Hello Everyone, Reader here with the next chapter. Thanks for all the reveiws, PM'S, favorites and follows these past days. Much appreciated. Here's a couple thanks:

Revan193: Yeah, making Shepard a Jedi seems too cliche, I might make her an agent, or a smugger. Something like that. Also thanks for the other ideas, ill take those into consideration

Nexus Gundam: Thanks for the reminder that it was Y-Wing Bombers, and that A-Wing's were fighters.

Well That's all I got to say, Thanks, and Enjoy!

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Chapter 3: A Trade of Blows

Captain Hannah Shep'ard, SSV Chimaera

Captain Hannah and Jedi Master Anderson ran to the command tower of the ship. Walking into the elevator, Hannah pressed the button to take them to the top floor. The elevator ride was filled with a silence, the only sound being the humming of the elevator machinery at work. As soon as the elevator reached the top, she busted out of the box to a chaotic command deck. People were moving all over the deck to various positions, navigators and gunners furiously working hard against the enemy.

"Lieutenant, status report" said Hannah to the young Lieutenant while looking over the enemy fleet. He greeted her with a salute and a heavy sigh.

"Ma'am, the enemy heavily outnumber us, although it seems their ships are inferior to ours. The weapons seem like some sorta impact based weaponry, and their ships seems to be radiating the same resonance of that mysterious element the scientist were talking about." he said while typing at a furious pace.

"How many ships are we fighting?" she asked as she

The lieutenant looked around nervously and pulled on his Jacket.

"U-Umm, over...100..." he said while looking away sheepishly away from her eyes.

'Hmm..' she went into thought

'Even if we have the technical and size supremacy, their numbers can outgun and overtake us'

She pulled out her Holocomm

"Science vessel, jump into hyperspace to the Shanxi colony and warn the locals, call in for reinforcement from the Republic. We most likely will win, but just incase someone slips by us".

An affirmative came out from the Holocomm, she put it away and then looked out towards the enemy fleet. They've began firing at her fleets, but the sheilds installed on her fleet were much more advanced than the enemy's, so they did little.

She pulled out her comm again.

"All ships, fire Ion cannons at the at the designated marks, then destroy them. Take out their armor then the rest of the fleet will go with it".

With the infformation she had with Turian ships size' s for Frigates, Cruisers and Dreadnoughts, she was able to tag targets for fleet decimated the Turians, as Ion shots took out there most powerful ships, theirDreadnoughts. With the Dreadnoughts taken care of for the moment, they tore the rest of the fleet apart.

Laser, Ion and Turbo laser shots flew across the battlefield, hitting the Turian ships with ferocity. TIE, X-Wing, A-Wing fighters were matching there Turian counterparts, shooting down enemy fighters left and right. Some even crashing into there own ships. While TIE Bombers and Y-Wing Bombers pummeled the enemy ships with heavy hitting bombs.

From 100 it rapidly went down to 50 active ships. Then they decided to do something desperate. They sent out there fastest frigates with what they could assume was filled with Ground Forces, although a multitude were destroyed, some managed to get past the fleet, although heavily damaged.

"How did Those damn ships get through?!" Captain Hannah roared in the Command center. The lieutenant in charge and others on deck flinched.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a heavy sigh.

"Hopefully those science vessels got to Shanxi, otherwise we could take some casualties on the ground" she said while walking to to a nearby moniter, "Even if they managed to get past the Anti-Aircraft Guns, they still wont have a fleet backing them, so technically we are still winning by a landslide, but still. How many got through?"

"Out of the 50 ships, 20 managed to get past, but all of them were severely damaged, most will be destroyed by fighters or bombers before they reach Shanxi, so we estimate that around 15 will be able to drop troops onto Shanxi" the Lieutenant said.

"Good, its better than nothing" she walked back to the view-port to watch the rest of the battle unfold.

The final ships tried to retreat, but the Ion cannons stopped them in their tracks.

"Tell all gunners to not fire on that ship" she designated it on a data pad.

"I believe that is there capitol ship, which should have there General or Admiral" she smirked.

"Without a General, there will be no strategy, it could also give us a useful bargaining tool in the future, get boarding parties ready when the rest of the enemy fleet is dead".

General Desolas, The Protector of the Galaxy

It was wrong.

Everything that could have gone wrong, it did.

Sure the enemy had less ships,b ut calling the enemy ships Dreadnoughts would be an understatement. Their ships towered over anything the Citadel produced, dwarfing the Destiny Ascension in size and firepower.

General Desolas stood aboard The Protector of the Galaxy, one of the Turians best ships, hoping to scare the primitives in submission. Now, it was him who thinks that they were being scared into submission, not the enemy.

"HULL BREACH IN AREA 5, 8 AND 10"

"SOMEONE PUT OUT THAT FIRE"

"ALL WEAPON SYSTEMS OFFLINE"

"LIFE SUPPORT FAILING"

The bad news kept rolling in. 1 thing after another was going wrong. Out of the original 100 ships, 50 were alive, 20 managed to somehow slip through using mass number but at a cost of most of the fleet that remained. None of the fleet that was still operational could fire their guns, nor could the shields stop the onslaught of fire from the enemy ships.

He gave the order he hopped he would never give

Retreat

Desolas cringed at the though of him retreating, one of the most shameful things a Turian General could do, no less to an unknown now he had option, if they stayed, they would get decimated in less then 20 minutes. He had to do it.

"All remaining operational ships, pul-"

But at that moment, all hopes of retreating vanished from him mind. One of those shots that disabled all electronics hit his ship dead on. The room went dark, all consoles and terminals now offline. He watched as the rest of his fleet. His Men be torn apart by the enemy.

Now, only 1 ship remained. His Ship

"Just who did Malak Provoke.." muttered Desolas.

But then, everything went silent. The sound of enemy guns ceased. The rest of the fleet was destroyed, but why did they not destroy his. The were in the perfect position to do so. That could only mean 1 thing...

"There going to try and get ME..."

"Everyone, it seems as if we are going to get boarded by the enemy.." he began.

"Just to let you know, it was an honor serving with you all" everyone heads pointed to the ground. While walking towards the center of the ship he looked back.

"May the spirits preserve us"

He looked outside and saw the enemy ships move towards his, unable to flee and unable to fight back. A total deadweight in water.

Saren Asterius, Landing Craft

Saren Asterius, Brother of General Desolas Asterius, stood on a landing craft trying to land on the planet of the primitive. But Saren was starting to doubt if this new species were primitives. The enemy they were facing was not using Mass Effect weaponry, which was unheard of any species doing so. There was a time where there were attempts to make other technologies without Mass Effect, but they all ended in failure or were too expensive.

AA fire had taken down at-least 15 out of the 30 landing craft and multiple fighters sent to try and protect the landing craft, surviving craft doing their best to survive the onslaught. They made there way to the designated drop points, hoping to make a landing zone for further reinforcements. Although the chances were slim, he had hoped to hold out with his men oeat could bring in support. But as every minute went by, it seemed as though those hopes were dashed.

*Boom*

Another landing craft was shot down, crashing into a fiery death to the earth below.

*Boom*

An escort fighter was shot down, crashing into the grassy landscape, ripping the plane apart.

The craft he was on was luckily spared from the suicide run down to the ground, but now, it was not a fight to conquer "Primitives", but a fight for survival. He received word that most of the fleet was retreating due to heavy losses. They were on their the craft barley survived, it was flaming bad, and they were barley able to fly.

Just as Sarens craft was about to reach the ground, it was hit by a stray rocket from enemy ground troops, Knocking it off course and crashing into a nearby River.

Saren screeched in pain as he felt burning metal press against his skin, melting the semi-metal plates that protected Turians from Palavans ecosystem. It was, by far, the most painful experience Saren had in his life. He looked around, now dazed by the intense pain and only seconds from passing out.

Just before that happened, he saw the enemy approaching his craft.

Oh Shit... Saren thought, trying to reach his pistol, but was too weak to do so. His last memory was when he felt the butt of a rifle bashing against his head, knocking him out cold.

SSV Freedom, Lieutenant Jark Lavig

Jark Lavig, stood behind a shield along with his fellow marines aiming their rifles at the airlock of the enemy vessel, waiting for the Juggernauts to open the doors.

"Everyone, you set your mode to regular shot. If they surrender, then we will take them as prisoners. If they don't, you can kill them. Only the V.I.P must be alive at the end of this" at this statement, the everyone nodded, pushing the button to change the fire marines steadied their rifles, confident knowing from their rifles were better than the enemy's from the previous engagement.

Immediately when the doors opened, the enemy fired at the Marines. Most of them hitting the shield, some hitting the Marines which sfell to the ground in pain. They returned fire at the enemy, killing most of them in a a short burst of fire, before th Emmy retreated further into the ship.

The Marines slowly moved forward with the shield covering them. Since there was no power on the ship, due to the Ion shot, they would have to manually open every door until the got to the command center. The Turians fought tooth and claw for every inch of the ship, but due to the tech advantage the Marines had, they were wiped out quickly. The Marines managed to get to the command center of the vessel.

"Everyone, put your guns to stun, we need the General alive, anyone else is fair game" the lieutenant said. Everyone turned the firing mode to stun. They opened the door, opening fire at anything living on the bridge.

"MOVE"

They quickly swarmed the bridge, taking out any opposition. Some managed to fire off quick shots, but many had been hit by the taser like shot and were now spazzing erratically on the ground.

"I found the general!" one of the Marines yelled.

"Good, gather any survivors, and bring them about the Freedom'

The Marine saluted, and pulled the general out of the bridge. The fellow Marines, pulled whatever Turians that were still alive onto the Freedom, then abandoned the ship .

"Blow that ship sky high, we don't need anyone using it against us" the captain of the Freedom said.

At that moment, all guns focused on the Turian dreadnought and fired at once. It was blown apart in only a few hits.

The Turian navy destroyed, and the Ground forces all captured or dead. It was clearly a victory towards the new Republic.

1 Day later, Galactic Senate, Coruscant, Chancellor Kaly'sha Navak ,New Republic (40 ABY)

Chancellor Kaly'sha Navak sat in her office, reading the reports of fighting in the Shanxi system between the science research team plus the Escort, and an unknown species that attacked the fleet unprovoked.

She was an experienced Human with 30 years of politics under her belt.

"This news on another Galactic power is...disturbing... at best" she muttered to herself.

Although the other Galactic power in question, The Council, was much less technologically advanced than the New Republic, it still was large and ruled over much of the Galaxy. But now, with this information, the Republic can expand with the knowing of what is out in was once unknown space without attacking a alien race that was more powerful than themselves.

"Now we should show ourselves to this..Council...and show them the might of the Republic"

She got up from her chair and walked out of her Office.

"Time to call a meeting with the Senate" she pulled out the comm and sent out a message to all Senators.

This message was only sent if there was a massive emergency, or a Major threat to the Republic.

Grand Convocation Chamber

Quickly, the Grand Convocation Chamber, the name for the Senate chambers, was filled with concerned Senators, either in person or on secured Holograms.

Finally all Senators were watching the Chancellor,anxiously waiting to see what could have caused the Chancellor to call such a meeting.

"Hello Senators, I thank you for coming on such a short notice, but there has been a ... development... that could threaten the Republic as a whole" she began. The senators began to listen diligently to what the chancellor was saying.

"Exactly 1 day, 5 hours and 26 minutes ago, the colony of Shanxi was attacked by an unknown alien force. They attacked the research team and there escorts without provocation. We have found even more evidence that there is another Galactic power other than the Republic" she pushed a button on her Holopad, that sent info on the Council and other information about the alien powers.

This lead to an uproar occurring in the Senate chambers. It took a couple minutes for the senate to calm down.

"But!" the chancellor began.

"This alien power is far weaker than we are, we are at a great advantage in technology, number, though we are still in grave danger" she looked around the Senate, trying see what the Senators were thinking.

"I call upon a vote, whether to go to war with the aliens and show our military power, or a peaceful resolution to this incident" on every senators Holopad, there was a vote screen, the option were ', or Peace'.

Over the next half and hour, the senators slowly put in there votes, debating on whether or not if they should go to war.

At that moment, they got there answer. With more than half of the senate voting for war, it was decided.

"It seems that we are going to war. We must mobile the Grand Army of the Republic. We will show these aliens what it means to threaten the citizens of the Republic" she said.

"At this, I call this meeting adjourned"

Jedi Master Anderson, Jedi Temple, Coruscant

Jedi Master Anderson stood in the middle of the Jedi Council, the leaders of the Jedi order. They were the ones who decided on the future of the Order, like whether or not they would get involved in a conflict, which was the focal point of this meeting.

"So you say they fired on you, for just activating a relic?" said Master Xalak, a middle aged Rodian.

"Yes Master Xalak, they fired on us with out proper provocation, this species seems to be violent in nature" responded Anderson.

"What I is more disturbing is this 'citadel' and there laws" said Master Shak'La,a Twi'leck.

" I agree with Shak'La, these reports of laws that benefit the strong while oppressing the weak is signs of the old Empire" said Anderson, remembering the tyranny of the empire.

The council nodded at his assessment.

"I believe, that it is our duty to help the weak, and we should help the smaller races by confronting this 'Citadel' and point out the errors of there way" said Anderson. He returned to his seat.

All of the Jedi council member nodded in agreement.

"But that brings us to whether we should support the Republic on this venture" said Master Kiilik, a Corellian.

"I vote to support the Republic, I will take full responsibility" said Master Anderson.

After minutes of debating, a solution was created.

"Jedi Master Anderson, a select ground of Jedi Knights and Padawans would work with Republic forces"

"I thank you, fellow Council Members" He bowed.

"May the Force be with you" the council said to him. He nodded then walked towards the platform that would take him to the New Republic Army Headquarters.

Turian Councillor Office, Presidium, Citadel

Councillor Sparatus, the youngest Turian to ever hold such and office, stood in his private chambers that were protected 24/7.

Even though he was a Councillor, he still was young and new to politics,and could not grasp the idea of controlling his emotions.

He was looking over the reports on the battle that occurred over the primitives home planet. Well to call it a battle would be inaccurate. It was a Slaughter.

The entire fleet, minus 1 frigate managed to slip past heavily damaged, was destroyed. The entirety of the ground forces were killed or captured. And through all of this, they did no damage to the enemy fleet, nor gain any information on who or what they were.

This was turning into a situation that could turn into a disaster for the Hierarchy. If world leaked out that they attacked a new species without using diplomacy, it could cause a political Nightmare larger than anything the Turians have ever faced.

Also the fact the species beat the Turians not once, but twice, showing the use of more advanced weaponry that even the Salarians had made the young Councillor, for the first time, feel fear.

How was he going to explain to his fellow Councillors that his species caused the next Rachni invasion? This time, there would be no Krogan to uplift to fight the war for them.

He heard a knock on the door.

'This better important'

He walked towards the door and unlocked it. It opened and showed his Secretary, a young Turian.

"Councillor, you ave been summoned to the council, I was told you must attend"

Sparatus flinched.

'SHIT, Do they know already?'

"Is something wron-"

"I'M FINE, Just..tell them ill be there in an hour"

"Yes, Councillor" the secretary walked out.

'Well, it seems I cannot stall what is about to happen, time to face whatever my fellow Councillors have to say' he grimaced while gathering what he need and walked out the door.

30 Minutes Later, Citadel Tower, Council Chambers

The young Turian stood in front of his fellow Councillors, Councillor Tevos of the Asari, and Councillor Valern of the Salarians.

"Greeting Sparatus" Tevos said while trying the frustration hidden under the hundreds of years of political experience.

"Hello Sparatus, I am glad that you could attend"said Valern, also trying to hide his frustration.

"We have ... disturbing reports coming in from relay 314" he stared at Sparatus, trying to see any change that could tell he was lying or if he was being truthful.

"I-I have no idea what you-" Valern immediately silenced him.

"We know about the Turian fleet attacking the Unknown species fleet...And then the unknowns fleet destroying the Turian Fleet" Valern narrowed his eyes at he Turian.

"We also know about the invasion fleet sent to pacify them, which also was destroyed" Tevos added, both now glaring at him.

"Tell me, why did you not use diplomacy?! Do you know how bad the council will look if we attack an unknown species!?" Tevos exclaimed, trying not to scream at Sparatus.

"Th-They were breaking c-council law, they had to be-"

"You could have told them to stop opening the relay, Not Shoot at them" Valern said coolly.

"Well, now we need to figure out how to solve this mess before anything happens" Tevos exclaimed.

"But-" Tevos shot him a glare that made him shrink.

"No 'buts' Sparatus, we need to stop this before it becomes anther Galactic War!"

As she said this, a Turian stormed into the Council Chambers.

Sparatus and the councillars turned around to see the intruders.

"What is it, we are in a -"

"Sir, no disrespect, but 25 colony worlds just went silent, with no word from any of them" the nervous Turian said.

Sparatus mandibles spread in surprise.

He turned to see the Salarian and Asari Councillors give him a 'I told you so" face to him.

"WE will fix this, with diplomacy, not guns." said the Tevos as she turned around.

"I will have a Diplomatic team sent to talk to this unknown species in a day"

"Good, I will have STG sent to Relay 314 to find any information on this species" Vaern said, while walking away.

Sparatus, now alone, stood there thinking about what happened during he meeting.

"May the spirits preserve us" he muttered.

He had no idea that no prayer could stop the onslaught of the Republic.

Well Guys that a Wrap. If you think I am making the Republic seemed to OP, Star Wars Tech is much more advanced than that of Mass Effect. The Next chapter will deal with the invasion of Turian space. If you have any ideas, concerns or and advice to improve my writing, please leave a reveiw or send me a PM. Thanks for reading, this is Reader, signing off.

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