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The year was 2148, and humanity was on the brink of making the largest discovery in human history. On Mars, there lied a small cache that contained highly advanced, Prothean technology that was located on the south polar region of Promethei Planum, which would've allowed humanity to observe and learn from their long lost predecessors, just as all of the galaxy had done. This discovery would've allowed them to explore the science of mass effect fields, which would lead to faster than light space travel, giving them the advantage of exploring the stars beyond.

War, tyranny, bigotry, racism, sexism, and sexual discrimination had almost vanished as humanity advanced amongst themselves and almost found further greatness. But they never got that chance.

In the depths of space lied a highly intelligent, advanced alien race called the turians, and they had just discovered their system, Sol. Within this system they discovered Earth, a beautifully habitable planet that was perfect for them, even better than their home world. A planet which was covered in high levels of solar radiation, forcing their bodies to adapt and form a thick, metallic-like "exoskeleton" through evolution. Such a planet without those worries intrigued them, and they had to have it. Unfortunately, they discovered it was already inhabited by sentient life, and a morally sound race would've turned back and counted their losses. But they weren't morally sound, and it didn't take long until the invasion arrived.

Thousands of ships came, shocking Earths citizens at the discovery of an alien race, but as they soon realized they did not come in peace, chaos and fear ensued. Panic emerged, riots took place, disorder followed, and extinction seemed imminent. But it wasn't over. The fight for freedom had just begun.

It wasn't the turians intention to wipe them from the galaxy, it was to subjugate them. Force humanity into hard labor for the resources they had to offer, force them into submission as they took over their planet, taking what they pleased from their women and men in both blood and pleasure.

The Council and the rest of the galaxy did nothing to help them, did not rebel against the morally corrupt turians. They stayed out of it, viewing humanity to be lesser – weak, if they could not even defend themselves. Too slow and insignificant if they could not even learn how to travel out of their own system yet as the rest of them had done. And because of this, they truly were alone in the galaxy, and they were alone in this fight.

Earths governments and militaries resisted and fought for their rightfully earned freedom from foreign tyranny. Thousands upon thousands of humans died, but not nearly enough turians in turn. Humans were sentient and advanced, but were never a match against the turian collective, their highly advanced technology, and their fighting numbers and before long, Earth could no longer afford to lose another precious life. Earths governments eventually had no choice but to concede to their new masters, forming a pitiful truce that was the only way to save their lives.

Twenty-eight years has passed and humanity has barely made any progress in gaining their freedom. But there is still hope. Deep underground, away from prying, enemy eyes lies The Resistance – a collection of courageous men and women, and the secretly formed Alliance still pressing on, searching, hoping, and waiting in the shadows for the day they could take it all back, once and for all. Drive the turians out, kill them in payment for all they had lost, who they had all lost. And take back Earth.