A/N: I figured I'll respond to reviews backwards chronologically because it's been too long that I don't remember the last one I responded to.

Guest1: Yes? I think? This story is based on two different games so I would think it would be somewhat gamey?

Cant Catch This: Thank you. Hold on, can't be spoiling things now!

Coment9: Thanks.

The human ships in this story I've primarily based on Space Pirate Captain Harlock and Space Battleship Yamato. The ships of all factions at the very least move in space, in the atmosphere and water. I specialised the factions so the Soviets have numbers, stealth and access to other dimensions, Foehn has the advantage in the atmosphere and the Allies still retained their time manipulation advantage.

All the aliens humans have found so far are neutral to the big threes rivalry and their citizens enrol for whatever army they prefer.

The ground armies of the humans are at this point in the story are decentralised. Most planets are protected by a Planetary Guard whose funding and technology depend on the planet itself. Only the unorganised Frontier Worlds get a more centralised military presence. The Soviets generally have more numbers, both in terms of manpower and supply. Foehn has a lot of supplementary robotic troops and the most efficient economy which could outproduce either of the other two powers alone. The Allies are less centralised than the other two but because of that their military designers have been competing with each other within the Allies and are the most prepared for war.

If you were asking for aesthetics on the human's armies, then the Soviets look more round and curved, Foehn has a lot more edges and corners while the Allies have the more 'modern' look. The colour schemes beyond the obvious faction colouring are usually adapted to their environment, such as forest camo in the forest, desert camo in deserts, etc.

Humans, whether they're from Earth or not, are definitely not still the same.

Guest2/Shadow Sword: I don't think I'm anywhere close to a big Mass Effect writer like ProfFartBurger I certainly appreciate you thinking of him when talking about my work. The Council in all renditions whether intentional or not are pricks, so yes writing them getting their arses served to them on a silver platter is sweet. Cheers to you too!

ntokozosiban: Yes, I will continue this story.

Thank you so much for saying so. Yes, I'll do so and yes I still use this account.

Just a Crazy-Man: Thanks.

Moonreaper666: Well the Reapers have numbers and the element of surprise for now. Yes, I have a story planned separately from the Reapers.

Guest3: Yes, I think I'm still alive anyway.

Guest4: Yes the Humans and CC races are equal in terms of technology. Red Alert humanity is bonkers in terms of innovation but the three hundred years I gave them is still nothing to the several millennia the CC races have been developing their technology.

Guest5: Thank you.

BrotherCaptainSheperd: Well for being my first piece of writing posted online, it being okay, for me is great. Thanks. That scene is a given, though keep in mind there are 3 Human governments in this world.

Pink Pidgeon: Thanks for the advice, several people also said similar things so I followed through. The Prologue used to be one long 35,000 long chapters, so I divided it into three parts.

Tehpootisman: Hmmm. Boob Cobras? That sounds better than the Asari anyway. It's good to know that my inclusions weren't the weirdest seen among Mass Effect Fan Fiction.

amerdism: Thanks. I was planning on adding them as Codex Entries as the chapters went but a single chapter dedicated to that seems reasonable.

Ronan Kenshin: Thank you.

Guest6: Thanks. Hey, I had to keep my potential powers list open, I admit there are a lot though.

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May 7th 2341 CE.

In orbit of Shanxi.

07:09. Shanxi Standard Time.

"Captain! Our vessels are approaching 40,000 kilometres in orbit of the inhabited planet." Dhasvin's Lieutenant saw fit to inform him.

"Good. Putting ourselves between the primitives garden world and their sole remaining ship lowers the odds of them firing at us." It was a simple tactic really, one that was taught to them in the first week of the officer's academy.

Dhasvin looked upon a visual representation of the primitive's homeworld on his Omni-tool. A further course of action already on the mind.

"Lieutenant! Place our ships in orbit right above their capital. We'll make a show of it."

"Yes Captain!", the Lieutenant responded. And like a taskmaster, he swiftly had the crew set to their new objective. A crew who hours before had been on the verge of capture and sure imprisonment by the Turian military.

As his crew were hard at work, he saw the primitive city through his own window. A small enough city if it could really be called as such.

"Hmm. It's not much. But I didn't really expect much anyway from these primitives. No matter, Lieutenant make for a landing on the surface."

"Captain, we're approaching near the city. There appears more of a heavy build-up of dense infrastructure in the city than initial appearances would suggest. I apologize Captain but our landing craft won't make it through there."

"Then make a landing anyway, you useless pile of Volus shit! Land just outside the city if you must! Have you not thought of that?" Such an outburst would be "unseemly" to other militaries. But right now, they were 'pirates' and supposedly had to answer to no one. They had to report to no one. And his subordinates could almost certainly complain to no one. They could put up with it or become very acquainted with the airlock.

His lieutenant as far as he could tell would make a face, like a child. Thankfully for him, he turned away and didn't make a show to the crew of his minor insubordination. That at least he would appreciate. The Lieutenant was too competent to simply set aside like the chattel.

"Are the planets communication been jammed?"

"Yes, Captain. For the most part. All frequencies that our ship is capable of jamming are operating optimally. But several unusually high frequencies are beyond our capabilities to jam.", his Communications Officer chirped.

He gave it some thought but decided to move past it. "Leave it be. The closest help they would find is the Turian colony we left behind. Any distress signal they send would only reach someone years later."

Dhasvin thought to give his men a few words before being the first Batarians to discover a new species. And what discovery it would be for them indeed. He activated his fleet-wide communicator.

"Men, this is your Captain speaking. Right now, we stand on the precipice of a new age for the Batarian people. A species of primitives would be guided under the wing of the Hegemony. Once we cow these aliens into submission, we shall return them to the Hegemony and be lauded as heroes!" His crew on the bridge gave a cheer, and from the sound of the communicators throughout the fleet did they also cheer.

He couldn't help but smile. His troops had been riled up. Their objective was within their grasps. Now with some exotic new thralls, he and his crew would be swimming in credits. All of this was confidently confirmed in his mind as he watched the fleets shuttles descend into the planet's surface.

May 7th 2341 CE.

Shanxi Planetary Guard HQ,

Shanxi 12,

Shanxi City,

Shanxi.

07:30. Shanxi Standard Time.

Exactly 40 minutes ago a distress signal from the Shanxi Defense Fleet had sent the entire planet from Yellow to Amber to Red Alert. This wasn't a good day for Commander Julija Serafimova of the 2,996th Infantry Brigade. Obviously, it wasn't a good day for anyone on Shanxi. Especially the good men and women who had perished already at the hands of these invaders.

If the initial reports had any insights on these invaders, it would be how indiscriminate they were with attacking the ship's, as they showcased around the Tuning Fork. The Yuht Research Vessel, the Defense Fleets ships, Escape Pods and even a few unlucky civilians and corporate vessels simply in their path. This did not bode well. For a people to be this antagonistic while being FTL capable was not only a risk to Shanxi but all the known galaxy.

They were simply brutish and uncaring. And five minutes ago, they were within the orbit of her planet, her station, her charge and her city. The Command Centre of Shanxi City was lit with activity and buzzed with life. A flurry of commands trickled down directly from her to her Lieutenants then throughout all the planet. This was the first planetary invasion from a foreign power in centuries and it showed. The municipal authorities and militiamen of the planet were slow to respond. She was just thankful that it was daytime in the more populous half of the planet.

The manpower and their quality weren't the only problems to plague her. The military hardware they were given was sorely lacking. Their most sophisticated equipment being decades out of date at best. Sadly, such was the case throughout the galaxy. With only the best going to the frontier systems, ironically separatists and mercenaries generally are better equipped than her soldiers were right now.

Despite the objectively militaristic nature of modern society compared to histories more peaceful times, they right now were undoubtedly unprepared. The peaceful times namely being the 1960s and 1970s, even if the decades after those were the least peaceful.

Her face was a modicum of composed. But her face had barely held the facade of composure. True she and all commanding officers had to train for contingencies such as this, but she seriously never expected an invasion such as this to happen on this planet of all planets. She was the Commander and the weight of it all was getting to her. Now until reinforcements arrived, she was the highest-ranking military individual within the system. And with a declared state of crisis and martial law enacted, she was the highest-ranking individual period.

The pressure within her head had been building up over the course of a few hours and a burst of psionic energy exploded from her mind. The burst through was only strong enough to have been sensed by other psionics within the room and no further. She was a Chrono kinetic, and admittedly a poor one at that. Her powers gave her a minor advantage in combat training but evidently not enough of an advantage as she couldn't qualify to enter Spetsnaz training even with her powers. Her case of Chrono kinesis was too minor to be inducted into PsiCorps and her training in it too poor for her to even control it properly.

Right now, though? She was thankful for the small reprieve the slowing of time gave her. Whether that power was truly needed right now was debatable. While every citizen of the planet right now was in inherent danger from the invaders, she knew her response was simply stress-induced. The world around her had slowed down to a crawl. The command screen in front of her drew to a standstill, field reports filtered to her from her communications officers had for a moment ceased. In moments such as these, she took her time to still her thoughts. While her body too had stood still in time, her mind relative to real-time had raced.

She took full stock of the status of her forces once more. In the same manner that she could not control the activation of her power, she couldn't stop it either. Command Julija took full advantage of it for as long as she could. The civilians for the most part was safely evacuated. Most of Shanxi City's citizens were safely within the city's underground emergency shelter. And if they weren't, they were on their way.

The citizenry not within the shelters was either outside of the range of them or within the hospitals. The hospitals had remained open and were ready to take in any coming casualty. The hospital staff were by protocol, ordered to stay and by their credit they did remain. Many patients were in too critical of condition to be even moved. The citizens in the countryside were most vulnerable, especially where the invaders landing craft was about to make an entrance, a small farming town by the name of Pingyuan.

Evacuation progress in minor cities across the planet we're going more smoothly than in comparison to Shanxi. There were already some minor road accidents and a small riot in the northeast. The riot was thankfully only composed of hooligans and criminals, but they could easily impede any infantry company she would send to defend the city from that direction.

The city itself had no military defence platforms within it. It was rather unfortunate but as the planet wasn't a shield world or fortress world, she wouldn't have had such permissions to have built any days ago. She hoped that her garrison of ten thousand could protect the tens of millions of citizens on the planet.

Her command centre now was understaffed as she had already sent out the 3rd, 4th and 6th company throughout the city. Whatever Reserves and Veterans she had screened through the evacuees had reinforced the 2,996th with the 13th, 14th, 15th and 16th companies as new additions. Those companies had been deployed and garrisoned near the district's they were evacuated from. There was no greater motivator to fight than the defence of your own home.

With her eyes finding a rather interesting report which had slipped her attention earlier, she was very surprised. An Engineer squadron with the 4th Company had found some operational military vehicles at the local Museum of Military History. They were awaiting further orders from the Commander and she could see why. They found a Second World War Mammoth Tank. A true relic but considering her lack of any true armoured assault vehicles it was a true blessing. She would leave the prayers for later, for now, she couldn't help but smile.

Time resumes moving once more.

May 7th 2341 CE.

Ford Family Property,

Pingyuan,

Shanxi City,

Shanxi.

07:24. Shanxi Standard Time.

Ashton should have been more careful. He should have been more vigilant, cautious. But no, no one knew an emergency of this size would be right in his backyard. There was no use in beating himself up, he had to be in the now. He had friends and a livelihood to protect.

"Mil!" Ashton called out to the eldest farmhand there. "Gather everyone inside. Six people aren't here right now, call them. Once everyone's accounted for bar the entrances of the house."

Waiting for a second for her to acknowledge her role as leader he makes his way to where the nearest ship was burning through the atmosphere too. He opened his phone and all he was met with was the emergency frequency overwriting the whole of Shanxi's internet.

With a Soviet 'Please Stand By' image the message "Red Alert: Contingency Violet Dawn". Ash almost stopped in his tracks at that. Contingency Violet Dawn was a scenario of the threat of invasion from 'foreign entities'. It was a general term and from just common sense he had guessed it was in case of Epsilon's return. He exited that message and a military prompt requested his trooper number. When he entered his number all mission-relevant data was given to him. Thankfully these invaders were unconfirmed to be Epsilon and most likely more alien. He wasn't so sure at this point if that was a bad thing.

He supposed he wasn't the smartest tool in the shed but one of the few subjects he studied to heart was the military manual given to him at conscription. He had served his time and now counted as a Reserve to the Shanxi Planetary Guard. He could go to the security office in town or dig in here at the farm and wait for any Shanxi forces that come by. He kept his military-issued equipment away from the house in one of the utility sheds. When he entered the farmers tutoring program the government saw fit to secure his property given his competency as a soldier. They had a 'Security' Drone to protect the farmhouse proper.

He heard a crash as he saw the shuttle crest over a hill just ahead. He sprinted faster as he drew closer to the specific utility shed in the corner of his hydroponics field. He grabbed a specific electronic key from his key chain and opened the shed. A layer of dust had covered everything. His armour and arms hadn't seen the light of day in years. There was no time to waste. Even under live-fire training, he wasn't as fast as he was now. He put on his rubber boots and gloves, his insulating armour, his helmet and finally his Mobile Tesla Charger.

Just after closing the shed, he kept a lookout for these invaders.

He saw smoke from a presumed crash behind the hill and atop that hill figures were standing. As he was a Tesla Trooper his visor had no telescopic view built-in. He couldn't exactly make out their features beyond that some of them were bleeding. He could tell he was spotted by one of them. The teal coloured one-pointed in his direction and their squad fanned out.

His hydroponics fields weren't laid out in a simple grid pattern. That he was thankful for. His hydroponics tents were arranged in a near maze-like pattern, taking full advantage of the different soil qualities that his crops all needed. Now doubly to his advantage was that this was his farm. He had a home-field advantage.

Ashton winded through paths in between the polytunnels, oxygen tanks and taking care not to trip over water pipes. He saw an initial five aliens atop the hill. He kept close to the tunnels. Hoping if the glare of the sun didn't keep him hidden enough that the heat from greenhouses kept him from sight. It was possible either way that the aliens used thermal vision, but that was hopeful. The tunnels themselves have actual cover, the plastics were made to withstand winds and rain, not weapons fire.

His suit kept his breathing cold but the exhaust itself created a certain amount of noise. It was useful on this hot day but not for successful reconnaissance. He hoped everyone had safely made it inside.

He had kept track of three of the aliens who were getting increasingly frustrated at being lost. The one directly in front of him was finally fed up and chose to cut his way through the tunnel in between them. Ashton locked his vision on the alien and as it gave what he guessed was a surprised look, Ash fired his weapon. The left-arm pointed towards the target, targeting the computer observing his line of sight and then ten thousand volts of electricity flow through the alien.

He knew his electricity well, initial all the alien's muscles would spasm before its heart would stop. The points of entry and exit begin to burn and so would the rest of its body radiate from those points. The water in its body burns and the sound of such and all the screaming he did was sure to alert his friends.

The closer one of the two he spotted saw him and was quick to point his gun. Fortunately for him, the alien realised he needed to reload. The sound of the tesla weaponry must have spooked the soldier. These aliens were carrying themselves more like street thugs rather than soldiers. He wouldn't live to finish reloading his weapon as two hundred times the lethal dose of electricity coursed through his veins.

As the charred corpse slumped to the ground a third and fourth alien rounded a tunnel. These were smarter than their friends, they kept covering. Although the tunnel provided them little cover the two of them were too far away for the Tesla Trooper. And now he had lost track of the other alien from the first three he spotted.

Ashton leapt away from the fire of the pair of aliens and crouched back to draw them closer. As some of the blind fire of the aliens grazed armour it ricocheted off an oxygen tank and gave him an idea. These tanks were bought second hand from a spacecraft supplier and were primarily used for particularly oxygen hungry plants. Any one of them would suit his needs so he would just wait for the prime time for the pair to pass by one.

The two aliens were persistent though. They kept away at a consistent distance cautious of his weapon. Ashton decided on a different approach. Within sight of the aliens, he went through one of the tunnels and kept the doors on both ends open. Just before he passed through the second door, he turned on the sprinklers of the tunnel. He could hear the deep guttural laugh of the two.

They had no clue that they played right into his hand. As they were about to say something in their own language, most likely a quip, he shot out his tesla bolt towards them. The electricity forked through the mist of water from the sprinklers and connected not to the aliens but just short of them and directly on an oxygen tank. If the force of the explosion wouldn't kill them the shrapnel surely would.

Before he could celebrate for long the fifth and last alien made himself known by butting his rifle into his back. The wind got kicked out of him and he fell to the ground out of breath. The alien looked hysterical, his voice and language foreign to him but the emotions were not. The fury and indignant rage in his voice needed no translation. He would have surely pulled the trigger if not for a metal blur tackling him to the ground.

Ash pulled himself up and saw the invader wrestling against a drone. It was a Terror Drone of all things. He had all the luck in the world to have it not directed at him. The drones razor blade appendages made quick work of the soldier's armour and tore into his flesh.

As he got to his feet a still bloodied robotic spider scuttled in front of him and it spoke. "Ash! Are you alright?! I gathered everyone inside as promised but then there was an explosion th-", started who he guessed was Mil.

"Buzz off! I'm trying to control this thing and any wrong move means I might just kill Ash by accident!", so it was Reggiano who was operating the "Security" Drone Ashton figured. Ash inspected his surroundings for any more out of this world's goons. Happy enough that they were alone he inspected himself and found his suit in less than perfect condition but no compromises in his insulation.

He took a second to take in deep breaths thankful his suit had a filtered breathing apparatus. With a clearer head, he looked to the still waiting drone. With its rotund eyes, he almost expected it to shake off the gore like a puppy but then remembered who was behind it.

"Reggiano, thank you for the assistance."

"You're welcome." He could almost hear the pride in her tone but he was quick to add a question.

"Do you have a licence to operate a Terror Drone?" The cameras certainly couldn't see through his helmet but everyone in the farmhouse could feel his expression.

"Uhm... No?"

He sighed.

"I have a licence to drive several other vehicles though, you should know, everyone here treats me like a chauffeur."

"Reggiano. A combined tractor licence is not conducive to military-grade drone operation. Have you ever used a drone before?"

"Actually yes. I've competed in several drone racing competitions before it's very-"

"Stop! Stop. Just- just call the neighbours- call the San Cruz's, the Yans, the Syomkin's and the Smiths make sure that they're alright. After that call the police, let them know one of those aliens dropped a ship onto our property, then call the insurance company and then ask if four-eyed pirates cover our policy. Okay?"

"O-okay."

He just hoped that his friends didn't see much gore while using that thing.

"And please just leave that thing in sentry mode around the property!"

He didn't need any accidental mauling's or goring's on the farm. How did they manage to start that thing up? That was the real mystery to him. He and the aliens little brawl caused more damage than he could imagine the girls could manage in all the time they were here. As he watched the little drone stiffen up and quickly scuttle away, he assumed it had gone off to patrol the property. Surveying the damages done to the property he crested the hill to investigate the crash site.

Codex Entries:

The towering statues of two Conscripts that adorn this structure is meant to inspire awe and pride into any soldier serving the Soviet cause. A compact and instantly recognizable building, the Soviet Barracks allows a commander to train basic and advanced Soviet infantry. It also allows the construction of basic defences. The more Barracks are on the field, the faster infantries are trained.

Conscript - Conscripts are men and women drafted into service for the Soviet armies. With Soviet forces pressured to churn out an ever-increasing number of troops, Conscripts are often poorly equipped and only have the most basic military training. They are very cost-effective however and are often trained en masse for use in human wave tactics. Conscripts can garrison buildings to increase their rather low survivability.

Conscript Reserves - Reserves are men and women who have successfully passed their 6 months of basic training and 5 years of mandatory service without seeing live combat. Reserves are generally better trained but are no less poorly equipped. The lack of major warfare in the wider galaxy has let the funding of defence forces fall by the wayside. Most Soviet citizenries have been conscripted into the army at one point in their lives. The majority enter conscription either after secondary level education or after tertiary level education.

Flak Troopers - Flak Troopers are the main anti-armour and anti-aircraft infantry of the Soviet armies. The position of Flak Trooper is one of the lowest in the Soviet army, even compared to the Conscript divisions. Former convicts or the homeless were gathered in massive training camps to get crash courses on how to use their personal flak cannons. Their "payment" for service in the army is generally either housing and food or freedom after their service. Needless to say, not many people live long enough to see that payment.

Attack Dog - A dog is a man's best friend. This age-old adage is proven time and time again with the effectiveness of military attack dogs. Trained to attack enemy troops with no remorse, these canines are a threat to any infantry on the battlefield. Most civilian and Allied organisation utilise the German Shepherd breed of Attack Dog. Their speed, excellent swimming ability, and above-human perceptiveness make them excellent scouts. It also allows them to sniff out enemy spies effectively. Unfortunately, to make sure the dogs can remain agile, they are equipped with only the lightest armour. They are completely helpless against defences and vehicles.

Siberian Husky Variant - With a thick fur coat and incredible survival instinct, the Soviet Attack Dog is capable of surviving in even the most bitter of winters. Enemies are wise to keep their infantry away from Attack Dogs to prevent unnecessary mauling. Light on their feet and great swimmers, the dogs serve as excellent reconnaissance units. Like their Allied cousins, they can sniff out enemy spies effectively and are just as vulnerable to vehicle and structures.

Engineers - Engineers are a vital part of any military operation, whether it's instantly repairing friendly structures or bridges, capturing neutral or enemy buildings, or defusing bombs planted by enemy insurgents. Though an Engineer has many uses, he is unarmed, and so is often a priority target for enemy forces. Additionally, all Engineers can capture empty vehicles and tech structures instantly.

Tesla Trooper - The natural evolution of the GWWII-era Shock Trooper, the Tesla Trooper series of soldiers are better armoured and armed than his predecessor's thanks to advances in tesla technology, thus maintaining their position as one of the Soviets best anti-tank troopers. The thick insulative armour protects tank treads and dog bites as well, making the Tesla Trooper even more durable. A significant development is the coil charger which allows troopers to charge a friendly Tesla Coil, allowing the Coil to remain online without grid power and increasing its lethality.

A/N: I did some googling and I found that it would take 2.99 gigajoules of energy to vaporise a human, which is 6,241,509,744,511,499,766,555,738,112.00 electron volts. That was well above what a normal Tesla Trooper has. Lightning has 5 gigajoules of energy.

Coment9: Thank you for the explanation, I should have done more research beforehand. I thought I had enough men to complete a Battalion. For a Battalion, I should have only have allotted 2-6 Companies.