His shattered corpse shuttered in awe...he angled his sarcophagus to watch through the armorplas windows of the Ebon Talons command deck as his beloved homeworld shattered, the screams of those still on Nostromo calling for deliverance echoing in the ears of Every son of the 8th Legion. Around him, he felt the agony of his brothers, he knew then that each of them if only for a moment, cursed their Primarch to the brightest hell imaginable. He knew this, because he felt as they felt, if dulled by his sarcophagus...

His Tomb shuttered as he belowed, unable to contain his anguish even as the Ebon Talon fired its Extermiatus grade prow lance directly into the hive which he had been accepted into the legion, its sins washed away in a sea of thermobaric plasma rounds and high explosives. Tears mingled with his amniotic fluid as he watched continents rise up into the void, his home world collapsing in upon itself.

"Damn you Curze...!"

The brief shutter of the Normandy's deck plating roused him from his fitful slumber...why did his past rise it's head to torment him so? why now of all times? he banished the questions from his mind as his reactor rumbled to life, his visual imput feed showing that the 'ship' was going into a state of readiness. Commander Shepard stood near their feeble excuse of a transport alongside a tall Avian Xenos in blue armor as well as the aged amphibian in what could pass as medical regalia.

"Finally awake? good, i could use you for this operation." Shepard turned their head to the Ancient being, of which was re-arming his powerclaws underslung flamers...the suboptimal replacement for Prometheum provided by the commander angered the machine spirt of his sarcophagus...in the back of his mind, the machine spirit howled in rage, knashing its code vexations as it begged to be let loose upon the mortals, to tear this ship apart from one end to the other and OFFER THEIR SKULLS TO- he beat the machine spirit back Into submission with his own will as he turned his attention back to the Commander.

"This is the world of Tuchanka..." a holo-projector showed a blighted world, ruins strewn across its surface.

"As the homeworld of the krogan race, it is imperative that we repel the Reaper forces and capture this structure..." the projection zoomed in, showing a somewhat large monolithic structure. "this structure is key to securing the support of the Krogan race, who have agreed to fight against the Reapers in exchange for a cure to the Genophage, a bio-weapon that has severely hindered the ability to breed in all Krogan."

He honestly couldn't care less about the whining of Xenos or their breeding habits, but from what he had been informed about this era and its worthless and comically weak excuses for Xenos, he understood how much of an asset having this race of brutish and resilient warriors would be to the cause if only due to the severe need of reliable cannon fodder...he flexed his powerclaws in anticipation of returning to his home, the battlefield.

"Point me to the foes of humanity and I will teach them True. Fear."

Every being within the hangar shuttered involuntarily. They knew with every bit of their souls that he fully intended to make good on his word as he moved in preparation to be hooked up to the Kodiak. Engineer's hurried to attach the embodiment of destruction to the scratch built coupling underneath the now hovering Kodiak.

He smiled within his sarcophagus, basking in the fear as, after a few other preparations, the Kodiak lifted off and out of the cargo bay before zipping towards the home world of the Krogan...

Ordinance rained on a distant Krogan encampment, Reaper shocktroops moving in on their prey as they desperately fought for their meager scraps and rubble...above the burning hull of a Turian warship descended far from its intended target, its engines and hull pockmarked with Bolt craters and plasma burns as the blue/green thunderhawks which had murdered it reactivated their Camo-fields, vanishing into the war torn skies...

Decreasing his Mk6 helm's magnification back to standard, the Alpha Legionare activated his vox bead.

"Diversion complete. Reaper forces evacuating from the target zone and converging upon Anti-unification clan. Falling back to rallypoint Chemos for Operation Checks and Balances now that Xenos Interference had been diverted, Over."

His Vox bead pulsed as his superior replied.

"Negative, other operatives are enroute to continue the operation. Further tasking is as follows: informants have confirmed that Wildcard-8 and Commander Shepard are entering the battlezone. you are to monitor and report their movements on the ground. Should you be discovered, exfiltrate and evade. Retaliation is explicitly unadvised as well as prohibited. coordinates are being relayed now."

"Orders confirmed. Hydra Dominatus."

"Hydra Dominatus. And remember, The Primarch watches you...do not fail him..."

He put his helmet back on, turning to pack up what little possession he had brought with him.

Picking up his exodus rifle, he pulled the Camo-netting from over his assault bike and began to pack everything away. It had been some time since he had to stalk a member of the 8th legion, a Venerable Dreadnought even more so, their genetic gift of foresight gifted from the Primarch Curze difficult to account for...Commander Shepard was a familiar face, he had been tasked with shadowing them just after they were elivated to SPECTRE Status. Shepards first death had vastly destroyed his informant web, as many of them had been aboard the Normandy SR1 when it had been destroyed by the Reapers pet Protheans, the Collectors. He missed a few of them, though he did not become attached to them he had considered them close confidant and friends. A precious commodity in this galaxy, more so within the Alpha Legion...Activating his Assault bike, he made his way towards the Hollows, and towards his Mission Objectives..