About the timeframe Humanity is really still recovering in some respects. The total human population is only around 2 billion. Almost all of which is in the Solar system, the only people allowed out of the Solar System is SRPA. So even though Humanity would be more advanced than the Citadel their small population will be a real limiting factor in their expansion and a big theme in the story would be their growth from what is still essentially a battered species.

Their tech is another story. If SRPA can make the stuff they did in a time of war I imagine that in fifty years they could do a lot more. That what the point of Blake thinking back to when he was a kid, he grew up watching all this technology come about back when the Earth was still ravaged and essentially in a different period technologically in its history.

Also regarding his age he and Richard are both in their fifties. If anybody has played Resistance 2 co-op you probably know there is a weapon called the phoenix that allows health to be drained from the chimera and given to human players. In this fic that has been reverse-engineered and the technology can be used to keep people perpetually healthy. This however, will be explained in later chapters more thoroughly. P.S. Sorry about the several mistakes in the last chapter, I finished late at night and I missed something stuff.

Captain Garrick looked about the bridge of the Turian cruiser, Obedience and Resolution with an air of satisfaction. He always felt great pride when he watched his officers and crew do their jobs like good Turians should. There was nothing that could compete with a professional and efficient Turian. It was all the more satisfactory because it meant they would be done with this tedious patrol duty quicker. Besides who knew, maybe they would run into bandits or something to mix things up a little. Spirits knew that his crew could use more target practice.

"Sensors, I trust that the mass relay is undisturbed?" Questioned Garrick, he trusted the bridge to keep him up to speed on any new developments but the Turian military did not become what it is today by not being thorough. "No sir, I just finished scanning the system it does not show any signs of tampering." curtly responded the Sensors operator. Garrick nodded his head absent-mindedly before he spoke again. "Very good, helmsmen turn us around and plot a course out of system to our next assigned destination. Alert the crew for imminent FTL jump."

Garrick stood up and turned to leave the bridge, leaving the bridge to his XO, confident in his abilities. Suddenly, with no warning the entire ship shook violently throwing the Captain and the rest of the crew to the floor. At the same time this happened a terrible screech assaulted the ears of the crew as if something metallic was tearing through the ship. As the sound died away the lights suddenly flickered away. The Captain momentarily lost consciousness before he tried to stand up. He nearly fell down after he realized that the room pitch black except for the starlight flooding in. He called out to his crew, hoping none had been seriously injured. A moment passed before muffled groans and a few idle affirmatives greeted his ears. Then, as suddenly as they went out, the lights came back on. He immediately noticed the sensors operator lying next to his chair, his head turned at an unnatural angle and a blank stare in his eyes. He stared back for the briefest moment before giving new orders, "Alright someone get on sensors and figure out what the hell was that. Find out the status of the rest of the ship and the patrol and get medical on any injured, hurry up." He immediately began wondering what the hell hit them. He was sure it was one of those damn fresh captains in the destroyers.

A bright flash from outside the ship caught his attention and he instinctively looked out towards space. He immediately gaped at the event unfolding before him. Several very menacing and completely alien looking ships were absolutely obliterating his patrol flotilla. Brightly burning white streaks of what looked like energy weapons of all things were rapidly closing the distance between the three alien contacts and his destroyers. Already he could see an expanding debris cloud where he assumed one of the destroyers was, evidenced by the fact he only saw two left. The lead destroyer managed to fire a mass accelerator round that hit one the alien ships in less than a second, but a yellow energy bubble shield completely shattered it. The two remaining destroyers desperately tried to maneuver away from the white masses but to no avail. Two of the white balls flew right through the shield of one of his destroyers and impacted amidships and the bou, near the reactor. Immediately he saw the balls break up and began rapidly eating away at the ship, melting through its armor plating like butter. Several explosions rocked the destroyer before it violently split in two. The two pieces slowly drifted apart, secondary explosions rocking through both. As if it hadn't been through enough a massive explosion from the destabilized reactor completely shattered both portions of the ship, leaving only an expanding dust cloud and small chunks of debris.

The second destroyer, seeing that it could no longer do anything against three superior ships rapidly accelerated towards the lead ship in the enemy flotilla. "Comms contact that ship and tell it to break off! Tell it to retreat from the system!" The communications officer began frantically hailing the last destroyer but to no response. The Three alien ships began firing their deadly weapons at the ship while trying to maneuver away from the rapidly approaching destroyer. The six white masses all scored hits, melting away portions of the destroyer. As ship began literally falling apart it brutally struck the largest of the alien ships.

A blinding white flash forced the entire bridge crew to turn away as small shockwave shook the disabled cruiser. After what seemed like hours the light slowly faded away. As the bridge looked back to see the results of the destroyers heroic actions, hoping that the alien bastards had suffered before the end, they were horrified to see the results. The black beast of a ship, dreadnought sized in length and a far more menacing sight than his puny cruiser was still there, completely unscathed! "How is that possible? It should have at least taken damage? The thing doesn't look like it took a scratch. Even its shields are still functioning." voiced the Captain, whispering, almost to himself. A few seconds passed as the horribly intimidating black alien ships turned towards the cruiser. "Do we have power to the engines yet?" calmly asked Garrick almost as if the loss of hundreds of Turian lives hadn't phased him. The bridge crew looked at him as if their fear could be alleviated by his word. "No Captain…engineering has reported the reactors were heavily damaged in the collision." The Captain continued to stare out of the ship into space, watching as the alien vessels made their way towards the ship. They moved slowly as if expecting him to charge them like the valiant destroyer just moments ago. One of the smaller ones broke away from the huge ship and he could see small objects moving towards the cruiser.

Suddenly the Captain broke from his sullen mood, remembering his duties as captain of a Turian military vessel. If his crew couldn't gain inspiration from him where could they? Standing up dramatically, his voice boomed betraying his sudden revival of character, "Alert the crew of imminent enemy boarding action. Scrub the computers of valuable data and arm yourselves." The crew with fear in their eyes, went to work frantically, most mentally screaming at the prospect of possible death. The Captain seeing their bewildered state knew he had to speak again before their fear took control of them, "Men!" The bridge quickly looked up towards the Captain. "You are soldiers of the Turian military, professional and dedicated to the last! The whole of the Citadel looks up to you as the pinnacle of selfless courage and sacrifice! We shall show these creatures what it means to be a Turian! For Palaven, for the Hierarchy!" The bridge, regaining their nerve cheered. Full of morale and renewed courage at the captain's brave words they went about their tasks confident, that even if they didn't survive, they would give these aliens hell before they fell. As his orders were carried out, the Captain spoke to himself, "If those bastards want this ship they can pry it from my dead fingers."

Sorry once again for the shortness but it seemed to me that this chapter ended to well for anything else to just be slapped on there. I will quickly post a third chapter after I finish it. Thanks for any reviews and criticisms it lets me know you all care! Feel free to PM me if there's anything you want to say or think just make sure it not like about butchering the story though because I do have an overall plot. Don't forget to review!