(Flash back: many cycles ago)

"Sybil…"

"Grand Sensei Hayden…"

"It has been quite some time since we've had last talked…"

"Yes it has…" I said as I took one last glance at the other students of our clan sparing with one another in the newly constructed dueling rooms. One of the younglings was welding a Bo staff while his opponent, two years older than him pressed on his attack with wooden replicas of dual Skanas. I tend not to linger as the gap between me and the elder began to widen….

(Present day: Five minutes after Squad deployment on Eden Prime)

(Sybil POV)

I snapped out of my thoughts as I looked up at the orange skies of this world called "Eden prime" as the ancient mechanical behemoth known as a reaper attacked the lower parts of an inhabited settlement. I glanced over my shoulder to see two of these "Geth" behind me taking aim. I deployed my cloak and left a decoy for them to shoot at as I back flipped over them; gripping my Skana prime's handle as I drew it from its sheath. I land silently as their weapons spew their deadly payloads; I feel the sword's power surge with violet lighting as I swung horizontally at them as time slowed to a standstill. They squeal their robotic chatter as their mechanical bodies are sliced in half by one clean stroke of my heated blade, separating their precious molecules that made up their forms.

I immediately plunge my hand into the gaps that I cut and rip out their internal components that power these machinations. Crushing them in my hand as my Warframe absorbs its precious energy to feed its abilities. I pause for a second and turn my attention to the other noises of war, three humans locked in battle with several other enemy machines like mine. Then I saw her, the one I met in the space between spaces and I could tell she needed my assistance. I grabbed my bow the "Paris prime" from my Warframe's back mount, unfolding itself in my hand and knocked a triangular broad head arrow at my allies quarry. I selected the machine carrying the bulbous long rifle as it trained its sight on my ally known as "Sheila". I released the bolt and watch as it sailed silently through the air impaling the mechanical proxy to the cliff face, then shredding it apart in an explosive fireball. "I have destroyed you, a deadly shot from nowhere"

because I am Specter Prime…

(5 meters from Sybil's position)

Rebooting…

Systems check...

Power at 45% and dropping...

Armor integrity at 15%, multiple breaches detected...

Alert: activate repair protocols immediately!

Nanite repairs commencing...

Caution: Power at insufficient levels…

Override accepted: Rerouting power…

Danger: Current power requirements will shut down life support systems…

Recommendation: Tap into external power supplies nearby…

(Transor POV)

'Great' I thought to myself, but the problem is that where nearby power sources where out of reach and I was pinned under some wreckage of a mantis gunship. 'Well when in doubt just spam power drain.' I managed to raise my free hand and activated my omni-tool's drain function. Lightning bolts spewed out from the nearby electronics and generators and straight into my energy drainer Omni-tool. The debris that covered me was vaporized into nothing but glowing blue sludge; my HEV RIG armor immediately began to draw the goo into the cracks, dents, and smashed components along with the torn protective mesh. 'Now that's out of the way lets go find the others…' I moved out towards the cargo trains. My HUD began to fee me the current locations of my other teammates, however only five where transmitting a signal. I already know the Prothean beacon had been moved, but that was not our objective, A few months before my deployment I came in contact with a message holding data that contained several locations of powerful non-Prothean technology.

As I scanned and copied it I notice one of those locations was on this colony, so our mission was clear. Prevent everyone from obtaining them, or risk creating a series of anomalies that can shatter the fourth wall, literally. I heard an inhuman yell followed by sounds of gun fire in the distance; I grabbed a pulse rifle off an offline Geth as I made my way towards the loading docks to check out what happened. 'A nice place for an ambush ...' I thought as I entered the yards, my radar picked something off to my left. I rolled out of the way as a three shot burst from an incisor sniper rifle punched several holes in a cargo crate beside me. 'That's anti-material ammo. There is only one woman who likes using that that, well one Turian woman.' I turn my attention to an alien figure standing on the upper cliffs; her name is "Arcadia Arnokas", lone survivor of Shanix's arctic massacre.…

Arcadia POV

"Jeez Louis! What the (censored) Arcadia!" Transor shouted in surprise, "Sorry I wasn't aiming at your helmet, you had a Geth hunter behind you," I replied sarcastically. I couldn't tell what expression he had in his face behind that helmet, but I could guess he was surprised that the hunter that was stalking him uncloaked in a puddle of white goo. "Uh thank I guess…" he said, "just check your fancy radar next time." I joked at him. "Hey who up there with you?" he asked quizzically, "OH just a specter with his face messed up… his name is Nile? Nyan? Neo? I don't know, his name started with an N. Oh and there was a cyborg Turian here that was going to kill him but I shot his arm off before he could." I saw some movment on the horizon was a small squad of figures approached us."Wait! you mean Nihlus Kryik is still aliv…" that was all he could say as the sound of several rifles and pistols unfolding cut him off. Three Alliance soldiers, another one of them bearing the N7 emblem, along one burly looking armored Merc had their guns trained on him. "I'm Commander….." she was about to say when Transor cut her off. "Jane Shepard of The Systems Alliance, Sheila Colton, and Kaden Alenko," He said with up most precision, "Who are you and who is that Turian?" Shepard barked at him, "I can answer that." I said as I slid down the cliff face with Nihilus over my shoulders. I could see they uneasy of my presence to my capabilities I exhibited in front of them. "I am Ex-Major Arcadia Arnokas, Armiger Legion Sentinel, I was sent to supervise operations for the beacon transfer when my men were attacked by the Geth." I looked over my shoulder at Transor "I found this Quarian out in the middle of the landing area when we where evacuating the locals, he has been a big help in dealing with the Geth, not to mention finding what they were after."

Shepard simply looked between me and Transor for a while before she made her decision, "Alenko, Shelia, Williams, stand down." The other three did what she said "You too," she barked at the armored merc known as Vanderfield. He lowered his weapon as well, though he still was ready at the moment's notice, "Is that...?" Shepard asked. I lay the wounded specter on one of the shipping crates on next to her, "Yes, its Specter Nihlus Kryik, I spotted him and another Turian, planning to shoot him point blank in the back of the head. I land a shot on him before he could take Nihlus out, but he did manage to blast the right side of his face." I explained to her until I heard Kryik mutter some words out. "Hey are you alright Nihlus?" I asked as he raised his head up, "Up in a few seconds sir," the comatose Turian said before flopping down again. "He's lost a lot of blood; you have a ship with medical care?" I asked, "Yes, I can have two of my squad escort him back to the Normandy. But we need to hurry whoever did this to him has gotten a head start on the beacon." Shepard responded urgently. We had Vanderfield, Ashley, and Transor escort Nihilus back to the extraction point meanwhile I traveled with Sheila, Alenko, and Shepard to the beacon.