A/N: Haven't posted anything for a while because online classes started up again. Chapter posting will be sporadic for a few weeks until the college semester is done. Thank you for your patience.

Moonreaper666: Okay, that answers some questions about the ending of Act 2. I didn't play the finales of Act 2 when I started writing this story, I don't think it was out at the time. There's also the Moon to consider, the Soviets controlled the moon colony and the whole point of Foehn rendezvousing to Alaska was that they couldn't escape into space. My story diverged from the Mental Omega cannon a while ago anyway.

Having Allies and Soviets around with Foehn made for divided humanity, which I found more interesting than single united humanity. Also, I'm not sure if when Foehn would win the war, that they would be cool being the world government when they're trying to revolt against a world government.

Chronus1326: Thanks for saying so about my story. I think I recognise you from when I was notified that you followed my story. From New York? That's cool. Best of luck to you and your family in keeping healthy during the virus then!

Yeah, I am well aware not all Americans are idiots. It's just idiots online who happen to be American who insist that they're right on things they're not. Keep in mind to the rest of the world, that America is to the world, what the Wild West is to America. Wild, and well, West. It also has a lot more weirdos and guns than any place ought to have. America has the best and the worst in the world. There are things over there that I can't really comprehend. There is a large amount of patriotism where anywhere else it would considered nationalism.

In general, though, I'm 90% sure that the average American is just an average, normal person. I'd like to one day visit there, but then again that's where Antifa is based, so I might pass.

Coment9: Yes? No? What do you mean? The Red Alert series doesn't really have much overt lore expositions like the codex. It's mostly reading in between the lines. Like the fanon theory that Yuri is part Jewish, because of his symbol. The Red Alert lore I use anyway is part of the Red Alert: Mental Omega lore.

Cant Catch This: Thanks. Getting anyone hyped is a good enough sign for me as a writer.

May 7th 2341 CE.

1st Squadron,

Sons of Breko Mercenaries,

Landing Site 12,

Shanxi.

09:10. Shanxi Standard Time

Sergeant Brethor had thought this whole endeavour was madness. Captain Dhasvin was the most foolish commanding officer he had the displeasure of serving. The lack of discipline or aura of authority he had, his insufferable taste of 'luxuries' and his complete incompetency militarily. Although he himself was not a great conqueror such as the First Hegemon, Brethor at least attained his position through his own merit.

Despite how Dhasvin continually exposes his family's purity as part of the merchant caste, he himself exhibited none of the traits their religion insisted those of his caste have. What would a Batarian like Dhasvin know of their heritage? A spoiled little whoreson who only knew of climbing the ladder of Hegemony politics.

Brethor saw himself as different from such a Batarian. His great-grandfather, Breko, had been one of the lucky ones to leave Khar'shan. Breko was of the common's caste, barely above the slave caste but was high enough where he wouldn't face cruelty as often as slaves. He was taken off the streets of Khar'shan for his bulky build to aid in the construction of the world. Breko would escape 'pirate' captivity during a Turian raid. He would make a modest living for himself and his family, and one day his grandson would marry a priest's daughter, which is where Brethor would come into the family.

Brethor had grown up with more knowledge of Batarian culture than any Batarian on Khar'shan would know. Brethor knew of the scriptures and the Forty-Four Prophets. He knew of the religious revolution during the early years of Batarian space flight, and how they gave rise to the Hegemony. He more than any Batarian also knows of the current Hegemonies parody and perversion of Batarian culture to perpetuate suffering for the Batarians.

Brethor despite all this, against all his beliefs, had to be here. By all accounts, none of them should be here, but his own flesh and blood were here. His own brother, Dathor, had been caught up with the wrong kind of people, Dhasvin specifically called on a favour from Dathor.

He couldn't care less for what reasons Dathor got into this mess, as the Fifth Prophet had taught, matters of the family were to be settled within the sanctuary. And this new planet's surface was no sanctuary.

Brethor wouldn't say he was against slavery, but he thought it was a mistake to unwillingly include the other species of the galaxy in this practice. He believed if the Hegemons had kept the ancient practice exclusive to Batarian criminals as the Scripture originally intended, people such as his own family, guilty of nothing, wouldn't have to face persecution from the whole galaxy. But now the fool Dhasvin had added a whole new list of enemies to the Batarian people in these new aliens. The idiot, at first had common sense and merely wanted to bait the Turians to escape, but this change of heart was the worst possible decision. While he and much more Batarian were sent to the surface, the Turians would edge closer to the fleet.

Dathor apparently sent Dhasvin into a foul mood. So, he sent Dathor's squadron ten kilometres west of settlements proper. By order of Dhasvin, Brethor had also been sent far from the settlements as well. This was meant to be an insult, but since neither of them was part of the honour-bound warrior caste, it meant little to the brothers. Dhasvin like many leaders throughout Batarian history sought to deprive unruly warriors of war loot. Brethor was a true Batarian, but he was not of Khar'shan, such prettiness was below him.

Where his focus and priorities were, were at his brother and their men. Brethor and Dathor inherited a small mercenary band from their late father. He wouldn't let anyone, much less dirt such as Dhasvin, destroy their father's legacy. His men were handpicked for having similar views and backgrounds as his family. They were as close as family to him. And now he needed to find them.

The Kragmorahs and Badganreks had been assigned to his squad. Fortunately for them, their ship was far enough from the planets Anti Air emplacements, he should thank Dhasvin for his 'insult'. Brethor turned to one of the Badganrek siblings.

"Krosk, guard the shuttle and maintain radio silence. Fly to our location when I give the signal."

Krosk simply affirmed his orders with a salute. Dhasvin paid well enough despite twisting their arms to get them to join. And unfortunately for Dhasvin, he doesn't pay enough to die for him. It certainly wasn't worth painting a target on their backs from an entirely new side of the galaxy.

That's why Brethor had a plan. To have the highest amount of success all participants needed to avoid suspicion and the ire of Dhasvin. It was inconvenient to be sure, but he had faith in Dathor, despite his faults for getting them into this mess, he was his brother.

Even as he and his squad marched through forests to get to Dathor's landing site, he saw signs of civilisation. He's come across recently abandoned campsites and cabins. There was thankfully no 'cargo' to pilfer. He tried his best to keep his people on guard duties. They had risen above and past the backwater society that was the Hegemony. They did however find a physical map. It seemed to be made of starch paper akin to what the Scriptures were made from. It was a bit old, but the information printed on it was invaluable.

He had yet to see these new aliens in person, but their likeness was everywhere, their consumer products and rubbish all had some sort of female on it. They were almost Asari like, if not for their beige and brown complexions. Now unless he was mistaken and this species had a diverse and wide dimorphism, more than one species were living on this planet.

Either these aliens were remarkable and managed to evolve multiple species on a single homeworld or this isn't their homeworld at all. Dhasvin had stepped on the Varrens tail here, and his people would not take a bite for him.

Shortly before reaching the halfway point between the shuttles, they saw some natives in their transports, speeding their way down the road. They appeared to have been driving away from the city. Good. He and his brother wanted no trouble from them and since they were the furthest out squads the natives would also receive no trouble.

A few hundred metres past the halfway point they spotted movement ahead of them. It could very well have been his brother, but again it could also have been anyone else. He fired a warning shot on a tree near the movement.

"Stop! Who's there?!", Brethor yelled out.

"It's me!", a panicked voice called out.

"Who?!"

"You're brother! Who else you lunatic!?", Dathor said, stepping into sight. "No one else would be on this path!", Dathor was clearly agitated.

"This part of the forest has no path.", Brethor told his brother back.

"All the more reason that no one else would be here. If you wanted me dead so bad you could have just not come." Brethor just slapped the shorter Batarian upside the head as he would have when they were younger."

"That, brother dearest, would be neglecting to protect you. Which would be just as bad as having shot you myself. We are as ostracised as any can be back home, I don't need to be kicked out of the family for fratricide. And don't be a baby, I'm a good enough shot to not kill you... by accident."

Dathor had visibly calmed down but now looked at him sceptically. "Right. Now can you inform me of your plan to escaping this mess?"

The brothers had kept some rudimentary code phrases in case of emergency from the days their father lead. It had its uses, but it was too little to inform Dathor of his plans in detail. All they could manage was to arrange to be sent close together so they could have this meeting. It was risky business. If they got caught their lives were as good as slaves. Dathor had also had to insult Dhasvin so much as to be sent to the back of the ground forces, but not so much as to immediately get killed.

"The key to getting us he alive are the Turians."

"The Turians!? You mean to have us imprisoned by those totalitarians?"

"Calm down. Listen. The Turians haven't attacked Dhasvin yet because he has their people. If we let the Turians know which ships held their citizens, they could if not pardon us, look away while we slip away."

"Even if they could be that lenient with us. How are we to get them to even listen to us?", asked Dathor, still incredulous at the whole notion.

"It is very simple. We free some native captives from bondage and arrest some no good slavers!" Brethor said. Dathor's face went from a healthy teal to deathly pale. He couldn't possibly serious? But as the whole group started a covert march along the road to the city, he realised his brother was serious.

May 7th 2341 CE.

Harding Street,

Atsumi Borough,

Pacific District,

Shanxi City.

09:24. Shanxi Standard Time

Along the unofficial 'borders' of certain boroughs of Shanxi City, fighting was rampant. But this fighting wasn't between alien invaders and the defending army, but what the authorities would call hooligans. Older generations would call them delinquents. But they call themselves a word that's been out of fashion even three hundred years ago, Speeders. Two of the largest Speeder gangs of Shanxi were going at it now, the Winged Cobras and the Jade Boars.

Along a certain street under Winged Cobra protection, a group of Jade Boars cornered a few evacuees. The thugs having blocked some bar employees from leaving with their speeder bikes.

"C'mon! Don't lie to us here. We know you've got plenty of time to serve us a drink!" One of the girls, a lizardman by the look of her, had stepped closer to the bartender. She grabbed his head by the jaw and made a show of her teeth to him.

"Maybe for wasting our time you owe us free drinks!" The other girls cheered at that. "Maybe you also owe us even more." She pulled the terrified man's head closer, leaving him unsure if she means to force a kiss or to bite his tongue off. Luckily for all the terrified staff, the scene unfolding before them was interrupted by a crash through the front window.

"My Speeder!", yelled out the lizardman boss girl. The six hundred kilos of modded hovercycle had smashed through several tables and chairs, knocking out three of the Jade Boar goons.

"Who's the cow asking for it? The lizard girl challenged through dust and debris. The figure that stepped forward, cockily posing at the broken window, was a lot shorter than she would have thought.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, but I'm going to have to see your IDs."

"Tch. You've got a lot of nerve, speak for yourself ya little girl. What's with the uniform? You still go to one of the academies?"

"Oh no. What a bother. Jae-Seop, you seem to have a swine problem. Do you need any help with that?", the lone Cobra said to the bartender.

"I-if you w-would have us then, Lady Yukimura.", stammered the bartender, with the lizardman girl having dropped him to approach her. She stomped towards the Cobra brandishing her claws. The Cobra in turn easily draped her arms around an intact chair leg behind her neck. Even with the lizardman within swiping distance, they kept from attacking one another. The longer the Cobra stalled their fight the more agitated the lizardman got.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? Wipe that smug smile off your face, and stop hiding behind that surgical mask!", the lizardman took a swipe at Yukimura. The sharpened claws of the lizardman could easily have torn anyone's flesh open, if not for the fact she wasn't swiping at a person. Instead of finding blood and flesh on her claws as she expected, her hands found purchase on leaves of all things. The life-like replica of a person slumped over, quickly decaying into forest mulch.

"Is this some kind of joke!?"

"No, I'm dead serious.", said the same girl for a moment before stepping through the front door. The lizardman has no words, but a grunt as she leapt to the Cobra. The Cobra dodged out of the way, letting her opponent crash on the floor. Showing her superhuman speed and reflexes she picked herself up and lunged at the Cobra again. Yukimura blocked a blow from the Jade Boar. A second swipe from the lizardman grazed Yukimuras face, snipping off her surgical mask.

"Well, at least your pretty face be seen one last time. Not even your mamma would recognise your body when I'm done with you!", the gang boss taunted. She raised her claws above her head to strike her down. Yukimura swung her improvised weapon against the lizardman in defence, aiming for her hand. The lizardman though had caught the chair leg.

"Weak.", the Jade Boar said, while crushing the wooden leg in a show of force. Yukimura in turn smiled, in her opponent's opinion being as wide and ridiculously annoying as the smile on her face mask. She then followed her gaze to the apparent source of her smile. Within the core of the wooden chair leg, was a twisted rope of thorny vines.

Such a minor plant wouldn't normally hurt her through her scales, but these vines seemed to be growing. The thorns had grown into full spikes, pushing through her scaly hide, and the rope of vines wrapped their way up her arm. Before she could scream out, her opponent reeled her fist back, but instead of a punch to her face as expected, an orange coloured flower was held to her nose. The gang boss was knocked out.

"What the hell? Why beat the boss up if you're just gonna knock her out anyway?", piped up the last Jade Boar member conscious, a Chicken Harpy. She was uncharacteristically in a fighting pose. Standing brandishing her talons and spurs. Yukimura simply waved in her direction and the wooden splinters on the ground grew into vines, and like her boss, the harpy also got tangled up. She kneeled to the trapped birds face.

"I am called Ayame Yukimura. This bar is under the protection of the Winged Cobras. Tell the rest of the piggy's that when the other four wakes up.", Ayame said, once again knocking her captive out with a flower.

"Jae-Seop, get yourself and your staff out of here." They almost made a show of respect by bowing before leaving, Ayame interrupted them. "Stop wasting time! Get to the shelter!" As they filed out with greater enthusiasm, she grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar. As she was walking out of the bar, stepping over unconscious thugs, her vines made work wrapping themselves around the knocked-out bodies.

As Ayame stepped out onto the street she saw her sister step out of another shop down the street. Koyuki had left a trail of ice in her footsteps, evident with the Jade Boar goons slipping in their escape from the frozen hairdressers.

Koyuki gave a small glance to a scurrying thug. "Pathetic." And true to her description, the ones before her were at the point of soiling themselves while running away.

"Koyuki!", the first Yukimura twin yelled out. While she would normally get scolded for attracting too much attention in public, there was a lack of anyone around. Many people were going to the emergency shelters as the government instructed. Unfortunately for those under Winged Cobra protection, and the Winged Cobras themselves, the Jade Boars decided now was a perfect time to grab territory.

"Sister.", Koyuki responded. "The Pig has gotten cocky, now hasn't he?" She looked over Ayame's uniform. "One of them even managed to ruin your school uniform."

"Speak for yourself, yours is in worse condition than mine is!", retorted Ayame.

"I modified my uniform by my own accord. I doubt the drunk bar brawler is a good look anywhere." Ayame scoffed at that, her sister's modification was as original as anything else in her sisters' outfit. Bleached. Even Koyuki's teeth were bleached. The only naturally white thing on her was her white hair. Whereas Ayame's was black. If not for their height and face, no one would have figured out they were twins. Their tastes, personalities, fashion and even powers were completely different.

Like night and day. Warm and cool. Like winter and summer. Well, Ayame was more autumn and spring while Koyuki was summer and winter.

Ayame for all her huff looked over her sister and found that yes, the only one who's touched her uniform was her sister. There wasn't so much as a smudge on the white uniform. Some of the escaped thugs were partly bleeding, while none of that made it on Koyuki. From the skirt reaching down her ankles to the white commissar's hat on her head, all looked as good as they were out of the wash.

Koyuki sighed. This whole mess was at the behest of the Jade Boar boss. This was all his fault.

"The Green Piggy, this is his doing. He's the reason I must wake up at 6 am this morning. But now, he's wide open."

"He'll have most of his goons making a scene all over our boroughs rather than being his meat shields.", Ayame continued for her. "Are you going to suggest what I think?"

"Care for roast ham?"

Ayame smirked at that. Koyuki wasn't normally the one to make jokes. It may have been the stress, but she'll take what she could get.

The two of them got onto their Speeder Bikes, parked neatly within the lines. Koyuki for a second cruised while on the same street as the Jade Boar bikes. The fuel tanks of which were each frozen over. It was petty and inconvenient but sent a message to the Jade Boars, besides, no one thinks to get antifreeze at this time of year. Around the same time above them, ships appeared to have been falling, burning through the atmosphere. The girls gave it not much thought though, there was much more immediate concerns than how the GSA government fucked up again.

Those escaped Jade Boar were making themselves of some use at least. Whenever the twins came racing down the streets, they would scatter like leaves in the wind. As their repurposed Jackal Racers hummed down toward Boar territory, they knew they were getting closer to the Jade Boars head boss, Hogdash. The Orc had been a rival to their boss, Lady Ilhitica since their gangs founding. The Jade Boars founding was so close to the Winged Cobras that the two underbosses were sure it was in response to Ilhitica.

The two could hear the Orc before even spotting him. Hogdash's preferred ride of choice was an old Sycle model motorcycle. As far they could tell, the military-grade motorcycle was the only thing strong enough to accommodate the heavyset biker. Considering the Sycle was designed to handle Iron Curtain energy said something of Hogdash's weight.

The Yukimura's Jackals glided near quietly above the asphalt, while the Boars Sycle left gashes along the road, like scissors to paper. While the Jackals shielded their riders from the elements, the Sycle provided no such privilege. Hogdash simply took advantage of his higher constitution to whether the wind and the debris he was making.

Koyuki and Ayame were riding just behind Hogdash. Koyuki attempted to slow him down, icing the road in frost to try and get him to crash. That proved useless when his bike simply tore through the ice just like the road. The fat orc just laughs madly in response.

Ayame and Koyuki knew these streets well, upon cresting up a hill and seeing the forests to the west, they glanced at each other and formed a plan. Ayame made a show of trying to knock into the Sycle. All the while her sister was making feints, Koyuki walled off the intersections and alleys along the road. The two were funnelling Hogdash out of town. Ayame all the while saw the expression on the orcs face, he looked manic. It was as if he was terrified, but from what she could tell, not of them. In fact, he had nearly little to no reaction to the sister's attacks. With tears running down his face and wearing a wide smile he paid no attention to the trap set up for him.

Once they were sufficiently close to the forest, the twins raced ahead past the lone biker. Ayame set to work using the forest as a tool, she had trees grow unnaturally quick on the ground. With a dozen logs on the road, almost as thick as the orc, it was sure to make him crash. And as he did, the two were there to 'catch him. The flying pig had its fall cushioned by snow, ice and leaves; his Sycle having lost its momentum. It was scratched, but like its rider could easily survive such an ordeal.

Ayame pulled the sopping wet orc from the mound, finding him broken. They've barely even known the orc and what few occasions they met; he spent the time with Lady Ilhitica. They found him loud, annoying and very much wanting of nearly every quality. Lady Ilhitica would call him boisterous and expressive. And now those few 'qualities' he had were gone. Koyuki kicked the orc to get any response from him.

"Pig! You've got any good reason to wanna start anarchy? Especially now during a planet-wide emergency?"

The orc only looked more dejected.

"I've seen it.", he whispered.

"Huh?! I couldn't hear that, speak up!", Ayame retorted, propping her foot onto his shin.

"I've seen it alright! I've had a vision of things to come! It's just suffering, suffering and agony from everywhere.", Hogdash said, looking more and more distressed.

"What are you doing? Are you gonna be pushing some cult on us now is it?", Ayame said. She clearly wasn't amused.

Koyuki on the other hand had enough of it. "What would Ilhitica think of you just giving in? What would she think of you just deciding to wreck what you can in a tantrum? Maybe we should ask her right now?" At that Hogdash regained what lucidity he had.

"No! Don't tell Miss Ilhi about this. This mess is simply embarrassing but having her think I'm crazy is unacceptable to me." Koyuki continued scrolling through her phone, making a show of calling her boss.

"I'll have my underbosses called off. I'll stop all this trouble. Lemme just explain me to Lady Ilhitica." The tall orc finally got up, before getting on his knees pleading. The Yukimura twins looked at one another and gave a nod.

"You better call your idiots off.", Koyuki said.

"You've also got a lot to answer to Lady Ilhitica for.", Ayame added.

The twins boarded their Speeders, with the lone biker hopping onto his Sycle. They drove towards the city with one crisis off their plate and another around the corner.

What the hell did the orc see? Why were there ships crashing into the atmosphere? And just what was going on to spook the GSA into a lockdown?

A/N: I based Brethor on the accounts of refugees or just normal migrants. Of course, when you're away from home, you will get homesick pretty quick. You might idolise the idea of home and at the same time see it as the problemed place it is.

Ayame and Koyuki were OCs written years ago by my girlfriend for a completely different kind of story. A story she never finished to any degree ready to publish. I was taking prompts from her and she gave her approval to use them.

If anyone ever wonders about these chapter titles, you could look them up, they're the ost for either Red Alert or Mental Omega.

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