Rising from the Embers of Sera

by thehappy

The people of Sera rebuild, spreading to the stars. Wars will be waged. Peace will be sought. The Coalition has risen from the ashes to take their right to exist in the galaxy. They will survive...no matter the cost.

17. Chapter Sixteen: Onyx Accords

Well, here I am with another chapter! As always, I want to thank all you faithful readers for your continued support! While this story has fallen into peacetime, I still want to develop a engaging story of a galaxy. But don't worry, if you know me at all, peace won't last forever!

Anyway, onward!

Chapter Sixteen: Onyx Accords

The Citadel. 9th of Reap, 424 A.E.

Tevos felt a weight of stress leave her shoulders as the latest incident fell away, dissolving under cooler heads.

The Coalition had backed down, their naval fleets pursuing standard patrols behind their own border. Likewise, the Asari Republic did the same, a sense of held breath expelling from both sides.

"Goddess. That damn rogue agent almost kicked off a fresh war" Rubbing her temples before taking a drink of water from a chilled glass, the Councilor glanced over to her counterparts.

Procus unleashed a Turian grunt, his silver eyes reading the same situation report of Turian assets. "The Serans have a battle hardened navy and excellent ground troops. But they're not stupid. A war with the combined might of the Council would lead to horrific casualties on both sides. Thankfully, Chairman Diaz and her government see the same outcome of such a conflict. Especially over a minor incursion"

"Indeed. However, I do find it troubling how quickly they discovered the infiltration. Those traitorous agents had the vastness of the cosmos to hide their location. Yet the Coalition tracked them with surprising efficiency" Junisa voiced out in a rapid ramble before blinking. "Of course, their actions are wholly condemned"

"Of course" Procus agreed, the Turian not buying it for a moment. "I doubt the Serans believe the Salarians 'findings' but they're not pressing it either"

"I'm just relieved we didn't have another war on our hands. Not only that, but the coming Accords will most likely see the true extent of the Coalition after nearly two years. I'm very curious of those hidden worlds of theirs"

Procus gave a slight chuckle while setting down his own data pad of information, the small object resting upon his elevated podium of the chamber. "I doubt they have much choice. During the war, it was a worthy security measure. But with peace? Diaz and her government fully realize that Council deep space telescopes will eventually locate their colonies. No, they're doing this before we discover them ourselves. Probably think we'd enforce diplomatic concessions"

"Over stellar maps? That's hardly something we can hold over their heads for anything worthwhile"

Junisa blinked rapidly, the Salarian entwining his slender fingers. "Serans have a tendency for paranoia. Understandable considering harsh history. They assume the worst and make plans for it. Very admirable"

"I would hardly call it admirable. More akin to jumping at shadows at this point. But, I can understand their point of view" Waving a hand to dismiss the issue, the Asari pressed onward. "Now, with the coming accords, we must decide on points to push and others to abandon. It's imperative that the Council gains from this as well"

"The Hierarchy and Volus want trade. An untapped market like theirs will be a boon for commerce" The Turian paused, momentarily thinking to himself. "We should also ensure that any Council citizens living or settling in Coalition territory enjoy all the sentient rights. I will not have Turians be relegated to second class citizen's"

"Agreed. Perhaps pushing for a joint research or development program? Or a joint construction effort on Pandora? I understand that planet is very humid with a heavily tropical environment. A perfect place for the Salarian Union to invest several industries"

"I'd support continued investment. We might be able to halt or shift the flow of those reparations as well" Hiding a hint of a scowl, the Asari Republic wasn't really concerned about the remaining years of those reparations for Reach, or even the amount.

It was the fact that the prominent, founding member of the Council had to pay that drew the largest amount of ilk.

"But we're Asari. A few more years of reparations are a mere annoyance. The strength of our economy has barely felt the shipments of goods and finished products through the Pandora Relay"

Still. It was a blow to their prestige that they had been attacked by the Batarians, then later the Klor'vian's.

Showing poise, elegance, and a standing befitting the Asari must continue, and that can only be achieved through diplomacy and understanding.

Looking out at the swirling nebula beyond, Tevos half heartedly listened to the other councilors and what they hoped to achieve with the Coalition.

New Ephyra. House of Sovereigns. 28th of Reap, 424 A.E.

The unseasonable heat of fall could still be felt across the city, a sweltering humidity that seemed to clog the air as Serans tried to deal with the temperature. Normally the temperature would have fallen, but this year summer dragged on.

Most citizens stayed inside, the air conditioning humming from countless structures across the city as the sun blazed against the glass and steel of towering skyscrapers. The pedestrians walking among the sidewalks would just have to deal with the discomfort of the blazing sunlight as the capital city went about its business among the rising waves of heat from the pavement.

The House of Sovereigns was no different.

Towering pillars of gothic architecture stood elegant, some of the stonework still sporting ancient battle damage from the locust war centuries ago. A relic of the old Coalition, the government structure had avoided the sinking of Jacinto. Located only three miles from the Tyrus Coastline, one could easily see the ruins of that climatic event poking from the waves…or the broken, abandoned roads that once lead to Jacinto.

Long since repaired and refurbished among the rebuilt center of the city, the structure was one of the main centers of the civilian government as the upper floors glimmered with reinforced glass. A sloped roof of granite stone showed off brooding, pointed designs, the simple decorations another mainstay from the Pendulum wars.

Towering pillars of chiseled stone stood before the entrance and rising steps, adding history to the monolith as civilian vehicles drove past upon the nearby boulevard.

Several helmeted military troops guarded the entranceways, men and women enclosed in combat armor more than enough to deal with the oppressive heat that rose from the nearby pavement. Cradling their lancer rifles, all found the task a simple, but a necessary one as the upper echelons of the Coalition met inside.

The main lobby was floored with marble while twin staircase along the left and right walls led to the many offices of the elected Sovereigns among the upper floors. Hallways of simply decorated passages ran to the left and right with several lower government office workers going about their business, their low voices echoing among the clicking of foot steps.

Toward the back wall, wedged between to the rising staircases and two supporting columns of gray stone, were heavy double doors leading to the main chamber. Sturdy and reinforced from gunfire, they were already shut as the session was about to start.

Low murmurings filled the spacious chamber, its décor along the curved walls a mainstay of oaken paneling and curved banisters. Marble floors almost blazed with polish as the overhead lights burned from above, giving the entire chamber a fitting amount of illumination.

The layout itself was a half circle of raised seats filled with district representatives, ministers, and senators of every Seran world and colony.

As they were elected to represent the populations of their colonies and districts, all were present among the rows of sweeping benches that curved through the chamber.

Of course, the seats for the colonies of Blaze, Aspho, Convel and Oasis were empty, the men and women of those devasted worlds long dead.

Replacements would come, but with the war torn planets still vastly empty, it would take years to achieve pre-war levels of industry, population and infrastructure.

There simply wasn't any point electing a new governor to a world with no population. At least, until the resettlement efforts made sizable gains.

Chairman Diaz stood behind the central podium, her dark hair falling upon her shoulders as she studied the men and women before her. Dressed in a subdued dress of midnight black that fell near her ankles, she lightly shivered from the blasting air conditioning fighting against the oppressive heat outside.

The elected leader of the House of Sovereigns hit his gavel at his podium, the dull thud ringing through the chamber. "This session will now commence. Chairman Diaz, you have the floor" Retaking his seat, Franklin Ghent clasped his hands together as the final few members quieted down.

Finally clearing her throat, Diaz waited as the murmuring fell to nothingness.

"Ladies and gentlemen. We have several points to discuss today. The first is the revealing of our territory to the wider galaxy and the coming diplomatic meeting with the Council. The second pertains to immigration…specifically of Terrans into the C.O.G."

Barely finishing her opening remarks, several men and women opened with shouting remarks that filled the chamber.

Representative Charles Wiess of Belpharus immediately stood, the hardliner belonging to the Naval-Industrialist party. Slender and tall while dressed in a somber, gray suit, the man was bald while a peppered mustache adorned his upper lip. That visage quickly turned to anger, his mouth opening to shout.

"OUTRAGEOUS! The moment we reveal the population centers of our worlds... OF OUR PEOPLE! We open the Coalition to attack! By the Allfathers, the Salarians just breeched our borders with zero respect for our sovereignty! And the Terrans? All they do is complain! Did you even know there are still portions of their planet were trafficking of humans still occurs!? That there are groups to this day that believe men can birth children! I will not have those deplorables settling on Belpharus, I can promise you that, Chairman!"

"Well said! Anvengad will not condone any Terrans on Coalition soil as well!" Amanda Wallis supported, the woman quickly standing to make her point. "The Terrans still practice homosexuality, abortions, and expect the galaxy to submit to their culture! The citizens of Anvengad will not support nor welcome such behaviors from what is essentially a spoiled child among galactic civilization!"

A rough voice laced with an accent still flourishing from the lands of Gorasnaya, the man spoke with level conviction. "Nor will Nova Gorasnaya. Terrans are known to be lazy, spoiled, and weak. The people will not tolerate such liberal ideas" Crossing his arms, Peytor Dewar was a granite, mountain of a man that practically screamed former Gear. And while still in his mid sixties, the gene treatments will allow that robust strength to remain for decades.

Chairman Diaz scowled, her own opinion agreeing with their sentiment. In fact, she was part of the same political party as most of the opposition. "I understand your opinions. To be honest, I find their homeworld to be an overcrowded, polluted mess. They worry about single individuals over the whole of the body. That thinking almost lead to their collapse in the early twenty first century. Some of their old practices from that era are wholly disgusting and still endure to this day. However, the men and women that volunteered to serve under our banner have proven the right to join the Coalition. We cannot judge their species on initial perspectives. Like us, they have had a long history of war, hardships and suffering! Or do we just ignore the vast population resources they can provide the Coalition!?" Pointing toward Governor Dewar, Izabel expected a rebuttal.

"Pandora is a young, fringe world that is already crawling with Terrans. My constituents wont care about that! What they do care about is if a council fleet appears over Nova Gorasnaya, demanding we turn over all our technology! To open up every world to their authority and the unwashed masses of Terra!" Slamming his fist against the polished wooden surface before him, Peytor had made his stance known as many supporting officials and representatives clapped in approval.

Senator Lucille Pendra stood abruptly, her falling silver hair cropped short to mix with her dark blue dress. While plain in appearance, she was proud to serve the Azura system and its twin colonies of Corva and Azura Prime. "You stubborn fool! Do you not realize the potential for repopulation efforts!? To industry and commerce! The citizens of our first colony are eager for trade, immigration and even opening cruise lines with the Council! Yet you deny us the opportunity of trade!?"

Clapping emerged from a much older man, his thinning hair a coloration of gray and brown. A bushy, large beard covered the front of his suit, nearly half a foot long as his stance became firm. "Borra Borea will support immigration of Terrans! Our population is small, but our resources abundant. New colonists will only fuel our growth!"

Charles Weiss shook his fist, the elected representative glaring at the bearded man of Borra Borea. "And when their domestic terrorist groups infiltrate? Burn your cities and towns over the slightest offense because their feelings were hurt? WHAT THEN, SENATOR TILMSTON!"

"ORDER! THERE WILL BE ORDER IN THE HOUSE!" Franklin Ghent roared, the man striking his gavel like a hammer upon an anvil. Raising it, he pointed the ceremonial tool to several of the governors and representatives. "Where is your pride!? Your Honor!? Conduct yourselves in a civilized manner or be thrown out!"

Grumblings came from several men and women, but they relented, the flaring tempers starting to cool among the chilling air blowing into the chamber.

Hanna Salton soon raised her hand, the Minister of Colonial affairs clearing her throat while brushing away strands of blonde hair.

"If everybody has calmed down, please direct your attention to the proposal from my office"

The assembled officials opened the proposed law, quickly absorbing the details.

"Preposterous! This emigration law will only bring ruin from the Terrans and their liberal ideas! Anvengad will never support this blatant disregard for our society!" Senator Wallis said in a loud outburst, the woman's dark skin a near sheen of ebony.

Another man cleared his throat, his slightly pudgy build showing a man that had struggled with fitness his entire life. But that didn't prevent him from serving with distinction and pride. "The planet of Harvest could greatly benefit from an influx of Terran farmers. But I have to agree with Governor Wallis. This immigration proposal would be far too dangerous to the stability of the Coalition" Pausing, Gregory Blummen re-read the proposal with a glance. "Perhaps a more limited effort of immigration would be allowed along the border? Just an opening of a few worlds? And a heavy screening process so we don't get dragged down with undesirables?"

Charles Wiess had calmed, but the government official was still dug into the metaphorical sand. "I will not support this opening of immigration nor will the Naval-Industrialist Party. You can count on my vote to be against it" Jutting out his chin, the man felt a fresh wave of applause from nearly a third of the colonized worlds.

Chairman Diaz knew it would be a deadlock. Hell, looking down at this immigration treaty written up by the Colonial Ministry, she would vote against it.

"Perhaps a rewriting of this issue is needed. Right now, it is too dangerous for our people to adopt such an influx of Terrans despite our recent hardships and losses. Hanna, have your office forward a revised proposal for the House"

"Chairman. With all due respect, we need an influx of men, women and children. Our losses during the war were extremely heavy" Senator Pendra said with a light plea of reasoning.

Izabel scowled, trying to understand the needs of Azura. But the price was too high. "I'm sorry, Senator Pendra, but asking for a million Terrans to emigrate every year is ludicrous. Not only will it strain our infrastructure, but eventually they will overwhelm our ideals with their liberalism. I would veto this immediately if it came to a vote. However, Blummen made a fine point. A limited policy would be far more palpable to myself and others on the fence" Taking a sip of water from a nearby glass, Diaz switched gears of topics. "Now. Let's discuss the upcoming Accords and the inclusion of our territorial maps"

"CHAIRMAN! I OBJ—" Weiss began to shout, the firebrand rising from his seat once more.

"Behave yourself, Governor! Or you'll be thrown out!" Ghent pointed with his wooden hammer, the speaker prepared to have the out-bursting official tossed from the chamber.

"Your opinion on this matter doesn't hold any sway this time, Wiess!" Diaz shouted toward the visibly angry man before she continued. "We will be sharing our territorial maps with the Council! I believe the Turians have earned the trust of that knowledge, and even if we didn't share this now, the Asari will partner with the Salarians to task their deep space observation stations to begin unveiling our worlds! They know of Reach! They suspect the location of Vasgarniya! Oceania and Prescott are names they know as well! We cannot be stubborn of the simple exchange of maps any longer!"

"And what of the Batarians! Or the Toads! They find our homeworld an—"

Diaz cut the rambling man off, her gaze going hard like steel as her voice turned to a snarl. "We crushed the flimsy, rotten structure of the Hegemony. The Toads are declawed and fear our retribution with our fleets hanging over them like a sword. Even if they were insane enough to launch a new war, they would be destroyed entirely against our might! So, you will deal with the fact this will be part of the Accords!"

Franklin Ghent was about to raise his gavel, the man prepared to lecture the Chairman. But she was taking a breath, calming herself while taking a deep drink of water. "We still have many points to discuss, and pieces of the Reach Accords to cut away and others to keep. I'm sure we can all come up with something for the betterment of the Coalition and our citizens" Looking out at the chamber filled with breathing bodies, Diaz waited as the muttering and low outbursts calmed.

Representative Mindy Ferragut of Ephyra raised her hand, the first term official junior to nearly the entire chamber. "If we are to discuss the upcoming Accords, then I suggest we remove the reparations being paid by the Asari and Salarians. Yes, they made a mistake, but the Batarian's are the ones that launched the attack against Reach. It's like punishing a gun maker for the weapon being used in a crime. It wouldn't be his fault, yet we demand they pay while the Asari fleet had been fleeing for their lives. Of course, the Batarian's will take up the slack"

"You think the citizens of Reach will accept that! All of them are guilty!" Tomas Juntanian yelled, the representative of Reach instantly unleashing a fresh fury as he pounded his fist against his desk surface, rattling a nearby glass of water.

"The Batarians started that war! And now they pay the price! If need be, we can just take more territory from them if they refuse!" Ferragut shouted back, her shouting filling the chamber as several more Senators started to shout and point with fervent fury.

Frankling Ghent brought down his gavel, the echo of striking wood filling the chamber as more yelling and shouting arose. "ORDER! There will be order!"

The House of Sovereigns would take nearly three weeks to come up with an agreement for the coming talks with the Citadel Council.

The Citadel 5th of Bounty, 424 A.E.

Swirling nebula gases surrounded the massive space station, its open arms a shimmering beacon of civilization among the stars. Commerce traders docked and disembarked, the massive structure of over forty four kilometers and thirteen million inhabitants needing a constant flow of goods, foods, and services.

But with the arrival of the C.N.V. Ephyra, some of that docking space was blocked as the Monitor class warship docked under the gaze of the Citadel fleet beyond.

Obviously, any ship would've been acceptable, but with the arrival of Chairman Diaz, a little waving of military might had to be shown. Especially after the recent border incident.

A line of C-Sec officers lined the dock, standing by a security line between themselves and the general population as they gazed upon the docked vessel with admiration and a slight jealousy. Talking and rumor raged among the civilians as the Councilors stood nearby, joined by the Terran and Seran ambassadors.

Bea Ja'tol smiled into the camera, her hand clutching the pencil thin microphone as her image flooded the airwaves of the Citadel.

"If you're just joining the program, I'm here at the docks, waiting for the arrival of Chairman Diaz and her diplomatic envoy to the Citadel" Turning to look at the large vessel as the airlock opened, the Asari reporter gave a large smile. "With rumors abounding about a new set of accords and the flare up of tensions now fading to memory, the arrival of the Coalition chairman is viewed by many as a step to greater understanding and peace" Extending her arm, the cameraman enjoyed a panning view of the disembarking Chairman. Walking in the lead while flanked by Admiral Trescu and a blonde woman in a modest white dress, the reporter watched with excitement as her cameraman zoomed in on the three. Surrounded by several Gears in pure black armor, their marching bootsteps were in perfect unison as they clutched deadly looking lancer rifles.

"I believe that is Admiral Trescu, one of the Seran's most decorated officers and war heroes" Moving toward the security line, the Asari female extended her microphone.

"Chairman Diaz! Is it true that you're opening the Coalition to immigration?" Bea Ja'tol asked loudly, her actions rapidly noticed as a possible threat to the envoy.

The Gears instantly raised their rifles, snapping to the possible threat while creating a scene of unease as Bea gulped with wide eyes. Waving them to stand down, the Chairman approached as the Onyx Guard stood nearby, causing a few nearby civilians to flinch at the heavily armed men and women who appeared like monolithic statues.

The C-Sec officers had stiffened, each gripping their own Avenger rifles with scrutinous stares.

Izabel studied the Asari with contemplating eyes, her falling hair and midnight black dress with gold trim emblazoned under the artificial lighting of the disembarkation docks. "That is one of the matters that will be discussed during these talks. Good day"

Walking away, Diaz approached the councilors and ambassadors with her companions in tow.

Procus took the initiative, beating out Tevos by half a step. "Chairman. Welcome to the Citadel" Extending his hand, it was firmly gripped as Diaz gave a politician's smile in front of multiple reporters and rumbling crowd.

"Thank you. It's been a long time coming" Turning toward Tevos, there was a slight smirk curling at Diaz's lips. "Your quite fortunate to have stumbled across a construct like this. My people had to build everything from nothing. Still, it is an impressive station built by the Protheans"

Tevos smiled back with force, the barb minimal. "Of course. They were a galaxy spanning civilization. None of us can compare with their lost accomplishments. I'm sure even the Coalition can understand how outclassed they are compared to them"

"Of course" Diaz smiled back, the woman not pressing the returning jibe as both tested each other.

"Councilors. Adrian Trescu. Admiral of the Fifth fleet" Not extending his hand, the officer simply clasped them behind his back as his dress uniform of black and trimmed gold glinted with countless medals and commendations.

"Admiral. I've heard of your many exploits. I was navy myself"

"Service is its own reward" Adrian stated as his face gave away nothing.

"Ha! Well said!" smiling at the dedication to service, Procus knew the Seran would have many tales to tell of the war.

"Perhaps we can begin the negotiations? Unless you would prefer a tour of the Presidium, Chairman?" Ambassador Almstead voiced, knowing those two would eventually say something regrettable.

"Actually Jonathan. I'll be discussing the opening of immigration with the Terran ambassador" Briskly raising her right hand, Hanna Salton gave a warm, kind smile toward Ichika Kojima. "Minister of Colonial Affairs, Hanna Salton"

"A pleasure" Shaking the hand with a firm grip, the Japanese woman extended a hand toward the open archway of the Presidium. "Please. Let's discuss these matters in my office"

Several officers fell in step with the two females, guarding them past the line of civilians as they made their way toward Embassy row.

"Well. Hanna certainly didn't waste any time. I suppose we should begin our own discussions for the future as well" Izabel said with a light tone as blinking camera's flashed and recorded the moment for the civilized galaxy.

"Then please, let us retreat to the Citadel Tower to discuss the accords" Junisa said with a diplomatic flair of his extended arm.

Led the way by the C-Sec guards and the nearby squad of Gears, both parties departed to begin the negotiations.

The Citadel Tower

Izabel tapped her foot, the soft clicking striking the smooth, polished floor of the main elevator. Glancing at the Admiral…then Ambassador Almstead, she found the rising platform agonizingly slow.

"Is it like this every time?" She finally asked, earning a light chuckle from Tevos.

"Unfortunately yes. My people tried to adjust the speed upon our discovery of this station, but the Keepers revert it back to this setting. After a dozen attempts, they simply gave up"

"Seems like a safety hazard. If there is an emergency, lives could be lost" Trescu added with a light rumble of his voice, the Admiral watching as a level passed with a slow ebb of light.

"We know. Just can't be helped" Procus added with an annoyed sigh as the lift finally reached the top level of the Presidium Tower.

"Please. This way" Tevos invited, extending her hand to indicate a side passage leading toward several meeting rooms.

The walk was short and brisk, the assemblage of species quickly filing in to join a group of waiting Turians, Asari, a lone Volus, and several Salarians. A mixture of government officials and military officers, they would offer advice or advance points of discussion if needed.

Taking up the left side of a long, clear table, Tevos sat first as the Serans took up the right with a slight scuffle of chairs.

Introductions flowed around, melding with the panoramic view of the nebula outside the large window. It was a beautiful sight, no doubt meant to put many at ease.

"Let us proceed" The Asari Councilor stated while clasping her hands together.

"Of course" Being handed a data pad carried by Ambassador Almstead, Chairman Diaz downloaded the contents to the Councilors. "Obviously, some revisions were needed as the former accords were drawn up hastily for the war"

"We've expected that" Tevos replied, her tone carrying a hint of sarcasm as she began to read the main articles presented by the Serans.

"Hmph. So, you are disclosing your territory?" Procus inquired with a grunt.

"Yes. Its past time anyway" Diaz offered with a light dismissal as the Turian continued to read.

"Articles two and three haven't been changed. We will continue to accept your sovereignty. Same with Article six and Eight. However, we do require an added subsection to the eighth article. A simple scientific mission to the Seran homeworld. Perhaps we can finally discover how the two branches of humanity came to be"

"Our government would also like to open embassies on Sera. After all, you are a recognized foreign power. However…" Tevos dragged out, raising a finger. "We would require that any and all known species would be welcome to open their own embassy. This includes the newly formed Klorvan Star Republic and the Batarian Hegemony"

"Do you really believe either of those species wants to talk with us? To even deal with the COG?" Trescu asked as his unattractive face turned into a downward frown.

"Regardless or not, the Asari Republic would prefer that the option is open to all species"

Diaz frowned deeply, her manicured fingernail tapping the glass surface as nebula light poured through the window. "You do remember the war right? How both those species committed atrocities?"

Tevos spread her hands, her body language more than enough.

"Fine. But I'm not putting it into the accords. Opening Embassies is hardly a major point of contention" Diaz reasoned, the female not seeing a point to make a big deal out of such a minor issue.

Another Asari further along the table set down a data tablet, her purple skin speckled with red freckles. Dressed in a shimmering dress of azure blue with flares of yellow, the female studied the Serans with a firm gaze.

"For the most part, these proposed articles of the Onyx Accords are acceptable. But we have some terms"

Chairman Diaz crossed her arms, showing a shutting off by body language while her eyes stared with scrutinization. "And what would these terms be?"

Aatia M'javo, the director of sentient rights rapidly spoke, her goal clear for all gathered. "The first and foremost is the guarantee that any citizen of the council that is currently settled on a Coalition world enjoys all the rights guaranteed to any sentient by this government. This is one of the highest laws established by our people. We will not accept any Asari nor any others being regulated to a second class status"

"You seem to think that we'll treat them like slaves. We aren't Batarians" Diaz voiced as she stared back before continuing with a light wave of her hand. "They'll be considered residents. They won't be able to vote in elections, but if they wish to pursue a dual citizenship in…let's say five years. Then they'll have full rights in the Coalition as well as your established rights. Of course, Seran law will be followed first and any convictions of crime will be pursued by our own justice system"

"That's acceptable. Full details can be drawn up later" Junisa rapidly spoke before a Turian pushed himself forward, his facial plates decorated with long, red hash marks that fell past his left eye. Dressed in an infantry officer uniform, General Ameus Quenrius tried to dominate the meeting.

"The Hierarchy is demandingto house military forces in the Pandora System. Naval and Infantry"

"Excuse me?" Admiral Trescu said with a tone of disbelief. His face slowly pulled downward, adding to his unattractiveness while his piercing blue eyes hardened at the proposal.

"The Terminus systems, the Geth, and Batarian piracy will no doubt continue being threats near your recently settled world. Not only that, but Nueva Thessa is nearby. Another point is that your jungle world already has a sizable population of the major species of this galaxy. A simple military presence will ensure the safety of future colonists…especially those that didn't volunteer for military service" General Quenrius pushed, his tone going harder as his silver eyes narrowed.

"You think we're incapable of defense? That we will allow a foreign military force to occupy a portion of our colony!?" Diaz slowly stood, her tone rising as she leaned forward with her palms pressed against the table.

"This isn't a request Chairman!" Ameus shouted back, the two sentients quickly standing. "The Primarch will not leave Turian citizens undefended! A single Legion on the ground and a flotilla to assist in security and defense! This doesn't even include the Asari at Nueva Thessa! They're basically undefended right now!"

"You know damn well we can defend ourselves! We can beat back a simple pirate raid or the Geth if they pushed us!"

"I'm well aware of Seran resolve and ferociousness on the battlefield! The war proved that! But I will not allow our citizens to remain undefended! If the roles were reversed, you would demand the same thing!"

"ENOUGH!" Adrian's voice boomed as he slapped the table with his palm, the man's weight of achievements and victories making several jump or fall into silence.

"Calm down…both of you" Procus said with an even tone before extending a palm in apology. "We of course would be willing to negotiate a reasonable amount of financial compensation for a parcel of land. But…" Procus trailed on, his own tone trying to mitigate the general's demands and disrupting behavior. "The Primarch is politely requesting a military force in the region and your colony is a strong candidate. The system already has a space port with orbital facilities, several cities and growing industry. Nueva Thessa does not"

Ambassador Almstead already disliked the idea of a foreign power having a military presence in a colony system, but that world was the oddball of the COG. Leaning over, he quickly advised the Chairman who was barely controlling another outburst. "Chairman. We have substantial forces in the area, but we cannot be everywhere at once. Yes, the B.S.A. is coming online, but that's just an early warning system for a major incursion. Our closest battle fleet would take over a week to reach the colony to mount a defense. And as much as I hate to say it, the Turian's do field the largest navy in the galaxy and protecting their citizens is a right. The Pandora System is hardly one of our core worlds. We can afford to offer basing rights for the sake of protecting the region from future threat's"

Pointing her finger, Diaz was about to shout out something regrettable when she stopped herself, her breathing harsh. Taking another deep breath, her nostrils flared as the assembled males and females waited with baited breath.

Izabel Diaz stared directly at the Turian Councilor as her tone became an emotionless string of words. "One naval flotilla no larger than one hundred ships. One division no larger than twelve thousand troops. The Coalition of course will be maintaining a defense squadron in the system, along with our own infantry forces"

"One hundred fifty vessels and two full divisions" Crossing his arms, Procus spoke his demands, knowing he had to go all in now.

"One hundred twenty five vessels"

Councilor Procus slowly smirked, his mandibles ticking upward as the other Turians gave their support with gruff mumbles. "Agreed"

Muttering inaudible curses under her breath, Diaz really hated it, but at least it was the Turians pushing the demand. If it had been the Terrans, she would have left then and there, treaty be damned. Slowly exhaling and breathing inward, she managed to keep her temperament level.

"I… believe joint missions on occasion will increase the effectiveness of both our military forces in the sector. Same with ground exercises" Barely getting the words out, many could tell that the Chairman known for her harsh tongue had managed to keep a lid on her temper…barely.

"She accepted that far too easily considering her past attitudes" Junisa thought rapidly while studying the three Serans across from him. "Reports of Pandora paint it as an extremely deadly world. Flora and Fauna are rumored to eat Krogan while weather is prone to heavy storms, rain monsoons and hurricanes. Also reports of very large aquatic life"

Looking over at the Turians sitting with smugness, Junisa knew that those infantry forces probably would not be enough to safe guard citizens from the violent life of Pandora. "Casualties could be surprisingly heavy for a colony posting. But then, letting the Turian's take the risk is preferrable"

Silence reigned for a minute, the atmosphere of the discussion holding a tenseness as several of the Salarians whispered to each other in muffled tones of rapid speech.

"Is there anything else?" Ambassador Almstead asked with a light smile, trying to dispel the tension of the meeting despite the unpleasant metaphorical pill the Coalition would have to swallow.

All of the beings gathered could feel it, knowing that an eruption of accusations could happen at any time if any other points of contention were brought up.

Zenavis Saava coughed, a mid-level economic advisor directly under Tevos. "Perhaps a short break would be in order. An hour to gather our thoughts?"

"Agreed" Standing up immediately after the near snipping of her tone, Diaz briskly marched from the room, flanked by the two men.

"Spirits. That could have gone better" Staring at General Quenrius with a growing displeasure, Procus knew the initial point of conflict. Diplomacy was full of compromises and a mutual understanding. Making such demands, especially of the Serans had been very distasteful. He knew the Hierarchy needed to think of Council assets and lives first, but many respected the COG's resourcefulness, drive, and military strength. "General Quenrius. Perhaps it would be best if you returned to your quarter's"

Councilor's Procus tone was not a suggestion.

The officer gave a low sigh, but complied, knowing the error had been his. Standing, he quickly left the meeting room.

Leaning a palm against her cheek, Saava's tone only carried disappointment. "Well, we can forget about ending the reparations to Reach. After that outburst, the Seran's wont even consider it. A shame too, I had a very reasonable alternative to shift some of those payments toward our settlement on Pandora"

"It can't be helped. We made gains, but I'm sure Diaz will have something to demand after this" Tevos admitted as she stood, her dress dazzling under the reddish-pink light of the nebula surrounding the Citadel.

Leaving in piecemeal fashion, the attendees broke away in the hallway, intent on using the break as needed.

Earth, Vienna. The following day

Prime Minister Svetlana Molotov leaned backwards in her office chair, the fall of rain drenching the city beyond the walls of the Parliament building. Patters sloshed against the windows, mixing in with a howling wind as the storm rumbled a roll of thunder.

Picking up the tablet once more, she read the immigration proposal sent to her by Ambassador Kojima and one Hanna Salton.

"Have you read it?" she asked simply, her own opinion a wavering tip as the man seated across from her desk sipped a tumbler of whiskey.

Benjamin Blackwell nodded, the North American taking his time to set down the glass. Still relatively youthful at forty two years with a healthy frame and black hair barely showing age, the Director of Immigration had been called in to discuss the possibility with the Coalition. "I have. The Serans have many demands for implementing any immigration policy. That isn't even considering their cultural differences" Blackwell drawled, the South Virginian instantly knowing that some would be in full support of growing relations with the Coalition…while others would loathe it.

"You're not wrong. They do have more in common with the fascist governments of Earth history. But then they have elections. It baffles me how they manage to maintain such a balance for centuries" Waving her hands, Svetlana could name a dozen fascist governments that had collapsed into fire and ruin over the centuries, but the Serans? They made it work somehow.

"Looming extinction tends to burn away foolishness and lofty ideals. Probably why they use genetic engineering to cure deafness, blindness…homosexuality"

"That's a hard issue to contend with. For us, we believe in equality, to allow every alliance citizen to have a voice and follow their life without persecution. But to the Serans? They simply removed it from their gene pool. A lot of people are going to hate them for that"

"Hell. I know that. But others won't. How many humans went to fight for the COG just for a piece of land? A quarter million? Half a million? Nearly all of them from the slums of our overcrowded cities or so damn poor they didn't even have access to clean drinking water. Then the Serans show up, dangling service for a plot of land on a garden world? Let me tell you, Prime Minister, I doubt any of them give a hot damn about the COG's policy toward men marrying men or whatever pronoun somebody uses these days. They saw a chance to better their lives by throwing themselves in the largest galactic war in centuries, and if anything, the Coalition has kept their word to the letter so far" Sipping his whiskey, Benjamin felt the burn as it washed down his throat. "I seriously doubt those that do immigrate to these few worlds proposed by their Minister of Colonial Affairs will really care about cultural differences, policies, or whatever else tickles normal sensibilities. They'll have land, a fresh start and a future. And let's be honest, we can spare the people" Blackwell finished with a wave of his hand.

"Personally, I would welcome this. It would start bridging the two humanities, but the numbers are so…minimal. Fifty thousand per year for a handful of colonies? That's not worth the effort, time, resources or currency. The Alliance could ship three times as many to Terra Nova for the same price. And what would we do about taxation? Citizenship? Business investment? The list goes on and on" Svetlana vented, the proposal from the Serans not really worthwhile.

"Well hell, we know they're straight shooters when it comes to a deal. We just have to come up with something both sides are happy with" Refilling his glass, Blackwell enjoyed a burning gulp as he gave a toothy smile. "Let's throw it toward Parliament. Let them figure the damn thing out. Not like we have to decide right now, anyway" Shrugging, the male took another sip, enjoying the fine liquor as rain continued to pound against the glass window.

Prime Minister Molotov had to agree. Sending the proposal to parliament, she passed on the problem for a later date as low rumbles shook the sky, the storm continuing.

The Citadel. 9th Of Bounty 424 A.E.

Once again, the gathered species had taken up the meeting room bathed in nebula light. Lining both sides of the table, the talks had fared much better the second and third day.

But yesterday had been an impossibility, the Serans refusing to meet. At first, the Council had thought it was a diplomatic play, a negotiation tactic, but that was not the case as Chairman Diaz took her seat, the woman's face a somber, blank line of expression. Joined by Admiral Trescu, Hanna Salton and Ambassador Almstead, all four wore grim lines across their respective features.

Diaz spoke first. "I would like to apologize for the delay, but the 8th of Bounty is Emergence Day. I'm sure you can all understand why there was nothing to discuss"

Tevos instantly felt a surge of pity, all those gathered quite familiar with the history of Sera. With updated codex records, Emergence Day is now considered one of the most destructive days in galactic history. The horror of it all is only enhanced when one considers that E-Day was only the opening offensive by the Locust Horde and that the conflict would rage for nearly seventeen years.

Then there were the Lambent. Another horror in itself.

"Your people have no need to apologize for suffering that apocalyptic conflict" Remaining still with her fingers entwined, she had no desire to offend the gathered party.

"Pardon my lack of knowledge, but how do you celebrate it?" a Salarian asked, his rapid blinking eyes a full black as the slender advisor tried to glean more knowledge.

"We don't celebrate it. It is a day of remembering all who died. Of remembering their sacrifices to defeat the Locust Horde at the cost of nearly everything. One gives thanks to their ancestors for their bravery, their courage in the face of true evil. To honor them" Adrian Trescu responded with a heavy tone. "Normally, one is with family. But even then, it is a very somber affair. There are no celebrations. No parties or joyous meetings. Simply…remembering our darkest day" The man finished, his voice filled with steel and sorrow.

"I understand. Please accept my apology for lack of knowledge" Bowing his head, the Salarian went quiet, putting the room in an awkward silence.

It was a stark reminder that Serans had survived a near total extinction level event. Even centuries later, the species felt that horror and loss.

But the talks must move forward.

Zenavis Saava stroke a few touch keys on her orange hued omni-tool after a minute of silence, the financial advisor sending the data to all parties. "I understand that compromises had to be made on both sides, but I've taken the opportunity to draw up an alternative to the reparations the Asari and Salarian governments are paying toward Reach" Diving in before Diaz could respond, the alien female continued. "With a sizable colony already established on Pandora, I propose we shift those resources to that system, spurning further growth and development"

"That will not be possible" The chairman replied with swiftness, her eyes momentarily hardening. "The Asari and Salarian governments will make the allotted payments as promised." Gaze softening after a moment, the female continued while brushing away a strand of brunette hair that fell past her eye. "But let us be honest. You're not worried about the financial cost, but the harm to your prestige and standing. The founding civilization of the Citadel making reparation payments to a newcomer on the galactic stage isn't exactly enjoyable. But the payments will continue until they are completed. To halt them now would just be spitting in the face of every Reach citizen. However, if you wish to increase investment in the Pandora system and its developing industries, that is acceptable"

Saava still tried to salvage, the Asari pushing forward. "What about a trade route from Illium? It's on the border and could easily bring fresh comme-"

Izabel Diaz's face turned into a hard scowl, her stance immovable.

"No. The Coalition has made enough concessions to the Council. We have opened a world to you all while allowing a foreign power to establish a military presence. We have established trade. We will be revealing our homeworld and colonies despite my personal reservations. Let's not also forget the fact that it was Seran lives and ships that paid the price for liberating Nueva Thessa. Or that my people are responsible for approximately eighty percent of enemy losses after three years of continuous war. We have done enough" Stating with finality, Diaz stared at the mid level Asari, making the alien uncomfortable.

"The Council does recognize the many sacrifices your people have recently made, and my government did claim partial responsibility for that terrible event. We will of course uphold our deal with the Coalition" Tevos rapidly replied, not wanting the situation to deteriorate. Allowing a minute, Councilor Tevos tried to lighten the mood. "I am curious, however. How have the Batarians been handling the reparations?"

Diaz scoffed, turning her gaze to the serene galaxy beyond for a moment before looking back. "Those four eyed bastards do pay, but nearly everything is worthless. Substandard ore. Finished metals and tools that are ripe with impurities. Shoddy electronics and weakened glass works. Honestly, I should just take one of their systems and be done with the lazy bastards" Waving her hand in dismissal, her annoyance was easily readable. "Probably only a matter of time before they fall into civil war anyway. Once that happens, my military will have to seize something while beating off slave raids with a stick"

"I suppose our military presence will be welcome then" Procus added, the councilor allowing a small amount of smugness at the political victory.

"Perhaps" Diaz relented, her mood calmed after several days.

"What kind of numbers for immigration are you willing to allow?" Councilor Junisa rapidly asked, his eyes blinking under the roiling lights of the nebula beyond.

Minister Salton took the lead, her friendlier attitude instantly recognized by the Salarians while Diaz leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms in a defensive body posture.

"The Pandora system will be relatively open to immigration. But not for two years. By then, all the C.A.G. units will have been disbanded, serving out their terms of service. They get first chance at claiming a plot for settlement. This also gives time to construct new settlements, homes, farms and infrastructure. We believe a total of two hundred fifty thousand per year is acceptable. Of course, this would be a balanced mix of all species"

"That is wonderful! Understand Pandora has quite the extensive ecosystem of lifeforms. Potential for research and study will be welcome! My department would like to send a research team to—" A Salarian bubbled with excitement, the slender alien rambling ahead of himself before remembering his place. "Ah. Apologies. New garden worlds are ripe with unknowns. Very exciting" Smiling, the male folded his slender fingers.

"I'm still very surprised your opening a planet like this. Your government is very guarded on territory and any incursions" Tevos admitted, her words pointed at the Chairman.

Diaz shrugged, her shoulders slightly rising. "That planet already has nearly every known species living on it or will. Might as well make it a melting pot like this station or those mega cities of Terra. Of course, we have the right to cancel or limit immigration at any time" Holding up a palm, she quickly explained before accusations flew. "We wouldn't be kicking anybody out, just if there comes a time with infrastructure strained or some natural disaster, we would limit or halt any newcomers until it was addressed"

"That's reasonable" Councilor Procus finished as he looked to his left and right, the Turian noticing a lack of movement. "I believe that was our last point of discussion. Let's draw up the articles for review, then sign these accords. Chairman? Is there anything else you'd like to bring up?"

"No. I believe that's it"

"Very well. Let's meet back after lunch and get this done" After that, the delegation's broke apart, shifting out of the room to find a meal, or in the case of a low level Salarian, draw up the proper wording for the Onyx Accords.

Camera's flashed, the recording going across the galaxy as both parties signed the updated treaty in the middle of the Presidium under the gaze of several reporters, officers and a line of civilians eager to see history unfold.

Signing her name last with a flourish of a light pen, Chairman Diaz was the last, her compatriots already signed in support. Walking around the hastily erected table, she clasped the extended hand of Tevos, the Asari not missing the chance for a televised opportunity.

"I believe that this is something we can all live with" Turning to the nearest camera, her smile was dazzling as Diaz had to do the same, the image recorded for posterity.

"You know I wanted to sign this behind closed doors" Diaz whispered through clenched teeth.

"Deal with it and smile" The Asari replied in a low whisper, both still shaking hands before breaking away. "With the Onyx Accords, we will move forward with a new era of peace, exploration, and prosperity along side the Coalition of Ordered Governments! A great day for diplomacy and understanding among our neighbors!" The rousing words caused a muffled roar of approval and cheers, many of the Citadel station residents pleased with a favorable outcome.

The revealed Seran maps were uploaded to the codex within the hour as the Onyx Accords went into immediate effect.

Obviously, numerous citizens of the Citadel downloaded the recent update, their curiosity getting the better of them. Eagerly reading, they digested the latest treaty.

Onyx Accords

Article One: The Coalition of Ordered Governments will retain full sovereignty and independence from Citadel laws, Edicts, Culture, Economic and Military Oversight

Article Two: The Citadel will not interfere in the lawful and democratic joining of any future Coalition States. This will include any religious, cultural, or economic groups of any species (current or undiscovered) so long as the Citadel Council is treated with equal opportunities of contact, trade, and diplomatic efforts.

Article Three: The Coalition will expand trade with all species of the Citadel through the Reach-Pandora-Nueva Thessa corridor.

Article Four: The Turian Hierarchy will establish a joint defense force in the Pandora Sector with the Coalition.

Article Five: All current and future Coalition territory will be shared with the Citadel and uploaded to the galactic codex.

Article Six: The Coalition will not be limited by the Treaty of Farixen nor the bans on Artificial Intelligence and limited Genetic Manipulation. (Current Seran lifespan has already been modified) Slipspace Technology will not be traded. However, the Coalition will not interfere in the development of similar technologies by the Citadel Government.

Article Seven: Any and all archeological ruins discovered by either party must be shared with the galactic community.

Article Seven-B: The Seran homeworld will be opened for scientific teams with approved consensus by both parties.

Article Eight: The Coalition of Ordered Governments will open limited immigration in the Pandora sector. Dual Citizenship will be applicable within five standard years.

Article Nine: Any military incursions into Coalition territory will be assumed hostile.

Article Ten: The Serans will be recognized as a legitimate, separate race from the Terrans of Earth.

The Citadel, 10th of Bounty, 424 A.E.

Nebulan light poured through the station's windows, bathing the Council chamber in a dancing swirl of low pinks and yellows. Sitting at her assigned seat, Tevos looked down at the Salarian as the slender alien rapidly typed in commands to his personal omni-tool.

Still very pleased with the signing of the Onyx Accords, she believed that each side gained several things from the discussions. Of course, the matter of immigration was still two years away, but she was sure many of her people would make the trip. After all, the Serans presented a new avenue of genetic diversity that would only add to her own species.

"The Volus are excited for increased trade despite the limitations the Serans have set. With the war over, there is quite a demand for terraforming technologies from them" Councilor Procus spoke out, the Turian reading up on the latest report to cross his desk.

"I'm far more interested in what the director has compiled for us" Junisa added rapidly, the words giving Director Haban permission to begin.

"As you know, the signing was immediately followed by the Seran's downloading all relevant data into the Codex. A full disclosure of worlds, planetary information, population. Ah yes, our initial estimate was off by a significant margin. Seran population currently sits at approximately two and a half billion. Far greater than anticipated. Pre-war was higher" Adding the information quickly, the Director stepped forward while uploading the relative data into the holo-graphic system built into the chamber.

The galaxy loomed with a flow of light pixels, the billions of stars pinpoint's of light. Sweeping his hand, the view zoomed inward to the Eastern arm of the Milky Way while highlighting a region of space in a glowing blue.

"Very fascinating how they formed a stellar nation compared the rest of the galaxy. All of our species colonized along relay networks. Settled in clusters and developing any world we could reach that was in range. As a result, our respective populations are clustered around Mass Relays while hundreds or thousands of light years between them remain unexplored. Even for the Asari, approximately one percent of their claimed territory has been properly surveyed and categorized"

"I'm assuming that with their Slip space drives, the Seran's are different in that regard?"

"Indeed! Exploration and settlement of systems were taken in all directions, creating a lopsided wheel. Pre contact of course. Not only of garden worlds, but dead systems as well have been exploited for resources, the establishment of orbital colonies and research outposts. Border Sensor Array latest construct" Haban rapidly added, his eyes flickering with delight before waving in a non committal manner. "Not only for early warning against possible Council incursion, but unknown threats as well. Have been establishing the array past Anvengad to secure against hostiles further up the galactic arm….very smart" the director added as he began to get lost.

"Director. Can you please give us a simple report of their worlds and colonies?" Tevos asked with an exasperated sigh. Yes. the Salarians were smart, but they tended to get overly excited and sidetracked. Especially with new information.

"Apologies. First established colony is Azura Prime and Corva. A very rare system" Highlighting the mentioned bodies, the swirling twin globes of the garden worlds spun, each supporting each other as their oceans glimmered blue with dancing island chains and sub tropical continents. "As you may all know, a double orbit of planetary bodies has been cataloged numerous times with each acting as a moon to their partner. But we have never discovered this type of system with viable garden worlds. To find them during their initial exploration from the Onyx System was truly a stroke of great fortune"

"Goddess…what beautiful planets" Tevos said in a slight awe as the tiny planets spun.

"It should be noted that Risea in the Onyx system has been terraformed as well. While the population is low, the Coalition has two star systems with four garden worlds viable for life. Many of my colleagues would like to study the geology of Azura, along with the stellar history of the system"

"I'm sure that can be arranged. Please continue" Junisa ordered with simplicity.

"Of course" Typing a rapid command into his omni-tool, the next system came up, showing a purple ocean world in orbit of a gas giant. Rings of defensive satellites hung in orbit along with many stations, the tiny constructs barely seen. "Belpharus is home to over one hundred and seventy million Serans. This moon is well within the norms of a garden world, however, heavy magnesium in the oceans have colored them a light purple" Flicking to the next cataloged system, Haban grinned.

"Anvengad is heavily mountainous with cooler temperatures. Blizzards, ice storms and other hazardous weather have turned the population into quite a versatile group. Most cities are connected by valleys, mountain tunnels, or orbital travel" Blinking rapidly, the director turned to Councilor Procus. "I should mention that this world is heavily fortified. Numerous bases and shelters are under the mountains while nearly all the citizens are trained in firearms and rudimentary tactics. Even if the orbital defenses are destroyed, invading this particular world would be extremely costly"

"A defenders dream and an invaders nightmare. The Hierarchy would lose millions subduing that planet if we ever went to war"

"Yes. Seran ferocity well known" The world blinked away, revealing the next system of Beta Sarfuth. A broken ring of shattered rock from a moon circled the planet, almost serene as a swirling hurricane approached a lush, rainforest laden sub continent. "The broken moon creates a continuous hazard from meteor strikes despite the orbital tracking system and Hammer of Dawn defenses. Abundant flora and fauna makes this world especially rich in biome diversity and the life sciences. Very similar to Pandora as heavy rainforests cover much of the planet. Also, heavier ionization in atmosphere causes lightning to be purple" Adding the last bit with a smile, the director continued his presentation as the world of Borra Borea blinked into existence.

Tenvor'ti 18th of Bounty, 424 A.E.

First Consul Bo'klar sat at his desk of polished swamp wood, the nearby open window brushing in waves of humidity thick with moisture. Sunlight poured in, a warmth that hid the devastation across his planet. Several plants grew in his sparse office, spreading their vines of blues and greens among the walls, their surfaces damp with moisture. Aside from the scent of grown and life, the office was empty of decoration aside from the main desk. Upon the darkened wood, the nearby computer terminal's screen gave off a soft, green glow, the screen saver a dancing swirl of colors and shapes.

Scowling, the elected leader of the Klorvan Star Republic read the latest report, his anger rising while reading about the latest shortages of food, essential industrial tools, glass, construction equipment and more.

"Damn the church…damn them" Tossing the tablet upon his desk, the alien spun in his chair, his gaze falling upon the capital city still rife with destruction and collapsed buildings.

"At least we managed to subdue the worst of those fanatics. Still, the new ways will take years to fully implement" Unleashing a rumbling sigh, if he had known of the critical shortages of…of everything, he would've pushed someone else into this job.

Ironically, the Victorious Serans and The Council wanted his military cut down to size, but he couldn't even pay them at this point. How the church managed to prevent a full collapse of the economy was beyond him, but now he had to clean up their mess.

"At least that bastard Y'larv will rot" Smiling at the thought, Bo'klar picked up a lightpen and the tossed tablet. Cycling to the first item, he quickly signed the approved expansion of several farming districts. Scrolling again, the orbital mining installations beyond the belt were still heavily damaged. Approving a releasing of repair ships and crews, he knew those Klor'vian's were stretched thin.

A chime rang at his office door, the heavy wood showing the old gnarls and knots of the long dead tree.

"Enter" Bo'klar replied roughly as he signed a new bill for public education. Reducing the risk of fanaticism would have to start young, and the best way was to teach the hatchlings the new ways of the Klorvan people.

An adjutant walked in, his scales a patchwork of brown and off color blue. Holding a data pad, the younger male halted before the spanning desk.

"Consul Bo'klar. We just received word. The Serans have revealed their territorial maps to the galaxy" Extending the electronic tablet, Bo'klar quickly snatched it from the male's clawed hands. Opening the file, he studied the location of worlds…the system of Sera and Belpharus…New Vectes and Azura.

"No wonder they could afford to lose so much territory. My fleet never even got within a thousand light years of their home world" Sighing with regret, the former naval officer wondered once again what the whole point of it had been. "If only we could have made peaceful contact. To not be under the heel of madness…so many dead…for nothing"

"What will we do with this information, Consul? If we rebuilt our fle—"

Bo'klar snapped up his hand, the clawed tips showing off under a shaft of light as one finger pointed toward the young male, his throat sac taking on a hint of red. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, Gre'tor. We've been beaten, stomped into the soil and lost over two billion of our people in a war of fanatical madness that we started. The Serans will not give us another chance and if we try to wage war against them, you can be assured that all our remaining worlds will burn under their wrath. Or have you forgotten about the Council fleets as well?"

Gulping as his throat sac turned a light blue, the male bowed deeply. "My apologies, First Consul. I spoke before thinking"

"See that you remember that. Those with such thoughts are dangerous to our survival" Waving his hand dismissively, the adjutant left the room with hurried steps.

"Probably thinks I'll have him shot. I'm not like that monster Y'larv" Deciding to make sure security kept an eye on Gre'tor just in case, Bo'klar found himself gazing upward at the hidden heavens. "We need capital. Finances and funding. We need heavy equipment for reconstruction. Should we open trade with the COG?" Rapidly scowling at the thought, there was still far too much hatred, mistrust and sheer murderous intent on both sides.

Plus, he was reasonably sure they would laugh in his face for any sort of assistance.

"The Batarians? No, they're almost worse off then we are. The Asari hate us after we burned their colony, the Turians do have a semblance of respect for our bravery and waging war against the full might of the galaxy. Perhaps we sell our stockpiles of weapons? That could bring in something for our struggling economy? The Salarians? They have a somewhat similar biology and palate for food. Trading our flavored Bog Wine might be a market?" Rumbling out a groan, the line of thinking was starting to annoy him. Bo'klar was an officer and leader…not a trader or merchant. He would need to summon the rest of the government soon to think of solutions.

Once again, he cursed Y'larv and his cronies for bringing such ruin and devastation to the Klorvan Star Republic and her people.

Omega. Tuhi District. 15th of Sorrow, 424. A.E.

Shops and vendors lined the crowded corridor, the mixed throngs of species buying or selling anything they deemed profitable. Drugs. Weapons. Illegal contraband. Anything went as mercenaries, pirates and smugglers brought a semblance of trade to the station under the rule of Aria T'loak.

Signs of neon blazed from bars, many of them crowded with lowlifes simply trying to get drunk among the piles of refuse lining the dirty corridors.

A hanging wall screen blared with the latest news, the smiling image of Bea Ja'tol filling the screen as the low end bar patrons drank at the bar, its long surface of pitted metal stained and rusted. A few gambling machines sat at the end, their blinking lights constantly shifting while a few Turians tried their pathetic luck at winning.

"In today's news, The Systems Alliance has reached a complete deadlock in their parliament, the issue of opening immigration to the Coalition highly contested. Supporters of the treaty say it will bridge the two branches of humanity while their detractors only see the Seran's as a fascist government that attack the rights of historically marginalized groups. The Seran ambassador has thrown his support behind the proposal, working with his counterpart to try and reach viable terms for both" Smiling, the image of the Asari reporter flickered across the old screen, the image slightly buzzing with static before stabilizing. "Other items of interest are the coming deployment of Turian military forces to Pandora. Established as a 'Mutual Colonial Defense Force' the Hierarchy will be working along side the Coalition to protect colonists from the hostile lifeforms of the planet and any incursion of Batarian pirates. They are expected to be planetside by the start of the new year…"

Balak heard enough as the babbling bitch continued about some fluff pieces, praising the opening of trade with the Coalition and the increasing availability of Terran'cats' whatever those were. Leaving the empty drink on the bar, the Batarian walked out, knowing his meeting time was approaching. Bumping into a drunk Turian, he growled while passing through the doorway, his feet taking him to Afterlife.

Walking past a few towering Krogan guarding the door, he noticed one of them holding a Seran Lancer rifle, the chainsaw bayonet a deadly addition to the rifle.

"You never told me how you managed to get one of those" The first asked, the large alien holding an Avalanche Shotgun close to his chest.

"Jealous? Yeah, my younger cousin served with the Gears. Sent me one as a gift. He even invited me to work on his silk farm once he gets it up and running. Females love silk clothing and he'll be rich" The krogan laughed with his partner as Balak left them behind.

Striding through the entrance way, the future terrorist instantly hated the club, his four eyes trying to block out the assault to his vision.

Pulsing, throbbing dance music ebbed under flaring lights of blue, red and yellow, the Asari cage dancers flaunting their bodies as patrons crowded the floor. A few Turians in a corner enjoyed a fresh dose of red sand with another Asari, none really caring who saw in the den of Aria.

Others drank, the heavy alcohol making the mercs loose lipped with a few other Asari looking for an easy lay.

Balak ignored them all, The Batarian too filled with hate. He hated the Council. He hated the ruling species that dictated his people were nothing more than slavers. But…oh…he loathed humans. Serans too. To him, they were one and the same. A race of two eyed inferiors that needed to be shackled.

Finding an empty booth in the corner, he ordered a drink from one of the server girls, her uniform showing far too much skin, even for an Asari. She returned a minute later, her tired smile hiding any true feelings she felt.

Gulping down his green drink of glowing booze, the Batarian grunted while studying the new found maps of the COG on his omni-tool. "So many worlds filled with those fucking Serans. Those butchers" Growling at the hatred he felt for those two eyed aliens, he would like nothing more than to see their homeworld burn once again under a Batarian fleet.

How he wanted to take a ship…even his rusting bucket of a corvette to punish the COG. But he knew better than that. Every day brought new information about the Coalitions abilities, and their border was becoming very secure.

"That damned Border Sensor Array, tracking every vessel that comes near. I'd be discovered before reaching any target" Curling his fists, Balak ordered another drink as he continued to wait for his contact with raging thoughts flowing inside his head.

"But the Terrans…they're weaker. They have worlds ripe with colonists for slavery. But the damn Hegemony had to sign that treaty!" It was a wholly vile insult to his people…how his government simply rolled over after a few setbacks.

"Something needs to be done. Many of the old caste hate this new system. Those of higher birth need to lead the inferiors" Uttering the words, the rage-fueled male was momentarily surprised when a Salarian slid into his booth, the slender alien a flail of jitters.

Balak knew the alien was an addict, the red sand making him desperate for income as his eyes darted back and forth with rapidity.

"I…I…I have the plans. Here! They…they didn't notice!" Sliding across the data chip with those wonderfully advanced engine upgrades the Council stole from the Toads, Balak took it, scanning it into his omni-tool. Grunting with approval as the designs sprung across the screen, he slid his own chip filled with digital credits across the table toward the twitching, Salarian addict.

Frankly, if anybody saw them, nobody would care. This was Omega after all. The only type of law here was Aria, and she didn't give a fuck about smuggling, drug trades, or piracy.

Although, she did forbid any raids against the Coalition. Even she could recognize what they would do if provoked into attacking this station.

"All…all my credits are here?" the slender alien asked with a rapid flow of words, his hands trembling.

"Yeah. Go on, get yourself a drink" Balak suggested as he stood, his task done. Leaving the twitching addict, he really didn't care what the Salarian did now.

Walking toward the docking bay, Balik needed to get this data to every ship, every pirate to make hell for the humans…to bring death and suffering to the Alliance…to ruin Coalition vessels and maybe…just maybe burn Pandora while getting rich on slaves.

Of course, Balik really didn't care about slaves. He wanted revenge. He wanted to see the galaxy burn and this was the first step.

Entering the airlock, his ship was an old corvette, barely worthy of the name. Dirty with numerous repairs that made it look like a half built monstrosity, the vessel sat silent among the dockyard. While capable of holding ten crew when it was new, the ship was empty, barely able to support Balak and his mission.

Striding past a half disassembled console, he sat at the pilot seat, his body surrounded by several touch screens stained with streaks of ancient grime. Activating his comms, the Batarian uploaded the acquired technology, sending it to every pirate, slaver and contact he had.

In time, his people would upgrade, unleashing a fresh hell upon all the humans…all the innocents that dare to spit on his people. Frowning, his four eyes narrowed with disgust…hatred, the male knowing that he had just fired the first shot against his tormentors.

"But…it won't be enough. Not yet"

He needed something…a bigger ship. Something that would make people fear his name…to beg for mercy. Glancing out the nearest window of the tiny bridge toward the infinite cosmos, he knew there was something out there…something that would make his desire for destruction and revenge come to fruition.

Unknown System. Caliphate Loyalist Fleet. 19th of Sorrow, 424 A.E.

Five hundred and ninety three vessels remerged from F.T.L. their position at the systems edge unnoticed by the cosmos. Hanging serenely, they would seek mineral resources and fuel, using what they could find to secure their future.

The assembled fleet of transports, supply ships, and naval vessels had fled…burning across thousands of light years for the last ten months, fearing total destruction. Fleeing the Seran filth…the traitor Bo'klar and his forces that had been corrupted by alien thought, the surviving leadership of the church had done the only thing feasible.

They ran. They ran with everything they could muster to ensure that the word of Klorta would never be extinguished. Not by the Coalition. Nor the Council or those…Republican traitors that had risen with their polluted ideals.

Supreme Priest Sev'rik sat in his chair among the bridge crew, the captain of the lone, surviving battleship sitting calmly next to him as the underlings performed their assigned tasks. With a pure pedigree of green scales and the upbringing associated with his bloodline, Sev'rik had assumed command of the people.

Unfortunately, he had lost most of his wealth during the evacuation, but he still had his bond mate and hatchlings. Silken robes and gems were hardly worth it compared to the sanctity of life and their future generations.

He held no delusions of what had befallen their homeworld and vaunted leadership. Giving a small prayer, the Klor'vian closed his eyes in remembrance. "May Klorta bless Y'larv with a glorious death in battle to preserve life. To be captured would be a fate worse than death" Blinking his eyes open, the vertical slits surrounded by a reptilian face let the thoughts of Y'larv fade. Casting his scrutinizing gaze across the bridge, the crew kept up their tasks.

None complained or showed traitor ideals. After all, they were true followers of Klorta and his righteous war against those deemed inferior.

Gazing through the bridge window, the distant star of this system burned bright, a warm glow among the desolate void as the fleet slowly moved forward past the hanging orb of a gas giant with swirls of purple and red.

A male at sensors stirred, the reptilian turning in his chair. "Supreme priest. Sensors are picking up a planet in the habitable zone"

"Really? Now that is very interesting. Order a scout ship to advance to determine its candidacy for a colony" Entwining his fingers while humidity basked in the bridge, Sev'rik waited patiently.

Yes, they had encountered a few barely habitable worlds on their journey, but all of them would have been very poor candidates. Too hot…too cold while one had an atmosphere clogged with spores.

The survey team had succumbed to madness on that particular world, killing each other over a live feed as their scales became covered in red polyps.

But perhaps Klorta would smile on them today.

Minutes passed, the lone destroyer sliding across the system on sublight engines toward the planet in question.

"We are receiving telemetry" A male officer relayed with a harsh tone, his clawed fingers bringing up a holographic image of the planet.

It was green and lush, a single supercontinent stretching from north-east to south-west across the equator while a life bearing ocean gave off a serene blue. The southern tip of the lone continent almost touched the southern pole of ice, but a minor passage of ocean separated the two. There appeared to be a few minor deserts near a towering mountain range along the western coast, but they were minimal in size compared to vast forests, jungles and grasslands cut by flowing rivers and sizable lakes.

"Send a survey team immediately. If its safe for our people, we will take this world and use it to rebuild our strength. After all, the galaxy has fallen to the Seran Horde"

Standing from his seat while his yellowed eyes narrowed vertically, Sev'rik promised retribution…revenge as the fleet moved forward, intent on settling New Klorta for their god and species.

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Codex Update: Serans

Home Planet: Sera

Total Population: Approximately 2.5 Billion (Across all colonies)

The latest species to emerge onto the galactic scene, Serans are an extreme oddity. From sharing numerous similarities with humans of Earth to having a culture in tune with Turian sensibilities and battle rage near Krogan levels, the Serans are either loathed, respected, hated, or admired depending on the group.

History: The Seran people, like many species were no strangers to war on their home planet. Thousands of years of conflict consumed their world, leading to the rise and fall of empires, countries and cultures. Several world spanning conflicts took place during the ages of iron, musket, and flight, the most notable the Pendulum Wars. A conflict lasting seventy nine years, several hundred million died during this war, surpassing even the worst conflicts of the Terrans. However, this paled in comparison to Emergence Day. Commonly referred to by Serans as 'E-Day' or 'The Locust War' this conflict saw nearly ninety nine percent of their species perish against a secondary, subterranean species known only as 'The Locust Horde' While victory was achieved in 17 A.E., the devastation, loss, and destruction is still felt to this day.

Culture and Entertainment: Like many Terrans and other species, Serans enjoy many of the same forms of entertainment. Novels, video cinema, games and friendships are a standard affair with several exceptions. Thrashball is nearly universally loved by all, a sporting event that tests strength, accuracy, endurance, and skill.

Ironically, it's very similar to American Football, but that sport of Earth fell in popularity nearly a century ago due to rising social issues.

As for culture, Serans share far more similarities with Turians, their society far more militaristic than the System Alliance.

Notable holidays include V-L Day, Emergence Day, The Renewal of Brume, Allfathers Day, and the Day of Harvest.

Warfare Doctrine: The Coalition is extremely brutal in their regards to war, mainly due to the fact they bombarded their home planet following E-Day. Any and all military strategies are employed for victory, including orbital bombardment of civilian population centers. And while the Citadel forces need special approval for such action, it should be noted the COG is not restricted in that regard. Coupled with their tactic to bring massed firepower against a foe and the earned respect of the Turians, war against the Serans carries the risk of extreme devastation.

Technology: The Serans have discovered and developed several technologies thought impossible just a handful of years ago. The most prominent is the Slip Space drive. Able to bypass relay clusters, defenses, and increase the size of warships to staggering amounts through the use of fusion engines, this technology represents a fundamental shift in future research by Citadel scientists.

Coupled with advanced terraforming techniques, energy production without the use of Element Zero, medicine, genetics, and developed artificial intelligence, the Seran people should be given due respect for their scientific advancement. If one considered the state of their civilization a mere four hundred years ago, their rise is astronomical.

Well, I think that should do it! Sorry for taking so long, work has been brutal. I just finished a 75 hour week and damn that is exhausting!

Also, it should be noted that diplomacy, government functions are not my strong suit. I'm sure actual government dealings, diplomatic meetings, treaties are far more detailed. So be cool about it. And yes…this is a slower chapter. Sorry about that, cant have war in every single update. Also, any possible immigration from Earth is up in debate right now (In story) It's contested and both sides want something to benefit them. Honestly, I might just abandon the issue with the exception of Pandora since it's the odd world.

Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

The Happy