A/N: We've got a long one today! First off, I want everyone to know that my name is actually Kyle Mason, and that it is purely a coincidence. I had always intended to have a character based off of myself within the universe (but it is not a self insert; I only plan to have him make decisions I would make, but his history is fiction). And, yes, this means that Commander Kyle Mason and Ambassador Adam Glass are technically related. I guess badassary runs in the family.


A drop ship arrived within the two hours that Ambassador Glass had said, and the C-Sec officers surrounded it to ensure that it was human. As the Special Forces jumped out and secured the perimeter, Adam walked up to the commander and extended a hand. "Nice to see you again, Kyle. I wish this could've been under better circumstances."

"I don't know, Adam, I think killing some fish heads might end up being a good time," the soldier said, meeting the hand with a firm grasp. "To be honest, I think humanity has been itching for a fight. I'm proud to be the one leading the charge." A turian wearing blue armor and an eyepiece blinking over his right eye walked up to the two humans and cleared his throat.

"I am Captain Pallin, commanding officer of the Citadel Security on this ward. Executor Varus has notified me of your presence here, and thanks you for your help in advance," the turian grumbled. It appears that the turians don't like to be the ones to ask for help.

"Commander Kyle Mason, Systems Alliance Special Forces. Glad to be of service, Captain. First things first, we need to discuss our plan of action. The Espheni use technology that widely relies on 'Shock and Awe' factors. During the Espheni War, they used EMPs to knock out our tech," the Commander explained. "I assume the civilian tech isn't built to resist such attacks?"

Captain Pallin shook his head in response. "C-Sec doesn't even use that kind of advanced shielding. We'd be stopped dead in the water." Commander Mason nodded, and appeared to be thinking.

"The Systems Alliance has been preparing to fight the Espheni for nearly a century, Captain, and we've worked a way around EMP blasts. It is my understanding that you use comm buoys to communicate, correct?" Pallin nodded. Mason pulled out a device of some kind and handed it to the turian. "This device will project a field that resists EMP strikes. Unfortunately, it only projects a field as big as its transmitter, and this will only create a small infantry projection."

"Hook it up to the buoy, and we'll get a bigger transmitter," Pallin realized, and Mason smiled in response. "How much space will that cover?"

"A prediction… only about one arm. Get one of these to every buoy on the arms, and each should be protected. Those in between the arms, however, will be exposed. You need to evacuate all vehicles currently in transit, or they'll… not make it. Got it?" Pallin nodded, picked up the device and four more exact copies of it from the soldiers that surrounded Mason, and rushed off to get them in position. "He's quick on his feet. I like him."

"The turians are formidable opponents. I fear the Espheni may have bitten off more than they could chew yet again," Adam laughed. "You'd think they'd have learned the last time." Before Mason could offer a reply, a loud, ear piercing scream filled the wards, causing everyone to take a look at the battle raging up above. "What the hell was that?"

"Not sure…" Mason muttered, unable to place the sound. "Doesn't sound like skitter, though." Large objects ejected from the smooth, silver Espheni ships faster than the Citadel Defense Fleet could shoot them down, and they began plummeting to the wards. Most of them appeared to be focused on the Presidium, which was ultimately the smartest decision. Once the EMP went active, you couldn't cross the gap between arms. The only link to each other would be through the central ring. You cut that off, you isolate the arms.

The sound of impacting pods could be heard booming from across the arms, and C-Sec officers grew more frantic, moving away from the human arrivals and towards the new foes that had crashed on the Citadel. One of the pods struck a nearby structure, causing the lights to falter slightly and the sound of debris falling to come in from outside. C-Sec guards circled around the entrance, prepared to take on anything that came through that door.

"Arm up, everyone. I want you reinforcing the defensive positions with the C-Sec guards, you hear me?" Mason ordered, and several soldiers confirmed their orders. Mason felt a nagging sensation in the back of his head, like someone trying to access his telecommunication but failing. "No thought-orders on this run, boys. I've got a bad feeling about this…"

To reinforce his point, a screeching noise caused the turians to flinch slightly, as if it was a claw scraping against metal. The sliding metal door into the dock burst open to reveal what Mason could only describe as an insectoid like organism, complete with multiple legs and antenna. The turians froze in the sudden appearance of this creature, but the humans jumped into action. Blue beams of pure energy flew across the room, striking this insect and dissolving its carapace armor with ease. After a few short seconds under this torrent of energy, the creature dropped to the ground as a pile of smoldering ash, nothing left recognizable.

Mason walked up to one of the turians and looked at him in the eye. "Why did you freeze up like that? Have you seen these things before?"

"Yes… well, I personally haven't, but I know of them. That… that was a Rachni…" The name sent a shudder down Mason's spine, and if these militarized species were worried about them, then Mason had the right to be a bit cautious as well.

"Rachni, huh?" Mason muttered. He closed his eyes, accessing the vast archive of information stored within his mind. He began going through the history of the Council, and found the Rachni Wars. After reading it for a few moments, he opened his eyes and turned back to his men. "We're facing an insectoid species of hostile aliens that possess the ability to shoot powerful acid from glands located within those tentacle appendages with external mouths. It is not known whether Adamantium can resist such acid, but I personally don't want to test it." He thought for a second, and turned to the smoldering pile of ash. Hmm… "Next one of these bugs we see, I want it dead, but intact. Got it?"

"Why the hell would you want that?" the turian asked, drawing the attention of the Commander.

"Because, if these things are harnessed, I want to know about it. That could be a game changer. Now, I saw somewhere around ninety to a hundred pods drop, each of them containing several Rachni. About two thirds of them were aimed towards the Presidium, which is bad. We can't lose that position, or we're cut off from the other arms. Get some men on the other pods, but my team will go where we're needed most. And that might be to protect your precious Council." He handed his sidearm to Adam Glass and sent him a telepathic message to stay close. Things were about to get messy.


Wrex was growing tired of being on the Citadel. He didn't care how much the Shadow Broker was paying him, the lack of excitement and violence was a complete and utter buzzkill. He was sent to gather more intelligence on this 'new species' the Council had announced making contact with, but other than that, he had no idea what to look for.

After drinking another glass of ryncol (I say glass, but the bottles surrounding the Krogan say otherwise), Wrex stood up groggily and made his way towards the exit of the bar. The commotion outside didn't even register in his head until the explosion raged through the street outside. His mouth curved into a sly smile, walked outside, and slid out his shotgun in anticipation. "Bout damn time something interesting happened around here."

C-Sec guards ran through the street, weapons drawn and pointed in the direction of the explosion. He could tell the situation must be bad if the guards run straight passed a Krogan with a shotgun pulled out without notice. Wrex grunted and began walking towards the sound of the explosion, but was immediately faced with what sounded like bullets being fired. The Krogan picked up the pace, and went to see what the commotion was. People were running from the conflict in the distance, but their cries and pleas were drowned out by what happened next.

Now, Wrex hadn't fought in the Rachni War, but he'd experienced the Krogan Rebellions first hand from his father. The history of the Rachni War is something that every Krogan knows about, and the cries of their insectoid nemesis being crushed under boot was something that was passed on from generation to generation. And, if Wrex had to place a visual to the sound he was hearing, it would be that exact image.

The thought of a Rachni on the Citadel sent Wrex into a bit of a blood rage, angered that the enemy the Council had rewarded them for killing was actually still alive and kicking. But, when he got there, he didn't see a Rachni being crushed under the foot of the turians 'military might,' but instead, found several half-dissolved turian corpses and a brood warrior very much still alive. And that pissed Wrex off.

Wrex jumped into action, aiming his shotgun at the insect before him and firing several rounds before it overheated. The Rachni flinched from the rounds, but obviously, its carapace armor protected it from too much damage. It turned towards the Krogan, letting out a blood curdling screech when it saw its foe, and prepared to spit a glob of deadly acid at the Krogan, who expertly sidestepped it and prepared another onslaught of mass accelerator rounds.

The Rachni, adamant about preventing Wrex from striking it again, dashed forward and reared its legs, attempting to pierce the Krogan's armor with its sharpened legs. Wrex leaned into the dash, throwing the Rachni off balance and tackling it to the side. He dealt powerful blows repeatedly to the underbelly of the insect, causing it to squeal in pain. Wrex stood up, grabbed the Rachni by its equivalent of a neck. Before he could deal the executing blow, a beam of blue light pierced his blood rage and struck the Rachni in the face, forcing him to drop the Rachni from the force of the strike.

Commander Mason jumped down with a smoking energy rifle, a wide grin spreading across his face as he stared at the Krogan. Wrex has never seen any asari like this before, so he could only assume that this was the new race the Shadow Broker wanted him to learn about. "Impressive. Reminds me of my grandfather during the Espheni Wars. He was the first recorded man to take down a skitter with his bare hands."

"You killing Rachni?" Wrex grunted simply in response.

"Yeah. A whole lot of them are trying to cut off the Presidium, and we were going to head over there to make sure the turians don't get themselves all killed. I take it your in?" the human Commander said, and Wrex thought about it. "Look, you know more about the Rachni then any of us. We could use your help."

"Anyone killing Rachni is alright in my book."

"Good. I'm Commander Mason, Systems Alliance. You'll need something heavier than your peashooter to take out these bastards, since they've no doubt upgraded since you last saw them. Take my shotgun and a few Neutron Scrambler grenades, and that should keep you going."

"Whatever the hell Neutron Scramblers are, they sound damn cool. Gimmie." The commander smiled, handed over his shotgun and a few smooth spheres, and drew what appeared to be an assault rifle in its place. He stared at the Rachni he had shot just a few moments before with a moment of apprehension. "Something wrong?"

"No. Go ahead and scout for more Rachni. We have to keep them off the civilians." Wrex nodded and did as he was told, climbing over a few pieces of rubble to continue forward. Commander Mason looked back at the Rachni on the ground and moved closer. To be sure, he kicked the sucker in the face, ensuring that it was extremely dead. He picked up one side of the Rachni and used all of his strength to flip it onto its back.

Wrex stopped and turned around, looking at this new species with distinct interest. The Commander was staring intently at the back of the Rachni, then twisted his face in a scowl that resembled pure hatred. Wrex recognized that look. He had just used it when he saw the Rachni. Mason bent down and grabbed a hold of something on the Rachni, then yanked with tons of force. In a sickening snap, he pulled what Wrex thought was some kind of spinal armor off of the Rachni. All of them had it, and Wrex never thought anything of it.

Mason held the thing in the air with a look of utter disgust on his face. He turned quickly and saw Wrex staring at him. "I'm afraid you're people have been fighting the wrong enemy, Krogan. The Rachni are innocent."

"I'm pretty sure it was a Rachni there that was trying to kill me, alien," Wrex replied with bitterness. "I may be getting older, but I think my eyesight is quite alright."

"Human," the Commander shot back. "We're called human, Krogan. And the Rachni are slaves, being controlled by the Espheni much like we were during our war. See this?" he asked, holding up the strip of armor he pulled off earlier. "This is a Harness. When you put it on something, they do whatever you say. Mindless slaves. The Rachni were and still are being used by the Espheni. Only this time, your people can't kill them off."

"You can talk all you want, human, but if you're telling me to play nice with some bugs, you've got another thing coming," Wrex shouted back. "Now, are we going to squash some insects, or are we going to have a nice little asari tea party with them?"

"Oh, we're going to kill them with extreme prejudice. I just wanted to let you know that I might feel slightly guilty about it afterwards," Mason answered with a grin. Wrex let out a small huff of laughter. He might grow to like these humans…


During all of the panic to protect the Citadel, no one had the bright idea to do something so simple that it would save countless lives: close the arms. Mason didn't even know if that was possible, but the station appeared to be built like it. Now, it was too late, as the Rachni were running through the streets. Of course, closing it would prevent the Rachni from receiving reinforcements, but at the rate that the C-Sec weapons weren't killing the enemies, they wouldn't need reinforcements. At least, not for a while.

Mason had hacked into the turian communication lines relatively easily, which means the Espheni will have done the same. He began monitoring the status of the fleet outside, and the updates were truly surprising. The Espheni ships were obliterating the Citadel Defense Fleet, yes, but every capable vessel was making sure that they paid for every inch of territory they gained. The Alliance Fleet would arrive in a matter of hours, and, unless the Espheni had a wonder weapon, they weren't going to capture the Citadel in a matter of days, let along hours.

The Krogan Mason had picked up had proven to be as deadly as a super mech, charging through the Rachni like they were made of wet tissue. He said his name was Wrex, but anything else about the giant lizard was beyond Mason. But, after the first few engagements with the Rachni, giving up his shotgun had paid for itself. Even at the rate Wrex was going, though, the Rachni still held quite a foothold over C-Sec forces.

Pallin, the turian from earlier, came running up to Mason with a frantic expression on his face. "We attempted to get the devices through the Presidium, since everything we send through the middle is getting annihilated by Espheni Air Support. However, the Rachni have our forces on the Presidium pinned, and we have no way of getting through."

"That's a problem, Captain, because we need those wards to be protected from the EMP blast," Mason replied. "We'll help you push through onto the Presidium, but after that, it's up to you to get the devices to the buoys before the blast."

"Got it. Anything you can help us with?" he asked, and Mason thought. These people were fighting their hardest, but it wasn't enough. The technological prowess of the Espheni combined with the ferocity of the Rachni was getting to them. Perhaps… perhaps they could do with a bit of overkill.

"We've got just the thing," Mason answered, and he opened up a telecommunication uplink with one of the very few token Alliance vessels that were to provide evacuation for the Ambassador out there, aiding the Defense Fleet. "SSV Weaver's Might, this is ground team, requesting a mech drop on my position, over."

"Mech drop en route, ground team, standby," came the response. Over the course of the next few seconds, a beamer from the Weaver's Might flew overhead and dropped three pods. At first, the turians flinched and raised their weapons. Three mechs stood up on their bipedal legs, glowing blue as they came online.

"Mech Units Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie, you now fall under the jurisdiction of Commander Mason, Systems Alliance Special Forces. Push forward towards the Presidium, and kill anything that shoots first," Mason ordered, and the three mechs gave off a ghost like wail to confirm. They turned towards the Presidium ring and their three blue targeting lasers came online.

"Are those… AIs?" one of the turians asked, but Commander Mason cut him off.

"No. Combat Mechs contain very advanced Virtual Intelligences, but we've refrained from giving powerful, walking tanks sentience. Don't worry, they won't fire on you unless I give the order to, but we're on the same team," Mason explained. To reinforce this claim, a mech's targeting laser turned bright orange and let out a stream of pure energy rounds. The sound of a Rachni squealing in pain told the turians that the shots were spot on. "What're the status of the other arms?"

Pallin, still stunned from the frightening display of human power, took a moment to answer. "Zakera Ward was secured during your advance to the Presidium Ring. The Council has been evacuated to a safe zone behind the lines, and we've been trying to push through since. Something is blocking our communications, but from when I last heard, C-Sec forces were containing the dropped Rachni."

"Understood. The Espheni won't deploy their fighters until all of the Citadel Defense Fleet's point-defense lasers are destroyed, granting them complete aerial superiority. That will happen in about three hours, given the current rate of attack. Our ships, while few in number, are their current target, and they'll be focusing on us. Remember, the objective isn't to win, Captain, even if it'd be nice to send the Espheni packing. We want to buy time for the Alliance Fleet."

"If we can get to the Citadel Tower, we should be able to close the arms," Pallin told the human, which brought up the point he was rather pressed about introducing. "That should render their aerial superiority moot, and we can isolate and destroy the Rachni before any other civilians get attacked."

"I sense a but coming, Captain," Mason said, and the turian nodded.

"When the Rachni attacked, the Specters dedicated all of their resources to getting the Council out of there. Most of them were killed, but we've still got a few left. Saren Arterius is currently attempting to get to the controls, but he might need your firepower."

"We'll head there at once, Captain, but I'm not sure if it'll be as effective as you think," Mason replied. "Espheni and Human technology rely on warp technology, allowing us to, essentially, teleport through the galaxy. The closed arms will prevent enemy bombardment of civilian targets using capital ships, but the smaller fighters and bombers can still get in. But that works both ways. Our fighters and bombers can get in and out as well."

"Spirits… how did you survive a war with these people?" Pallin asked, and Mason turned to him with a wide grin on his face.

"Through blood, sweat, and the strength of human endurance. You'll soon learn, Captain, that the human race is a tough bunch of bastards. We'll fight to the last, dying breath before we let anyone strip us of our freewill. And that is something that you can count on."


The Systems Alliance First Fleet is the most advanced and powerful array of ships the human race has at its disposal. Set to defend the Earth from even the strongest Espheni attack, the First Fleet numbers at hundreds of ships, with new ones being pumped out by the Alliance shipyards every month. When Director Daniel Orion got the call from Ambassador Glass that the Espheni attacked the Citadel Council, he not only saw a moment for diplomatic ties to be made, but also an opportunity to deal a powerful blow to the Espheni.

But the Director wasn't that stupid to fall for a ploy such as this. The Espheni were smarter than to just attack a galactic civilization without cause, and Orion new exactly what that cause was. They wanted to take down Earth, and they knew that the Alliance would jump at the chance to help new allies and prove themselves. With the First Fleet being deployed to the Citadel, the capital would be undefended. The Second Fleet was being deployed to Earth, and the Third and Fourth were being spread across the colony worlds. The Fifth was on standby, ready to deploy to the nearest front at a moment's notice. If the Espheni wanted to attack Earth, they were going to pay the price dearly.

They were three hours away from the location known as the Citadel in the Widow Nebula, but they were making good time. Once the Titan-Class ships got moving, it was smooth sailing. Titans, as the biggest ship in the entire Systems Alliance Navy, number only to ten currently in service, and four of them were used within the First Fleet. They also possessed the greatest amount of firepower, using magneto hydrodynamic lasers to tear apart even a Super Carrier apart in a single blast.

The Volm had told the human race that the Espheni spanned the galaxy in an empire that dominated every species. Throughout his career, Orion had begun to doubt that claim, as they hadn't encountered them once until now. Several theories had sprung up, but none of them had any proof. A live captive would've been amazingly useful, but the Espheni rarely pilot their own ships, allowing their captured minions or advanced AIs to do it instead. This made them elusive, and the last captive Espheni in human hands had died near the end of the war. The humans back then weren't so much concerned with the Espheni origins, and more so with how to kill them easier.

He was getting regular reports as to the progress of the battle from Ambassador Glass, and the statistics actually surprised the Director. The turians, while not as advanced as the Espheni, made up for the technological gap with ferocious tenacity and determination. If the Espheni had decided to invade the turian homeworld before they had spaceflight, Orion had no doubt that it would've ended similarly to the human's Espheni War. His thought process was stopped in its tracks when Glass told him that the Rachni, long lost enemy of the Council, had touched down on the Citadel and were harnessed by the Espheni. If the stories about the Rachni were true, then they would make both a valuable ally and a dangerous foe.

"I want Harness Suppression Teams prepared by the time we get to the Citadel. We're going to scour the Citadel for them and ensure that no one gets their hands on that kind of technology. Also, get me all of the data the Citadel has on the Rachni. I want to know where their homeworld is by the end of the day," Director Orion ordered.

"Why, sir?"

"If the Rachni are being harnessed, it is very much possible they have a resistance going on their homeworld, much like we did. We can liberate them and offer them a spot within the Alliance. If they are all harnessed, we can at least do them the favor of putting them out of their misery and stop their flow of troops to the warfront. After we rescue this 'Council,' they will have no choice but to form an alliance with us to fight the Espheni. We can use their galactic spanning empire to fuel our war machine and take the fight to the Espheni, finishing this war once and for all."


Mason had finished dispatching one of the Rachni Brood Warriors that were constantly assaulting the defensive line C-Sec had set up. It was getting down to the nub in terms of when the Espheni were going to deploy the EMP; it had to be at just the right distance in order to cover everything on the Citadel. He walked over the dead Rachni and bent down on one knee to inspect it. This looked… different from the red-hued pictures that the Citadel had of the Rachni. Instead, it gave off a sort of silver color, hinted with rust. Curious, he began scanning the Rachni.

The results came in a matter of seconds. The Rachni had been improved, from what he could tell, with a coating of Adamantium plating. Small enough to almost completely resist mass accelerator rounds, but not thick enough to provide any protection to energy rounds. He flipped the beast over, exposing its underbelly. Just as he thought, it was exposed and without any form of carapace armor at all. If you wanted to kill these things, that was your best shot.

Suddenly, his military training kicked in, and he swung an armored gauntlet behind him while twisting his torso in the same direction. A combat knife, expertly aimed at his throat, was blocked by the adamantium plating, and slid harmlessly off the armor. Mason raised his pistol at his assailant, pointed directly at the hostile's face. The fact that it was a combat knife and not a glob of acid registered, and he turned slowly to see the identity of his attacker.

It was a turian, his face twisted in an expression mixed of surprise and disgust. "You know, I'm not the enemy. If you need some clarification as to who is, you can ask the big bugs running around dissolving everything that moves," Mason told the turian sarcastically.

"I know very well who the enemy is, human," the turian replied sharply. "Do you think the Rachni and the Espheni would have attacked the Citadel if you hadn't shown up? They followed you here, and now, innocent people are paying the price for your mistakes."

"The Espheni would've attacked you eventually, it was a matter of when. And you're lucky that we arrived when we did, or the Espheni may have very well taken the Citadel. So how about you cool it, and we can focus that hatred you have towards the Espheni instead of the guys trying to kill the Espheni."

The turian appeared to be in thought, but nodded slowly and lowered his weapon. "Saren Arterius, Council Specter."

"Commander Kyle Mason, Systems Alliance Special Forces. Captain Pallin told me that you were trying to close the arms, but I take it that you had no such luck. My team, which will be joining us shortly, will give you that final push to break through the Rachni line," the commander explained, but Saren huffed in response. Mason rolled his eyes and looked directly at the turian with heated eyes. "Look, Saren, I understand that it may be hard to ask for help. Trust me, no one can sympathize more than the human race. But the Espheni isn't someone you can handle alone with mass accelerator weapons. We all need to work together, lend a supporting hand, and make sure that these bastards can't hurt anymore civilians. Understand?"

"The Turian Hierarchy has never faced a foe that it couldn't destroy-"

"But you've never faced the Espheni!" Mason shouted, taking the turian off guard. "The rules of war are gone with the fish heads, and everything becomes a target! If you think they will spare civilians, then you're wrong. They're take your civilians, turn them into soldiers, and pit them against you!"

Before the turian could respond, a figure lunged from the shadows of a nearby alley, taking Mason and Saren by surprise. It wasn't Rachni, so Mason went for a non-lethal attack by striking the figure in the face with the butt of his gun. It went flying back, unmoving, onto the ground, where Saren aimed his weapon. Mason got a better look at the figure, and realized that it was a turian. He used his hand to push Saren's gun down, and crouched next to the figure.

"This is what we are fighting, Saren. A foe that is so cowardly that they use other races as cannon fodder to preserve their own." Mason flipped the turian onto his stomach, and found the clothes ripped to shreds and a glowing yellow parasite pulsing on his back. "We can save some. But we can't save them all."

Mason pulled out a handgun like tool and began lifting the parasite, activating the object. A small blue flame began licking out of the barrel, and the human began to slowly cut off the slug with extreme precision. After a few moments, the parasite was pulled off, and Mason pulled out a syringe. The turian began making sudden movements, as if it was having a seizure. He jabbed the syringe into the civilian, who began to slowly stop and lay still. "What… what did you do?" Saren asked.

"I removed the harness. He will have full control after the drug supplement takes hold and spreads through his system. He's lucky that he didn't attack in the heat of battle; sometimes you have no other option besides kill innocent harnessed civilians." He turned to Saren, and looked at him in the eye. "Let's kill these bastards."

"Yeah. Let's."


CODEX:
(A/N: That's right! I'm staring a CODEX!)

Titan: The biggest ship in the Systems Alliance Navy, the Titan is quite literally a mobile fortress. Because of the amount of Adamantium that is required to be synthesized, the Titan is extremely expensive to create, and, as such, there are only ten in existence. It boasts magneto hydrodynamic cannons that use pure energy to tear hulls apart at amazing distances. Despite this, the massive size and weight of the ship cause it to move extremely slowly, and it cannot dodge impacts at all.

Systems Alliance Special Forces: Also known as the Marauders, the Special Forces are specifically trained to counter Espheni tactics. Because of this, they are usually the first to touch down before the main fighting force arrives in order to contain the situation and prepare it for a long battle. They are equipped with the top of the line technology the Alliance comes out with, and are well-respected within their community.

Harness Suppression Team: Formed to quell the potential of harness technology spreading, the Harness Suppression Team was designed to hunt down and literally burn all traces of harnesses. They are equipped with handheld tools to remove harnesses and stabilize the victim. Because of the nature of a harness, the HST's are also used to counter piracy and slavery within Alliance space.


A/N: So I decided to add that Codex bit whenever I introduce new technology (you haven't even seen what I've got prepared) just to help you as well as myself to keep things straight. Now for review questions!

Edboy4926: Awesome intro. Looking forward to more. Congrats on being the first one to write this type of crossover. Any chance that with the tech Earth has now they could help out the Quarians with their immune systems?

A: Theoretically, yes, it could. It cured Ricky of his Cystic Fibrosis in the series, which from what I understood, nearly crippled him on a daily basis. The Harness Technology could be used to save the Quarians, but the question isn't if it can, it's if the humans will be willing to share that kind of technology. It's obviously extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.

Nukeman: Not bad. Make the aliens be I bit more spiteful of human and there AIs and advence tech, but not bad.

A: I've danced around how I want the Council to react for awhile (awhile for me is like an hour) and I settled on that. The Council shouldn't look at the gap in technology with jealousy, but instead with opportunity. Now, if the humans had used that technology to kill them, then I'd understand. I agree, though, AIs are a rather controversial topic for the Council, but they had already recognized the Systems Alliance as a sovereign nation. What the humans do is their business, and they can't do anything about it.

That's it for this chapter, folks. Keep reviewing, and if you have any other questions, ask them! I'll answer them in the next chapter!