Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect nor Honorverse. I am merely throwing the two worlds together. Any original characters, however, are mine.

Alrighty folks I've gotten the puppy house-trained…ish. So she's not as big a problem nowadays. And sorry for the delay, but Lord of Uzu has been on my mind for a while, so once I started writing it…kind of hard to stop. I'm working on chapter five here, and chapter two there at the same time.

Chapter 5: Battle of Honor Harrington Memorial Reproduction Center

"So tell me what we've got," Zaeed Massani said as he looked over the crowd that had formed in the lobby of the clinic. There had to be around two hundred people or so here.

"Well we have mostly small arms, the police forces managed to get their assault gear here. We've got three skimmers and seventeen air cars. Seven Pulse Rifles, sixteen Flachette guns, five tribarrels, three plasma carbines, and two gravitic launchers. We have ten Viper missiles for the launchers," Police Chief Arnold King said to the Queen's bodyguard. King and his police forces had opted to focus on defending the Queen and had therefore relocated from their precinct in order to better protect their monarch, bringing whatever weaponry they could.

"Gravitic launchers you say? That'll shut any ole bitch up," Zaeed mused. He was a little surprised that there even where any Gravitic launchers in the area. Those were usually weapons used by special forces, why on earth would civilians have a hold of them? Not that he was complaining at the moment. "So what the hell are they doing in the garage?" he'd seen a flurry of activity happening over there.

"Well this kid named Greg is trying to see if he can rig us a communicator, we've got a few people with technical skills helping him. With the damn birds taking out our com satellites contacting the military has been difficult," Chief King said as they walked towards the center of the lobby, where everyone had put down whatever weapons they had and created a makeshift armory. The man was quite intimidating, fairly tall and broad shouldered, he reminded Zaeed of one of Old Terra's Vikings, which was probably fairly accurate as the man was obviously of Scrag decent.

"And over there on the left?"

"Karin Chakwas, one of the nurses, is setting up a makeshift infirmary," the police chief said.

"Good we're gonna need it," he said as he looked over the weapons. "I see a lot of shitty guns," he said with a frown. There were a lot of civilian weaponry here, light pulsers, disrupters, needle guns, even some goddamn antiques. There had to be a handful of those Creative Anachronism people running about, some of these guns were archaic! Still a fucking hand cannon would work well as a distraction he supposed. There were also a lot of vibroblades and forceblades. At least everyone here would have a weapon for hand to hand combat.

"Alright you lot, does anyone here have any goddamn experience?" because he really didn't want to be stuck leading a bunch of civvies against a military force.

/Me and My hunters will participate/ Gofuor, a Medusan Shaman, communicated. The tri-symmetrical male was leading a group of warriors who looked like they had been applying their tribal paints. /We have our own rifles/.

Zaeed could not help the grin that formed on his face. Fucking Stilties. The sort of people he never wanted to cross. Bastards could slit your throat before you even knew they were there. And that was before giving the damn buggers tactical cloaks. Add in the Stilty rifle with a range of 6000 meters made the Medusans the best forces for sniping in the whole goddamn Alliance. "Alright I want your men in the neighboring buildings and scouting, take out enemy commanders and report their movements to us."

"I've got about six hundred police personnel," the chief said. "We've set up roadblocks all around the area. We'll serve as the primary line of defense."

"Good..take the gravitic launchers with you. And the schematics on your skimmers?"

"Lightly armored, they pack a punch but they're eggshells."

"Shit. If only we had some sting ships," he groused as he looked over what was left. "That leaves me with the civvies huh. Well we'll protect the Queen as best we can. I'll have them protect the building as much as we can. Set up some patrols. Where are we on defensive gear?"

"I managed to clean out all our armor. It's mostly light, resistant to light pulsers and slugs. Nothing like what the marines have."

Zaeed ran a hand over his face. Shit. So he was going to have subpar weaponry, subpar armor, shitty vehicles, and no back up. They were fucking doomed. "We just need to hold out until we can get into contact with the army. If we could contact Lara's Own for back up, we'll be set. I want you to put that engineer's job as the main priority. Get that communicator working." This would be easier if the Queen would relocate, but he could understand why she was remaining. If she left, then it was very likely that the Reproduction Center would be overrun, and with it her unborn great grandchild. And nobody, not even Hugh Zilwicki himself, was going to make the Queen budge when one of her grandchildren were in danger. Hell, he expected her to pick up a gun herse….wait a flachette gun was missing.

-TED-

Several hours later, Spurius Serapio was on a building overlooking the hospital that was providing the most resistance to their taking of the city. General Arterius wanted this city captured as quickly as possible, considering that it was one of the three largest cities on the planet. It seemed that there might be a VIP trapped down in the hospital, because that was the only explanation that Spurius could see as to why the civilians were fighting so hard.

"This is Alpha Team to Bravo Team. We're in position." Spurius said as he and his team got into position, readying their sniper rifles. Their job was to take out as many of the defenders in the hospital itself while General Arterius' men broke through the police barricades.

"Roger that Alpha Team, We're in position as well. We'll start on the right si…urgk" and then the transmission cut out.

"Bravo Team? Bravo Leader report? Bravo One? Bravo Three?" Spurius called into the radio, receiving only stony silence in return. He was about to signal to his team when a rope suddenly wrapped around his neck, jerking him back. He only briefly glimpsed a three armed creature before he was pushed off of the building joining the other five hanging Turians.

/Niphol to Hunt Leader. Sniper Team dealt with. Providing assistance to Barricades/ Niphol sent to his Shaman before he and his team of Medusan Snipers took to their positions, ready to aid the harried police forces.

-TED-

"Incoming!" Arnold King shouted as the broad shouldered male dived for cover, barely escaping the missile blast from the thrice be cursed gunships. He took aim with his light pulser, and it whined several times as the millimeter darts shot out, piercing a Turian's shields before the second and third shots blew the alien's arm off. "Somebody take that damn gunship out!"

"Roger that Chief," one of his female officers said, shouldering the gravitic launcher. The woman was just as blond as her commanding officer, and one of the few police officers capable of actually lifting the damn thing, let alone shouldering it. She took aim at the hovering gunship and let loose one of their precious few Viper Missiles. The gravitic missile flew off at near the speed of light, slamming into the gunship and causing the vessel to crash into the Turians below it. "Got the sucker."

"Valerie look out!" Arnold shouted as one of the Turians peaked from cover to try and get a shot at her, but the Turian's head exploded in mass of blue goo.

"Looks like the Medusans finally got rid of those snipers," Valerie said as she slipped back into cover, rearming her gravitic launcher with another Viper missile.

"Hell yeah, now let's show these bastards why you shouldn't mess with the Torchese. For the Great Kahja!" Arnold bellowed, his cry repeated by his police forces as they intensified their defense of the barricades.

"Incoming Tank!"

"Terry!"

"On it Boss!" A redheaded male said as he angled for a shot with his plasma carbine. The heavy support weapon was mounted on a tripod near the center of the barricade giving it a large coverage area. The smaller male took careful aim with the weapon before a high speed glob of superheated plasma was shot from his carbine, slamming into the middle of the tank and melting straight through, causing the hovering vehicle to list before it slammed into the side of a building. "Fuck yeah take that!"

"Sir, several gunships have broken through the west barricade. They're making their way to the Reproduction Center."

Arnold growled as he reloaded his pulser. "Tell Zaeed he's got company, and send a Skimmer and four of the air cars to help."

"Sir, We're also running low on power cells for the plasma cannon," Terry Malcolm said. They'd had to stop utilizing it as an anti-infantry weapons placement awhile ago when their ammunition began to run low, now reserving it only for anti tank weaponry.

"Damn," Arnold grumbled. It looked like the Turians were finally going to be able to overcome the barricades. "Tell him we'll hold out as long as we can, but if we can't hold them here, we'll retreat and make our stand in the courtyard."

-TED-

Karin frowned as a child was put on the surgery bed before her. The boy was only ten years old, too young to even have started prolong treatment, and had been shot several times as he attempted to make his way to the Reproduction center, having been found by one of the defenders. Already the prognosis wasn't going to be good. She was going to have to amputate the leg. Medigel would have to do for the moment, since the Reproduction Center didn't have any of the Regen machines needed to regrow the limb, and something like that took too much time anyway.

True she was just a nurse, but she had been taking courses to receive her medical degree, and that happened to include surgery. True she was no neurosurgeon, but she could deal with something as simple as amputating limbs, and since the more skilled doctors she had managed to round up were busy with the more life threatening cases, she was stuck doing what she could with her limited skills.

She stepped back, the boy now had one less leg, but he was stabilized, and as one of the nurses move him to one of the few empty beds, another body was put in front of her. She sterilized her arms before leaning into the medical stasis field and began the arduous task of saving another life.

-TED-

"Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit,"

"Keep her steady!"

"I'm trying you assholes!" Mark Stanford shouted as he continued his litany of holy shits. The aircab driver had offered his services to fly one of the aircars, and was now cursing his patriotism. His vehicle ducked and weaved, trying to get out of the firing range of the gunship that was chasing his ass. He had three passengers, all carrying light pulsers that they fired at the gunship. Aircars weren't meant to be used militarily, but they had no choice. It was either put the civilian vehicles on the line, or lose the three skimmers they had.

At least pulsers, even light ones, were moderately effective against a gunship. Enough rounds in the right place would shoot it down but that was only if they could get past that damn kinetic shield. Only the Gravitic Launchers could shoot the enemy aircraft out of the sky with a single shot, and they only had a handful of missiles. Most of the aerial battle revolved around slashing attacks from the skimmers, and for that they needed to use aircars like the one he was driving as a distraction.

"Holy shit we made it! Fuck guys this is going to be a rough turn!" he screamed to his gunners as the agile aircar screamed around a corner, anti-grav plates protesting at their abuse as he rolled the aircar out of the firing range of the waiting skimmer. The skimmer opened fire with its pulser cannons. The cannons could fire up to 2000 milimeter pulse darts a second, not that that tremendous rate of fire was needed as after only half a second the gunship exploded.

-TED-

"They're repelling down the sides!" One of the civvies yelled as the whines of pulsers filled the air. Zaeed cursed as he shouldered Jessie and let the bloody bitch do her job. The old pulse rifle fired with deadly accuracy, taking out three of the repelling turians.

"Toss the fucking molotovs!" Zaeed shouted, and several of the civilians followed his orders, tossing Molotov cocktails and other improvised incendiaries at the advancing Turians. They were well and truly fucked, and he was stuck trying to keep the building defended. Currently they were fighting in the courtyard, trying to keep the Turians from entering the building and butchering the innocents within.

"Where are those damn skimmers?" Zaeed shouted into his radio.

"Skimmer 2 is down three blocks out. Skimmer 3 is drawing heavy fire. Skimmer 1 is on its way, ETA six minutes," reported Sara Lionel; the woman in charge of their communications.

"Shit," he said as he ducked under cover. He popped up for a quick shot, taking a Turian between the eyes. Good ol' Jessie always knew where to hit them. Blood thirsty bitch. "Where is the goddamn Queen?"

"She's in room 32B on the third floor. They're working on the last batch of fetuses. Shala'Raan estimates another thirty minutes before they can be evacuated safely," the aging police dispatcher reported.

"Status on the communicator?" Zaeed said as he blew apart two more Turians, drawing attention from the hovering gunship.

"Gregory Adams has it operational, he's sending the- kshhhh"

"Damn, they're jamming our radios," he muttered. Shit, and his people were taking heavy losses. "Alright everyone fall back to the lobby!"

-TED-

"Hello, this is Gregory Adams can anyone hear me?" the young man asked into the improvised long range communicator that he'd built.

"This is a secure channel meant for military purposes," A curt voice said on the other end of the line.

"Please, you have to send aid. We're trapped at the Honor Harrington Memorial Reproduction Center, suffering heavy losses. The police barricades are barely holding. You need to send help."

"Have the police forces evacuate the civilians into the shelters and get off this line," the voice said again.

"Look you don't understand. I.." oh god they weren't going to send help. Wait wasn't there a code or something he was supposed to say? He remembered that the Queen's bodyguard had told him to use it. "This is a Priority Zero message. The Queen is at Honor Harrington Memorial Reproduction Center and needs evac. She's surrounded, if you don't send anyone she's going to die!"

A female voice then came onto the line. "Fuck? The Queen is there? Who told you about Priority Zero?"

"Zaeed Massani," the young engineer responded.

"Damn it. Alright little boy, we'll be right there. ETA fourteen minutes. Can you guys last that long?"

"I..I dunno they're already in the courtyard. I don't know how long we can keep them out."

"Amazon Flight get back into position! Do not break formation!" the original voice said again, clearly angered.

"Fuck you! Amazon Flight form up on me. Lara's Own! To the Queen!" the female voice responded.

"This is Valkyrie Flight responding to Priority Zero. ETA fourteen minutes," a male this time voiced.

"Amazon 6th Armored Battalion responding to Priority Zero. ETA ten minutes," another female voice stated, this one cold and dispassionate.

"This is Shanxi Sixth Regiment. Responding to Priority Zero. ETA twenty minutes."

Greg sat back, hope blossoming in his chest. They had to last just ten minutes, if they could last that long then at least somebody would be here. He had to tell the other defenders! He turned to the short-ranged radio only to hear static. Damn it. How was he to tell the other's that help was coming if there was no way to communicate? The others that had been helping him had gone to the rough in order to help the people fighting in the courtyard.

He almost didn't see the very last message, unlike the others this was a text response. The words were very simple, and it didn't provided an ETA, but the origin and the statement itself made that blossoming hope a raging inferno, because if anyone was going to be able to help these people were.

The origin of the message was the Iron Valley. The message was only three words long: We Are Coming.

-TED-

Codex:

Aircar: An vehicle with anti-gravity plates attached along the bottom and sides of the craft that allow easy movement. It is the most common form of transportation on the better developed worlds inhabited by humans.

Amazons: Originally a group of twelve or so female bodyguards led by Thandi Palane. Today, they are an all female unit within Liara's Own made up entirely of the best female soldiers in the entire military. To meet the Amazons in battle is to court with death.

Disruptor: An ultrasonic weapon less destructive than a Pulser, but capable of dealing massive trauma. Disruptors deal massive internal damage, capable of inflicting horrendous damage to an enemy's nerve system, and is more than capable of bypassing armor.

Flachette Gun: The modern equivalent of the shotgun. The Flachette gun's fire can be adjusted by the muzzle choke, allowing tighter or more dispersed fire. Flachette guns are primarily used during boarding actions due to the less likelihood of damaging the vessel by using them. For rapid fire action, Flachette guns can come in a tribarrel configuration.

Force Blade: Similar to the Vibroblade, the Forceblade is a melee weapon. Unlike the Vibroblade, the Forceblade is an energy weapon that emits a loud whine when in use.

Gravitic Launcher: Using the same principles used in missile pods. The Gravitic Launcher is a tripod mounted mass driver that allows soldiers to field surface to air missiles, capable of launching said missiles at near the speed of light thereby preventing an enemy vehicle from being able to dodge it.

Honor Harrington Memorial Reproduction Center: Founded by Faith Harrington, the Honor Harrington Memorial Reproduction Center is one of Shanxi's premier facilities for the birthing of human children. By utilizing iron wombs, this facilities oversees the birthing and development of human fetuses.

M46A3 Pulse Rifle: The shoulder arm variant of the pulser that is utilized by the Kingdom of Torch. Pulse Rifles are capable of firing 4.7 mm darts. Usually used by military personnel, the Kingdom of Torch's gun laws do allow civilians to purchase them.

Medusan Sniper Team: Due to their skill in camouflage and stealth, Medusans are among the galaxy's greatest scouts. Their somewhat primitive rifles have tremendous range and thus makes the Medusans Snipers one of the more dangerous military forces in the galaxy. Thankfully, Medusa's somewhat limited space program prevents them from being a dominant force in the galaxy.

Needle Gun: A mass driver that fires needles instead of darts, the Needle Gun is a more precise and less destructive weapon usually utilized by outlaws and hired gunmen.

Personal Armor: Built by using Ballistic Cloths, Personal Armor can withstand light weapons fire. Personal Armor is also regularly utilized by the companions of treecats, whose claws are capable of piercing any other type of garment save for ballistic cloth.

Plasma Carbine: Usually utilized as a heavy support weapon, Plasma Carbines are capable of wiping out entire squads of enemy troops in a single volley, or if concentrated can be utilized as an anti-tank weapon.

Pulser: Small Mass drivers that utilize gravity rather than electro-magnetism to drive projectiles, the Darts, as the projectiles are called, are often fitted with explosive heads making these small handheld weapons quite deadly in combat.

Scrag: A derogatory term for descendants of a line of Swedish supersoldiers that attempted to take over the world during Earth's Final War. Scrags usually operate in packs, usually following a member known as a Kahja. Scrags usually tend to follow the most physically powerful member of the pack and tend to work as mercenaries. That all changed during the founding of Torch when a group of female Scrags became the core of the Queen's bodyguard detail, causing Torch to become a safe haven for one of the most looked down upon members of humanity.

Skimmer: A light aircraft that could carry ten people, Skimmers came equipped with Pulse cannons in the front of the craft and a pulse cannon turret situated at the top. Along the sides are weapon slots that allow the personnel within to fire outwards.

Society for Creative Anachronism: An organization formed in the core worlds of humanity that focuses on recreating ancient battles using authentic weapons of the time period, as such members of this society tend to have weapons that are several millennia out of date.

Sting Ship: An atmospheric combat vehicle that replaced the fighter jets of the past. Sting ships utilize heavy pulse cannons and are highly maneuverable, though they do not have the capability of entering space.

Vibroblade: The primary melee weapon of most marine personnel, the vibroblade has a cutting edge that is only a molecule wide, and vibrates at such intensities that it can inflict terrible wounds when active. The most common version of the vibroblade is the vibrobayonet usually affixed on pulse rifles.

Viper 291 Surface To Air Missile: A relatively small missile capable of utilizing an impeller wedge. The missile itself does not have a warhead, but instead acts much like a countermissle, ramming into the enemy vehicle in order to destroy it.

-TED-

I swear, this chapter is mostly Codex entries!

So I noticed that I had to update this again twice, because 1, there were some typos and 2. ate some of my punctuation