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0121.10.14

Alien System - Alien Capital

Citadel Alliance: SPECTER

Saren Arterius

Saren had managed to slip away from the combat as soon as the Alien Cities wall was breached and then the subsequent death of the slave Bele in his arms had shaken Saren more then he would have liked to admit. When he had started looking into the events in the Terminus System and the subsequent Batarian Raids into the Heart of Council Space, he had gone undercover and allowed himself to become a slave to infiltrate their operations.

Managing to guess the next Turian colony to be raided by the slavers, Saren managed to get himself captured and embedded into their forces, acting as a slave soldier. Thankfully, using the same Blackband Frequency that Spectars can key into, and by extension the Council, he began feeding information back to the Citadel so that a retaliatory strike could be initiated.

Then the Batarians had caught wind of something that sent them into a frenzy, it wasn't long begore both they and the slaves that had been taken so far were rounded up into their drop ships, placed into harnesses, and fitted with bomb collars. Saren himself was no exception, but compared to the others he had managed to disable his collar soon after, though making sure the other slaves wouldn't spot him doing it as well.

Only vague whispers from the guards and soldiers could shed light on the situation as he was left strapped into his seat, but soon enough he felt the ship leave the atmosphere and head for space as well. A few hours and even a few public beatings to remind the slaves of their place later, he finally got something to help him better understand what the Batarians were doing. Their Loud Speakers cracked to life in their drop ship, followed by an announcement.

"Well Slaves, it seems today is our lucky day. We've been given orders to bring a new species into the fold! So make yourselves ready. pray to whatever impotent gods or spirits you worship, and try not to get shot to quickly."

The revelation that the Batarians were to be a new species first contact with the Citadel was not something Saren wished upon any species. Let alone one about to meet some of the Batarian Pirate Lords. When the tale tale tremors of combat began to echo through the drop ship cradle that his and dozens of other slave drop ships were locked into, it was clear that First Contact had already broken down.

There were no windows on the Slave Drop Ship so he was unable to see what kind of situation was going on outside as he felt gravity switch off and the ship drop into free fall, either a sign of damage to their parent ship or that they were being released for the invasion proper. The heat hit them first as a result of their drop ship entering the planet's atmosphere. Hell would await even the Specter as he landed on this Spirit's Forsaken Planet.

That was weeks ago, and all that he had seen and experienced over the course of his time here had been unadulterated hell when forced to fight and kill to maintain his cover. Yet not that time had passed it would seem. Given the amount of destruction the Batarians and this new species was reaping on one another, not to mention what had happened earlier, it seemed like his time to remain under cover had finally come to pass.

Diving into a bombed out structure that the aliens built at some point, Saren would hunker down before pulling out his Omni-Tool and slicing through his Slave Collar. Using the built in Quantum Entanglement Thread, he was able to easily bypass the usual limitations to connect to the Blackband Frequency. It would take a few minutes to reach the Citadel, but until then, he needed to vent. The abuse he suffered at the hands of the Batarians had left him in an agitated state, and the barbarity of the Aliens had served to enhance that.

So as luck would seem to smile upon him as a squad of the aliens and a squad of Batarians entered the building one floor below him and began to trade fire. From the Batarians, a Heavy would step out from behind cover and with a grin, his M-300 Claymore and brought it up to his shoulder. Eyes widen as Saren slammed his claws over his head, while the Batarians would as well activate noise cancellers in their helmets. The Aliens had no idea what was about to come, so when the Claymore's trigger was compressed, the entire building shuddered as a result. The Krogan made shotgun, as large as it was, left those in the enclosed building deaf after it fired off.

The result however for the aliens was messier. At least six of the original twelve aliens were not but gory chunks splattered across surfaces of the bombed out building. Their cover had been completely reduced to shredded rubble while the remaining six were in some capacity wounded as well. One of the aliens was screaming, holding his stump of a right arm where the blast had reduced the arm to pulped flesh and bone. However there was one amongst the group of aliens that stuck out. A small child looking alien with blond hair, whom was bathed in blood and slowly stumbled back. However the male, given the sexual dimorphism that seemed prominent in the aliens, slowly looked to his left side, where a chunk had been blown out of his chest.

Blood leaked from the wound but upon closer inspection, it wasn't just blood. Saren's eyes widened and then narrowed in ignorant anger as he spied metallic bones sticking out. Sparks flying off where exposed wiring was seen. Saren had encountered these things on several occasions since landing. The Aliens actually had the gall to make use of AI and Synthetics in their forces in combating the Batarians. He had seen soldier Synthetics tear through at least several legions of Batarians, their faces covered in black blind folds and wearing strange cloths.

Yet this one seemed to cower as if it wasn't a machine made to look like the aliens. Acting more like a civilian, but Saren was a Specter and as such, he would enforce the Council's laws upon these Heretics. The word came to his mind without warning, causing him to pause, not even having a definition nor knowing where he heard it before. Yet with a shake of his head, he rises from his perch and allows his abilities to come forth. There were few amongst the Batarians and the Asari were shackled to ensure they couldn't make use of their Biotics. So when he leaped down, his hands moved and he launched a blast of Carnage Biotics into both sides of the conflict.

The Biotic Particles rapidly eating through armor on both sides as he landed, his M-6 Carnifex snapping into his hand before he placed two shots into the Batarian Heavy's forehead. The Shotgun wielder going down relatively easy as this left him to deal with eleven more Batarians and six aliens in various states of being wounded. The Squad Leader of the Batarians, seeing his Heavy go down, turned and roared, hefting his M-15 Vindicator up towards Saren.

"We have an Armed Slave here in District 12. Biotic as well. Turian. All near by forces be advised."

The Vindicator would roar as it began to fire towards the Turian. Whom, with practiced reflexes, threw up his hand to intercept the bullets using a Warp, the bolt of energized biotics would tear through the oncoming rounds from the Vindicator and then engulf the head of the Squad leader. Causing it to pop like a messy tomato a few seconds later. However in that same second, Saren lifted and placed a round between the eyes of two other Batarians. The Aliens however weren't spared. He was a professional, and as such, he would not leave witnesses.

With a turn of his heel, his Carnifex would bark, the unshielded men and women would receive a single round into their craniums before they dropped. The other aliens, knocked out of their confusion, hosed the spot that he had been standing a few seconds earlier. The Batarians had recovered and were shifting their focus to the Specter as well. However Saren was nothing if not a monster. While evading incoming fire moving at the speed of near light, he easily planted one round after another, a single round for each combatant in the room.

One of the Aliens even hefted what looked like a grenade on a piece of wood towards him. A scoff leaving the aged Turian before he fired off a Warp, catching it and the arm in tandem. The scream of the alien cut short as the grenade went off, reducing him and his companion into chunked meat on the ground. Leaving two aliens whom were already working to pull back with what passed as a civilian.

The Batarians would as well receive several casualties, in the form of squad members whos kinetic barriers failed to deal with the Anti-Armor/Shield rounds that Saren had specifically chosen for the engagement with kinetic barriers. Sadly his main target was trying to leave. The remaining aliens and the synthetic were trying to retreat through the door they had come from. They got to nearly the exit before a round both took them in one of their knees, effectively taking the legs off at said knees and spilling crimson across the floor as a direct result.

Perhaps it was due to this mission or just built up stress over the years from doing black ops missions and assassinations for the Council, but mercy was the farthest thing from the Specter's Mind as he turned his head to let an RPG fly past him and impact on the second floor of the building. Even as the Aliens fired at him, to which he wasted no time in putting them down, leaving the synthetic, his attention returned to the threat of the Batarians. The Squad having brought up an RPG and directed a second rocket at him.

This would of course cause him to sigh and with a flash, he vanished, using Blink to close the distance between himself and the Batarian. Right hand grasping hold of the Muzzle of the RPG and crushing the barrel as the trigger was compressed. The resulting detonation would cause the surrounding explosives to as well go off, there by resulting in the collapse of the second floor above the survivors, crushing them.

Even as the child looking synthetic looked on, Saren would rise from the rubble, revealing the carapace having been burnt away and exposing an arm that..was not right. Tentacles of various sizes thrashed befoe they clasped upon near by stone which dragged them, rapidly rebuilding the limb into place before the Synthetic's very eyes as the "Turian" if it could be called that, strode through the corpses of twenty four individuals before coming to stand before the wounded child synthetic. His eyes were no longer merely that of their origional, no there was something inherently wrong to them as he grasped the machine in the shape of a child and hefted it up.

"My "masters" will be very interested to know you...but your kind cost a lot of good Turian lives on this rock..."

Frowning, even as the whispers echoed and resounded in his mind, Saren reached up and grasped the child's right shoulder as he held it by the top of the head. Muscles bulged as the synthetic seemed to contemplate what was going on and with a scream, he reacted. A fist collided with the adult "Turian's" stomach which in turn would send him flying back, several ribs and bone shattering as he felt his "other Half" scream in agony and retreat deeper into his thorasic cavity. The synthetic collapsed to the ground and tried to crawl away, even as Saren rose once again and leaped into the air. A snarl and slight trace amounts of foam coloring his cheeks as he drove his own fist into the synthetic's chest, enough force exerted to split it in twain.

It was clearly experiencing some kind of system's shock as it twitched and gasped. Yet Saren paid it no mind, the "Turian's" Experminent was starting to grow rampant as a result of the abuse of the last few weeks and recent damage dealt to it. He lifted the bisected Synthetic once more into the air and with his other hand, extended his omni-tool.

"Have some dignity at least at the end."

With a clenched fist, the Omni-Tool extended, piercing through the throat of the Synthetic child and separating head from neck at that. The torso would collapse to the ground and twitch as the head blinked at Saren. Then he smiled, five minutes having passed since this confrontation started and it had ended.


0121.10.14

Shanxi System - Shanxi Capital: Auttobenid

10th Evacuation Shelter

Auttobenid Militia

Neo-Mobile Doll Abigail Williams

Abigail Williams screamed out as she stumbled back, falling on her small rump. The blond haired small child would wrap her arms about her waist as her eyes replayed the last moments of Ventra over and over again in her mind. Her brother, while both being Neo-Mobile Dolls, had just been killed. Their shared link and network overrun with warnings as he relayed what he was seeing to his younger sister. The aliens had cornered a squad that was escorting him into the city after coming across him out in the wilderness while he himself was trying to gather food for the evacuation shelter.

A few days into the evacuation, those within the bunker had picked up on the strangeness that the fact those within weren't base humans. Each at their various stages of evolution. Even a few Cyber New Types were included.

Research by the Neo-Mobile Dolls had found that this district of Auttobenid had been placed beneath the jurisdiction of a minor Noble by the name of Aliga Von Best. Something about the man having triggered programs within the Neo-Mobile Dolls which had sent them researching into his family. However nothing ever came from their searach on account of any infromation about the family was not catalogued like many Noble families. They having disdained from using electronic methods and stuck to pen and parchment still.

They had begun to run low on supplies and he, being the strongest there, despite being a child, had opted to enter the vent systems to exit the city while fighting was going on. They had encountered the strange aliens on the way back and they had been nearly slaughtered. Then one of the Slaves had seemingly intervened. Only that wasn't what would happen. The slaughter only grew worse as the alien seemed to display abilities far exceeding even Coordinators and New Types.

Butchering both sides of the conflict with what seemed to be contemptable ease at which he did so. Even as he spoke, tearing her brother in half, he never stopped recording, while his core was destroyed from the collision, he sent one final message before going offline.

"Take Care Abigail. Know that Big Brother loves you..."

And then her other set of eyes vanished. Darkness replaced it and for the first time in her existance, she wished she could cry. It was a hollow feeling, to have the other side of your existance cease to be without warning. Her arms wrapped about her chest as several other civilians moved to comfort her, trying to understand what had happened and why she was hysterical all of a sudden. As she continues to try and run diagnostics trying to figure out what was going on with her processing routines, and AI matrix, when she was shaken from her inner turmoil by what sounded like gunfire coming from the hallway outside of the Shelter.

The shelter itself was a reinforced and heavy bunker of sorts, with heavy tungsten reinforced walls to ensure nothing short of bunker buster class ordinance could pierce the walls. The walls themselves were lined with a variety of containers for the civilians living in the shelter till the storm above ground had otherwise passed. Lockers for cloths, unfolding walls to provide privacy for those wanting it. Several dozen small rooms had been created by the civilians and the few Neo-Mobile Dolls within the shelter as well which had allowed for the humans to form their own little collections and squirrel themselves away to comfort each other.

While they were Civilian Modeled Neo-Mobile Dolls, they still retained higher strength and durability compared to humans. So the few that were there, including Ventra Williams, had taken it upon themselves to help the militia protecting the citizens from any harm. A few Nobles had posted themselves near the entrance, to ensure those inside would stay safe.

Now however, judging by the sounds outside, something was happening. Those near the entrance to the shelter would begin backing away as the sounds of fire outside the doors only lessened over the next few seconds. The muffled sounds of footsteps outside the heavy blast doors would confuse the civilians before a voice echoed from outside in an alien tongue.

Abigail was starting to regain her wits as the other Neo-Mobile Dolls within the room worked to help with the sudden stress of the loss of her brother "unit". Reviewing the footage of the Turian that had displayed the strange abilities of the aliens they had already seen across the planet. Yet the disabling of the door's locking mechanism outside would draw their attention.

Slowly the doors would begin to open, causing a few civilians to jump back as a corpse collapsed backwards. One of the Royal Guard that the Lord of Shanxi had assigned to protect the shelters. Gas Mask clad, the Royal Guards were silent warriors, not soldiers. Cold, disciplined, and without remorse. They wore heavier armor then your standard man or woman in the military services of the Queens. However they were allowed to add personal touches, such as religious texts to their armor. The man that had collapsed backwards had dropped his rifle, causing it to slide into the room.

Two Royal Guards and Thirty Militia men, now needed on the walls, had been placed to defend this bunker. Yet as the doors opened, the only dead seen outside were six militia men and the Royal Guard. However those inside could already see that the wounds inflicted on the dead were from ballistics. Something the aliens didn't make use of. Anger swelled as the militia men and women hefted their own weapons and turned them on the citizens.

"Well, times have certainly changed haven't they? Used to be that you freaks were separated rightly and away from Pure People..."

Ah...they now proudly displayed their affiliation, showing the insignia of Blue Cosmos upon their uniforms. Abigail had already raised the disturbing notion that they, New Types, Cyber New Types, Coordinators, Innovators, and Neo-Mobile Dolls made up the vast majority of those inside of the evacuation center. However, the idea that Blue Cosmos was actually connected to their current situation hadn't dawned on them. Abigail however was..to say the least, mentally distraught. The death of her brother program had snapped something in her.

"There isn't a reason to talk with them. Execute these freaks and move on. The Aliens are nearly to you."

"As you command my Lord. For the Preservation...of our Blue and Pure World."

Even as those in the room began moving behind cover they all moved in slow motion. The sounds of safeties being flicked off and a mixture of battery powered hand held laser rifles as well as ballistic weapons filled the ears of those in the room. In slow motion, the foremost man compressed his trigger as his 5.58 largo round screamed from the barrel and erupted outward. One of the charging civilians, a man in his early thirties, could only watch as his body was unable to move out of the way. Having grasped a lead pipe, he would barely move it in the way to cause the bullet to lodge in it.

"We won't go quietly!"

However before she realized it, Abigail was screaming as the child sized Neo Mobile Doll crossed the room and grabbed the fallen Mesna 5 Guage Shotgun. Even as she watched, two Coordinators and an Innovator went down as time moved forward, the hail of fire that flew into the room easily eclipsed even that of the advanced stages of human evolution that had been cornered. Her eyes would widen as a man at the back of the line took a knee, as he hefted up a Mk 2 Zeon Panzerfaust in preporation for firing it into the room. Her eyes locked on to the man, even as she watched several Coordinators make it to the first men. Having ducked behind the barricade and waited for them to either reload or vent the energy.

Already the citizen numbers were only twenty out of the forty six that had charged the fire. Choosing to die on their feet then cower. One of the Blue Cosmos men would fall back as a wounded Cyber New Type smashed his boot into the head of the man and drive a rusted pipe he had pulled from the wall into the top of his head. Sadly his kill is punctuated by another Militia man perforating his body with type 56 Anti-New Type Ammo. Illegal, as it causes the bodies of New Types and Cyber New Types DNA to rapidly decay at an accelerated rate due to a mutagenic compound that the rounds introduce to the body.

Then Abigail fired. The Royal Guard's Shotgun roared, deafening the men and women in this section of the shelter. Given the guage, the shotgun's bark was marked by the shards of metal rather then balls punching through the Panzerfaust weilder's head and torso, reducing both to scraps of bloody meat. Then she landed, farther back then she had intended. Rapid calculations would follow as she rolled forward. Six seconds had passed since the first shot was fired.

Despite her tiny size, despite her appearence of a small child, she shoved the shotgun with enough force up into the chest of another milita men and pulled back on the trigger, the barrel having punched through protective armor with ease and proceeded to erase the spine and the stomach. Her military issued fighting algorithums have decided to kick in and her "father" has seen fit to include several non-military issue ones.

"Program, Yog Sothoth, online. System: Abigail, has been shunted. Targets designated. Twenty One Targets. Exterminating in the name of the Empire. Ava Imperiator."


0121.10.16

Attican Traverse - Unknown Location

Batarian Hegemony

Galactic Council

234th Expeditionary Fleet - Jampok Belak

Jampok would release several huffs as his ship exited out of Light Speed and entered into the unexplored system. They had been forced to abandon the Relay Network on account of a pursuing Turian Patrol Fleet. They had moved as far as possible off known routs that the Turians took, but as they descended into the system, something caught the sleep deprived eyes of the slaves on the bridge alongside the Batarians. The system that they had entered into had several planets but where there should be a sun, there was a massive complex of some kind. Obsidian metal with thin green lines running across its surface.

The captain's brief view of the worlds beyond were obscured by a shadow following over their vessel as a light blinded them. Rapidly the room started to fill with what looked like flashes of circling greenish light before his final sight is that of what looked like a large Black and Green Cube outside his view port. His final sight besides the strange cube was a Turian, though he was wrong, his carapace was pale, and there was all manner of metallic implements jutting from his body. Then his mind was suppressed and his body was claimed.

Then all was silence as he felt a spike jab itself into his neck from behind and a voice enter his mind.

"How...Pecular..."


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