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-Citadel Council chambers-

The three Councilor's of the Citadel were currently looking over some very disturbing reports. An unknown fleet had been spotted near one of the Mass Relay's and had made contact with the Quarian Migrant Fleet. From what they could gather these new unknown's to the galaxy were making friends with the Quarian's and that spelled trouble for the rest of them.

"They posses more dreadnaught's than all races combined and that one ship makes even the Citadel look small by comparison! I say this threat must either be brought to heel or eliminated immediately before they attack." Spoke Councilor Sparatus of the Turian species.

"But we don't know if they truly mean any harm Sparatus. They don't seem to be a threat if they haven't attacked the Quarians yet so we may be able to negotiate with them." Retorted Councilor Valern of the Salarian species.

While her two fellow councilor's argued Councilor Tevos of the Asarii was having her own thoughts on this new fleet that had arrived in the galaxy. From what the reports had said they and the Quarian fleet had kept stationary for over six months and the only sign of movement being a small shuttle like ship moving between the two fleets. She didn't want to but she had to agree with Sparatus as these new arrivals could prove very dangerous but she still wanted to try diplomacy before attempting to attack an unknown.

"Enough you two. Sparatus why don't you send a Turian fleet and try and negotiate with these new beings? If that fails then we will go with your plan and eliminate them but not before we have at least attempted to negotiate with them. Agreed?" She said.

The other two thought over Tevos' suggestion and accepted it. As Sparatus went to go contact the nearest Turian fleet he was also making sure to contact the Council's best operative just to make sure things went the Council's way.

-The Unison Fleet-

Things with the newly established Unison fleet had been going surprisingly well for the new allies. People had been exchanged between the two fleets both to alleviate the overfilled flotilla ships and also to send some engineers over to upgrade the Quarian fleets technology. Alren couldn't of asked for a better outcome to the negotiations and everyone was happier for it. His men had no problem getting along with the Quarian people and some had made quite a few friends.

The only problems came from when their new allies learned about how the droids on board worked. It took some convincing but eventually the Quarian's fears were put at ease. Right now Alren could be found sitting in his Captains chair twirling his blaster pistol on one finger bored out of his mind.

"Sir we got ships incoming." Said one of the bridge's occupants.

"How many?" Asked Alren as he stopped spinning his pistol and went to look at the screen the man was watching.

"Well over 400 hundred sir with three being this systems version of a dreadnaught class. From the information we got from the Quarian's I would have to say they appear to be Turian.

Alren's eyes narrowed at this. He had been wondering when the other inhabitants of this galaxy would take notice of his peoples entrance into the galaxy. He had expected maybe a small fleet of ships to try and negotiate with him but this was more like a war fleet and that didn't sit well with the young leader. Donning his helmet Alren gave a quick check of his gear before turning and announcing to the bridge.

"All ships prepare for combat! Potential hostile's inbound!"

Like clockwork there was a rushing of feet as men prepped their weapons and comms sent the order to the other ships of the fleet. Outside Alren could see his ships moving into position when he was contacted by the Quarian fleet.

"What's going on Alren? Why are your ships getting ready for combat?" Asked one of the Admiral's he recognized as Tali's father Rael'Zorah

"Long range scanners have picked up a significantly large fleet of Turian ships inbound. Scan's say they number at about 400 with 3 being dreadnaught classes. We won't attack but I want to be prepared just in case."

"Should we move into position as well?"

"No. Due to the upgrade's being doen to your ships currently your attack vessel's won't be able to provide much support until they are finished. Don't worry about us though as we can more than handle a few talking birds." Said Alren with a joking tone at the end. After that the transmission ended and by that time all ships were in place.

A few tense minutes passed before the fleet finally arrived and Alren had to say he was disappointed at what he saw. Most of the ships were pathetically small while the so called 'dreadnaught's' were still smaller than a Republic cruiser. Still he could see the weapon's on each and every ship letting him know they were ready to get violent should it come to that.

"Sir we're being contacted by the new fleet!"

"Put them through. Let's see what these birdbrains want."

A few seconds later a hologram appeared to show a Turian in dark grey armor. He stood at ease but Alren could tell he wasn't taking this seriously and that was a small jab to Alren's warrior pride that he wasn't being taken seriously.

"This is Saren Arterius, Council SPECTRE and commander of this fleet. To whom am I speaking.

"Alren Krios the leader of the Mandalorian people and commander of the newly established Unison Fleet. Now what do you want Saren?" Said Alren getting straight to the point. He got a little bit of satisfaction at seeing the surprised look on the Turian's face at the mention of the newly established fleet before the alien's eyes narrowed into a small leer.

"Do you know that providing aid to the Quarian fleet is illegal by order of the Council?"

"I was told... but I don't care. We are not a part of the 'mighty' Council so we don't have to follow your ridiculous laws. And you can quote me on that Turian. Now why are you here?" Said Alren uncaringly and almost laughed at the furious look on Saren's face.

"Well Commander the Council wants to negotiate with you and sent me here to escort you to the Citadel." Saren ground out through his clenched mandible.

"Hmm. So they sent a fleet of 400 hundred ships for that? I don't think so. From where I'm sitting they sent this fleet to try and strong arm me into going to them instead of coming to me themselves. What you fail to relies SPECTRE is that what we lack in quantity we more than make up for in quality. So you can head back to your council and tell them that I will not go to them and if they wish to speak to me then they must come here. If that is all you may leave and deliver the message."

Unbridled fury raged in Saren's eyes after hearing what Alren had to say. Then Saren's face became a blank mask as he stared at Alren. The two held gazes for a moment before Saren spoke in a cold tone.

"If that is your decision then so be it. But you will soon regret it."

Then the communication ended and all was silent for a few moments before one of the bridge hands announced something.

"Sir their prepping weapons to fire! Order's!?"

"As soon as they fire I want immediate return fire! Send out the fighters as well! Let's show them why we are the most feared warriors in our galaxy and this one as well!" Ordered Alren getting a roar of approval from his troops.

Despite the situation Alren felt a little giddy at the battle to come. It had been a while since his people had actually gotten to fight and their warrior blood craved for a chance to prove themselves. Now here was an opportunity they could not pass up and the Turian's would soon come to regret attacking the Mandalorian race.

The darkness of space was suddenly lit by the fire coming from the Turian ships. Alren watched with bated breath as the shots impacted against his fleet and waited to see the outcome of the attack. Once it cleared he could see his fleet looked no worse for wear. Looking at a nearby consul he could see his ships shields barely reading any damage at all from the Turian's attack.

Just like he had ordered his fleet instantly returned fire on the Turian's as fighters were launched with a combination of vulture droids and some modified tie fighters. The Turians launched their own fighters but just like before the shielding of the Mandalorian's was far superior and able to withstand anything the Turian's threw at it. Turian ships were falling left and right and Alren knew it wouldn't be long before they would either have to retreat or face annihilation, it was only a matter of time.

-With Saren-

The Turian SPECTRE was not happy, no, he was FURIOUS! He was confident the sheer numbers of the fleet he was given by the Council would have been enough to cow any resistance these new arrivals would have put up but he was wrong upon meeting their leader. The man was infuriating and showed him and the Council little to no respect. With his pride wounded Saren decided to just destroy the fleet and be done with it. The Council wouldn't care as they would believe anything he said.

But that plan was shot to hell when he saw just what these 'Mandalorian's' were capable of. His ships weapons did very little to no damage while the opposing fleets weapons easily broke through his ships shields. It was obvious that these Mandalorian's didn't use Mass Effect technology but instead were using something much more advanced. His fleet was being destroyed right before his very eyes and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Sir we've lost a third of our fleet while nearly another third is mostly crippled. We've just lost both of the other dreadnaught's! What do we do?" Declared a Turian operative almost hysterically.

Saren ground his mandible thinking of a way he could salvage this before looking at the Quarian fleet. During this whole conflict the space faring race had not made a single move to aid their supposed allies leaving him to believe that maybe the reason they weren't aiding them is because they can't.

"Send some of our ships to attack the Quarian fleet!"

"What? But sir those are civilian vessel's! We can't jus-"

The Turian who spoke out was silenced before he could finish by a shot from Saren's pistol. Looking at the other occupants of the bridge he dared anyone to speak out again but when none did he repeated his order which was followed accordingly as he saw 30 ships moving to engage the Quarian fleet.

-Back with Alren-

"Sir a few of the enemies ships have broken off. They are heading straight for the Quarian fleet!" Announced one of the bridge officers. The news made Alren jump to his feet in both surprise and anger.

"WHAT!? Send three Republic cruisers and a Seperatist dreadnaught to protect them immediately! Now I want twenty warriors to meet me in hanger 17 in five minutes along with a platoon of Commando droids." Ordered Alren as he walked to the express elevator.

"But sir where are you going?"

"To mount that damned Turian's head on a pike. It is one thing to attack a Mandalorian, but it is another thing to attack our allies. We've shown the power of our ships but now it's time to show the power of our people. As a final order until I return... wipe out every last Turian ship besides the last remaining dreadnaught. That's where Saren is and where we're heading."

"Good luck Commander." Was the last thing Alren heard before the doors to the elevator closed.

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