I am really being generous today, three chapters. I think this story really should become a major story, but for now it is just something I do in my spare time. I like it. Hope you do to.

Are we Alone

Chapter 02: The Butcher of Torfan

Arcturus Station: October 23rd 2177, Current Time: 1745 Hours.

Hackett sighed as he looked over the report; it would seem that they were not thorough enough on getting the Council to give them the go ahead in moving into assaulting the criminal base that had been located on the moon of Torfan.

The reason they had been delayed for nearly eight months was simply because they wanted answers for Elysium. Specifically, the massacre of Elysium. It was hard to deny what had been the end result of the battle there, three thousand eight hundred corpses of pirates. Surprised they didn't mention the eighty five thousand dead men, woman and children.

But still he could understand their reasoning to a point, considering that every merc had been brutally torn apart and cut down rather than shot. With no evidence to say who had done it, sadly they couldn't say it was their own soldiers. Because there were barely thirty still on the planet and they would never resort to such savage means of dispatching an enemy soldier. Also, the fact that there were no bodies around would have made it impossible to explain.

But the only saving grace was that they had kept the boy from being discovered, no evidence remained of the incident. He was completely erased and only a select few knew of his existence, but none knew where he was. Through all their efforts he had remained completely hidden from the galactic community.

Close to a year and a half and they had no even scratched the surface of what he is, no facial recognition, not even a spec of DNA to match him to anything. It was impossible to figure out who the kid was, or what he was.

'In time, give it time and we may just learn.' Hackett thought to himself, looking over the report, he had sent a team to Akuze several weeks ago; they had come back and discovered something that gave him pause.

They may have found another one.

Akuze: September 12th 2177, Current time: 1645 (Planet Daily Rotation: 19 Hours)

Commander Gerald Warwick walked his men through the foliage; they had landed nearly an hour ago and were on route to the settlement. It had been three weeks since they had lost contact with the colony, only now had they actually gotten authorization in getting to investigate. He had fifty men with him, all outfitted for anything.

After the incident on Elysium the Alliance had started packing heavy, the risk of potential raid on more colonies near the borders of their space was too high. They had to be ready for anything, but what they found was something they could not explain.

As they entered the last mile to the settlement they registered a massive temperature drop in the area, in fact, it was snowing. Looking over their scanners they found that it was close to -25oC. That was incredibly impossible considering that the planets main temperature was meant to be in the high twenties.

"Sir? This classified as a Level One Hazard, should we continue, we aren't exactly fitted out for this," Corporal Toombs asked, looking nervous about proceeding.

"We keep going, we need to figure out what caused the loss of communications and also where this came from," Warwick said, moving forward, and his small platoon following close behind.

For the next hour they moved, their armor providing some protection to the elements but still making it impossible to block out the cold. The only thing that helped was that the cold seemed to be in the process of receding, yet oddly he was told it was melting at a very slow rate. Didn't bother to ask why, he was still shivering and didn't want to bother with a lengthy explanation why ice didn't melt when it should.

But what he did want an explanation on was when he entered the settlement, he was seeing what he was seeing right now.

The settlement was mostly intact; in fact it looked perfectly fine, aside from the snow that was covering most of it. But what really caught his eyes were the massive snaking blocks of ice that were all over the place. On closer inspection they realized that it wasn't just massive blocks of ice, no they were frozen bodies. Frozen bodies of twenty Thrasher Maws.

Everyone was on guard, seeing the bodies of twenty Thrasher Maws around you would put anyone on edge. But the fact there were twenty of them, all frozen in place and some appearing to be missing several pieces of the massive worms only made the marines more nervous. Something had to have done this, flash freezing the entire area; it was like some kind of bomb went off here.

"Search the area!"

Hackett read on through the report, according to the data the entire colony was deserted and no bodies were recovered. But they did find one thing there, a small outpost a click from the colony, with three bodies inside. All dead from exposure, and with a lot of monitoring equipment, all focused solely on the settlement.

All data was brought back and analyzed, and as soon as the cause of the incident was noted all data was confiscated and the marines were forced to take an oath of silence and make false reports. After what had just witnessed he could not allow anyone else to see it, not after what that girl was capable of. First the boy that decimated an army of pirates, now a girl who looked fourteen had just shifted the entire ecosystem of a planet with a single swing of her sword. Something was not right here.

But sadly he had more problems to deal with, he had to plan the offensive with Torfan, and that would take time. Not because he needed to gather his forces, but because in the time it took the Council to hear them out and continue to do so now, it was allowing the Batarian's to fortify their defenses.

Meaning that this battle would likely lead to massive casualties on their side, he just hoped that with more careful planning he can save more lives.

Torfon Orbit, March 18th 2178, Current Time: 0924 Hours.

It was all underway, the attack had begun and they were moving in for the kill. The Batarian's had fortified their bunkers to the point where they were fortresses, and their outer defenses were more impenetrable than the Citadel. Also they seemed to have brought on some help, mercs and 'ex-Hegemony' soldiers.

Another thing that was noticed was that they now had air defenses, something that would make this even more problematic. Without air support or dropping the troops off close to the fortification then getting the men there would be a dangerous and costly affair.

"Prepare the men for deployment, it's time we dropped the anvil on these bastards." Hackett called over the bridge, moving to his terminal and punching in a few commands. "Admiral Singh, prepare your forces, have them deploy when the anti-air guns are disabled."

"Don't worry Steven, I will get it done," Nitesh said, logging off and moving back to the view port, seeing the grey and almost lifeless surface of Torfan the aged Admiral sighed, this was going to be a bloody and costly affair.

Torfen Surface, March 18th 2178, Current Time: 1142 Hours.

It was pure hell, fighting inch by inch over the craggy and uneven ground across the barren fields towards the Stronghold. Over one thousand Alliance marines had been deployed to assault the fortress' south-east section, aiming to take out its artillery battery so reinforcements can land.

But that was proving to be difficult, as the batarian's had set up some heavy weapons to keep them from moving more than an inch or above three feet from the ground unless you wanted to be shredded. Mortars and heavy machines guns and sniper perches were all over the place, making it impossible to move through the area safely.

They had taken serious losses already taking the ground they had, two hundred had been seriously wounded and about half as many were dead.

Sniper fire rained down over them, along with thousands of rounds of mass-accelerated machine gun rounds. There was a one in four chance you wouldn't get hit, and a one in three chance it wouldn't be fatal. So there was little return fire at the moment, between the overwhelming gunfire and mounting wounded, standing up to get shot ain't a top priority.

"Colonel, we have a position where you can flank them and secure a choke point for your force to move in," The radio crackled, signalling to the commanding officer in charge of the army group.

"Marines, follow me!" Colonel Hannibal Grimsley ordered, having his men move around through cover and towards the closest over crop that sat close to a machine gun nest. If they could take that they would have an opening to get inside.

"Alright, we need to hit that gun perch, take that and we have a way in and can start taking out these bastards," Hannibal said over the comms, he looked to see the scared face of his men, he knew exactly why.

The only way to that gun perch was a twenty meter open area that gave no cover and left them completely open to enemy fire and the perch they were assaulting. More than likely most of them were going to die, and if the worse came all of them would die. Yet he knew he had to do this, if they didn't, more than just they would die.

"Form up! Wide formation, heavy's in front and weapons free and shoot anything you see!" Colonel Hannibal ordered, taking his shotgun off his lower back and pumping it for good measure.

Without another word he leaped from cover, his men following him without a battle cry or shout of protest. They knew it had to be done, and cowering would only lead to shame and death for everyone there. They made the first five meters before the first man fell, his torso riddled with holes and smeared with blood, half a second later three more joined him.

They kept running and more kept falling, bullets went flying in both directions, scoring kills on one side or the others. The Alliance took it the hardest; there were already fifty marines dead before they eventually reached the nest. Only three Batarians remained, three others were killed in the charge, small considering how many were lost.

All three were quickly gunned down by collective gun fire from the marines as they entered the nest, and taking it for themselves. But even inside they were still in danger, two more marines fell to the ground, heads blow off by snipers from further towards the fortress. The marines took cover and started reaping their own justice, sniper to sniper and machine gun to machine gun.

Slowly but surely they were turning the tide, but it was not without its cost.

"Sir, what are your orders?" One corporal asked, his question directed to Major Kyle, the current commander.

When the nest was taken they had lost Colonel Hannibal, he died in the charge and was still laying down there with several holes in his chest and one in his forehead. In the last ten minutes there had been three other commanders, two were still in the crevices under fire from the mortars and machines guns and had died within three minutes of each other. Now, Major Kyle was in charge, the current ranking officer in charge.

"Keep firing, take out the nests, the more openings we make the more our men can fight back!" Kyle yelled, ducking down as a sniper round nearly took his head off, thankfully bouncing off his kinetic barriers.

"Major Kyle, what is your status?" Admiral Hackett called over the comm, it was obvious that the fighting was starting to get fierce, and if they failed so did this operation.

"We are making headway sir, but we have lost a lot of men, nearly half, and more are wounded, we need…" Kyle started, but was cut off.

"What is your status?" Admiral Hackett called again, wanting a report and not a relay of what was wrong.

"We have secured a part of the frontal defenses, were dismantling the rest now, we will be moving onto the anti-air tower soon sir," Kyle replied, keeping himself professional after being brought back by the Admiral.

"Keep it up, Hackett out,"

For the next half an hour they fought, slowly taking out the machine gun nests and allowing them Marines a path through their defences. Contending with sniper fire and mortar rounds, but they were making progress. A little longer and they could take out the artillery tower and finally begin the main assault on the bunker.

Most of the nests that had been taken had been used to keep the wounded; over half of the marines had to be kept there because they were injured in some capacity. But they still had two hundred still able to continue and finally get to the AA-guns. But it was getting more complicated; the pirates were abandoning their others posts and coming straight for them.

Their position had been surrounded as they attempted to make for the AA-gun and finally get them offline so reinforcements could start dropping. Now they were bunkered down and holding out as more mercs and pirates descended on them from every direction.

"We need reinforcements!" Major Kyle screamed over the comm, hoping to get some men from the nests to offer assistance, but so far from the bunker it would impossible, they would need to come themselves.

"Negative Major!" Someone replied over the line. "Enemy forces inbound, unable to assist!"

The Major cursed, this was a mistake, and there was no way they could have taken this fortress without air support or reinforcements. They were all going to die on this moon and they likely were never going to get buried. This was going to be where they all die.

But then something happened, everyone felt something push down on their shoulders and for a single instant they felt as if death itself had just walked over their graves.

Hackett felt his chest tighten slightly, a horrible feeling passing through him. He looked over the bridge and saw that everyone else was hunched over slightly, as if their hearts were aching. Meaning he wasn't the only one to suffer.

"What was that?" Hackett called over the bridge, looking for an answer.

"Sir… I… I don't know, it was some kind of… matter displacement field or something…" One officer said, looking over his terminal and shaking his head in confusion and worry.

"Come again lieutenant?" Hackett inquired, moving with purpose over to the boy.

"I have no idea sir! These readings make no sense, I am detecting a massive fluctuation of unknown particles in the atmosphere yet they aren't being registered on our scanners." The officer replied, not understanding it, he could detect the strange displacements of energy in the atmosphere because of how the matter on the ground was reacting, in fact it was so huge that even oxygen and matter were being propelled away from it.

"What the hell is down there?" Hackett ordered.

"I don't know sir; it just appeared out of nowhere."

Hackett looked over the scanned and could only guess what he was seeing, showing that the actual matter and atmosphere was being replaced with another foreign force. As what they were currently seeing was the area spanning several miles was being pushed away from something.

"Where is it?"

"South-East of the bunker sir," The officer replied.

Major Kyle could barely breathe; he took in shallow and pained breaths. Every single bone in his body felt like it was on fire, and being crushed under something. He looked around to see some of his marines had passed out and those that hadn't were on their hands and knees. Was this some kind of weapon?

But with what strength he had he looked over to the pirates, they were also affected, by whatever this was. In fact he could barely keep his eyes from closing, or keeping the darkness around the edge of his eyes from taking him completely. What the hell was going on?

In a single instant it stopped, the pressure disappeared and the Major took in a deep breath. He fell to a knee and tried to regain control over his motor functions, and failed. He fell onto his back and stared up at the sky unable to lift himself up properly.

For a few minutes no one fired a shot, still reeling from what just happened. Then they felt it again, it was more subtle this time, but none the less it was there. The overwhelming feeling of dread as something monstrous was looking down at you.

Everyone was on edge, the feeling of imminent death looming over them all.

"Fucking worthless bunch you are,"

Everyone turned, the voice catching everyone in the vicinity, and everyone's gaze landed on a man in black robes with a white cloak. He had long black hair that hang down his back, with a small black eye patch over his right eye.

"I come here and expect a good fight and you all up and start dying when I show up, how disappointing."

"What… the hell?" A Marine said, backing away from the man, who somehow exuded murder and crazy.

"Hey you fuck! Where did you come from! What was this shit you just did!" A Batarian pirate said, raising a pistol from several feet away from the man, who simply turned and looked at him.

"Fuck off,"

What happened next was terrifying. The Batarian's arm dropped and then he coughed up blood, fell to his knees and face planted onto the ground. Leaving many to wonder how the hell that happened, and to be answered by the man who did it.

"You got to be kidding, are you all so weak that you can't even take it when I talk with you?" The man asked, looking annoyed.

Everyone backed off; he just killed a guy by looking at him and telling him to beat it, if he could do that. Then simply looking at him could be fatal.

"Well, since I am here, might as well get rid of you guys." He said, standing up and towering over everyone a good six feet and six inches, his single eye looking down at the remaining Alliance Marines. "Since you guys look like shit, I won't bother with you,"

He then looked up at the assembled force of pirates and mercs, smiling like a madman. His pearly white teeth sparkling and his face contorted to that of a homicidal maniac.

"I can kill you all I want, so, let's begin shall we?" His response was a missile to the face, before a barrage of heavy fire went right at him.

It continued for a full minute before everyone had to stop and let their weapons cool. As the smoke cleared it revealed the man, completely unharmed and smirking all the more ferociously.

"Is that it? Come on, throw something at me that may actually hurt me, it's no fun having a one sided slaughter." He said, looking irritated.

His response was the shifting of the AA-gun, it turned towards him and fired, the massive cannon moving to aim at the man.

"Everyone down!" Kyle yelled, watching the massive guns turn and aim at the man who simply smirked.

Then it fired, and watched as the ground simply erupted into a miniature nuclear explosion of force. Sending a powerful shockwave through the area that knocked several merc and pirates on their asses and knocked some clean out.

"The fuck! You idiot, what did you do! You could have killed us all!" A Batarian pirated yelled over the comm. "What do you mean Elysium! What the fuck does that have to do with anything!"

"Impossible…"

Everyone looked up, and watched as the cloud disperse, and instead of a crater with nothing in it. There was the man, hovering over it and with his head bowed. His clothes tattered and his body bruised and covered in gashes. He was shaking, some thought he was hurt severely, but that was not true. He threw back his head and let out a roar of laughter that chilled everyone to the bone.

"That is what I am talking about!" He yelled, glee on his face and in his voice. "Now that you got that gun there, you may actually survive against me, let's find out."

Without a word he leaped higher into the air and descended down toward the terrified pirates, drawing a jagged and worn sword from within his robes. Holding it high he slashed down, and the very ground beneath them ruptured as if an explosion had gone off right where he had struck. Those closest were thrown away, either dead from the force or the edge of the sword or knocked out by the concussive force. But it did not end there.

He emerged from the cloud, hacking and slashing, like a madman he fought against anyone around him. Shrugging off bullets and grenades like they were nothing, smiling like a madman who had nothing better to do than massacre all these people.

"Sir, what do we do?" A Marine asked, fearful as he watched the monster of a man kill his way through dozens if not hundreds of pirates.

Kyle didn't response, the sight of this man butchering the pirates was simply the last straw for him, and he simply sat down and let it happen. He couldn't watch it, he could take it anymore, he just wanted out of this, all he wanted was to go home.

"What is going on down there," Hackett called over the comms, the energy signature or whatever it was seemed to be disrupting transmissions, and worse still it was right on top of where there men were.

"I don't know sir, I am trying to get a visual,"

"What about that energy signature?" Hackett ordered.

"We are still analysing it, but it is impossible to identify what it is and where it came from." Another officer said, she was looking over the analysis and trying to get the computer to find some form of energy they could use to identify the particular anomaly.

"Sir I have a visual."

"Show me," Hackett ordered, and watched as a screen came to life and showed an orbital view of the fighting.

Immediately he knew what was happening, and he tensed when he saw the monster in this one.

"Another one…" The Admiral murmured, looking at the savage display of swordsmanship this one used.

But he looked to be much worse for wear than last seen, and then he saw why; the image was engulfed in a brilliant explosion and distorted, revealing that the man had been shot by the AA-gun. The image pulled back to see the destruction caused by the gun, a large crater formed and also created a descent wave of force.

But emerging from the cloud was the man, roaring and charging into the next closest batch of pirates that weren't dead. This continued for several seconds before another shot was fired, this one catapulting the man away before he charged back in. None the worse for wear, but the sight of his reddening skin was proof that he wasn't coming out of this unscathed.

But still those AA-guns had a massive hit to them. Those guns have a destructive kinetic force of three kilotons, meaning that the man was surviving blast and receiving only minor injuries was very disturbing indeed.

"Get me someone down there, I need to speak with the men immediately," Hackett ordered, snapping the men out of their trance as they watched the man butcher everything in his path.

"Dear god! He's fucking taking an AA gun like it's nothing!" A Marine yelled, hiding in a ditch as another explosion went off, courtesy of the AA gun and afterword's only manic laughter was heard.

"This is Admiral Hackett, is anyone receiving me?" The Seventh Fleet Admiral called over the comm.

"T-this is Captain Fulton! Admiral we need help down here, there is this… monster or something!" The currently in charge officer said, Major Kyle simply was zoned out, sitting on a rock and simply grazing at nothing on the ground.

"Captain, reinforcements are on-route, the attack in fully underway, but do not engage while that man is present, do not engage him or threaten him, do you understand?" Admiral Hackett demanded quickly.

"Sir? Is he… with us… or…?" Fulton started.

"Do you understand Captain!" Hackett demanded once more.

"Yes sir, I will keep the men back and wait for backup," Captain Fulton replied weakly, ducking down as another explosion occurred, coming from the AA gun. But not as it was expected, instead of it firing, it had been destroyed and leaping out of the wreckage was the madman in question. Landing on the roof of the bunker and laughing manically.

"It's been a long fucking while since I killed so many people, hell, it's been a while since I've seen my own blood." The madman yelled, smirking proudly before raising his sword up high. "Now, let's finish this."

A wave of energy shot out into the sky, a pillar of golden energy that seemed to warp gravity and the pressure around them. Making it lesson yet somehow grow at the same time, they felt the air in their lungs seize, yet the very earth around them seemed to crack and rise from the ground and fly around.

"Drink: Nozarashi!" He yelled and from him a massive wave of energy exploded, blinding everyone who had the strength to stand and watch.

Then from the release of energy they saw it, a huge axe with a long, cloth-wrapped handle and a tassel attached to the top. The thing was massive, as big as a damn mako and he was holding it up in his hand like it was nothing.

"Now… lets crack this thing open and see what's inside." He laughed, slamming his axe down on top of the bunker, and soon an eruption of force exploded outward as the very surface of the planet shook.

They watched in muted awe as the entire bunker was torn to pieces from a single slash, watching at the entire roof caved in and collapsed into the underground levels. Then without a word the monster of a man dropped down inside the massive hole he had created. Leaving over fifty Alliance marines waiting for reinforcements to arrive before they could even consider following that thing in there.

One hour later.

The explosions and subtle cries of the dying could be heard as they descending through the complex, the entire bunker had been gutted and destroyed by whatever had come through. They couldn't find a single body that had not been brutally or mercifully killed, they were in tattered, even just smears on the wall.

"What the fuck did this?" A marine hissed in worry, it was no surprise; the sentiment was shared between everyone in the squad, and likely everyone else who was moving through and searching for pirates.

"Keep quiet; I don't want anything knowing we're here." Colonel Laurent, she kept her eyes ahead of her, remembering the very words given to her by Admiral Hackett.

'Do not engage the anomaly, if you come into contact do not antagonise or threaten it, lower your weapons, simply state your name and your affiliation and go no further.'

But even that she did not feel comfortable running into this guy, the fact he had butchered his way through this entire facility meant nothing could stop him. Hell, even an AA gun did nothing to him, what the hell were a couple p-shooters going to do?

"You got to be shitting me?" She heard a loud expletive down the hall; she raised her hands and motioned for the squad to halt. "How the hell did I step out of line?"

Laurent motioned forward her squad, having them move forward slowly and quietly, not knowing what she would be finding.

"You came to this planet and openly engaged them, that is a violation of our laws, you are not to interfere with the affairs of these beings," She heard another voice, and slowly she found a small room that had fallen down into a large opening that had been recently created.

"Yeah, what about Ichigo and that little sister of yours, heard they got their hands dirty, since when are they able to get off scot free?" Laurent looked over the edge and she felt her breath hitch as she saw the massive beast that had caused this chaos, and another one.

The man had long straight black hair with some strange white hair decoration and wearing almost the exact same clothing as the savage looking individual.

"Rukia's actions was within self-defence; those Thrasher Maws as these humans call them attacked her, and she acted accordingly and she did not go there seeking a fight, only searching for those humans that had been killed." The regal looking man replied.

"Yeah, what about Ichigo?"

"His actions while extreme are understandable, considering his nature the deaths inflicted by those pirates would have been so appalling to his own code of honour that killing them was justifiable; besides it was an oversight to allow him to be places on a world to oversee the human race that was at risk of attack." The regal man replied with no hint of emotion. "But he was reprimanded for his actions regardless."

"He didn't get shit, they told him not to do it again and now you're throwing me to the wolves for doing what he did, fucking nerve of you people." The savage sneered with apparent anger.

Laurent watched with interest as these people continued to argue, it would seem that they were not meant to be here. But what surprised her was that they were referring to humanity, and in a way that said that these guys were not human. It begged the question, what the hell were these guys.

She heard a rock shift beside her, and looked to see one of her marines had dropped his foot in a small opening and stumbled. Turning back to see if they had noticed she realized they had, because the regal looking man was looking at her in the eyes and was standing on thin air three feet away from her.

She couldn't speak, let alone move as he simply looked at her with impassive eyes that simply acknowledged that she existed and nothing else. His hand firmly placed over his sword, she would have not thought he would be a danger, but considering the other one, this guy was not something to mess with.

"Captain Samantha Laurent, System Alliance Marine Core, Seventh Fleet, Fourth Battalion." Laurent quickly called out, a sense of dread crawling up her spine as he remained impassive and simply looked at her.

Then he turned and looked at the savage looking man and saying one last thing.

"We are leaving," the man said, turning and seemingly walking through an invisible door as his form simply shifted out of perception. The other man followed, giving off a smirk before disappearing through the same space.

Laurent sagged visibly and took in several deep breaths, that was the most nerve wracking experiences she had ever felt. Never in her life had she ever experienced something like that, to be in the presence of something so powerful, armies would mean nothing against it.

Two month later

"The Council is asking question, they want answers to what happened on Torfan," Kastanie Drescher said, looking over the order from them to answer for the subsequent massacre on the Torfan surface.

"This is ridiculous; they want us to answer for that?" Mariah Heighton shouted, looking indignant at their claim.

"Yep, in fact they want to know if this is related in any way to Elysium and also want any sensor and surveillance evidence to be presented to them as well." Ines Lindholm replied, looking at said video now, and shuddering as he looked at that manic face.

"Four of them, there are four of these things out there and likely more," Steven Hackett said.

"We got two names, Ichigo and Rukia, he seems to be the one that was present on Torfan, as the other was that girl from Akuze." Ines Lindholm stated, looking over and watching as a girl barely out of her teen years fight against Thrasher Maws, and quite literally lower the surface temperature of the area to nearly absolute zero. It was frightening the abilities these guys could use, it was impossible for them to comprehend what was going on.

"We need to figure out what these guys are and what they want," Jaro Saban said, watching the vid of the conversation between the two recent discoveries.

"His actions while extreme are understandable, considering his nature the deaths inflicted by those pirates would have been so appalling to his own code of honour that killing them was justifiable; besides it was an oversight to allow him to be places on a world to oversee the human race that was at risk of attack."

"You see that, they talk about human beings as if they aren't even the same race, are these things even remotely human or just look it?" Jaro Saban asked. "Also he said he was stationed to oversee humanity on these worlds, meaning that others could be watching as well."

"It doesn't matter now, we are here to figure out how we can keep this quiet, if the Council see this, then the Alliance will be in deep shit for the foreseeable future, those politicians will never let this die down." Hackett replied, hoping to any deity out there that they can at least keep them from finding out that the things that attacked looked human.

"What are they?" Jack Harper inquired, looking over the recent images acquired from Torfan, finding the beings to be quite similar to the unknown being that appeared on Akuze.

"We don't know, but we can be certain that their powers are above anything that is remotely possible," Miranda Lawson replied, standing off to the side of the Illusive Man. She too was staring at the different images with interest, ever since the incident on Akuze their forces have been prepping to find out what these new beings were.

"We're we able to retrieve the sample of the energy signature?" The Illusive Man asked.

"Yes sir," Miranda replied, a smile on her face and pleased slightly at the success. "It is quite powerful as well; a single atom is nearly eighteen times more energy efficient than element zero, but is hard to control."

"Continue working on it, and also see if you can use it to locate these entities, and if so, try to find measure in capturing one," The Illusive Man said.

"Is that wise sir, they are quite dangerous," Miranda said, looking at the blood thirsty maniac that seemed very content on killing everything in his path.

"Yes, if we can figure out what these beings are, then we can study them and possibly use them," The Illusive man stated, already thinking over the possibilities of having beings like these under his command, they could bring humanity to the very top.

A single solider could level entire armies, a squad could conquer planets; an army would conquer to entire galaxy.

There you have it, the plot thickens, well not really.