Mass Catalyst: Plants v.s. Zombies

I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!

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General Desolas hadn't known what to expect when the sixth fleet had detected the activation of the 314 Relay...

BRAINS!

-but it certainly hadn't been this!

To recap; they traveled through the relay to find a crashed ship that looked like a weird funky afro nearby. Sensing no life signs, Desolas sent a boarding/scavenger party to figure out what happened...only to get reports of freakish, rotten, green asari-like creatures attacking them! Screaming of eating their brains all the while!

Fortunately, they were few in number, so were easy to bring down. When they were brought aboard-

"I'm sorry, what do you mean they've been dead for years!?" Exclaimed Desolas in disbelief. The Turian medic just shook his head. "I- I don't know how else to say it sir...but...what we have here...is reanimated tissue! Not quite dead...not quite alive...I'm honestly at a loss for words! I'm speechless! This is completely unprecedented! A medical marvel! I-

"I thought you were speechless!" Snarked Desolas suddenly.

Putting the strange phenomena aside, he turns to his communication officer. "What have you got for me concerning the nearby planet?" He asked.

The communication officer turned to him. "Sir, it seems there's several primitive settlements below. The signals suggest radio-level development...how they made a ship capable of interstellar travel is beyond me...also, I'm detecting a lot of chatter...it took some doing but I believe I've deciphered their language. I've already inputted it into the translator VI's."

Desolas nodded, that would save them a good deal of headache should they end up meeting the 'locals'.

"And what dose this chatter tell you?"

The com officer sighed. "Sadly, there's a lot of interference...most of it is garbled...but I think...yes, their appears to be a large battle going down right now! Give me a moment and I should be able to pin-point where exactly it's happening!" The com officer excitedly went back to work.

Desolas's brother Saren looked at him expectantly. "Brother...what shall we do?"

Desolas frowned as if in deep thought, finally he came to a decision. "Whatever is happening here activated a relay, potentially endangering the citadel races. At the very least we need to get the 'lay of the land'."

He turns to the com officer. "When your finished, give the intel to Saren. Then immediately report our findings to the citadel council. we don't know what's going to happen down their, so we need to be ready for anything."

He turns to his brother. "Saren, take several contingents of our best men and go to the surface. Don't fire unless fired upon, and above all gather as much intel as possible."

Saren saluted and went to do just that...both brother's had no idea what was going on..but they could feel it in their guts...what happened to day...would change things...for better or for worse...things would change...

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TO BE CONTINUED?

AN: I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.
But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?

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