a simple navy blue beret, adorned with a brass star of Mother Earth.

Perhaps part of you could never truly sanction the use of brutal **** in the removal of corruption in the SA, but Varlik was never one to shy away from such things, not least because she hated said corruption with a fiery zeal.

“Madam President-General,” You said, saluting crisply, “I am pleased to report that we have discovered a new fertile world fit for colonisation.”

The President-General nods in the closest approximation of approval, asking, “What of the natives? Any threats to the colonists?”

“We have discovered some ferocious-looking wildlife, but they do not seem to be threatened by our boys on the ground,” You said, “And we’ve discovered nothing we can classify as sentient wildlife. Still, we’ve built a military base just in case, armed to the brim with stationary defences.”

“Good,” Said Varlik, “Keep an eye on things for now, and report to me if you find anything else of import. My advice, however, would be to build a new space station in orbit.”

“I understand, Madam President-General,” You said, “Admiral Adams out.”