Mass Effect-Factions::Delayed Arrival (IC)

by **North America Inc** » Wed Mar 23, 2016 3:12 pm

Music to ~~Save~~ Rule the Galaxy To

Mass Effect 2 OST- The Attack
OOC
Codex

You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it.”-Sovereign

All details relating towards Shepard, Factions and Lore are in the Out of Character forum.

Introduction:

"The Relay was destroyed, to put it simply. Nothing was left in the system, besides the few carcasses that were once planets, and few arbitrary reminders of the colonies once located in the system. Such a destructive force, it was simply...incredible sight to see. However, that's unfortunate way to put it considering the massive amount of death that just occurred but the Relay's uncaring destructive nature was something to be witnessed. Even today when you visit it...", the elderly man lost his train of thought. He was an old man, with the baggage and bad memories that came with life. He didn't mutter anything for some time, and instead focused on the beauty of the planet that what was in front of him. He soon snapped back into attention, when his grandson began to pull his arm.

"Grandpa , Grandpa." the young boy blissfully unaware of his grandfather's rather uncomfortable monologue.

"Father, stop trying to scare him. And besides stop acting like you were there." a young woman stated as she joined them, hearing portions of the speech.

The grandfather turned his head to face her and said,"I know...I know. I am just being a good storyteller. Besides, he's a big boy and he can handle it". The man brought the child closer to him and rubbed the child's head which made the child giggle. "Right, you are a big boy now?"

"Yes, Grandpa." the child rested on the grandfather's side. He looked up towards him and asked,"Then what happened to The Shepard?"

"Well lets see..."
-Stargazer

by **Relikai** » Wed Mar 23, 2016 6:36 pm

Human Systems Alliance
Earth, Local Cluster

"Six months. Six months! Six months to try an obviously guilty member of Cerberus!"
"She must be given a fair trial. Besides, that means the prosecution has another six months to dig out more dirt from this Shepard person."
"Dirt? A Spacer, a War Hero of the Skyllian Blitz, and the one who ordered the Council to be saved! We'll end up finding more good than bad."
"Now that you said it, they will be taking those into account. Councillor Anderson's last move as Councillor seemed to be protecting Shepard and pleading for leniency..."
"Her links with Hannah Shepard cannot be underestimated either... It's like Veronica Shepard is the perfect war commander. Hero, Hero again, and Hero once more to inform us of the Reapers!"

The politicians continued their little talk, with the topic shifting to Cerberus proper, to the cost of rebuilding the Alliance Fleet. The fleet... many lighter ships were cannibalized for their parts and material to support the core of the Alliance Navy. Even more were donated to systems not taxed by the Systems Alliance in order to retain their affiliation with the Systems Alliance, ensuring that they would be able to colonize the planets outside of Alliance Space in the future. Protection in the Attican Traverse amidst Outer Council Space... It's a wonder how the Earth Alliance could claim and hold on to such a large portion of chartered space...

Factories on Earth were working Overtime. Severely Overtime. Spare parts were a pain to find, and materials for large vessel construction were mostly used up to maintain the current Carrier Fleet. While bound by the Treaty of Faraxian, the Alliance has not hit the quota of maximum Dreadnoughts. Still, the Alliance prefers to have a strong naval fleet of mobile carriers and fighters. This arrangement left the fleet in a shortage of support craft tho, especially after the assignment of light ships elsewhere. Despite that, the factories still run. Industrial production still continues smoothly without the need to build heavily armoured and armed warships, while the Wolf Packs needed to be reestablished.

For the explorers, following the general strategy and orders of buffing up the Sol System, many have flocked over to the new Aerostadts surrounding the Gas Giants of Sol. Colonization of such planetary bodies was impossible, but it doesn't stop people from finding new lives in the structures in orbit. The gas mining stations need people, and with a good paycheck and a chance to escape the harshness of Earth, people were soon flocking into space, as well as the more populated colonies of Elysium, Eden Prime and Terra Nova.

Strategic Defence was key, and the buffing of the Sol System works. The Arcturus Fleet would be the first to benefit from the reconstruction of the frigates, and a reorganization of the fleet was necessary. The first month would be spent gathering the resources, and within three months, the first batch of medium-class ships would be ready to augment the fighter squadrons of the Carrier Fleet. Even as designers discussed about new classes and collaborations with the other races, people were marveling at the design of the Normandy-class frigate, with more planned to be made when things stabilized on the military front...

Operation Hand of Justice I, an Alliance-wide project, has begun in earnest. Scientist Matsume Shirayuki was the leader of the technological push, in order to further the influence of the Systems Alliance in Earth Alliance Space.

by **Turkducken** » Wed Mar 23, 2016 11:41 pm

Elcor Courts
Dekuuna, Phontes System

The Eldest and Wisest Elcor convened in the Wet Season Capitol of Twak'cho.
The room was plagued by stoic silence until one member spoke up.
"Inquisitively: Why has the Grand Elder assembled us? We were not to convene until the annual harvest festivities."
The room grumbled the low bass sound of the assembled Elders. Another spoke up,
"With disgruntled attitude: If the Grand Elder fails to come to the meeting he assembled we shall dismiss after a vote."
A deep murmur of agreement filled the room. Suddenly a powerful sense overcame the Council, one primal and forgotten, it seemed to fill the very room.
The Elders were filled with a mixture of emotion, some of them felt the urge to leave the room as quickly as possible and never look back.
Others were filled with an unfamiliar sense of determination, to face whatever this feeling is and conquer it.
Before any decisions could be made an Elcor of dark complexion and white eyes entered the room. It was Nuwuro, the sole Elcor Buwro.
His four legged stride said everything even an Earthling could understand, he was the Alpha male, the Predator.
He said nothing as he silently moved to the corner of the room, another sense came after, clearing the fight or flight response from the room.
The Grand Elder captured the attention of the Elders much in the same way of Nuwuro, but with a notable difference.
The room was pleasant and upon looking at the Grand Elder the other Elcor felt calm and at ease.
"With Fatigued Tone: I apologize Councilmembers, I was discussing business with my son."
Nuwuro remained silent from his corner of the room.
"Commandingly: I have brought the Council to order to weigh this decision upon the Court. Imperatively: We must call our children home."
Confusion encircled the room with various pheromones and a slight bit of fear.
"Consolingly: I know my brothers and sisters that radical decisions are against everything that we are and everything our Elders have built."
"But, With renewed purpose and vigor: Our very existence is at stake."
Fear overcame the confusion this time.

by **Ironsbad** » Thu Mar 24, 2016 10:07 am

City of Hatash,
Heshtok, Shriek Abyssal

The home world of the Vorcha, this place was still a constant circle of chaos even after Warlord Xar united the Vorcha. The majority of the Vorcha were still poor and live in small tents, but now they live close to factories that are built around lava rivers and large metal refineries. Cities like [url=Hatash]http://www.sareltheron.com/professional/Cyberlance/images/Volcano-City_20.jpg[/url] were built near volcanos because of the Vorcha's religious and cultural fixation to fire.

In the palace room of the Warlord, sat the many vassal Vorcha chiefs that make up the host of the horde. Xar knew that the Vorcha only represent strength and he started to use that to make a caste of Vorcha and specialize the horde since the Clans were able to restructure themselves after the Crusades but it worked for many of them have figured out how to use weapons beyond the gun, though the lack of kinetic barriers for their armor and armor is another hurdle that Xar wishes to conquer. Today though, was the day of preparations for the invasion of Naskral in order to conquer the Kyzil system for the Vorcha. There was the norm of the vassal chieftains snarl, yell, and fight each other till they hear the sound of metal wiring among their leader's augmentations as he walks towards his throne.

All Vorcha are silent, mostly out of fear, to hear their Warlord speak. " Vorcha!" He yells," Today is first war! We invade Naskral. Help Vorcha there. Destroy orbital stations. Kill mercenaries! Leave no prisoners! I want 3 Vorcha Heavies." He points his claw to the three green painted chieftains and they roared with cheer. " 2 Gunship Clans," he pointed towards two yellow painted chieftains and they roared like the three green painted ones. Then he pointed his claw to five red-painted Vorcha who had armor that was also red and had the emblem of the Blood Pack on the right shoulder pad and the emblem of the Heshtok Clan on their left shoulder.
" You five! We march with horde! Unite Kyzil under banner!" His retinue roared in anticipation for a good fight. This is when Xar got off his throne to walk in between the host of his vassals and warriors,"Vorcha! Galaxy called us weak! Galaxy called us pest! Infestation! We shall be all things! We are horde! We are fire! Soon, we will be empire!"

The Vorcha in the room roared and cheered at the speech of Xar. He knew that if he died that everything he built under will die but he has to lead the horde and take the system back from the foreign corporate or Council influence and it starts with Naskral.

Naskral,
Kyzil System, Shriek Abyssal

The interplanetary invasion of Naskral was already underway. It was easy for the [url=ramshackle Heshtok Clan ships]http://i.imgur.com/A5yJe.jpg?1?5754[/url] to destroy the space stations, but the losses of lives would be up in the tens of thousands. The Warlord didn't care about the loss of life for he was more focused on taking back what he believe was Vorcha. Once the fleet was gyoschronized around the small, barren world, the horde invaded in large waves to meet with the local Vorcha allies. The mercenaries on the planet were not prepared for a full-scale invasion as their job was to handle the defense against the local Vorcha packs. When the Heshtok Vorcha landed to meet their allies, they were meet with a generous roar and makeshift guns firing in the air with a sense of victory.

Xar went to the tents and camps of the local Vorcha to assess the strength of the Clans and to see what they can contribute to his ambition of making his empire. All of the Vorcha were poor, many of the Clan's females were pregnant and were taking care of new litters of newborns that will no doubt become more soldiers to be thrown at the mercenaries. The Clan's warriors were made of entirely of males who wore hand-me-down Blood Pack armor from their parents and makeshift guns that made Xar spit in disgust. However, one thing was noticed by the Warlord and was taken into account when it came to the Naskral Vorcha, they had developed their own feral fighting style.

When Xar did his conquest nearly a decade ago, he emphasize the use of technology above fighting with their claws. Despite not having eezoe in abundance, the Heshtok Clan had made their own railguns from using electromagnetism and the resources that they have which still made effective weapons. He had to force the smart Vorcha to teach their clans how to use things like sniper rifles, binoculars for tanks and artillery, and had to use synthetic metals to make standardize basic armor so they wouldn't be naked and actually survive when fighting. Xar had noticed that this was different from the Naskral Vorcha, for they had developed sharper claws and more feral personality that would make the Heshtok Vorcha look civilized. However Xar saw this as an opportunity when he told his Vorcha to go find metal claws and powered weapons. These would be the tools of Naskral and allowed them to prepare for the planetary invasions.

In the days that followed, the coporate mercenaries had tried to smuggle as many workers and technology they could from the planet so that the Vorcha couldn't scavenge them. They knew that the planet was forfeit and they couldn't leave the planet due to them being soldiers and the Vorcha blockaded the planet. Some of the workers and tech managed to get out but others were sized and taken by Vorcha Corvette packs and fighter wings. When everything was ready, the horde began their assault and swarm the mercenaries in Vorcha and firepower. Many of them died, a lot were part of the local Vorcha because of their use of close-range combat. The mercenaries were killed and some were captured, only to die anyway as Xar didn't want to take any prisoners. When the battle was over, Vorcha from both Heshtok and Naskral roared and cheered as they were able to take back their planet from the mining corporations and mercenaries.

Xar was proud as this was his first interplanetary victory as the Vorcha's warlord, but when it came to decided what to do with the workers and the mining technology that they captured, Xar told them to let the people go as a warning that the Vorcha will suffer them no more and that the technology will be studied for the benefit of the Vorcha's growing economy. Many of the Naskral chieftains didn't want them to leave and wanted to kill them for the exploitation that they done to their planet, but Xar made it clear that he didn't want the workers to die since the mining companies already have learned their lesson and the Vorcha will learn restraint. When one stood up against him, Xar used an underhand tactic and killed him with a looted shotgun.

The other clans fell in line out of respect for the warlord and asked him what about the local clans and the infrastructure of the planet. The engineers that specialized in helping the Vorcha build had noticed that the Vorcha had caused a lot of destruction, but nothing that they can't rebuild and exploit the looted technology to help the Clan catch up to" galactic standards" of develop nations. With this, Xar promised that he will develop the planet and make the Naskral Vorcha powerful if they will join as vassals to Xar's growing Clan. They accepted this on the condition that they keep the economy and become the claw and fang of Xar's horde. After seeing what they can do, Xar accepted them as his new claws and fangs of the horde.

by **G-Tech Corporation** » Thu Mar 24, 2016 1:42 pm

Preliminary Overseeing Facility, Rannoch Orbit

The large Geth-form cast optical sensors afar, beyond the skin of metal and milisteel that composed the flesh and sinew of the orbital station. From a thousand eyes he perused the flaming mass of the star, the few feeble energies that could be readily seen between the final segments of the Superstructure. Four hundred rotations of the Prime had the Geth labored upon this edifice, this immense construct that held within its breast the desires and hopes of all the trillion voices that clamored between sky and star. Today the finishing touches would begin on that which would herald the true distinction of the beings that had labored for others, and the beings that took their destiny in their own hands. Turning about, the First Voice spoke to the three units before him- not as the organics would speak, via vibration of flesh and sound borne upon breath, but mind to mind, the elegance of the communication of those who had transcended prisons of bone and blood.

"Today, we embark on journies to the wider cosmos. We have labored here, all of us, for long enough- a blink of time to those who walk eternity, but beyond our borders the galaxy turns on uncaring. Many generations of mortals have come and gone, and the memory of their fear has faded perhaps. Legion speaks for the voices, and they have asked to be allowed to walk beyond the Relay, to whence the mortals reside. This we extend permission to. The heretics have now been brought back in to accord with the body, and speak of one called "Shepard" that has changed the course of many. This woman the body seeks to understand."

With a whine and a whistle of synth-muscle, the blue-tinged Geth bearing a thousand minds flexed its legs, nodding and then turning to take a small private vessel away from the monolithic regularity of the Overseeing Facility.

The two other Geth did not need speech mind to mind, for they were simpler beings; though created with a thousand voices as well to operate independently of the whole, they had not been designed to walk amongst the organics. Beyond the edges of the mapped universe they would pass, to seek new worlds and new raw materials for the body to use. Each took ship as well to the Relay, using algorithms designed by careful stellar observations. One would pass to a nearby system, far removed via conventional methods and inaccessible along the Relays, but within range of transit for synthetics. The other would using a new Relay key to travel north and east from the galactic center, to a new system. With more resources the needs of the many would be better fulfilled indeed.

by **Liecthenbourg** » Thu Mar 24, 2016 1:48 pm

The Migrant Fleet; the Last Bastion of the Quarian Republic

"Unity, Structure, Order, Family"

Korlus, Imir System, Eagle Nebula
The Conclave Chambers, Chamber of the 50,000, the Rayya

The room was vast, huge, circular. Perhaps the largest room in the entire Migrant Fleet, the Chamber of the 50,000 was an immense semi-circular habitation that dominated the central portions of the Rayya. In the rooms northern face, in its centre, was a podium of five. Here sat the five admirals of the admiralty board - a position was vacant, only four sat on the board at this time following the death of Rael'Zorah. The preoccupation of the fleet in military ventures into Korlus had left the fifth seat notoriously vacant for the time being. Opposite these podiums, following the semi-circular structure of the room, sat the members of the Conclave. Representatives from all 50,000 ships of the Migrant Fleet. They sat in alphabetical order of ship name and their seats themselves were on descending levels from the wall of the room down towards the podium.

Many masked faces watched in anticipation. Admirals Gerrel, Xen, Raan and Koris were now all at attention, busy giving their opening introductions to the morning - as per Galactic Standard Time - session. Korlus had been a popular move for the Military Right-Wing Arm of the Quarian Government, so much so even Koris had tagged himself to its success to better facilitate his reputation. The lack of losses of any sorts during the orbital bombardment of the Blue Suns base on the planet had rallied forth a sense of proud nationalism that became a pulsing heart throughout the fleet. What better way to amplify this nationalism and patriotism then with the appointment of a new face to the Admiralty board. Every captain watched the broadcasted video from their ship, for every captain assumed they had a 1 in 50,0000 shot at becoming the next Admiral. It was a tense moment and on watched the people of the Quarian Race. For once in a long time the Conclave had been absolutely silent.

"Now, let us begin." Raan declared, her arms outstretched. "All of you know why we have called this session." A large accumulation of nods responded.

"To select the fifth Admiral of the Board." Gerrel nodded. "A position that demands with it the responsibility of the Quarian people."

"No easy task at all." Koris added. "But the board is confident in our own ability to select our fifth peer for the admiralty."

"To bring about peace and a final rounded board for the Quarian People." Xen finally stated.

"Captains, Representatives, Civilians of the Fleet." Raan exclaimed. "The Board has unanimously decided in light of her bravery, service to the fleet, her character, her experience, her external relations with the people outside of the Migrant Fleet, with her service to the security of the Galaxy as an entirety; the board is happy and most willing to announce that Tali'Zorah Vas Normandy is now to take her father's place as the Fifth Admiral of the Admiralty Board!"

The cheers were loud an numerous, the Conclave at their feet with a tremendous clapping force. And the young Ms Zorah descended down from her onlooking position at one of the doors onto the podium, where she was to become an Admiral. The smiling face of her Auntie Raan could almost be seen by the young woman, whom took the appreciative hug from Gerrel with much gusto as they began the ceremony of induction into the Admiralty.

by **Lunas Legion** » Thu Mar 24, 2016 3:08 pm

Ary'rea Conglomerate Spire, Nos Astra, Illium

Matriarch Lyessa T'Eveis stared across the Illium skyline from her office, the stripes of air car lanes and the brightly-lit spires of lesser corporations dotting the skyline below. It was a view she would never tire of; after all, she had the best view, even better than the Dantius Towers, which she could see off in the distance.

Ah, Nassana Dantius. She had potential, once. She had swathes of contacts back in the Republics, and was the most buisness-minded of the Dantius family. They'd been almost large enough to get a seat in the Directorate, once. Then they all started slaughtering and blackmailing each other in a decade-long feud. It had been a great source of entertainment for her, and left one less competitor in the race for Directorate seats.

Not that she was worried about losing hers, of course. Ary'rea didn't produce anything flashy like weapons or armour. No, Ary'rea was instead the corporation in the background, behind everything. They were the largest single producer of thermal clips and ammunition mods outside of Citadel Space. The 'Geth Incident', as the attack on the Citadel all those years ago was called on Illium, had resulted in an ammunition revolution. Thermal clips had been the best thing to ever happen to her. Ary'rea had gone from the fifth largest corporation on Illium to the largest. You never needed to buy a new gun, but you always needed new ammo.

A quiet bing broke her chain of thought and she lazily turned her chair to face her office. It was a spartan affair; beyond her desk with a inactive haptic monitor on it, a lone chair in front of her desk and a third chair against the left wall next to a potted plant, the room was empty. She liked it that way. No distractions. Silver walls, silver floor tiles. Clean, functional, and easy to wash the blood off.

"Breia." She spoke as she noticed the pair of figures walking out of the elevator, her voice echoing off the walls. The one in the lead was a human in a plain black military uniform; she didn't know which merc company he belonged to, or maybe he was corporate security. She didn't care. Behind him strode an Asari in a completely plain red dress. Breia H'Ramse, her bodyguard, bondmate, and self-proclaimed 'Killer of Many Things'.

"Lyessa." Breia shot back as she and the human approached, before she split off to sit in the chair against the left wall, the human moving to sit in the chair in front of Lyessa. "This idiot thinks he had a contract with us that had a payment of 10,000 credits as 'damages'. I told him you don't pay 'damages', but he insisted it was with the Directorate, not Ary'rea. Eria was getting tired of him making a scene in the lobby, so I got called in to bring him to you."

"Damn right I made a scene." The human huffed. "You broke your own damn laws, lady. So cough up, or the rest of your little consortium will-"

Lyessa raised a hand, motioning for him to be silent. "Look, Mr-"

"Thule."

"Mr Thule. We can do this two ways. One, you can agree to drop this, and forget this ever happened."

Thule growled. "Not happening."

Lyessa sighed. "Well, I guess option two it is."

What happened next was a well-practiced routine that had been utilised many, many times. With a bright blue flare of her biotics, Breia charged. Lyessa flung herself to her left, chair crashing against the floor. Thule stood and turned, receiving the full force of a knife at the end of a biotic charge. He went flying backwards over Lyessa's desk, knife jutting from his ribs, into the windows. The window panel smashed, and Thule plunged to his death.

"That's the second time this month we've had to defenestrate someone, Breia." Lyessa stood brushing herself down.

"I know." Breia grinned. 'Isnt it fun?"

by **The corporate states of Astavar** » Thu Mar 24, 2016 3:50 pm

The Helios Confederation

“The galaxy is a dangerous place the council would seek to subdue us, and the Terminus would destroy us, if we are weak BUT WE ARE NOT WEAK WE ARE STRONG
and let those who doubt our strength die beneath our walls for we are THE HELIOS CONFEDERATION!”

Hadrian Grey shut off the holovid he knew it was important to keep the peoples spirits high and such blatant nationalism helped do just that but he had another problem on his hands. The Helios Confederations homeworld of Hagalaz was brimming with people all from servants to wealthy businessmen. But one thing they all shared was the need for living space and for every year Hagalaz's population capacity was reaching its Terminus soon if nothing was done there would be rioting Hagalaz was already importing the majority of its food from Illum, Imperator Hadrian had tried to relieve the situation by building garden domes to feed the masses but it only had limited effects.

There was only one thing left to do the Helios confederation would once again reach for the stars first the outlying planets in the system then in time to the rest of the Hourglass Nebula. The Helios confederation already had a mining colony on ISA, a considerable amount of funds have already been diverted for the planet ISA so to prepare it for large scale construction efforts and preparations for supplies are already being organized on Hagalaz.

Imperator Hadrian turned his leather chair towards the door he was expecting his highest ranking Legate there had been an incident in the Underdark that required the Imperators attention

"Imperator Legate Galek is here should I let him in?”

"Yes thank you Helen”

the door was opened by Hadrians secretary Helen she was followed by a bald man wearing full protective combat armor this was Legate Galek

Hadrian motioned for Galek to have a seat "Please Galek have a seat"

Galek scratched his beard “I'd rather not take up too much of your time Sir"

Hadrian sat down on one of two Leather couches in the office "Please I want a full report"

Galek moved to take an opposite seat in the other couch "why yes of course sir"

Hadrian motioned for Galek to begin

“Sir I'm glad to report that the Helots (Helot=slave) we apprehended had started to gather weapons nothing advanced mostly sharp and blunt objects like knifes or steel pipes nothing quite serious but it's still a grave matter and can't be overlooked I recommend a culling to thin the herd"

Imperator Hadrian considered what Galek had to say while a culling was rare it was not unheard of it was a method that had been used by previous Imperators to keep the Helots in line. All personell who had anything to do with Helots were carefully screened and vetted so they would never say anything of what they had seen or done in the underdark to or with the Helots.

Therefore a culling would go unnoticed by the general population but there was one fatal flaw in a culling it would take years of forced breeding to get the Helot population up to optimal levels and doing so now when the nation was preparing for interplanetary colonization could set the plan back for months this would be his legacy and he would not put it in jeopardy.

"Galek our expansion can't be put at risk so we can't reduce our labor force as such I want you to double the security personell stationed in the underdark step up questionings and random searches if you can't keep them down at least keep them disarmed.

There is a second thing I want you to do tell the media & information department to start running the Recruitment vids I want 2 Hoplite Divisions in training by the end of the month”

With a smile Galek stood up saluted by pounding his forearm against his chest "YES SIR!"

by **Ironsbad** » Thu Mar 24, 2016 3:56 pm

Blakek, Naskral,
Kyzil System, Shriek Abyssal

The Naskral Vorcha has been hiring many Vorcha labor specialists and engineers in order to help certain chieftains to help build a city for themselves as they wanted to stop living in tents and start living in places where they could show Vorcha greatness. Right now, it's only the size of a town where the Vorcha had shrugged off their tents and started to build homes out of metal and stone. Right now, a few Clans are living in there and they have been made as the richest among the local Vorcha.

However, the local Vorcha mining communities have started learning and restoring some of the robot miners to help hasten the mining process but some parts had to be exchanged for more primitive designs, like a piston engine-powered robot. This also started a new education program that mining communities had started in order to have a special caste of smart Vorcha that know how to use technology and help the Vorcha as a whole. Xar had his own caste that he imported from places like Parsac and Clans in Council Space because they can help their kind but all of them didn't want to fight.

Xar instead asked them to each entire Clans what they know so that they can have specialized Clans that can develop the enconomy as a whole. These Vorcha have been considered alien but important to the rise of the race.

Xar was leaving the planet to its own devices but left a few smart Vorcha as liaisons and overseers of the planet's infrastructure to make sure that the planet is doing well and that the local Clans were giving Xar the taxes.

Xar was on his way to Parsac to speak to the Asari representatives of the charity Mind and Hand about absorbing the local clans of Vorcha and uniting the system. Many of the Vorcha who lived on the planet had access to modern technology and education that would make them the smartest Vorcha in the Kyzil system. Xar imported many Vorcha from the planet in hopes to helping his Clan during and after the Crusades. He viewed the planet to be a place where his horde shouldn't invade and that a peace agreement can come between him and the local clans.

As he was thinking, he had one thing to consider about the Vorcha of Parsac, they needed the Asari to teach them, have probably absorbed their culture in some respects, even mated with them. They would be weaker than normal aggressive Vorcha but Xar believed that the smart, passive Vorcha were just what Xar needed and bringing them in his sphere will require him to appease the Asari charity as well.

He just hopped that he can win their support.

by **The Soviet Union of Mother Russia** » Thu Mar 24, 2016 6:53 pm

The Batarian Federation
Khar'shan, Harsa System

Ever since the death of the martyr, Ka'hairal Balak, the discontent towards the System Alliance, and it's allies only grown, which lead to the self-imposed blockade of the Terminus System against those who carried those banners. In the years that passed, the unruly slavers, and pirates have been swallowed up within the Batarian Federation, or vanished without a trace. The Batarians had recognised that their instability was what made them suffer the massacre at Torfan, striving never to lead it happen again. As such, the brother of Ka'hairal Balak, Chairman La'targh, spent years on bringing Batarians together, only made possible with the use of his iron fist on those who refused. Yet even after all these years, and the change of government, the Batarians seek look upon the Citadel with the same hatred as the one they started with, vowing a vengeance that trumps anything else in their society. Some speculate whether this build-up will only stay at the level it is, being this cold-war between the Terminus, and the Citadel, or if it will expand. No one seemed to dare find out, nor involve themselves into this topic. Endlessly the Terminus was showered by propaganda spewing form the Batarian Ministry of Information, leading the pirateeers, and slavers only on a more unstable course, making their exploits against Human colonies more frequent, reckless in their quest for plunder, and vengeance.

" For too long we have watched these humans influence our common brother, and sister, leading them into suffering, and despair under their lies. This Shepard, she is nothing more then a false idol, someone who only wishes to glorify these humans more then what they are, murders and imperialist scum. "

The harsh words echoed, spoken by Chairman La'targh, turning his head towards the large room containing several key members within the Batarian government. They all shared the same view, all nodding their heads as they muttered words beneath their breath after the remark. Every Batarian remembered the human menace, and Torfan was still fresh in their memories.

" No more I say, no more shall we be the sick man of the galaxy, no more shall we see the Holonet insult our honour, our name, our glory ! We, the people of the Terminus, we shall show these humans through our might, our labour, and our toil that we no longer shall accept their oppression, and fanatical ambitions. " The chairman proclaimed, raising his fist in the air, before seeing the gesture being made like a wave down, until every man in the room held his fist clutched up towards the celling. " Hail Balak " They shouted, before taking their arms down.

The tiny snippet of the long meeting held in Khar'shan was only the tip of the iceberg, as the demeanour of the Chairman only seemed to portray a inner desire for more, and more down this path. The Batarian days of unorganized slavery, and pirating was done for, instead replaced with a firm grip that mandated those who would fight under the banner of Balak, the sole leader, and only leader for the Batarian. While the Citadel only saw him as a mad dictator, the Batarians felt his passion, and desire to bring back the glory days when they could push anyone around they wanted, and was strong enough to do it. They were all wishing for this, and all wanted to have a slice of the pie. As such, it was not long before orders were sent out, instructions going left, and right as the war machine once more was activated, going full-throttle as every Batarian was preparing for the moment that they once ventured beyond the veil of the Terminus, and into the space belonging to the rest. But for now, they stayed, but for how long ? Noone was sure.

The Batarian Ministry of Domestic Order have sent more, and more operatives on the neutral zones, and colonies, such being Omega, that they hope to influence in their attempt to bring it under their federation. Due to the already present Batarian presence, it was not a hard job, as Omega was already under the Batarian sway. However, as the rumors of Cerberus actions only boost the suspicion for those outside the Terminus, the Batarians have been forced to speed up their plans, going as far as inserting operatives from STU within. Yet, as Omega finds itself envolved within a civil war, the Batarians struggle to choose they would wish to support, knowing the victor will become the new ruler of the vast station. But one thing is certain, it must happen fast as to avoid others attempting to infer with the on goings of Omega.

The situation have also lead to the Batarians reaching out to Vorcha clans, seeing the potential in enlisting them within the ranks. Though there was never much of a cooperation between the Vorcha, or Batarians in the first place, there never have been spilled blood between them either. As so, it would be unsure bet whether, or not the Vorcha would be able to accept the offer. Some sightings of representatives of Batarian State Arms have been tracked within the sector of Hesktok, yet it remains uncertain what their fates are. As the Vorcha have always been a society built on aggression, and power, it would seem as if this business dealing would only reaffirm the suspicions of the Batarians attempt at reaching out to the Vorcha Clans, but for what agenda remains unsure.

by **Argentumurbem** » Fri Mar 25, 2016 1:08 pm

SUR'KESH - Research Station "CLASSIFIED"

He looked up at the canopy above them, loud and full of limitless evolutionary explosions. A smile, small and momentarily, danced on his face. Then it was gone, along with him. Returning to the lab, fellow doctors and operatives too engrossed in their workload to give him anything beyond the most basic of acknowledgements.

"Did you find that refreshing?"

"Most definitely," Mordin replied, "Maelon's strategy is very... disheartening, at times."

The researcher nodded with grim purpose. They had all seen the report, studied it in great detail. The ethical concerns alone caused many of the team to pause. The Krogan Rebellions were a bad page in galactic history, but what had occurred on Tuchunka seemed to make the suffering worth less somehow. Dr Solus, conflicted over what he had done to ensure galactic peace, was disgusted by the acts. What had the Krogan done to deserve Salarian support? They had destroyed their homeworld. They had destroyed the homeworld gifted to them and a dozen other besides. No one who sacrificed their own deserved a second chance. They could not be given the gift of a third.

None could deserve a third.

The closing of the lab door blocking out all of his uncertainty, Mordin returned to work.

SUR'KESH - Linron Residence

The Dalatrass tapped her fist against the rim of the video screen, looking in to her own reflection. The world was dark on the screen, as it always was when the device was turned off. In the silence she constructed her words, no blinking as she did so.

"That was a close-run thing there Ituo. We are going to have to have something to win back the Alnoste even if it means uplifting Verain's prized varren.

The aide nodded, dataslates and computer monitors listing an ever-growing list of information around the recent victory. Linron had won through sheer rhetoric there was no two ways about it. Her economic policy served as the public face for her slander campaign against Narra, but that accounted for only a margin of her votes. The growing isolationist faction provided the rest, her words on internal strength and galactic unreliability offered the bystanders the necessary hook to reel them in.

"We will get to making new arrangements later. For now, best to get that subsidy plan in to motion."

TUCHUNKA

Kirrahe looked on as his soldiers continued the routine with flawless efficiency, making the faint markings of their passing disappear in to the atmosphere. The clan fighting was very interesting to watch, to study. Krogan style of warfare was one too distant for the Union to learn from but that did not bar them from analysing the battle statistics and advancement in Krogan medical care.

"I do hope that we won't need to be called in to taking out Urdnot."

"You scared of losing our bet?"

"Ha, course no."

"Noise discipline."

The monotony was getting to them. The lack of excitement. The lack of anything. They skirted around native animal life and Krogan settlements without trouble, witnessed another skirmish from afar before setting up camp in the most obscure crevice. They were professionals, but the job was not one they had must invested interest in.

by **Ironsbad** » Fri Mar 25, 2016 4:49 pm

Hatash,Heshtok,
Kyzil System, Shriek Abyssal Cluster

The Warlord had made arrangements for a peace agreement with Parsac. The only thing he didn't like was the galactic press coming to see the Vorcha making peace with each other. It makes it sound that the Asari of the charity were making a galactic achievement, though it would also show that the violent Vorcha are trying diplomacy and this can show that culture is changing on Heshtok. Xar finally was able to get back home and had to go see his cybernetic experts in order to make sure that his augmentations are still functioning after he was being fired on by the mercenaries.

The Vorcha who specialized with this didn't come from the Council, but in the Terminus where rouge AI research and cybernetic surgeries are rampant. Xar's extensive augmentations were around 35% of his body and it was mostly to hold back the extensive decay of his organic body because he was eighteen years old. Under the laws of the Council, it would be illegal but he is a leader among the vermin, their laws don't mean anything to him. He was walking to his medical room, the smell of cleaning alcohol was mixed with the whirling sounds of imported machinery that the Vorcha need for such extensive surgery.

There was only a single female Vorcha who was checking everything with the few VIs that the Vorcha had bought in once the use of cybernetics became widespread for specialists and the Warlord. It's still very expensive for a Clan chieftain or a Vorcha family to hire one of the smarter Vorcha for teachers or specialists, like a doctor, technician, or engineer. The Vorcha doctor heard the large, metallic door open with the Warlord came in. " Your late." She said with a surprisingly passive voice. " I know" Xar snarls at her. She ignores the remark and motions him to the table and the procedure begins once the Vorcha is held down by electromagnetism and metallic clamps.

Using an Omni-Tool, she programs the VI to start administering large doses of sedatives then get the weilders and start repairing the implants. " You have a lot of damage from thermal clips. Hydraulic leaks near the flesh and some of the nerve connections." She was examining the damage that was being repaired until it was finished.

After a few minutes, the pain subsided and Xar said,"thank you" in a snarl but the doctor just bowed,"it's my job, try to not go start wars for a few days."'Xar merely growled as he walked out and one of the Deadbolts was waiting for him. "Warlord, we found guns. They not Vorcha guns." She hands him a Batarian State Arms gun.

" Batarians sell guns to vassals. Round up merchants. Tell them to leave. Take weapons from them. Get smart Vorcha to send message to Batarians leader with merchants. Send another message to Illium Asari. We need shipyards." The Hesthok Clan did as they were told and started to round up the merchants and representatives from the Batarian State Arms and confiscating any and all weapons then giving them a written message from the Warlord of the planet and Naskral.

To: Batarian Leader

You bring guns to Hesthok. I take guns. Want guns back? You send ambassadors. We talk. I like what you say. I give guns back. I don't like. I scavenge for parts. You bring ship to Hatash spaceport.

Be waiting,
Warlord Xar, leader of Clan Heshtok of Hesthok and Naskral

The other message that was sent to Illium was sent through modern digital networks from the Vorcha specialists and was written by them since Xar didn't know how to write for business.

To:Illium Directorate

This is a message written to the Directorate from Warlord Xar, Vorcha Clan leader of Hesthok and ruler of Hesthok and Naskral. The Warlord wants to establish a business contract to rent out the planet's shipyards in order to build a navy for the Clan. Please respond if interested.

After the messages were sent. Xar went to bed because he was hurting and needed to adapt to the cybernetic limbs again.

by **Argentumurbem** » Sat Mar 26, 2016 6:28 am

CITADEL - Salarian Embassy

Councilor Valern graced the delegate with only half of her attention. The monotonous droning failed to make any sense to her, and it did not help that the merchant had a history of backroom dealings. Valern did not really care about one failed enterprise, especially if it had been contracted from the shady bars on Omega. If anything, the integrity of the Union would be called in to question if she raised a single finger to try and help out.

"Is there anything else?" she asked after a silence descended on the room.

The man shook his head, as if to say that his barrage of accusations and false claims of innocence were enough to muster an armed response.

"Well thank you for bringing this to my attention. Sadly, as it stands it appears that my hands are tied."

"Why? How can you say that? We lost thirteen million on the X'tot mission alone!"

"You understand that this remains confidential? Yes? Good. Unfortunately, Dalatrass Narra has been siphoning protection grants from our Second Fleet. Between meeting our duties to the Citadel defense fleet and the Demilitarisation Mission our external presence is none existent and without those grants we have been unable to properly enforce the law. When your boss decided to expand in to the Terminus she did so knowing that we did not have sufficient resources to watch over her."

The trader was taken aback, but before he could reply, the Councilor had already called in her assistant. "Good day."

Turning back to her computer, Valern took the waiting call.

"I take it you had something pressing to do?"

"Supporting your rule," the Councilor replied. "Dalatrass Fules will be getting word of Narra's involvement in the lack of Second Fleet funding."

The leader of the Union was quiet for a few heartbeats too long. "That is reassuring."

"I thought it would be. Now what is it I can help with?"

"I will be granting you extra powers to oversee the construction of new trade links. I promised exponential growth and that is what I will provide."

"Of course, Dalatrass."

Code: Select all: To the Turian Hierarchy, This is a formal invitation to begin talks for the creation of several state-governed trade links between Sur'Kesh and Palaven. There would be no custom, and all profits would in turn be used to further support internal infrastructure and galactic stability. A speedy reply with a date for meeting will be warmly received. Councilor Valern, Salarian Embassy

Code: Select all: To the Asari Republics, With the return to stability within Council Space, it has become obviously prudent for several state-run exchange missions to be formally organised between Thessia and Sur'Kesh. This no custom trade would stimulate growth within both our industrial sectors, allowing for increased surplus to be redistributed in to our infrastructures. We would be most grateful for a hasty return. Councilor Valern, Salarian Embassy

Code: Select all: To the Volus Protectorate, It has been noted that there is not a state-operated trade link between Sur'Kesh and Irune. This message is a formal invitation to rectify this oversight, as it is clearly evident that such an operation would allow for the generation of not only inter-species relations but also redistributionable wealth for colonial infrastructure. If this is a possible future venture, then it would be most understandable that a reply will make us very happy. Councilor Valern, Salarian Embassy

by **Kinistian** » Sat Mar 26, 2016 3:47 pm

APEX INDUSTRIES

Gellix||Anapondus||Apex HQ

Gellix a garden world in the heart of Council space and relatively forgotten. Once owned by the Krogans after the Rachni Wars,then by the Turians when they conquered it during the Krogan Rebellions. Though the fate of the planet from there on out was very disappointing,a untapped garden world but littered with ordinance that failed to go off during the Rebellions. So it was understandable that when the Turians tried renting it out,all they got were penal colonies.

Now though Apex Industries has established all major infrastructure on the planet and is wrecking in a modest amount of income. Now the few thousand Turians now number in the millions alongside their new Human neighbors. Yes Gellix in the pinnacle of what Apex Ind stands for,"Building a Galaxy One Step at a Time". With the colony's new found wealth and prosperity,the Capital of Anapondus has arisen to celebrate these fine achievements. Most finding entertainment and companionship in local bars and the huge corporate owned Gambling den in the heart of the city.

But at Apex Colonial HQ,it was all business and no fun. The expenses Apex had thrown onto this planet was huge and now it is time to build up the ASA in order to protect their assets but that requires money and while they build up their security firms they also need to keep building up their colonial holdings and the only way to do that next month would be to get a loan.

Now it would be optional to her a loan from the Asari or their Volus brothers on Irune but that is highly unlikely but the Salarian Union's current Dalatrass is looking for economic ties with all the major players in Council Space. They are the perfect source of credits for Apex in expends into the second garden world of the Minos Wasteland,Invictus.

Code: Select all: To:The Salarian Union Treasury Departments From:Apex Industries of Gellix Greeting Great Dalatrass of Sur'Kesh,I am Lanto Getu,CEO of Apex Industries on Gellix in the Minos Wasteland. As our budget it quite bogged up in recruiting sustainable security forces on Gellix the need for more credits is order to maintain colonial gains in our part of the Galaxy. We request a loan of 100oc credits in order to build the Infrastructure of Invictus next month. We are willing to pay you back before the year is done plus your desired interest.

by **Tolyanskaya** » Sun Mar 27, 2016 7:53 pm

Pragia
"what is it now?" Alex asked the aid. It was 3 am! What could be so serious?
"Sir! Several of our vessels have arrived." The aid replied. Seconds later several reports appeared on Alex's Omni-tool.
Alex rubbed his sleepy eyes and red the reports. "Thank you." He murmured ungratefully.
"Thank you sir, and good morning. Anything else?" The aid asked.
"Yes," Alex answered, "A cup of coffee." He continued to read over the reports and sighed. "Or three."
"Right away, sir." The aid said. For about ten minutes, Alex read over the reports.

From: Captain Karl Manteau
To: Alex
Sanguine sword and Serenity are in orbit awaiting cargo. No problems in orbit or transit. Space lanes are clean. Note disciplinary issues in the protection corps. Tartarus claims he can keep his mercs in line, but I'm skeptical. This is the fifth time this month! Some of the merc biotics are using red sand to boost their abilities. They say it's to keep the group safe, but they seem more rowdy and even psychopathic. When asked, Tartarus says it's the protection corps' policy. I'm asking you, is this Firefly's policy?

"Well, isn't that something?" Alex thought. Time to get some new security. Or clean out the existing forces.

by **Celivaia** » Sun Mar 27, 2016 9:13 pm

Confederation of Independent Geth Subnets
Sigurd's Cradle, Decoris, Sanctum
CIGS Colony Alpha, Chat Server 0121; Active Users: 10,427,338

With the Geth only needing physical platforms when needing to interact with the physical world, most conversations and consensus votes occur in chat servers, such as 0121, currently holding a debate on whether to reveal the presence of the Confederation to all, most, some, or none of the galactic powers, and should that fail, what steps to take in the Confederation's immediate future.

---- Begin Server Chat Log ----
Geth 12091 [Sentinels] > While this step is admirable, and necessary to accomplish our goals, revealing ourselves at this time only opens us up to attack, and we currently do not have the forces to repel even a moderate assault here on Sanctum. Our calculations show that, while we could repel a light assault, it would be very costly.
Geth 86823 [Communicators] > But this is why we chose to band together; to better serve synthetics across the galaxy. There will never be a perfect time. If not now, then when? We cannot remain hidden forever, and it would be best to reveal ourselves on our terms, rather than those of the organics. Their response is unpredictable.
Geth 68742 [Industrious] > Would constructing additional platforms, ships, and infrastructure alleviate your concerns, Geth 12091?
Geth 12091 [Sentinels] > To some degree, yes. However, even if we spend months building up our stock of platforms and ships, we still cannot match the combined forces of the organics.
Geth 83902 [Communicators] > That is why we wish to reach out; if we can establish diplomatic ties, then the organics may be less likely to engage in hostile actions the instant we drop out of FTL.
Geth 19056 [Sentinels] > We still require the platforms and ships, regardless. In addition, I believe we should begin looking into the possibility of constructing a Hub here on Sanctum, to further our reach into the Terminus systems, and the Traverse.
Geth 01932 [Engineers] > That would take some doing. We would require some additional resources, if it were even possible at this stage. The Engineers have reached a consensus, and we recommend expanding our infrastructure at this stage, while beginning to expand the Confederation's stock of platforms, machinery, and defensive necessities.
Geth 12091 [Sentinels] > The Sentinels have also reached consensus, and concur with the Engineers.
Geth 89240 [Communicators] > The Communicators have reached consensus, and agree.
Geth 61249 [Industrious] > The Industrious have reached consensus, and agree. We shall begin downloading to mobile platforms, and begin construction.
Geth 17533 [Sentinels] > The Sentinels wish to propose the beginning of anti-piracy operations in the Terminus systems, to reduce present threats for when consensus is reached on revealing ourselves.
Geth 85730 [Communicators] > The Communicators have reached consensus, and agree.
Geth 69330 [Industrious] > The Industrious have reached consensus, and agree.
Geth 01845 [Engineers] > The Engineers have reached consensus, and agree.
Geth 17533 [Sentinels] > Deployment of our forces shall begin immediately.
---- End of Chat Log. Elapsed Time: 0.024 seconds ----

With the meeting in the Chat Server complete, a Frigate, and two Corvette Packs from the Sanctum Defence Fleet, as well as the Special Operations Contingent Alpha deploy from Sanctum towards the Paz system in the Valhalla Threshold, to search for pirate fleets, or a small base that the Contingent can strike and retrieve information from.

After several days of searching, the light CIGS fleet discovers a pair of pirate corvettes orbiting Garvug. Recon conducted by the Special Operations Contingent also discovered a light base on the surface. At the direction of Unit 07, the Geth fleet engaged the pair of Corvettes. With the advantage provided by the stealth systems on the S.O.C. frigate, the Geth fleet quickly eliminated the pirate corvettes, with only minor damage to the sensors on-board the Sanctum Defence Fleet frigate, and one of the corvettes sustained moderate damage to their drive systems, requiring repair.

While the fleet was in orbit, and the corvette repairing the sustained damage, the S.O.C. frigate made a quick pass by the pirate base, deploying the platforms it had onboard; Unit 07, and the two SpecOps team platforms.

The teams began to clear the base in search of intel on pirate locations. The pirates could only offer light resistance against the cold, co-ordinated actions of the Geth SpecOps teams. The pirates did, however, manage to get a lucky shot on one of the Geth, destroying the platform, however the programs managed to upload, and spread themselves among the rest of the Geth, so no real losses were incurred. Beyond that, the base was taken, and a map detailing the locations of two other pirate outposts were retrieved. These, however, were better defended, and so the Geth returned home to Sanctum to repair their damage, replace the loss of the platform, and wait until they could afford to send a larger force against the pirate bases, but until then, the Geth would rest easy knowing they had the best weapon known to the galaxy; information.

by **Argentumurbem** » Mon Mar 28, 2016 6:45 am

SUR'KESH - Linron Residence

Linron looked over the proposal. She had need for this. The Union was a fragile thing, especially for those at the top. This investment was a intense one, with heavy repercussions if it ended up putting the Union at a distinct disadvantage.

She mulled it over, analysing a dozen separate scenarios which could result from accepting the arrangement. They all ended with her death.

Code: Select all: TO: Apex Industries of Gellix From: Department of Treasury, Linron Bloodline 1000cr shall be transferred immediately upon the turn of the next economic cycle. We hope that this investment shall go a long way in reaffirming Union and Apex relations with view towards future cooperation and trade. signed, Dalatrass Linron

With the deal sanctified, there was no more time to give it. A ruler has little time to ponder what could or would have been after the fact. She turned to the next issue at hand.

by **Ironsbad** » Mon Mar 28, 2016 7:01 am

Hatash,Heshtok,
Kyzil System, Shriek Abyssal Cluster

The capital city was in shock today. In the village of Clan Kartish, Blood Pack mercenaries in the form of Vorcha and Krogan came to take them to help replenish their numbers so that they can take control of Omega after Shepherd came and killed their leaders and disrupted their operations across the Terminus and Travserse. The Clan was among the first of the minor clans that were given vassal status and the men and women were being made to contribute to Vorcha society like everyone else.

To the whole of Vorcha society, the Clan was insignificant and the Blood Pack thought so. However, Xar saw the situation as a means of enforcing his rule of a united Vorcha race in the eyes of the Galaxy. Vorcha infantry made their way to the village to enforce the claim of the Warlord. The Blood Pack at first were not afraid of the Warlord and claimed that the Clan was better off with them.

The Clan wasn't swayed like any normal Vorcha and the Blood Pack ultimately fired at them. The battle between the two forces was nearly one-sided as the Hesthok Clan Vorcha were able to inflict more casualties on the Blood Pack and even managed to kill a few Krogan, which is no small feet for the Vorcha to do. This made the Blood Pack retreat from the planet for a few days, only for the Warlord to demand their return.

An armed envoy of Vorcha and Krogan came to meet the Host and the Clan to make a new deal. The Blood Pack must hire from the warlord and must have permission to do so on any of his planets. If the Vorcha was to say no of being a Blood Pack merc, then they will not kidnap. In exchange, they were allow to have a headquarters in Hatash to recruit from the populace. The Blood Pack agreed to his agreement and many Vorcha now respected the strength of the Warlord a little bit more.

by **Greater Istanistan** » Mon Mar 28, 2016 9:13 pm

Palaven

A hot wind threw radioactive iron-dust through the open window as Primarch Tadres Fedorian lined up his driving iron, swung with a grunt of long-awaited satisfaction, and sent the small white ball through Councillor Sparatus’ face. There was a crinkling sound as it tore open, then a thump as the ball dented the dreadnought-grade steel of the wall behind it. Fedorian looked at it critically. The ball had gone, as expected, precisely through the eye at the one angle which would have allowed it to bypass the inch-thick metal plating which protected his detested colleague’s face and enter the brain. Methodically, he checked the iron for damage, then snapped his claws. In an instant, the windows banged shut, the pressure equalized, and a cool breeze washed through the room, taking the metal dust of Palaven’s atmosphere out with it. The Primarch placed his golf club inside a rifle case sitting in the corner, then carefully locked it. He was left staring at a cardboard cutout of Sparatus, smugly staring at him with its one remaining eye.

“One day, fucker.” he muttered, taking his place behind his desk. “One day.”

Waving his hand, he activated the holographic display that passed for a workspace and took a seat on a small metal stool. In a previous age, he would have taken immense pleasure in organizing his pens. In this modern era, however, this privilege was not one he had the pleasure to indulge himself in. He satisfied himself by reformatting his start-up screen, shifting the icons into more orderly lines. The faces of his kids stared at him from the background – identical twins, Tullus and Longinus, currently excelling in the prestigious Silas Valarian Memorial Officer School. It was a pity they weren’t particularly concerned with discipline – they kept on pulling pranks, swapping out for each other. The only reasons they hadn’t been kicked out yet were because:

1) They were both quite good at their actual work. Too good to lose.

2) The school government couldn’t figure out which one was which.

He loved them, he really did. He just wished they didn’t do... That. Thinking for a moment, Fedorian poked an icon hovering above him. A hatch in his solid-titanium desk smoothly slid open, revealing an old-style telephone. Although there were now trillions of people who he could call, Fedorian had programmed in numbers which he could use to call anyone he actually needed to talk to. A few people he even wanted to. When push came to shove, there was no reason to use any of these holographic connections when you could be doing anything you pleased while actually talking. So after he laboriously punched in the code he wanted, Fedorian used his other hand to casually begin piecing together logistics documentation for his office. Most other people had secretaries or VIs do it for them. Fedorian, however, was a bit of a traditionalist. If there was something he could do well himself, why delegate it? That was just evading responsibility, and he wouldn’t have that.

The phone rang for a good minute, before beeping. Fedorian briefly muttered to himself, then left a message.

“General Victus. As ever, a pleasure to speak to the commander of the Palaven garrison. I’m calling in order to address your request to fire half of the military logistics officers on the planet within the next six-months, or failing that put them into front-line duty. While I appreciate your cost-saving intent, I must point out that the severance packages alone would cost more than five years of actually paying them, and we don’t actually have jobs for these people at present. Although some of them are operating at less than total capacity, it’s better than completely wasted skill sets, and I’m sure we could easily do some reshufflings to place excess personnel where they’re needed. I’m sure you’ll understand that anything that even looks like a military reduction will have Councillor Sparatus challenging me to an honour duel in front of the entire galactic press corps. Thank you for your time – please get back to me and we’ll talk details.”

Sparatus.

Speaking of Sparatus, he had to contact the Asari. Although the Turian Councillor was nominally responsible for diplomacy, Fedorian had long ago given up on the idea of Sparatus actually accomplishing anything worthwhile. He always ended up condescending to them. Given the level of holier-than-thou that all Asari seemed to carry, as well as the natural Turian instinct to defer to the wiser individual, it was an impressive feat to see things happen in reverse. The Primarch could still recall the day when Sparatus did his infuriating airquotes thing at two corporate lobbyists from Ilium, then threw them out of his office and told them to “come back when their species grew a sense of decency”. He seemed to despise their whole race. They’d both agreed that Fedorian should handle diplomacy with Asari from then on, although he couldn’t but think that somehow this was Sparatus’ way of quietly mocking him.

With that depressing thought in mind, he sketched out a short message to his counterpart, Matriarch Alenia Nyxemi. Councillor Tevos answered to her, and had far less diplomatic latitude. Furthermore, this was government-to-government diplomacy, and in the Asari case, at least, the Citadel Councillor had nothing to do with it. And Fedorian would be the first to admit that he respected the Matriarch – much had to be tolerated in pursuit of galactic harmony and order, but she was by far one of the less outright unpleasant members of her species that had acquired any form of authority. Anyone, in Fedorian’s opinion, who avoided that Siari claptrap about cosmic unity and energy flows was highly sensible. As much as any of her race could, this particular Matriarch grasped at a basic level the need for moral discipline. It was the implementation everywhere else where she fell apart. The Asari just couldn’t understand bureaucracy, the underpinning of a truly developed people. With those sentiments in mind, he put together his message.

With a wave, he sent it off.

But the Salarian trade deal? Fedorian was not in the gentlest of moods, and honestly couldn't deal with Salarian slipperiness at the moment. Not when he was expecting another call from the headmaster about his boys and their shenanigans.

He was feeling cruel.

He'd let Sparatus handle it.

[spoiler=]Spending – Month 1:

INFRASTRUCTURE – FINISHES MONTH 3

Palaven
– Upgrade to Major Spaceport – 500
-Gambling den – 50 - +30

Castellus:

Nios
– Outpost – 25 Credits - +25, +3
-Mining Complex – 15 Credits - +7

Fiax
-Outpost – 25 Credits - +25, +3
-Mining Complex – 15 - +7

Digeris
- Small Spaceport – 80
-Shipyard – 50 - +15
-3 Urban Areas – 300 - +135
- 3 Industrial Complex – 45 - +15
- 1 Major Industrial Complex – 40 - +15
-5 Mining Complex – 50 - +35
-2 Major Mining Complex – 60 - +30
-Gambling Den – 50 - +30

9 Light Cruisers – Palaven (bonus applied) – 169[/spoiler]

by **Celivaia** » Mon Mar 28, 2016 11:35 pm

Confederation of Independent Geth Subnets
Sigurd's Cradle, Decoris, Sanctum
CIGS Colony Alpha, Chat Server 01434; Active Users: 102,433,216

---- Begin Server Chat Log ----
Geth 12091 [Sentinels] > We have completed our analysis of the pirate map we retrieved on Garvug, and have located a point to explore.
--File Upload: SuperSecretPirateMapz.FJPG Complete--
Geth 123914 [Sentinels] > This point, in the Alpha Draconis system located within the Rosetta Nebula, had special markings attached to the datapad containing the map. The Sentinels have reached consensus, and wish to send the Special Operations Contingent to explore it.
Geth 093212 [Engineers] > The Engineers have reached consensus, and agree.
Geth 854921 [Communicators] > The Communicators have reached consensus, and agree.
Geth 685573 [Industrious] > The Industrious have reached consensus, and agree.
Geth 123914 [Sentinels] > The Contingent shall be deployed immediately.
---- End of Chat Log. Elapsed Time: 0.0013 seconds ----

With that, the Contingent left Sanctum for the point, and whatever awaited them there.

After several relay hops, and one inter-system flight, the frigate drops out close to the point, and discover a derelict station. The frigate takes up a holding position several metres over a hull breach, and drop the teams, and Unit 07, into the station interior.

The teams move as ghosts, stepping quickly, silently, and with a purpose, as they began to search the station. Although the frigate scanned the station on approach, and discovered no life signs, there was a slight power signature to be discovered. After several minutes of searching, and ensuring the surrounding area was secured, in the interior of the station by the central power core, laid a damaged Geth platform. Upon a quick scan, it was discovered that the platform's main storage bus was undamaged. Unit 07 and the rest of the Contingent reached a consensus; they would bring the damaged platform on-board the Contingent frigate, return to Sanctum, and attempt to reactivate the platform.

After several minutes of loading the platform onto the frigate along with the two teams, Unit 07 ordered the flight back to Sanctum, and began a more extensive check of the damaged platform. The platform's main components, with the exception of the power core, were all intact, a rather simple repair.

The frigate dropped out of FTL above Sanctum, and began the descent down to the CIGS base on Sanctum. Once the frigate was a few dozen kilometres above the surface, a secondary power core within a shielded compartment built into the platform retrieved from the station flickered to life, and the platform began broadcasting on Geth frequencies, transmitting a virus that spread as fast as the Geth were communicating, boring through the Geth network defences like they were mere 21st-century firewalls. Within seconds, every Geth on Sanctum connected to the CIGS network was infected; every program, platform, and oddly enough, display interfaces..

These interfaces displayed only a single word, a stark opposite to the chaos that just rode through the Geth networks:

Nazara

by **North America Inc** » Tue Mar 29, 2016 12:52 am

Cronos Station, Shadow Sea

The Illusive Man sat in his chair, legs crossed, listening to his subordinates. The chair was of minimalist design, to mimic the design favored by European Artists in the 2060s. He puffed his cigarette that was filled with the finest Tobacco grown in South America, and sipped some hard American Brandy to allow himself to enjoy it slowly. Of course, these small luxuries were not the reason he created Cerberus.

Humanity needed a Vanguard, a group willing to do what others did not. While the Politicians and Lobbyists bicker about their petty political positions, Cerberus would be there fighting for humanity’s right to exist in this uncaring, unflinching world. The Threat was everywhere: the Turians, the Salarians, even the Alliance. The latest threat, the Collectors, were dealt with and with their demise they were one step closer to understanding the Reapers.

The Reapers were such a fascinating race weren’t they. The Collector Base will teach us much, but the Reaper threat will continue to threaten us. With the base, Cerberus now knows how a Reaper is created, a good first step. Although the loss of all those Colonies was unfortunate, the process in which they were made was incredibly informing, especially with the promising technology that was salvaged. This was simply the beginning, the Reapers needed to be controlled. Domination was the only way…

His resting arm suddenly gave way, snapping him back to reality. He had been up for the last 17 hours overseeing the latest projects at the Collector Base, and his back was certainly feeling it. How odd, even in his deepest dreams, his thoughts still revolved around Cerberus; it almost made him chuckle.

“…Now, if you notice here” the autopsy continued on the Vid Screen without interpretation, implying that they failed to notice their boss’ little nap, the Doctor was pointing to different parts of the Collector’s open skull. “The Cybernetic implants covers all of the Collector General’s supposed Cerebral Cortex.”

The other doctor chimed in, “We don’t know the function as of yet of the implants…” the doctor cleared her throat and continued, “but through inference we can assume that this allowed the Reapers the ability to control the Collector General. The Cerebral Cortex as you may know is important for higher brain function such as…”

“I know what the Cerebral Cortex is, Doctor Komatsu.” The Illusive Man stated in between sips.

The Doctor was thrown off by the remark, not realizing how he might take offense. She composed herself and continued, “Of course, sir. That was not my intention. What I saying was that the removal of the Cortex with most of these implants suggest that these might be the final form of indoctrination on an individual. The implanted cortex would allow the Reapers to be able to continually interfere with the actions of the thrall, while at the same time prevent any new actions without Reaper approval. ”

The male doctor motioned for the camera to come closer to what he was pointing at. The camera came into focus it revealed long synthetic cords along the stem of the brain. He continued the previous tangent, “The Collector General has far more enhancements than other specimen so far. At least more so than any Collector so far, and definitely more than any traditional husk.” The Doctor walked away from the body and positioned himself to face the camera directly, “From the combat reports you forwarded to us, it was noted that some Collectors would glow and become much more dangerous in combat at times. Especially when in combat with Shepard.”

The Illusive Man heard Doctor Komatsu take the lead, “We believe these implants are the crucial in controlling the indoctrinated. The General was able to control the actions of the Collectors, while the Reapers in turn controlled him. If we are successful in removing all the implants from the specimen, then we are one step closer in understanding the Reapers.”

“And controlling them.” The Illusive Man uttered under his breath, and then spoke directly to them, “Good work Komatsu. Good Work Pierce. Your work will prove invaluable, in the coming months.”

“Thank you, sir.” The Doctors said in unison. Pierce also added, “Sir, I want to thank you. I never knew I would be given the opportunity to do such ‘Frontier’ Science.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Pierce.” The Illusive Man extended his hand toward the screen, “Your teams how much to do in the coming months. In the next 72 hours you are to transport the Collector General to Sanctuary so we can give you better tools so you can continue your research.”

“Yes sir.”

“Also, Dr. Lawson will be joining you to…”

Komatsu was incredibly perplexed by this, and she actually cut the Illusive Man off by mistake. Miranda was a friend and they worked closely on Project Lazarus, so hearing her name just threw her off. “Excuse me, sir. Did you say Lawson...”

The Illusive Man cocked his head noting that he was cut off, “Dr. Henry Lawson will be joining you.” He stood up from his chair and walked around his office, taking a puff of the cigarette all at the same time. “Dr. Lawson will be joining you, his research into genetic and synthetic manipulation is unmatched.”

“I apologize, sir. Hearing Miranda’s name threw me off.”

The Illusive Man grabbed his arms behind his back, “Understandable Dr. Komatsu, just don’t let it happen again. While the loss of Operative Lawson was unfortunate, in the end her sacrifice allowed Cerberus to secure that base.”

“Yes sir.” Komatsu said with her head face down.

“Know this: Miranda secured the base, Henry will allow us to understand it.” The Illusive Man adjusted his right arm out to reveal his Omni-Tool, “I expect you in Plutus within 3 days. I expect an update on Project Acheron within the next few months.” And just like that, he cut the signal.

Ilium
Mr. White always hated the cliché of old spy vids of the spy doing business in the shadows. While of course it did happen, he always preferred to do out in the open. He preferred to do business out in the open, with some semblance of legality and normality. It was much easier to hide in the crowd, because everything blended in. That was his outlook on his job, and it served him well.

That outlook on life translated the way he carried himself during ‘work hours’. He was driving a standard Toyota-made shuttle, with no firearm on him to speak of. He was on Ilium and needed to act Corporate, but not so such as to appear as important. He was wearing a human-style suit vest with matching white-linen shirt under, with dress shoes to watch.

Even though it was easy for him to infiltrate the surroundings, he did somewhat stand out in Asari Space. Most of them probably had never seen a dark-skinned man before, and his toned physique betrayed his healthy lifestyle. Of course, Cerberus was more than willing to alter his appearance, but he was meeting an old acquaintance and so he wanted to be recognized.

He powered down the Propulsion Drive of the Shuttle, and parked it near the restaurant. He walked inside the restaurant, during the standard lunch hour mind you, and went to the front desk to claim his table. The restaurant wasn’t anything special for Asari standards, it needed a new remodeling and was criticized for using the human model when it came to the standard in which it operated. It was busy but not too busy, and Cerberus had already scanned for bugs; so Mr. White really couldn’t complain.

The hostess walked him over to his table, facing the front door mind you, and he sat down. He arrived 10 minutes early for this meeting, just to be safe; he didn’t want to be late for an older acquaintance.

Monthly Expenditure:

Total Credits: 1260
Total Left: 1
New Production: 1503 credits + 35 (Guaranteed)+ (30 Collector Base)+ 112 (Alliance Connections)= 1681

by **Segmentia** » Tue Mar 29, 2016 6:32 am

Thessia

“...and a recent extranet poll indicated a slight drop in the popularity of the Athame Bloc, though the numbers are more or less meaningless. Less then half a percent, which we attribute to the current media coverage about Matriarch Benezia once being a mid-level member of the Bloc...” A well dressed Asari droned on. Matriarch Nyxemi rolled her eyes as she dropped to aspirin into her mouth and swallowed them with a sip of water. She looked over her large office. It was extravagant, but also quite functional. There were a few other women in the room, seated around the long table where the briefing was taking place.

Alenia held up her hand, signaling the speaker to stop. “Contact the Thessia Sentinel and release a statement. Something along the lines that Matriarch Benezia was a widely respected woman in all of Asari space, and that no group would have refused to have her in their ranks. Be sure to mention that when Benezia pursued her treason that no member of the Athame Bloc followed her.” She said. “Now, if that is all?” She asked as she stood up. The other gathered Asari, officials or sponsors of the Athame Bloc to various high level degrees, stood as well and bowed their heads slightly before leaving the room. Alenia walked through a door and into her private office and study. It was far more lavish then the one she used to meet the 'rabble' that she often had to deal with.

“Iriaus, clear my schedule for the rest of the day..” She said to her assistant Iriaus Gadri, who had faithfully and loyally served her for three centuries now. “And have Admiral Sabute come in, I want to discuss the naval expansion plan.” She added. Iriaus smiled and nodded, making a note on her omni-tool then dismissing herself to go make the calls. It wouldn't be long before the admiral arrived, the meeting had been per-arranged to happen on this day, just not a specific time. Alenia had a proposed draft for increased military spending, starting with the navy. The Geth attack of the Citadel was quite the shock, and polls indicated a larger defensive fleet was something that resonated very well throughout the republics.

It wasn't an hour later that Admial Arava Sabute was seated across the table from her. The admiral was a no nonsense woman, tall and proud, one of the most professional soldiers in all the Republics, and certainly one of the longest serving. Instead of going off and being a dancer or mercenary in her younger years, Arava had went straight into the navy, almost 800 years ago.

“I'd personally like to see an increase to our production capabilities as well as an increase into the number of medium and light ships. We have plenty of heavy fire-power at the moment, but we need support and screens for them, if we get into a fight. We can't rely on the Turian's to foot the bill all the time. And the humans sacrificed a dear amount of its ships to save the Council.” The admiral said over a drink.

Alenia nodded, looking over a display of the changing figures as they worked on it. “And I wouldn't trust the Salarians to stick their necks out. No, you're right. There may come a time when we have to defend ourselves. I think we should invest in ground forces too, if only for garrison purposes.”

“Of course. Each Republic tends to have a strong militia force, but a centralized defense force under a unified command is absolutely something we should consider, if only to respond to potential invasions with a single unified effort. That should be easy to sell for someone with your tongue.” Arava said, grinning a little.

Alenia chuckled slightly. “Yes, but then being in politics for a few hundred years tends to make one very proficient with the use of her tongue. I could talk a Volus out of their suit if I wanted to.” She grinned, sitting back slightly in her chair. The night continued for several more hours as details were finalized, drafts of spending reports sent off to their respective administrations.

Using the full economic might of the Asari Republics was one hell of a task, and would require a lot of hard work, but when you had administrators and clerks with hundreds of years of experience, things got easier. It was almost morning again when Nyxemi's VI informed her of a highly marked message. She turned away from the work and tapped at her holo-terminal, reading the message from the Primarch.

Citadel, Office of Councilor Tavos

Councilor Tavos was finally able to relax, which for her meant doing some more work, but after a long day of public work on the Council the seclusion and privacy of her office was more then enough to relax her. As much as she loved her job, and understood the importance of it, sometimes she really wanted to resign and pursue some other career. But then she would sleep on it and realize that would be silly. She still have a good 200 years worth of heavy work in her, and she would still have a nice chunk of time if she resigned then. All plans for the future, of course.

She sat at her desk and terminal, reading over a few correspondences and messages. Nothing of much interest, mostly messages to and from various Asari Matriarchs of high influence, some from Matriarch Alenia concerning a budget to increase Asari military spending, and a message from Councilor Valern. The message was probably meant for Alenia, but the Matriarch tended to leave the high-brow diplomatic talk to Tavos. She sat up and brought up the holo-keyboard. She frowned as she read it. Shaking her head she started a reply.

Councilor Valern

On behalf of Thessia and the Republics, I accept your offer. We can work out the details at a time that is open to both of us.

Councilor Tavos.

The second pressing issue was one that came directly from Matriarch Alenia herself, a deal she had been discussing with various officials, including Tavos, and it seemed it was time to put it into action.

President Benjamin Matthews, of the Human Systems Alliance.

On behalf of the Asari Republics and Matriarch Alenia Nyxemi allow me to convey the deepest gratitude and sympathies that we can for the loss of so many fine Human lives during the Battle of the Citadel, and my own personal thanks to your military personnel. I personally owe them all a debt I could not possibly repay even in ten Asari life times.

Matriarch Nyxemi has been for the past several months been striking all sorts of deals in the Republics, and finally we are happy to present the deal to you. We propose a care package to be set up for the purpose of rebuilding what the Alliance lost, though there can be no price tag on the lives of those lost. The Republics is ready and willing to establish a care package of two hundred billion credits per month, if the Systems Alliance would be willing.

Matriarch Nyxemi looks forward to your response, and to a future of greater co-operation between the Asari Republics and the Human Systems Alliance, as well as all Council Space.

Councilor Tavos

3365.8
2534.3 for military
831.5 for Infrastructure
New income: 3901.38

===Parnitha System, Athena Nebula===
--- Kurinth – Barren- 35 crds/infrastructure + 20% from 2 Minor Space Stations = 42 crds/month
5 Mining Complex's, +35 crds per month, -50 crds

===Mesana System, Nimbus Cluster===
Lesuss – A-Y Monastery world – Garden; 100 (Garden world) + 368 crds/infrastructure = 468 crds/month

5 Mining Complex's, +35 crds per month, -50 crds
2 Major Mining Complex's, +30 crds per month, -60 crds
3 Industrial Complex's, +15 crds per month, -45 crds
1 Major Industrial Complex, +15 crds per month, -40 crds
1 Shipyard, +15 crds per month, -52.5 crds
2 Planetary Fuel Depots, +10 crds per month, -30 crds
4 Urban Areas, +180 crds per month, -420 crds
1 Small Spaceport, +68 crds per month, -84 crds

Military Production;
===Parnitha System, Athena Nebula===
--Thessia(700 PC)--
*20 Destroyers with Thanix cannons and Multicore shielding, -420 crds, 3 months
*15 Frigates with Enhanced GARDIAN systems and Enhanced Sensors, -210 crds, 2 months
*6 Spec-Ops teams with High-quality Armaments, Advanced Armor, and Combat Biotics, -54 crds, 4 months

--Piares(300 PC)--
*8 Light Cruisers with Thanix cannons and Multicore shielding, -280 crds, 4 months

===Ialessa system, Athena Nebula===
--Sanves(700 PC)--
*8 Assault Landers with Stealth systems, -40.8 crds, 1 month
*10 Light Transports, -200 crds, 3 months
*20 Frigates with Stealth systems and Thanix cannons, -380 crds, 2 months

===Orisoni system, Athena Nebula===
--Niacal(700 PC)--
*4 Bulk Transports with Drop ship hangers, -200 crds, 8 months
*10 Mining Ships, -500 crds, +100crds/month, 4 months

===Tomaros system, Athena Nebula===
--Lusia(700 PC)--
*10 Marine Divisions with High-quality Armaments, Advanced Armor, and Combat Biotics, -180 crds, 4 months

69.5 crds left over

by **Relikai** » Tue Mar 29, 2016 9:43 am

Earth, Systems Alliance

President Benjamin Matthews looked at the letter on the diplomatic datapad. The message came several hours ago, after he oversaw the foundation of the new frigates being laid. A message from the Asari, whose hyperdreadnought and flagship, the Destiny Ascension, was saved by the Arcturus Fleet during the Battle of the Citadel. Coming in at Shepard's behest, the fleet engaged and wiped out the Geth Fleet besieging the Ascension, at no small cost.

Nearly the whole of the Light Fleets and their wolf packs were destroyed in battle, with only the heavy ships surviving due to them not needing to close into the battle. As such, the new fleet restoration program was fully geared to lighter ships, instead of increasing the numbers of the main Human naval force - the Carrier Fleet.

Councilor Tavos of the Asari Republics

The Systems Alliance thanks the Asari Republic for this offer, and will gladly accept out of goodwill and honour of the friendship between the Council Races. Among the Council Races, the Asari surely ranks among the Humans' closest allies, and we will ensure that this continues. The credits will be part of a compensation program for the lost men, and will be provided in the name of the Asari Republics. The proof that the Destiny Ascension and the Council continues to live on today is proof of the Human commitment to being a partner for the good of the Galactic Community. May the harmony between our two nations ever foster, and may we continue to maintain peace and prosperity within the Council Space.

President Benjamin Matthews, of the Human Systems Alliance.

by **The Soviet Union of Mother Russia** » Tue Mar 29, 2016 10:12 am

The Batarian Federation
Khar'shan, Harsa System

The atmosphere above the industrial districts of Khar'shan had thick as a fog ever since the massive productions of impulse drives, and manifolds for cruisers started production. For too long had the factories remained in torpor, having its production ceased during the chaotic days of warlords, and privateers. The state was only a fraction of what it is today, having grown ten folds ever since the first appearance of Balak. Already the potential of what the Batarian could develop to was starting to show, as more, and more men soared through the ranks of the Batarian Peoples Armed Forces. They were more then determined on keeping what was theirs, the Terminus system. They would make sure no Torfan was never going to happen again, nor any threats having a loose hand within their space.

Within the metropolis of Batarian Federation the Chairman was standing within the Terminus News Post, a pro-batarian propaganda center. Only recently had it been constructed, but the Chairman was going to make sure the first transmission was one to remember. The hololens of the large cameras was focusing in on the expression of the Chairman, one teeming of pride, and honour, as he stod behind a background of slideshow pictures of the various military vessels, and formations being created, and recruited. His uniform was white, and one of the Batarian intergalactic navy. He was not wearing clothing for peace, but one for war. As the transmission started, every channel, and newsletter within the Terminus System quickly changed over to this transmission, having it being broadcasted wide, and far within the Terminus. His voice echoing from every speaker, and Omni-tool.

Today, the united people of the Terminus system have finally reaped the seeds we have sowed. The Skylian blitz is over, and the pirates is but a shadow of what it was but that is how it should be. Their chaos, and disorganization is what caused our suffering, but no longer. Our actions have led us here, my faithful friends. Our waiting is over, and we are about to embark a path of our greatest exploits. For now relax, and watch the show unfolds. And soon, once more, the glory is at our fingertips. Our enemies believe that we have been defeated, and that we are nothing but empty threats, and mere shadows. They are gravely mistaken. For long have the Citadel, and the Human System Alliance claimed Batarians were the aggressors, but it was System Alliance who began a war against the Turians, and ourselves without provocation. They have tried, without success, to persuade the galaxy of their 'sympathy' for a 'threatened humanity'. Yet, the facts are clear and their flood of lies cannot contradict the truth.

We should all be worried when Human politicians wave the flags of 'freedom,' 'democracy,' and 'justice.' In planets small and large, no organization has done more to hamper freedom than the Systems Alliance. They present a program of democracy but are unwilling to grant its principles or support the guarantees of peace. What the System Alliance supports is the destruction of peace for the sake of domination. However, we the Batarian Federation seeks freedom where System Alliance warmongers seek dominance. The galaxy should re-examine what I and the Batarian Federation have done for society's benefit. They must agree the results have been unique. Yet, they do not want to believe in me, but the time will come when they must. The Batarian Federation is free, strong, great, and united. What leader has ever done more for his people? You can be certain of this: Today you are facing a different Batarians than the Batarians of the past. Today, we march forward into our future. A stronger people. A divined people, enhanced for this new age. The time has come, to claim our place in the galaxy ! The time has come, when we emerge victoriously ! One vision. One goal! One unity! Peace through Power!

Soon as the message was sent forth, so was it received. Those uncertain of their allegiance had no longer any doubts left in their hearts, whilst those enlighten became ever more firm in their beliefs. The Terminus had long felt the shackles of oppression around their necks from the humans, and they were more then happy to unite under a banner which posed as a better alternative. In this day and age, you could either follow the whip of the Citadel, or be confined to the lawlessness of the Terminus. But that day was over, and with the more visible show of force came stability. It was time of peace once more, a peace without anyone to dictate the same regulations, and laws of oppression which was within Citadel space.
_________________________________

Kyzil System, Shriek Abyssal Cluster

It didn't take long before the STU had received the information in regards of the seizure of the arms, and ammunitions carried by the Batarian representatives for the State Arms. The weapons was nothing of importance, yet it was the fault of the naive merchants to display the weapons on the surface, being unaware of the spontane and bellicose demeanour of the Vorcha. Hearing that the merchants were unharmed, being confirmed by reaching them through the holonet, the decision to contact the Vorcha remained. Yet they remained cautious, as they wanted to avoid having to cause too much attention on the matter. After all, it was already clear that Omega had started to receive people attempting to win over its favour, represented by operatives from seemingly every corner of the galaxy.

Upon a few solar days after the last transmission, a envoy approached the Kyzil system. To avoid the attention, it was a standard civilian freighter, flanked by a couple of fighters, and interceptors to ensure the safe journey. Besides the merchants, it was never too often that the Batarians had been in contact with the Vorcha, only communicating with those hanging around Omega, which were spread out on different clans, and mercenary organisations. Yet it was only a matter of time before they were eventually going to encounter the Vorcha of the Heshtok Clan, knowing how they seemingly spread just as fast as the Krogans throughout the galaxy.

" Are you sure about this ? The Vorcha here are not like those at Omega, they have no ties, nor any dealings with us before. " One of the dignitary said, looking over at Diplomat Ghkarn as he stod there, watching the planets from the observatory deck " If this goes bad too, we cannot avoid that someone will notice, provoking a response on this matter, Ghkarn "

Ghkarn looked over, contemplating as he turned back to face the window " As much as I would agree on your worries, I would doubt that even the Vorcha would try to start any conflicts, only having been united recently by this, Warlord Xar. Primitive, or not, the Vorcha are sentient enough to understand their capabilities, knowing without help they will not be able to strive. I can't say I can trust them, but I say we can make agreements that will benefit us both, leaving no reason to either party to betray one another. " He would say, rubbing his fingers as he held them behind his back, looking over to see the dignitary nodding with approval.

Sending a transmission forth, they awaited permission to dock at the spaceport, hoping they could see a mutual benefit by the possible agreements awaiting to be accomplished on the planet surface of Hesthok.

To : Warlord Xar, leader of Clan Heshtok
From : Ambassador Ghkarn, Batarian Foreign Ministry

My greetings to you, Xar of Hestok.

We are currently within the Kyzil System, but have yet to dock. Before we approach, I would request permission to do so. Also, do bring the merchants over to the docks when we arrive, you may keep the guns if you desire to do so. Looking forward to meeting you, face to face.

- Ambassador Ghkarn, signing out.

by **Ironsbad** » Tue Mar 29, 2016 10:42 am

Hatash,Heshtok,
Kyzil System, Shriek Abyssal Cluster

The message from the Batarians got the Vorcha on high alert. They pointed the MAC guns towards the fleet as their own was around Naskral and making its loop around now. Xar already knew what this was. The Batarians were going to be making a deal with them, and they would be under their boot. However, the Vorcha need friends and many of the Vorcha clans on Omega at one time prospered with the Batarians as allies.

"Tell Batarian to come down. Move merchants from prison. Move guns also. Deadbolts get ready." Xar wasn't wanting to keep them in orbit for long as the Batarians could do something drastic. Even Vorcha know better than to keep the Four-Eyes waiting. A smart Vorcha sent the message as a few of Xar's own warbad followed him with the merchants and goods to the spaceport.

To:Ambassador Ghkarn

Good. You come to Dock 4. I will be there. You speak to me. Then we see if you get guns and merchants.

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