A/N: This chapter, like the last, will definitely be expanded upon when I make it to this part of the story. I think I'll probably have an N7 join the battle and make everyone else look bad. By 2552, the Asari have got nothing on the Alliance Humans in the biotics department, and the N7s really tear shit up.
Only the Beginning
LOCATION: MILKY WAY / EPSILON ERIDANI SYSTEM / REACH
DATE (ALLIANCE / UNSC CALLENDER): 23-7-2552 CE
NOTABLE EVENT(S): COVENANT INVASION OF REACH / SIEGE OF NEW ALEXANDRIA
366 years after the Reaper War...
The big humans moved much faster than the trooper, while still expending less energy, and he struggled to not fall behind. He was determined to stay with them, and pushed himself extra hard to keep up. It was not long before the trooper started dropping his UNSC gear that was ineffective against the Covenant, and doing nothing more than slowing him down. UNSC Army troopers were not issued battlesuits, full-body powered exoskeletons that enhanced a soldier's movements. They wore partial armor covering their vital areas that did nothing more than slow the trooper down in this war. A Type-25 Plasma Rifle could kill a UNSC Army trooper in one or two hits, and they didn't even have to be direct hits. The trooper dropped his chest armor, pistol, and ammo, but kept his grenades and helmet. Even after lightening his load, the trooper still continued to fall behind, and the woman soon picked him and slung him over her shoulders in a fireman's lift.
"Sorry. It was either this, or leave you behind."
The trooper was not happy about being carried around like he could no longer move on his own, but he never would've kept up with the big humans. After the initial shame men in patriarchal societies felt from admitting they needed help wore off, the trooper was left relieved that he did not have to run anymore. Now that they were moving at their own pace, the group quickly made it to their rallying point inside a large warehouse still filled with closed crates and lifting equipment. There was no time to clear everything out before the Covenant arrived. Just as the woman said, there was only a platoon gathered here, or around 64 of the big humans. They had scattered the Covenant forces in the city for now, but would be overrun if the enemy regrouped and located them. The N7 from the squad that saved the trooper appeared to be speaking with another three N7s, but nothing could be heard since they were the only two in the room that didn't retract their helmets. Most of the big humans began departing. The trooper guessed they were going to defend all entrances to the warehouse.
"You want to sync up our comms?" the woman asked.
"Sure. How exactly do we do that?"
"Just stand still."
The woman appeared to be scanning the trooper with her glowing gauntlet.
"What is that?"
When the woman responded, her voice could be heard through the communications device in the trooper's helmet.
"Long story short, it's an omni-tool. Comms working?"
"Yeah."
"Good. There's not a whole lot of us here, only a single division. We're just a rapid-reaction force, but the cavalry's on its way. When you see these guys, don't shoot them..."
The woman projected images of seven aliens with her omni-tool. They were all labeled: Batarian, Geth, Rachni.
"...They're the other members of the Allies, our military alliance. You probably won't see any of these guys, but if you do, walk away, and don't speak of whatever it was you saw..."
The previous images were replaced with a single image of a different alien, labeled Collector.
"...The Collectors aren't part of the Allies, but they're on good terms with the Geth. If you see any of these aliens, avoid them if possible, if not, don't surrender..."
The previous image was replaced with the images of another six different species: Asari, Krogan, Salarian, Turian, Vorcha, Yahg.
"...They're part of the military alliance known as the Council. They're our enemies. The Yahg are largely divided, with a good portion under the control of the Salarians. We've been trying to support the independent faction, to try and prevent the Council from gaining another powerful ally, but we've had to do so covertly to prevent another total galactic war by maintaining deniability, while the Salarians have been lending their full support to their faction. So, you won't see any friendly Yahg, but might see some hostiles."
The trooper seemed off to the marine, like he wasn't all there. He seemed confused, scared, exhausted, and sick all at the same time. He took off his helmet and dropped it like he didn't have the strength to hold it any longer. He was very young, there much was blatantly obvious. The marine guessed he had probably just graduated from high school very recently, and was thrown into war. He may have been drafted, he didn't seem like the soldier type. He seemed to have a fire burning within him, a willing determination to defend his people, but his fire was not very bright, and the marine was worried he might be on the edge of a breakdown. The marine decided to try and make small talk with the trooper, to maybe get to know him better, and discover the truth about his past. Keeping his mind occupied would also help him hold it together. She retracted her helmet and whipped her hair around a bit before she started talking to really let the trooper know she was another human being, just like him, and not some evil robot or an alien.
"How old are you?"
"I'm 18. Drafted right out of high school. What about you?"
"I'm 248. I also went into active duty right out of high school, to join the fight against the Council."
The trooper was a little shocked when the marine told him she was 248 years old.
"Humans don't live that long. Do they? Not any humans I've ever heard of," the trooper thought to himself.
"Did you say you were 248? As in 248 years old?"
"Yeah."
"How long do humans live where you come from?"
That was a bit of a weird question to the marine.
"Uh, we live until we get killed or something."
"You mean you don't die of old age?"
"Oh, no. Of course not. Well, not anymore I guess. We had these... instructions programmed into our minds by an evil race known as the Reapers. These instructions stopped us from achieving our full potential, and sent us down a path of development they desired. After we destroyed every last one of those monsters, we broke the shackles they placed upon us, and then we rose."
The trooper was having a hard time with all of this. Powerful humans who lived forever and kicked Covenant ass; aliens who were apparently friendly with Humanity; and even more aliens who weren't friendly with Humanity. He was actually quite angry. These big humans dropped in out of nowhere and did what his people hadn't been able to do in 27 years: beat back the Covenant. Why hadn't they showed up earlier, before over 30 billion humans had been brutally slaughtered? Why didn't they help his people? Why didn't they do something, anything?
"Who the hell are you people, and where have you been for the past 27 years?"
His words came out slightly more angered than he had intended, something that did not go unnoticed by the woman, but she understood his frustration and responded calmly, having been briefed on the history of the Human-Covenant War.
"We are the proud men and women of Prime Company, warriors of the SSV Darkest Before Dawn, from the Systems Alliance 943rd Marine Division. I'm part of Prime 2-1. Those four big scary guys over there are N7 marines. They're actually really nice. Just don't fuck with them. Working together, they could probably take on the entire company and come out on top. And I'm assuming that by, 'where have you been for the past 27 years,' you mean why didn't we come to your aid 27 years ago when the Human-Covenant War first started. While I can't speak for Alliance Intelligence, I didn't even know about you, the Covenant, or this whole war until today."
The trooper kind of felt like an ass now for raising his voice higher than he had intended.
"Oh. I see... I'm sorry I sounded angry."
"Don't be. You have every right to be angry. Just don't be angry at me."
"I can't be angry at you. You saved my life, and Reach."
The marine smiled a bit.
"Hey, it's the least I cou-"
The marine silenced herself when the sounds of battle rang nearby. The voice of a man came over their comms. He sounded slightly distressed, but not terribly so. It was as if something bad was happening, but he wasn't too worried about it.
"This is Prime 4-3. We are under heavy attack by UNSC forces in the west loading bay. Tank... Good kill... We could use some help over here. They're going to overrun our position."
"This is 2-3. En route to assist."
"Two-one en route."
The UNSC Army trooper looked to his savior with a worried look. She was part of Prime 2-1, and she was about to go fight his people. Another marine came up to the trooper and restrained his hands behind his back with omni-cuffs. Silicon-carbide, a compound also known as carborundum, wrapped around the trooper and bound him at the wrists. The omni-cuffs adjusted to the wearer's anatomy, and could not be escaped physically through the wearer's sheer strength or agility. To be released, the wearer either had to either hack them, have someone else break them through physical force, or someone with the correct digital key release them manually.
"Stay here. I'll be back for you," the marine told the trooper as her helmet extended over her head, scooping up her hair along the way.
"Sure."
The trooper sat down with his back to a wall with nothing to do but wait. So much was going through his mind, so much internal conflict. He felt the urge to go and fight with the UNSC, like he was supposed to. He wanted to go with the Systems Alliance, maybe even join them. He wanted the UNSC to win the fight outside, but he didn't want the Alliance to lose either. He knew that in a major engagement, the UNSC didn't take any chances because they couldn't afford to; they attacked unknowns on sight. Most of all, he wished the UNSC and Alliance were just best friends from the start that teamed up against the Covenant.
Meanwhile, the marine raced towards the loading day with the rest of 2-1. All Alliance personnel were modified and wore battlesuits into combat since the late 21st Century, and the marine struggled to keep up with her faster squadmates, traversing the building at around 50 mph. They had just passed through a door that lead them into a hall with the 4-3 by their side. All the members of 4-3 were also faster than the marine, but she didn't mind. She would get there just the same.
All of the other marines flew into the loading bay that had been blown wide open by an M808 Main Battle Tank several seconds before their slowest companion. Her squad's AI had already designated a spot for her to take cover through their link. When she reached the same massive opened passageway her squadmates reached seconds earlier, she flew into the air towards the general direction of her cover, firing an incendiary blast from her omni-tool at a UNSC soldier, turning him and two others to ash. She landed over six yards from her cover, rolling forward and closing in two yards closer. She slid the rest of the way with extra propulsion from her biotics, whipped out her M-34 Avenger with one hand, and dropped another UNSC soldier with three unmodified mass-alternating rounds.
A mass accelerator propelled a solid metal slug using precisely-controlled electromagnetic attraction and repulsion. The slug was designed to squash or shatter on impact, increasing the energy it transfers to the target. If this were not the case, it would simply punch a hole right through, doing minimal damage. Whether the slug squashed or shattered depended on the target. If the weapon's smart targeting saw it was being aimed at a smaller object, like a head, it designed the slugs to shatter, causing the head to explode. If it was being aimed at a larger object, such as a torso, it designed the slugs to squash, causing massive hydrostatic shock. Over three centuries ago, mass accelerator was a shortened term for mass-reducing electromagnetic accelerator, but now, it was short for mass-alternating electromagnetic accelerator. In the past, a mass effect field would lighten a bullet while it was inside the weapon, allowing it to be propelled to much higher velocities than ever thought possible, but the mass effect field around the bullet dissipated after leaving the weapon. Now, after the bullet was discharged from the weapon, the mass effect field stayed with it as an envelope, keeping it lightened throughout its journey. Upon impact, the bullet's mass was increased by the mass effect field. The result was devastating, and without the proper protection, a single shot to the arm with a pistol could incapacitate a krogan.
No personal shields deterred the marine's fire, but the NxRA worn by UNSC Army troopers did protect her target from the first shot. After the 20th Century armor originally only found on vehicles was destroyed, the second round from the mass-alternating electromagnetic accelerator entered the target's chest. Without the medical systems possessed by Alliance soldiers, the unholy hydrostatic shock delivered by the now mass-increased bullet turned the UNSC soldier's abdominal cavity into mush and caused massive brain haemorrhaging. The third shot burst the target's orifices wide open, turning insides into outsides. A fourth shot would have imploded the UNSC soldier, but the Alliance marine slid all the way to her cover before she could send another round. Once in cover, she activated her omni-tool and modified her Avenger's ammunition into tungsten rounds, forming her bullets in a manner that was unaffected by any UNSC armor. She leaned out of cover to mow down two more targets identified on her mini-map by her squad's AI, the new ammo doing its horrifying job, allowing three rounds to cause the implosion of her targets instead of four. In the old days, a mass accelerator's ammunition had to be modified before a mission by removing the block of metal inside the weapon and applying the desired modification. Then, modifications could be applied at the flick of the wrist with an omni-tool, but the modifications were more mundane. Modern mass accelerators had the best of both worlds.
A flurry of M118 rounds crashed into the marine from outside her current field of view with little force, leaving her posture unaffected and her shields undamaged. She was built to withstand fire greater than a UNSC SRS99 could ever hope to deliver. It took no less than a full magazine from a UNSC MA37 to drop personal shields, which was why a single Elite could devastate an entire squad of UNSC marines. While simultaneously dropping back to cover out of habit after being hit, the marine sent a neural shock into one of the enemies firing on her. The M118 rounds may not have had enough damage output to hurt the marine, but her instincts still forced her into cover. She could see through her link that one of her squadmates had initiated a tech burst with her neural shock using an incineration blast, turning nine UNSC soldiers into ash.
The squad AI alerted the marine to an incoming grenade, and she repelled it back with her biotics while it was still in the air. Then, to send her enemies a non-verbal 'fuck you,' the marine fabricated a Mark 15 neutron grenade with its fins extended, and tossed it it forward from the safety of her cover like a discus in the direction indicated by her squad's AI. The smart grenade glided around her cover and towards her enemies, adhering itself to some heavy loading equipment four UNSC soldiers were taking cover behind. At the command the squad AI, the grenade directed a massive surge of radiation straight through the equipment, the high dosage killing all of the unshielded UNSC soldiers. The Mark 15 grenade was just a 'smarter' version of the Mark 14 grenade. With the Mark 15, an AI or VI can guide the grenade as it glides through the air by manipulating its fins. The Mark 14 already made all the grenades wielded by the Covenant and UNSC look like shit, and the Mark 15 just added insult to injury. All grenades in the Systems Alliance were Mark 15 grenades. Mark 15 grenades are all-purpose, meaning they could be modified to have any desired effect. Whether you wanted a frag, inferno, or flashbang, or something a little more exotic like a miniature neutron bomb, the Mark 15 could do it all.
A few UNSC vehicles periodically stopped in front of the loading bay to try and provide support, but they were all quickly destroyed by the M-560A2 Hydras of the Alliance defenders. The M-560A2 Hydra was the second variant of the M-560 Hydra. The original Hydra released a barrage of miniature missiles, each guided by an independent homing system that seeks out exposed enemies. On impact, three shaped-charges per missile exploded in sequence. The first overloaded the target's shields before the second destroyed its armor, clearing a path for the third warhead to detonate inside the target. With the A1 variant, on impact, four shaped-charges per missile exploded in sequence instead of three. With the A2 variant, on impact, six shaped-charges per missile exploded in sequence, two at a time. Like much of their outdated equipment, the Systems Alliance and Batarian State covertly sold the old Hydras to Terminus factions. Then, after some time passed, they came back and raided the Terminus factions for possessing military-grade weapons. First, they made a profit by selling the weapons, and then made another profit by confiscating anything they wanted during the subsequent policing actions.
One UNSC soldier fired at the marine with an M41 rocket launcher. The chemical reaction launcher sent the single shaped-charge missile flying toward the marine at insanely slow speeds in comparison to the fusion reaction launchers of the Alliance, which reached their targets nearly instantaneously at this range. The marine saw the rocket coming a mile away, and slapped it aside with her biotics in an instant, sending it off course toward another group of enemies.
The marine stood up to take another designated shot. The two soldiers she was ordered to take down were all the way out of cover, laying down as many rounds as they could. Since the late 21st Century, all Alliance soldiers had their parietal lobes replaced with synaptic processors, and the marine easily sidestepped the incoming M118 rounds, which appeared to be coming at her in slow motion, their chemical propulsion not producing nearly as much speed as electromagnetic acceleration, let alone mass-alternating electromagnetic acceleration. She shot both of the UNSC soldiers in the head. Her weapon's smart targeting recognized what she was aiming at, and its internal computer designed the discharged slugs to shatter, blowing up the two targets' heads. The marine was then ordered to teleport to another position with her biotics and attack a line of enemies with biotic reave, sucking the life out of them and transferring to her a massive boost of energy. She charged forward with her biotics at another line of enemies, killing all in her path. Upon arriving at the other side of the room, she turned and jumped into the air, bringing her fist down in the center of a group of enemies with biotic nova, blasting them into oblivion. She then teleported back to designated cover while many of her companions mimicked her actions, devastating the UNSC forces.
The marine tossed her Avenger over her shoulder, her battlesuit's magnetic field catching it in midair and sticking it to her back as it folded itself up when its internal computer realized it was being holstered. She then teleported into the center of a large group of enemies designated by her squad's AI while several other of her companions did the same, sending the enemy into disarray. The UNSC forces were not trained for such a fight, and were quickly being overwhelmed by the higher capabilities of the more advanced Alliance forces.
Once among the group of enemies, the marine flash-forged dual omni-blades with her omni-tool's mini-fabricator. The marine spun around and cleaved two UNSC soldiers in half with the searing-hot carborundum blades before the others realized they were all about to be sliced, diced, crushed, and smashed. She was no N7 melee monster, but she had two centuries on every one of the poor bastards before her, and was more than capable of brutalizing them all. They tried to resist. They failed.
There was no resistance, no friction as the marine's blades passed through the bodies of her enemies like air. She severed two heads just below the eyes, and another three right down the middle. She sliced open three chests and dismembered six limbs. Another two enemies lay dead with their bodies in two, separated at the waistline. Three were lifted into the air and brought down head first, splitting their skulls wide open. Two had their faces smashed together with incredible force, merging them in a bloody mess. Two were blown away with biotic blasts, and two more were completely destroyed with biotic strikes, their bodies exploding like grenades. One last poor bastard was not cut, but ripped in half. Before the marine teleported back to her cover, she was attacked from behind by a UNSC soldier who was somehow undetected by the squad AI. He struck her just above the waist with the butt of his rifle. Even if the force of the blow had made it through both layers of her battlesuit, battle-armor and bodysuit, she still would have been completely unaffected by the pathetic strike. All Alliance soldiers had skeletal lattices. By reinforcing the skeleton with a synthetic weave, bones could be made almost unbreakable, but not entirely so. In the event of something actually causing bone trauma, such as being shot by a mass-alternating bullet, medi-gel conduits allowed for bone regeneration in a matter of days. The marine turned around and punched the UNSC soldier in the face, killing him instantly. All Alliance soldiers had muscular microfiber weaves. Perforating the muscles with micro-fibers increased overall strength and decreased the potential for muscle damage from exertion.
A group of five UNSC soldiers, who were all as big as Alliance soldiers and wearing battlesuits entered the fight, taking cover and laying down fire. They were identified by the squad AI as four Spartan-IIIs and one Spartan-II, and were immediately designated primary targets. After one of her squadmates caught them with biotic singularity, the marine was ordered to attack with biotic warp a split-second later, killing the entire group of Spartans with a biotic explosion.
Both the Covenant and UNSC were completely unprepared to deal with the biotic and tech powers of the Alliance, which had become part of basic training after MarsGene developed the biotic induction process during the Batarian Insurrection. For a long time, enhancing existing abilities was permitted under interstellar law, but adding new abilities was not. This law was set in place by the Asari, to ensure no one could match their advantage of having natural biotic ability. After the collapse of major human governments during the Reaper War, and the subsequent reformation of the Systems Alliance, such laws were considered heinous by the Humans, who just had their asses handed to them, and wanted every possible edge they could get to prepare themselves for whoever they inevitably went to war with next.
The marine was dropping back behind cover when she was alerted that a one-way barrier was about to be set up. A semitransparent curtain was emitted between the two forces, and that was when things really went to shit for the UNSC. In unison, all of the 48 Alliance defenders stood up and unleashed their full, undeterred power upon their attackers. The fight ended three seconds later, with all UNSC forces eliminated. It was a horrific scene. Hundreds of UNSC soldiers lay dead in the wide-open loading bay, their bodies all in different states of obliteration. Some were imploded, others turned to ash. Some were eaten alive, others ripped apart. Some were melted, others shattered. Even the toughest individuals always emptied their stomachs upon their first sighting of the aftermath Alliance marines left in their wake.
One Alliance marine had his primary shields dropped by a UNSC M9 grenade, and then had his secondary shields dropped immediately after by another grenade, and then his emergency shields were dropped by one final grenade. With his shields completely down, he then took an M118 round to the lightly armored spot under his arm, but he was just fine. The bullet was able to just barely penetrate his bodysuit, but could not make it through his flesh. All Alliance soldiers had epidermal lattice shunting. Strong synthetic fibers woven through the skin dramatically reduced damage taken from most attacks. The fibers also acted as a medi-gel conduit, improving healing. The "squish skin" of his battlesuit's first-aid interface repaired the small hole in his bodysuit with some omni-gel immediately after expelling the 20th Century bullet.
"All hostiles terminated."
The transmission rang in the ears of all those tapped into the comms of Prime Company, including the ears of that lone surviving UNSC Army trooper. A lump formed in his throat and a knot twisted his stomach. When the marine returned and removed his cuffs, the trooper had a hard time looking her in the eye, especially after she retracted her helmet. The marine sat down next to the trooper with her back against the same wall. A deafening awkward silence settled over the pair for a few minutes before the marine decided to try and break it.
"How you holding up?"
"I'm okay. I guess. I'm really hungry."
"Not for long. Here, try this."
The marine handed the trooper a ball of gelatin bigger than both his fists that she forged with her omni-tool's mini-fabricator. The sight was
"What the hell is this thing? And where did you get it from? It just like, materialized in your hand."
"Yeah, omni-tools do stuff like that. Don't ask. Just give it a try. Be adventurous."
The marine managed to lighten the mood a bit and elicit a smile from the trooper. Reluctantly, he took a bite out of the ball. It was probably the greatest thing he'd ever tasted in his entire life. Upon consuming the entirety of the delicious substance, he felt as if he could take on the whole Covenant by himself.
"Whoa," was all the trooper could say.
"Yeah. That's stuff's the shit, huh?"
"Yeah, it's awesome."
"Want another one?"
"You have more?"
"Oh yeah. Hand me those shitty grenades you have."
"What?"
"Trust me. Just, give me one."
"All right."
The trooper handed the marine one of his M9 frag grenades. The grenade was broken down, reformed, and sucked into her omni-tool's omni-gel supply. She then used that same omni-gel to build another ball of the gelatin smart food. It was a powerful regenerative formula that also analyzed and adapted to the consumer's tastes. A few centuries ago, it could be dangerous to eat more than one, but now they were the healthiest food in the galaxy, and could be eaten all day. The marine handed the trooper the gelatin and then formed one for herself.
"Cheers."
The marine raised her gelatin.
"Cheers."
The trooper raised his gelatin and tapped the marine's. The gelatin also adapted to the consumer's eating style, and the trooper ate his like a solid object, taking bites, while the marine ate hers like a cream or sauce, slurping it.
"How much do you know about us? The UNSC and Covenant, I mean."
"Only that you're at war, and I'm to engage the Covenant on sight. Self-defense against UNSC aggression is obviously not prohibited, but we are not to initiate any hostilities. As for why we're here, I don't know. I really doubt the Alliance just wants to help the UNSC out of goodwill. My superiors probably have some agenda I don't know about. But then again, who doesn't? I'm sure they just want to make sure neither you nor the Covenant become a threat."
"Why would we become a threat? We're human like you."
"Human? Yes. Like us? Not necessarily. The UNSC is a separate entity from the Systems Alliance. We could easily go to war in a heartbeat, provided there is a spark, a cause for war. I don't know much about your people. I don't know anything really. But I know how hard interstellar friends are made, and how easily they can become enemies. Nobody wants that, but if it can't be avoided, the Alliance obviously will want to have a head start. I doubt the Alliance is worried about your people. No offense, but we could kick your asses no problem. You guys use some really outdated tech."
"Really."
"Yeah. What's with all the 20th Century shit? Do you guys have some kind of weird restrictions like we did?"
Unbeknownst to both the trooper and marine, the UNSC Humans had been extremely restricted with geas programmed into them by the Forerunners after their ancient ancestors were defeated in the last of the human-forerunner wars over 100,000 years ago. Without outside influence, the UNSC could not advance its military technology past the 20th Century. They could only expand upon existing technologies. Examples of this were the Magnetic Accelerator Cannon and M6 Spartan Laser, weapons technologies first developed in the late 20th Century, and refined by the United States Military.
"I don't know."
"Yeah, me neither. And it's the Covenant we're worried about. No one wants them to even think about teaming up with the Council, lest they risk starting another total galactic war. Hundreds of billions of people dead; tens of thousands of worlds gone, destroyed completely or left cold and barren. And, when it's all over, everyone's either extinct or close to it."
The conversation was starting to take a depressing turn, and this time it was the trooper who tried to lighten the mood.
"So, when's this cavalry of yours going to show up?"
"Tomorrow."
"Looking forward to it. I'm sure it'll be quite the show."
"Oh, you bet your ass it will be. The Covenant's going to shit their pants, or whatever kind of alien bull crap they use to cover themselves. Just don't get your hopes up."
"Why not?"
"Someone always gets screwed during first contact between warrior-races. I mean, the Turians didn't even try to say hi to us. They just opened fire. That's how it's going with us and the Covenant. Just hope for the best. What else can you do?"
"Yeah. I guess. "
"Yeah. And now we wait."
A/N: In Canon, Noble One, Two, Four, Five, and Six are killed by Covenant forces. Obviously, the Covenant presence on Reach has been largely suppressed, so they instead were killed by Alliance forces when they were ordered to attack the warehouse.
It should be noted that while the fins of a Mark 14 can be extended in canon – allowing the grenade to be thrown like a Frisbee – they cannot be extended in any of the games.
By 2552, the following species are extinct:
Drell
Elcor
Hanar
Quarian
Raloi
Vit'Alé (called Virtual Aliens in canon)
Volus
I will not be continuing this story for a while, not until I complete 100,000 Years Later. I just wanted to put it out there. I have a busy life, but I promise I'll finish what I started.
