3rd Person Point of View:
Oftentimes, progress is talked about as though it is constant. Everyone progresses in the same way and any deviations from that path are flaws. It becomes a constraint rather than a motivation. And whenever something completely and utterly breaks that mold, no one is quite sure what to do about it. This feeling of sheer bewilderment was what ran through Admiral Sectus's mind as he beheld the alien ships attempting to activate Relay 314. These ships had no ensignias or markings ever seen before in Citadel space, the designs seemingly tessellated with small plates, and even the material seemed rough and course as opposed to the smooth alloys standard to ships of the Citadel races. As he was inspecting the ships, the scans the crew had been running came back the dire news that this new race was close to activating Relay 314. Panic threatened to overtake him as he realized how close they were to another potential Rachni War. As he had no way of knowing their language, Sectus was forced to do the only thing that may be able to save his ships and perhaps all of Citadel space. "Fire."
#
Author's Note
This is just the prologue, future chapters will be longer.