[Shep shifts in her stool, and cracks her neck almost as a reflexive action.]
The Reapers are a race of sentient synthetic machines, created from the bodies of organic races. They stay in dark space, dormant for periods of 50,000 years, then return to our galaxy, and wipe out all sentient organic life. The cycle has been perpetuated for millions of years, but our generation is the closest anyone's come to finally stopping them.
That's what I was doing, when I was pulled her. It was the final push, the final attack.
[There's a pause, and when she speaks again, her voice sounds almost as heavy as when she arrived through the Ingress.]</small.
I just don't know if it worked.
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The Reapers are a race of sentient synthetic machines, created from the bodies of organic races. They stay in dark space, dormant for periods of 50,000 years, then return to our galaxy, and wipe out all sentient organic life. The cycle has been perpetuated for millions of years, but our generation is the closest anyone's come to finally stopping them.
That's what I was doing, when I was pulled her. It was the final push, the final attack.
[There's a pause, and when she speaks again, her voice sounds almost as heavy as when she arrived through the Ingress.]</small. I just don't know if it worked.