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Here is the next instalment.

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If I did why would this be a Fan Fic, LOL?

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7.0 This is not the end.

The dawn came over the busy city, the normal hustle and bustle, and the events of last night ended with the departure of Rey and Nav'iel.

The street as usual, neon lights glowing overhead and the traffic of shuttles moving over through the city's elongated structures. No one had ever noticed the movement in the industrial section, there was a sudden increase of people, but the city's populace couldn't care less, these new people seemed secluded only to themselves, they had removed any unwanted guests and neighbouring gangs seem to vanish.

Though the area surrounding the industrial district was not far from the main centre it was disregarded as not important and was quickly ignored.

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Rey walked along the roof of one building watching the city below, he and the survivors were planning well ahead, Nav'iel had gone to contact the migrant fleet and the marines were trying to fit some new gear on, they had also managed to salvage a ship, though it wasn't as fancy or great, it was good conditioned.

There was still the fact they needed another three vessels for the entire force, and that was why they were buying ships, another two more and they would be able to launch their operation, the migrant fleet was coming to cut a deal with them.

They needed as much assistance and allies as possible, and if they had a small fleet of ships and a good cover story they could take the fight to the citadel, but that was still in progress.

The colonel was talking with the remaining crew about the operation, Nav'iel explained that the citadel sensors were capable of detecting virtually anything, with the exception that the only way in would be by the lower wards.

The plan was still in progress but a solution was necessary, if they could hold the council hostage, they could bring the war to an end, and a quick treaty and ceasefire would save many lives, or prove disastrous.

Moving back to the stair case of the roof, Rey made his way down the stairs, inside the marines and crew were preparing for their departure, crew were loading supplies and techs were gearing the ships up.

The vessels were found to be very fragile, so they had to extend the vessels capable strength, they also had to take into account about the vessels mass effect core, something that they had just encountered, so Heather and Mathis were both needed to regulate programs in keeping them stable.

The techs were having the hardest of time, the mass accelerators of rifles were the most intriguing of advantages and needed to be considered in use, their own rifles used a mass driver type of design and had to compete with the galaxies.

The kinetic barriers were also being installed in all the armours, Rey hadn't needed to worry too much about it seeing as his resonance field barriers could with stand more punishment than the average tank.

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Nav'iel had just finished sending the message from a private com terminal being watched by the AI Heather, she made sure no one could have possibly listening, and when the line went directly ahead the admiralty board was stunned over the agreement.

They had argued about a number of things, this was just adding to the fire, they UNSC was willing to negotiate with them about and such things as assistance, they'd be able to retake their world or be offered a new world, there was many options available, the board decided, a small escort fleet would be on approach to retrieve the survivors.

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Duran was sitting on a chair setting his new suit on a table, a quarian environmental suit, he had no idea how anyone could live like the quarians, inside a sealed bottle. He and the others necessary for the mission were being measure up, they were needed to confront the council, and Rey was going to be for support, there was no suit large enough for him.

Setting the suit aside with its glass mask, he loaded a clip of his M6, and checking his assault rifle.

The colonel was going to provide a distraction while they struck at the heart of the citadel, hopefully to avoid any pressure of the enemy forces.

If things went bad they could always surrender.

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"We cannot surrender, pull the fleet to L9, we'll come back around." Jacob yelled.

The fleet had engaged the turian hierarchy forces that were invading Shanxi, they found themselves outgunned 2-1, 49 ships were engaged against only 19.

Waves of missiles and MAs passed each other in space, Jacob was sure that if there ever was a battle as bad as the one he was in at the very present moment, it had to be better.

"Captain, we have thirty more signals, estimated size and shapes suggest some kind of support fleet, we can't stay here, we've lost more than half sir."

"The relay this message to all vessels, pull back towards L9 and bring the fleet to bear, we'll push back as soon as possible, but for now they're on their own." He said with disappointment, he didn't like the idea of leaving fellow troops behind.

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David Anderson cleared the shrubbery, his breathing heavy as he rushed down the park; he could hear the fighting not so far from here, the turians were pushing hard, but not enough to break them.

It wasn't until a shell landed only a few meters away that Anderson ducked, it was followed by a footsteps, he looked at the figures feet, two large black armoured boots sat right in front of his face, looking up he could see who it was.

"Hey soldier you ain't going to be any safer sleeping on the ground boy." The dark skinned man offered his hand, Anderson took it.

"Sir, aren't you?"

"Yeah I'm Avery Johnson, Sargent Johnson, boy." Johnson said.

"Jesus, I never thought that you would."

"Come back from the grave, hell marine it takes a lot more than a laser to the face to kill me, I am one mean green motherfucking machine." He said, the bravado was practically smoking off of him.

"So how are you here?"

"That's classified, and unavailable, let's just say, hell and back." He said taking another puff out of his ridiculously large cigar.

"So where do we go sarge?" Anderson asked.

"Easy, Hawk you there?"

"I'm here." Anderson looked above to see the outline of the chopper, it set down a few feet away.

"So does that answer your question?"

"Sure does, let's get going."

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Williams watched as another wave of marines held the line, the turians landing zone was rigged with explosives, but due to their unpredictable tactics they began to push into the far western lines.

His front here in the main capital was not as good as elsewhere, command had ordered the withdrawal of the fleet, and the turians were landing in more troops.

The situation was unlike that of the covenant war; just that their enemies were far less capable in space combat, yet made this up with many numbers.

"Dammit, call back the second armoured regiment and reinforce the fifth marines with the reserves." He ordered.

"Sir yes sir."

He had been watching the tactical display of the battle, his men were stretched thin across the field, and without support soon, he and his men would have to withdraw into the city.

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"Kicking split face ass, marines." Johnson yelled as he gunned another three turians down with the 50.

Anderson watched the old war hero sergeant chewing apart the turians like the end of his cigar, and it was tough.

He and Johnson just landed a few minutes before to support B Company, but when they landed, they realised B company was just a tactical team.

Private Preston Marlowe

Marlowe had joined the army declaring "Runs in the family, I guess." After crashing an attack helicopter into a general's limo, Marlowe is sent to the 22nd Army Company, or "Bad Company". General Braidwood, their new commander, refers to their new placement as "Special Activities Division", but continues to ask for their "unorganized, unorthodox, and lethal" tactics.

Private Terrance "Sweets" Sweetwater

Private Terrance Sweetwater, the technician of the squad, joined the army for a scholarship. Having a keen sense for technology, he expected not to do any fighting, but after being sent to Bad Company, he hoped to get out as quickly as possible.

Private George "Hags" Haggard Junior

Haggard joined the army to blow things up. After blowing up "the biggest ammo dump this side of Shanxi", he was sent to Bad Company where he continued to blow things up. He doesn't seek to get out of the army anytime soon.

Sergeant Samuel "Sarge" Redford

Redford was the first person to volunteer to join the company, promised early discharge from the army. But he stays on now due to the turian invasion.

With Bad Company they have to deal with the more rough and tough opposition, which is where they now have to assault the turian base of operations.

"Hey Sweets can you see anything there?"

"For the last time no, there's no sign of movement just wait will you?"

Anderson felt that this was going to be a long day.

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END FOR THOSE WHO LOVE BAD COMPNAY