To be fair, I was listening to Mad Hatter while writing this earlier.

Damn. Over a WHOLE DAMN MONTH?! Goodness! SO SORRY for the late upload loves. Promise to update sooner than this. Honest! But if I don't, I don't. Also, the Review Currency still stands. But from now on, I'll be serious about it my darlings.~

I posted this Chapter as a filler more than anything to assure you guys, and myself, the following. The few things to note is that a) I won't abandon this lovely idea of mine b) Some of what Mass Effect verse stuff may not be one-hundred percent accurate and I'm sorry about that and finally c) I thank you SO MUCH for the support guys! I really appreciate it! Thank you so much loves~! The fact that I get visitors ranging in the double digits made me beyond proud. That being said, I am far too lazy to proofread so please feel free to call me out on any confusions and/or if you have any questions. Using Reviews of course. Ya know. (Just let me get popular dammit-) Or feel free to send me private messages.

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"I think it's a great thing. Nudity I mean. Be proud of your body. Who cares what others say or think? They're just jelly you're so fuckin' fabulous! Everyone is sexy as fuck. Especially Aemila. I'd bang Aemila. Hard. But anyway, I think it's up to them to realize they're sexy. Doncha' think? And huh… I love cookies."

-Ryu Crossheart


The Batarians, after suffering the shame and militaristic morale of losing an Admiral to a single unventured planet with nothing more than a warning, occupied the Charon Relay and applied a blockage of frigates and dreadnoughts around the perimeter. Usually the Council's law enforcement race, the Turians, would question this act, it was soothed over by ball buttering words and relentless procrastination. The Second Krogan Rebellion, led by Warlord Urnot Wrex, kept the Turian military very busy and the Batarians were all too eager to "assist" the Council with this gap in their defenses. The politics and economical backings would be potent if the slavers played their cards right. The Council, for there part, questioned the blockade, or would have anyway, but since the Batarian Hegemony is independent, the details they gave were small and the need for specifics were not a requirement. Though trust was a weapon, not a guarantee. The Turians took the "war" as the call for amping up the production of fighters, bombers, ships, and anything that could be boosted.

However, the Batarians were at a stagnant standstill. Slave rebellions were on the rise and with the Council winning the small war with the Krogan due to attrition and power, the Hegemony wouldn't be needed to fill the gap the Turians were patching up. But the rebellions were stubborn. That meant even more money was needed to blockade the Charon Relay to keep the Turians, Salarians, and Asari all happy and dandy. All in all, the economy was strained. Heavily so.

So, a choice had to be made. The Rebellions were losing momentum, yes, but needed to be quelled before things got beyond irreparable. The smart thing to do was to of course pull back the blockading ships from the Charon Relay to curb the growing Rebellions but not to many so that whatever force that completely destroyed Admiral Fre'don's fleet will not come through the Relay. The only survivors of a damaged frigate returned with very dead Batarians on-board and only dead Batarians. The ships records heralded no information as if they've been wiped. It was unsettling, and the Hegemony feared that they may have actually discovered something far worse than the Rachni. No. The Rebellions would be quelled with additional troops. But the Relay Blockade stays.

With the Batarians being a bit preoccupied with unusually high slave rebellions, and tid bits of the Krogan Army raiding their infrastructure and supply routes to fuel their own war versus the Council races, they were hard pressed to send any ships anyway. Until the Rebelling slaves and Council races neuter the Krogan once again, the ships stay. The Batarian Hegemony, though shaken, shall perish the storm and remind the greater galaxy why they were the superior race.

It wouldn't be until the lastness of realization arrived upon the greater galaxy than the culprit of such sudden violence and uprisings would be traced to the Highfallen species.

It wasn't until later that their own ignorance came to foil their grandeur of glory for all to laugh at.


Meanwhile...

On the planet of Eden, the Temple of Qatar on was under threat by a mostly unforeseen threat. So far off from the mainstay of the war, the Temple was lightly defended and heralded little strategic value above being a symbol of power, a sort of trophy to show off the power of The Hegemony to those who would defy them, as well as serve as a resource outpost. At least, that's how things were planned out anyway. In only the span of mere months, Eden became the second most heavily defended planet in Hegemony space.

Freed Shawbrew, on his patrol with fellow officer Pardan, saw the calm night skies of Eden bleed something that wasn't meant to infest her orbit. Metal and flame sung as tattered hulls and dusted metal from Batarian ships fell from the sky. Them came the pods of red mist and power. Which would mean the lack of reinforcements. It would also explain the utter lack of contact from command too. Without a fleet, no matter how pitiful it's size, to vector the signal of command from Karshan in fear of it being intercepted by the Rebels, they were essentially cut off from the rest of Hegemony space. Routine checkups would be weekly, but if Freed was correct about who was attacking Eden, they wouldn't last a single rotation. Alarms blared an eye siren and anti-air emplacements unloaded their barrage of accelerated ordinance at pods that looked like rocks that fell into a color galore of rainbow and sparkles. It was unnatural in far too many ways for the Hegemony soldier to admit to himself.

What made Eden such a prime target for an invasion fleet was it's location. It was damn near immaculate as a beachhead for a galaxy, spanning war. In the grain scheme of things, while a galaxy was small, adding many smaller variables together suddenly became a rather large perspective. But alas, small things first.

"Freed!" His partner hollered. "We need to move! Let's get back to the base and let the Sarge know. Let's move!" And move they did. While Freed himself was an average build, Pardan was a brute of a Batarian. He honestly wondered if he was just a Krogan in Batarian skin at times. The two had their differences regarding slavery, sure, both agreed the Hegemony was a well-rounded government. And that meant getting back to base.

Radio chatter sparked like wildfire. Freed had his sent to all Batarian frequencies encase of orders. His preparation served him well.

"Freed! Pardan! Come in, over!" The sound was garbled at best. Jammers were possibly in use.

"Sarge!" Freed hollered. The roaring of anti-air cannons firing into an enemy he couldn't see beyond Eden's atmosphere made shouting a necessity. "We're to clicks from base Sarge! We there in five!"

The next words Sarge spoke shook him to his core. "Belay that private! Base is gone! One of those... things pods took it out. Rondevu at Hang's Point! We need to defend the Eastern AA Mainframe! I'll talk to you there. Sarge out!"

The lack of eerie silence was smothering everything but the thoughts of Freed's head.

Hang's Point was the literal last line of defense. A Fortress really. As first, with dozens of redder than red pods dropping whatever-the-fuck into Eden districts, the sounds of gunfire and screams was prominent. And only the when the insistent chatter of her brothers and sisters across the radio cease did the Hegemony soldier realize something was wrong. As the two sprinted down an alley way for faster arrival time, Pardan finally spoke.

"Damn it all." The big man cursed. His voice was deep and mighty. "The Hegemony were fools."

Freed grimaced. Patriotically callings suggested heresy. But his mind agreed. The Hegemony were fools. For now, all he could do was pray. Pray it wasn't too late.

"Let's go."


Just beyond the borders of Earth's atmosphere, Hegemony's Guard

Kay and her fellow Spawned had an objective. Her and the others of her ilk boarded the crumbling Batarian ship in force for the sole purpose of capturing the Batarian Dreadnought Hegemony's Guard databanks. But to do that, they worked on clearing the path for their Lady Ryu. Kayla didn't ask what would happen when she finished her job. Nor did she care. Killing was her purpose. She was content with that.

It was a blitz. Pods weaved through the void of space, dodging inconsequential debris before harshly kissing the starboard of the dying vessel with penetrating claws. The Spawned swiftly flooded the ship as more pods boarded the vacuum-kissing burning dreadnought. The Batarians fought the inevitable as Hegemony's Guard was quite overrun.

The lack of substance was amusing to the feminine appearing Spawn with cat ears. Butch as they were, there feminine behavioral programming, and feminine appearances, meant they had no quarrel with talking about other things while fighting the fragile Batarians. They marched through a hail of mass accelerator rounds from Batarians. They marched forward as they fired blazes of super-compressed hot-pink-laser shit at the Batarians from their all encompassing hand-cannons. Ryu assured her that she and her fellows would be impervious to the small arms fire of the Batarians and so far, Ryu's words bore truth. Pink lasers and mass accelerated bullets danced down the bloodied corridors. Less by less, the bullets were soon losing. Drowning in a sea of pink. An attritional victory was hers and her girls alone. It was ensured. Only twenty slave lovers remained. Fifteen. Now twelve. Then ten. Nine. There were eight. They broke, bravery pissing on them as they fled haphazardly.

Seven escaped. Thirteen were dead now, holes of blistering heat smoking off their charred corpses. The last Batarian gurgled hot blood souped from scorched organs and would have suffered for their resistance to death had Kay not "double tapped" his body. Just to be sure. No survivors was the secondary priority after all.

The ruined corridors meant the Batarians had nowhere to go, however. The bridge was their final hope and soon to be final resting fear of demise and death surged with each step, the mass of her and herself marching. The Batarians were smart in their retreat, stalling Kay and the girls advance enough to wield the doors of the bridge shut.

The Batarians have sealed off the bridge. It was obvious for those who saw, but the ones yet to board the ship now knew too. Kay stepped forward, her palm planted on the damaged metal. Kay scowled, stepped four steps back, and fired a single bolt of pink at the door. It was not damaged heavily, but the shot served. Kay shot again. Again, and again. The rest joined in. A hail of pink assaulted the door. It's frame stood for some seconds, but anything melts in heated up enough. Especially metal.

After fifteen seconds, the door started to collapse into itself, two walls of solid metal joining melted, but the catgirl barrage continued. The surviving Batarians hid behind anything they could, the suppression of pinkness qwelling any thoughts of return fire.

Eventually, the Fallen resumed their march into the bridge, unhindered. Spreading out, Kay found only one surviving Batarian. His decorated attire and deepened forehead cartilage displayed him a leader. The Captain of what used to be Hegemony's Guard no doubt.

Two of the girls lazily, but effectively, subdued him by his arms with one on either side. The laser through his arm and upper left shoulder also cauterizing the wound. He grunted as he was ironically a prisoner in his own bridge. Kayla smiled. Ryu would enjoy him nicely.

Well that;s all folks. Hopefully you all won't be too upset with me and my chronic procrastination. My goal is to write one of the most orginal, most potent ME stories to date and I intend to do so. Just give me time loves~.

Until next time, Ciao~!