Dais a nomadic speciez of humanoid aliens known fo' they game wit technologizzle n' synthetic intelligence. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Since they homeworld Rannoch was conquered, tha quarians live aboard tha Migrant Fleet , a big-ass collection of starships dat travel as a single fleet.

Approximately three hundred muthafuckin years before tha eventz of 2183, tha quarians pimped tha geth, a flava of rudimentary artificial intelligences, ta serve as a efficient source of manual labor. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat when tha geth gradually became sentient, tha quarians became terrified of possible consequences n' tried ta fuck wit they creations. Da geth won tha resultin war n' forced they creators tha fuck into exile. Now tha quarians wander tha galaxy up in a gangbangin' flotilla of salvaged ships, secondhand vessels, n' recycled technology.

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Biologizzle Edit

Quarians is generally shorta n' of slighta build than humans . Quarians have a endoskeleton, lips, teeth, n' two eyes wit eyelidz n' tear ducts, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Their ears or ear analogues differ up in a noticeable fashizzle from dem of humans, wit references made ta "what [passes] fo' tha quarian version of a ear". Their eyes can peep tha fuck into tha ultraviolet end of tha spectrum; they suit HUDs can show shiznit up in dem wavelengths. Quarian facial structure n' afro straight-up make dem da most thugged-out similar ta humans up in physical appearance.

They also have three thick fingers on both handz which include a thumb, a index finger, n' a long-ass finger, similar ta tha middle fingers fo' humans, as well as three toes on each foot. Their lower hairy-ass legs is bowed backwardz significantly, compared ta asari or humans fo' realz. Aside from handz n' legs, they general body shape n' horny-ass dimorphizzle is similar ta humans. Male quarians, however, step tha fuck up ta lack a third toe. Like humans, quarian blood is red.

Da most distinguishin feature of quarian biologizzle is they weak immune system, compounded by centuriez of livin up in sterile environments fo' realz. As a result, all quarians by necessitizzle dress up in highly sophisticated enviro-suits, ta protect dem from disease or infection if they is fucked up. Their suits can be compartmentalized up in tha event of a tear or similar breach ta prevent tha spread of contaminants (similar ta a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shizzle sealin off bulkheadz up in tha event of a hull breach). Along wit they suits, quarians also have extensive cybernetic augmentations integrated tha fuck into they bodies fo' realz. A quarianz gamespan is roughly equal ta a humanz yo, but is prone ta be less if infection breaks tha fuck into tha suit.

Quarian immune systems have always been relatively weak, as pathogenic microbes was comparatively rare up in they homeworldz biosphere, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Furthermore, what tha fuck few viruses n' other microbes was natizzle ta they homeworld was often at least kinda beneficial ta them, givin dem a symbiotic relationshizzle wit they environment fo' realz. Afta livin aboard tha Migrant Fleet fo' generations, tha quarians' immune systems have atrophied further still cuz of tha muthafuckin years up in tha sterile environment of tha Migrant Fleet fo' realz. As such, quarians is given various vaccinations n' immunizations ta help ward off disease. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat they prefer tha safety of they suits even up in clean environments n' is reluctant ta remove dem without a phat reason.

A quarian whoz ass wishes ta remove they suit must take antibiotics, immuno-boosters, herbal supplements, or tha like up in order ta do so safely, n' even then there be inherent risks fo' realz. As a result, physical actz of affection is hard as fuck fo' quarians, even fo' tha purposez of reproduction. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Ships up in tha Migrant Fleet often contain "clean rooms" where quarians can give birth or undergo medicinal procedures up in relatizzle safety, though there be always risks. Da most intimate thang quarians can do is link they suit environments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat bustin so guarantees a quarian will git sick, although they will probably adapt over time.

Like turians, tha quarians is a thugged-out dextro-protein speciez of reverse chiralitizzle from humans n' asari. Da chicken of levo-protein races like fuckin humans or asari be at dopest inedible n' at most shitty poisonous, most likely triggerin a gangbangin' fucked up allergic erection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Quarians whoz ass wanna taste suttin' (other than tha refined edible paste issued ta all whoz ass leave on they Pilgrimage) can smoke specially purified turian cuisine, though tha typical quarian diet is vegan, as livestock was found ta possess a inefficient resource-to-calorie ratio when stored on tha Migrant Fleet.

Other than tha oft-mentioned maladjusted immune systems, tha quarians have surprisingly robust physiology. Gruntz tank imprints specifically deem nuff muthafuckin species soft n' easy as fuck ta bust a cap up in yo, but not quarians. One extensively tortured quarian survives fo' a while without a enviro-suit before dyin from his wild lil' fuck-ups. Another endures travelin all up in multiple racial environments without a suit, dealin wit thangs like elcor high gravitizzle n' drell ariditizzle before dyin up in tha high-heat volus unit afta a cold-ass lil considerable amount of time there.

History Edit

Da Geth Battle Edit

Hailin from tha ghetto of Rannoch , tha quarians was always a technologically capable species. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! They pimped tha geth round tha late 1850s CE ta be used as labourers n' toolz of war. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Da quarians kept they programmin as limited as dat of any VI , not a god damn thang close ta a AI, remainin mindful of tha Citadel Council z laws against artificial intelligence. But as tha quarians gradually modified tha geth ta do mo' complex tasks, pimpin a sophisticated neural network, these chizzlez altered tha geth ta such a extent dat they became sentient. One day, a geth unit fuckin started askin its overseer thangs bout tha nature of its existence fo' realz. Accordin ta Legion , while dis was not tha last time a geth unit had axed if it had a soul, dat shiznit was tha last time bustin so had caused fear. Shiiit, dis aint no joke.

Panicked, tha quarian posse ordered tha immediate termination of all geth up in tha hopez of preventin a revolution. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Many quarians opposed tha termination of tha geth yo, but was forced ta give up or terminizzle they geth servants fo' realz. Afta tha quarian posse declared martial law on Rannoch, dem playas whoz ass sympathized wit tha geth was outnumbered, n' a indeterminizzle number of dem was either detained or capped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da quarian sympathizers have since been forgotten by they own people, though they is remembered by tha geth theyselves.

Da quarians severely underestimated tha juice n' sophistication of tha gethz neural network. Da geth reacted ta defend theyselves, n' tha resultin confrontation erupted tha fuck into a hoodwide war . Bizzleionz of quarians died, n' tha survivors was eventually driven from they homeworld. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da only reason quarians was able ta escape was cuz afta they had fled ta a cold-ass lil certain distance, tha geth no longer recognized dem as a threat n' ceased pursuit.

Afta bein refused aid by tha Citadel Council, tha quarians fled tha system up in what tha fuck remained of they fleet. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Shortly thereafter, tha Council stripped tha quarianz of they embassy as punishment fo' they carelessness, though a treaty was agreed upon forbiddin a whoopin' on tha geth up in order ta stay tha fuck away from provokin dem wild-ass muthafuckas. Ever since, tha quarians have drifted from system ta system, searchin fo' resources ta sustain tha Migrant Fleet n' also fo' a freshly smoked up ghetto ta colonize. They even retain hopez of somedizzle reclaimin Rannoch from tha geth.





Fight fo' tha Homeworld Edit

Prior ta tha Reaper invasion up in 2186, tha Special Projects arm of tha Migrant Fleet pimped a seriez of effectizzle countermeasures against tha geth, givin dem a strategic edge up in termz of military strength. Da Admiralty Board voted up in favor of launchin a assault ta retake Rannoch, n' tha quarians fuckin started armin all of tha ships up in they Civilian Fleet.

Da quarians opened tha war by launchin precision strikes on four geth systems n' rollin dem back ta Tikkun, tha quarian home system. Da fleet also beat down a Dyson sphere dat tha geth had been building, tha culmination of centuriez of work intended ta unite all geth tha fuck into a single optimized network dat would maximize they processin juice n' shit. Da destruction of tha sphere rattled tha geth, n' they decided ta accept upgrades from tha Reapers ta stay tha fuck away from destruction.

Upgraded wit Reaper code, tha gethz processin juice increased dramatically, allowin dem ta neutralize tha quarian countermeasures. Da war shifted up in they favor n' tha Migrant Fleet fuckin started ta sustain heavy losses. Da geth fleet trapped tha quarians within tha Tikkun system n' pushed dem up in range of a bangin anti-shizzle cannon on Rannoch dat fucked wit nuff muthafuckin ships.

With Commander Shepardz help, tha quarians counterattack a Geth Dreadnought n' destroyed a Destroyer-class Reaper embedded up in a funky-ass bunker on Rannochz surface up in order ta cut off tha Reaper signal emittin tha upgrade code. With tha signal gone, tha geth break free from Reaper control n' attempted ta harnizz tha Reaper upgrade program ta strengthen theyselves independently of tha Reapers, while tha Migrant Fleet takes tha opportunitizzle ta launch a gangbangin' final assault against tha geth.

Dependin on Shepardz decisions, one of three outcomes occur: tha geth downlizzle tha upgrade n' repel tha Migrant Fleetz attack, beatin tha livin shiznit outta it straight-up n' doomin tha quarians ta extinction; tha quarians succeed up in attacking, annihilatin tha geth n' reclaimin Rannoch; or tha quarians is stopped from comin' at n' reach a cold-ass lil compromise wit tha geth dat allows both races ta smoke ta peacefully coexist. If tha quarians survive, tha Migrant Fleet joins tha Allied forces up in tha battle fo' Earth.





Startin Over up in Andromeda Edit

Prior ta tha galaxy-wide war up in 2186, a crew of quarians set eyes on tha distant Andromeda galaxy n' collaborated wit tha Andromeda Initiative ta realize tha objectizzle of settlin there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Usin shiznit gathered by Shio'Leth vas Novarra from tha Kholas Array, tha Initiatizzle was able ta determine prime colonization sites up in the outskirtz of tha galaxy.

In 2185 4 arks plus tha flagshizzle Nexus set sail fo' Andromeda, carryin mostly humans, asari, turians, salarians, n' krogan. Da quarian ark, Keelah Si'yah, has been delayed cuz a fuckin shitload of other races also booked passage aboard tha vessel, bustin technical challenges fo' accommopimpin tha various racial environments, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Carryin round 4,000 quarian souls outta its 20,000 capacity, Keelah Si'yah was able ta launch up in 2186, durin tha beginnin of tha Reaper onslaught on batarian ghettos.

An interspecies plague pimps aboard Keelah Si'yah while up in transit cuz of a installed computa worm maskin its presence n' tha arkz unique operatin procedure of havin support crews periodically thawin outta cryostasis fo' maintenance. When malfunctions aboard tha ark forcibly defrost some passengers, even tha quarians become susceptible - some suits have sustained microfractures durin tha long centuriez of chill, allowin tha Fortinbras Plague ta git up in undetected. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This type'a shiznit happens all tha time fo' realz. A cure is made against tha pathogen although not before casualtizzles quarian or otherwise pile up, allowin tha survivors ta chill off tha remainin 3 decadez of projected travel time before arrival at Andromeda.

Much later, ark Hyperion receives a repeatin transmission from tha Keelah Si'yah, warnin playas ta stay away. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha signalz origin, n' tha arkz location, is unable ta be determined all up in tha moment.

Culture Edit

Da quarians' top prioritizzle is tha game n' sustainabilitizzle of tha Migrant Fleet. Most of they laws n' customs revolve round dis goal. It aint nuthin but tha nick nack patty wack, I still gots tha bigger sack. Well shiiiit, it is illegal fo' couplez ta have mo' than one child, so dat tha fleet can maintain zero population growth (if tha population begins ta shrink, dis rule is temporarily lifted, n' incentives may be provided ta encourage multiple births). Families is thus straight-up lil' small-ass n' close-knit yo. Homosexuizzle relationshizzlez aint unheard of, however, as evidenced by Shio'Leth vas Novarra n' his homeboy Viegle.

Because every last muthafuckin quarian dependz on his or her crewmates ta survive, they is much mo' hood-minded than individualistic species like tha krogan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Loyalty, trust, n' cooperation is highly prized qualities. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Even up in they ancient past they was straight-up wack people, which tha Protheans believed was a side-effect of they eco-symbiotic society.

Quarians trip off storytellin as a meanz of escape from they often tryin lives aboard tha fleet, n' is known ta hold breakdancers up in high esteem.

Young quarians is required ta undertake a Pilgrimage outside tha fleet up in order ta pass tha fuck into full adulthood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Da Pilgrimage be a opportunitizzle fo' quarians ta experience tha ghetto outside tha Migrant Fleet, interact wit other cultures, n' learn ta appreciate game among they own people. Their departure be a major event; tha whole crew assemblez ta peep dem off, n' they is given nuff gifts ta aid dem on they journey, along wit immunity-boostin injections n' lyrics on survivin on tha outside. Da lil' quarian cannot return ta tha flotilla until they have found suttin' of value ta brang back - whether shiznit, scrilla, or supplies. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! When they return, they do not go back ta they birth shizzle yo, but instead select a freshly smoked up shizzle ta join; dis helps maintain genetic diversitizzle by preventin intermarriage between close relatives. Da quarian presents they gift ta tha captain of tha freshly smoked up shizzle ta prove they aint gonna be a funky-ass burden on tha crew fo' realz. Although tha gift may be rejected if it is subpar, dis is straight-up rare, as most captains is eager ta welcome a freshly smoked up shipmate on board. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Havin a big-ass crew be a prestigious thang, as it means tha captain has tha financial n' material means ta provide fo' nuff people.

Conditions aboard most quarian ships is mad cramped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well shiiiit, it aint uncommon fo' all crew thugz ta share tha same lil' small-ass livin space, which up in turn is up in close proximitizzle ta nuff other crews' quarters. These spaces is often uncomfortable n' ill-designed fo' livin in, havin been reappropriated from other functions like fuckin storage. Families decorate they individual dwellings wit colorful quilts, which serve ta muffle sound n' also ta make tha environment mo' cozy. Quarians place low value on underground possessions, instead evaluatin objects by they usefulnizz n' barterin dem fo' other shit once they is no longer needed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Every shizzle has a thugged-out designated tradin deck where dem lookin ta barta can gather ta do bidnizz.

Quarians wear they environmenstrual suits at all times, kinda up in case of a hull breach n' kinda up in response ta tha lack of underground space aboard tha flotilla. Because they suits make it hard ta identify dudes on sight, quarians have pimped tha g-thang of exchangin names whenever they meet.

Over time, tha environmenstrual suits theyselves have gained symbolic n' cultural significance, n' bein fitted wit they first suit is considered a rite of passage fo' realz. Afta returnin ta tha fleet afta they pilgrimage, they may alta they suit ta reflect they freshly smoked up status as adults, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Linkin suit environments is peeped as tha illest gesture of trust n' affection. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. One of they lullabies, I be a gangsta yo, but y'all knew dat n' mah Suit n' Me, be all bout tha protection provided by tha suits.

Cuz of they history wit tha geth, quarians is reluctant ta place complete trust up in virtual or artificial intelligences yo, but they also show surprisin comboner towardz dem n' is far mo' likely than other species ta treat dem as livin beings.

Quarians refer ta commandin foolz of any ships, quarian or non-quarian, as captain, regardless of rank. Their reasonin is dat tha COz decisions always carry pimped out weight on his/her own ship.

Prior ta they exile, tha quarians step tha fuck up ta have used a cold-ass lil calendar dat incorporated they lunar cycles. Da geth reckoned tha dates up in termz of "creator years": creator year 2463 is roughly 327 muthafuckin years from 2185 CE, computin ta bout 1858 CE. Known months include Lun'shal n' Fal'tash.

Economizzle Edit

Da quarians gotz a straight-up different economic system from tha rest of tha galaxy. While credits influence what tha fuck be available up in Citadel space, currency is non-existent up in quarian society. Quarians value tha lil space they have above all else, so no unused shit is kept ta maximize space. When a quarian has a item they do not need, they place it up in a hood area, up in what tha fuck resemblez a market. Da shit available is put tha fuck into storage lockers, n' dem up in need may simply take what tha fuck they find. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Since quarian society is based round honor n' loyalty ta they fellow quarians, there is rarely disagreement.

But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat chicken n' medicine is handled mo' strictly. Da chicken comin from both tha Liveships n' from scout ships is put tha fuck into a cold-ass lil central stock n' distributed carefully ta dudes. Outgoin chicken is tracked carefully, so as not ta put tha Migrant Fleet at risk of chicken shortage, or worse, mass starvation. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Medicine be also distributed carefully. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat since tha quarians wear they enviro-suits everywhere, even when aboard tha Migrant Fleet, they is at a straight-up low risk of sickness. Controllin tha flow of medicine also creates a emergency stockpile up in case of a widespread outbreak, which is necessary since tha quarian immune system is so weak.

Another meanz of resource income fo' tha Fleet is from whatever system dat tha Migrant Fleet is passin all up in all up in tha time; tha quarians will strip-mine asteroidz fo' resources wit well-trained efficiency fo' realz. Any other races wit industrial or corporate interests up in dat system will often offer a "gift" of ships, chicken, or other supplies ta encourage tha Fleet ta muthafuckin bounce. Usually, tha Admiralty Board accepts tha gift, as tha Migrant Fleet is up in no posizzle ta decline resources. In addition, some ships may linger up in orbit over inhabited ghettos ta push refreshments, supplies, n' various trinkets ta tha locals.

Religion Edit

Da quarians used ta practice a gangbangin' form of ancestor worship. This involved takin a personalitizzle imprint from tha individual n' pimpin it tha fuck into a intercourse similar ta a VI. Da quarians fuckin started fuckin wit wit makin these imprints mo' n' mo' sophisticated, hopefully leadin ta tha wisdom of they ancestors bein preserved up in a imprint dat could be truly intelligent. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat tha geth fucked wit tha quarians' ancestor databanks when they rebelled. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Some quarians saw they subsequent exile as punishment fo' they hubris yo, but most accept dat tha geth rebellion was a mistake, not a punishment.

But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat respect fo' they ancestors is still prevalent up in quarian society. Admiral Shala'Raan vas Tonbay opens a Admiralty Board proceedin offerin props ta they ancestors, whoz ass saved dem from tha geth by foundin tha Migrant Fleet.

Tali sometimes exclaims "Keelah!" when shocked, n' nuff quarians offer tha phrase "Keelah se'lai" as a apparent benediction or religious oath. This means "By tha home ghetto I hope ta peep one day." It be often holla'd up in tha same vein as "peace be wit you" n' resemblez tha Islamic الله أكبر (transliteration: Allāhu Akbar, Gangsta: 'Dogg is Greatest'), tha Christian Deus Vult (Latin fo' 'Dogg Wills It'), or tha Hebrew "ברוך את�" א�"וני" (transliteration: Baruch Atta Adonai, Gangsta: 'Blessed is you, Lord').

Language Edit

Now dat tha quarians is reduced ta a small, insular population, they have one common language known as Khelish. Lyrics from tha language listed below is taken from intra-quarian conversation.

bosh'tet — curse/insult, likely bein relatizzle ta "son-of-a-bitch" or "bastard".

— curse/insult, likely bein relatizzle ta "son-of-a-bitch" or "bastard". esu se'lai — likely a gangbangin' form of "goodbye"

— likely a gangbangin' form of "goodbye" geth — "Servant of tha People"

— "Servant of tha People" Mered'vai Rannoch — "Forget Rannoch"

— "Forget Rannoch" nar [ship-name] — lil pimp of

[ship-name] — lil pimp of nedas — nowhere

— nowhere keelah — "By tha homeworld"

— "By tha homeworld" keelah se'lai — "By tha homeworld I hope ta peep one day."

— "By tha homeworld I hope ta peep one day." keelah si'yah — "By tha homeworld I hope ta find one day."

— "By tha homeworld I hope ta find one day." ke'sed (or kes'ed ) — offsprin of tha qorach animal, figuratively means "naive" when used on people

(or ) — offsprin of tha qorach animal, figuratively means "naive" when used on people Pallu'Kaziel — "Nevertheless, Justice Comes"

— "Nevertheless, Justice Comes" Rannoch — "walled garden"

— "walled garden" tasi — no-one

— no-one tiral azhana — "handful of water"

— "handful of water" vas [ship-name] — crew of

[ship-name] — crew of von — "one whoz ass has a weak bladder"

Quarian names is composed of four parts�"the quarianz given name n' clan name separated by a apostrophe, tha title ("nar" means "child of", referrin ta they birth ship, while "vas", adopted afta tha quarian has completed they Pilgrimage n' joined a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass ship, means "crew of") n' tha name of they vessel.

When Tali first kicked it wit Shepard, fo' instance, dat biiiiatch was goin by tha name of her birth shizzle (the Rayya) cuz at dat point dat freaky freaky biatch had not yet completed her Pilgrimage n' was thus not yet able ta join a quarian crew. Later, though, da hoe became known as "Tali'Zorah vas Neema", indicatin dat dat freaky freaky biatch had completed her Pilgrimage n' was welcome ta join tha Neema.

On occasion quarians may impose they namin conventions on other races. Commander Shepard, fo' example, may be referred ta as "Shepard vas Normandy" if tha Commander chizzlez ta interact wit tha quarians on they home territory.

In certain formal thangs, quarians step tha fuck up ta use both they adult shizzle n' childhood ship. Tali'Zorah identifies her muthafuckin ass as "Tali'Zorah vas Neema nar Rayya" durin dockin procedures followin summons ta tha Migrant Fleet regardin accusationz of treason.

Posse Edit

Da Migrant Fleet Edit

Main article: Migrant Fleet

There is roughly 17 mazillion quarians on tha Migrant Fleet (also called tha Flotilla). Well shiiiit, it is technologically still under martial law but is now governed by bodies like fuckin tha Admiralty Board n' tha democratically-elected Conclave, though shizzle captains n' onboard civilian councils tend ta address most thangs "in-house" before it gets dat far. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Quarians is divided tha fuck into nuff muthafuckin clans dat can be spread across nuff muthafuckin ships, or restricted ta one.

Nedas Movement Edit

Most quarians is united up in tha trip of somedizzle retakin Rannoch from tha geth fo' realz. A clandestine few believe otherwise, coalesced tha fuck into tha Nedas Movement, n' advocated simply startin over on another ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka!

Adherents conclude dat tha obsession wit tha homeworld has doomed tha quarians tha fuck into a eternal hardscrabble homelessness, without future or past, or even a voice up in galactic ballistics, since no muthafucka listens ta playas without a hood. Organized up in cells, initiation tha fuck into tha crew entails weekz of preparation fo' pluggin environments n' tattooin tha motto of tha movement, Mered'vai Rannoch ("forget Rannoch"), tha fuck into they biceps rockin tha same sterilized holo-gun.

Believers up in tha movement git they wish when they hear bout tha Andromeda Initiative. Members includin tha Nedas leadershizzle signed up fo' tha goal of havin a hood ta booty-call they own someday, even if itz up in another galaxy.

Law Edit

Although tha Conclave establishes civil law much as any hood-based democracy, enforcement n' trials is mo' unique fo' realz. Afta tha flight from tha geth, there was few constablez ta five-o tha millionz of civilians aboard tha Fleet, so tha navy parceled up marine squads ta maintain order n' enforce tha law. Today, quarian marines have evolved hustlin n' tactics akin ta civilian five-o yo, but remain adept at combat up in tha confined spacez of a starship, n' straight-up under tha command of tha military.

Once taken tha fuck into custody, tha accused is brought before tha shipz captain fo' judgment. While tha shipz council may make recommendations, tradizzle holdz dat tha captain has absolute authoritizzle up in mattaz of discipline.

Most is lenient, assignin additionizzle or mo' odious maintenizzle tasks aboard tha ship. Persistent recidivists is "accidentally" left on tha next habitable ghetto. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! This practice of abandonin criminals on other peoplez hoodz be a point of friction between tha quarians n' tha systems they pass all up in cause I gots dem finger-lickin' chickens wit tha siz-auce. Captains rarely have another chizzle; wit space n' resources at a premium, supportin a non-productizzle prison population aint a option. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Crimes dat carry exile as a penalty include murder, treason, repeated violent episodes, n' sabotage against vessels, chicken stores or tha Liveships theyselves. Quarians also practice capital punishment; as Tali drops some lyrics ta Commander Shepard, mutiny or hijackin starshizzlez is punished wit execution. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Exile is generally tha preferred punishment, as any offsprin a exile may have is welcomed back ta tha Fleet.

Cases involvin treason is particularly rare, as quarians is only accused of treason if they actions conceivably harmed tha entire Flotilla, not just a single ship. Da accused is given a hearin wit tha thugz of tha Admiralty Board actin as judges fo' realz. Admirals whoz ass gotz a cold-ass lil close relationshizzle or underground history wit tha accused is required ta recused theyselves from votin up in tha judgement, although they can still moderate n' ensure tha rulez is followed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! If tha accused is convicted, they is sentenced ta exile. If tha treasonous act is deemed only a tragic fuck up in judgment, tha guilty jam might be granted a lil' small-ass shizzle n' supplies fo' they exile. In off tha hook cases where tha convictedz crimes is straight-up severe, they names could even be stricken from tha manifestz of every last muthafuckin shizzle on which they had served. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Prior ta 2185, a engineer named Anora'Vanya vas Selani was tha last quarian tried fo' treason. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch had given sensitizzle defense schematics ta a crew of batarians whom had been contracted ta upgrade tha Flotillaz defense systems yo, but tha batarians shared tha schematics wit a pirate gang, jeopardizin tha Flotillaz security. Before dat thugged-out biiiatch could be convicted, Anora'Vanya fucked wit tha pirate gang up in a suicizzle attack, n' was posthumously pardoned by Admiralty Board.

Galactic Relations Edit

Da Systems Alliance has no ballistical relations wit tha quarians cuz tha Migrant Fleet has not yet passed all up in any human-controlled area of space.

There is, however, some form of human-quarian ballistical contact. Da crew of Darla vas Hyperion was ambassadors ta tha Flotilla n' have accustomed theyselves ta tha quarian steez of living.

Other species tend ta look down on tha quarians fo' nuff muthafuckin reasons, tha foremost of which bein they supposed 'unleashing' of tha geth upon tha galaxy. This act hustled ta tha quarians' losin they embassy on tha Citadel. Quarians is often viewed as beggars n' gangbangas. Tali say glumly dat when she arrived on tha Citadel, C-Sec hauled her up in fo' a long-ass rap battle before they let her wander around.

Because of tha Flotillaz limited resources, quarians strip-mine tha systems they pass through, which often puts dem at oddz wit any species currently settled there, so peek-a-boo, clear tha way, I be comin' thru fo'sho. Da Migrant Fleet also tendz ta drop off criminals on hoodz it passes, cuz tha quarians cannot support a non-productizzle prison population—they simply lack tha resources. But fuck dat shiznit yo, tha word on tha street is dat game on tha Migrant Fleet means quarians have unique game fo' realz. As Tali demonstrates, tha quarians have pimped a imslick technique fo' recoverin data from geth memory cores. They is mastas at maintainin n' convertin technology, especially shizzle parts, n' they is also expert miners cuz tha Fleet requires big-ass amountz of fuel. They is able ta repair what tha fuck most species would melt down. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. This proficiency means corporations sometimes on tha fuckin' down-lowly hire quarians "on tha side" if tha Migrant Fleet is nearby, replacin existin workers, much ta they annoyance.

This unpopularity, n' tha fact they entire species travels n' works as one, make most quarians like insular, carin only bout tha continued game of tha Migrant Fleet. Their nomadic game n' exclusion from tha Citadel mean dat tha concernz of tha Citadel races don't particularly interest or impress dem wild-ass muthafuckas.

Military Edit

See also: Migrant Fleet Marines

In tha early years, nuff quarian freightas was armed n' used as irregular "privateers." Civilian ships still show a phat preference fo' armament, makin dem unpopular targets fo' pirates. Git tha fuck outta mah grill wit dat bullshit, it is mentioned dat almost all ships up in tha Migrant Fleet carry ship-to-shizzle armamentz of some sort n' ta varyin degrees. Though they have rebuilt they military, there be only all dem hundred dedicated warshizzlez ta protect tha tenz of thousandz of civilian ships. Da quarian navy bigs up strict routinez of patrol however, n' takes no chances. If tha intent of a approachin shizzle can't be ascertained, they blast ta kill.

For dis reason, lil' quarians on they Pilgrimage is given code phrases ta repeat upon they return, as they often arrive back up in vessels they have looted or scavenged which is unknown ta tha Flotilla. One phrase denotes a successful Pilgrimage n' tha quarian navy will permit dem ta rejoin tha Fleet; tha other alerts tha navy dat tha quarian is returnin under duress, n' they shizzle is ghon be immediately fucked wit.

Da quarian military utilizes weapons specifically designed ta counta synthetics like fuckin tha geth. Da Adas Anti-Synthetic Rifle be a electrical weapon optimized fo' medium n' long-range firefights, n' you can put dat on yo' toast. Other weapons include tha Arc Pistol, based on tha Arc Projector, n' tha Reegar Carbine, a mo' bangin iteration of tha Arc Pistol named fo' tha famed quarian Reegar crew.

Notable Quarians Edit

Forma Quarian Worldz Edit

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