Pheron gazed into the void surrounding his dojo and rest of his fleet. After having his clan being chased down by a combined Corpus and Grineer task force he ordered all vessels into an emergency void transit to escape them.

Turning around and looking at the holographic representation of his fleet in the middle of the navigation room, he took note of what he had to command: three large scale dojo's capable of holding three hundred Tenno, their families and their equipment, ten relay stations for trading purposes after worlds were colonised, hundreds of middles class transport vessels holding the workforce and resources behind the warriors of the clan, but what draw his attention the most was Triplets, based on the design of the Fomorians, these massive vessels were built with purpose of soaking up fire and dishing it out in response, in other terms acting as mobile shields to protect the weaker dojos and other smaller ships. He was proud of what took his clan several years to accomplish.

Hearing the doors behind him he turned around to see his second in commands or his Watchers as the clan title was. Both were his closest friends and his most trustworthy allies, Grimmoria used the Atlas warframe, armed with a Vulkar sniper rifle, dual Akmangus pistols and duel Zoren axes, with a white and light brown colour scheme for his loadout, Grim was known for calm personality but harsh attacks on the battle field.

Bluedragon, or Blue for simplicity, was blue and white Oberon user, and behind his shoulders you could see the handles of his black Boltor and his ice coloured dual heat swords and on his hips you could see the pouches of midnight black Kunai jutting out ever so slightly that the pouches looked like a part of his armour.

Pheron gazed down his black and red Nekros warframe with the immortal skin, his hand rubbing the forehead of his shroud helm and feeling the familiar weight of his Boltor, ether reaper on his back along with his custom Izvara Syandana bearing his clans mark, Daedalus armour covering his shoulders and chest and Edo knee plates covering his legs, his Dex Furis pistols on his hips just outside of the small of his back.

"You know we need to stop right?" Queried Blue, his calculating voice echoed around the room. "We've been in Void Space for too long."

"Not to mention we have no clue where we are," Grim commented.

Pheron sighed. He knew these things and knew they had to stop at some point otherwise they would run out resources. He took one last at the fleet that held his brothers and sisters and made a decision, one that would change the outcome of an entirely new universe.

"Prepare for Void exit, I want all combat personal to their stations, the civilians in the safety rooms and all Tenno and Cephalons prepared for space combat…that means you two as well."

"Of course, Messenger," they both replied, bowing as they left to the nearest communications room and made haste to get to their arkwings.

Pheron glanced back once more at the fleet and the void beyond wondering if things in this new place would be any different.

Joker was getting worried; he had yet to hear from Sheppard about what to do with the council, in fact the entire human fleet was pretty restless from what he could hear over the comms.

"Joker," Sheppard at last finally responded. "I'm opening the arms, have the fleet be ready to help the council."

"Roger that Sheppard, Normandy out."

The rest of the fleet heard the response with admiral Hackett providing orders to assault the ship, Sovereign, but like saying goes 'life's a bitch', everything changed.

"Admiral, unknown energy signatures just outside the Citadel! Whatever they are the getting stronger sir!" cried out one of crew as the fleet moved in.

Before Hackett could respond to the information, reality tore itself apart leaving a gaping hole just a few hundred miles shy of the tip of the Citadel. As soon as the tear happened everything stopped and stared from the Turians on the dreadnoughts heading from the other Mass Relays to the Normandy's ground team fighting their way up to top of the Citadel tower to confront Saren and stop the return of the Reapers.

And as soon as they stopped it happened.

Hundreds of vessels streamed out of void quickly moving out range from the combat situation followed by ten stations each the quarter the size of the Citadel each one deploying even more fighters to join the throng of battle. Then came the unbelievable as three massive ships made their way out of the tear followed by three slightly smaller vessels. The larger ones had what was a human Weston dragon on top, each a different colour, black, white and blue but what all the ships and stations had in common was the three headed dragon.

Silence echoed the battlefield as everything stopped and waited to see what would happen, what these new species would do.

A message rung through all fleets both organic and inorganic.

"This is Messenger Pheron of the Tenno Clan Hoshi no ryū kōtei (Dragon Emperors of the Stars) and we are here to help! All Tenno clear that station!" And with that a new race came to the scene but for better or worse is yet to be decided…