Izuku stepped into the comms room on the Earth, having just returned to resupply and make a call he didn't want to. Pressing a button on the comms, he waited as he was connected to Alliance Command.

"Hello, this is Alliance Command, How may I be of assistance?" a female voice said.

"I need to speak to Admiral Hackett," Izuku said

"I'm sorry, I can't connect you to any of the Admiralty without correct authoriza-

"Charlie. India. Mike. November. Seven. Papa," Izuku recited.

"...Ah, I see, Commander Midoriya. I'll check if the Admiral can speak to you."

After a minute of pacing, a calm, gravelly voice came from the console, "Midoriya, son, I'll admit, I didn't think you would ever willingly use this channel again. What do you need?"

"Has news gotten to Command about the change in the Omega-4 relay?

"Yes," Hackett said, "I assume you're there?"

"Yes, sir. And frankly, it's a Charlie Foxtrot. We've found an earth-like planet inhabited by what appear to be mid 21st century tech humans, but we're not the only ones. The Blood Pack, Blue Suns and Eclipse are here too and they're tearing up the place. I'm, reluctantly, requesting Alliance support to suppress this attack and hopefully bring this world into the fold."

"You're asking us to go into the Terminus Systems, son?"

"I am," Izuku confirmed, "just a standard flotilla and N7 Ops."

"This is a dangerous proposal, you know that, right, Commander?"

"With all respect sir, it's the only way to keep this planet looking like the Reapers hadn't attacked it. The mercenary forces are in full burn and pillage mode. The forces of this planet can't hold out without support.. We need the best we can get, quick precision strikes at setup outposts or concentrated pushes at command centers and that is N7 Ops in a shell."

"...Very well, you'll get your support, but you will be considered reenlisted in the Alliance Navy until this crisis is over."

"Understood, sir," Izuku said.

"Hackett out."

The QTE connection cut itself and Izuku sighed. This was better than nothing.

—

Ryukyu had taken to the air, something she did so infrequently a lot of people didn't think she could. While the JSDF and American Air Force buzzed the skies high above, shooting down any dropship or shuttle that they could, Ryukyu was tearing apart any that got past with fang and claw. These ones were a combination of flat ones and circular ones, painted a dull yellow.

Landing on one, she drove her claws into the seams and ripped it apart, letting frog-like aliens spill out and hit the ground with a splat. Taking off again, Ryukyu slashed through a circular one, or would have, if her claws hadn't bounced off a blue glow.

"Ma'am!" One of the fighter pilots said over the speakers, "someone hacked our comms. Listen."

"Come in, unknown planet," a voice said, "This is the Alliance Cruiser SSV Shanghai, alongside the Frigates SSV Hastings, Hong Kong, Ain Jault and Moscow. We are here to support, I repeat, we are here to support. Please respond."

In the distance, an ovular ship with several fins settled down over Okinawa, visible from where Ryukyu was.

"I repeat, if you have the technology to respond, please do so."

—

David Shield, owner of Shieldwall Industries and one of the top minds at I-Island watched as his Mk-3 Gravis armored bodyguards welded the door shut before turning to the computer, typing rapidly with his fingers, before saying, "Shanghai, this is David Shield of I-Island, we read you."

"This is Rear Admiral Alexander Turner, Mr. Shield. We're glad to receive you. We have come to give support. I have good news and bad news."

"Let's get the good news first."

"Our scans register that most of the ships that are attacking are freighters, they have minimal weapons.

"And the bad news?"

"It will take us four hours to arrive at your planet. Is there any place we can land?"

"I can shift I-Island to make room for you. Can we rendezvous at Point Nemo?"

"That's a positive, Mr. Shield, your Point Nemo has been registered and will be our LZ. Just hold on, the cavalry has arrived. We'll report when we've arrived so you can turn off any AA guns you might have. Don't want to blow your allies out of the air, do you?"

"Understood."

"Turner out."

—

Izuku met the Shanghai halfway, connecting airlocks and walking into the ship. He immediately saluted, "Rear Admiral."

"At ease Commander," Turner said, "walk with me."

Izuku did so, walking towards an elevator in the back of the ship, "What do you have for me, sir?"

"What N7 Ops forces we could gather at a twelve hour notice. Six krogan, four asari commandos, ten turian, six salarian, two volus, and that's on top of the rest of the N7 team and a contingent of one hundred marines, thirty biotics and twenty engineers.

"That's more than enough," Izuku said, "add on myself, Cobb, Zoe, and Kaylee and we have a force that can do whatever we need.

"Admiral Hackett thinks highly of you, Midoriya," Turner said, "he wouldn't have dedicated this many forces on such short notice for a simple anti-piracy operation if he didn't. I read your dossier; I'm sorry about what happened on Edison."

"I don't want to talk about that," Izuku said harsher than he should to a commanding officer.

"I understand," Turner said, "I'm just saying, the Alliance Navy needs people like you and your team."

Izuku didn't respond.