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.

26. Chapter 25: Storm War

Well, here I am with another chapter for Rising From the Embers! Have to say I'm actually surprised that as of this sentence, the last chapter has attained 38 reviews! That's insane! Previous record was twelve I think so this was awesome! But for what happens in this chapter, the Salarians say sorry, the Serans and locust shake hands and everybody becomes best friends! Hah!

Anyway, onto the story!

Chapter 25: The Storm War

System CG-1184-b Twenty three light years from the Salarian Border

The super red giant was a roiling ball of gas, baking the lone, dead airless planet in lethal levels of heat and radiation. Tumbling rocks of stellar debris floated among the system, some falling into the gravity well of the star as it pulsed with stellar flares.

Located a mere few hours from the North-Eastern border of the Salarian Union, the star system and its stellar neighbors were two hundred light years away from the closest mass relay, leaving the entire sector uninhabited.

The closest Salarian outpost was eighty nine lightyears away, and that was a simple monitoring outpost with barely a dozen personnel.

Twenty six hundred and thirteen vessels floated among the far reaches of the system, a combined force of the fourth and fifth fleets, along with a full contingent of supply ships, troop transports, repair vessels and escorts.

Having traveled Eastward along the galactic arm, the naval forces of the Coalition bypassed the K.S.R. then turned northward into the relatively unexplored expanse of stars. Traveling nearly two weeks, the assault force then turned Westward, heading toward the border of the Salarian Union while bypassing Asari territory that extended northward.

With the newly upgraded slipspace drives allowing one hundred fifteen light years per day, the travel time had been cut in half for the combined fleets. Something that would be a vast surprise not only to the Salarians, but others as well.

Still, the last three days had been spent running drills, the massive strike force simply waiting for the initiation of conflict.

At the head of the combined fleet, Ephyra floated among the silent cold, the warship was surrounded by escorts that comprised a mixture of Cruisers, Destroyers, and twin Battleships.

Still under the command of Admiral Adrian Trescu, Ephyra was the pinnacle of military power for the fifth fleet, the monitor class warship stretching two point one miles in length surrounded by its guardians as the vessels began to orient themselves for slipspace.

Standing at the holo-table, Trescu was silent, his thoughts brooding as the nearby crewmen and officers went about their duties.

"War. Once again…we are at war. Not only against a galactic power, but the locust as well" Reigning in his inner anger, the war hero and officer made little movement as his gaze fell upon the proposed angle of attack.

Two main arrows of advancement breached the Salarian Union, with the fifth fleet taking the prominent route toward Dagnes. Admiral Carmine would follow, her task ensuring the supply and transport's were adequately protected. Unfortunately, the target system was nearly six thousand light years past the border, the Annos Basin holding the Rothila system and the infected colony of Dagnes.

In a way, Admiral Trescu was jealous of the near instant travel between the relays, but the bottlenecks they presented was far more of a disadvantage. It would still take approximately forty five days of travel via slipspace, but they had planned for that.

However, he didn't know if the Salarians would fight, avoid confrontation, or if the other members of the Council would come to their aid. All he knew was that the locust were back, and needed eradication. Turning his gaze toward the floating cube, Von continued his calculations of the estimated path the fleets would take.

"Von? Are we ready?"

The cube floated a bit higher, the left side flickering yellow as the A.I. spoke. "Yes. As of ten minutes ago, the declaration of war was delivered to the Salarian Union"

"Very well" Adjusting his tunic of trimmed gold and midnight black, the admiral grunted as the bridge seemed to bathe in the terrible red of the nearby star. Pulsing like blood, it fell upon his crew as he strode to the center. Clasping his hands behind his back, Adrian Trescu was a pinnacle of military service as his features remained stoic.

"Prepare the fleet for slipspace. Rothila System"

With his orders given, a few brief minutes passed before twenty six hundred slip space ruptures appeared in the void. Swirling with blues, purples and crackles of exotic particles, the warships of the Coalition entered, their path to war begun.

Widow System, Presidium Tower

Councilor Valern had already fled to his office, no doubt initiating contact with the Salarian homeworld at this horrific turn of events while Procus was already marching to his own chambers to communicate the situation with the Hierarchy.

Suddenly sitting alone, Tevos tried to think…to reason as her hands continued to shake with the horrible realization that…the locust had returned. That one of the pillars of galactic civilization had revived them, and… "No, there has to be a mistake. Somewhere. This has to be…" Pushing down her mental thoughts, Tevos initiated communications with Chairman Diaz, the councilor hoping the leader of the Coalition would answer.

Turning her attention to the holographic form that rippled into existence among a flare of blue and white pixels along the left side of the chamber, Izabel Diaz stood, her stance firm while her features seemed stiff.

"Councilor Tevos. I had a feeling you would be calling"

"Chairman. Please tell me that your people have made a mistake, that this is some horrific joke by some…some terrorists or something! The galaxy just fought a war a mere handful of years ago!" Surprised by how desperate her voice sounded, Tevos tried to reign it in as Diaz remained stoic.

"There is no mistake. The Salarians…Your allies broke their own laws, broke the Onyx Accords and REVIVED OUR MOST HATED ENEMY!" Shouting with a pointed finger, the stoic stance broke, only to be replaced by fury and rage. "You think I didn't weigh options! That I wanted to declare war against a galactic power! But no, the Salarian's lied, they proved their dishonor the moment their agent's procured locust remains in the Hollow!"

Tevos regained a beat, the Council's mental process finally rebooting from the initial shock as she leaned across her podium, the image no doubt transmitted across the gulf of stars. "How do I know you have the proof! For all we know, your people could have infiltrated or done this as some false flag operation!"

Diaz's features scrunched into a scowl, the anger still there as her gaze glowered. "You really think my government would revive the horde, then dump them on some backwards colony across the galaxy? Despite the fact that the Locust are now rampaging across Dagnes deep in the Salarian Union?" Voice lowered, Diaz took a deep breath, reigning in her fury. Slowly lifting a hand, Izabel took another deep breath to calm herself. "Councilor Tevos. As we speak, D.N.I. agents are presenting our findings with your embassy, along with the Turians, Terrans, and the other's. The Salarian Embassy has already been raided, all files and computers seized while the staff has been placed under arrest"

"The council will expect full transparency on this matter, Chairman. Asari, Turian and Terran inclusion every step of the way" Her tone had regained some of its steel, Tevos knowing she had to be firm with the Seran.

"You would think that the revival of the locust would be evidence enough" Voice cold, Izabel's gaze matched the tone, but she kept it tempered as she slowly clasped her hands behind her back. "Inform your embassy staff to select two investigators to assist. My government will accommodate during the continued investigation…not that it's needed to find their guilt. Now if you'll excuse me, I have enemies to crush"

Not waiting for permission to end the transmission, Izabel faded in a flurry of pixels while Tevos promptly made another call, this time to the Asari Ambassador, Sasri D'nato.

In moments, the ambassador appeared, the pixels flowing once more as the Asari appeared. Clearly frenzied and disturbed, the female absentmindedly pressed her dress, the style rampant on the Seran homeworld.

"Councilor Tevos. I was just about to call you about the situation. This…this is terrible"

"Indeed. But we cannot be frozen by shock nor fear" Pausing for a few moments, Tevos pushed onward. "I have just spoken with the Chairman. She has promised transparency with her government and the Council to find those responsible"

"It may already be too late for that. The Seran's have already raided the Salarian embassy the moment they declared war. To say it was a shock to my staff is an understatement when we found out in the last few minutes"

Tevos knew it was true. After all, war had been declared. "Nevertheless, I want you to select two members of your staff to participate in the investigations. The other embassy staffs will be included of course, but all evidence will be shared immediately, understand Ambassador?"

"Of course, Councilor. I will inform you of any news when it becomes available"

The communication ended, leaving Tevos alone in the sprawling chamber. Rubbing her temples, the Asari leaned back in her chair. "Has Kralla returned? The demon of misfortune? What do I do if the Salarians are the true culprit…this…this could break the Council" Voice soft, it was a nightmare scenario and one that seemed more and more likely.

Palaven, Hierarch Unification Tower, One hour later.

Nighttime had fallen on the capital city, the silver glow of the oceans diminished as the sprawl of civilization burned with electricity and a never ending surge of commerce, trade and workers.

But Primarch Bructis Darril didn't care about the view, nor the beauty of the night sky beyond the tower's walls. Instead, he was angry…no furious as he stared down the table at the assembled advisors, generals, and naval officers.

"Just what in the…SPIRITS HAVE THE SALARIAN'S DONE!?" Slamming his fist upon the table, the Primarch wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

General Calmus stirred, the female officer and respected warrior gaining a swift approval to speak from her superior. "Primarch. By all measures, the Salarians have broken galactic law reviving the locust horde. Dagnes is well within their territory, making it virtually impossible for any exterior group to plant them in the hollow of the planet. But not only that, they broke the Onyx Accords and risk pulling us into conflict with the Serans over a blatant crime they caused"

Admiral Decmus Linsis leaned forward, joining the briefing. "Reports are unconfirmed right now due to the Salarians initiating a communications blackout, but the locust might have taken over some warships in their initial attack which implies they now have spaceflight capabilities"

Murmurs of discontent, even anger arose from several Turians, their disgust at the situation palpable in the sprawling briefing room.

"What options are on the table?" Bructis asked, his gaze still reeling with fury.

"I believe we should place our colonies along the Salarian border on high alert while moving our fleets into position. The Seran's have no doubt already launched a strike, but due to the distances and their lack of Relay's, it will take several months for them to reach Dagnes"

"Of course, but what will we do about the Salarians? Because if this isn't some misguided agent…if this was approved by their government, we will have to accept the possibility of voting them out of the Council"

The Primarch's words hung in the air like a bad taste, the implications for the galaxy unraveling by the minute.

"Reviving the locust…unleashing them among the galaxy. It has the potential to be worse than the Geth" General Calmus stated, her gaze narrowed. "We all know the history. The Serans lost billions putting those monsters down. If we side with the Salarians on this, not only would we destroy any goodwill we have, but it would be dishonorable"

Murmurs filled the room, the officers finding the possibility of dishonor distasteful at best.

The image of Councilor Procus flickered, the holo-pedestal set into the table small, but efficient. "Primarch. The political fallout is already a disaster. If we had any chance to bring in the Serans as a full member, the Salarians just killed it with their blatant, and if I'm honest, continued disregard for law and order. After all, it was a short few years ago that they nearly caused a war, breeching Coalition territory"

"I'm well aware, Councilor. Please get to the point" Voice short, Darril had little patience today.

"If we vote them out with the support of the Asari, which is very likely despite the early investigations of our embassy personnel, the Council will need to fill the void or risk collapsing entirely. I suggest the Terrans, Volus, and Hanar as a third, fourth, and a fifth tie-breaking seat"

"Which has the potential to push the Serans into an alliance with the Krogan, or even the Quarians. But your correct Councilor, the Salarians will need to pay for their crimes. No longer will the galaxy look the other way, this is too much" Clasping his fingers, the weight of authority filled the room. "Our course is clear. We will not assist the Salarian Union in a war they started. We will protect Turian and Asari assets from locust incursion while working with the Serans on establishing a line of evidence. If the situation changes, I expect to be informed immediately" Standing up, the meeting ended as the Hierarchy made their own, softer moves on the galactic stage.

Crescent Nebula, Tasale System, Illium 4th of Storm, 428 A.E.

A lush, garden world settled centuries ago, Illium had the fortune of becoming a vital trade post between the Asari Republics and the vast wilderness of the Terminus Systems, the Hegemony, and now…the Coalition. Located a short eighty light years from the border, the newly established trade route flowed from New Vectes, Vasgarnia and the interior of the COG toward the teeming development of Illium.

Home to nearly one hundred million, the second planet of the Tasale system was dotted with sprawling cities, rampant forests of lush greens, rivers, snow capped mountains, and oceans filled with abundant aquatic life. Countless trade vessels flowed toward the orbital stations, or in some cases, the nearby moon that acted as a stabilizer to the tides.

Nos Astra was bustling, the swarms of sentient species a vast mixture as the city experienced the falling of daylight. Skyscrapers glowed with lights as air traffic darted between the monoliths, the hum of engines a pleasant background of noise as street level stores and businesses began to switch to neon lighting, a plethora of greens, blues and blinking signs advertising nearly everything imaginable.

Astras Glow was a drinking establishment a few short minutes from the T'meer Spaceport, and thus, received a wide variety of customers.

Having already unloaded a full load of Vectes Rum, Dani Strassland had decided to take in the local nightlife as this was the first time she had been on an alien world. Sitting at the middle of the bar, the Seran with white hair and pink highlights had already ordered a drink, some fruity concoction that glowed emerald. Flanked by two Asari, Dani glanced around, finding relatively few humans in the bar. Most were Asari, but a healthy mixture of Turians and Salarians mingled, along with a few Drell.

"I'm probably the only Seran on the whole planet. Or at the very least, the only one in this city" Sipping her drink, Dani looked up at one of the flatscreens, the commercial for some makeup product favored by Asari.

Suddenly flickering, the image on multiple screens was replaced the image of an Asari newcaster, the alien female wearing a light pink tunic while her skin tone was a deep purple. Appearing nervous, the reporter's eyes brimmed.

"I…I am Hanae T'mare of Nos Astra news. C…confirmed reports are coming in from the council that war has broken out between the Coalition of Ordered Governments and the Salarian Union" Pressing a hand to her ear, she leaned to the left over her desk, then regained her composure. "We…we have just uploaded a transmission directly from the Chairman Diaz and her government"

In unison, the screens turned black, then showed the image of the familiar chairman standing behind a podium, the banner of the Coalition waving behind her. Wearing a somber, black dress, Izabel appeared to be dour…almost with sorrow as she placed her hands on the podium before her.

"My fellow citizens of the COG…we have been betrayed. We opened our home to the Salarians…traded with them, fought next to them during the war…yet they took that hospitality and…REVIVED THE LOCUST HORDE! OUR GREATEST ENEMY REVIVED BY SPIES! BY A GOVERNEMENT THAT WANTS US BOWING TO THEM!" Slamming her fist down, Izabel's eyes burned like coals, the rage palpable. "They infiltrated our archeological sites which we opened in the name of cooperation!…secured locust remains and using illegal genetic research, revived the Horde! Even as we speak, those monsters broke free and butcher the inhabitants of Dagnes! But we will not falter! As a species, we will ensure that these…abominations are put down! That the locust will be exterminated once more!" Lifting her hand to the air, the flag fluttered behind her, the gear flowing. "My fellow Serans! It is our duty to destroy this ancient enemy! An enemy revived by a so called 'great' nation of the stars! Stand with our brave Gears! Our men and women that will once again plunge into the cauldron of war! For Sera! And all her colonies!"

Once again fading to the reporter, the Asari was clearly disturbed as she leaned off camera, trying to get answers from some unknown behind the scene. "Is this true!? The locust are revived? Th…Everyone…" Quickly realizing she needed to address the audience, Hanae tried to hide her obvious discomfort. "Our media outlet…we have just acquired the latest visual files from Dagnes"

Fresh images flooded the multitude of flat screens hanging above the bar, a nightmare scenario of locust gunning down Salarians in an orgy of slaughter, violence and warfare. Bodies littered the streets of some unknown city as several structures burned as a six legged behemoth marched down a wide boulevard, supporting dozens of locust drones in their conquest.

"No fucking way…no fucking way anybody would be that stupid to bring those monsters back…" Forgetting her drink, Dani stood up, nearly bumping over a nearby Asari. Grabbed by the alien, the other female grasped hard as a semblance of fear and anger tried to take control.

"Your Seran right? Will the locust reach Illium!?" Clearly dreading the possibility, the Asari was shaken off by Dani who simply sprinted toward the exit.

Leaving the bar, she could already feel the dredges of suspicion in the air as a few nearby Turians started to push a Salarian around, demanding answers. "Hey, what did your people do!?"

"Please stop harassing me. I don't even know why you're angry?" Clearly nervous and flustered, the city worker was pushed by another Turian from behind. "Don't lie. We just saw the broadcasts. Your government revived the locust you dishonorable worm!" Pushing again, the Salarian fell to the pavement, and started to receive several kicks from the attackers.

Turning left down the boulevard, Dani ran to the spaceport as a few fights broke out, the victims Salarian. A random gunshot sounded in a store, along with a scream. Not bothering to stop, the cargo hauler knew…she knew deep in her mind that returning to Coalition territory was for the best.

Looking over her shoulder as more violence began to ebb, Dani ran faster as several police officers ran past, the situation continuing to disintegrate as the news spread across the planet and soon…the galaxy.

Sera, New Ephyra…several hours later

Rain doused the capital of the Coalition, pelting the streets, citizens and the roadways in a cold, seasonal storm. Now past the bitter cold of winter, the planet was moving toward the warmer months once more. But for now, it was rain, dreary clouds, and rumbles of thunder as the city's inhabitants murmured with hidden rage at what the Salarians had done.

Half a mile away from the row of embassies that stretched along the diplomatic row, the wide boulevard of Halycon Avenue and Fourteenth Street intersected. Surrounded by several medium sized high rises, office structures, and apartment buildings, the corner building was dull, gray, and clearly designed to withstand assault. Standing six stories tall, the police station had become the focal point as numerous Onyx Guards kept a vigil, their armor keeping the men and women sealed from the elements.

Police officers had secured the Salarian Embassy, mainly to prevent rioters or misguided citizens from torching the structure despite it being completely empty.

But for the most part, the city kept thrumming along as commerce, industry and life moved on under a new galactic conflict.

Having taken over several rooms along the top floor, D.N.I. officers, in conjunction with the Turians, Asari and Terrans, poured over electronic documents, messages, and even the rare parchment of paper seized just days before.

Sitting at a desk in a windowless room, Decudia Ramidus sat, the female Turian seated next to one of the Asari, and several Serans. Her facial plates were mainly a dull gray with several hints of silver, which caused her emerald eyes to be more distinctive among several red markings across her left cheek.

A mid level functuary for the embassy, she had taken great pride in the vaunted posting to the Seran homeworld.

The battle sites, the ruins of vast cities and the abundant wildlife had made her posting a working vacation, something her brother was extremely jealous of.

Of course, that was before the newest war, arrests of allies, and the nightmare of the locust return. Having been presented with the abundant evidence of from the D.N.I. it was starting to look worse and worse by the minute.

Video recordings from cloaked Jack-bots had clearly shown several archeological assistants procuring locust samples, often without the knowledge of the field archeologists who were simply going about their tasks in the Hollow.

Decudia felt nauseous that a trusted ally had done this, but the visual evidence had been verified, rechecked, and verified again not only be herself, but a dozen individuals from four different planets.

It was damning already, yet the Council wanted more.

"I think I found something"

Looking over at the Asari, Decudia waited as several investigators gathered around. Holding up the simple parchment, it was extremely out of place among the use of advanced computers, tablets and omni tools….which made it suspicious in itself that the embassy would even use such means, especially for the tech savvy Salarians.

Bera H'tal read the document, her breathing short as her vastly purple skin tone seemed to lighten…much like how a human would lose the coloring from their face. "It's a message from an Agent Lonok. Orders to procure samples, but it doesn't specify what kind. It's addressed to a Boran Udinal"

"He's on the embassy staff list. Bring him to Interrogation Room Two" Turning, the D.N.I. agent simply left, the slender, balding man so plain looking it made most simply forget that he was in the room at all.

Unleashing another sigh as she stood, Decudia would need to be included, along with several others.

Standing in the room next to interrogation, Decudia was among another half dozen individuals as they stared through the glass. It was one way, something that was prevalent not only among the Serans, but nearly all species.

Seated in the next room was Boran Udinal, the slender alien of dull red handcuffed to the table. Across from him, two agents of the D.N.I. sat, the men stoic and unassuming.

"This is outrageous! Coalition has broken galactic law protecting embassy staff from harassment and arrest! Will be informing my government of mistreatment and false imprisonment!" Speaking rapidly with obvious anger, the alien tried to squirm out of the restraints, but failed as the left Seran male slid the simple parchment across the table.

"You were ordered to procure samples. Locust samples for the direct purpose of genetic revival. Admit your guilt and role in this new war, and the rest of the Salarian Embassy will be guaranteed safe passage to your border's"

Boran squirmed, his slender features showing anger and confusion. "Preposterous!

Folding his hands, the agent on the right barely moved, his face displaying nothing. "Hardly. Crimes include the breaking of the Onyx Accords, illegal genetic research, and allying with our greatest enemy. The Salarian colony of Dagnes now burns under the locust bootheel, an event caused by you" Pointing a slender finger, the agent then went silent as Boran's eyes flickered, the realization starting to seep into his mind.

"R...Ridiculous! The Council will not stand by this aggression or lies!"

The left agent barely moved forward, the man having a rather hawkish nose, narrow lips and beady eyes. Bald, he was unattractive, but that didn't matter for this moment. "In all likelihood, the Asari and Turians will at best, simply vote your species off the council for this blatant act of…frankly, detestable research. At worst, they will join in the war to prevent the Locust Horde from spreading. Several million have died in the last few days, and you…your clan will bear responsibility. Of course, if you were acting alone, the Udinal house will not bear the blame for the coming losses…just you. Tell us what we want to know"

Defeat appeared in his eyes, Boran finally realizing the horrors of his actions. Bowing his head, the slender alien spoke. "I was contacted by some agents of the Special Tasks Group. I don't know their names, only that I was ordered to procure genetic materials of varying locust classes. Seeing as I didn't have the necessary skills in archeology or related fields to gain access to the hollow, I enlisted an assistant to Doctor Purji to find some…he was successful" Rapidly shaking his head, Boran was nearly apologetic. "Raelar Purji not included in deception. Too focused on procuring archeological finds such as ancient weapons, items and tools for museum on Sur'kesh. I only enlisted one. If there were others, I was not aware"

"Spirits…the S.T.G. actually planned on reviving the horde…" Decudia said in a hollowed whisper, the Turian experiencing a range of horror, shock and betrayal.

"Even if it was some rogue cell, what benefit could they have seen to reviving such a brutal race?" Bera H'tal added, her own vocal tone haunted by the final realization, that the link had been found…that someone or some group in the Salarian government…approved this course of action and failed espionage. Placing a hand against her temple, the Asari felt weak in the knees as she tried to make sense of it all. "Goddess…what will happen now?" Falling forward, she felt sick to her stomach as the interrogation ended in the next room with the final link of evidence in place.

Sol System, Earth, Boston, 5th of Storm, 428 A.E.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Snatching several canned goods from the store shelf, Bobby McGill threw them in the cart as his three children and wife scrambled with water, other dried food stuff's and supplies. Around them, other looters grabbed what they could, some fighting over dried pasta, soft drinks or other foods. Pushing the cart, Bobby ran to the double doors of the grocery store as the normal staff were absent, the employees stealing what the could before it got worse. Sprinting toward their car, Hanna McGill practically threw the kids inside as riots engulfed the city.

Harried, scared and desperate, the rather skinny housewife flinched as several gunshots rang nearby, mixed with the ebb of sirens. "Get in the car, Bobby!" Taking her seat, her husband was behind the wheel in moments as several looters approached the vehicle, violence in their eyes as they hefted clubs to steal what the family just stole themselves.

Aiming for them, Bobby McGill ran one over in a desperate attempt to leave the parking lot, only to narrowly miss a collision with another vehicle that swerved into a nearby store.

"All citizens return to your homes. This is an order by the Boston Police Department. Repeat, all citizens return to your homes" Bellowing from several flying drones, the warning rang out as people ran in the streets, often looting businesses, or in some cases, causing rampant destruction.

Bobby McGill ignored the warning, the chunky redhead of thirty eight years not exactly handsome or gifted in athletics, but compensated by a kind heart, and an education in plumbing. Yanking the wheel to the right, the city seemed to be tearing itself apart as several teenagers ran about, a few throwing rocks and debris and passing cars.

"THE LOCUST ARE GOING TO KILL US ALL!" Laughing in desperation, one of the teens threw a rock at the McGill family car, the crack spiderwebbing across the windshield as the hoodlums ran off to cause more mayhem.

"We just have to get out of the city. My brother lives in Lexington. We'll be safe at his house. Honey? You have the gun, right?" Asking with worry, the frazzled, but still moderately attractive brunette nodded in response, pulling the weapon from the glovebox.

"Dad? Are the locust going to come to Earth and kill us?" Luther asked, the twelve year old boy clearly trying to be brave for his two younger siblings.

"Not if I can help it" Swerving around a burning wreck in the road, the McGill's were one of thousands of scared, terrified families in Boston as the city teemed and burned under the flare of panic, discord and misinformation.

New York, Dallas, Chicago…Paris, Kiev, Manila…Dozens of cities experienced the grip of fear as the news of the revived Locust Horde broke across the galaxy, causing the Prime Minister of the Systems Alliance, Jacob Ackelson to deploy military units to quell the ongoing riots that enflamed the populace of Earth and the inner colonies.

Dagnes Colony, Heloni 6th of Storm, 428 A.E.

Destruction and ruin had ravaged the capital city of the colony, the locust having swept outward in a path of butchery, war and violence.

In a mere five days, nearly a full quarter of the planetary population had been massacred, the air filled with the stench of death, soot and ash from numerous fires. Rubble choked several streets, the structures of several apartments blown outward in the initial assault. Security and military forces had been decimated in the first two days, leaving helpless civilians at the mercy of the horde.

Some were killed, simply butchered. But others were captured, the locust using them as slaves to load several dozen captured ships. Most were simply trade vessels or civilian craft, but the locust would not waste anything they took.

For they knew war was coming, and they needed to survive.

A rifle butt cracked into the Salarian prisoner, the young male collapsing across the pavement. Strewn with rubble, corpses, and rampant ruin, the wide boulevard had partially collapsed due to a nearby emergence hole.

"Keep working, worm! Kicking the prisoner harshly, a locust troop expected compliance as he stood guard with a rifle, the enslaved prisoners hauling goods, supplies, and vital technology to the cargo ship. Having landed right in the middle of the wide boulevard, the vessels landing pylons had crushed several smaller structures…not that the horde cared.

A spew of gunshots rang nearby, cutting down three of the aliens in a harsh example.

"Hurry my brothers! Every minute wasted is a minute that could see our doom! We must spread to the stars in order to survive!" A Kantus bellowed, his voice like raw gravel. Standing upon a destroyed air transport, the company leader hissed at the slaves. Yellow eyes brimming with hatred, he felt no pity for the species, nor their feeble attempts to fight back.

Grunts of assent came from several nearby drones, the troopers watching hundreds of slaves labor under their harsh methods.

"Pl..please stop…" Begging for mercy, a female Salarian from a minor clan was simply shot, the body falling in the middle of the wide roadway near a charred aircar.

Echoes of battle came from the north of the slave site, the locust fighting desperate militias of Salarians simply trying to defend their homes.

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In high orbit of the colony, Carn stood at the holo table, the Varn acting as the impromptu flagship for the revived horde. The captured fleet was in station, keeping watch as more transport's flared, breaking from the gravity well of the planet.

They were laden with the cloning vats, bio matter for new Berserkers, Behemoths and Corpsers. Unfortunately, none of the vessels could accommodate such large creatures, nor would Carn risk one of the females breaking free in a renewed rage.

His face was illuminated, the pale, gray skin a harsh reminder of his monstrosity. Yellow eyes peered out, studying the galactic map as he slowly bared his sharpened teeth.

Taking a momentary glance at the nearby drones manning the stations, Carn was quite pleased that the vat born drones had been given the necessary skills while growing in the tanks.

It made securing warships that much easier.

"Now…where should we go?" Trailing his gaze across the galactic map, the Salarian Union was bordered by the Asari and Turians, both species no doubt aware of the locust at this time. To the direct south by several thousand light years was the galactic core, the roiling maw of countless stars, worlds and the monstrous super massive black hole that ate without mercy. To the north past the border was relatively unexplored space, the Relay network offering only a few clusters to reach.

Raising his finger, the sharp tip selected a southern sector along the central rim of the galaxy, the area rapidly zooming in an explosion of detail. Some worlds and systems were heavily settled, the clusters around numerous Mass Relays bearing centuries of development and colonization. However, there was a boundary with numerous dead systems categorized as ship graveyards, dumping grounds, or simply abandoned after the resources ran dry.

Those empty, worthless systems straddled the border, the Salarian territorial claims finally stopping at the roiling cauldron of countless systems that ringed the massive black hole.

An excellent place to build their strength.

A drone turned away from sensors, the creature rasping as the nearby screen pulsed with a light crimson.

"War master Carn. The last of the transports have been loaded and are leaving the surface as we speak. However, thousands of our brethren will remain trapped on the planet"

It was a blow to their species, but right now, the Locust simply didn't have the lifting capacity for all those below.

"It cannot be helped. They will remain to fight the Serans and buy us time. Their deaths will result in our survival" Voice devoid of mercy, Carn assessed his fleet, supplies and resources. In total, he only had ten warships of worth and an additional twenty three vessels that ranged from supply transports, mining vessels, or a few pleasure yachts. After all, this was a backwater world, not one of the heavily trafficked sectors of the galaxy.

"Communicate with the surface. They are to retreat into the caverns and wait for the invasion. Let the Seran's pay with blood and lives" Giving the order, he knew some wouldn't comply, but others would, and it would be enough. Returning his attention to the galaxy map, Carn finally made a decision.

"We will plot a course for the galactic core. None of the species dare venture there, giving us time to build our strength among the dumping grounds of the Salarians" Pausing his words, Carn highlighted some of the minor transports, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Order these vessels to spread…to bring ruin. They have the technology and resources to breed more of our kind, and it will sow panic among the weak"

His orders given, Carn simply waited as the piloting drones initiated commands, their fingers a flurry across hard light keypads.

In high orbit over Dagnes, five vessels angled themselves to galactic north, their engines suddenly flaring before entering FTL. A few minutes later, the remainder of the locust fleet did the same, the flare of engines suddenly a flash of light, leaving the colony of Dagnes in flames as the remaining horde continued their war against the Salarians.

The Citadel, 7th of Storm. 428 A.E.

Walking briskly down the hall to the central chamber, Councilor Valern felt extreme unease at the summons from his compatriots as the news seemed to get worse and worse by the day…by the hour. Numerous riots had broken out on several of the colonies, not only in Salarian space, but the Alliance as well.

He had heard of violent outbreaks on Illium as several hundred had been killed. Scowling, Valern blamed the Serans for that too. Chairman Diaz had ensured that she struck first, letting the public be swayed by fear of the locust.

And the war…it was only a few days old, but he suspected the COG had planned this…somehow.

Finally reaching the central chamber, he saw Tevos and Procus at their elevated seats, the two whispering about something before they fell silent. Taking another step to join them, Procus spoke with an aged weariness.

"Stop right there, Councilor"

Halting, Valern looked upward. "What is the meaning of this summons? The Salarian Union is under attack, yet our allies do nothing! If we are to emerge victorious, we will need the full might of the Co—"

"Silence!" Sharp and pointed, Tevos stared down at the Salarian, her gaze nearly furious. "You speak of alliance, yet you break our laws? Pervert scientific advancement to revive monsters!?" Standing up, the Asari pointed, her finger extended in accusation. "Our embassies just transmitted all the evidence to prove not only the Special Tasks Group, but the Salarian Union's desire to revive and enslave the locust horde for use against the Serans. The Coalition was more than open with everything pertaining to this…this abomination of trust!"

Procus rumbled, the Turian's own gaze like steel. "We've voted. The Salarian Union no longer holds a seat on this council, nor is an ally. Your species unleashed monsters upon the galaxy, and now, we have to clean it up"

Valern was taken aback, the shock boring through his mind. "This…Preposterous! You side with an upstart civilization over an alliance that lasted a thousand years!?" Throwing his hands wide in a chopping arc, the Councilor continued to rant. "What about the millions of Salarians on this station! Of research centers!? Trade!? We're entwined with the Council and yet you cast us aside!?" Words practically a blur, Valern didn't see the point in trying to remain calm or collected.

"That upstart civilization has mastered slipspace! Planetary Engineering and Artificial Intelligence! They have simply fought to survive! They have honor!" Striking the podium, the Turian wasn't done. "You revived the horde! You brought this war against the COG on yourselves!" Finally standing, the Turian summoned several C-Sec officers nearby. "Please escort the ex-councilor to his quarters. He will be allowed safe passage to the docks" Sneering in contempt, Procus sat down once more as Valern was escorted away.

"I'm retiring after this crisis passes. All this stress will kill me early if I persist on staying in this position"

Tevos rested her head in her palms, massaging her forehead against the stress. "I still can't believe they did this. Even if it was some Daltress on Sur'kesh pulling the strings, we had no choice in the matter. This wasn't some small assassination or border crossing…this could be just like the Geth, and we don't even know if they still exist"

"The Geth haven't done anything past the Perseus Veil in centuries and frankly, don't merit worry right now. However, I am going to recommend a few fleets to assist in exterminating the locust. Working with the COG on this matter will prove that our two species have retained honor and strength. I doubt it will warm them to becoming a seat on the Council, but it will keep us on good terms"

"What about the Klor'vian's? Or the Batarians? Will they try anything?" Still stressed, she had to look at the possible fallout.

"Doubtful. They simply don't have the means to really mount a sizable attack considering how the last war went"

Giving another sigh, Tevos knew that bringing in new races as full members would need to happen soon, or they risked even greater political loss.

She didn't even want to think about the millions of Salarians who had no part in this travesty, but right now, they had to plan their next steps.

Within three hours, the news of the Council voting out the Salarian Union would break, the story spreading across the known galaxy like wildfire.

Pranas System, Sur'kesh 8th of Storm, 428 A.E.

Humidity blanketed the city of Talat as moisture, heat and mist wavered among the towering structures of the capital. Early sunlight poured downward from the sky, highlighting numerous transports as they flitted through the air clogged with acrid smoke and ash from numerous fires. Sirens blared, the normally logical inhabitants experiencing anger…betrayal…and fear.

Full companies of soldiers protected the House of Unions, the troopers taking positions behind barriers as crowds of furious citizens threw bottles, stones, and insults. Several ground vehicles had been overturned, the transports burning as the riots continued to spread.

Glass littered the roadways, the normal commuters caught in gridlock while smaller infernos raged in ruined store fronts. A few bodies lay on the sidewalk, the citizens killed and beaten by the mobs rampaging not only in the capital of Talat, but dozens of cities and towns across Sur'kesh.

"Riots continue to flare among the central colonies of the Salarian Union as fears of locust invasions grip the populace. Unconfirmed reports of Seran warships crossing the Eastern border have placed the navy on high alert while secu—"

Three Salarians smashed the display window of the electronic store with several pipes, unintentionally breaking the flat screen television within that had been set to the local news station. "Hurry! Grab what you can!" Rushing down the aisle, two of them hoisted a larger flatscreen as more looters flooded in to steal their own prizes. Jumping down to the pavement now littered with broken glass, the third carried several omni-tools still in their packaging. Passing another store, another throng set fire to a clothing establishment, the harsh stinks of burning outfits flowing.

A male Salarian threw a brick, the slender alien of light brown and white skin tones dressed in drab, worker attire, the object striking one of the soldiers protecting the government center. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!? WE LOST OUR ALLIANCE AND COUNCIL SEAT!"

"Stand back! All of you stand back or be fired upon!" Shouting, a random captain started to lift his rifle as the surge of citizens grew more unhinged.

"OUR GOVERNEMENT REVIVED THE LOCUST! NOW THE SERANS ARE COMING AND OUR GOVERNMENT DOES NOTHING WHILE MONSTERS BUTCHER SALARIAN CITIZENS!" Howling with rage, the worker threw another rock as more furious, betrayed Salarians gathered.

"STORM THE HOUSE OF UNIONS! THEY CAUSED THIS!" Yelling with unhinged fury, another male threw a make shift Molotov at the troops. Splashing against two of the soldiers in a spray of glass and fuel, their kinetic barriers protected them from the flames, but the intent was clear.

"Ninth company! FIRE!" Aiming into the throng of rioters, the same Captain unleashed a fusillade of blue, searing bolts of light into the masses as more of the company opened fire.

Screams arose, but the sheer numbers worked in the favor of the Salarians as some used their own firearms against the troops, the two forces exchanging fire in the streets. Bodies fell on both sides, the withering cries of agony floating among several new fires erupting in the city.

Surging forward, the rioters braved the fire, most armed with clubs, pipes, or even bricks. But some had come prepared, gunning down a few soldiers as they started to press forward.

A trooper screamed, dragged down and beaten mercilessly. Taking his rifle, the initial worker fired at some more, his anger infectious. "TRAITORS! ALL WITHIN THE HOUSE ARE TRAITORS!"

"Fall back! All soldiers fall back within the structure!" Trying to dislodge, Captain Jirahe took a shotgun blast nearly point blank, the micro-pellets shredding his barriers. A rapid second shot turned his upper portion into a horrid paste of flesh and green ichor, not that murderer was allowed to enjoy the small victory.

Falling dead a few seconds later, the surge of insurrection pushed forward, only to reel under several incoming gunships. Mounted gunfire ripped into the crowd, the craft enacting a butcher's toll as screams of carnage rose into the humid air.

Watching from the window of her office as Talat burned…as Salarians killed, beat and stole from each other in a madness thought long passed, Daltress Multinn knew…she knew that all of this was caused because of her poor choices.

Alone in the room, the scents of several falling plants were a pleasant aroma, mixing with several curved tables of glass. Laying on her office desk near the computer and several empty glasses, detailed files of her reasoning lay for others to find.

Maybe it would help negate the terrible fallout, or maybe not. The Salarian Union was alone now, cast adrift in the sea of stars with nobody to assist.

"What have I done?" Whispering the words, they were laced with unimaginable regret, sorrow at her actions as more gunfire ripped outside the House of Unions, the gunships finally breaking the attack.

No doubt hundreds lay dead…the piles of bodies easily seen from her office…but her actions had already killed far more on Dagnes. Reaching for the pistol on the nearby table, Multinn didn't hesitate or waver. Placing the barrel against her temple, she fired, ending her life as the Salarian Union continued to reel under war, fear and betrayal.

System S.U. 195-K 19th of Storm, 428 A.E. (Gorfin System)

The local star was dim, spilling ruddy, red light among the three planets in long, elliptical orbits. None were life bearing, nor ever would be. Desolate and airless, the first two planets were home to a few mining communities, the habitats nearly entirely underground to mine the valuable titanium that laced these two worlds.

Further outward, the third world was a frozen ball of ice with a thin atmosphere of argon. Home to nearly thirty thousand Salarians, they primarily mined the abundant water ice and cobalt, the minerals deep beneath the frozen crust. In orbit, an asteroid moon slid slowly past the sterile, blue orb, the natural satellite home to a small trade post and minor repair yard for civilian vessels.

Located beyond the Annos Basin and the extreme range of the nearest Mass Relay, the mining system was completely unremarkable.

But that didn't matter to the locust as five ships dropped from FTL near the third world, the engines ebbing before the formation immediately broke apart, their targets the minor colonies and lone port of call.

Dropping from high orbit, the cargo transport made way to the lone landing site, the flat surface having been carved into the ice. A few hundred meters away, sharp cliffs rose above the land, revealing several reinforced windows and jutting transmitters.

Kiln Torhan watched from the control room, his features scrunching up with worry as the vessel landed practically on top of airlock. Barely avoiding a few other mining transports that were still partially loaded, the workers outside rushed to avoid the flaring engines and supporting legs of the landing vessel.

"They're not responding to any of our communications, Kiln" one of the technicians informed, the spanning room populated by a mere five Salarians in charge of traffic control.

"They could be locust" Another warned, the male clearly worried at the current state of affairs sweeping the galaxy.

Of course news had reached them…their status gone as a galactic power gone. But out here in the far reaches, nothing changed. There had been a few altercations and fights, but nothing the local authorities couldn't handle. Still…it did leave a terrible taste in Kiln's mouth that his government had a hand in those beasts returning to life.

"Let me try" Moving quickly, Kiln approached the communication station, the Salarian leaning forward to speak. "Attention unknown vessel. You have broken landing prot—"

The cargo transport opened its loading bays, the ramp lowering as a few suited workers gathered in curiosity among the sub zero conditions of the airless, frozen landing site. Small gusts of particles flew, dancing before sudden stabs of red light emerged from the darkened ship.

Several of the workers fell, cut down with horrific ease as none were prepared. Three ran, sprinting toward the open airlock and the unloaded crates still stacked within. Rushing down the vessels ramp, dozens of helmeted, sealed attackers appeared, all of them equipped with rifles.

"It's the locust! The locust are here!" One shouted over the comms mere seconds before deadly laser fire burned through his back, killing the dock worker.

"SEAL THE AIRLOCK! NOW!" Braying his orders, Kiln felt a moment of sorrow for the survivors, but he had a whole city to think of.

Rushing forward, Jarg could hear his heavy breathing as the Kantus commander ran as fast as he could across the frozen tarmac. Surrounded by dozens of his brethren, they were here to take the planet, the water ice and subterranean city a promising find.

"Faster!" Yelling over the open comms, the command was heard in the sealed helmets of the other drones, spurring them toward the slowly closing airlock.

They made it inside, the company of heavily armed locust drones having only rushed twenty five yards from the ship. "Ensure our larger brothers enter the airlock, then close the doors! We must equalize the pressure to advance!" Pointing toward the emergency switch, a nearby drone manually flipped it, halting the large bay doors from closing.

Waiting as twin pairs of suited Grinders and Boomers strode inside, the locust were fortunate that those walking tanks could wear sealed armor at all. Wielding the aptly named Laser Grinder, the long, six barreled weapon was equipped by both as more infantry drones moved to the inner airlock.

Listening and sensing the rumbling of the outer lock finally closing, one of the grubs moved toward the electronic controls, his left wrist glowing with an stolen omni tool.

Thirty seconds later, the terminal was hacked, over-riding the Salarian authority. Equalizing the atmosphere of the cargo bay, the locust waited as the secondary loading bay door slid open.

Incoming fire flared in a decoration of pulsing rounds, the advanced firearms flinging slivers of metal at horrific speeds. Two locust took numerous hits, their shields and armor rendered as the accelerated mass rounds tore into flesh.

Still, they staggered into cover, wounded, but still alive.

Jarg took cover on the left, the thick wall and steel doorframe more than enough to protect him and the rest of the company. Taking a rapid peek, he saw six Salarians, most likely law enforcement…not that he cared. Firing a rapid burst down the wide hallway that spanned ten meters high and thirty wide, he grunted as one of the slender aliens screamed.

Thudding footsteps could be sensed, the two Grinders walking forward into the open as numerous impacts flared their kinetic barriers.

"Grrinnddd…" Adding a sinister chuckle to the words, the two larger drones squeezed their triggers as the laser grinders took a brief moment…then spewed a hellish barrage of burning shafts of heated light down the loading tunnel.

The Salarian law enforcement officers had no chance, their simple shields and armor unable to withstand such ferocity.

"Forward! We kill everyone and take everything!" Bellowing the words, Jarg rushed past the dead Salarians, then turned left at a rising staircase. Heavy boots thundered up the steps, the Kantus joined by several drones. Finding the metal door sealed, Jarg moved into a small alcove for a break room as a suited drone planted an explosive charge, then stepped back into safety with the others.

'BOOM!'

Blowing inward as the doorway was ripped from its mountings, the locust entered the control room, finding five of the aliens armed with simple office tools.

Rifle fire flared, the traffic controllers cut down in moments as the locust mercilessly butchered them.

"Establish control. Monitor systems for possible attack" Rasping his orders, two drones took the communication and sensor arrays, monitoring the comm channels.

Assessing the system wide communication net, one of the drones typed rapidly, his gloved fingers flying across the keyboard of yellow keys. "Commander. Our plan is progressing on schedule. Our brethren have begun their attacks of the other population centers. Salarians are attempting to call for help from the orbital yard, but the Vessel Assault Drones are already engaging. Resistance is low"

Jarg slapped a gloved hand upon the drones shoulder, his features hidden behind the helmet and visor. "Of course. These Salarians are…weak. Feeble. They cannot withstand our superior strength. Continue to monitor communications and inform me of any developments. We will continue the assault" Turning away, the Kantus left the control room and landing port relatively guarded, not that he expected a counter attack at this time.

Gunfire and alien screams came from further down the tunnel, the incline slowly dipping to descend below the frozen surface.

Passing numerous Salarians already killed, they appeared to be simple workers as his troops continued to spread outward, slaughtering all they came across.

Finally clearing the upper level of the colony, the assembled locust came to a large, cargo elevator, the platform large enough to hold mining equipment, forklifts and sealed crates filled with ice, nickel, and other minor elements.

To the immediate right of the platform was a doorway, the metallic barrier leading to an emergency stairwell that gave access to multiple levels all the way down to the main habitats.

"We have control, commander Jarg. We can take the fight to the colony below the surface"

Stepping onto the large, expansive platform, the Kantus looked at it, then shook his head in dismissal. "We take the stairs and clear the levels one by one. It would be far too easy to cripple this platform, destroying our plans. Cut the power to the elevator, then commence the assault" Orders given, the locust entered the emergency stairwell, advancing to the next level below.

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The Salarians tried to fight, but most were simply civilians, technicians or knew rudimentary tactics at best. Against the locust…they died horribly…often screaming for mercy as some experienced the horror of the chainsaw bayonet of the lancer.

"NO! STAY BACK!" Trying to run and hide, the male Salarian was shot in the back by a lancer rifle, the loud cracking round drowned out by the screams of gunfire, terror and chaos.

"Weakness…" Planting his heavy boot on the alien's back, Borkus smiled behind his helmet as the drone revved up his lancer. Plunging it into the creature, greenish blood and chunks spewed, coating his lower leg greaves and armor with dripping ichor. Yanking it free, the locust drone fired at more scrambling civilians as several stores of the main colony level burned.

"Hehehe…BOOM!" Laughing with glee as the munition spat from the grenade launcher, the explosive ordinance landed behind an impromptu barricade of a hasty militia. Blowing shards and shrapnel among a cluster of Salarians armed with pistols, they were ripped to bloody shreds.

"Advance my brothers and take this world! Leave none alive!" Jarg roared out, the Kantus then spraying his rifle into a nearby home, the locust identifying several innocents inside.

"Grindd…" Voice insidious with terrible intent, the larger drones marched forward, unleashing a new wave of slaughter into the fleeing backs of civilians. Red shafts of laser light flew by the hundreds, the six barreled weapon a terror for such an unprepared populace.

A desperate Salarian drove his ground vehicle into a knot of drones, bowling over four as his transport came to a stop, then exploded as the male had packed the transport with several mining charges.

Cutting down half a dozen more locust, no infantry armor or shield could bear that type of kinetic force from a few feet away. Shards and pieces of vehicle flew at explosive speeds, ripping away limbs or simply killing.

It was a minor, miniscule victory…and only enraged the drones to increase their brutality against the colony of Gorfin in the following hours and days.

By the twenty fourth of Storm, the entire system had been cleansed of Salarian life, adding nearly seventy thousand lives to the death toll. With that terrible bloodletting complete, the locust began bringing in new growth vats…resources and stolen technology to burrow deep below the surfaces of three new worlds as several more vessels were seized and made ready to spread the locust to new systems…new worlds.

Pandora System, New Haven 26th of Storm, 428 A.E.

Sunlight cut through numerous clouds, the shafts of light falling upon the planetary capital. Serans went about their business, often mingling with the other species that lived and worked beside them. Traffic was still relatively light, the ground vehicles traveling along the hiway that cut through the nearby jungle as cargo trucks rumbled toward Thessa and other settlements that began to spring up along the route.

The spaceport still rumbled with activity, the ongoing trade and incoming goods for the hungry colony never ending as ships lifted off or descended in flares of engines and burning atmosphere.

Scents of foliage, rot and the possibility of rain filled the air, but the locals were used to it at this point. Outlaying industries to the north rumbled, the manufacturing plants accepting nearly anybody with the proper skills. From canning Java to steel and wooden furniture, they boomed in a constant hum. Within, shift managers could be Quarians, ordering Turian workers or Terrans, something unseen within Council space.

Advertisement's blared and flicked, the large billboards and signs trying to convince shoppers of the latest drinks, clothes or even Java drinks.

A few Salarians walked along the wide sidewalk of Starport Drive, the boulevard lined with apartments, shops, bars, and offices. Each carried a thermos of java, the beans grown by several Krogan farmers. Receiving a few looks from passing Serans, the slender aliens were nervous, but nobody struck them…nor attacked them as the trio walked toward their place of employment, which was a simple pharmacy two streets over.

Passing large groups of Terrans at the beginning of the commerce districts, shouts of anger and resentment bloomed from hundreds of throats.

"FUCK THE COG!"

"FASCIST PIGS!"

"BABY MURDERERS! BIGOTS!"

The trio of Salarians avoided the crowd, their fury drawing several law enforcement officers as they grew more restless. Rushing inside the pharmacy, the slender aliens breathed a sigh of relief as a few bottles and bricks started to fly.

Of course, the war was on everybody's mind, but so far, details had been sparse. No major battles or engagements, no retreats or victories. Just a slew of updates as panic seemed to grip the galaxy.

But with the joint military garrisons of the Turians and the COG, problems had been minor considering the new conflict.

Cutting past several mid sized buildings, a sleek, streamlined air transport traveled among the designated skylane, then dipped toward the central administration center in a rapid decent. It was a sprawling complex that took up a whole city block, but it was necessary as the hub housed colonial offices, Trade and political administrators, military command and the governor's office. Lined with a fifteen foot tall wall, guard towers were at each corner, each connected with a parapet for troops in case of a siege. A single, heavy gate was protected by a squad of Gears, the soldiers finding the posting boring, but easy.

The complex itself was comprised of four structures, each connected by ground paths, and elevated walkways enclosed from the constant humidity and rain. Divided equally among Military, Infrastructure and Industry, Administration and Colonial Affairs, the four buildings were only five stories tall. Separated by several gardens, ponds and groves of trees, the Serans had tried to make it pleasant despite the boring architecture.

Swinging around the complex toward the rear, the craft gained approval. Homing in on a landing pad near the parking lot, the slender aircraft finally cut its engines as several Serans approached.

Stepping out, a lone Salarian female emerged, her slender face hornless while her skin was a mixture of green and blue. Wearing a robe of crimson, she allowed the Seran's to escort her inside as the humidity became thicker with the advancement of noon.

Ten minutes later, Daltrass Dor Mulin stepped into the governor's office, the two Gears shutting the door behind her.

Decorated with several paintings of stellar vistas, oceanic views, or warships, the décor was a mixture of wooden paneling, abundant sunlight from the nearby patio door, and several hanging plants from the nearby jungle. Toward the exterior wall, a small bar stood, the minor shelf filled with an assortment of alcohols and several empty glasses.

Sitting behind the desk was a robust, healthy looking man in a cream colored suit. While not overly handsome, he still had a pleasant facial structure with a strong chin and masculine cheekbones. With rusty, nearly salmon hair and green eyes, the man stood up, his broad shoulders showing a hidden strength of muscle. A slight limp in his step meant a possible injury, most likely military service judging by his age.

Entwining her hands, Dor Mulin gave a small bow. "Governor Timberwolfe, thank you for agreeing to see me in these troubling times between our two species"

Walking up, the man was well mannered and jovial, his hand extended. "Please, just call me Max. Would you care for a drink?" Extending his arm toward the bar, Mulin shook her head in the negative. "No thank you"

"Straight to business, alright" Taking a seat in an overly stuffed couch in the middle of the room, an equal piece of furniture was opposite, both of them a dark black as a polished stone table of granite sat between them.

Taking her own seat, the young Daltress barely waited a second before diving into her reason for being here. "Governor. I'm sure you're aware of the war between our species. Of how my government followed a path of conduct that for me personally, is disgusting" Voice momentarily dripping with scorn and contempt, Dor couldn't blame the Council for voting them out. The potential for the locust to be worse than the Geth was a possibility, and the other two members really had no choice when it came to dealing out justice.

"Reviving the locust horde…breaking the treaty…some in my office suggested I didn't meet with you. After all, we are at war. Some even suggested I throw every Salarian off the planet…But I'm sure you didn't come here just to listen about hasty notion's"

"No. currently, nearly fifty thousand Salarians now call this planet home. Many served in the C.A.G. earning colonial rewards while others emigrated in the last year. Through several unions with other minor clans, I have emerged as the Daltress of Pandora" Barely taking a breath, Mulin was slightly nervous, but committed. "The vast majority of my people wish to employ Article Two of the Onyx Accords and apply for statehood in the Coalition. If needed, we can relocate to the Galapan Archipelago to the West. It is uninhabited and comprises of nearly thirty islands suitable for settlement and minor industries"

Max tried to hide his surprise, and nearly did, but the movements of his cheeks and body language betrayed him. "You do realize you are claiming a portion of a planet my species already owns? And that any application of statehood will be voted in the House of Sovereigns on Sera. The revived locust issue will be a tough sell…very tough"

"My clan and the others on this planet are prepared to swear loyalty to the Coalition. We don't want anything to do with a government that pervert's knowledge…spits on advancement or breaks their own laws. It's…vile and an extreme perversion of our values"

Max Timberwolfe sat silent for a full minute, the man thinking about the proposal from the Daltress. Finally slowly nodding, he spoke. "You'll have to fill out the required applications for statehood, then I'll move it toward the House. Even then, there is the possibility of loss, or my government could simply kick you out like they did with the embassy earlier this month"

"I understand. Thank you for hearing my proposal" Standing up, Dor Mulin gave another bow just as a frantic pounding came from the door.

"Enter!" Shouting, the door practically burst inward as a worried administrator pushed past the two Gears. Young, attractive and showing the first signs of pregnancy, the blue haired Seran was Max's secretary, Liza Korrel. "Max! A riot has broken out in the commerce district!"

"What? When!?"

"Now! It appears to be hundreds of Terrans protesting the war…or our government? Details are minimal at this point"

"Are law enforcement moving?"

"They're already on sight, trying to maintain control"

Stroking his chin, Governor Timberwolfe took a few brief moments to think, then moved to his desk. "I'll request some Gears to assist law enforcement. I'd rather be safe than sorry" Opening communications, the Governor made his first moves.

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Stephan Halquist was pleased with the sudden eruption of conflict, a complete surprise not only to him, but his group as well. Using the new war against the Salarians, he used that to recruit several more like minded adults. While he didn't trust them to carry out the difficult tasks, he knew they could be a valuable distraction as evidenced by the roiling riot several city blocks away.

Parking the box-truck at the corner of Vanner Street and Tanner Avenue, he stepped out and locked the cab. Numerous bars and restaurants had been established at the intersection, while a bank sat halfway down Tanner Avenue.

He had debated parking right in front of the bank, but it would have been suspicious. Further away however, it would just be another delivery truck.

Stepping away briskly, he ducked down a nearby alleyway and broke into a run once he was out of sight.

"Twenty minutes…these bastards will learn the errors of their society in twenty minutes. Fucking baby murdering bigots" Fully ensnared with his own beliefs, Stephan continued to sprint, knowing his comrades would fulfill their own tasks.

Nancy had stopped several blocks away from the New Haven Medical Center, the ground vehicle a simple car that had been stolen just this morning. Loaded up with explosives, the target was the hospital, the sprawling complex buzzing with activity as the riot continued and injuries poured in.

"That's what he wanted, isn't it. Chaos and more suffering…" Voice low and full of remorse, Nancy watched, her hands starting to shake as the minutes started to tick downward.

Chen…Wilma…Calvin and Jeoffry…they had no doubt parked their own bomb packed vehicles and already fled the scenes. A power relay station to the north. Bars and restaurants. The sanitation and water complex that provided clean water to thousands.

She even knew Calvin wanted to blow up the administration center, but with the security, they had decided on a row of apartment structures filled with Serans and Asari.

Continuing to sit, Nancy could feel the tears starting to slide down her cheeks. They wanted to cause so much death…to kill expectant mothers and the sick. But in the month's she had worked at the local grocer, she had come to a realization.

The Serans weren't bigots, nor monsters. They simply saw the modifications as preventive care. They opened this world to everybody, trying to intermix with other cultures, beliefs and customs. Finally squeezing the steering wheel, Nancy finally came to a decision.

"No…no. I won't"

A light tap came from the driver's side window. Looking out, A Seran stood there, his outfit dark with a few lines of gold. A platinum badge adorned his broad chest while a holstered side arm and stun baton were equipped around his waist. Behind him, an Asari stood, the female dressed in a similar outfit for law enforcement.

"Ma'am. Do you need assistance?"

Gulping before wiping her tears, Nancy slowly opened the door as she stepped out, causing a wariness to come over the two.

"I…I need to try and stop it" Practically whispering, she suddenly lunged forward, gripping the Seran as panic came over. "The riot! It's a planned distraction! Stephan…he had us plant bombs across the city! I…I was to leave this car by the hospital…but I couldn't do it" Breaking down in sobs, Nancy fell to her knees as the officer stepped back, his demeanor instantly changing.

"Check the trunk!" Pulling his sidearm, he activated his comms while keeping Nancy in his sights, but she simply gulped air and cried with remorse.

Officer L'taren had already opened the trunk of the car, the lock easy to pop open with a simple tool. Looking inside, several blocks of explosives were wired, ready to be triggered by a remote detonator. "Goddess…there's pounds of this stuff!" Stepping back with dread, the Asari then grabbed Nancy, pulling her toward the dull gray law vehicle.

"This is officer Gargian! Explosive device near New Haven Medical! I repeat, exp—"

Explosions ripped through the humid, damp air of the day, the blasts occurring simultaneously from five different locals across the city. Ripping through several restaurants, dozens were killed or injured while the secondary blast to the far north damaged the power relay station, causing a rippling blackout to occur in half the city as the electrical grid flared with damage.

Two apartment buildings had their first five floors damaged, the losses of life not only Serans, but Asari and several Turians as well who had simply been home at the wrong time.

Fortunately, the bombing attempt at the New Haven Sanitation and Water processing plant had failed simply due to the fact that the structure was surrounded by a large wall along the property. A few workers were injured, but no deaths were reported at that location.

L'taren cuffed Nancy seconds later, the Asari clearly furious as she pushed the terrorist to the pavement. "Whatever you were part of, you're going to pay for it" Sneering the words as numerous fires emerged from the explosions, the officer practically threw Nancy in the back of the police car.

Sirens began to blare and flash, numerous ambulances leaving the nearby hospital while the two officers waited for the bomb squad.

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"Fuck the COG! FUCKING BIGOTS!" A woman screeched before throwing a brick into a pharmacy, the Salarians inside terrified as the riots spread.

"History is on our side!" Yelling in support, a young man threw a burning bottle at a car, his anger infecting hundreds as the rioters marched down the street, the explosions only spurning them onward to cause destruction.

Mostly dressed in rainbow themed clothes, they were firm believers that the Serans needed to adopt the cultural habits of inclusion, wokism and other liberal ideals from the fringes of Terran society.

The fact most of these methods had fallen nearly a century before, replaced by dialogue, understanding and reasoning didn't affect them as these rioters were fueled by anger and misunderstandings. Numbering nearly eight hundred strong, they marched and destroyed, none really caring who they attacked or affected.

At the next intersection, dozens of law enforcement officers were in riot gear, a phalanx comprised of Serans, but several Turians and Asari…even a few Krogan. Each equipped with armor, kinetic shields and plas-steel riot shields, the police stepped forward.

Flanked by several APC's for civilian use, the large vehicles were mounted with machine guns…just in case.

Sergeant Tetui Valinius had fought with the C.A.G. along side Serans, Terrans and even Quarians. Part of his blue tinted crest had been blown away during the war, a horrifically close sniper round that had missed his skull by a mere inch. Earning the Crimson Gear for the injury, along with the bronze lancer for bravery under fire, Valinius had proudly performed his duty and oath. Earning his plot of land after his term of service ended, his wife had wanted a spacious home for their three children, a green house for Dextro vegetables, and a husband to carry on the honor of duty. Thus, he had applied to law enforcement within New Haven and found himself working aside nearly every known race of the galaxy. Calm, competent and always mindful of the law, he had become trusted among his fellow officers.

But now…now he felt such hatred toward these terrorists. The bombings had rocked the ground, the blasts roiling across the city as fires and sirens blared. Air travel had been immediately grounded in the last few minutes, the COG and Turian militaries moving infantry into the affected areas in support of rescue teams.

A rioter surged forward, his beard dyed purple as his shirt was an assaulting rainbow of colors. Raising a rifle, the man sneered with hatred at the police. "I won't have my gender changed by warmongers and deranged bigots forcing women into slavery!" Firing the rifle, the gunshot rang out among the advancing riot.

Smashing into the officer next to him, the Seran grunted as his kinetic barriers flared, the man clearly alive, but reeling from the heavy blow.

"Insurrectionists have opened fire!" Roaring out the warning, Valinius pulled his own sidearm, the archaic Boltok. Slow, heavy and loud, the Turian could have requested something more modern, but it still got the job done.

Simply put, he liked it.

"DESTROY THESE FASCIST PIGS! LIBERATE THE CITY FROM THEIR HATRED!" Howling, the rioters broke into a run, their foolish rage taking them into the maw as buildings burned…glass littered the road, and people hid in fear.

A Seran police officer stepped forward with a megaphone, the woman barely five feet tall with short cropped blue hair. A light facial scar adorned her left cheek, but the veteran didn't let it bother her. "Attention! You have one chance to disperse and return to your homes under wartime law! First, last and only warning!"

Stepping back, the lone krogan nudged officer Levi with a smirk. "Nice warning"

"Thanks. Too bad these assholes are too dumb to care" Readying her own rifle, the short veteran of the Contact Wars got ready.

"We will force the COG to adopt our way of life! Homosexuality is pure and natural! THEY DON'T HAVE THE WILL TO STOP US!" Giving another shout, a woman threw a burning bottle of booze, the flash of glass and fuel spreading across the roadway mere feet from the line of officers. Flames roared, the heat harsh as it started to spread toward a sitting vehicle abandoned in the middle of the road.

Sergeant Vilinius had enough. "OPEN FIRE! TEACH THESE BASTARDS THE MEANING OF LAW AND ORDER!" Squeezing the trigger of his heavy revolver, the round exited in a flash of noise, slamming into one of the insurrectionists who staggered, then screamed as his nerves finally relayed the stomach injury. Around him, rifles, shotguns and pistols erupted while the officers behind the machine guns finally unleashed their own hellish fusillade. Tracers and bullets slewed into the throng, chopping off limbs, cutting through torsos and toppling dozens as the braying cheers of the rioters instantly turned into fear. Screams of agony arose from the dying and wounded, the bodies falling in clusters as they realized their horrible mistake.

Some turned and tried to run, only to be shot in the back as the crowd behind them prevented escape.

In less than thirty seconds, nearly a hundred lay dead, but the law enforcement officers weren't done. "Advance! We will ensure the stability of order!" Braying his command, Sergeant Vilinius reloaded, the dropping brass stirring an ancient sensation within the Turian.

"The Serans may use old guns, but dammit, it's satisfying to smell gunpowder" Grunting with a small chuckle, the Krogan reloaded his shotgun before advancing in a line to bring an end to the riot as the city of New Haven reeled with destruction and violence.

Three hours later. New Haven East Precinct

Thunder and lighting rumbled with occasional flashes, the tropical storm bathing the sky dark while rain fell upon the planetary capital. Dozens of buildings had been destroyed or damaged, not only from the bombings, but the rioters as well.

Rubble, glass and twisted steel littered the areas around the bombing sights, the nearby structures evacuated due to significant structural damage inflicted. The duo of apartments that took the heaviest damage caused by Calvin were gutted shells, the structures needing demolition in the future.

Gears assisted in the retrieval of bodies from the rubble, a terrible loss of life that affected not only Serans, but several innocent Asari as well.

Hundreds of rioters lay in the streets of the commercial district, the fiends cut down by the authorities under the full legality of wartime law. Those that surrendered had already been processed, nearly overflowing the East Precinct jails.

Built to withstand a siege, the precinct could be considered a minor fortress in its own right as the thick walls of reinforced materials, along with numerous defensive chokepoints and angles brimmed with activity. Squat with only five floors, ugly and drab, the Serans hadn't bothered making it nice or pleasant to look at. Built with a roof landing pad, air assets could be brought in, along with the attached garage for ground vehicles.

Stepping out of the interrogation room holding Nancy Cartwright on the fourth floor, the would be bomber had instantly cracked, spilling nearly everything before Detective Les Bakerson could even start his questioning.

Gazing at the numerous officers, detectives and lawmen that inhabited the floor, Les gave a low shout to gather attention. "Everybody, listen up! We have some terrorists in our city, led by a man named Stephan Halquist. He's a bigot, racist, and is willing to kill innocent lives for his beliefs. Already, the death toll from the bombings is expected to rise past two hundred, but it could be more as recovery teams are still searching" Feeling the rage at what these cockroaches had done, Les studied the officers around him.

Turians…Asari…even a few Salarians and Terrans were even more sickened than he was. "As much as I would like to just take these monsters into an empty field and put a bullet in their heads, we will follow the law and bring them in…alive. Governor Timberwolfe wants a big, public trial for those that attack the Coalition…those that attack the innocent for no cause" Turning, he barked rapid order toward a nearby Turian. "Sergeant Vilinius! Take some officers in full gear and hit their address. They might not know one of their cell was arrested. Stun and capture, lethal force if absolutely necessary. As for the rest of you, patrol and reassure the public that the perpetrators are being hunted down. Law and order will be maintained"

Officers began to move, some to raid the terrorist cell, others to continue standard policing, while others would assist in search and recovery.

Lighting crackled across the sky, flashing beyond several windows beaten by rain, but that didn't matter to the mixed force of officers.

They had a job to do, and they would do it.

By a stroke of either stupidity or good luck depending on the side, half of the terrorist cell had returned to their base of operation's, only to be raided by law enforcement within the hour. Calvin the bombmaker and Wilma were arrested, the two taking several beatings with stun batons as they tried to resist.

Of course the local news networks were there, letting the police parade the criminals for the entire Coalition to see as the news of the bombings spread to the nearby colonies.

Rothila System, 11th of Gale, 428 A.E.

Locked in high orbit above the planet of Dagnes, the Salarian second fleet had taken station, the collection of warships finally arriving to emplace a quarantine of the entire planet. Numbering nearly seven hundred vessels, they had attacked and shot down a few minor craft trying to escape the planet. If they were loaded with locust, or Salarians, it didn't matter.

None would be allowed to leave.

Below, most of the major cities had become battlegrounds…or lay silent with the citizens butchered by the horde.

Salarian marines had re-taken the minor orbital yard, finding the station nothing but a graveyard of butchery. Stripped of nearly everything useful, the corridors of the station were a tomb of cold corpses, splattered gore, and the scent of death.

The nearby moon of Darne hadn't fared any better, the subterranean mining outposts wiped out with such extreme violence and butchery that several of the soldiers couldn't contain their meals.

These two had been stripped of nearly every piece of equipment, down to computers, tools and laser cutters for slicing rock.

Holding station at the far edges of the second fleet, the Destroyer Tolann was pointed outward, the vessel scanning for the return of locust vessels, or more importantly, the Serans. Designed as a long cylinder with three flaring fins near the engines, the Tolann could bring fire in nearly every direction as minor Mass launchers dotted the curvature and length. Combined with several Guarding defenses, shields and moderate armor, the warship was a fine vessel for the Salarians.

Crewed by one hundred thirty males, the bridge was relatively calm considering the terrible news that seemed to compile every day. Riots…insurrections and dozens of cities burning across nearly every core world. Panic that the horde would leave Dagnes and continue their butchery across the Union was a very real fear to the point that the Turian and Asari had blockaded their borders, preventing vital trade. Already, the economy was starting to suffer as the prices of goods skyrocketed, leading to more protests.

Of course, the news that Daltrass Multinn had a direct hand in ordering the STG to procure scientists, equipment and funds to revive the Locust Horde, on top of breaking the Onyx Accords had all but sealed the political power of her clan. The disgusting misuse of prestige and authority enraged millions of Salarians across the union, which in turn led to violence and the military stretched thin to keep order.

Sensor specialist Gora Burnis maintained his posture, the crewman stationed along the left curvature of the bridge. Wearing the signature uniform of somber green to match the rainforests of Sur'kesh, the male hid his inner thoughts.

"Hey Gora. I heard that we won't be invading at all. Just sealing the system to prevent the locust from escaping Dagnes" Marn Hisil whispered, the comm specialist always eager to talk about rumors and stories.

"That is a preferable course of action considering the terrible situation that the Union now finds itself. No allies, insurrection and riots, rising inflation and at war with Coalition. Much more practical to isolate the colony"

"But what about all the ships that are missing? Know one of the marines who cleared the station and he said the entire manifest of ships are gone. I think the locust took them and fled the system"

"That is a reasonable assumption due to how long it took to establish a blockade. However, minimal amount of vessels, most civilian grade. We will eventually hunt them down and destroy them once our mission is co—"

Sensors suddenly alarmed, the passive echoes form the Tolann flaring outward with dozens of other warships doing the same.

Typing rapidly at his station, the slender fingers flew across the orange tinted light keyboards as alarm steadily grew. Checking again with extreme haste, the sensors didn't lie as over one thousand slip space signatures appeared in the empty expanse between Dagnes and the outer third planet.

Fear and surprise rose in Gora's throat, the male suddenly shouting the warning. "Detecting slipspace ruptures! Nearly one thousand in total! Emerging ships are confirmed Seran!"

"Impossible! Seran warships can only travel fifty light years per day! They should still be several weeks away!" Captain Jikin Toral exclaimed with a surprised shout, only to pause as his mind started to think as he stroked his long chin. "Intentionally misled galaxy? Developed next generation of drives? Would be advantageous for enemies to have outdated intelligence of military capabilities"

The officer at tactical spoke loudly, interrupting Captain Jikin. "Sir! Admiral Hitroni is ordering battle formation to mee the Serans!"

"Understood. Prepare defensive measures!"

"Insanity…pure insanity" Whispering to himself, Gora Burnis was fully away of the terrible firepower the Serans could bring. Not only were they outnumbered and outgunned, but they had been caught completely unaware.

The only advantage they had was the fact the Seran slipspace drives were affected by gravity wells, thus Dagnes had offered a modicum of salvation.

But as Gora watched the sensors constantly update the two fleets moving on a direct course to battle, the naval technician knew it was very likely he would be dead by days end.

Ephyra slid through the void, the Monitor class warship a terrible weight of firepower. Flanked by a duo of Battleships, Destroyer squadrons and deploying strike fighters and bombers, the fifth fleet was already loading up her fist.

Sitting in his command chair, Admiral Adrian Trescu sat calmly, his outer forces sending updated information by the seconds.

Having split his forces, Admiral Carmine was holding in the expanse between the nearest star system, protecting the invasion forces from possible raids. She didn't like it, but Alya understood that Trescu was in overall command.

The young woman at tactical spoke, her blonde hair secured tightly in a bun as she assessed the unfolding situation. "Admiral. The Salarians are moving into a defensive posture. They're using the gravity well of the planet to make us come to them"

Voice cold, harsh and devoid of emotion, the flag officer gave a slow nod. "Very well. Burn them from the sky"

Flaring their engines, the Coalition Fifth navy burned their sublight, the glow of a thousand warships angling toward the inner system as the nearby star ebbed and pulsed, the glow falling upon the two species as the gears of war turned once more.

Well, that's a good end point for the chapter! Next will obviously be some naval battles, terrorist executions, more galactic reactions etc.

Hope you all enjoy! I'm sure not everybody will agree with everything, but oh well, can't please the whole internet. I just write the story as best as I can.

Anyway, next chapter will be another 'Watching the Multiverse' which really could be anything that interests me at the time.

Until next time!

The Happy