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Reviews:
Blaze1992: Hm, interesting idea, I see about that. Thou the whole matrix terminator will have to be on hold for a bit. Sorry man
TheDistur6edGuy: That's something to keep mind about, I see if I can do it one day
Lazyfox1991: Yeah, I wanted the aliens to see ALL of the different humans. Those mass effect stories are just too much
Perseus12: Hm ... maybe ... still not a hundred percent sure
A New Challenger: Yikes, still, thanks for the suggestion
Meck Viking: Thanks man, I be sure to think about it. Also the borgs are technically aliens sooo ...
drdeth2000: Thanks man
Guest: Maybe, thou definitely claptrap one day.
CITADEL
The presidium was filled to the brim at the current moment, as large swaths of media groups where hounding around the council chambers. It had only been days since the last universe was shown and seeing the Turians of all species causing the human aggression ...
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Well it something they had never expected.
However, there waiting had finally come to end as the council members began arriving onto their respective podiums as the lights shining onto them gave the three an regal & opposing look.
The Turian Councillor gave his mike a few test before coughing into this throat, silencing any remain chatter in the room. Seeing no matter chatter the Turian straightened his clothes, leaned in, and spoke.
"My fellow citizens of the council, I understand that all of you are here today to discuss what was seen from the last universe. And I tell you with great certainly that what was shown does not represent the Turian Hierarchy in any way or value. I remind you all that these viewings are from different universes and we can not assume our universe is related to any of them at all."
"However, I do understand many of you have questions, which me and my fellow councilors will be happy to discuss"
And like that, the flood barrier of questions broke.
xxx Clinic xxx
"Ugh, is there anything else then the damn council" Wrex muttered to himself he kept changing the channels that did not involve what they just saw in the last viewing.
"Well you have to admit that nobody really expected that Wrex" Garrus offered.
"Tch, so what? The Turians decided to poke the wrong varren nest and they got what they deserve, what's the big deal" he grumbled back.
"I don't think it's that simple wrex ... well to the bigwigs it isn't. I have no doubt that must ruffled quite a few feathers among my kin" Garrus chuckled back.
"I'm surprised that you are okay with this Garrus" Tali said.
"I wouldn't say that Tali, don't get me wrong it is surprising to see the Turians of all people starting the fight but you have to remember that this a different universe, not ours" Garrus replied.
"But what if it is true for our universe?"
"Well ... I guess I'll be disappointed. Then again when was the last time any of else saw a species capable of space travel and FTL travel?"
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"I guess your right there" Tali admitted.
"Nevertheless, extremely interesting viewing I must say. I would love to study this 'light' the ghost spoke of, think of all the possibilities it could used for, it would revolutionize the very galaxy itself" Mordin interrupted.
"Well that's if they let you, you'll probably have a better chance marrying a krogan then having the humans trust you" Wrex added.
"Indeed, a terrible shame to what has happened to the humans. No one deserved what they have been through, no one" Mordin said.
Nobody in the room disagreed with the scientist.
xxx Citadel xxx
As the stream of questions from the council began to die down before finally ending the rest of the people upon the station began relaxing themselves as the screens once again came back on again.
The timer began it's countdown before finally coming down to zero,
BEGIN
"Hey gramps, can you tell that story again, about the old days?" asked a young male human voice.
"Again? You know your mother will be angry if she catches you hearing the story again" replied an older human man.
"Come, please gramps, just one more time, I won't tell mom" the boy begged.
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"~sigh~ Ok, one more time, and then off to bed, understand" the older man replied.
"Yes sir"
"Good, now ... let's start with the beginning one more time" the grandfather said, the secne started to shift as it the inky black faded and away.
xxx
"~GASP~" gasped the grandfather, eyes opening to the scene of a ruined city. Dozens of building either crumbling or on fire ... or both. The screech of aircraft roared above him as they trailed purple alien fighter craft. Both sides exchanging bullets and plasma.
"First time in actual battle is always terrifying, I was scared shitless and I was sure that I would've died there. It was late in the human-covenant war, when the city was attacked. We knew about the covenant, I mean who couldn't?"
"An advanced religious empire declaring humans as filth and purging them all, there's no way any human could forget that. So many died ... hundreds ... thousands ... billions. Entire worlds were glassed, rendered absolutely lifeless, it took years to repair the damage."
xxx Clinic xxx
"Another world were humans are being assaulted" Tali said with a somewhat somber tone.
"Seems like these humans are the universal punching bag" Wrex said.
"Well I hope not, I mean what did thees humans do to deserve ... this" Tali exclaimed.
"Indeed, personal experience has shown me such fanatics are non-negotiable and rarely seek for a peaceful solution" Mordin added.
"So bat shit insane?" Wrex quipped.
"Exactly" Mordin said.
"Still, you can't say that these covenant don't carry some impressive weaponry" Garrus said.
"Indeed ... but I'll rather not have a glass planet, thank you" Tali agreed.
Everyone agreed to that
xxx Liara xxx
"Another world where humans are being attacked" said Benezia.
"I think we can all see that mother"
"Oh I know that my little wing, it's just rather odd seeing something similar for a second time. You could almost say it's like a ... cycle" she explained.
"A rather cruel one mother, what did these humans even do to deserve such a cruel fate anyway" Liara replied. Disgusted by the sight.
"Who knows little wing, but seeing that this a religious empire of all things ... it could be a rather mundane reason my dear. If my time with fanatic hanar have taught me anything" Benezia said.
"Wait, you've dealt with fanatic hanar?" Liara asked
"And my maiden years my daughter, I'll tell you later" the elder asari replied.
xxx Citadel xxx
For many, to see humans once again being given the end of the stick was a saddening experience.
For the asari, who looked the closest to humans, there hearts went out to the war ridden species. Many of them asking to themselves what did such a species like this deserve such horrors. Many were disgusted seeing this covenant brutally massacre this species.
For Turians, while many were angered at the sight many more held a stronger fear from the weapons the covenant deployed. The generals and admirals that made up their military began formulating plans in case the covenant decided to rear it's head towards them, or something similar.
For the salarians they held an interest to the weapons the aliens were using. Plasma weapons have always been a thing but has always suffered high cost, high maintenance, and piss poor accuracy.
For the hanar many could not help but feel a bit uneasy. They were the only government among the council that is under religious control, and because of that relations with the rest of the galaxy has always been tense. And the covenant have not help in that matter, for some seeing such a sight has caused them to wonder if there a different government would be better.
That and too stop the constant glares from the many asari.
The scene then showed the younger grandfather running towards nearby cover as he checked remaining rounds.
2 rounds.
A curse escaped his mouth as he fumbled around for a spare clip, only to realize there was none. His face went pale as eye darted across the area for any signs of the enemy.
Peering over his cover he could see a team of grunts surveying the area, the rest must've went off else where. Looking back at his ammunition he looked back at grunts one more time before making his decisions.
Grabbing a nearby rock he threw just a few meters from his own position. That got there attention, the grunts began moving closer, there plasma pistols armed as they creeped closer.
"The grunt in the back died first, damn bastard popped like a grape. Good thing grunts are easily the most scared of races" the grandfather said. The scene showed the head of said grunt explode in mess of gore as his allies cried out in fear. Not a second later the one closet to the now dead grunt exploded as the grandfather leaped out of his cover.
xxx Council xxx
"Seems like these grunts are quite fragile, odd to see them in vast numbers in the battlefield" Spartus commented.
"Most likely meant to absorb enemy fire while stronger forces fire in the back" salarian councilor answered.
"So like the batarians and their slave armies, barbaric" Tevos scoffed.
"Indeed, even with their advanced tech they still seem to relay on outdated tactics, no doubt they must'n have fought any real force that could give them a challenge" Spartus examined.
"Well at least we will have an advantage in that regard ... though I don't know about their tech" Valern said. His eyes narrowing at the sight of plasma energy being used so casually "However their tech may just throw that out."
"Well that about diplomacy, we don't know if they would hate the citadel races" Tevos offered.
"Hm, that is a possibility ... but I would recommend boosting the fleets budget, we'll need all the cash to make new dreadnoughts" Spartus offered.
While they sympathies went out to humanity they still had a job to take care of their people. And humans were not part of the council unfortunately.
There lives would be an acceptable sacrifice.
While the rest of the grunts were running wildly he grabbed the nearest plasma pistol, giving it a few good checks before running away from incoming plasma rounds.
"God, I was prying for my life as those damn green bolts passed my head. The last thing I wanted is my head melted inward. Can't say much for the civilians thou, I doubt the covenant would care, they just killed everyone, man, women, ... children" he spat.
From the eyes of the grandfather could be seen bodies of dead civilians piled up as dozens of plasma burns littered there body.
Holding down his anger he threw himself to some nearby rubble as gripped the pistol and it started to glow. The grandfather could see a charging symbol near the top of the gun as began creeping up to the max limit. The longer these things charged the more potent the shot became, problem was that if you held too long then the thing would just explode in your hand.
The pistol ringed as he peered out, a bolt of hot gas escaped the gun as it went right towards a nearby grunt, turning said head into a pile of mush. Not wasting a moment he continued firing at the last remaining grunts, ending their lives in seconds afterward.
A long silence surrounded the battlefield as the grandfather surveyed the area. Everyone was either dead or were in the process of dying. The distant sound of gunfire rang in his ear as he looked for anymore guns.
"And there I was, alone in the battlefield, with one alien pistol in hand, my squad was dead, I had no radio contact ... I had nobody ... or at least that was what I thought"
A loud roar startled the grandfather as he turned around to see an elite. One of the members of the covenant that made up the backbone of the military. They typically took command positions and were generally the ones leading the rest, a very militaristic race if the current data was to go by.
xxx Clinic xxx
"I wonder, who would be the stronger military race? Turians or these Elites?" Wrex wondered aloud.
"Judging by the physiology I would say these elites seems to have the advantage" Mordin said.
"Ouch, not going to even back my people doc" said Garrus with mock hurt.
"Looking at it logicality, these elites seem are more muscular and their body structure suggest they were design for speed and stealth. Turians were designed for defense and strength" Mordin explained.
"That and they carry superior tech then we do" he added.
xxx Liara xxx
"So these species relay on some kind of hierarchy of sorts" Benezia mused.
"But how would that even work? Shouldn't they have experienced some kind of rebellion at this point, such a system doesn't seem really effective" Liara wondered aloud.
"You speak true little, but perhaps they've already dealt with such a rebellion" Benezia offered.
"That could be possible ... but still, such a system would not last one mother"
"No little wing ... it does not" Her mother agreed
The elite held an odd object in his hand before pressing onto it, the object ignited two plasma blades from each side. Surprising the everyone on the citadel, swords were a very rare thing and too see on used on the battlefield was shocking.
As the elite howled it jumped from where it stood as it began to charge at the grandfather.
"Now let me tell you son, never have I ever felt anger at boot camp for failing to teach me how to take down an elite. But the sum it up on three words, it's like this
One, dodge"
The grandfather jumped out of the way of the charging alien.
"Second, start firing. You'll want to take out an elite's shield as fast as you can ... shame they still haven't given us shield's. Only Spartans and ODST get all the good toys"
The grandfather began to fire repeatedly at the elite as the bolts flared against the shield.
"Third, pry that your gun isn't plasma pistol"
Before he could continue firing the green screech as he was forced to dropped the gun from the sheer heat it was producing. One of the big flaws in covenant weapon design was that once you begin to fire to much the gun would overheat and begin venting. And unless you were wearing protection then say goodbye to smooth skin.
xxx Clinic xxx
"Why in the world would these covenant use a weapon like that to begin with? Don't they see the glaring flaw?" Tali wondered.
"More like they don't care" Garrus offered "I think it is safe to say that the covenant doesn't see these grunts as all that important."
"Have to agree with you there Turian. Look at the lack of any armor or tactics, then look the the elites, not that hard to see" Wrex agreed. His mind going back to his time on his home planet, and the how similar the tactics were between his people and these covenant.
For mordin, the doctor only nodded with the conclusion the two were making. It was both saddening and sicking to see the scene but knew such things just happened.
The grandfather had no time to shout in pain as the elite wrapped it's hand around his throat. Quickly cutting his supply of oxygen as he began choking, arms failing upon the arm of the elite in futile attempt.
It was not long till he began to see dark specks around the edges of vision, his eyes widen in horror as the elite too saw this and give it's own version of a cruel smirk.
"Now, if any or all of those steps fail ... then pray that god is willing to give mercy on you. That or a Spartan would do it"
A massive green fist slammed into the alien's jaw, a sicking crack could be heard as the alien dropped him onto the ground. He wheezed and sucked in as much air as his lungs would allow. His eyes locked onto two pairs of armored green feet.
Trailing up the grandfathers eyes widen in shock as he realized just who this was.
A Spartan.
Genetically engineered super soldiers deployed during the war. Gifted with the most advanced exoskeleton suits and weapons money/science could afford. Some say that they were nothing more then abominations that existed solely for necessity while others praised them as earth's last hope.
xxx Citadel xxx
The people of the station looked with awe and wonder at the sight of the spartan as scenes showed the various achievements these humans were able to achieve.
While some held there childlike awe at these soldiers others looked at the spartan with worry. Genetic engineering for soldiers ... or at least to this level was forbidden under current rules and knew that if these humans wanted to enter they would need to halt such projects anymore.
Well that was if they joined to begin with.
Some doubted such a species would even considered the idea, after all, they had just survived a war with an alien race. Why would they want to join a group made up of aliens?
But at the same time having these humans left to roam around was also too great of a risk. Either they came into the council willingly or some way they had to get them under their control.
Right now he was definitely on the later side.
Ignoring him the Spartan walked up the still downed elite. Grabbed the neck the Spartan twisted it, a crack responding across the area, before dropping the alien.
But the Spartan did not move yet, instead kneeling down and grabbing the plasma rifle on it's back. Giving it a few checks the Spartan got up as he/she walked towards the grandfather.
Grabbing him up the Spartan handed the rifle to him.
"Your not out of the battle yet" said the now female Spartan.
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"I guess not" the grandfather replied. Grabbing the gun.
xxx
"And that son, was the day of my first battle, and the day that everything would change for me" the grandfather finished.
"What happen next gramps?"
"Sorry sport, but that'll be later ... I believe you have a meeting with your bed?" the grandfather replied. "If I remember correctly we had an agreement."
The boy gave a annoyed whine before nodding and headed to his room.
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A light buzzing came from the grandfather's chest as he pulled out the phone inside.
On the screen was the symbol of ONI, the office of navel intelligence. It had been a long time since he had seen this symbol, he had thought he was finally over with all that black ops shit.
Seems not
Clicking, he held the phone to his ear.
"General, good to see that you are still breathing" greeted an ONI operative.
"Hmph, well I was just heading off the bed, but I guess emergency do hold a higher precedent" he replied.
"Indeed ... we've found a new alien race general"
The grandfather hitched his breath, another alien race. The last one nearly destroyed his entire species, the last thing he wanted was another human/covenant war during his time, one was more than good enough thank you very much.
"Peaceful or ... or Covenant" the grandfather asked.
"... Covenant" the operator replied after a few moments.
The grandfather let out a slew of cruses, why can't there be a first contact that doesn't involve aliens trying to kill them.
"Are they advanced?"
"Actually, no sir. There tech actually seems to be behind us in general sir, save for a few areas" the operator replied.
Oh ... well that made things much more easier than. The last war they were at a massive disadvantage in the tech sense, but if these species were truly inferior then that made it slightly easier.
"Specifics?"
"There means of FTL is extremely limited to large objects known as mass relays, without these so called relays they have no means of FTL" the operator explained. "Besides there advanced personal shielding it's clear we hold the advantage over any possible space battles." The operator explained.
"I see ... well ... what's the plan"
"ONI has green lighted operation broken Will Sir, we've found the center of there government in one of their ship's data banks. Our AI have already placed the coordinates into your ship sir"
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"Name?"
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"The Citadel"
