AN: First of all sorry for the wait, I'm happy to announce that that this marks the END of the Siege of Agamemnon and plans are already in motion for the Future Turian-Human relationship. Also the Montressian observers will be far more previlant in the coming chapter / chapters can't have that plot thread get lost in the wind.
Secondly, two fans of B.D.D. have contributed to this FanFic through direct corrispondence on my Discord Channel, now I'm working 12 hour shifts from the 6th of Jan for three days, if anyone wishes to join send me a PM and I will have invites organised either when I get home or I have my four day weekends.
Thirdly, this is a personal thank you to Ubernoner and MrMorriss a fellow Brit and our American sidekick, these two glorious S.O.B's have been a massive pain in my ass and amazing help springboarding enough shit onto the wall to see what sticks, I can't thank you guys enough.
The same can be said to you lot as well, the fandom for this Fic has exploded and I can't thank you all enough.
Alright, enough of this mushy crap I'm nursing a bloody hangover and I have work tomorrow, I'll see you all on the bounce troopers!
December 5th 2151 CE [Common Era] 2207 EMC [Earth Military Calendar].
Turian Frontier Space, Agamemnon System.
Turian Sixth Fleet, HNV Spirit of Palaven.
Command and Control Centre.
Gavilan Nyx strode throughout the main corridor leading towards the Spirit of Palaven's bridge, his duty uniform was freshly pressed a cup of Palaven blend Caff in his dominant right hand with a data pad in his left.
Reports had been coming through the regular channels rather than the emergency ones for the first time in the last four days, some pirates decided to blow up the local broadcasting masts causing massive collateral damage as the masts fell some forty stories to ground level.
Luckily the incidents killed no one, however many had been hit with shrapnel and bits of debris when they had impacted with the ground.
Unfortunately none of the city's civilian construction vehicles had survived the massive EMP that the SSV Lion's nukes had caused wiping out the first invasion armada, in fact the entirety of transport network had been disabled, Captain Spruce had formally apologised to the citizens of Agamemnon for that particular side effect.
Now five days since the Hegemony ran with their tails tucked firmly between their legs, the colony was finally on the mend, a lot of infrastructure had been destroyed as had a lot of families unfortunately.
The Lion's marine corps was on the frontline, alongside Turian civilian, civil and military forces, each man and woman working side by side together to get the colony solidly back on its own feet, with that said despite the size difference between them humans proved to have far more endurance.
It also seemed that humans were an adaptable sort, with little need for heavy armour support the human tanks had disappeared for a day or two, only to return with their turrets missing replaced by a crew module, a huge hydraulic excavator arm, a massive bundle of pipes called a 'fascine' a plough dozer blade mounted to the front of hull.
It was a sight to see a vehicle which had killed dozens upon dozens of pirates and slavers days earlier be used to clear roads for emergency services to better traverse the city, or rip down what remained of collapsed war torn buildings.
Two had been responsible for quickly erecting a field hospital in one of the city's parks, built from baskets filled with course rubble, as he had later found out that day the Lion's Marines were more than just Marines, they were engineers, mechanics, signalmen, logistics, tradesmen, teachers, cooks and so much more.
They had fought and won a war on the request of a crew not their own, but they had stepped to the plate nevertheless, it was impressive to say the least. It showed character.
Stepping into the CIC / Bridge, he was met with the organised chaos that was shift changeover, lifting his cup as a salute his XO Adrianus who was busying himself with a multitude of reports, a female officer addressed him just as he was about to climb the stairs to his post.
One Yeoman Laia Aetnian. "Admiral you have two unread messages, the first is from the Admiralty, the second is from the Primarch himself. Sir." Gavilan gave the Turian equivalent of a stunned expression. "Thank you, Yeoman, have we had any issues today?"
"No sir, I have nothing additional to report." Nodding his head Gavilan made his way to his post placing his pad down to access his off hand omni-tool, accessing his e-mails he found the two messages the good Yeoman had reported about.
It was at that very moment just when the good Admiral had taken a sip of his Caff that his brain had caught up with what he was reading causing him to cough and spit his Caff all over his post.
To: Admiral Gavilan Nyx.
From: Primarch Tullius Romullianus.
Word has spread far within the Hierarchy of your exploits Admiral; it seems prudent to get to the point least the Salarian's intercept this message.
Congratulations on your PROMOTION to Fleet Admiral, with all the duties and privileges that the rank provides, expect me to PIN those rank bars onto your collar personally.
Also send word to those who have put their lives down for our people. I would like to meet those who have put their lives on the line to not only save Agamemnon but bring our wayward sons and daughters of Palaven home.
Signed: Primarch Tullius Romullianus.
The next message was even shorter and simpler, cutting straight to the bone of the matter.
To: Admiral Gavilan Nyx.
From: Fleet Admiral Avidia Fimmus.
The 209th Battlegroup is en-route with HVI Primarch Tullius Romullianus, they will arrive in twelve hours.
Enjoy your promotion.
Also your wife says that you have been withholding information from her, expect to be sleeping on the couch until further notice on your next joint leave.
Signed: Fleet Admiral Avidia Fimmus.
Not many things in the Galaxy can phase a veteran of the Hierarchies finest fleets, least of all the commanding officer, not unless the man's wife was involved and she was irate, many on the Bridge muttered a silent prayer for their Admiral.
Would it help? Spirits blessed yes, but in all likelihood they would all be surrounding a funeral pyre, singing songs of triumph.
"Yeoman, write me a formal message address it to my daughter, mark it priority one, tell her to expect the Primarch in twelve plus hours. Understood?" Yeoman Laia as attentive as ever was writing the message on her omni-tool as soon as the words left his mouth.
"Understood sir, it's sent." Laia replied.
"Thank you." Gavilan looking towards his XO Adrianus he addressed the gruff officer. "Adrianus you have the Conn."
"I have the Conn, Aye."
December 5th 2207 EMC [Earth Military Calendar] 2151 CE [Common Era].
Turian Frontier Space, Agamemnon System.
Executive Officer Quarters.
Ka'mara sat behind her personal desk, writing both a digital and paper report for the last week as well as writing up a stack of letters of condolence for the families who had lost their loved ones in an action, she had requested to be undertaken by the SSV Lion and her crew it wasn't new to her she had written multiple letters during her journey home to the loved ones who had lost family aboard the HNV Invictus.
It was always a sobering experience, but she had put forth her heart and had managed to get the Hierarchy to send her letters of thanks on behalf of the Hierarchy proper for those who had died during the Siege of Agamemnon, each one had an attachment a digital accommodation for bravery the highest that the Hierarchy could present to hero's who weren't apart of the Hierarchy proper.
The Foreign Legions Cross for Bravery and Valour in combat, attached to it was a certification proving that the cross was legitimate alongside that was a document for the families of those that put everything down on the line for the Hierarchy where the next of kin could claim a widows payment which was the equivalent to one years pay, at the rank of the spouse killed in action.
Placing the pen down onto the hardwood surface of her desk, Ka'mara leant back a small portion to stretch out her bare arms, human made desks were just a fraction too low to be comfortable not enough to be painful mind you, at least the black leather recliner chair made up for what discomfort she suffered.
Suddenly a priority one message popped up addressed to her by the HNV Pride of Palaven's Yeoman, her father's secretary, opening the message up Ka'mara's eyes bugged out just a little almost reclining too far back in the process, Ka'mara picking up a corded phone from its base fixed to her desks worktop, she opened a line to Lieutenant Smollet.
"This is Comms." Smollet's smooth voice came through the line.
"Lieutenant Smollet can you patch me through to Liam's post, I've got a Priority one message for him." Ka'mara requested, a scant few seconds passed, before the line was transferred. "Ka'mara, Smollet tells me you've got a priority one message for me." Liam's thick accented voice came through the line.
"I do sir, can you please come to my quarters." Ka'mara asked her superior, suddenly his voice blasted through the handset's speaker even though his voice was clearly directed away from his microphone. "CAG, you have the conn…." Before his voice was once more directed towards her over the wireless. "I'm en-route." Liam finished.
"Thank you." Ka'mara replied, placing the phone back onto its base, before getting up to re-organise her entire room, there was going to be no doubt the Primarch would be performing an inspection of all of Turian occupied accommodations' upon his arrival as was the tradition.
Three sharp knocks told her that Liam was outside seeking permission to enter. "Come-in." She shouted out, Liam turning the locking mechanism to the open position, before pushing the door clear of the bulkhead frame.
The door groaning as it was opened and once again closed. "What's so important that you couldn't tell me over the ph-one…." Ka'mara looked over her shoulder to find her Commanding Officer staring at her ass.
"Like something you see Captain." Ka'mara asked rather daringly.
"Well yes, it's a good looking ass on a good looking Turian, but I'm thinking you didn't call me here to stare at your ass." Liam quipped back still fully staring at her underwear clad ass as she remade her cot.
"No, I didn't, I've just received a message from my father's yeoman the Primarch is due to arrive in system in twelve hours and as is tradition he'll be inspecting the sixth Fleet." She watched as her friend and superior put on a thoughtful look on his face.
"I can assume that he or she will want to make the rounds aboard the Lion, alright when I get back to CIC, I'll put out a general announcement for the crew to break out the cleaning supplies, red carpet and the fine china." Liam replied, turning to leave but once he'd reached her quarters door just before opening it, the good captain spoke up once more. "I'll see you in The Crown off shift."
Ka'mara smiled, as she replied back. "I'll be there."
The door was unlocked, opened, shut and locked once more leaving Ka'mara to the whirlwind of thoughts that were in her head.
December 5th 2151 CE [Common Era] 2207 EMC [Earth Military Calendar].
Turian Frontier Space, En Route to Agamemnon System.
Turian two-hundredth and ninth Battlegroup, HNV Titan.
Command and Control Centre.
Commodore Ardella Nyx, loving wife and mother stood tapping her finger upon her posts railing, her husband had after all been with their daughter for an entire week, with not one correspondence sent to her, her daughter was home, finally after years of semi-sleepless nights wondering about her wayward daughter she could once again rest easy.
Her dear husband on the other hand would be punished suitably for his lack of foresight, leaving her to receive the news by the Admiralty, however much it peeved her she did receive an honour few would complain about.
Her ship the HNV Titan was flying the Primarch's flag, which came with its benefits of being able to 'jump the queue' on congested Relays and not be bothered with routine inspections by fellow Turian naval units patrolling Hierarchy space, though that particular practice seemed to occur with far less frequency than anyone in the navy liked.
Far too many units had been slated by the Citadel Council, councillor Tevos's name was spoken with a liberal amount of contempt these days, the blue parasite being an absolute pompous bitch didn't help with that particular image either.
Although no one would ever say the words aloud for fear of giving the image of sedition, Palvini Primus had more than a point by stating that the Hierarchy paid too much in blood for too little in compensation from the other two big council races.
Current rationing levels are at the highest levels ever recorded, due to the lack of available farming sources.
Not to mention the Councils newly proposed amendments to the councils existing fleet compositions which if things were to go forward as they were, it would strain the Hierarchy's naval elements to the point of breaking.
The Hierarchy and her people were tough they weren't invincible.
These humans however that had fought to save Agamemnon and its citizens may just be enough of a crutch to prevent the legs of the Hierarchy from giving out, she could only hope.
"Credit for your thoughts Commodore." The flanged voice of the Hierarchy's Primarch asked as he stepped beside her.
"I just hope that these Humans are as half as good as the reports say they are, we could use a steadfast military minded ally like them." Ardella replied honestly.
"There is only one way to find out and that is through the experiences of the crew of the HNV Invictus, so with all due haste lets welcome home our lost sons and daughters." Primarch Tullius said as he patted her on the shoulder.
"Aye sir." Ardella straightened up a small fraction before, looking towards the second to final Relay pair which would take the Battlegroup to the Valkyr System. "Navigation, upload our transit data to the Relay, communications send a message: prepare for mass relay transit on my mark."
'Let's see just what kind of a people these Humans really are.' Ardella thought to herself as her Battlegroup made best possible cruising speed towards the secondary relay.
To Be Continued….
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