Chapter 6 - New Rannoch
The day had finally come.
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Admirals,
Today is the first day of the Quarian Empire. The galaxy will be - has been - brought low, and we will rise from its ashes. You will be the public faces and day-to-day leaders of this Empire. However, you will follow my orders or I will kill all of you. Understood?
...
Understood.
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President Nartul Mentus was proud of his people.
President - the title enraged him. The Death God had eradicated them without firing a single shot. The Hierarchy had been brought low not by military superiority, but by fucking magic.
The humiliation galled him.
Still, he was a turian, and he couldn't give up now. Shortly after the eradication of the Hierarchy's leadership, he had abandoned his old Primarch title and declared himself President of the Republic of Palaven. It was pathetic compared to what they once had, but they were - against all odds - doing alright for themselves. Food production was back online, and the Death God seemed to tolerate their exis-
He thought no more as he and billions of turians died in an instant.
It was a moment that would be remembered for all eternity.
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TREBIA DEVOID OF LIFE! DEATH GOD KILLS OVER 6 BILLION TURIANS IN LARGEST GENOCIDE IN GALACTIC HISTORY
MIGRANT FLEET ANNEXES TREBIA SYSTEM AND CLAIMS IT BY RIGHT OF CONQUEST
IS THE DEATH GOD A QUARIAN? MIGRANT FLEET VEHEMENTLY DENIES SPECULATION
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"I feel sick," Shala'Raan said as the Migrant Fleet moved into the Trebia system.
"We all do," Zaal'Koris replied. "Keelah, I wanted us to colonize a new world, but...not like this. Not like this."
"What's done is done," Daro'Xen said, displaying her usual casual sociopathy. "Trebia is ours now, and we recalled all pilgrims before the genocide started. With the resources of Trebia at my disposal, I should be able to get us out of these suits in under a year. I suggest none of us leave this system until the Death God is ready to make their next move. If anyone finds out the Death God is among us, we will be the most despised species in all the galaxy."
"Agreed," Rael'Zorah spoke up. "I'll never be able to live with this...but for the sake of my people, I will bear it."
All were in agreement.
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Thankfully, they didn't have to kill anyone in the nearby systems. All of the turians who were left got the message and evacuated.
Only about three thousand turians survived the massacre. Three thousand, on a planet that had over 6 billion people on it yesterday.
It was hard to wrap your head around.
Of the three thousand who survived, all but fifty chose to attack the quarians on sight rather than attempt to surrender.
Fifty were left.
Fifty.
One of those fifty regarded the Admirals as they supervised their evacuation from what was once Palaven, and what would never be Palaven again.
"We know you did this." He glared death at them. "You are monsters. The embodiment of Evil itself. NOTHING we did to you could possibly justify this."
The admirals winced.
They didn't disagree.
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The ceremony was somber, moreso than it should have been. A new planet for them should have been a cause for celebration. Nobody felt like celebrating.
And so Palaven died on that day, and New Rannoch rose in its place.
It was the first of many.
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And that's the end of Palaven. You see how versatile the Death Note is?
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