A/N So this is a plot bunny that refuses to leave me alone. To remedy this I've decided to post this little snippet. My updates will vary wildly on this story unless it gets a lot of reviews then I may make it my main focus.

A few things

1: this takes place just after Red Alert 2 Yuri's Revenge.

2: I am using the soviet ending.

3: If anyone cares to pitch me a character. I'll most likely use them.

4: the story will take place over the course of the years.

5: Humans will not use any mass effect tech

6: It will be bloody.

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Prologue: An interesting start.

"Every story has a beginning." –Anonymous

The Asari stared at the cold stainless steel door to an even colder room readying herself for the interrogation of a turian admiral. She knew she was in for long drawn out ordeal but it was absolutely necessary in order to understand the conflict that threatened to sweep through Citadel space and stop it. The human juggernaut was beginning to gather momentum as they mined entire moons to build vast fleets and upgraded their primitive slug throwers into lethal weapons. In months hundreds of ships would burst from the relay that led to their home world with their crews screaming for bloody vengeance. It was her job to gather all the information available, examine it from all angles and then enter negotiations with the Soviets and Allies, the two main factions of humans.

Then again the last reports before we were pushed out of the solar system said that they had practically merged in all but name and a few lines on the map. But then that was over a year ago perhaps they have gone back to fighting each other? She dared to hope but deep down she knew nothing brought people together like mutual hatred of an outsider.

Sighing she opened the steel door and walked into the cell behind it. It was a small dark room with a simple steel table in the middle with two chairs, one on each side. In one chair sat an old turian warrior brooding silently. Taking her seat on the opposite side of the table she opened a few holographic documents from her omni tool and projected them across the table.

"Do you know what these are Admiral Artius?" the asari asked.

"They would appear to be after action reports, physiological evaluations, that one even appears to be a suicide note."

"You must also realize who they are taken from…"

"My troops of course, " The malice in the last statement did not escape the asari.

"Then you must realize how disturbing it is that so many turian troops are broken from a handful of skirmishes with barbarians…"

"How dare you?! We fought a land war of which the likes we haven't seen sense the Krogen Rebellions! I would like to see how well you hold it together when you have several million soviet conscripts charging across the front screaming for your death with bayonets held high! We haven't even used bayonets in over a hundred years! Or better yet I would like to see how well your sanity holds together when you find that suddenly a dozen forward fire bases go dark and almost all your supply lines are cut and by the time a response force gets together all you find is bodies and brass casings to show that the Allies had been there? The Allies out maneuvered us on all the battles applying what they called 'The Art of War'. We faced an enemy who had grown from never ending conflicts, who almost thought of war as a pass time." Artius stopped his rant and let out a heavy guilt ridden sigh before continuing in a calmer tone. "We faced a highly determined enemy who fought on their one and only home world. It did not matter how advanced our technology was. The Soviets simply countered it by drowning us in blood and the Allies simply had better commanders. They adapted and overcame us through a mixture of our own arrogance, propaganda, determination and courage.

"Looking back now we shouldn't have been surprised when a massive make shift fleet came from the dark side of the moon and used over whelming prism and nuclear torpedo fire to stomp our scattered fleets. And even less surprised when joint forces easily over ran every position that lost fleet support. We pulled back so fast many got left behind and they were shot, stabbed and beat to death. They didn't even make the attempt to capture us. The most damning thing about the retreat though wasn't our casualties or loss in equipment but it was the amount of ships we left behind." He took a deep breath as he put together his thoughts but was cut off.

"The reports say all ships left behind had the data banks wiped and FTL drives destroyed how could that be worse than the lives lost?" There was a hint of accusation in the question.

"Forgive me I did not mean to sound uncaring. I grieve for my troops and the asari commandos who were killed but something you must understand is that the humans have in all likeliness developed their own FTL using their crono-technology and while the relay system allows for excellent bottlenecking it also forces us to populate in and around them. Most experts say it would take only two years to map out the entire relay system we have opened so far. So the fact they don't have our star charts is only a small advantage in our favor. Besides we retreated so fast I refuse to believe that we got to all the ships in time. The reason leaving those ships behind is damning is because after studying them they will undoubtedly overcome the problems their ships crude designs have."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Well their ships lacked any kind of artificial gravity, had terrible solar radiation shielding, weren't maneuverable in any real sense and the list goes on. With our ships they will undoubtedly adapt it to theirs, their engineers proved to be most uncanny with how quick they could take control of a building. To be honest it spooked some of the men. So in short we offered them the secrets to space exploration on a silver platter." Artius explained.

"Admiral I know most of the information you have just shared is in the reports but they lack any emotion and understanding the emotions they instill in other races allows us to understand them better and it will be needed if we are to avoid conflict. I am presented with the impossible task of forming the psych profile of a completely new alien race. I need all the help I can get and you happen to be in the best position to do that," the asari paused for a second to let her statement sink in then continued. "We will be working closely over the next year and a half."

"Why such a specific time frame?" Artius asked.

"The humans sent a probe through the relay."

"And what did it say?"

"Give them a chunk of the galaxy they lined out on one of our star charts they had captured in two years…"

"Or they invade using the scorched earth tactic to insure all the worlds lost to us lose as much value as possible," Artius finished or the asari. They sat in the room comprehending how costly it would be to put down another violent race.

"Well if we are going to work together I'm going to need a name to call you?"

"You may call me Amaria."

"Well Amaria, If you want to truly understand the humans you should hear my story from the beginning from me."

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