A/N: Just wanted to put a slight disclaimer in here before people head in and read the chapter. This chapter does deal with some heavy hitting stuff, mostly the SS committing war crimes. If you are uncomfortable with that, I suggest you skip the chapter.

Massive thanks to Winter1231505 and ShadowFuse for helping out with this chapter!

"The very first essential for success is a perpetually constant and regular employment of violence."

- Adolf Hitler.

20/5 2035.

Reichskanzlei, Germania, Großgermanisches Reich.

"They're called Turians. They are an old species, apparently very martial like. Their culture is that of obedience to the greater good, as they call it. From the information we gathered from enemy POWs and their 'omni-tools' as they call them, we have learned quite a few things. They come from a planet called Palaven, and they are described as being the largest military power on the council." The head of the intelligence agency, Marcus Schaus, informed him.

"Council?" Ulfric asked curiously as he read through the documents, nicely titled 'STRENG GEHEIM'

"Yes mein Führer. The Turians aren't the only aliens in the universe. There are at least two other alien species represented on the so-called council. They are called Asari and Salarian respectively. Outside of that, we have at least 7 other species. Their names are on page 13." Marcus explained as he stood upright, saying it all from memory.

"Alright. Are they allied with the Turians?" Ulfric asked as he scratched his chin. A larger beard was developed over the last few weeks, given he hadn't found the time to shave yet.

"As far as we can tell, only the council is formerly allied with the Turians, but they are not in this war as of yet." Marcus answered "More on page 20 on that." He quickly added.

"I'll read through it. Have you updated the OKW on it as well?" Ulfric asked as he leaned back in his chair.

"Yes mein Führer. They are informed as well. Anything else?" Marcus asked back.

"No, that will be it for now. I'll contact Generalfeldmarshall Kürger and hear what he has to say." Ulfric replied as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Understood Mein Führer. May Germany be in safe hands. Heil Germania" Marcus said and gave a salute and promptly left the room afterwards. Ulfric quickly skimmed through the contents of the documents, the results of what they had been able to extract from the Turians. Now they had to plan their next move, Gottfried just had to draw up a list of potential planets that they can invade, and occupy.

They seemed like a fascinating species, those Turians. Too bad they had made an enemy of the Reich and therefore had to be destroyed. Or maybe peace could be achieved somehow, but slowing down the German war machine once the wheels were in motion was next to impossible. Gottfried, though usually level headed, was heading the war, and once Gottfried was pissed off he was hard to stop. They hadn't really seen each other much over the last few weeks, and it made Ulfric wonder if he should pick up the phone and call him. Ask him if there still was a chance for peace, somehow. Gottfried was still one of his oldest friends, they had been through most things together.

Suddenly, the door swung open. One of Ulfric's personal SS guards came in and gave a salute. "Heil Germania! The Reichsführer of the SS is here." The SS guard announced. Oh God, he had forgotten about that.

"Mein Führer." Hans greeted as he walked in and promptly hung his coat on the rack at the door.

"Herr Lorenz. I fail to see the need for this meeting. I already made my answer clear over the phone." Ulfric replied as he placed the file in his drawer and closed it. He then turned his attention to the Reichsführer

"I think you need to reconsider, mein Führer. Your choice was rather… narrow minded." Hans really knew how to push Ulfric's buttons. It was unbelievable the amount of underhanded blows this man could fit into a single sentence.

"Last I checked, the Wehrmacht has succeeded in retaking the colony, with relatively few losses all things considered. Why should I allow the SS to make the next move?" Ulfric leaned forward and asked. He kept eye contact with the Reichsführer the entire time.

"Because no matter how you look at it, the SS are still a part of the Reich, and we too must fight for the Reich. Alongside the fact that while the Wehrmacht has taken the colony, they need time to organize and prepare before the next offensive can be launched. The Waffen SS stands ready now, panzers and all… And we would be most displeased if we weren't allowed to fight for the Reich." Hans answered while maintaining the eye contact. It was weird to see the SS so eager to fight for the Reich. Now came another issue for Ulfric, another problem to find a solution for.

If the SS are allowed to go and fight, they would, without a doubt, slaughter as many Turians as humanly possible. If they are denied to go and fight, they would become more anti-Reich and maybe even plan another coup in wartime. Ulfric was at a crossroads, this was not an ideal situation to be in. The SS were notorious for their conduct of battle, no enemy received mercy from them, and that huge loss of life would without a doubt come back to bite the Reich in the ass, but Ulfric couldn't afford to think that far into the future right now. The war was here and now.

"Fine… The SS can handle the invasion of the next colony… Once we figure which one it will be. I'll talk to the OKW about it…" Ulfric felt defeated as those words left his mouth. But in turn, what did he really stand to lose? Right now, the war seemed unlikely to die down, and if they were fighting these aliens to the death, then the SS might as well join in.

"I'm glad you came around to reason, mein Führer. We will not disappoint…. I will get my troops lined up and ready for battle, whenever you give the word, we'll be ready to attack, and secure victory for the Reich. If you need anything else from me, don't hesitate to call me. Heil Germania." And just like that the Reichsführer was gone from sight again.

Ulfric sighed as he realized what had just happened. Gottfried was not going to like this, but what harm did it do that some SS men died in battle instead of the Wehrmacht? Probably more than he could realize right now, but he needed to keep the SS away from the core of the Reich, and sending them to die on an alien planet might just be the trick.

Ulfric picked up the phone. Better Gottfried heard it from him than someone else. He waited patiently for the field marshal to pick it up.

"Generalfeldmarshall Kürger speaking."

"It's me…. You're not going like what I'm about to say."

"If this is about that skyscraper I told you the spookies didn't have any other-…"

"The SS are going to handle the invasion of the Turian colony. It was the only way to ensure they wouldn't cause unrest."

"..." silence, very unbecoming of his field marshall. In fact, Gottfried was very rarely silent.

"Like I said Gottfried, we need to stabilize the situation. The SS are breathing down my neck. They want to fight, I say we let them fight and die on an alien planet if that is what they want." Ulfric talked into the silent phone. Preparing himself for the rage that would no doubt come.

"You're playing a bad hand Ulfric…" a click, Kürger immediately hung up.

22/5 2035

Turian Dreadnought Erasscus, flagship of the 8th fleet.

Admiral Amlio Golienus sighed as he watched and listened to the Generals and Admirals shouting at each other. He felt the disagreements were reaching boiling points, and this was doing nothing but hinder them. Usually, the Turians and the Hierarchy were unified in what they thought and wanted to do, but not this time. This new enemy had surprised them when they beat them at the colony. Every idiot in the Hierarchy could see which way the wind was blowing. Their enemy would come for their land now, their blood.

The hierarchy was, of course, still confident of victory. But they were feeling the pressure from the Council to end this war, blaming it on them. Which was untrue in Amilo's mind, since these humans had been breaking the Galactic law. They deserved to be punished.

There was also the matter of the intel they had received. This new species seemed utterly convinced that they were the masters of the Galaxy. Such a species could be a problem for the galactic community, especially if they were like the Batarians in their ethics. Not to mention they were very much like the Turians in their martial nature… Which only served to worry the hierarchy even more.

"Of course they will be going for Digeris! They want to target the ones with the largest population, make a point or something!" One of the Generals argued.

"Of course not! Altakiril is much more at risk! They want something they can handle!" An Admiral replied quickly.

"We still have no idea how strong they are, how many soldiers they have, how big their navy is!" The General countered. Which was true, but it was unlikely that they matched the Hierarchy's strength. Though no one really knew. Their intel in that regard was still limited. They were in constant contact with the intel agency, trying to uncover as much as possible. They still had prisoners in custody, but they were hard to crack. Speaking an as-of-yet un-translated language was not helping them in that regard either.

"The numbers don't matter, what matters is superiority on the field and in space, and our technology lends us that. I don't care how many suicide runs their men do, it won't help them much when they haven't even developed the same technology as us! I mean, spirits, they have probably only just gotten on their own feet!" the Admiral once again retorted.

"I don't think you quite understand the scale of this war yet. The absolute last thing we want and need, Admiral, is the Council breathing down our necks for what they call, 'Undisclosed aggression'."

Amlio sighed, this was exactly the kind of bureaucratic bullshit he wanted to escape when entering into the navy, though granted he had been in the navy since he was 16 years old. No politics, just good old fighting, strategy and tactics, that's what the Hierarchy was all about .

But the bickering only hindered their progress. They had to agree on where to position forces, stretching themselves out too much could prove a major headache in the long run. Amilo thought about it for a second. War time wasn't the time for politicians to run things, it would be the mighty Turian army. They could have their status quo afterwards. This was about more than galactic law, this was about the honor of the Turian armed forces.

A call came in on the comms, a major figure in the Hierarchy. Lalio Palilienus, a major player in the Hierarchy. "Gentlemen, at ease." The hologram figure ordered. Everyone quickly did as told, facing their leader and keeping quiet. "How are things progressing?" Lalio asked with his usual cold stare.

"Not too well, sir. We are in disagreement of where the enemy shall attack. Will it be a single colony? Or several? We need more intel to come up with a concrete answer, sir." Amilo quickly replied, standing at attention as he spoke with clear confidence.

"We don't have time. They will make their move soon, and we need to be ready. If the intelligence agency hasn't told you yet, then we believe that their numbers are not great enough for a multiple front assault. I want you to take the 8th fleet to the Mactare system and prepare defenses. I have already posted the other fleets in similar systems, should we be wrong. Is that clear?" Lalio asked. His tone left no room for discussion, not like there would be one anyway. Once an higher up gave you an order, you followed. No matter if it was a good or bad order. Amilo understood this, and he would accept his judgement.

"Yes sir!" He answered with a clear voice. Everyone else in the room did the same. Perhaps this would unify them… Or perhaps it would drive them further apart. Only time would tell.

They would fly to the Mactare system and be ready, should the enemy come knocking. The Hierarchy never sleeps, and it would always be vigilant. May it succeed.

27/5 2036.

The 4th and the 6th fleet on the way to the relay linking to the Mactare system.

At precisely 5:37 am Germania time, both fleets would make their way into the system. They were carrying with them 12 Waffen SS divisions in carriers, who would handle the colony. The Kriegsmarine's job was to ensure they got there, and that the Turian navy was beaten back. Most crewmen were nervous about the whole ordeal, since fighting in space seemed so much more damning than fighting on the open seas. This probably wasn't helped by the guests they were transporting, who did very little to be friendly with the crew.

The laser guns-… No, every single armentment on the ships were primed and ready. They knew they would meet resistance, but these Turians would probably still underestimate them. The joys of being on the offensive and being the unknown. This wasn't the only system that would be invaded, two others had been selected, with different army groups and fleets handling each one.

Now it was time for some payback. They poured out through the relay as a single force. About 270 vessels of different sizes come through at the same time, the major dreadnoughts and carriers took the spotlight, of course. The different captains of each vessel readied themselves. The Admirals and rear admirals were also excited to see if Gerhardt's gamble would pay off.

At 5:51 am Germania time, the fleets picked up the signatures of the enemy. A larger enemy than they had expected, but not too large for them to handle. The Admirals gave orders to proceed as planned, and the captains eagerly followed them. The 4th and the 6th fleet flew in formation until they got close enough to engage. The carriers held back, staying out of range and deploying fighters. The two lumbering super dreadnoughts brought up the rear of the fleet. The 4 km long vessels were slower than the rest of the fleet. Most distances above 100,000 km would prove too great for accurate shooting, and it gave the enemy too long to dodge. Kriegsmarine standard read below 80,000 km for all armaments.

"All personnel, stand by for depressurisation in 30 seconds. Engagement with the enemy fleet will occur in 90 seconds." Admiral Tristan Grothmann. Everyone on board already had their respective equipment on, suits vacuum sealed and readied for combat. They knew the drill.

The men on each vessel weren't cheering, nor were they crying. They were waiting to see what would happen. Who would take the first shot? Who would come out on top? As it turns out, the Kriegsmarine fired the first shot.

The Dreadnought DKM Rheinland fired its massive laser installed on top of the ship. As envisioned and told by the 5th fleet, the Turian ships seemed to favor shield above armor, the direct opposite of the Germans. The Turian's shields would brush off regular ordinance quite easily, but the laser on the other hand… The Germans saw its use quite clearly.

Drawing monstrous amounts of energy, the Rheinland's laser armament flashed across the dark void. A deadly concentrated beam instantly connected with its designated target, a light cruiser. Shielding for the Turian ship barely did anything to stop the attack as it was engulfed and annihilated.

The rest of the fleet fired their lasers at the Turians. Dozens of alien ships were obliterated. The super dreadnoughts, the DKM Martin Bormann and DKM Erwin Rommel, fired multiple lasers at the enemy, disintegrating every vessel in their path. The Admiral grinned. The initial attack had already wreaked havoc on the enemy's navy, this battle shouldn't last long. They had to be careful, their weaker shields suffered even further from the massive power drain by the laser cannon.

"Admiral, enemy salvo inbound. ETA 15 seconds"

"Evasive maneuvers." He ordered.

The entire fleet commenced evasive actions, dodging the counter attack. The 4th and 6th fleets all managed to escape relatively unscathed. Cruisers and Dreadnoughts were struck with glancing blows. The dreadnoughts shields shrugged it off. But enemy rounds punched through the shields of several cruisers, denting their hulls. The ships launched backwards from the force of the impact. Close calls but manageable. The destroyers and frigates with their greater mobility were able to dodge with relative ease.

'Pathetic.' Tristan thought. Humanity had no reason to fear the might of these aliens. The Reich had superior firepower with their laser cannons.

He would love to keep range between him and the Turians, to pick them off one at a time. But the laser cannon needed time to recharge and cool down, precious time for the aliens to better set up their defenses. Reports from the 5th fleet mentioned that Turian ships were much faster than their own. He didn't like it but they had to close the gap. Finishing off the alien scum quickly was paramount if they were to punch a hole for the SS and capture the planet.

"Return fire, all guns. Have the fighters, destroyers and frigates push forward. Harass their cruisers and dreadnoughts. I want their guns off us." He ordered. The ship shook and vibrated as powerful broadside guns fired huge slugs off towards the enemy. Alarms went off as the enemy fired their main guns again.

"Enemy salvo! 15 seconds. Taking evasive action!" One crew member called out.

The crew of the Rheinland pushed the dreadnought into action, this time the fleet wasn't as lucky. Enemy ordinance slammed into dozens of ships. Multiple cruisers' shields popped like a balloon. Enemy fire tore through their armour, exploding out the other side, still operational. Others weren't so lucky, they went up in a huge explosion. Debris scattered throughout the fleet, pinging off other vessels.

Tristan got to see also the mighty power of the Turian dreadnought. A single round struck one of their own dreadnoughts, the DKM Österreich. Their shields did little to lessen the impact as it blew through the heavy armour of the Österreich. The mighty warship had its starboard beam blown apart, exposing dozens of decks to the void of space. Tristan could see on his ships sensors personnel rushing about in the exposed part of the hull, tending to the dead and wounded on board.

The superior armour did its job, the Turian vessels couldn't hope to destroy their dreadnoughts in one shot. Their vessels would hold and deliver death to the enemy.

He couldn't believe how quickly the Turian ships were able to fire their main guns again.

"Laser cannon charged, firing!" A crew member called out.

The Rheinland, along with the rest of the fleet, fired their lasers. Devastating the alien vessels, dozens of ships ceased to exist. The weaker vessels in the Reich's fleet managed to disable some Turian vessels with their lasers. Their armour and shields did nothing to stop the attack. The fight was evening out now. Turian forces had been decimated by the laser cannons. Their far greater numerical advantage was gone.

"Sir, enemy ships are closing in, fast!"

'They want to deny us usage of our laser cannons.' Tristan thought. A smart move on the alien's part. It meant things were about to get messy. "Protect the DKM Bormann!" Tristan quickly ordered, which the Captain relayed. It was clear that the enemy had their sights on the super dreadnought.

Fighters were once again deployed to delay the offensive of the Turians, hopefully enough time that the cruisers could catch up and finish them off before they could destroy the massive dreadnought. It was a race against time, these enemy vessels moved faster than the entire Kriegsmarine.

The loss of a super dreadnought would finally be devastating for the Reich. These massive ships were the pride and joy of the Kriegsmarine, but every admiral present in this battle knew and understood: They were hugely impractical, and were dragging the rest of the fleet down. Sure, their massive guns and second-to-none armor made them a great asset, the babysitting was stretching the fleet thin.

As the battle raged on, it was clear that the DKM Martin Bormann was doomed. All Tristan could do was watch in horror as the enemy's cruisers swarmed the massiv dreadnought. Within minutes, the entire ship was filled with holes. A few more rounds from the enemy's dreadnoughts finished the job, putting the super dreadnought out of its misery.

There wasn't a soul that wasn't shocked at what happened before them. It seemed as though the Kriegsmarine itself was burning and going down with that ship. Tristan had to try hard to snap the other admirals out of it. They still had a battle to win, it wasn't too late yet.

The Reich went on a hard offensive. Their lasers were all charged up again, and the shots were precise. The Turians had made a mistake when they went for the super dreadnought, they were now in ideal range for the lasers and other amendments on the German fleet.

Within the next 30 minutes, the battle turned to a certain German victory, and the Turians found themselves retreating. They headed straight for the relay, probably hoping to regroup. The Kriegsmarine hadn't done what they hoped they could have done: made the fleet collapse. The enemy fleet was still intact, and would recover and reinforce and try again soon enough. It was clear that the Germans should do the same thing, and soon.

With the Turians retreating from the system, the SS divisions could be landed on the planet with relative ease. But it didn't stop the sting that the 4th and 6th fleet had lost around 30-35% of their force in this push… And the loss of the Super Dreadnought DKM Martin Bormann… That would not go over well with the admiralty. Großadmiral Gerhardt would be pissed when he heard that it wasn't an overwhelming German victory.

But that was all irrelevant now. They had a colony to take… Or the SS had a colony to take. God help those colonists.

27/5 2036.

The 4th SS assault battalion, 22nd Panzergrenadier Division "Florian Geyer", land on Taetrus

Obersturmbannführer Kurt Falkenberg was among the first to have his feet be placed on enemy soil, and he would be the first to set ablaze this accursed plague that dared go against the German people. His comrades soon came in alongside him. Their weapons drawn, the battalion quickly began to traverse the hostile land.

"Squads, report in." Falkenberg spoke over radio. As he scanned the horizon for any immediate threats. He could see smoke in the distance, no doubt from Squad Ludwig that was shot down during the descent.

"Squad Anton, ready."

"Squad Bertha, ready."

"Squad Cäsar, ready,"

"Squad Dora, ready."

The plan was simple, get on solid ground from multiple different points, afterwards, spread as much chaos as you could. Falkenberg's platoon would be tasked with the most important task, taking the key-forward base located some 40 kilometers from where they landed, it was a crucial site for the planet's defense, home of its anti-aircraft weaponry as well as the planetary shield that shielded this barren rock from orbital bombardment. The rest of the battalion's job was simple, spreading terror among enemy ranks. The Reichsführer had been quite clear in what he wanted: Kill. Every. One.

"Los!" Falkenberg ordered as he signaled his platoon forward. He was looking forward to the second part of the job.

"Jawohl." the men said in unison, and they went about their orders.

The first order of business was getting to their more heavy weaponry onto the planet. Due to the planetary shield, the battalion's window of attack was slim to say the least, and most of their equipment got separated at launch. The Kriegsmarine were driving the last Turian ships out of the system, but it had already fucked up their time table.

"Dora, Bertha, get the Panzerfausts, Anton, get the exo suits. Rejoin with us." he said over the radio.

As they traversed the thick marsh-like wildlands, they made it a point to avoid detection as much as possible. Their little stunt had not gone unnoticed by the planet's garrison, and hunter squadrons were most likely already deployed at their drop zones. Given some more time they will eventually find the drop pods and double back. While the battalion was trained for all-terrain combat it did not mean they were exempt from leaving behind tracks. Falkenberg knew those bugs were smart, yet intelligence would be their own undoing should everything go as planned.

A half hour later the first report came in through radio. "Feldwebel Uhtrich, squad Bertha, we have regained the Panzerfausts and Grenadier equipment and rallied with squad Dora Obersturmbannführer."

"Good work Bertha, you know what's next." Falkenberg reminded them.

"Jawohl."

Another trek across the wild, avoiding what little wildlife there was and stopping for a moment to observe a passing Turian patrol left them somewhat behind on schedule.

"Feldwebel Manner, squad Anton here, the exo suits are ours. Where to now sir?"

"Wherever the nearest field encampment is." Falkenberg recited, quite literally what his orders read.

"Military or Civilian?" Anton squad asked.

"Does it make a difference?" Falkenstein asked. He made a note of the comment, they would follow up on that later. Good SS men knew both would be just as good a target.

"Jawohl."

Soon enough a signal from squad Casar showed them to be close, and without further delay the two platoons joined forces. The auxiliary teams have done their tasks, now all that was left was Falkenberg's own platoon to perform their job. Yet fate did not seem to be on their side just yet. An encampment was soon spotted by forward scouts.

"Report Privat." Falkenberg asked the scout as he saluted.

"Fortified position 2 clicks east of here, Herr Obersturmbannführer . We could try and go around but I doubt we'd get past them unseen." The scout relayed.

"Defences?" Falkenberg inquired.

"Bunkers and trenches, strange shields as well, seems to be the same technology they use for their own tech."

"Alright then, fall in line."

"Jawohl."

Falkenberg looked at the data on his little tablet. He smiled as he realized it was an excellent opportunity to try out a few of the toys he had brought with him. "Squad Cäsar! Get the flammenwerfer ready, we'll burn them out." He ordered, and within a moment the heavily armored specialist stepped forward. "Good, let us get to work." Falkenberg ordered his men. They were going to give the Turian a little piece of hell.

To cover the advance, the panzergrenadier laid down suppressive fire and threw grenades, and that tactic seemed to work wonderfully. The entrenched Turians were too busy dealing with the most obvious threat, as Cäsar squad creeped up from the flank. Falkenberg saw it through his binoculars, and he couldn't help but look forward to seeing it come into full effect. Their MG's were placed at an opportune enough position to be able to suppress whatever Turian firepower was coming their way. They weren't ready for an assault, yet that didn't mean they weren't on alert.

That did not mean however that there weren't some brave souls in that little encampment who kept firing despite the hail of bullets. The moment they exited out of cover, the riflemen set themselves up in a line right below the MG's to take any stragglers out. They most likely thought their little shields would protect them, but upon contact all that was left was a bloody puddle of mangled and ripped flesh.

Despite the suppressive fire, some Turians still managed to get some shots off, one of them even hit a man from Falkenberg's platoon. The shot tore right through the soldier's armor, leaving a large hole where right hip used to be. It seemed neither side had an armor advantage here. Within a few seconds, the dead SS soldier's body exploded. All the SS armor was rigged to explode if the person wearing it had no pulse, but they could also be detonated manually, if the wearer was surrounded and saw no way out.

Squad Cäsar finally got in range, and Falkenberg gave the order. "Burn them." It was spoken without any remorse.

At the drop of a second, the flames were let loose. The heavy specalist's flammenwerfer sounded like a demon being let loose, coupled with the screams of dying Turians, it was music to Falkenberg's ears. Of course those scum should have seen it coming, the bill was bound to come due at any moment, yet they seemed surprised.

"Don't shoot." he signalled to the MG's who still had their fingers on the trigger. "Let them burn. This is their punishment" He ordered.

The platoon gave themselves a moment of silence to savor the screams, they may not have been able to understand their speech, but if there was one language Falkenberg knew, it was that of suffering, and oh how he enjoyed suffering.

Feldwebel Tener made his way to Falkenberg. "All done Herr Obersturmbannführer." he said with a salute.

"Marvelous work, Tener. Now, shall we go and mop up any mess that's left?"

"Lead the way Herr Obersturmbannführer."

He knew that they should not dawdle about, the brief firefight alone was probably enough to get this planet's entire sector aware of their presence and location. But leaving any witnesses or survivors was a threat to the operation in and of itself.

As the flames and smoke finally died out two of the squads began to check for survivors. At first, they were only greeted to charred bodies. The fruits of their labor. They cleared them out, and began to dig in deeper. They didn't want to waste bullets on the enemy, so they had their knives handy, should it come to pass.

While his men were clearing out the Trench line, Falkenberg got in touch with the Standartenführer leading the brigade to hear if there was anything new he should know. The status update was that the SS had secured landing points and were bringing all the Panzer divisions, alongside the more interesting equipment. Like the massive robots and Panzerhunds. Falkenberg smiled as he thought about how they would fare in combat. The hounds teeth to their enemies' neck.

Next order of business? His battalion would march on the city of Spaedar.

A few hours later.

5 km outside of Spaedar.

The SS had laid a path of destruction in their wake. Fields and villages had been torched, civilians hanged and soldiers gutted. Falkenberg felt at home, the cleaning could finally begin. These Turians would soon understand that the SS weren't here simply to occupy the planet… No, their vision was far more grand.

"Is the artillery set up?" the Standartenführer asked over the radio.

"Yes Herr Standartenführer. It's ready, we await only your orders to begin a fire mission. My men stand ready to storm the city, we have our gas masks ready." Falkenberg was quick to reply. He was hoping that they could wrap up that city today.

"Then you are cleared to proceed. Let them choke. Heil Germania."

"Heil Germania." Falkenberg quickly turned to his officers and ordered them to begin the shelling. They would shell the city and gas it afterwards. If it wasn't already clear for the enemy what the SS intentions were, they would learn soon enough.

The gas itself has already been tested on live Turians. A few of those captured on Göringstadt were sent back to Burgundy for additional testing. Needless to say, none of them would return home. The SS would ensure this colony would be cleansed, no matter the cost.

Falkenberg sounded the order to start the bombing. For the next hour, the SS would rain down literal hell on that city, one of the major ones on the colony. A little over a million Turians. Falkenberg smiled as he watched it unfold in the distance. This was only the beginning.

The heavy artillery was non-stop. Some of the men operating had forgone their armor and shirts to not die of the heat from the barrels. The city was burning and the civilians were offered no pause. The bombartment continued, with well over 1000 HE shells being launched towards the city. There would be little left but rubble for those who weren't killed by the shelling.

His watch beeped as he one hour was over. He raised his hand in the air, to signal them to stop the shelling. They instantly stopped as they looked to them for further orders. "Ready the gas!" He ordered, and they went to work without any question. They all bore gas masks as they handled the otherwise delicate shells. Just over 20 shells of the stuff should do much of the job. The rest would be up to the battalions that would storm the city. "Fire away!" He instructed loudly. No one questioned what they were doing, they saw this as a righteous crusade.

"Gentlemen, gas masks on!" He ordered as he equipped his own. They all stormed into the APCs that would take them to the city. They were ready to spill blue blood across the city, they wouldn't stop until they were knee deep in it. Falkenberg was looking forward to this, ever since he claimed his first kill all those years ago. He had been itching to fight a real enemy, and not some half-dead frenchman.

Of course, there had been casualties so far. Quite a lot more than the SS would like to admit, but they were not important. If they fell to the Alien scum, they weren't worthy Aryans and would have just as likely died at the hand of a French partisan. If the SS weren't allowed or unable to kill them all, they would at least castrate the Turian warmachine, neuter it forever.

Those who didn't leave the city that day had better hope that the artillery killed them, because those who didn't would suffer a slow death…

3/6 2036.

The 4th SS assault battalion, 22nd Panzergrenadier Division "Florian Geyer", patrolling Madra.

The past week must have been hell for the inhabitants, but Falkenberg had to admit, the Turians seemed tougher than the usual sheep the SS ruled over. A lot of them ran for the hills, and began to fight back. They matched brutality with brutality, but that only served to have the SS crack it up to eleven. As Falkenberg was fighting on this planet, they were in the process of transporting tactical nukes to the planet. That would wipe up their pathetic resistance.

Being on this planet meant that death was all around you at all time. There was hardly a ditch where bodies weren't rotting, or a pole from which a Turian hadn't been hanged with metal wire. This was the SS' ideal environment. What kept them strong, stronger than the enemy. They were not afraid to do everything to secure victory. The Reichsführer himself seemed pleased with how things were progressing on the colony.

Falkenberg was checking off a list when one of his officers approached him, a Turian child in tow. If Falkenberg had to wager a bet, the kid wasn't older than say 9 or 10, but determining the age of these creatures was hard.

"Herr Obersturmbannführer!" He gave a quick salute. "This child was disturbing our work! Hindering our progress! I ask permission to execute him." When the junior officer said 'disturbing their work', he meant the kid had been throwing rocks at the SS soldiers as they walked by… Well, a group of kids had done so, but all the others got away and this was the only kid they caught.

"You have the authority to determine his fate. Hell, even the lowest ranking soldier can determine the fate of these dogs. Hang him and don't waste my time!" Falkenberg instructed his junior officer.

"Jawohl Herr Obersturmbannführer!" He said as he stood upright. The junior officer turned his attention to the kid. "Get a move on! We don't have all day!" And forced the kid to walk the steps to the gallows. Falkenberg paid little mind to it, they had killed several children already, so this was nothing new.

What was new was the child's mother who came screaming into the camp, demanding to know why they were going to hand her son. Falkenberg smiled as he realized that this could be interesting.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU CAN'T JUST KILL A CHILD!" She ripped the boy from the Junior officer's hands, and the junior officer was ready to to strike her. She could die with the kid if that was what she wanted. But Falkenberg stopped him. "What has my son done that could warrant a death sentence?!" She asked, and she was furious.

"Your son disrupted our work in the field. For that he must take his punishment." Falkenberg explained.

"You're insane! Is that what you do to your children where you come? You invade our home, and then kill our youth?!" She spat at him. Falkenberg remained unfazed, but he was furious inside.

"Actually yes." He said simply. She looked at him, shocked. "But, perhaps you wish to take his place? That is certainly what a loving mother would do." Falkenberg wasn't sure if she picked up on his tone, but his soldiers sure were. They all watched him with interest.

"W-what?" She asked confused.

"Someone has to pay for the boy's crimes. It can be paid with either his blood… Or yours. What do you say?" He was serious, and even if she didn't believe him, the SS soldiers behind were sure to remind that he was, in fact, serious. She took a deep breath as she probably pondered on how to proceed.

"... Okay." She said, and to her credit, she showed very little emotion when she said it. Falkenberg whistled and had the soldiers come and escort her to the gallows. They prepared her hanging, and Falkenberg counched down just beside the Turian kid.

"I want you to remember this sight until you die. Your mother has just paid for your sins. Her blood will wash the plate clean for now. I want you to memorize this, to forever look back on it." He said, his voice low enough that only the kid could hear it. Thank god for those translators. Falkenberg whistled again, and the Turian was then hanged with metal wire. Though, she would suffer a slow death. "Her neck didn't break? Too bad. Look at it!" Falkenberg ordered as he forced the kid to look at the scene happening before him.

The mother's legs kicked and kicked… until they did no more. Her body limp and lifeless. The kid didn't cry in that moment, he just looked at the dead corpse that was once his mother. Falkenberg knew what was happening in his head. That kid was swearing revenge. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow… but one day, he would have his revenge.

That's why Falkenberg pulled out his service pistol and put a round in the back of the kid's head. It happened in a split second, and most of his men hadn't even expected it. "Never forget why we are here!" He yelled out to his men. "To kill all these vermin!" He ordered, and they all cheered. This was just a sick game to them.

Falkenberg went right back to his list. He forgot their faces within seconds.

8/6 2036.

The hills…

Quinruns Hilanion always figured he was strong. When he joined the army at age 16, he never saw a different future… That was until he met his wife. She was the only one that ever understood him. The only one he could trust fully. So when the call came, and they said there was an enemy invading, he gladly picked up his rifle and armor and marched to war. This enemy had surprised them, invaded their home… And now they were fighting some sort of race war, seeking only to kill as many as possible.

It hadn't been personal, not until one of his friends approached him at the camp in the hilly forests and told him the news. They had killed his wife… His light... And his only son… His only child. Good Turians would have reacted with reason, they would have put the hierarchy above all else. Quinruns was different though. He wanted revenge here and now. The murder had happened a week ago, and since then he had done nothing but bribed his way to figuring out who killed his wife and son.

When he got the name and a description, he set off. Did recon for two days trying to find the invader. The savage… The Fucking butcher. That included sitting the treeline for hours on end, just looking through a scope… but he wouldn't shoot the man… No, that simply wouldn't do. This had to be up close and personal.

Falkenberg… The name kept running through his head. That name, that fucking name. He would kill that officer, he would gut him. Quinruns didn't care if he died in the process, that was irrelevant. What mattered was that this officer understood that he had fucked with the wrong person.

Then one day, he saw his chance. A small opening in their camp. He put his recon skills to use, staying undetected. It wasn't hard when you were committed to the idea. His knife was ready, and his pistol too, just so he could take out as many of these savages as possible. He spotted the tent he had seen the officer walk into. By all accounts, he was alone. The perfect chance.

When the coast was clear, Quinruns rushed into the tent. The officer was too busy looking at his work to notice the presence of someone else in the tent. "Falkenberg." He said, the officer instantly looked back to see who had said his name, when the invader finally realized it wasn't a human, he tried to get his gun out of his holster. Quinruns wouldn't accept that, he took his trusty knife and quickly closed the distance between the two.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight- the number of stabs kept on rising. "JUMIA HILANION! SECUS HILANION! FUCKING REMEMBER THEIR NAMES!" Quinruns gutted the officer, pulled out his entrails. He wanted to strangle the invader in them, but the invader was already dead by then. A shame, but at least he hadn't died quickly.

"Herr Obersturmbannführer, are you alright? I heard some yell-" The soldier stopped dead in his tracks as he saw a Turian with his Superior officer's guts in his hand. "HALT!" The soldier yelled as he went for his rifle. Quinruns was just a little bit quicker. A bullet to the head. now the entire camp knew he was there… yet he did not care. He had achieved what he came here to do. At least his wife and son's murders did not go unavenged.

Quinruns got two more kills before they gunned him down. His last thoughts were of his wife and child… And how brutal this world was.