Well... I think it's about time we move on with Zorya, don't you? We know what the mission is, and we all want Vido to die in horrible Hellfire. Actually, Magnus himself gave me an idea for torturing and executing Vido when we were together last week. Gotta say Magnus, you are brilliant. Sick, wrong and mentally disturbing in the head, but still bloody brilliant.

Warning: Chapter might contain ridiculusly adorable Jennifer Nielsdottir, as well as testicle-torture

Finally, I want you to see if you can guess a future mix-up from this chapter. What I mean is you should see if you can't spot a place that says "Oh fuck! So thís is what the S.O.B has planned?" Make me proud guys :D

Deep Blues

November 27th

Zorya, Blue Suns' Head Quarters

00:13

Touching down, the BSV Ashanti looked identical to most other freighters of its kind. The powerful thrusters placed in the back allowed for slow, but strong lift, and the hull filled most of the ship's interior. At least, that was what it would have been like had the Ashanti been a normal freighter.

Instead, the freighter had been re-made and refit to accommodate a small army of mercenaries and operatives, the cargo-bay having been reduced to just enough for a few men to stand side by side.

"Alright guys, stick to the plan and to each other. The moment firing starts, our cover is blown and you take down whatever hasn't been marked with our IFF. But don't shoot unarmed civilians, lest we're no better than them." Tara said as she stood in the front of the sixty armed troopers and operatives, ready to dish out hell at any given moment. The ramp slowly lowered, allowing them access to the ground where several unsuspecting Blue Suns mercs were busy going about their day as usual.

The Reformists, dressed entirely as their former comrades, exited the multiple crafts around the landing areas, walking out in tight military formations, as per Suns doctrine. It was one thing Vido hadn't changed at least. All over the Reformist's comms, the commander's voice called in.

"All soldiers, set to stun-rounds. We execute any Batarians and further resistance later. Launch attack when the area has been surrounded." This made Magnus, currently walking out next to Sidonis, curl his lips in a small frown. It would have been easier to just kill them all, but there was the real possibility of swaying the non-Batarians to their side when this was over. After all, just because they hadn't been let in on the movement, it didn't instantly mean anything else had to die. Batarians, yes, but not the rest.

As they reached the bottom of the ramp, the group split up into several smaller teams, each consisting of no less than five people. They started spreading throughout the area, groups already in the process of encircling the place. Magnus, as it so happened, found himself walking with the only two people he knew by name on the ship aside from Tara. Sidonis, armed with an assault rifle, and Aresh, a large shotgun strapped to his back. They moved in silence as they crossed the large concrete grounds, filled with either Mantis-gunships, fighters or freighters similar to the Ashanti in appearance. As they reached the backside of a gunship, they leaned against the vehicle in a relaxed manner, keeping weapons ready and an eye on the two guards and the tech currently busying themselves with the maintenance of the Mantis.

Sidonis opened his private comms to the rest of the team, as well as the commander.

"In position, awaiting signal." Her said, tapping a command on his Omni-tool that caused three of the sixty green and red dots on the HUD's to change to green, signaling that they were ready to strike.

Slowly, the other dots changed as well, soon all transmitting the 'ready' signal. One final command came in;

"Go"

As one, the trio moved to the three Suns operators, Sidonis hefting a handgun while Aresh was starting to glow purple. Biotics had the advantage that they could simply encase their victims in an exotic state known as 'stasis', where their mass would be so great, that even moving a muscle, opening one's mouth, would be the same as dragging a blue-whale with their little-finger.

The opposing Suns were two Turians acting as guards, while a Batarian tech was busying himself with the gunship. Sidonis and Aresh would handle the guards, leaving Magnus with the tech. Being a Batarian, there was no need to spare him. Sidonis and Aresh walked up first, the biotic flickering his wrist which caused a purple glow to encase the foremost guard, leaving the other with half a second before Sidonis punched him in the throat, then electrocuted him to the point of unconsciousness with the stun-rounds, pressed directly against his exposed undersuit between the helmet and body-armor. Stun rounds could be shot on armor as well, but it would take a few to do the desired effect, leaving the opponent precious moments to retaliate or call for help.

The Batarian, looking behind him to see what the commotion was all about, received a gauntled fist in his jaw, making him reel back in pain and shock as the human Suns grabbed his forehead and slammed it into the gunship's hull. One of his eyes damaged by the impact, the tech tried crying for the man to stop, but was instead hurled to the ground face-first. He rolled around to be able to see his attacker and to ward him off with his arms, but before he could even scream, a heavy boot crushed down on his throat, choking him as a disturbing and harsh laughter came from the human's helmet.

"Well, well, well... been too long since I got a four-eye... I think we can start paying off your people's debt by squashing you. One for each... no, ten for each dead on Elysium, as well as Mindoir." He grinned, the two dimly glowing blue lights radiating evil in the darkness. And Magnus enjoyed it. The dark nights on Zorya allowed for more effect when attacking people with glowing eyes. The guards he guessed were there to protect all unarmed personnel from wild animals and the like that might utilize the night to sneak in.

The Batarian's pleads went unheard as Magnus pressed down harder and harder until he was rewarded with a spurt of blood as the windpipe was crushed and the jugular collapsed, the blood vessels bursting at the pressure. Magnus grinned as he held the boot down for the few moments the tech remained trashing, then lifted it as the body went still. Behind him, Sidonis came up and stood next to him, silent for a moment.

"That was unnecessarily violent. A snapped neck would have been more merciful." He said, a hint of a growl in his two-flanged voice. Behind him, Aresh had just shocked the last guard. Magnus didn't look at the Turian, simply shrugging;

"I'll never be able to visit the same evil on them as they have on those I love." He muttered, then stomped the head of the tech in, causing the skull to cave in and the eyes to pop out in slimy, red and brown strings. Brain-matter started oozing out of the skull, made more fluid by the accompanying dark blood.

"I mean it Olafur. Stop that." Sidonis growled. Magnus nodded, then scarped his boot off on the concrete. He then looked at the HUD, noting that most of the other groups had flashed their signal for 'clear', just as Sidonis just had as well.

"Sure." He said, then walking over to where the two guards lay. Kneeling down, he pulled the weapon from one of them, retrieving a Vindicator assault rifle. The precision and lethality of the more modern and expensive weapon suited him better than the Avenger, but he kept the older rifle, just in case he would find himself in need of spending lots of heat on weak targets.

"All teams, report any remaining opposition." Tara's voice came in. It made Magnus feel a bit weird when he heard her voice, or just saw her around. It made him smile, something he hadn't done much since he had appeared on Illium. He wasn't sure if he liked the implications, but he liked having her around, to help cheer him up through her sheer presence. When she talked to him, he found it hard to be mad or grumpy, and he had not been able to blame her for having hidden her identity, her real identity from him. He knew he could have yelled at her back then, could have blamed her and left her... but he hadn't, and still didn't want to.

He listened as the teams all reported in, all of them with the preferred 'all clear'. Sidonis touched his ear-piece too, reporting opposition down. Casualties were zero, and Magnus liked it that way. Things were less complicated when nobody on his side died.

Then came step two, which consisted of the infiltration and taking of Vido Santiago's headquarters. Feeling an itch on his head, he rubbed the helmet, trying to get to the source of annoyance. It was going to be a long night.

...

November 27th

Arcturus Station, Arcturus stream

Arcturus commerce and trade. Markets and Malls

12:37

Oh Gods I hate shopping! I thought it would be nice to do when both Ash and Jenny were here, but Divines, my legs are killing me! I've spent the past hour standing around, acting the role of guard while the two, and I quote "ladies try their new outfits". I would probably have lost it after the first forty-five minutes if it wasn't because Ash was buying a swim-suit. Well, Jenny got one too, the same model I think, but I don't know. Sure, Ash spent her own money, but I paid for Jenny's suit. Kinda like... I don't, a date with Ash, where I paid for Jenny's clothes instead of a dinner. Reminds me we haven't actually had a real date with candles and all yet. If anything is better when we deliver Jenny, anything at all, it's the two of us having more time to ourselves. Still, it's one of few, very few things, that will be better. Thinking of it, I think we also got the little banshee some new clothes, seeing as it might be a bit weird if we deliver Jenny back in a military uniform.

I'm still a bit concerned as to why we have a uniform in her size, but I'm not going to ask around if it means weirding people out. Who knows, maybe it's normal for these times to have uniforms for kids... armor too? I hope not, would scare the piss out of me to see her in actual combat, with people trying to kill her. I mean, I know she has the potential to be the strongest human biotic in existence, but she is nothing but a little girl these days. If anyone, anyone at all even tries hurting her, they'll see what I'm really capable off when pissed off. The guards at Teltin? That would be a hug compared to what I would do to any pervert who tried something with her.

"Alright, you ready?" Ash says. Her voice snaps me from my stupor of contemplation, mostly over disturbed thoughts concerning Jenny. Looking to my right, I notice Ash coming out from the restrooms, Jenny at her side. Ash in her casual uniform, while Jenny is wearing a green shirt as well as a skirt going to her knees. Both are beautiful in their own rights, with Ash as the radiating beauty and Jenny as the cute little hug-able girl. Both smile to me as I hoist up in the bags. I suspect they might be smiling because I'm the one carrying the bags, looking like a mule more than a person in my own uniform. I bet I would look funny if I had armor on while doing this.

"Yeah" I say, meeting her in a quick kiss, not failing to make Jenny cringe at the display. I grin at her expression of sickness as Ash draws back from me; "Gods, it's been... years, since I did this." I finish as we walk down the halls and hallways in the public sector.

"Not me, Eden Prime, as well as Jump Zero and the Titan Sprawl had excellent facilities. Besides, been doing it since grandpa was around. I'm not that bad, if I may say so." She smirks, a few strands of her long hair falling over her eyes as her hair is worn loose, cascading over her shoulders in a dark waterfall of hair. I have to admit: she looks a lot less tense like this.

"What's the Titan Sprawl?" I ask, not sure if I ever heard of that in the game.

"Civilian station on Titan, one of Saturn's moons. Big place, a lot bigger than Jump Zero, and the first real space-station and colony in the outer Sol-system we gained. I think... about thirty to fifty thousand people live there these days." She says, looking into the ceiling as we walk, with Jenny between us, occasionally trying to swing between us. It's a good thing she doesn't weigh more than she does, or this would be hard to keep up. Still, it's our last day with her, and Talos curse me if I waste it by just sitting around. I can check on Nicolai when Jenny is home, he won't mind I'm sure.

"Sounds like a cool place... odd that I never heard of it." I mutter as we cross into the Cultural Activities section of the civilian area. It's funny how big this station really is, with room for both military and civilian living and working, as well as a small city complete with cinemas, malls, swimming-halls... but no golf course. Too bad, I used to have some good swings, when I actually hit the ball... which was pretty rare.

"Hmmnnooo... probably because not a lot of tourism go there now. The new government, the station's government, they have become sort of... I dunno, obsessed with appeasing the followers of some weird new religion, kinda like Scientology. Just with military backing." Ash mutters, sounding like she's reliving a bad memory.

"Okay, so not a cool place then... what did they do, mass-suicide? Cow-fu... you know, bad stuff?" I ask as a tug from Jen stops me from saying 'fucking'. Ash shakes her head.

"No... but they wouldn't shut up about the ascending of Man... God, we had these shared ops and training-runs sometimes, you know, with the Alliance Military and the Stationary forces. And I swear, I was on this vacuum-mission with one of them... we called them stone-worshippers by the way... but yeah, we were out on the asteroids, in suits and everything, and this bat-shi... this guy kept yapping about how we were imperfect, and how we would be ascended and bla bla bla... he even kept saying stuff like 'oh, I wonder if I can show you the Marker someday', or 'But you must get the right faith, otherwise you won't be able to join convergence'... I mean it, he creeped me the hell out. All he kept talking about was is damn Marker, I almost left him in space." Ash snorts, clearly not glad she met that guy. Still...

"Ash... what's a Marker, or the Marker?" I ask, certain that thát part was not in the game. Hell, I read the Codex, and if it had been there, it should have been somehow important or... I dunno, but it wasn't in the codex or on the Wiki.

"It's a big stone" Jen says, catching me off guard. Seriously, it's child-level knowledge?

"Well, that's the short version honey." Ash says, giving Jenny a smile as we enter through a broad set of doors leading to 'recreative activities'.

"But it is. Looks like a biiig black wiener" Jennifer says, smiling as she does. I can feel, for some reason, as my face heats up. I know she could have grown up to be the most cursing person in the galaxy, but who the hell taught her that word?

"Right..." Ash says, giving the girl a look of amusement; "That's the short version anyway. Long version, and I'm just going off what we learned in history here, the Marker is a giant stone obelisk of unknown origin. Apparently it was found in the Chixculub crater in Mexico, as in 'right in the middle'... well, apparently that got some people to think that maybe E.T or some race before the Protheans had been pissed at T-Rex, and decided to nuke him from orbit with a big stone. Some, and these we call the 'Stone-worshippers', 'Stone-droolers' or just 'loony-toons'. They call themselves Uniotologists though, but that's as far as my knowledge goes." Ash says, her eyes then changing as she spots the sign to our destination.

"So... they worship an old stone-nuke?"

"Pretty much" Ash shrugs, smiling in a way signaling that she would take an apology from Saren more serious than the Urologists... or whatever they're named. Well, there are nut-jobs everywhere... I muse as I face the sign made in illuminated plastic.

ARCTURUS SWIMBATHS

"Well, guess this is our stop. Ladies, this means you have to carry your own stuff now too." I grin, handing Ash the bag containing hers and Jenny's swimsuits. The two 'ladies' then disappear into the women's department while I hand the cashier behind the small glass-panel a credit-shit. I'm still kinda dependent on people not to fuck me over when I'm paying, which is also why I'm handing her a credit chit with far more than this place costs. Still, the lady just smiles at me, nods and runs the chit through. She then hands it back to me, and I hoist up in my own bag containing swim-trunks, a pair of cheap goggles and a towel. I have no idea if there are towels in there already, so I just bought one to be safe . Heck, it's not as if they will arrest me for bringing my own towel...

"If the universe worked as in a movie, you would now be pressed against the wall for having brought your own towel to this place."

"Yeah, but this isn't a movie..."

"I thought it was: 'This ain't no game'!... damn, wrong quote?" Roku muses.

"Yeah..." I think as I step into the locker room.

Well, it's nicer than I thought it would be, that's for sure. Everything is clean, the showers all work, there's even a water-proof VI to regulate the water to a comfortable temperature if the subject is a small child. Why didn't we have this shit in Denmark?

"Maybe it was because that was almost two-hundred years ago?"

"Oh yeah..."

The toilets all work, and are clean. That's a plus, usually someone always missed the bowl and pissed on the floor or the edge, making it a living, not to mention nasty hell to visit. Here, it's all clean and nice. The water is great too, that in the showers of course, and the soap... I spot a kid smearing his mouth with it, then starting to blow bubbles until it gets inside and he has to wash it out. Can't believe I did that once... I smile as I pull on the trunks.

The main hall, or the main area, not sure what to call it, is pretty vast. There's a section with calm, cold water where lanes are put in to give people some exercising. There's a basin where waves are being generated and warm water topples people when they crash. There's a regular, and large, basin where people are just mulling around, playing or swimming regularly, and there's a children's' section. Which is also where I find Ash and Jenny.

Ash, clad in her dark navy-blue swimsuit, is sitting on the edge of the basin, legs in the water as she watches Jenny play around with a small kid her own age, the little girl's mother keeping a watchful eye on both of them, as well as smiling to Ash when Jenny does something hilarious or somewhat naughty, to let her know everything's fine. I sit down next to her, giving her a small peck on the shoulder as she keeps her eyes on Jenny.

"Who's the other girl?"

"Kid named Sam Traynor. Her mother works in comms and the likes with the Alliance Colonial Forces." Ash says, then turns her voice into a whisper; "She was on Elysium when the shit went down. Says they would have all died if not for the Quarians." I sink. Considering how many people must live on Elysium, the Quarians saved one fuck-ton of lives.

Watching the woman's daughter, Sam Traynor, play with Jenny, I can't help a little smile. This would never have happened if the Quarians hadn't saved the day, and little Sam would be dead or an orphan. As opposed to her mother, Sam has a dark tan, spelling either Indian or Pakistani. I'm not sure, never was much good at guessing people. She has, like Ash, black hair flowing as she and Jen splash around in the water, laughing and squealing. The feeling of Ash leaning her shoulder onto mine brings me out of my thoughts, and back to the present setting. Ash is dripping wet, seemingly fresh from either the showers or the basin.

Daring a look away from Jenny, I'm almost startled over just how good Ash looks in a swimsuit. The way the flexible material hugs her forms, the comfortably low cut at the front displaying just a bit of cleavage as well as the way it seems to actually highlight some of her better features, just dazzles me. I find I have to lean forward for a few minutes to avoid being thrown out of the baths.

"You feeling alright Thomas?" She asks, having noticed my bending over.

"Yeah, yeah fine... just... had a... small problem. It's fine now..." I explain, still leaning forward. If I'm asked by someone else if I'm fine, I don't know what to tell them. Sure, I am going to say I'm fine, but what happens if they suspect me of having diarrhea or something?

"You look good in bathing-wear. Brings out your abs." Ash says, a small note of cheekiness in her voice. I think I can already sense where this is going. Feeling the erection die down, I sit straight up again, flashing her a smile.

"You too. A shame yours are hidden." I muse, then catch the blush going over her face; "Your abs, I mean." I quickly stutter. Just because there are things I want to do to her, it doesn't entail me to being perverted in public. Besides, she really does have some macho abs, bigger than mine by far. Ash just gives me a jab on the shoulder.

"Sure you did." She replies, a smirk on her face as she fights down the blush. It's really cute actually, seeing her blush. She rarely does that anymore, and it just makes her seem like a softer, maybe more insecure person than she is. I actually don't think I've seen her do that since before the Burial-ceremony to Sev. Could be that it stopped after we had been together, but hey, why not just let it remain a mystery?

"You know..." I say to overpower the noise of kids screaming and people laughing and talking; "I think this is a completely okay way of taking some time off." I say as I watch Jenny slide down a slide, spraying water to all sides. Ash doesn't say anything immediately, instead just kissing me.

"Agree, too bad we ship out for Earth tomorrow. I was just starting to like the little bundle of energy..." Ash says, her voice betraying the fact that she isn't ecstatic about it either. I give her a quick, one-armed hug as I smile at Jenny's behavior, as well as the fact that she seems to have all but forgotten about Teltin.

"Come on, it's not like we'll never see her again." I say, then push off into the water as I sneak up on Jenny in crocodile fashion. Ash, apparently seeing my intent, grabs my foot and pulls me back to shore... well, the wall really. Turning, I give her a sad, overplayed and mock-version, but still sad face, complete with attempted puppy-eyes and everything. She just waves a finger in front of me.

"Aw come on" I mutter, planting my behind on the basin's floor, my upper chest still being above the waterline.

"No, bad Thom, bad. Leave the girls to play." She says, almost as if berating a dog or a small child. Damn, could have been funny though...

"To what exactly? The other mother doesn't know you are with Ash or Jennifer, she could think you a pervert and start punching and screaming."

"Right... bad idea then..."

A few hours later, we leave the baths, all three with dishwashers' fingers. My bones are aching and tired, a result of having spent half an hour swimming with Ash while Amber Traynor, the mother of the little girl Samantha Traynor, watched over Jenny. The little energy-bomb didn't want to leave the small basin until she saw the amount of toys in the 'grown ups' water'. Then I had to stop chasing Ash around and make sure Jenny didn't drown. Of course she can swim, but not as well as I would have liked. Still, I thanked Traynor for making it possible for me and Ash to get fifteen minutes to ourselves, just playing around, a few kisses underwater... nothing much, but it felt so relieving that I am ready to take on pretty much anything now. Gods, is this what it's like being a parent? Constant stress and chasing, having to take care of someone twenty-four seven?

"Well, Amber did help you get those fifteen minutes, so technically you had it easy."

"I'm hungry" Jenny's voice brings me out of my conversation with Roku, making me realize that I'm pretty hungry too. Looking at Ash, I'm guessing she's had the same thought. Well, that, and the fact that an adult's stomach is growling, and it isn't mine.

"Yeah, me too. Let's find a cantina that actually serves food." I say, being rewarded with a tired groan from Ash. Hey, just because she can eat that crap at the barracks.

"I want a hamburger."

"Me too, God I'm starving." Ash says, nodding, and she seemingly thinks I don't see this but, she winks to Jenny as well. Great, so it's two on one then? Well, as long as we don't have to go somewhere with fast-food. Still, this being a space-station, I would be real surprised if they have actual food, not 3D-printet or frozen junk.

I take that back.

Especially because I'm realizing that it is entirely possible to have good food on a space station. Hell, the Citadel has it going, so why not here too?

Currently we're sitting in a café, if you want to call it that, with a great view over the void, watching as the occasional asteroid bumps into the Station's barriers, causing a small ripple of purple to appear where the space-rock impacted. Jenny is munching down her third big burger, with sauce and lettuce all over both her face and the plate. The beef and the burger in general, as opposed to the ones I remember, is of actual good quality, and the bread seems to be what you would find in a bakery, not in a fast-food store.

"Geez girl, let me 'ave a ance do catch up." Ash grumbles, biting down her own burger, a bit larger than what Jenny is eating, but she is only at her first one, whereas our little biotic is on her way to obesity at this rate. Me? I'm just enjoying the fact that this place even serves whiskey-marinated beef, a good one, with just the right amount of pepper and fries accompanying it. That, and the fact that this place even has Dark Ale. I mean seriously, what the hell are the odds that such a place even exists outside of my dreams?

Would be perfect if they had Crêpes for desert, but I'm almost afraid of checking. Because if they do... the universe would surely collapse in epicness.

"Slow poke" Jen just mutters, he usual charming and utterly adorable behavior replaced with the cold, calculating mind of someone set on beating someone else at something. In this case it's beating Ash in an apparent eating-contest. One Ash is completely in on...

Looking at the two, I get the rare, as well as odd, feeling of being the only mature person around. Where they are munching down their food, I'm just enjoying my own meal, as well as the second portion of fries currently being delivered. The only problem I can see, is that I'm going to cry, or rather, my wallet is, when the bill arrives.

"How come I'm the youngest of the two of us Ash... and you behave like Jenny's twin?" I muse with a piece of delicious beef on my fork, waving it around while gesticulating. Ash, currently buried in the contest, looks at me for a moment before she shrugs and keeps eating, an almost visible ray of lightning between her and Jennifer. Well... there had to be something she wasn't perfect in... glad I don't have any relatives she needs to impress...

...

Arcturus station, Arcturus stream

Office of Anna Fisher

17:21

"Well, what do you think of this version then?" Anna asked, her voice thick with annoyance at the seemingly impossible task before her. Sure, it would be easy to get Jane Shepard accepted into the N-school, after all Anna was an admiral, she could probably make herself an N7 if she could be bothered to go through the program, as well as the fact she could hardly aim a gun these days. If her life depended on it, sure, she could best a marine in marksmanship, but in a regular fight, her aim was completely off. Getting old had its disadvantages as well.

"Not sure... hell, I hardly believe half the shit you've told me these days. A magical brother seems almost trivial compared to your own story honey." Zaeed mused, chewing on an unlit cigar as he leaned back in his chair. He had returned to Arcturus with a token members of his personal aides and followers, the practical comms-specialist being among them. Despite his return, there hadn't been any wild and rough meet-up sex the moment he had entered the office. Rather, he had been assaulted by what he had first thought was a VI, then it turned out to be an AI made to be a copy of Captain John Price of the 141. Tougher bastard Zaeed had never heard off, maybe except for himself.

"Yeah well, suck it up Massani. You've known me long enough that you'd have to suspect something at some point. Besides, I came here at the age of four. You can't really say I am far away from home when I've spent most of my life here." Anna retorted as she filed the beta version of her report for Price to read, the AI could find what she had missed or point out any mistakes. Zaeed growled, but thought better of trying to argue with her. Instead he bit down harder on his cigar before he talked.

"Sure, that's not what bothers me though." Anna seemed to perk up at that.

"Oh?"

"What bothers me is that this shit is even possible. I mean, any goddamn pirate who finds out how to utilize this is bound to declare himself dictator of the universe or something." Zaeed grumbled.

"Yeah well, that's not really bound to happen. Far as I know, Thomas's the closest to be able to do that, and between the two of us, he more confused than a pig in a mall. He's got zero chance of ever opening some gate of doom, so chill Zaeed." Anna mused, slipping one of her shoes back on. She still had to find her pants, but she had a suspicion they had relocated themselves to beneath the bed... or maybe under the couch. They had been pretty much all over the office... At least her panties had been easy enough to find.

Ever since Kasumi had gone through her drawers, the Admiral had made sure to install a tracking device in them, for the risk of the thief taking them for her collection. She had decided not to tell Zaeed just how Kasumi did what she did, only that she could procure odds and ends from far-away places. Zaeed had been suspicious though, and had ended up cracking the secret.

"Right, right... fuck, getting old brings worries, you know?"

"No need to tell me. At least you haven't mellowed with age."

"Heh... you would probably be pissed if I did, then dumb me for Gerrel." Zaeed chuckled. It was a harsh sound, like Santa with his mouth full of rusty nails. Yet, it was one Anna liked, as it took her lover apart from the crowd.

"That old war-hound? Nah, never had a thing for Quarians. Besides, it would kill me, literally, to suck him off too." Anna mused again, a devilish smile on her face as she made Zaeed have a minor fit, probably at the mere image: "Besides, I have bigger things to worry about." She said, the smile becoming a thin, serious line on her face.

"Gotcha... the Reapers is it? Fuck, never thought it would come to that... how's the Alliance preparing? The Council?" There was worry on the scarred old mercenary, his two artificial eyes gleaming with interest and concern. Both were a steel-gray, as to match his old color, and the artificial one he had worn for twenty years had been replaced with one that had matching color.

"Yeah... it's kind of a nightmare. The Alliance... we had initial Intel that suggested Saren's flagship was two kilometers long... turns out it's four. So we have this whole line of super-dreadnoughts in production, with one already completed on Earth. We have one in construction here on the station, but we're only about three fifth there yet. We still need to get the hull and most of the weapons mounted. The main gun is all set, but the power-supply still needs some tweaking. As for the Council? Fuck if I know, they haven't told me a thing aside from the brass on the Citadel preparing a ton of ground-forces... beats me why though, when they need to build ships, and lots of them." Anna muttered, her forehead resting in her palm as she rubbed her eyes with the other hand.

"Funny, you'd think an organization as old as the Council would have seen this coming, you know? Prepared for it and all. Still, if there are many more of those goddamn squids out there..." Zaeed started but trailed off.

"...We might not have enough guns in the end. I know, I lost more than fifty-thousand men against just two of those fuckers... if the Reapers come in force, we're just not ready. Conventional weapons don't cut it... I've been thinking of replacing the Archer-pods with Hydrogen-missiles, but the brass says it's too dangerous..."

"Hydrogen missiles? As in hydrogen bombs?" Zaeed asked, his eyes wide and awed. There was a reason those two had hit it off. Both were lovers of mass destruction, as well as fans of applying "pressure" when interrogating.

"Yup. I figure that if the yield of a ramming frigate could weaken the shields enough... a hydrogen bomb of say... twenty kilotons, timed fifty, that's fifty missiles, should be able to do some damage."

"But it'd be a bitch to get your hands on all that destruction." Zaeed pointed out. Anna just shook her head.

"Let me worry about that part. I have a few favors I can call in... plus Aria still owes me a favor." She said with a contemplating grin on her face. Zaeed just repressed a rare shudder at the thought of what exactly Anna had helped the Queen of Omega with. Had to be big since she could be owed a favor. Still, that was one thing he would prefer to never know.

...

Zorya, Blue Suns Headquarters

Blue Suns Reformist forces

06:21

The sun was starting to creep above the horizon on the forested planet. It was a cold morning, one that many would have preferred to simply stay inside until the star had heated up the atmosphere on this side of the planet, and the fog would have lifted enough that the sub-tropical forests would be warmed up until the point where the countless birds and animals roaming the forests would wake up and start filling the woods with screeching and singing.

"Covering fire Dammit!"

Of course, there were those who had decided to start working even before the sun had arisen above the horizon, these very people having been at it since the early hours in the night. Hyper-sonic rounds and slugs filled the air as two opposing sides wearing the same uniforms and pieces of armor tried their hardest to wipe the other out. Projectiles from everything from pistols to fully automatic heavy machineguns, pumped out in never-ending streams of fire and death.

"Blue Suns!" came a rallying cry from somewhere along the lines of combat. Due to the nature of the two sides though, it was neigh impossible to make out which side it was meant to rally.

"I'm pinned do-" A voice screamed but was cut off as a grenade ended his life in a cloud of shrapnel, red mist and chunks of meat and metal spreading outwards. What was left could be placed in a small sports bag.

Magnus was rolling and sliding between covers, desperate not to be on the receiving end of the heavy machineguns currently peppering the entire area beyond the landing pads. He had already received multiple cracks and scuffs in his armor, courtesy of his shields having been blown to hell by a missile that had struck the ground near him. Only because the fragments had travelled at hypersonic speeds had his shields taken the blow. Otherwise it would have been his ass, as well as most of his body that had been skewered.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He cursed, scrambling to fit behind a large metallic box that had been ready to be loaded into a, now at least, abandoned freighter. It wasn't what he would have called 'perfect cover', but it got the job done. He pulled the handle on his Vindicator, the rifle giving off a small ping as well as a red symbol appearing in holographic textures in front of the handle for the rifle. Pressing the stock against his armored shoulder, he leaned out of cover and looked down the iron sights, trying to zero in on a target. Almost immediately he was forced back in cover as rounds started hammering his cover, the metallic surface being the victim of the relentless torrent of tungsten.

Breathing in, Magnus held the rifle close to his chest. He forced his body into overdrive as he drew on his training. Even if he didn't get past N6, that kind of training wasn't something the body just forgot. Taking a quick peek out behind his cover as the firing changed target, he managed to pick up on five different targets with heavy weapons, as well as dozens of regular Suns wielding small-arms and rifles. As he kept looking, eventually he was spotted and shot at. He withdrew again, but now he knew where to shoot. As he bade his time, the Operative cast a quick glance at how the rest of the force was doing.

He had lost sight of both Aresh and Sidonis, and he hadn't seen Tara since the whole shit-storm came down upon them. They had been spotted, as it was expected, when the hundreds of fully armed Suns had stormed the main compound of the HQ, rifles and guns in general pointed at the defenders. Still, it had been hoped they would have simply surrendered, but apparently, they had some strange loyalty to Vido that Magnus just couldn't understand. Their own forces were constantly popping in and out of cover as they attempted to pick off the crews for the machinegun emplacements, but no one really got more than a few shots in before the bigger guns were targeting them and either forced them back into cover or ripped them apart. What happened when a simple shield was subjected to the punishment of a heavy, mounted Revenant-machinegun, was that the hyper-accelerated slugs tore through the shields in a relatively short time. Almost as if to press a pint, one of the operatives popped up from cover in an attempt to take a shot at the guns. The problem just was that he had been spotted even before he could raise his gun. The punishment dealt was enough to kill his shields in a few seconds, and as the man tried sliding back in cover, the last bullets smashed through the remainder of his shields and smashed his helmet, the ceramic and metallic protection was cracked and shattered upon impact. The force of the impacts threw him a little up into the air with a pained scream as the last volley of slugs turned his head into an empty skull with red and pink mist spraying from the holes in both the head and the throat. Needless to say, he was dead before he hit the ground. A female Turian next to the killed operative lost it then and there, jumping over the cover and sprinted towards the guns waiting to eat her with hot death. She didn't see, top care though, and Magnus, for all his training and experience, watched in simple, stupefied awe as she dodged and weaved whenever the guns targeted her, allthewhile she kept up a constant spray with her simple Avenger rifle. Deciding, in part pride, part worry, not to be outdone by a woman, and a Turian even, Magnus rolled from his cover and snapped up as he stopped, his rifle instantly zeroed in on the head of a Human gunner who was busy trying to kill the persistent Turian who just didn't feel like being hit.

He pressed down on the trigger, letting a three-slug volley exit the gun and head straight for the man's head. They activated the shields protecting him, but as Magnus let loose two additional sprees, the second one shattered the shields while the third one hit home, the rounds smashing the man's head while the phosphorous rounds also lit him on fire, turning him into a macabre Jack-O lantern for the few moments it took him to simply drop down, his hands slipping from the handles of the machinegun as he did. While this was only the death of one trooper, a resounding crack only an instant later signaled the sniper teams having reached their positions, and a second and a third trooper fell, all three the gunners of three out of four heavy machinegun-emplacements.

In the moments it took the people near the guns to take over from their dead colleagues, the Reformists used that time to move up, sending grenades and slugs against the barricades protecting the entrance to the main facility. Magnus ran as fast as he could, having lost sight of the female Turian. She was probably dead by now, but that didn't stop him from pressing forward, going from cover to cover as he laid down a steady and regular stream of slugs to prevent the machineguns from targeting him. As he vaulted over a low wall, he found he was only ten meters from the machineguns. As this was within minimum distance for effective firing, he switched the Vindicator from three-round bursts to fully automatic, with the simple intent of killing what- and whomever would happen to have pointed those guns at them. It so happened that the machineguns were entrenched upon a raised platform, enabling them to rain down fire on those in cover in a good radius around them. This worked the other way too though, as it meant a small blind spot right below them existed.

With shoulder-jarring impact, he tumbled against the platform, feeling as his shoulder took most of the impact. While it didn't dislocate, he could still feel it as if he had no armor protecting him. He contributed that to the fact that he had been sprinting for his life to reach the platform's blind spot, desperate to get into the relative cover unwittingly provided by the defenders. When he was leaning against the platform, Magnus could see the gunners trying to point the gun downwards at him. Be it his luck, his gods watching over him or his calculating efforts, he was in a position where the guns were not able to reach him.

One of the crew picked up his own rifle and pointed it down at him, determined to get rid of the intruder. As he did, the muzzle of the rifle was less than a meter from Magnus, allowing him to grab the end of it, and jab it upwards to have the stock of the gun smash the defender, a Batarian, in the face. The gun was dropped on the ground with a clatter that was drowned in the constant gunfire coming from the other positions, and the Batarian held his hands to protect his face, crying out in agony. Picking up the dropped rifle, Magnus saw that it was no cheap model. It was white-brown in color and had a robust frame, as well as a long muzzle that pointed to accuracy and stopping-power far above that of the usual rifles. Leaning his back against the platform while the cries of pain subsided above him, Magnus placed the weapon, a Mattock, on his back as he knew it was incapable of automatic firing and therefore not useful in close quarters. His Vindicator out, he pulled the single grenade issued to all personnel as standard equipment. While the Suns had resources, they didn't have enough to issue Alliance-grade amounts of equipment to each operative. Privates and Troopers only got the most basic, while it was useful and often what was needed. Corporals usually got a little extra, often in the form of slightly better shields and extra grenades. Legionnaires and Captains, like Tara, would be given some of the best equipment affordable to the dozens of Legionnaires and hundreds of Captains. This often involved custom-made armor, high-grade equipment and professional training. Many Suns did come from former military careers, not content with seeing how their militaries neglected colonies in the Terminus. Higher-ups were usually seen in armor not found in the Blue Suns armories, suggesting they bought or "acquired" it from outside sources.

He pressed the small disk, the hurled it over the barricade that protected the machineguns. Brief cries and shouts of panic told him he had hit home, and a moment later the disk exploded, sending chunks of flesh and steel in all directions, including raining down over him. Magnus was about to move on when he was hit on the head with something that bumped off and landed on the ground with a wet thud. Glancing to what had hit him, he found himself staring at a dismembered hand, still in the gauntlet with a finger missing from the bloodied and bruised body-part. Shaking his head, he kicked the hand away before he moved up, noting that much the same scenes had occurred at many other emplacements, with the crews being either routed or gunned down.

Seeing as a few of the crews surrendered, they were placed on their knees with their hands on their necks. Most of them were Turians, but a few were humans and Batarians as well. The men who guarded them currently didn't seem like they were sure what to do with them. Magnus made his way over there, determined to execute the four-eyes if the others didn't have the balls to do it.

"So, what do we, you know, do with them?" A Turian Sun asked as he gestured to the prisoners with his gun. The other, a human, looked at the prisoners with clear disgust.

"What do ya think?" He said, and casually pointed the shotgun in his hands to the closest prisoner, a Turian, and pulled the trigger. The metallic face and skull of the Turian didn't stop the shotgun from painting his partner with the insides of his cranium, grey and pink matter that followed a shower of red bathed the face of the panicked human kneeling next to the now very dead Turian.

"Damn... Marcus, that wasn't necessary!" The Turian exclaimed. Magnus picked up his pace, a feeling of worry in his gut. The human seemed to think it was, as he simply shrugged and pointed the gun at the next prisoner. The human had started trying to get up, probably to flee. He didn't get far though, as the shotgun boomed again, and blew most of his cranium off, causing the remaining head to resemble a shattered egg. Instead of the cinematic tossing of the body as one could expect. Instead the man simply stopped running and tipped over, hitting the ground with the remainder of his face first.

"Holy shit!" The next in line, a human woman screamed as she saw the limp body of her former comrade hit the ground. The executor then moved to the woman, his comrade looking on with clear disgust in his eyes. Magnus was picking up his pace again, starting to jog.

Instead of shooting the woman though, the man knelt down in front of her, shotgun over his lab in a casual grip as he did so. He grabbed the woman's chin with the other, forcing her to look him in the eye, despite her clearly not wanting to come anywhere near him.

"You know, I can think of some way to make sure you won't get executed too. You're far too pretty for that, don't you think too Tilius?" He asked, not looking at his Turian partner as he did. The Turian didn't respond, instead starting to back away from his friend. The woman, a red-head, seemingly not accepting having been left out of the decision, spat the man in the face. That just earned her the butt of the shotgun in the face. This was when Magnus started running.

"You've got a mouth on you, but I'll give you something else to fill it. Grab her Tilius." He said, clearly not noticing that his friend had started walking away from the scene, apparently wanting nothing further to do with what was happening. Next to the woman, the Batarians looked on with different reactions. One, clad in the armor of the Legionaries, winced at hit, while the other, a Batarian wearing only work-clothes, seemed entertained at the display of violence. Marcus, as his name was, turned to look at the two male prisoners with a glare of contempt. Standing from where he was kneeling, he brought the shotgun to bear and blew the head of the Legionnaire, smattering the final Batarian's head in goo and blood, the dark ichors covering his face as he fell back. Unlike his now dead comrade though, he tried crawling blindly away as the shotgun was brought towards him next. Magnus, not really caring about what happened to the Four-eyes, was now only twenty meters away.

"Fucking slavers, here, I grant thee the freedom of death, isn't that what you like?" He said, then pulled the trigger. the Batarian's head was replaced with fine dark mist and fragments of his skull as it was blown clean away. Instead of screaming again, the woman rolled onto her back and used the momentum to whip her legs up from beneath her and send a foot against the man's crotch. Despite being armored, the Sun bent over in pain as he was sent staggering backwards. However, he recovered before the woman could do much else, and smacked her across the face with the shotgun, using the entire weapon as a club.

"Bitch!" He screamed, then leveled the shotgun at her legs. It didn't take much thinking to figure out what he wanted to do, especially when he had blown them off. Magnus knew, after all, how most depraved minds worked, as he had been amongst them on several occasions.

As the Reformist pulled the trigger, Magnus reached him and sent a hook directly into his face, the impact managing to hit the Icelandic Sun instead. At first, the impact, as well as the sound of his shields dying, had him wonder if he had been wounded. However, a quick look to his chest saw a series of rips and tears, as well as bullet holes where the grains had been stopped sufficiently to not kill him. Still, it hurt like hell, and it had made his white marking completely unrecognizable. The other Sun, now with a sneer on his face, as well as a large scar over his nose, glared at Magnus.

"You fucking asshole! The fuck you think you're doing, huh? I'm a goddamn Legionnaire, I can have you shot for that!" He shouted, though the shouting ended with a sadistic smirk on his face. That was the part that had Magnus stop dead in his tracks, that he could be shot, executed even, for assaulting a superior soldier. Didn't matter if it was justified. If the Blue Suns were anything like the Alliance he remembered, the one with the highest rank or the most witnesses would always win. In this case the other guy had rank, and the only witness he had, was an unconscious woman, who was also a prisoner. That... and the fact that he had the shotgun leveled at Magnus's chest. With the shields still recharging, he doubted he could take two, or even one more blast. He couldn't even call for help as most of the forces had moved on past them, only a token few still around, and he knew none of them.

"Yeah? Put the gun down, and try speaking without your cock-enlarger, you rapist pig." He growled back, determined to at least give the guy a taste of his mind before he lost it. As the Legionnaire glowered, Magnus could sense his blood run cold as he realized one simple fact.

He would be shot down if he didn't act first.

Trying to cease the initiative, the Sun jumped diagonally to the left, across a low wall of sandbags meant to protect the crew of the guns. The Revenant was still lodged in place, but with a quick yank, Magnus tore it free even as the shotgun barked out its first shot, his shields shattering upon impact, as well as several slugs imbedding themselves in his lower thigh. Grimacing and hoarsely roaring with agony, the injured Sun swung the Revenant around like a club and brought it to bear at the arm of the Legionnaire, the shotgun barking out a second shot even as it was knocked from the hands of the man.

Recoiling in pain, the Legionnaire drew his sidearm with the uninjured arm, pulling out a sizeable handgun that looked just as capable of taking his head off as the shotgun had been. As Magnus swung the gun around for another batting, the officer fired the gun, destroying the Revenant in his hands as it simply exploded in a rain of scrap and sparks. Seeing no other way to fight the man now, Magnus jumped forward shoulder-first into the Legionnaire even as the gun went off again, imbedding a slug in his shoulder with a pain equivalent to that of having a white-hot bar of steel prodded inside one's flesh. The impact of the slugs sent him reeling back, but he fought down the pain and swirled around instead, then dodged and went low, aiming to avoid being shot again as he kicked the man in the face with a low-to-high kick that sent his jaw upwards, then from the ground, a kick to the torso that exploited the brief imbalance in order to knock the opponent on his ass. Leaning on the arm which's shoulder hadn't just been shot, he pushed himself up from the ground again. With the speed of the N6, he smashed his knee into the man's face as he tried getting back on his feet, forcing the man backwards on his knees again. Without hesitating, Magnus sent a series of fast punches to his face, breaking not only the jaw, but also rebreaking the nose with a fist coming from the left to the right, smattering thick blood over the man's face. The first three punches went in, but the fourth was caught in the tight grip of another Sun who had decided to intervene.

Before he could react, Magnus had his own fist punched against his faceplate. The wet crack he both heard and felt told him that his nose had been broken despite the helmet, in at least one place, and his fist was then released in favor of instead being on the receiving end of a kick to the knee, forcing him to the ground in pain. As he tried looking up, wanting to see the face of his assailant, he was suddenly kicked in the back , between the shoulders. The first man, the one named 'Marcus' by the Turian, had recovered and gone behind him. Reeling from the pain, Magnus let himself fall forward, his momentum allowing him to swing his legs upward. He was rewarded when his left boot made contact with the face of his first opponent. A muffled cry of pain rang out as the man lost teeth to the kick. Magnus then, not having a specific desire to be attacked by the second operative again, rolled to the side in time to avoid a stomp to the back of his head, and used his speed to roll back to his feet.

Not wasting any time, Magnus coiled up and set off, sending his intact shoulder against the helmet of the arrival. While his pauldron was dented by the impact, he was rewarded with the sound and sight of the other helmet cracking across the eye-lights. While the other man recoiled and moaned in pain, Magnus exploited the moment to look around and gain awareness of his surroundings.

The only people left in the area aside from them had stopped what they had been doing and were staring at the fight, unsure of what to do since all combatants were displaying the IFF-signal marking them as friendly. Furthermore it was one man who was holding his own against two Legionnaires, which should not be possible since the man was evidently a newbie, and the Legionnaires were supposed to be on par with the Turian Blackwatch Corps in hand-to-hand. As the man was bending over, grasping his helmet, Magnus slammed a knee into his helmet again, while also holding his head down. The result was an audible crack that signaled another point gained to the Icelandic Sun. The faceplate of the Legionnaire was now cracked in two places, one going over the eye-lights, the other down the sides before merging with the first cracked line somewhere above the mouth-piece. Giving a quick glance to his surroundings, Magnus saw that his first opponent was starting to get up, while also grasping for his nearby shotgun.

Fuck it, he was probably going to be executed for this either way. Way to go, he thought to himself, get in a lethal fight with two superiors.

Taking advantage of his second opponent's staggering, Magnus sped to where the first was starting to get to his feet. He stomped down on the hand holding the shotgun, both hearing and feeling the bones in the hand break. He then snatched the weapon from the broken fingers and leveled it at the downed man's face. To think I'll be tried for having killed this swine...

He then pulled the trigger, removing most of the man's head when the slugs exited the muzzle at hypersonic speeds. What was left of the head was a macabre lower jaw that had had most of the teeth shattered from both the fight and the blast. Above the jaw though, only a red puddle with fragmented bones remained in the soil. The rest had , seemingly, magically disappeared as fine mist and spray-paint.

He turned around just in time to feel a pair of hands grab and tear off his helmet, then the very same hands pressed his head downwards to meet a knee coming towards him at high speeds. The resulting, jaw-jarring impact made him see starts as he fell back, blood oozing from his nose at a speed that would, in his somewhat calm and humorous retrospect, have made any anime-scene pale in comparison. Aside from that, the only effect of the injury was his nose being definitely broken as well as the fact that he had some difficulty opening his right eye. In short, nothing he hadn't tried before, painful as it might be. With his remaining good eye, Magnus could see the boot that now swung towards his face, the intent clear: To knock him out and then kill him. A pissin' shame that even the good side of the Blue Suns had their assholes.

The foot never got to his face though, as a three-talon hand grabbed it in its journey. Allowing himself to look up, through the blood seeping down from a wound somewhere above his eyes, Magnus saw a Turian in full armor currently holding the leg of the Legionnaire in a stiff, and probably extremely uncomfortable position. With a quick movement of his hand, the leg was, armor and all, torn backwards with a wet snap that made Magnus cringe slightly as most of the bones in the leg were broken in one single strike. The Legionnaire cried out in pain as his leg was rendered useless, as well as probably burning with pain as intense as the fires of whatever Hell the man might believe in.

With an almost casual gesture, the Turian grabbed hold of the Reformists' shoulders before he headbutted him, helmet and all. The following wet crack signaled the fractured skull of the Legionnaire as the Turian let go of him. With a hardly graceful movement, the man simply fell to the ground in a heap. Standing above him now, the Turian took off his helmet, revealing who Magnus had already suspected it to be.

"Damn asshole... you okay Olafur?" Sidonis asked, furrowing a pair of metallic eyebrows as he looked between the two downed operatives, the unconscious woman and finally the standing, and beaten up, operative he knew as Magnus Olafur. Magnus stood straight, doing his best not to lean on his injured leg in the process. So far his day did not exactly verify an 'okay' declaration, but, again, he had tried worse. On Tolmun, back in 79, he had been caught and tortured by Turian slavers and pirates. One of the methods had been to put his testicles in a jam, literally, to make him squeal like a pig. He had, of course, cried in pain at the time being, but not 'squealed' about the identity of their contact in the slaver-ring. That had been while he was still a corporal, thus deemed easy enough to crack. Another method had been to remove his knee-joints with a screwdriver, something that had warranted them being replaced with synthetic modules. Still, what he went through currently did hurt like hell, and he was a little worried that he could hardly see through his right eye.

"Fine, really. Besides, I had him right where wanted him." He joked, spitting out a glob of blood as he spoke, as well as a front tooth that had been knocked loose by the first knee to the face, then punched free the second time his face had paid host to an impacting limb. Sidonis grabbed him by the shoulder, seeing as it was obvious his colleague had lost some motor function, if the way he swayed was anything to go by. Putting his helmet down beside him, Sidonis sat Magnus down on a crate.

"What the hell happened here anyway?" The Turian asked, looking around as if the bodies or female human would answer him. He pulled a tube of military-grade Medi-gel from his armor and started applying it to the places where Magnus' armor wouldn't. The face was one of such places, and the broken nose received a plentiful dose, as did the cracked jaw Magnus himself hadn't noticed yet. The rest could heal itself or remain as a battle-scar. The Turian had heard humans, just as both Turians and Krogan, liked to keep those kind of things.

"You want the romantic version or the brutal truth?" Magnus spat, using his tongue to feel if any more teeth were going to come loose. Good thing you could buy new teeth, and good ones at that, at most clinics and regular convenience-stores. That, or he could get a new one grown.

Following a short pause where Sidonis looked around, he then sighed.

"Give me the truth then, I doubt there can be something romantic about this." He muttered. Magnus propped himself up on the crate, trying to lean on the air behind him. In the end he just hunched over, biting his lip as he felt his armor administrate the gel needed to heal his injuries.

"Short story, had just taken the emplacement over there-" He said, pointing at the machinegun nest where parts and chunks of the crew were still scattered; "When I saw this guy-" He said, pointing at the headless Sun; -execute the prisoners here, even though they were human, Turians and a few Batarians. He just went through them like 'pop, pop, pop'. When he reached her..." Magnus said, his voice lowering a few degrees; "I kinda didn't want him to just get away with it. He offered her a way out, if you follow... she kinda said 'no'. Before I got here, he had smacked her with his shotgun and was about to shoot her when I tackled him... we fought, and someone else, that guy-" He gestured at the currently unconscious, but still alive Legionnaire; "joined in on his side. In short, what would have been a simple ass-ki... fuck my mouth hurts... what would have been me just kicking his ass, turned into me just trying to stay alive... fuck! Sidonis, I have killed a Legionnaire, with at least a few witnesses. What the fuck do I do?" He muttered, sounding and being both anxious and pissed as hell. It was a sign of divine sick humor that the first real injuries he got was from people supposed to be on his side.

"Nothing." The Turian just said.

"Nothing, he says... nothing..." Magnus muttered, halfway not believing what he heard.

"It was a battle. Lots of things can happen in a battle. People can, mistake each other for the enemy. Especially..." He said, taking Magnus's helmet in his hands; "if their IFF's didn't read" He said, then flashed a few sparks over the helmet. the lights went dark and a sound of electricity dying could be heard from the helmet. Despite the pain, Magnus found himself suppressing a small grin.

Let there be no doubt, the coward we once knew as Lantar Sidonis is gone and dead. Alive is Lantar Sidonis, the Bruce Lee of the Turian race! Because seriously, he can do some nasty shit in a close-up and personal fight.

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