A/N: Coment9: Thank you for pointing that out. I edited it to be more accurate. I should have been more thorough in researching and I at least correct any errors found in my writing when found.

Moonreaper666: Having the Soviets and Allies as well as Foehn was another option I had when writing this story, but I ultimately found that decentralised humanity more interesting to write.

You are correct, in Act 3 of the Mental Omega campaign, is primarily about Foehn and Epsilon. Although the Allies and Soviets have a chance to survive with the end of Act 2. The Soviets have the moon base as well as presumably a recaptured Moscow. The Allies possibly have parts of the UK, but the story is against them in the finale of Act 2.

ntokozosiban: Thank you for the constructive criticism. Tanya as a character is overpowered and that can be a problem for any story. Tanya herself is iconic to the Red Alert franchise being the constant hero of all three Red Alert game. It wasn't confirmed in the Act 2 finale, but I think the plot that the Mental Omega developers had for her was to either die in the Battle of Antarctica or get kidnapped and brainwashed like how Boris was.

OMAC001: Thanks. Can't wait to write more.

shypunk: Thank you. Cheers chap.

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

'Telepathy'

'Long-range telepathy'

May 7th 2341 CE.

Deus Irae,

Pillars of Creation,

Eagle Nebula.

08:15 Galactic Standard Time.

Within a nebula, 6,765 light-years from Terra, far from any colony or any space route, was a single ship. With no other ship for light-years, if anyone could see it, they wouldn't. The ship itself was an impressive feat of engineering. The ship was over two kilometres in length, it was large but certainly, not the largest ever built. In fact, the ship too thin in comparison to conventional ships, giving it subpar tonnage for a ship of its length.

What made it impressive was its capabilities. If any outsider had a chance of observing their eyes would only reveal nothing more than just the gas of the nebula it was situated within. To any thermal sensors, the patch where a ship should seem no hotter and no colder than its surroundings. It also kept deathly silent, so much so that if any passengers were aboard, they would think the ship was simply adrift. The radiation of the ship was simply kept to a minimum and whatever little they gave off was absorbed back into the ship.

The only observable energy to come from the ship to anyone observing them was psionic. Within the confines of the Dues Irae, were a crew of psionics. The captain of which, Yohannan, was walking down a hallway to an urgent meeting. The walls of his ship held no conventional lights, with the jet-black walls, ceiling and floor giving a soft white glow. The ship had no directions or signs indicating where any of its rooms were, instead the ship itself guided crew members on where to go. The directions were simply telepathically given in their minds.

Yohannan glanced to his left as he walked, the entire wall of this hallway was a transparent viewport. There was no star to light up the hallway, nor a planet for him to admire, all there was to see outside was the teal gas of the nebula. Yohannan started to think that the hallway seemed to continue with no end, but as soon as the thought came the doorway to the room, he came for was there. Whether he was ready or not didn't matter, Yohannan entered.

He was pleased to see that everyone was present. His brothers were already seated on their respective sides of the table. His seat at the end of the table was vacant. He walked past Sean, sat opposite him and Giovanni sat to his left. As he took his seat, he nodded his head to both and then to Ivan seated at his right.

"Good morning gentlemen. I trust that you are all in good health.", Yohannan had started.

'Yes sir, we are sir. Please get here sooner at the next emergency meeting sir.', responded Sean through telepathy.

'Yohannan, please understand that levitation is a significantly more efficient mode of travel than walking.', added Giovanni. 'Is there any particular reason for you to just walk? Especially when an emergency meeting is called?'

Yohannan sighed. "I simply wished for some extra exercise. The view also isn't much, buts enjoyable in its own way. There is a good enough reason to warrant an emergency meeting this early in the morning, I presume?" He looked to his security officer.

Ivan kept silent throughout, stiff as a board up until that point. He kept himself quiet and composed, only talking when he was needed. "I have nothing to report from my department. There are no immediate security concerns, but Giovanni's report certainly raises a possible future concern.", Ivan had spoken, unlike the other two.

'Our deep range telepathic communications have received an anomalous signal from an unknown source.', said Giovanni. He handed the captain a tablet with the memories of Johan imprinted into it.

Yohannan through the memory print recalls the data as it came. Giovanni continued.

'Johan had been appointed as team lead for observation of the Extra-Galactic Fleet. Apart from the single lead ship, the fleet has remained inactive. His team has yet to make any progress in decoding its language. Although its psionic potential is immense, the range of its capabilities is not. He's observed since his last report that its mind, appeared to house hundreds of millions of individual alien minds, every few million seemed to contain thousands of unique languages. What information we can take from the ship's housing seemingly an entire species population is unclear. That is Johan's regular findings in his bimonthly report.'

Giovanni stopped, then looked to Sean to continue. 'The findings of his secondary report are the subject of this emergency meeting. A minor secondary deep range psionic communicator, set to scan the neighbouring Triangulum Galaxy, picked up several new entities. One which utilises interstellar telepathic communication.' Yohannan looked at him at the mention of that, his features hardened, and he nodded for him to continue.

"Could this be the work of Foehn, the Soviets or the Allies even? Is there not a mistake in his readings or malfunction with the equipment?"

'No sir, I am afraid not. The Triangulum Galaxy is far beyond any major powers influence. Johan's data is so far, reviews to be sound. Although we couldn't tell where exactly the entities were or what exactly they were, we found that there were two points of transmission. We picked up communications between these two. The language, much like the EGF language isn't decipherable to us, their psychology is simply too foreign for us to even understand.'

"That fact alone is disconcerting. Even the most alien of aliens in the past could easily mesh well with telepathy."

Ivan once again spoke. "That isn't the least troubling aspect of this transmission. I think you should listen for yourself. Sir, after you review this recording, please keep in mind that it is within your power as Captain and project lead to order a withdraw into home territory."

Yohannan looked at the data on the tablet, he went to the highlighted section and clicked on the telepathic transmission recording. Alike most telepathic recordings, Yohannan, as the observer was placed in a mindscape with him to the side, and the communicating parties facing one another.

'Socee ceetus so cee mada, dadatus maceelala dacee, da so fatusrayso daso dohceetus tus masocee da socee ma maceetus. '

The language was foreign to him, and any other human in fact. Although he had never had to translate an alien's language to a known one, the accounts of such translators he read, state that there weren't any mental blocks to doing so. It was as if what these aliens were saying were protected from outside understanding.

'Tus raycee ma dohcee rayceema, tuscee somatus dasoceemada tusmaso masocee cee tus maceetus da la so dadatusma.'

The two aliens for he could now discern it was two were having a conversation. Even though he couldn't understand the meaning, it was almost as if he could hear the anger in one and shame and submissiveness from the other.

'Tuscee dohda ceetuscee so doh ceemadaraysocee doh sotusmada dacee da ceetus socee fa tusceema tusma maceetus.'

'Dafa doh somada tusceema da marayray, tus doh tusma tuscee soceema dasotus socee ceecee...', the one that was talking had stopped like it had noticed something. '...cee dacee masotus.' The two entities within the mindscape turned to face Yohannan. The aliens said nothing more and stopped moving at all, simply staring at him. Although it was ridiculous to think, it was almost like the two weren't staring at where Johan had been observing them but staring directly at Yohannan. Compelled by a primal part of his mind he disconnected his link to the recording. He felt as though they had been judging him, for his intrusion they gifted him with the equivalent of a psionic shove to the mind. Whether out of pity or because it's all they could manage from such a far distance. The last thing he saw before falling unconscious, was a flash of purple light.

May 7th 2341 CE.

In orbit of Shanxi Relay.

09:50 Shanxi Standard Time.

Octarius' had observed the humans with great interest. They took to rescuing as many of their comrades as fast as they could. They also seemed to as reverently recover their dead as they do their living. They might have been cannibals like the Yahg were, but little evidence pointed to that. Not to mention their small Asari-like jaws and teeth enough to hunt with as the Yahg would. Again, they could just be as equally deceiving as the Yahg, who kept a face of diplomacy before massacring the Council delegation that came to their world. It doesn't really bode well for your species when you eat your first contact.

But no, Octarius saw none of the Yahg or the Batarians in these humans. He had ordered whatever shuttles he could spare to aid these humans in their rescue and recovery efforts. The practice of rescuing their wounded and missing was pragmatic from a military standpoint. It was also the correct thing to do as a Turian, and he hoped other Council species thought the same. Recovering the dead though, it seemed noble if not a bit naive, a Turian would have left such duties until the end of an engagement. Although unfortunately, at times bodies tend to get damaged or lost before they could be recovered.

He had with the Tellurian captain of any strategy he has, seeing as this Shanxi was his world after all. Captain Velimir had told him of the static defences on Shanxi's surface. The captain told him that Shanxi was deep enough inside their government's territory, that the military presence on the planet is minimal. Their people had never expected an invasion this sudden, to an admittedly insignificant system. The only garden world of the system held little precious metals, there was no gas giant in the system, and the system held no Element Zero.

The best plan formulated to combat the Batarians was to wait for reinforcements. That was not ideal for the Tellurians or the Turians. The longer the Tellurians wait the more damage the Batarian will do to their world. Whereas the Turians risk losing more of their kidnapped citizens with the notorious cruelty of the Batarians.

What other choice did they have? Even if they could engage the Batarians in space combat, they put the lives of innocent Turians at stake. Whatever rescue they attempt would be futile without knowing where any of the prisoners are held. Any reinforcements from Council Space or the other Tellurians would certainly be appreciated.

"Admiral Octarius, I have a transmission from the surface of Shanxi that needs your attention.", said Velimir over their new Comms channel.

"Captain Velimir, what on Shanxi's surface would require my attention? From what you last told me, the Commander Julija has handled the defence of Shanxi City admirably." He was impressed, truly. Especially considering she had not armoured, close air or orbital support. The fear he had was that the Batarians would grow impatient and angry enough to bombard the planet from orbit. They had already broken dozens of Citadel Council laws, why not become war criminals as well?

"Yes, the good Commander has entrenched herself deep inside the city. The problem is a certain Batarian. He wants to negotiate a pardon for himself and whoever follows him."

Now that was surprising to Octarius. This could easily be a ploy by the pirate's captain, but this could also be the Turians opening into rescuing their own people. Although he certainly didn't have any authority to pardon them, he could simply let the Tellurians have them afterwards to judge on their own.

"Let's hear what he has to say. If there's a chance they are genuine we shall take it."

May 7th 2341 CE.

Royal Navy Escort Flotilla,

19 light-years from Shanxi.

10:28 Galactic Standard Time.

Onboard a certain inconspicuous cruise liner held a certain inconspicuous old couple. King James IX and his Queen Consort Helena. Now if the cruise liner, Borealis, itself didn't warrant a second glance, its military escort certainly did. The five ships that had surrounded the Borealis held quite a pedigree. The HMS Prydwen, the HMS Suffolk, the HMS Norfolk, the HMS Kent and the HMS Dorsetshire. All ships have in one form or another served the United Kingdom. From GWWII to GWWIII and the Mental Omega War and now in space, these ships have survived and have been retrofitted for nearly three centuries.

The royal couple were enjoying their mid-morning with a bit of reading. While the Queen was reading the news on her tablet, he had taken to a 19th-century piece of literature. 'The War of the Worlds' by the author of the name of H. G. Wells. It seemed appropriate enough considering their destination was named in honour of the writer.

He hadn't read I quite a while, but he needed to relax. He had never felt this nervous performing a royal visit in the past, but an uneasy feeling had never left him since he had woken up. After the feeling hadn't left him even after breakfast, he decided to continue the book in the cruise ships open area. Although they weren't quite alone, with the royal guard sitting guard in a circle around them. They were only doing their duty, but to James there something almost comical at the guards attempts to look as casual as possible. It felt ridiculous that an old man in cargo shorts like him needed a dozen men and women watching for anything to sneeze in his direction.

It almost made him forget his worries until a guard by the name of Conway if he wasn't mistaken came up to him with the news. "Your Majesty, pardon the intrusion, but a situation has developed."

"You may continue."

"Our ships course has been passing parallel to the GSA system of Shanxi. An emergency distress signal had been transmitted from the system around six this morning. Additional transmissions have reports of invasion in the system."

King James was at a loss. Invasion? There had not been any war between the major powers for centuries. He had never led the United Kingdom during a time of war. He secretly had hoped that war if it ever came, would come long after he abdicated. Maybe he was a hopeless idealist, but at least 342 years was if the UK had gone in peace.

"Sir Conway, please inform our dutiful escorts that the king can find his way to the Wells System unguarded. I say our allies require more aid than the hundreds of capable guards on this ship."

"Of course, your Majesty." With Conway off to carry his orders, King James finally understood what that feeling of dread was from.

A/N: For those of you reading who are from outside of Ireland, especially America because for some reason there are a lot of you who are reading this from there, 'Seán' is pronounced Shaun. Seán also came first with Shaun coming from it, then Shane coming from that. I find that Americans tend to pronounce names that are foreign to them with their own American syllabary. Lots of Americans have Celtic ancestry, so please just try to pronounce Celtic names how they should be pronounced. Sorry if I sound pissed, I had to learn Gaeilge for fourteen years. Americans in particular, who incorrectly, correct people in how to pronounce their names doesn't happen often, but none the less annoys me.