Heres number 4 guys,

Enjoy,

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Tevos considered herself a remarkably patient person, she could listen to someone drone on about the smallest most inconsiderable problems for hours and come up with a reasonable argument against or for them, all without seeming annoyed or bored.

Right now, however even her considerable patients had reached its limit, the young Turian beside her had not stopped screaming and shouting in three days, the Salrian councilor, Valern, was even less amused and was openly playing some game on her Omni-tool, Tevos seriously considered doing the same before thinking better off it.

Yet Spartacus, the new and ambitious Turian Councilor had not even noticed her lapse in attention, too busy ranting on about the Quarrians and their so-called crimes, she was of coursed not convince, but had agreed to signing off on sending a Turian fleet under Spectre guidance to bring the Quarrian admirals to questioning, just to get him to shut up.

That had worked for about a week, right until the fleet had lost the location of the migrant fleet.

Then the annoying man had requested another fleet be assigned to his search, in addition to an entire Turian Army group, both of which he had gotten and again achieved no results with, so now he was still screaming for more reinforcements.

It took her a moment to realize that the man had finally stopped talking, and was now staring between her a Valern, expecting something, she sent a small hand signal that was quickly followed by a short summery of what the man had just said by her assistant into her small ear phone.

She should give the girl a raise for thinking of that.

"Councilor, we have told you time and again, we will not dedicate more resources searching for the Quarrians." She said, quickly enough that Spartacus must have thought she was just thinking.

"But Tevos, you agree that we have to find them before they attempt to settle planet!"

"I do, but any colony being set up in the traverse would be weak to raiders and slavers, they won't settle in the traverse that's why we have the Relays out of there under blockade."

"One thing however." Valern interjected, "Relay installations have detected small disruption in the network several hours ago…"

"You don't mean the-"

"Yes, likely Quarrians opened dormant relay."

"Why didn't you say anything?!" Spartacus screamed again.

"I did," the Salarnian smiled, "You just kept screaming."

Despite the direness of the situation Tevos smiled, her mind quickly focused back on the problem at hand though, if the Quarrians had opened a Relay she had no choice but to step in, such a direct violation of council law had to be punished, and swiftly, lest her position would be brought in to question.

"I hereby change my vote on a search of the traverse to Agree." She spoke in her most formal tone, surprising Spartacus, the poor man must have been expecting more resistance out of her, but she honestly didn't really care about the Quarrians, they were a scapegoat at best and a nuisance at worst, this however, the opening of a Relay, could not be tolerated.

Hours later after the meeting had ended, she contacted the Spectre assigned to the task force, she needed to make sure that the Admirals didn't die, she had hammered on their arrest for the previous sessions and it would hit her reputation if they were to die.

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Admiral Desaloss looked over the at the woman again, unsure how he should respond, the Spectre had somehow passed all security around his quarters and fallen asleep on his bed with a bottle of his best Thesian whine.

The Purple skinned Asari had always given him a bad feeling, back when she was first assigned to his ship and brought along her little band of mercenaries, including Krogan battle-masters of all things, he had been understandably annoyed, but had tolerated her because the Council had assigned her.

But now, now he was seriously considering just dumping her out the airlock. That Thesian whine cost him half a month's pay!

Stopping himself from murdering the Spectre he instead awoke her.

By throwing a bucket of cold water over her, his bed would still be moist tonight, but he felt it was worth it, more the worth it.

The Spectre however appeared to disagree with his opinion as he was quickly stuck to the ceiling by her biotics. The next moment a knife was pressed to his neck, and the face of an angry Asari was next to his.

"Why did you…" she spoke, her voice filled with killing intent.

"I tried to wake you." Lie, but she wouldn't know, "It was the only remaining solution."

The woman growled, but she removed the knife a few seconds later and her biotics dissipated not long after.

"Why did you need to wake me?" she asked as she plopped down on one of his chairs.

"Because you must be in my courters for a reason." He said keeping his voice even as he sat on the other chair in the room, "So what is it?"

"Uhg, your no fun…" she muttered, before straitening. "New orders from the council, were moving into the traverse, orders are still to capture the admirals, but we are to look out for any newly opened relays."

The intent to kill any Quarrian who resisted was not stated but clear in her tone, Yial Tapius had a clear unrepressed hate for the suit-rats, something she picked up by her grandfather being a Quarrian apparently. He himself dislike the race as expect of any self-respecting Turian that had seen fleet and flotilla.

Then he thought on the new orders, the plan had been to wait for the suit-rats to run from the traverse, an area filled with pirates, raiders and slavers and right into the arms of the waiting fleet. But if they were opening relays then it would escalate the situation tenfold.

This would be what would make or break his career, he had eyes for the coveted title of lord-admiral, leader of the Turian navy. If he managed to destroy the migrant fleet and capture the admirals, it would pave his way towards it, the current lord admiral, Janus, was old and approaching retirement, and he would be able to simply step in if this panned out.

He smiled, it wouldn't be that hard, he had 3000 odd ships now that the Attican patrol fleets had finally accepted him as commander. The migrant fleet was nearly 40.000 ships strong but only a fraction of those were combat capable, at most they had 4000, and all would be small and in subpar conditions, easy prey for his crack force of 2 Turian strike-fleets and the Councils 12th fleet.

His smile turned vile, the Specter actually flinched when she turned to him, though that may have been because she was not used to seeing a Turian smile.

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Pious sat comfortably on the tower, his chameleon gene mod made him near invisible to the naked eye even up close, at this distance no one without advance sensors could see him. He peered through the scope of his customized precision plasma rifle, the old girl had been with him since his induction into Xcom and had the marks to show for it.

She had started out as a standard pattern Precision plasma rifle, one of the many weapons given to Xcom recruits to choose from and one they were expected to either lose or discard, but not his. She was nearly 150 years old but had been upgraded so many times she would be unrecognizable.

Her housing was scratched and dented, her Elleryium core had been changed for increased output, her barrel made adjustable to the distance of engagement, her scope having been made specifically for him, it had everything, thermal, biometric, and his personal favorite, a track and trace feature.

The greatest change of course was its bolt impact changer module, allowing the old girl to be switched from armor piercing bolts to incendiary to electronic, to god emperors only knows how many others and also allowed her to temporarily increase her fire rate.

She was his treasure, a weapon that had been with him for the largest part of his life, and one he would not know how to live without.

Banishing these warm and happy thoughts he turned his eyes to the aliens, they were small from up here, he noted. The suits made it hard to read their emotions, but that was compensated by an exaggerated body language. They were nervous, very nervous he put the head of the one at the front in his crosshair, before his aim drifted to the guards at the back, he locked them to his scope.

Calculations ran in his head, he could kill 5 of them at the second of them firing, he would not be the first to fire, the Emperors church preached equality for all those willing to except the light of his rule, toleration of those not and the death of those that would dare challenge the Dominion.

It was yet to be determined if they would join the Dominion, he hoped they would as his eyes drifted to one of the lead females, there was something about her, and even though her mask hid her features he knew she was examining all around her with ruthless intellect, Monty appeared rather annoyed at her look of hunger for him.

He didn't blame the MEC trooper, a quick surface reading of her mind, something he wasn't exactly the best at and always gave him a headache, told him of the types of 'Investigations' she wanted to do too him, he cracked a small smile at the similarities too some Terran scientists he had met, all insane obsessive workaholics those.

Until you got them drunk and high of course, that was one hell of a night.

He read the words sent between the diplomats, the governess seemed to be sticking to protocol, something he could appreciate, even if it was unnecessary. Some other Xcom squads would disagree, but even the best fighters in the galaxy had fanatics he supposed.

Then came the handshake, he kept his eyes peeled, if this went wrong, he needed to intervene, he shifted the setting of his old girl to non-lethal, and lined up, ready to fire. The aliens appeared shocked when their admiral dropped down to his knees, and the soldiers took aim, he began to put pressure on the trigger as he saw the aliens begin aiming, before a voice sounded in his ear.

"Don't shoot! Please, all is fine!" the language was strange but luckily it was repeated in Terran just a second later, he removed his finger from the trigger resting it on the side of the massive weapon but kept the soldiers in his crosshair.

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Rael shook his head, the experience had made him a bit dizzy and his eyes watered behind his mask, he slowly stood up, and turned to look at the Quarrians behind him, a small gesture of his hand made them lower their guns with some apprehension.

"I am sorry, the first... meld is always a bit... extreme." The Governess spoke to him, his eyes widened, she spoke perfect Kelish, she even had the same accent as him, somewhere deep within him he had still thought it was all an act, but this had proved it.

He pointed to himself, then spoke.

"I am Rael Zorrah, Admiral of the Quarrian Migrant fleet."

The alien nodded to him and pointed to herself in response.

"I am Governess Delarosa, of the Terran Dominion." She spoke, "I... request? The use of short words, it takes time to... process a... language."

"So, you really aren't an Asari then?" he asked rhetorically, they had the exact same problem with processing languages, meaning that first contact was easier, but it also meant that insult could easily be given by accident.

"Excuse me... a what?"

"Asari, a species of the galaxy, they are not very nice." He was using small words to keep it easy to understand, and to paint the picture that the Quarrians needed help. "They control the Council, rule the others with their friends, they won't give Quarrians a home-world."

"They deny you a world?" she asked, "Why?"

"Quarrians made, living machines..."

"AI?"

There it was, he just hoped that they would at least consider helping, lying to them would not help.

"Yes, Geth." He answered her, "The Geth took our home-world, the Asari wouldn't help, Salarians and Turrians do what Asari say."

Her frown seemed angry, he didn't know at who. The woman then barked something in her native language at the man beside her, the words sounded elegant and hard at the same time.

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"An Emperor dammed racist dictatorship!" the Governess raged, the Quarrians had left about an hour ago, after a sharing of codex's. A ceasefire and a non-aggression pact signed and both sides powering down weapons.

"Isn't the Emperor technically a dictator?" Alexander said from his position on the table, though he quickly shrunk back at the angry glare Pious was sending him.

"The Emperor is not a ruler in the traditional sense, yes he holds ultimate power in matters of state and military, but he was no influence of justice and prosecution of crime, all worlds make their own laws, and as long as they pay taxes a lot is tolerated." Shawn butted in before the Xcom trooper could clobber the general over the head with his severed arm.

"All Terrans are considered equal, slavery is not allowed, AI's are treated as Terrans as well, and the Emperor most assuredly does not attack refugees just because their ancestors broke a law."

In truth Shawn knew that the Dominion was a totalitarian state, even if most worlds enjoyed a massive amount of autonomy, the Emperor was the chief commander of Xcom, the legions and the navy, Sector Solaris was under his direct governance, but in truth the Emperor and his various black-ops and shadow organization controlled a lot of the Dominion behind the proverbial galaxy sized curtains.

Of course the worship of the Immortal man helped as well, as did the various cults worshiping his wife and daughter, he himself wasn't sure if the man could be considered a God, his raw psionic power was unequaled except by his wife. Yet Shawn still believed in the old god of Christ, or the former Roman catholic church, who treated the Emperor as a living saint, but still worshiped the father, the son and the holy-spirit.

His thoughts turned to this council, a ruling body made up of the three strongest races, a good idea on paper. Until you consider the fact that it led to the exploitation of the weaker races and a very convoluted political system where the three races were basically policing themselves, the so-called treaty of Firaxin, restricting the amount star-destroyer size ships the races could have, for instance was a clear political tool.

It would be clear to anybody with half a mind that these Turians were likely breaking the treaty regularly, it was mostly there to make sure that none of the minor races would dare to build up enough star-destroyers to become a threat, and the worst part was that it seemed, at least by the information in this codex, to be working all but the Batarians had given up on building these Dreadnoughts completely.

The numbers noted in this codex made no sense either, it stated that the Turians had about 100.000 ships, but for the patrols and fleet actions their duties entailed they would need twice to three times that number.

It was clear to him at least that this Council was basically a dictatorship dressed up like a democracy a council that policed itself and controlled those below them, he gave the Emperor points for admitting that he was the leader at least, no fancy words to hide who controls all the shit.

He shook his head and turned to the still raging Governess, the woman seemed most upset by the abhorrent treatment of the Quarrians, not unexpected even though she promised to only take information of the language from the admiral, a merge wasn't that selective, you would need to go through a lot of the person's life before you got to that. That kind of thing builds a bond.

"All because they accidentally created an aggressive AI! The dominion does that sometime still, and we have been making them for centuries!"

"Do we have orders from Terra yet?" Shawn turned his eyes to the hologram of Captain Markus Anderson.

"We are to try to move the Quarrians to the Sigma-Kalus-Ophius system, there is a small Dextro Agri world there, its relatively close, and we have set up a small way station so they can vent heat on the way."

"And after that?" Shawn asked, "Wait for a diplomat? These people are being chased across the galaxy by some aggressive dictators, what do we do if they come here?"

"I hope it won't come too that, but we have orders to sign a defensive pact or establish a protectorate over the Quarrians as soon as possible..." The Governess spoke up again, now calmed down a bit and having sagged into her chair.

"Really? Isn't it a bit soon to make them a protectorate, they only have about 16 million people, the Khajith had to wait until they had 10 billion people before being granted that." Shawn said, thinking of the cat-folk that made up a portion of his tank drivers.

"Its more of an emergency measure, direct orders from Terra, they think that the Quarrian race won't survive without our help, which is likely true." Alexander it seemed had finally calmed down now Pious had stopped glaring at him.

"We have a meeting on the Rayya tomorrow, I suggest we all get some rest, we have to stay alert however, if the Turians are really after them we must protect the Quarrians."

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Codexapedia:

Protectorates and Terran species:

During the integration of the newer Terran races, each had a different process to becoming Terran, but the formula has remained mostly the same, it starts with the Dominion meeting a new species, contact is established, a non-aggression pact is signed, then trade and mutual defense is negotiated.

After a few years of living side by side, a species is made a protectorate if they have more than 10 billion people, then when their population surpasses 40 billion they have the option of joining the Dominion fully, and becoming Terrans, allowing them to buy property in the Solaris sector and the ability to Join Xcom, and the Officer core.

Legions and non-human Terrans:

Of course, being the most numerous of the Terran species Humans make up the nearly 80 percent of the Legionaries and naval employees, the other Terran races prefer to work in different positions, with the Khajith preferring to serve in armored Legions, or desert Legions.

Twiliks and Torgrutans are more likely to join the navy, though there are some notable exception, such as the famous Terran legions which often have them as officers and heavy-weapon or melee experts, and the feared Night-Witches a purely female Viking pilot group famed for their brutality and ruthless efficiency.

The Raoily are the least likely to join the army or navy, needing regular sunlight and clean water to survive, they do however sometimes work as engineers on jungle worlds.

Xcom weapons and armor:

As all things within Xcom the weapons used are highly customized and incredibly varied, you are unlikely to find two Xcom troopers using the same weapon, all Xcom troopers customize their arsenal with weapons ranging from shotguns that fire hyper sonic alloys to belt-fed rocket propelled grenade launchers.

Xcom armor is different however, as every Xcom trooper is given a set of Titan armor he is expected to use, maintain and upgrade for as long as possible, the older an Xcom trooper is the more likely he or she is to have turned his armor into something nearly unbreakable, with dozens of tiny gallop shield generators, and layers upon layers of alloy.

Some more highborn Xcom troopers even staple their medals to their armor, with the famous Valaryian Squad being the primary example, as their entire armor is covered helmet to boots in medals.

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So guys how did you like the coincil in this one, I had to rewrite them like five times from first draft cause it just didn't fit, and this is the best I could do, as always fav, follow review, see you guys next time,

Tombstone signing off,