Hello! I'm back with another chapter! Obviously this will deal with the peace talks, new borders and probably some other minor things. Essentially, don't expect massive battles for this chapter or the next few.

Aside from that…not much else? I'm just glad so many are enjoying Rising from the Embers!

Anyway! Onto the story!

Chapter 14: Treaty and Peace


Tenvor'ti System. 33rd of Gale, 424 A.E.

Sporadic battles still flared across the Klor'vian homeworld as republican forces took war to the church fanatics that had elected to fight to the death. Multiple cities still burned along the nightside of the planet, a harsh glow of violence that seemed to sputter and flare.

Half a dozen KSR ships supported their brothers on the ground with low level strikes on fanatical strongpoints, but any serious fleet movement would be considered a break of the cease fire.

For their part, the Klor'vian fleet was following the orders of the victors and maintaining orbit around the planet's moon.

Obviously under the watchful eye of the Asari, Terran, and Turian fleets. For their part, the Serans had surrounded the massive fleet yard in the outer system, seizing the port in the days following the cease fire.

It had been a strange and bloody affair as Asari Commando's, Seran Onyx Guards, and KSR forces had worked together to eliminate the fanatical soldiers, religious leaders, and those deemed hostile. Granted, the Serans and Toads hated each other with a loathing, but the fanatics of Klorta were worse…thus giving way to the strangest infantry battle of the war.

But now the peace talks would soon be under way, commencing tomorrow.

Of course, the Councilors had to show the flag and their might as the Destiny Ascension, ripe with the new FTL upgrades hovered in the void near the seized fleetyards. Surrounded by escorts, the flagship of the Citadel loomed among several giants.

Several thousand miles off of the port side, the Monitor, Anvil Gate bristled with unrivaled military might as several smaller escorts guarded the shuttle craft to the Asari Flagship.

Tevos momentarily glanced at one of the visual screens, watching the Chairman's shuttle safely dock. A small relief overtook her, the Asari dreading an accident that could unravel the whole situation.

Still…

"Did she have to show up in yet another of their massive Monitors? They already have two in this system and another two holding down other territory which doesn't even include their Dreadnaughts or Battleships" Staring intently at the war vessel that simply outclassed even this state of the art vessel, Tevos crossed her arms in a defiant stance.

"Izabel knows it annoys me when the Cog shows off"

"You have to admit it is an impressive warship. I know at least a hundred Turians that would crave a tour of such a vessel. Even more to command one" Councilor Procus stated, the former naval officer turned politician standing on the bridge near Councilor Junisa.

"It is a significant effort of construction and military engineering. However, must be wary. Coalition naval might could tip in their favor if measures aren't taken" the Salarian quipped quickly, his rapid speech almost a blur.

"Lets just concentrate on meeting with Chairman Diaz and ending this war tomorrow" Turning, Tevos gave a small smile to the captain while leading the trio down the hall.

Walking briskly, Councilor Procus eyed a few crew, but paid them little attention as the group turned, guided by a few commandoes. "It's quite surprising Diaz agreed to meet us on our own ship. The Seran's are usually more paranoid about security"

"She allowed us to bring our own security during the Reach Accords. We must show the same courtesy"

Halting at a door, it slid open with a slight hiss as the three councilors stepped inside. The murmuring of a few officers and mid-level diplomats warmed the room somewhat, the most prominent being Admiral Rana B'Sayle.

Sitting around a long, rounded table of tinted blue glass, the center held a standard holo-display. While still powered down at the moment, it would soon get use.

"Councilors"

"Admiral. Have you been going over the proposed treaty points?" Tevos inquired of the pureblood officer.

"For the peace talks tomorrow? Yes. For the most part, I agree with our claim's but we cannot let the Serans take too much. After all, we did suffer the second highest casualties among the Citadel forces and letting them seize the entire Western expanse of Caliphate territory would be highly unacceptable to many in the navy and in the space of public opinion. Especially after the losses we suffered"

"I'll keep that in mind"

They didn't have to wait long as the door hissed open once more, revealing Chairman Diaz, Admiral Carmine, and an unknown male. Beyond, several large gears entirely in black guarded the entrance…along with an equal number of Asari commandos who watched with suspicion.

"Good. We can get started right away" Striding to an open seat, Chairman Diaz sat as the two other quickly flanked her.

The burning orange hair of Ayla Carmine was partially hidden by the naval cap she wore, the central gear symbol only adding to the black uniform lined with gold trim. While devoid of medals, the gathered aliens could assume the Admiral saw no need to dress for these impromptu talks.

Introductions were made, the group being pleasant and cordial to each other. A few minutes of minor small talk occurred, but Vice Minister of Colonial Affairs, James Madsen knew they couldn't waste all day. Typing a few keys on his personal data pad, the information jumped to the holographic display as a small representation of the local region sprung up. Typing a few more keys, the norther borders of the Cog expanded, engulfing several hundred light years of space.

"The Coalition will be claiming the systems of Bo'link, Le'hak, and Glortha for colonization and settlement. This will be non-negotiable with the Toads. They butchered our colonies so we'll be taking theirs"

"And what of system KC- 238? Are you claiming that as well?" Tevos quickly inquired as she zoomed the floating map of light. Rushing in, the mentioned star system was at the extreme Western edge of Caliphate space and ten light years inside the presumed expansion of the Cog.

"That was the assumption" Chairman Diaz replied as her gaze studied the floating star system. "Admiral, what losses did we suffer for that system?"

"As far as I know, none. We bypassed it in favor of Glortha and more valuable systems. Our goal was to end the war, not take some insignificant system outside of our advance"

"Several Asari ships currently hold the system. Not only that, but the forth planet is habitable. Our initial survey teams confirmed it" Zooming in, Tevos highlighted the mentioned planet.

Orbited by three minor moons, the world was half covered by glacial sheets or tundra, leaving a habitable zone around the equator and nearby latitudes. Green forests and grasslands were abound along that band of life as the three main continents stretched around the globe.

"Klor'vian presence?" Carmine inquired.

"None as far as we can tell. We know they prefer humid temperatures and swampland. This planet was most likely too cold for them or they just never got around to it. The point is, the Asari Republic demands that this garden world be under our governance and included with our own territorial claims"

Diaz stared for a moment, the woman's mind churning with the pros and cons.

"Chairman. We're already claiming three healthy planets for the Coalition. Expansion and settlement will take several years and our colonies affected by the war will take even longer to recover. Plus, the Asari did suffer as well. Pulling back our claimed borders by twenty or thirty light years will still leave us substantial gains" Madsen reasoned, the Vice Minister knowing that the Chairman could have a temper if provoked.

"Admiral Carmine? From a military standpoint, how valuable is this system?"

"It would be at the junction of Coalition, Asari, and Klor'vian space. The Council could easily build up military forces in the system and threaten our new colonies"

"And what's wrong with having a military presence? This system will also be bordering a very hostile species that we all just defeated. Precaution is warranted" Councilor Procus added, the Turian's silver gaze studying the three Serans.

"Chairman. KC-238 could also become a profitable trading world in the coming years like Pandora or Reach. It would just happen to be a Council world outside our borders"

Letting out a sigh, Diaz nodded. "Fine. We can iron out military issues later" she relented.

The borders shifted on the map, the star system and surrounding light years now claimed by the Asari Republic. Nearly pressing against Vio'shelek, the Toads would be losing nearly half their territory.

"The next item is what to do about the previous leadership of the Caliphate. More to the point, where they'll be tried for war crimes"

"We'll accept a trial at the Citadel. Simply put, I'm tempted to have them just thrown out an airlock and be done with them. But a life in prison would be much more horrible to a creature like the former supreme priest" Admiral Carmine admitted, hating the vile alien still residing in a cell on her flagship.

"It's really just a formality anyway. All of them are beyond guilty" Diaz added before going to the next point. "Fleet limitations. The Coalition will only accept a maximum of two thousand warships for the K.S.R. along with the complete destruction of those damned corvettes. However, we will allow a single flotilla of research or survey vessels no larger than fifty to be constructed"

"The Hierarchy was thinking along those limitations. A force limit of twelve to three in our favor will ensure that even if they tried anything, they'll lose quickly. They will be signing the Treaty of Firaxen or face the resumption of war" Councilor Procus emphasized.

"That's acceptable. With our own naval forces in the region and the location of all their remaining worlds, the Toads would be committing suicide in a renewed conflict. I almost hope they do" Carmine added, her voice taking on a hint of darkness and steel.

"Perhaps limiting Klor'vian naval power to defensive role should be added? Restricted movement to territory could prevent incidents" A salarian added, the amphibian talking rapidly.

"Agreed. The Cog will also be demanding fleet basing rights at Tarn"

"The council will be demanding the same at Vio'shelek. The planet is in ruins now, but they never actually lost it. Hierarch fleets will be keeping a watch on them" Procus added before raising a clawed finger. "We will also be seizing that unfinished Super Dreadnaught they have at the nearby fleet yard of this system. We have no territory to claim here, but I refuse for my people to go away empty handed. That prize is worth it from a military standpoint"

Chairman Diaz lightly smiled, a hint of smugness in the look. "Hoping to develop a counter for our Dreadnaughts and Monitors?"

"We've ran the numbers. In terms of estimated ship totals, the Cog already approaches the same size as the Asari. But in terms of firepower and tonnage, you surpass nearly everybody leaving only us as a potential naval rival" Rear Admiral Filottus stated. Spreading his hands, the officer continued. "Coalition naval power is respected in the Hierarchy, but this war has proven that there could be unknown species bringing unknown technologies and vessels into any possible conflict. The Turian navy must innovate to survive and that vessel will push new developments of capable capital ships"

"My government has nothing to gain from seizing that unfinished warship. Half of Klor'vian military technology was initially stolen from us in the first place"

"Chairman. The council could eventually use such technology to force us into the Council or simply subjugate the Coalition" Carmine warned.

"The Citadel Council will never do that unless warranted by an equal threat! The Asari have no desire or intent to fight another war!" Tevos suddenly shouted, the woman finding the mistrust insulting as she slammed a fist upon the glass table, rattling a few pitchers of water.

"Neither do the Seran people! All we wanted was peace!" Diaz shot back, her voice snapping.

"Please calm yourselves!" Councilor Junisa barked, the Salarian studying both females before rapidly speaking. "We are here to decide the points of a peace treaty with the Klorvan Star Republic, not make threats. Clearly, a revisiting of the Reach Accords must be made in the future to ensure lasting peace. But, the Turians have a right to the spoils due to their contribution and efforts. To deny them would be insulting to their honor and strength"

Serans were known to pride themselves on personal strength and the sacrifice of their ancestors. To deny the same respect to an ally in war would be insulting to great swaths of the Coalition. Especially with the steady building of relations with the Turians.

The average citizen would see denying the Hierarchy their share of war spoils as distasteful at best.

"Chairman. We've fought by their side for over two years. We cannot squabble over something like this" Madsen supported as the temporary tempers cooled.

"Very well. The Coalition will not interfere with the seizures of technology"

A small breath of relief passed through the room, many glad it wouldn't become a major issue.

"The next issue is intelligence and preventing a resurgence of fanaticism. We prepose full access of the Specters and STG to curtail any potential uprisings or attack on Citadel territory or citizens" A Salarian at the far end of the table added, no doubt an agent himself.

"Coalition Naval Intelligence will share in that purpose so long as relevant data is shared equally"

"Agreed, Chairman. Now, onto the last issue. We must decide on the fate of Fleetmaster Bo'klar. Essentially, he is now a head of state and a reasonable moderate. The Council believes he should remain in his current position" Junisa finished, his large eyes blinking rapidly.

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Slamming her palm down, Admiral Carmine's face contorted with anger and loss. "That monster burned my home colony! I lost my husband and only son on the same day! Not to mention the atrocities of Convel and Oasis! He killed tens of millions!"

"I am sorry for your personal loss, but have you not also committed the same crimes against the Klor'vian people? I understand your first offensive resulted in the deaths of nearly seventy million on the colony of Bo'link. Current enemy war deaths are estimated to be nearly two billion which the Citadel has taken part of. Every party is guilty of horrendous crimes in this very destructive war that embroiled the galaxy in conflict" Junisa finally took a breath. "Or do you presume the Coalition is above the law of sentient rights? Your military is also responsible for the deaths of several hundred million Batarians. Should we not arrest every officer, Seran, Turian or Asari that took part in such horrendous acts?"

"He's no better than the locust" Carmine sneered out, but some of the vitriol was gone from her voice as her mind registered the point.

"If not for him, most likely we would still be waging a war, exterminating a people under the bootheel of madmen. His actions no doubt saved countless lives and brought about a revolution to topple a disgusting regime"

"It is distasteful, but the councilor does have a point. You did the exact same thing under orders from the Chairman"

"Alya. If we push his imprisonment or execution, we could reignite the war. I for one am sick of it all and just want it to end. I hate him, but he's better than that Y'larv bastard" Diaz reasoned, the words feeling like a sickness in her mouth.

Alya Carmine took a deep breath, then brushed a few orangish bangs from the corner of her eyes. "Do what you must. I'm only here as a voice for military issues"

Turning back to face the seated aliens, Diaz let out a short breath. "I think that settles the major issues. Let's draft them up and make sure we didn't miss anything. The longer I have to stare at those monsters tomorrow, the sicker I'll become"

With that, the meeting continued as the final points of the peace demands were ironed out by both factions.

Tenvor'ti System. Orbit of Orvin, 5th planet. 1st of Rise, 424 A.E.

The massive sprawl of the fleetyard still suffered the scars of battle. Bullet pockmarks, shrapnel and fire damage mixed in with several sections still open to the vacuum of space as damage control personnel worked.

But what really unnerved Bo'klar was the Serans and Turians watching his every move. Most were helmeted, the glowing blue lenses hiding faces of the victors. Lancer rifles were gripped tightly among the heavily armored soldiers who seemed to guard every corridor, entranceway and intersection.

The Turians for their part sent equally suspicious glares, the avians ready for any issue or violent act. Some were overseeing technicians, the reptilian workers cleared as a small team conducted repairs in a nearby corridor.

"At least they're letting the workers continue their tasks"

It gave him a small measure of hope that his species can work with others, but the hatred would take years or decades to overcome.

Continuing to walk with his party of hastily elected officials, the group knew where to go as they passed more greenish bloodstains and damaged hallways.

The room soon loomed, the door guarded by Serans in full black armor. None moved from their station, but Bo'klar knew they were watching for the slightest threat from himself or the others.

He had no illusions they could easily kill him with ease.

The door hissed open, revealing the meeting room. Sparse and not as humid, the Fleetmaster studied the assembled officers and politicians along the left side of the table. In the center was Chairman Diaz, the female flanked by the Asari and Turians. To the far left of the table was Admiral Hood of the Systems Alliance while the Salarians sat at the far right.

Suppressing any outward distress at the coming treaty, Bo'klar managed to keep his composure as he strode toward the right side. Joined with two others from his newly formed government, the three Klor'vian's could all feel the disgust and hatred directed toward them.

It was the first time actually laying eyes on the leader of his enemies. Brunette hair was in a light wave, falling down past a tanned skin devoid of any scales. Wearing a black dress, she was studying him with a blank stare, her mind no doubt assessing him.

"I'm here representing the Klorvan Star Republic. As first Consul, these peace talks will be es—"

"Sit" The command came from Diaz, the Seran interlocking her slender fingers as her gaze hardened with easily identified hatred.

Bo'klar complied, barely getting a word in as Chairman Diaz pushed a datapad across the table. Glowing a deep blue, the screen displayed the proposed treaty.

"Sign it"

Picking up the electronic tablet, Bo'klar began to read the concessions his species was to make.

Tenvor'ti Peace Treaty

Article One: The systems of Glortha, Bo'link and Le'hak will be ceded to the Coalition along with all connecting territories.

The Asari Republic will claim all territory leading up to Vio'shelek including the system of KC-238. A buffer zone of ten light years will be established along the new border for all parties.

Article Two: The Klor'vian navy will be limited to two thousand warships under the Treaty of Firaxen. Offensive operations will be illegal and will result in immediate military action.

All Corvette craft will be destroyed

Article Three: The church of Klorta will be stripped of all military, economic, and political power. War criminals will be turned over to the victors for trial.

Article Four: The Coalition will have fleet basing rights at Tarn

Council military forces will have basing rights at Vio'shelek

Military and technical assets will be seized, including warships, weapons and any undeveloped technology

Article Five: Intelligence agents and inspectors will have full access to all levels of government, finances, and technological developments

Article Six: Any future colonies, exploration, or development of discovered worlds must be approved by both victorious parties.

Article Seven: Any contact with surviving church forces must be reported immediately and slated for extermination.

Consul Bo'klar clutched the data pad holding the peace treaty, his mind reeling at how much was being taken. While he had expected it to be bad…this was a disaster.

"Your…your taking half our territory? And the navy is contained to our space? This is..is…" The reptilian's throat sac bulged, hinting at bluish sorrow and horror.

"You don't like it? Well too fucking bad. Your species launched a war of extermination against the galaxy. Not too mention exterminating four pre-space civilizations" Chairman Diaz emphasized, her voice a vitriol of hate. "Your only choice is to sign, or the war continues, right now. And I promise you, we won't stop this time until every Toad world is seared of you…vermin"

"This treaty is the only one on the table. Sign it, or your species will be destroyed" Procus pushed, the Turian not in the mood for delays.

"What of the surrendered garrison of Glorta? What will become of them?" What of the ruin and devastation of Tarn and Vio'shelek?" Nearly two billion of my people have perished"

"You should've thought of that before waging a religious war against the Coalition. However, I am not without mercy. You may send unarmed transports to retrieve the surrendered forces under escort" Izabel stated, the female now simply waiting with clasped hands.

Consul Bo'klar sat in thought, the former admiral still clutching the pad with a light shake of his hands. Never flinching in the face of danger or battle, this treaty would be hated. But what choice did he have?

"We cannot afford to fight again. Not against the combined might of the galaxy. Half…half is better than none. We can rebuild…try to make amends to those we've wronged"

Tentatively grasping a light pen, Consul Bo'klar breathed deeply, knowing that if he didn't sign, his species would be burned from orbit. All he had risked would be for nothing.

"Damn Y'larv…Damn the church…" muttering the curse, Bo'klar signed the treaty, a flourish of a signature. His two compatriots from the newly formed and hastily appointed House of Lords signed as well, their own scowls of anger and disappointment easy to identify.

With that, the war was officially ended.

Copies were quicky given to the victors, their joy at ending the conflict easily readable.

"You should thank the Council, Bo'klar. I wanted you executed for warcrimes, but they convinced me a moderate in charge of you people was the better solution. Never forget that" Diaz stated before quickly standing up. "These proceedings are finished"

Admiral Hood hurried after the departing woman, leaving the room in a flurry of steps as the Councilors still talked among themselves, pleased with the rapidity of the war's end.

Catching up to her in the hallway, the officer stepped in motion beside her as several Onyx Gears watched him very carefully. "Chairman. Is there a reason why the Systems Alliance was not privy to the spoils?"

Diaz kept walking, the leader intent of leaving this stinking system behind. "And what would you claim? Territory? Economic strength? The S.A. would be better suited to digesting the territory taken from the Batarians. Simply put, you had nothing to claim"

"Then we fought for nothing? All those lives lost"

Diaz stopped, the woman turning to study the male before her. "Your government now has access to advanced faster than light technology to couple with your Element Zero engines, which will no doubt be far more valuable than a few dead systems or financial concessions. Not only that, but you have gained prestige with the Coalition. You may still be a minor power, but one that can fight and show drive" Ending the conversation, she turned away, intent on returning to Sera.

Serpent Nebula. The Citadel. Zakera Ward 3rd of Rise, 424 A.E.

The low murmur's of talking and clinking glasses of the bar instantly faded as the large wall screen ended the current program, giving the multiple patrons a moment of silence before the familiar symbol of the Citadel News popped up.

A smiling Asari became prominent, her blue skin and golden freckles mixing with her purple garments.

"Hello. I'm Bea Ja'tol with C.N.N. Today marks a historic day as the combined forces of the Citadel and Coalition emerged victorious in the war against the fanatical Caliphate forces. The newly formed Klorvan Star Republic, under the hastily appointed Consul Bo'klar, signed a peace treaty today, officially ending hostilities" Holding up a data pad, Bea smiled before placing it before her. "The Tenvor'ti Peace Treaty will be made public immediately, which will hopefully appease many after the millions of lives lost in this dreadful war" Turning in her seat, she faced a Salarian who sat silently. "Director Haban, how will this new treaty effect the galaxy?"

"The long term effects can only be speculated, but the immediate effects will soon be felt. With the advent of highly efficient FTL drives, exploration and colonization of worlds outside the Relay network will quickly rise. From a territorial standpoint, The Asari Republic has gained nearly fifteen hundred light years of space, including a garden world ready for settlement. We can also expect to see a visual shift in Turian naval designs heavily influenced by the Coalition"

"Speaking of the Coalition, the treaty was extremely favorable to them, was it not?"

"Very favorable. Instead of initiating economic sanctions or demanding financial compensation, they instead seized three garden worlds taken from the Klor'vian Caliphate. The territorial gains nearly match the Asari in terms of size with a total of thirteen hundred light years. The seized planets saw some of the most brutal fighting of the war. It is an astounding victory for the Serans after three years of bloody conflict that left tens of millions of their species dead. Of course, this doesn't even include the gained territory of the Nueva Thessa sector which is estimated to be another five hundred light years, mostly unexplored"

"Do you think now that the war has finally ended, the Coalition will join the Council as a potential fourth race?"

"While many do see the Serans as a viable member, especially with the strength of their naval forces and technological advancements, the Coalition government has been very firm about independence. Joining is highly unlikely at this point or in the future. However, I believe increased trade and relations will arise out of this conflict, especially on the growing colonial world of Pandora. With volunteer military forces colonizing the planet along with their families, The Serans will be forced to live along side many different species. I have a good feeling it will be beneficial to all"

"What about the revealing of their territorial maps? During the war, it was a legitimate fear among the Serans their worlds would be discovered and attacked. Coupled with how grotesque the Locust conflict was for their species, trust has not come easy for the Serans"

Director Haban folded his slender hands, the Salarian blinking rapidly in thought. "I believe in the coming months, the Serans, especially Chairman Diaz will seek a fundamental treaty to replace the Reach Accords. We already know of Reach, Pandora, and the names of a few colonies such as Convel, Oceania, and New Vectes. An exchange of maps is likely along with increased trade or even colonial affairs"

Bea leaned forward, her interest showing as her smile radiated. "I understand that the Turians seized what many are already classifying as a 'Super Dreadnaught' A ship that will match the firepower of the Destiny Ascension. What possible developments will come from that in your opinion, Doctor?"

Giving a mirthful laugh, the Salarian smiled at the question. "Obviously they'll build it up as a new flagship and no doubt start building a few more once they're satisfied. While many Turians do respect Seran military capabilities and strength of arms, it was embarrassing for them to be suddenly outgunned in capital ships. The Hammer of Dawn technology employed on all Seran capital ships is a game changer. All one has to do is study the battle of Reach and realize the destructive power of their vessels even when outnumbered nearly four to one"

The reporter and Salarian doctor continued to talk, but it had long been drowned out by cheering.

"DRINKS ON THE HOUSE! THE WAR'S OVER!" The Asari bartender shouted, her voice full of cheer and mirth.

Patrons took up the cheer, a mixture across half a dozen species as some hugged, others laughed, and some wept for the lost in this dreadful conflict.

Of course, they weren't the only ones as the news spread, causing a cascade of celebration not only on the Citadel, but throughout the galaxy.

Sera. New Ephyra. Embry Square 20th of Rise, 424 A.E.

Celebrations had rocked the Coalition for three days. A massive outpouring of joy that the fighting was finally over. Nearly every world and colony held a parade, offices closed while people cheered, drank and enjoyed the return of peace.

There would no doubt be an uptick in children born nine months in the future, as celebrating couples or young adults enjoyed a different celebration behind closed doors.

But, as the weeks passed in the first month of summer, the novelty was replaced by the need to work, rebuild and transfer the industrial might of the Cog to a peace time economy. Gears and naval personnel that had survived years of war were starting to trickle home, their efforts and sacrifice respected by a grateful people.

Now, three weeks after the end of hostilities, the city of New Ephyra prepared for the latest speech from the Chairman.

A slight overcast of clouds draped the capital of the Coalition, the towering spires of glass and steel glimmering as peeks of sunlight poured through on the summer day.

Throngs of people crowded the plaza, the entire area cordoned off for the Chairman's speech. Security forces and Onyx Guard provided security, the men and women of the elite force having checked and rechecked any possible point of attack.

While most Serans would never dream of harming Diaz, all it would take is one to throw the Coalition into loss.

Stepping toward the podium as the looming spire of Perennial Tower cast shadows and shade upon the gathered crowd, Izabel Diaz panned her gaze among her fellow citizens. Dressed in a black, knee length dress with gold trim, she was flanked by several heroes of the war, including Admiral Trescu who was resplendent with medals and commendations that lined his dress uniform.

Brushing a few brunette bangs away from her brow, Izabel stood straight, her pride and love for the Coalition strong.

"My fellow Serans. Citizens of the Cog. You've all celebrated the ending of this dreadful conflict. A conflict that has left worlds burned to ash, systems seared of life. A conflict that saw our brave men and women in uniform pushed to the limit and beyond. A conflict that saw the deaths of nearly one hundred and forty million of our people! Caused by a collaboration of species that either wanted to enslave or exterminate us!" Slamming her palm down, her gaze glowered across the media outlets portraying her speech across the Coalition. "They paid the price of waging war against the Seran people! The Batarians face collapse and civil war! The Klor'vian threat has been declawed, their will broken and worlds seized under the power of our fleets and Gears! Soon, we will begin to colonize those worlds, making them new homes for our people!"

A roaring cheer erupted, rising from thousands of throats as the crowd displayed their support for the government.

Raising a hand, the outburst began to subside.

"Of course, not every species is out to enslave or exterminate us. The Turians value strength and honor. Hard work and dedication like many Serans. I dare to say our peoples are cut from the same cloth. The Asari value diplomacy, art and culture despite their failings. The Salarians have inquisitive minds while the Terrans are climbing out of childhood. I do believe the majority of our neighbors can have warm relations" She paused, taking a breath under the summer sun.

"But! We must stay vigilant! If this war has proven anything it is this!"

Grasping the podium, Izabel hardened her gaze as her voice darkened. "The galaxy is full of monsters…and we must be ready. Not only with military might, but technological, economic and numerical might as well. Our people must continue to repopulate! To increase our numbers! To rebuild our shattered worlds! FOR THE COALITION AND HER PEOPLE!" Slamming her fist down, trickles of sweat beaded under the summer sun as the crowd exploded in cheering.

Stepping back, Diaz smiled, knowing that every camera just broadcast her image and speech to every corner of Cog space.

Sitting at the table in the subterranean bunker well below the streets of New Ephyra, Chairman Diaz waited patiently as the gathered ministers and leadership of the Coalition took their seats. Most were in a jovial mood, the war's ending still fresh in their minds.

The men and women finally settled, giving Diaz a prompt to start. "Ministers. Despite our recent victory, we cannot afford to become complacent or weak. The Batarians and Toads still hate us, the Council wants us brought into the fold while stealing our own technologies. The Terrans seem to think we belong under their guidance and authority despite having barely a century of legitimate space flight. Unfortunately, the emergency directives of the Fortification Act will be lifting at the end of the month. We'll be returning to a full fledged government with voting and civilian rights. Not to mention war production and industry will be returning to the civilian sector. Some might see it as a weakening of our stance or military. We must ensure that any future threats will be met with extreme force"

"At least a return to normal government functions will make the Terrans shut up. Call us fascists simply for surviving the grubs and the contact wars. Half of their cities were in riots over minor military losses" Hanna Salton, the Minister of Colonial Affairs stated with a tone devoid of respect. A woman still trim and fit, she was platinum blonde and nearly ten years younger than Diaz herself. Married with five children, two of them served during the war, no doubt a worry for any parent. Fortunately, both survived, but her eldest son was wounded during the invasion of Glortha.

Diaz knew Salton had a keen mind, her administration skill and experience no doubt valuable in the coming months. There was no doubt her office would be pushing hard for resettlement and colonization of the new territories. Frankly, her beauty was the least dangerous thing about her and Salton's ambition was well known.

Definitely a contender for Chairman in the next election or the one after.

But, Izabel couldn't dwell on the possibilities of future political opponents. Right now, she had to conduct this meeting. "For now, it's a minor political stance on Earth, voiced by hardliners and socialists. But, we should think about inserting some agents to keep an eye on things" Waving a hand, she gave assent to the closest male. "Secretary Kentrelli? What latest developments can the navy hope to see? They're our first line of defense and as long as I'm chairman, they'll have support"

The older, pudgy man picked up his personal datapad, the naval secretary prepared for this meeting. "First of all, our capital ships are unmatched in firepower, especially the monitors. We can reasonably assume the Turians and other species will begin to develop counters to those in the next few years. However, the Baird class destroyer should be replaced. They suffered the heaviest losses during the war and we need a new one"

"Have we been working on one?" Diaz inquired.

"We have" Sending a small data packet, the holographic display in the center of the conference table sprung to life, revealing a new type of vessel. Ugly and angular, the ship matched Seran designs as its long shape took on the form of a rifle.

"We've dubbed it the Stroud class. The crew is cut down to two hundred while armor and shielding are increased by an additional fifty percent. We've also increased the fusion warhead capacity, defensive batteries and emergency shielding in case of hull breaches. Also, instead of just launching one warhead during an attack run, the Stroud class will be able to launch four simultaneously, swamping the defender. However, I would like to put off production until the new Slip Space drives are developed"

"How is research progressing toward the next generation?"

"Excellent. The men and women working on it claim one hundred and three light years per day. But, with testing and development still underway, we don't expect a viable upgrade until next summer…possibly the winter of the following year"

"Still, that will be a significant increase in our naval speed and capabilities to reach potential border incursions from hostiles. Speaking of border hostilities, what can we do to ensure the Cog isn't swamped by spy ships or wandering military vessels? Space is vast and we just nearly doubled the size of our territory. It will be frighteningly easy for the Salarians or Asari to slip some ships into our space"

Kentrelli coughed lightly, then brought up a new floating image. A mess of arrays, antenna and sensors, the floating image spun above the desk, its light particles giving a light flicker. "Naval research has upgraded our deep space sensor stations. They'll have a spherical sensor range of approximately twenty light years. Not only for stellar phenomena, but encroaching ship drives as well. We start lining the border with these and we'll detect any ship illegally crossing. They can also pick up the 'slip wave' our own ships produce to some extent, but our main focus is Element Zero drives and Klor'vian ship engines"

Diaz looked closer, her gaze scrutinizing the floating projection above her desk. "I'm assuming we'll need to deploy many of these to fully cover the Cog borders, including to the East past Anvengad? That region along the galactic arm is vastly unexplored"

"We'll probably need several hundred, maybe a few thousand. Fortunately, they're relatively cheap to build and maintain. We could have production started by mid summer, probably through naval contracts then have deployment carried out by the fleets"

"Do it. And speaking of the fleets, how are they faring?"

"The sixth is taking over patrol duties at Tarn. With the Asari and Turians doing the same at Vio'shelek, that should be more than enough local firepower to deal with any Toad attack…if they're insane enough to try" Taking a sip of water, Kentrelli quickly continued. "The 2nd fleet will be in support at Oceania while the rest will be resuming normal patrol duties in all sectors. Recruitment will fall, but it won't be an issue now that battlefield losses are basically gone. I'm sure your aware the 5th fleet is now stationed in the Onyx system as the 1st takes over patrols"

"Very good. Now, Minister Ghevov, how are things looking from the economic sector?"

The middle aged man scowled, his harsh face a cross of his genetics. While not ugly, he would be instantly portrayed as some movie villain. Which was unfortunate because he was actually quite friendly and respected despite his youthful age of forty eight.

Speaking abruptly, his voice was a rough hew with a tint of the old Gorasnayan dialect as he brought up a current map of the Cog and her colonies. The northern sector was red, stretching from Oasis and Oceania all the way to Aspho and Prescott. "We weren't crippled by the war, but it came close. Most of the populations of these worlds are gone and the infrastructure destroyed. While our other colonies did pick up the slack, building ships, training Gears and the losses we took was devastating. Simply put, we cannot afford to keep building fleets. We're at the limit right now. This doesn't even include the millions of men and women in uniform. Plus, we have nearly half a million troops in the C.A.G. some of which are just beginning their terms of enlistment. We need to bring those men and women home to work, rebuild and reestablish our worlds. Hell, the Toads basically seared the northern Cog of life. Only the Fenix system escaped because they went dark. Mining outposts, smelting yards and minor trade depots in dozens of systems were destroyed" Taking a breath, his gaze fell on the men and women gathered. "I know many of you see the Terrans and Council as potential enemies, but we could really use more trade with them. That will go a long way to bringing up the civilian economy and promoting growth"

"Thank you minister. Please compile a full report by the end of the week" Staying calm, Diaz knew that the war had been a gutting affair. Yes, they won, but it was horrendously expensive, especially with the losses they took in skilled labor, manufacturing, farming, trade…the list no doubt would drag across the floor. Taking another hard breath, Izabel gave a small nod to Hanna, prompting the colonial minister to take the table.

"Obviously, we all know that the peace treaty with the Klor'vians gave us three new worlds and nearly fourteen hundred light years of new territory. We should begin colonization immediately, especially of Glortha"

"Are you mad? We should concentrate on rebuilding Oasis, Prescott and Convel!" Daryn Javen proclaimed, his voice ringing through the bunker. Minister of Infrastructure and Utilities, his job ensured that all worlds had enough funding for sewage, water and other essentials for modern civilization.

"That will take years! Glortha was practically unsettled and the devastation is minimal! That world is ripe, healthy and ready for settlement!" Bringing up a holographic image, the planet in question spun slowly, its blue oceans and green landmasses giving a light glow. The single continent shaped like a talon spun, rendered clouds passing overhead as the near perfect halo of islands chains, specks of land and sprawling archipelagoes seemed to beckon.

"Could we please name it something else? All these names are terrible"

"I like Halo. The islands form a near perfect ring along the Western Hemisphere and the name just fits" Salton stated.

"Name it that, and come up with new designations for Le'hak and Bo'link" Tapping her finger upon the large table, the chairman quickly decided. "Colonization will be implemented at all three of these planets. Along with continued efforts at Pandora. However, we must also prioritize our devastated colonies"

"Chairman. We also need to start proper surveys of our new acquisitions. The Pandora-Reach corridor alone stretches over four hundred light years and one hundred across. The northern Cog will take years to properly survey"

"We can pull a few Cruiser squadrons to escort survey vessels. Will also have the benefit of giving some of the newer ships and crews experience" Fleet Lord Stratton proposed.

"Do it"

"What about a full map exchange with the Council? During the war it was necessary to keep our worlds hidden, but how long can we really hide our worlds realistically? The Salarians and Asari aren't stupid. I'm sure some deep space telescopes have already been tasked to start identifying our colonies. Realistically, we have a few years at best before they find Sera. This doesn't even consider a disgruntled mining ship captain simply selling the data" Salton pushed, the woman firmly believing that the time has come for an equal trade.

"That will have to be brought up in the House of Sovereigns. The Coalition needs a replacement to the Reach Accords and that will be one of the points discussed. Now, anything else?"

"I'd like to suggest the C.A.G. units close to finishing their contracts be transported to Pandora now. They can finish the rest of their service by clearing farmland, digging sewer lines and the like. It will hasten colonization, especially when that world will be going through a massive influx in the coming years"

"Of course, General Matheon. Make it happen. Any further issues can be brought to my desk tomorrow. I suggest we break for the night and enjoy this peace while we can"

A mild chorus of agreement wafted through the air, the work of government never really done as the Coalition began the first steps to consolidating their gains.

Earth, Vienna. April 25th, 2163 (26th of Rise, 424 A.E.)

Prime Minister Molotov stood at the podium, the press room crowded with reporters from all corners of Earth. Floating camera drones mixed in with the lighting as the assembled men and women held pen shaped microphones, recorders, and other technologies used for their craft.

Flanked by a few members of her cabinet, the elected leader of the Systems Alliance knew a press conference was needed to settle any issues or rumors that arose after the Klor'vian surrender.

"Prime Minister. Were you aware that humans would not be privy to the post war discussions carried out by the Council and Coalition? And why, despite all our losses did we walk away empty handed?" A male asked, his accent portraying him from New York.

"Our government was unaware of the discussions leading up to the peace treaty since we were considered a minor partner in the war. However, I have to disagree with your second question. Humanity gained several things from this treaty"

"But we made no territorial gains while the Coalition and Asari secured several garden worlds"

"That's true" Svetlana admitted, her smile disarming as the practiced politician continued. "But, we gained access to advanced engine upgrades which are already being integrated into our naval fleets. I suspect in the next few years we will begin to pull away from the relay lines, colonizing and exploring off the beaten path. Not only that, but it is confirmed by our own ambassadors that because of our efforts, we have built up prestige in the eyes of the Turians and Serans. That respect among the galactic community will be essential for our species to thrive and advance. A far more rewarding prize than a few minor systems on the other side of the galaxy. Next question"

"Prime Minster. What current plan does your office have for bringing the Seran people into the Alliance?"

"None. Questions of evolution and how they exist aside, if we were to try and force them into becoming a subject, I fear the military conflict would be a disaster for us and would leave Earth and her colonies as subjects of the Coalition. So no, the official stance of my administration is that they are a separate power that we have no claim over"

"What about the growing popularity of the 'Unification Party' Their hardline stance and rapid growth could become a problem"

"Herman Haskin and his party draw much of their ideals from the old fascist governments of the twentieth century. They shout and cry for a single human state, but don't seem to understand that our society has no place for backwards thinking. As a civilized people, we must accept that the Coalition and Seran people have their own culture, history, and way of doing things. My hope is to work with them and to push for anthropologists to visit their homeworld to discover how two branches of humanity inhabit this galaxy"

A slender, brunette woman in a yellow dress raised her hand, the microphone pen clasped firmly between slender fingers.

"Prime Minister. Many colonists along the Batarian border worry that the navy is too small to properly protect them. With the increase of Hegemony collapse rising every day and the still constant pirate raids, what does the military plan to do?"

Svetlana smiled, her attractiveness still somewhat viable as she clasped her hands over the podium. "Funding for an increased naval presence will be in the coming budget for this year. I will be pushing for at least two colonial defense squadrons to patrol the border, acting as a rapid defense force in case of piracy. However, there are plans to scale back colonization efforts in new systems. We must ensure our current territory is adequately protected and right now, that is impossible. Simply put, we stretched too far and now funding for infrastructure, defense, and other necessities is stretched to the breaking point"

"Prime Minister, last question. How does the Systems Alliance plan to address the tens of thousands of men and women that will be emigrating to the Seran colony of Pandora. They're essentially abandoning their citizenship and Earth"

"That is something to be discussed with Coalition representatives. Hopefully, we can employ a dual citizenship and maintain all the fundamental rights our people value. Now, that is all the time I have, good day" Stepping back, the reporters scrambled to make their reports, soon flooding their news networks with the latest issues of military buildup, risk to the outer colonies, and possible diplomatic actions.

Widow System. The Citadel 1st of Heat, 424 A.E.

Surrounded by the gaseous nebula of swirling purples, oranges and other elements, the sprawling space station bustled with incoming trade vessels, military craft, and a constant glow of shimmering lights. The arms were extended, the habitation housing several million.

The Destiny Ascension and the Citadel Defense Fleet watched serenely and cautiously, the warships having safely returned the Councilors a week before….along with the hated war criminals of the Caliphate.

Having been transported on the Anvil Gate, the Avengad class Monitor had docked among the upper outer arm, its two mile length nearly too large for proper docking at the Citadel. Fortunately, the warship did fit among the port…barely.

Obviously not alone, a Heavy Cruiser flotilla took up guard as well, watching from the roiling nebula as sensors tracked all traffic for threats.

Bea Ja'tol stood at the entrance to the docking port, just past C-sec as lines of officers pushed back against furious Asari, Salarians, and even a few raged fueled Turians.

Turning to the floating camera drone, the Asari tried to remain pleasant as the first escorting Gears and police strode by, armed to the teeth with deadly looking rifles held tightly to their chests.

"Hello. I'm Bea Ja'tol for CNN. Today marks the beginning of the war trials against the former Klor'vian government. With strict security and heavy guard, tensions are high as the Serans finally bring the prisoners to meet their fate" Stepping to the side, the stunning reporter swung an open arm as more insults flew at the emerging prisoners from the Coalition warship.

Dressed in a bright, sickly orange, the clothing was nothing more than simple pants and a light shirt. Even the shoes were unlaced, replaced for simple slippers. But the familiar visage of reptilian scales of emerald green, yellowish eyes and the breathing slits of their faces were quite easy to identify as the crowd grew louder.

"Butcher!"

"Murderer!"

"Monster!"

"Piece's of Verran Shit!"

The crowd of species, a mixture of nearly every known galactic race ranted and yelled at the column of war criminals under heavy C-Sec guard, their trudging path a shuffle of shackles and linked chains.

"VERMIN! ALL OF YOU ARE VERMIN TRASH!" Y'larv screamed out, his rage and disgust at the inferiors spurning even more hatred. Struggling against his chains, a nearby Gear quickly butted his rifle against the scaled stomach of the former leader, causing a coughing spittle to emerge.

An Asari threw a rotting fruit, the disgusting stink splattering against Y'larv. "I HOPE YOU NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN!"

"CRETIN! KLORTA WILL SEE YOU BURN! THESSIA WILL BURNN!"

"Shut up!" the helmeted Gear once again struck the prisoner, the Seran taking a small amount of satisfaction as the former supreme priest doubled over and coughed up a spittle of bile.

"Get them to the trial! We can't hold off the crowd forever!" Another officer yelled, the purple skinned Asari manning the line with hundreds of others.

The crowd pushed and yelled, their hatred against the war criminal's paramount.

"Keep them moving! That crowd will rip them apart!" A helmeted Seran yelled, his lancer rifle swinging to protect the prisoners despite his own hatred.

"As you can see, thing are getting rough on the Presidium" Bea reported before her gaze settled on several Coalition officers, including the famous war hero, Alya Carmine.

"Admiral Carmine! May I ask a few questions before the trial starts?" Ja'tol quicky pushed, the reporter not keen on missing the chance for a light interview.

"I have a few minutes" Taking a relaxed stance, the officer's orange hair seemed to burn under the lighting of the port. Coupled with her assortment of military medals, midnight black uniform lines with gold trim, and enchanting beauty, many would want to hear the Admiral's words.

"Thank you. Now my first question is, do you anticipate a lengthy trial?"

Clasping her hands behind her back, Alya looked at the Asari reporter with a no-nonsense gaze. "No. The former supreme priest and his lackeys are guilty beyond question. This trial will no doubt see a record conviction"

"Do you personally support this trial, Admiral?"

"No. I would've shoved them all out an airlock and be done with them. But, The Chairman is pushing for a lifetime conviction because it will be more humiliating for the convicted. Essentially, many believe death is too easy for them all, despite the disgust many feel for these…creatures. Staring at a cell wall for the next hundred years will be a nightmare for a being such as Y'larv"

"I understand that the Turian's have offered to house them at the penal colony of Maitrum, how do the Seran people feel about that?"

Carmine lightly shifted her footing, her gaze instantly tracking a nearby Salarian. But, reverting her gaze, the Admiral replied. "I cannot speak for every Seran. But if we were to house them, the chances of incidents would increase dramatically. The Turians have offered the best chance for the maximum sentence to be carried out"

"Last question, Admiral. I understand that you were an integral part of the peace process. Are you satisfied with the Tenvor'ti Peace Treaty?"

"For the most part, yes. Now if you'll excuse me" Turning abruptly, Alya Carmine proceeded to the trail, making her way to the slowest elevator in the galaxy as the crowd continued to jeer and shout.

"Stay tuned for more news after these messages" Smiling broadly at the camera, the feed cut out, leaving the reporter standing near C-sec as the officers continued to hold the line against the shouting throng of citizens.

Three Days later.

Nebulan light poured through the exterior window of the chambers, casting a hue of pinks and purples across the councilors who resided in their elevated seats. A temporary position was given to Admiral Carmine and the military prosecutors, the Serans having contributed more than enough evidence to convict the defense ten times over.

Not that Y'larv or his underlings cooperated in any way, shape or form. From blatant racism, threats of continued genocide and every vile curse spilled forth, the former Supreme Priest made sure that these proceedings were hell.

Not surprisingly, the patience of the Council had already broken in the last day, giving way to the Turian Councilor roaring in fury.

"THE DEFENSE WILL RESPECT THE LAWS OF THE COUNCIL!" Procus roared, his patience with the collection of war criminals wearing beyond thin. Eyes blazing like silver mercury, his hatred for the former leadership made him almost sick to his stomach. Staring down at the chained Klor'vian's, he had tried to remain impartial, but the sheer monstrosity of the Supreme Priest sickened him beyond belief.

How the Serans managed to not climb over and beat them to death was beyond him, but they managed…barely.

He could tell by the few Gears and C-Sec officers lining the walls that all would just love to put a bullet in any of the Toads.

Hell, Procus would as well.

"Why would the Caliphate recognize the laws of trash and sub-creatures? You pollute the very air I breathe! Only the will of Klorta has allowed you to live this long! BUT NO MORE! ONCE THESSIA AND SERA BURN, MY REBUILT FLEETS WILL MAKE PALAVEN A GRAVEYARD!" Y'larv screamed with a righteous bellow despite his state of dress and shackles. Fury and rage crossing his reptilian features, his throat sac was already a crimson red.

"SILENCE!" Tevos shouted, banging the gavel to bring the six defendants under control.

"Where is the traitor, Bo'klar! I'll have him left in the desert to suffer the worst fate of dehydration! The…THE DEFILER!" Tri'kal, the former priest in charge of propaganda yelled, his rough voice a hew of scorn as his own throat sac seeped crimson.

"I SAID SILENCE!" Banging the gavel once more, the Asari female knew it was futile as the Toads made a complete mockery of her authority.

"I've heard enough. Let's just sentence them and throw away the key" Carmine managed to utter over the shouts, her voice dangerously calm as the piles of reports, testimonies and sheer historical facts piled against the criminals was far in excess of what was needed for conviction.

"Agreed" Snarling the word, Tevos could understand why the Serans had suffered such losses against such a mad, fanatical foe. Slamming the gavel once more, her feminine voice rose above the pitch and guttural curses.

"Y'larv!"

"Tri'kal"

"Bonniv'lesh!"

"Glenn'vik!"

"As'hale!"

"And Hel'flir! This Council finds you guilty on all charges! The sheer heinousness of your crimes and the crimes of your forefathers makes you guilty beyond hope or forgiveness! This body of law sentences you to five thousand years without the possibility of parole! You will be imprisoned at the Turian Penal Colony of Maitrum where even escape will end your life! I will not even sully the prayers of the goddesses for mercy as you are beyond forgiveness! Take them away!"

"Just you wait feeble smoothskin! I'll make sure my people visit the worse hell on all your home world's! I'll—" A Turian walked up, pressing an electric prod to the prisoner's neck, the electricity causing an immediate loss of consciousness…and loosening of bowels as Y'larv collapsed.

"Disgusting. He soiled himself" Scrunching his avian plates in Turian disgust, several officers simply used the shock sticks to bring the prisoners under control before carrying them from the chambers.

"Goddess…what a nightmare. To think his bloodline controlled the Klor'vian people for centuries" Rubbing her temples, Tevos grabbed a glass of water and quickly drank to dispel the taste of even talking to such a vile alien.

"The sheer disrespect…" Procus curled his clawed hands, the Turian still roiling with rage. Glancing toward Admiral Carmine, he had the highest regard for her patience. "How did you stay so calm?"

"I imagined strangling him with my bare hands…the entire time. It was the only thing I could think of to prevent myself from actually carrying out his murder in front of everybody" Flexing her own fingers, the decorated war hero had come so…so close. Frankly, vaulting over the elevated podium, tackling Y'larv and choking the life out of him would have been easy.

"That beast…He'll rot for the rest of his days, pining over a lost empire"

"Procus. Make sure that monster suffers every day…every hour until he dies a broken, shattered mess at the end of his pathetic life. Make sure they all wish for the end of suffering, but it never comes"

"Trust me, Admiral. Maitrum will be a hell for him. I'll see to that. Within the laws of the Council of course" He hastily added.

"May I suggest we meet for drinks after informing the media? After all, this had to be a record prosecution in galactic history. Plus, would be a beneficial gathering between Coalition and Citadel representatives" Junisa smiled, the Salarian hiding the deeply distraught emotions he felt during the three day trial.

"After that, I think we could all use a drink" Alya commented as she stood. Brushing strands of orange hair, the decorated officer left the podium as the councilors did the same.

"And make sure somebody cleans up that mess Y'larv left! Smells like Varren shit in here!" Procus shouted out, knowing somebody would hear the command.


The Presidium was far more than a few embassies, cafes and shops. There were the finest restaurants, clothing outlets, luxuries, and for the elected officials, some exclusive bars for only the best and wealthiest.

Soft, hinted blue lighting ran along the walls of the Stargazer Bar House, adding to the panoramic view. The left wall was basically a window showing the swirling beauty of the nebula, the glowing gases and cosmos a breathtaking sight to behold. Bathing the patrons and the nearby bar and tables, one could actually watch the steady flow of commerce, incoming ships and the abundant civilization of the Citadel.

No wonder this was a favorite gathering spot for the upper echelon of society.

Alya Carmine really wasn't used to this sort of elegance. Her whole life has been military…aside from the leave she took to birth her children and the visits home. Even her house had been simple, adequate for her salary and her husbands.

The pang hurt, a memory of her lost son and beloved Nathan. But her two daughters were safe, living with relatives on Sera right outside the city of Hannover.

But the gathered species here seemed to take it all in stride, including ambassador Almstead and his wife. Obviously, Ambassador Ichika Kojima was mingling, the Japanese woman holding a glowing blue glass of some drink as she talked with a Volus.

Alya studied the short, suited alien, the unique voice and heavy breathing quite discernable "What an odd species. But not as weird looking as the Hanar. Basically a talking Jellyfish. But, they do seem peaceful and polite"

Her gaze fell upon an Elcor, the large and slow talking land creature instantly reminding her of elephants. Of course, genetically they weren't even related.

Speaking of genetic familiarity, Alya found herself studying the Terran ambassador once more. With the war over, there would no doubt be a growing sense of need to conduct research into how and why two branches of humanity formed.

The issue was a burning question among xenoanthropologist's, geneticists, and historians, especially considering the similarities between their two species as well. Dogs, cats and fish, birds and large land animals. Even crops had a similar genetic code between the two worlds.

Then the theories flew from Prothean involvement, sheer coincidence to both their species being part of some ancient, human empire that spanned the galaxy.

There was even a theory that the Asari were actually a third branch, due to their similarity to human females.

"If we were part of some ancient Seran empire, we would've found some remnant. But who knows, that's not my field" Pushing past the thought, her mind quickly went to military affairs.

Frankly, she wondered how long this post war glow would last. Many wanted Seran technology, especially in terms of military hardware. Others wanted to bring them to heel, or simply fold them into the Alliance.

The Turians respected them, but many would prefer the Cog taking up the position of a fourth seat. Which, while not an ideal prospect, far better then being dragged into the Systems Alliance.

At least Chairman Diaz had no plans to open the Cog to Terran immigration. Her belief was correct in that regard. The Terrans outnumbered her people nearly five to one. Allowing millions across their borders would only bring doom.

Panning her gaze, a few infantry officers mingled with the lawyers and prosecutors, the aura of speech and bits of warm laughter mixing in with clinking glasses, soft music and warm lighting. Making her way over to the buffet table under the stellar glow from the nebula, most of it was covered with foods from half a dozen worlds.

Picking up a sample that had the coloration of a heavy pink with mixing swirls of blue, Alya took a bite.

"Tastes like salmon"

"Admiral Carmine. Are you enjoying yourself?"

A Turian stood nearby, her facial plates marked with a swirling tattoo among a mixture of blue and gray markings. Her eyes were a dull silver. Dressed in the Turian equivalent of a dress uniform, the female's own chest was resplendent with ribbons and medals.

"It's a pleasant affair. Especially after dealing with the trail and that disgusting monster. But I find the whole thing a little extravagant for my tastes"

Lightly chuckling, the Turian extended her arm and hand in greeting. "Rear Admiral Niana Mausis" Indicating a table with a few other officers in the corner as nebulan light pooled, her demeanor was polite "Would you care to join us? We've been retelling war stories of our battles"

Picking up a glass of some green tinted alcohol, Alya figured it was better than getting stuck talking about the political landscape.

"I'd like that" Following, Carmine quickly sat. Her gaze fell on two Asari and three total Turians, all of them with notable ranks. Introductions went around, adding to the buzz of words in the establishment.

Leaning forward, one of the Turians immediately jumped into conversation. "You have a very impressive flagship, Admiral. Watched her dock. Spirits, the honor and prestige to fly such a vessel must fill your heart with pride"

"I do feel that honor. The pride from countless years of hard work along with several hard fought battles. The Anvil Gate is a powerful ship with an excellent crew. However, I do admit to missing my old flagship, Ashes of Victory. It was on that vessel that I achieved some of my most stunning victories against the Toads"

"I'm almost jealous. The Batarians had the ships, but were so pitiful at using them. To call them a navy was insulting" Mausis groused, the honored Turian shaking her head. "But I served with honor and bravery while claiming several victories. I was awarded the Sword of Palaven" Indicating the stylized sword of gold adorning her dress uniform, you could feel the pride Niana felt.

"Don't be too jealous. I fought Bo'klar's fleet at Vio'shelek. He may be a bastard, but he managed to pull off a great victory even if it only bought time" The second Turian stated with a grudging respect.

"The ground fighting was awful. We made great strides at first, my unit getting behind strong points, destroying enemy pockets, but it all unraveled once they began their counterattack. Lost nearly half my commando units during the retreat" The Asari mentioned with a remembering sigh. Perking up, the azure skinned female gave a small sigh of regret at the fallen. Deciding to steer the conversation, the Asari pointed to the assembled medals

"You have quite the commendations yourself, Admiral. Forgive my bluntness, but how are they earned?" The commando Captain, Jae Re'tol inquired with curiosity.

Taking a sip of her drink, Carmine figured there was no harm. Pointing to the first, a brightly crimson gear with a skull in the middle, she spoke. "This is the Crimson Gear. It is earned by shedding blood during military service. I was wounded during the Battle of Convel. Took shrapnel to the side when my flagship came under heavy fire" Continuing, she indicated the crossed swords behind a circular, blue orb of amethyst. "This is the Colonial Defense Badge. Obviously earned for protecting home territory"

"They cut deeply into the Coalition during the first months, correct?" The third Turian asked, the infantry officer's tone light and respectful.

"They did. The losses were atrocious during those first months" Voice dropping at the memory, Alya thought it best to move on. Indicating a silver spear, the medal seemed to give a soft glow of swirling light. "This is the Spear of Pyrrha. It is only awarded to military units or vessels that are outnumbered at least two to one. During the battle of Convel, I was facing two to one odds against Bo'klar's fleet. However, I won the following battle at Oceania and stopped the Caliphate's advance. That is how I was awarded the Onyx Star" Showing the orb of pure blackness studded with minor diamonds, it was surrounded by a field of a gold sunburst. "It is the highest honor that can be earned in battle. Nearly ninety percent awarded during the war were post-humous, given to the next of kin. Those who go beyond the call of duty…to face the enemy when defeat is almost certain. To willingly prepare to sacrifice one's life against overwhelming odds. Those are the type of individuals that earn the Onyx Star" Voice filled with pride, Alya took another sip of her glowing green drink.

"To fight in such a battle and achieve victory…the honor would be immeasurable" Mausis commented, the naval officer finding her own achievements lacking.

"My fleet was gutted after Oceania, along with millions of war dead, including my eldest son and husband. But the enemy was halted, forced into retreat at a horrible cost"

"I'm sorry to hear that, Admiral"

"They were Gears, and I fired on their position to stop the enemy advance after the Toads landed troops on the planet. It was a terrible cost personally and for the Coalition" Her face hardened, the memory harsh. Taking a deep drink that emptied the glass, Mausis lowered her head in respect to the fallen. "May the spirits guide them to an honored afterlife"

"Thank you. They died bravely and to the last, buying enough time to save hundreds of thousands of lives. They will be remembered. Just like every Seran ancestor" Those last words were hard, a promise to the fallen and their sacrifices.

Silence reigned at the table for a minute, the gathering of diplomats and officers still abundant with conversation around the bar and open areas near the bay window.

"Perhaps a change of subject?" Re'tol suggested.

"That might be best. Any thoughts of the growing colonialism in the Nueva Sector? Carmine?" Mausis pushed, the Turian curious.

"I think caution would be best for my people. But if you're wondering if I have an issue with council species settling on Pandora, I don't so long as it's a reasonable rate. I am concerned about Terrans though. Their last few centuries were a mess and some of them think any opinion must be shared by all. Just study the urban insurrections of North America during the early twenty first century. I fear situations like that could arise, with fringe groups trying to enforce their values. It is no secret that many Terrans think that my people should be subservient to them"

"What would your people do if there was an uprising of a Terran political group?"

"Obviously Gears would be called in to crush them immediately. Insurrection, riots and instability have no place in the Coalition" Emphasizing her point, Carmine continued. "I've been studying Terran history extensively and some of those groups would never even get the chance in the Cog. Leaders would be arrested, financial assets seized and if the case is serious enough, execution or life imprisonment. My people have struggled for every-thing and a few fools will not unravel centuries of reconstruction"

General Nuna Produs chuckled, raising his own drink. "Well said! The sanctity of civilization and law must be upheld! That's why I like your species, Carmine. Serans believe in the Octus Canon and live by its creed! Just like Turians and the Oath of Honor!" Laughter erupted from the male, his inebriation growing.

Allowing herself a small smirk, Alya felt herself relaxing. "Now that is something to agree on"

"What about Asari? Or Salarians? Or the Krogan? Thousands served in your Coalition during the war"

"I don't see an issue so long as colonial laws are obeyed. They put in the risk, service and sacrifice…so long as they remember that Pandora is a Coalition world" Taking a refilled glass from a waiter, Alya sipped as the answer seemed to satisfy the group. Setting down the glass, she studied the Asari. "So, have your people named that new ice planet yet?"

"I'm sure the High Matriarchs will think of some elegant sounding name. Do wish we took Vio'shelek though. All that fighting for nothing" Shaking her head, Jae knew it would have cost thousands upon thousands of lives to clear that planet. And going back, against those fanatics? She had been lucky to get out alive with half her unit still standing.

"I'm just glad it's over. Far too much death and killing" Swirling the drink in her glass, the emerald liquid glowed as Alya watched it, her memories harsh and brutal.

"You know, I heard a rumor that the Primarch is looking to establish a Thrashball league" The infantry officer voiced, earning a sudden interest from Alya.

"Really? Now that's interesting" Smiling, the conversation quickly swung into sports, popular teams, and cultural trends as the memories of the war were momentarily forgotten by those that fought it.

Caleston Rift, Talava System. 10th of Heat, 424 A.E.

The reddish, brown world of Maitrum hung among the velvet ink of the cosmos, its surface a pock-marked hellscape of sun blasted heat. With only a trace atmosphere, the surface would be deadly for those unprotected.

A minor space port did rest upon the surface, the cluster of habitation and structures heavily shielded from stellar winds and heat.

Settling with a reducing glow of engines, the prison transport came to a rest upon the tarmac, the overhead doors sliding shut with a groan. Clanging shut after a few minutes of effort, recycled air was pumped into the cavern, giving a breathing atmosphere for the incoming prisoners.

The ramp lowered, revealing a line of thirty prisoners in glowing, electric shackles that adorned their wrists, feet and necks. All connected with matching orange jumpsuits, they had no choice but to shuffle onto the scrubby, pitted tarmac toward the main airlock door.

"Get moving!" The Turian guard barked, his rifle prodding Y'larv in the back.

Rage rising, the supreme priest tried to turn. "You dare to touch the Supreme Priest you tr-!"

"I SAID GET MOVING!" Sick of the Klor'vian, the transport guard hit him in the back, causing a flaring ripple of pain to run up his green scales. Pulled along by the other prisoners, Y'larv sneered and growled as they made their way inside.

Coming into an open area that was protected by a thick security glass, several of the prisoners could see levels upon levels of cells, leading deeper into the planet.

"Eyes forward, trash!" The guard yelled once more, the rifle butt striking the former priest with a harsh thwack of pain.

Snarling, Y'larv looked forward toward an elevated platform. A turian stood there, his armor a dull blue as two guards flanked him. Clasping arms behind his back, the avian looked down at the prisoners with contempt.

"Welcome to the Maitrum Prison Colony! I am Commandant Maxinius and my word is law!" The words rang, echoing in the chamber as he stood straighter. "Home to half a million of the worst offenders in the Hierarchy, we are now blessed with some of the lowest scum to ever breathe. Please welcome our valued guests, Y'larv and his lackeys!"

Laughter erupted from the guards and officers, even from the other Turian prisoners still shackled.

Grinning, Commandant Maxinius stared down at Y'larv like a soaring predator eyeing a field rodent. "Because of his fame, the former priest will be given the most rewarding accommodations. Something…deserving"

"You dare to speak to the beloved leader of the Caliphate with such disrespect! I'll have y-" As'hale screamed, the former lacky quickly earning a beat down by several guards.

"Of course, escape is impossible. Even if you manage to reach the surface, this planet will kill you in less than a minute. Enjoy your stay…because none of you will ever leave" Turning with a flourish, the commandant left though a hissing doorway, leaving the prisoners alone.

"Get moving, vermin!" Butted once again, Y'larv snarled and turned.

"FILTH! I'LL KILL YOU!" Trying to step forward, the shackles of his feet made him trip…which only opened up a rough kicking from the guards. Stomping boots and heavy blows crashed into his chest and arms, the racist, despicable war criminal beaten down.

Finally done, Y'larv groaned, his body feeling like a broken pile of glass as blood leaked from his reptilian nose and lips.

"Take him to the light box. This garbage makes me sick to look at" A guard captain ordered before giving one more swift kick to the priest.

"Yes sir" Two guards picked up the beaten and bleeding Y'larv, dragging him to another doorway of heavy security and locks.

Floating in and out of consciousness, Y'larv missed the brays and calls from the other inmates as they descended upon the freight elevator. Dragged along a hallway lined with steel doors and electronic locks, the reptilian coughed up more splatters of green blood as they finally halted.

"Here we go. Enjoy your stay…your holiness" Tossing him into the cell, the two Turians laughed as the door swung shut, leaving the struggling Klor'vian on the floor.

Gasping, Y'larv finally managed to pick himself up after a few minutes, finding the cell bathed in near total darkness. Minimal furnishings of a cot, sink and toilet were the only visible items. Only a small glass window maybe half a foot across gave light, the shafts of vile red pouring across the lone cot.

Struggling to stand, Y'larv snarled with pain as he limped to the sealed window. This prison must have been dug out near a chasm, not that it really mattered.

Sand. Nothing but sunblasted, solar swept sand greeted him. A dead, lifeless world of radiation, extreme temperatures and a blazing, hostile sun was all he could see.

For one that believed in the teachings of Klorta…to value life and preserve it from those that would destroy it…the sight was a nightmare devoid of even the tiniest pond, tree or scuttling creature.

Klorta was devoid from this wretched place. His guiding light gone.

Clutching his head, the priest screamed as he stepped away from the vile scenery. "VERMIN! THE GALAXY IS NOTHING BUT VERMIN! BO'KLAR! SERAN TRASH! ALL OF YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS SUFFERING!" Screaming once more, Y'larv would never again lay his eyes on the abundant life of the sacred worlds of his people.

A fitting punishment for the tyrant as he continued to scream upon his new found torment.

System CC-973. 23 LY from Nueva Thessa. 11 LY from Western border of Coalition Space. 24th of Heat, 424 A.E.

A lone Salarian stealth craft emerged from light jump, the energies dissipating from the tiny vessel as the dead system came into view. Engines momentarily flared, pushing the craft into the swirling nebula and out of possible sensor range. The last thing the Salarians wanted was some random vessel to stumble across them.

It would be an embarrassing end to the mission before it even began.

Crewed by five STG agents, the mission at hand was vitally important for not only the Salarians, but the security of the Council as well.

Staring out the bridge window at the endless cosmos, Lead Agent Bamik Texs clasped his slender hands behind his back as the lower agents swept sensors.

"We're alone. No ships in system as planned"

"Excellent. Is the new drive functioning according to specifications?"

"No issues with the upgrades" one of the other Salarians stated, the male hunched over a terminal as eyes rapidly tracked data.

"Excellent. Prepare for the next jump"

The crew started to prepare, ensuring that the stealth systems and sensor absorbing shielding was performing perfectly.

Scowling, Texs found it rather insulting that the mobility his ship now used was developed by a fanatical race bent on eradication of all sentient life. Salarians were innovators, scientists and engineers. Yet the Klor'vian developed a means for travel that would no doubt make the relays obsolete.

At least they had been defanged and beaten under the might of the Council.

The fact that the Cog had been the primary cause of their losses were barely acknowledged by him as he quickly contemplated the risks the second branch of humanity presented.

The Serans were quickly amassing power and highly innovative. Already, they approached the military might of the Turians with a visible advantage in capital ships and firepower. Use of A.I. was illegal, yet they used them without a care for Citadel law or the risks presented by the Geth. Genetic engineering had doubled their life span while their terraforming technologies were rumored to be far more effective than anything even the Asari could muster. Their slipspace drives allowed full battle's fleet to appear anywhere and avoid all relay choke points. If a union of the Systems Alliance and Cog occurred, it could potentially tilt the balance of power toward a combined humanity, leaving the Citadel at their mercy.

That must not be allowed. The location of population centers, industrial and scientific instillations must be revealed. And if an opportunity arose, securing vital technologies.

"If war were to be declared between the Council and Cog, Serans still have a seventeen percent chance of a stalemate victory. Krogan will possibly join with Serans, further tipping power in their favor. Worlds and assets must be revealed for possible first strike in worst case scenario. The Serans are vastly more dangerous than the Systems Alliance and are willing to ensure any cost for victory"

Bamik Texs had to allow a small smile to show. The Serans may be dangerous, but respect must be given to a people as resourceful and resilient as them.

Historical files had already proven that.

Another agent barely blinked at his station, the rapidity of his fingers flying across light keys. "Engines are ready for light jump, agent Texs"

Nodding quickly, the Salarian was prepared for the risks in the coming days and weeks.

"Take us into the Coalition"

Coalition Planetary Update

Pandora

455 Light Years 'South' of Reach System

Star Classification: G2V (Yellow Dwarf)

Gravity: 1.01 %

Year Length: 380 days

Day Length: 25.1 hours

Environment: Heavily Tropical/ Rainforest

-Minor ice caps and sparse deserts near the poles

Surface Area: 32% land 68% water

-World spanning rainforest ecology

-Heavy monsoons and rainfall

-Hostile Flora and Fauna

-Single moon

Population: 150,000

-40,000 Asari

-Expected population growth of a quarter to half a million in next two years

Capital: New Haven

-Industries and Defenses are still undergoing construction

-Mass Relay

Hammer Ridge (Formerly Bo'link)

2204 Light Years from Sera (Northern Border)

Star Classification: G2VI

Gravity: 1.07%

Year: 372 Days

Day Length: 24.6 hours

Environment: Temperate

Surface Area: 59% Water 41% landmass

-Pangea Type

-Diverse biomes of deserts, jungles, forests, and grassland

-Central continent spanning mountain range from North to South

-Sparse Island chains

-current military presence

-Slated for immediate colonization.

Delta Sigmus (Formerly Le'hak)

2274 Light Years from Sera (Northern Border)

Star Classification: G3V

Gravity 0.99%

Year: 366 days

Day Length: 24.1

Environment: Temperate

Surface Area: 64% Water 36% landmass

-Two major continents. One island subcontinent

-Diverse biomes

-Two moons

-Slated for immediate colonization

-Military Garrison

Halo(Formerly Glortha)

2263 Light Years from Sera (North Western Border)

Star Classification: GIIV

Gravity: 1.05%

Year: 390 days

Day Length: 25.9 hours

-Two minor moons

Environment: Tropical

Surface Area: 87% Water 13% Landmass

-One continent.

-A halo ring of archipelagoes, island chains and volcanic islands form circular ring along the Western Ocean

-Multiple archipelagoes in Eastern Hemisphere

-Slated for immediate colonization

-Military presence

Well, I think that's a good ending point! I hope the treaty is satisfactory along with all the political stuff. Not really my strength though. I'm sure a real diplomat would poke holes in everything, but I did my best! So either way, I do hope you all enjoy it despite the lack of battles. Also, don't expect another full blown war soon. Right now, it's peace, reconstruction and resettlement so not as exciting, but necessary.

Also, if it helps to visualize, Cog territory now resembles a fat dumbbell to the north then coming to a fine point at Pandora. Total wise, they've doubled in territory and now control about 3800 light years or so.

Anyway, I do hope to have another chapter done by the new year or a little bit afterwards.

Still, read, review and enjoy!

The happy