Eye of Terror/World of whispers/Date impossible to read as the time in the warp is impossible to establish.

"Oh, shut up already" grunted Sarek and squished the moaning head of the last Daemonette, before he rose his bolter and send a quick burst of bullets into the collapsing form of the daemonette mount.

The wulfen at his charge, had already ripped all the daemons on their way to the lines of the Slannesh cultists; they wanted flesh and blood and not the unstable and corrupt flesh of the demons, who simply disappeared back to the warp when you destroy it. The pack has already retreated, after killing the chaos paladin who keep this border world of the Eye of Terror.

A common relay for Chaos invasions fleets before entering the material world; the Emperor Tarot has told, that the death of the chaos paladin will bring glory to them and safety to the Imperial supply lines and the runes of the Runic priests confirmed it, so it was only a matter of time before the pack hunted and killed the paladin. However, the world was one of the most annoying ones Sarek has ever stepped in, half of the surface was moaning flesh; sloppy and wet; that resounded when the wheels of the Storm claw bikers burned over it.

Thanks Russ and the All father for the Rune priest Portals, capable of letting them travel easily through the Inmaterium where they are needed the most.

The Grey slayers were already looting the bodies of the mutants and the few traitors astartes presents in the ambush; in the middle of the fucking Eye of Terror it was almost impossible to find supplies and they have been waging war against the traitorous legions for several millenniums already. Anything could be used to kill some traitorous bastards and the warp be dammed, if they let something ;like thousands bullets of ammo for his bolters; behind, just because there were inside a bolter with some chaos runes, in the hands of their last prey. Actually, it was kind of payback, to kill the bastards with the same guns they pretend to use against the Empire and the pack really needed it; the Wulfen could rip apart a tank just with their claws, but the rest of the Grey slayers need ammo for their weapons.

Sarek howled into the air, calling back the Wulfen pack; his, was one of the most populous in the last hundred years; soon the Rune priest will call the forces to retreat, as Lord Bulveye and his Storm claw pack has already claimed the head of the Slannesh paladin.

Sarek was more than ready to listen to the Rune priest tale of the battle, as Sareks pack has been only a diversion for the main forces of chaos to follow him and open a path for a portal to open and a strike force be deployed in their noses, destroying completely the paladin and his or her ;with Slannesh, half of the time you are fighting something that doesn't fit in any gender definition; elite guard.

The communicator inside his wolf crafted helmet sound three times; advising him that the rest of the forces are ready to move into the portal to the base and preparing for another strike.

The chaos paladin has been only the first step in a series of pin point strikes to the chain of command of the heretics in this sector of the galaxy; the Tarot of the Emperor, however, has been a bit ominous on that regard; the pack will do a great good to the Empire yes, but there was something odd about the Runes too.

Actually there was four Rune priests available for the attacks, the Wulfen company was preparing; so there can only be four portals open as a time and all the priests must go with the ground forces, just in case something went wrong and the pack need a quick extraction. They couldn't afford any casualty and send themselves into an artillery attack or a demon swarm, would be something only the World devourers fuckers would do on their worst psycho chip induced rage.

They are the Sixth Legion, the sons of Russ, the progeny of Fenris; the executioners of the Emperors will and among them, the Wulfen are the ones who embodies the beast that all the Russ sons had inside their bodies and souls. Perhaps that's why they were so resilient to the warp; they already had a wolf in their souls and they don't tolerate any non desired intruders, like all possessed cretins they had killed so far.

Sarek own count reached the thousands; something impressive if it wasn't because it would be an easy to reach number, if one keeps fighting for over ten thousand years, as the Wulfen had been doing since the end of the Horus Heresy; when they entered the Eye of terror in pursuit of the cyclops primarch of the Thousand sons.

The day they burnt Prospero to the ground in punishment of his sorcery and abominable activities.

There was few among the remaining numbers of the company, that remembers how Russ; a truly odd behavior from him as any who really know him could testify; tried to reason and warn his brother of the foolishness of his actions, how his dealing into sorcery and mystic matters would spell disaster for him and his Legion. In the time the company has been fighting inside the warp twisted terrain, they had picked up some tricks to foul and disrupt sorcery and demonology; one just does things like this just to survive to fight another day, on the other hand, open sorcery and abominable things this chaos retarded cultist did, was a different game altogether.

Sarek was a Wolf Priest in a land of heresy and he took pride on the fact, that none of the wolves under his care, had never gone astray of the path of the sons of Russ. They hunt the heretic; they hunt the traitors; the howls of the pack are the last sounds they will never ear and the sound make them fear the inevitable, at the claws and fangs of the Wulfen. Even the demons had learnt to respect the power of the Wulfen packs, as they are groups of astartes werewolves with a preference for demons as preys.

The sound of the ripping flesh of a traitor and his screams when the pack tear him apart, always made Sarek smile.

And, there were few things that could bring, even a shadow of happiness, into the packs of the 13º company, since they started his own hunt of any traitors they could find inside the Eye of terror. Originally it was only a hunt for the heads of the Thousand sons but in time it just naturally expanded to any traitor astartes they found on their path.

From the crazy, eternaly furious, Khorne bersekers to the harpy screeches of the Noisy marines of Slannesh; all of them had fallen when the howl of the hunt reverberates on the sky of their bases and palaces. They thought they were safe inside the Eye of Terror. The 13 company show them how wrong they were; and when they just run to the material realm, the hunt just follow them and make some legends among the populace, as they were hunting down their enemies.

For the records of the Administratum, it was just another action of the Space wolves; the name the Six legion took after the Horus Heresy and when Russ disappeared, All father knows Primarch did things like that from time to time; his father and him had this kind of prophetic links that made the Primarch stare into the infinite from time to time and then guide the Sixth Legion into a cluster fuck war that none other legion was capable of doing or at last doing without turning the planet into a lifeless rock.

Sarek listened to the sound of the claws of the wulfen scratching the flesh like floor and his senses picked how a dozen of astartes size werewolves were running on his fours, passing along him into the coordinates of the place on where the Runic priest will open a new portal to cross into one of the few safe bases they have scattered around the Eye of Terror. He raised his bolter and send some quick burst into the confused and butchered mutants lines behind them, cutting any attempt of following the retreating Wulfen from the mutants that were close enough to pursuit but not close enough to be tear apart when the wolves fell over their lines.

He threw some grenades into the punished lines and start to run among the rest of the werewolves; the wolves need an alpha or they lost the objectives quite easily, much more interested in tear a new one to anything closer; even for an astartes like him the pace of the run was quite taxing but he was a Wolf priest, the leader of this pack and he will triumph and demonstrate he is the alpha no matter what. Another smile formed in his lips inside the wolf shaped helmet, when his automatic senses picked up the unmistakeable sound of a pair of missiles passing way over his head, crashing into the position they have been just a minute ago.

Looks like the good, old, Long fangs had received the signal too and they were doing some cover fire for the wolves to move out of the retaliation, that his sudden attack will surely produce, when the mutants and their accursed masters recovered from the beating they have received and start to move in mass against the fleeing wolves. They had killed the leader yes, and no doubt did some serious damage to the numbers of the forces of the paladin inside this planet but even if they kill minions like those for the hundreds, there will always be more for the thousands.

The secret was to cut the head of the snake any times need to be sure you had killed it; sometime with mutants and demons you can't be sure just with decapitating it; and then proceed to do as damage as you can before you disappear in the night. Some cretins could call them cowards but throw themselves into a war of attrition was exactly the dumbest thing they could do and despite all the rumors about them; the wolves are all but stupid.

Sarek raised his power weapon as salute to the five Long fangs under the cover of a giant liver, bleeding from a hundred punctures in the grim flesh, when the pack pass under the heavy fire they were throwing into the disarrayed lines of cultist; they were regrouping under the leadership of a purple clad astartes with seven tentacles instead of left arm but then, the leader of the Long Fangs took aim with his plasma rifle and vaporized the bastard.

Sarek cursed under his breath when the unreliable gun exploded into the hands of the marine and throw him several meters backwards; the Wolf Priest raised his weapon, making the Wulfen stop his run, they were confused for the act, but the priest simply pointed the weapon into the distance; directly to the place of the portal location and the wolves just continued his run, into the new direction.

One of the Long fangs has already run next to his brother, as the rest of the pack just keep launching volley after volley of missiles and heavy bolter shells into the enemy positions; soon they have to run too, but that didn't prevent him to make some good damage to the Chaos forces before they were forced to run. Any traitorous bastard that they kill today, will be one less to plague the lands of the Emperor.

Sarek took out his tools, in order to see if the wolf could be healed or he would have to pick up his geneseed and burn the corpse, nothing will remain for the heretic to gloat about. Fortunately, the Long fang was more stunned that really harm; the ceramic plate of his armour has taken the worst of the explosion and he only had half his face with bad burns. For a Fenrisian born, that was nothing a barrel of mead and some hours of rest couldn't heal; but the brunt trauma and the hyper heated plasma were more than enough to cripple the Long fang for a few minutes, until his flesh cooled and his three lungs started working again; unfortunately they had little time for breaks.

The Long Fang accepted the hand Sarek extended and the old wolf muttered something about how the plasma was safer in the old days and what the hell were the red bastards of mars doing?, how could they fabricate such crap and be proud on their creations?.

Sarek laughed and start running along the Long fangs pack into the portal localization, helping the wounded Long fang until his astartes physiology could compensate the grievous wounds.

From time to time the heavy bolter carrier and the missile launcher carrier stopped for a few seconds to launch another volley of cover fire into the distance; just to keep any possible pursuer with the head under the cover. The screams were the reward of his actions as the krak missiles and the bolter shells sow the bastards like wheat.

They run for minutes in a sprint that would make any professional athlete go green ork of jealousy; soon they rejoin with the rest of the diversion force; the mass of the pack under the leadership of Bulveye; and cross the warp portals open by the Runic priests into their base in one forgotten asteroid on the border of a Khorne demon world, so out of the common routes that no ship comes nearby, something that do wonders for their secrecy. Thanks the Emperor, the Khorne demons are too much occupied with their constant carnage around them to run a scan of the asteroids near his planet and the fact that a Nurgle invasion was at his borders, only helped to hide better their temporal base.

They were using the asteroids for this attack; after the company regroups they will jump to another temporary safe place to repairs and patch any piece of equipment they could, before jump again into another demon infested world, to kill the last of the objectives the runes had foretold. It seems the company will have a very busy time; and considering the time inside the Eye of terror could go backwards; no matter if they were sent into the future of the past, the Wolves will hunt their prey for Russ and the Allfather.

Sarek reached the place and move to his Wulfen pack, so he could calm and reestablish order among the savage wolfish astartes; they are good soldiers but their animals instincts sometimes took the better of them and they need a steady hand to go back to the right path. The dozen Wulfens were moving nervously around a Grey slayers pack who were simply recharging their bolters and checking their equipment; counting the loot they picked from the dead on the last battle.

It has been a good loot this time; at last they would have some bolter ammo, it was kind of hard to put their hands into bolter ammunition as only the traitors astartes have those on them, the rest of the rubble they killed were usually armed with inferior weaponry, nothing that they could use for real, unless they were really desperate. The mutants and cultist have laser rifles the best days and archaic solid projectiles automatic weapons the worst; if they don't carry some kind of demonic possessed weapon that only a cretin will carry, acting like a fucking beacon to any warp entity nearby.

Sarek grunted and the vox of his wolf helmet projected the sound so the pack could listen to it clearly; the Wulfen formed at his side; all his animal urges sated for the moment and his astartes training kick in letting them recover some kind of discipline and order.

A blue spot appeared in the middle of the air and before anyone could even blink, it expanded to a ten meters radius arc, swirling with energy and power; the arc was established when a towering figure; even for astartes; cross the arc and throw some runes to the edges of it, forming a circling pattern of golden glowing runes.

The Wolf priest smiled when he saw Tor; his friend and Priest like him but Rune priest instead of Wolf priest; put his red sword over his shoulder and move to the awaiting forces of the 13º company.

Tor was a towering giant of ten feet, clad in golden and dark grey runes and armour; his armour has patches from almost all the traitorous Legions except the Death Guard; those bastards are living plagues and his equipment was always rusted or putrid beyond repair, only working by the will of their demonic patron; Redstorm his psychic broadsword was on his right hand and he lazily carried a stolen combibolter and meltagun from the black legion on his other hand.

He stomped the ground as his armour runes dispersed the accumulated power of the Inmaterium, as his psy powers where the ones who opened the gate; every time his armour broke, he had to engrave again all the sacred runes of protection into the traitors gear; a labour most frustrating; swearing like a sailor on a calm belt.

As Sarek, he wore a wolf shaped helmet; proof of being one of the original Astartes of the Sixth Legion; but his helmet was covered in patches and runes, connected to the power cells on his back.

The priest raised the crimson glowing sword and pointed to the swirling arc.

"What are you waiting for, wolves?" his voice sounded powerful and commanding but it couldn't hide the pride and mirth for the success of the mission and the high rate of survival of his wolf brothers " get into the portal, we a have a lot more bastards to kill".

The pack howled and run through the portal, the Wulfen and the Grey slayers first, as they were the most uncontrollable and carried the loot respectively; Sarek however, waited to have some words with his old friend and to be sure the force retreat without problems.

"How was the hunt Iron wolf?" asked Sarek putting down his helmet; revealing a surprisingly clear face of any wolf traits except his long canines; calling Tor by the name his primarch give him the day he become part of the Sixth Legion Astartes forces.

Tor snorted and just sheathed his sword on the maglock sheath on his left leg; the hiss of the sword power diminishing and the cooling of the runes, made some fine mist in the atmosphere; he took his helm and took it out too, keeping it on his free hand.

Tor had much more wolfish traits than Sarek; the Wulfen runs deep and powerful on the blood of the old Rune priest; he had a steel grey mane and bangs under the border of the helmet and the armour and he side of his face; deep golden eyes worthy of a wolf and the characteristic long canines of the Six legion; however his Wulfen course has make his nose more prominent and strong; his ears were pointy too and with a bit of black fur behind them.

Tor look like the human child of a thunder wolf and he does possess the strength and fury of one; being a psyker only add more ammo for his combat abilities.

"Damn, useless, monsters" grunted the fenrisian warrior " Bulveye did short work of the, so glorious, Slannesh champion and his personal guard smelled of chaos taint and chemical tanks".

"Ah, Biles works then" sighed Sarek guessing right that the elite guards of the Slannesh champion were a batch of clones from the traitor apothecary known as Fabius Bile.

A man who has even renegaded from his own Legion and their patron chaos god Slannesh; as he was only obsessed with the experimentation on the creation of the astartes and unlock the secrets about how the Emperor created the Primarchs.

"Clones for sure; they fought hard but they were nothing but meat shields in the best cases" nodded Tor " nothing like those abominations we fought aboard that accursed Black Legion vessel near the Cadian gate".

"Those things were an insult" grunted Sarek remembering full well that combat and the disgust and despise he felt for the twisted parody of a true astartes, Bile sold to a Black legion paladin, ready for starting a campaign into any systems he could reach " we did well in burning them all to the warp, along that ugly piece of metal they called battleship".

Tor nodded in agreement but suddenly he raised his head and look into the mist that surrounded the plain where the portal has been displayed. Sarek did notice too the sudden change in the surroundings, as their senses; much more accurate that even the rest of the marines; felt how the unmistakeable smell of the demons, was filling the air.

They were late as the last of the Long fangs cross the blue and black hole in the reality, leaving only Sarek and Tor in the plain; they put on they helmets and retreated too but before the first demon could find the place and disrupt the portal, Tor crossed it with a final insulting howl and the blue hole disappeared like it was never been there.

Another day; or whatever it was in the Eye of terror; for the sons of Russ of the 13th company of the Sixth legion of Adeptus Astartes of the Emperor of all Mankind.

Citadel space/Human embassy/Presidium/2183

To say Jane Lionel Shepard was pissed off would be the understatement of the century.

She was a deceptively strong woman; she was a bit short; reaching the 5´6¨ with a perfectly fit body; thanks to her biotics; and more than enough curves to grant some very appreciative glances for any healthy male or Asari in the neighborhood; however her most distinctive trait was her crimson hair and deep blue eyes that could pierce the soul of those under her command.

She has drag her ass off from side to side of the galaxy; hunting the bastard rogue Spectre Saren from Noveria to Feros and into Vermine.

Vermine become a clusterfuck of epic proportions in the end. Ashley died on that bloody rock, so they could put a nuke on the clone factory Saren had, in order to grown his own army of retarded and indoctrinated krogans, ready to launch them into the Citadel space. If it weren't for a STG team under the leadership of Captain Kirrie; now deceased along Ashley; they couldn't have finished the mission and nuke the abominable place to hell. In that bloody place, she had been insulted by an eons years old sentient ship, for Pete sake; the Sovereign wasn't a geth ship; was a living and raging battleship of two kilometers size, ready to screw anything in his path.

And now that she had the hope that the fucking Council will react; about bloody time, as Garrus has the detail to say so eloquently; leading a fleet over his Turian renegade ass, now they came with this stupidity about the Terminus systems. Shepard was fuming inside but her face was expressionless; her N7 training was kind of useful to suppress emotions; however, the rest of crew at her side, knew better the infamous commander Shepard; the Lioness of Elysium and nightmare of all the Batarian Hegemony.

She was one of the best Vanguards of the Alliance and possible the best N7 operative they had in decades; not to mention the first and only human Spectre; a right earned after she shown in the faces of the Council the proofs of Saren betrayal. He has kill Matriarch Benezia; Liaras own mother; in front of her daughter; he has burned and destroy a thousand years old living lettuce in Feros, before it transformed all the colony into some kind of plant zombi like beings and after all that she lost a dear friend in Vermine.

All of those achievements, only for the Council to give her hope, to finally do some real things instead of hide behind political mumbo jumbo and excuses; just for put a leash in the last moment, at her and her ship into the Citadel dock bays. The Normandy was lock down and the rest of the crew grounded and pending of transportation to their home worlds; they even said a shit about Kirrie and Ashley, not even acknowledged their sacrifices and that pissed off Shepard to no end.

Udina was fuming as Shepard but he was much more worried about the political shitstorm that was coming when the Krogan discover that a human Spectre and a STG team from the Salarian had nuked down a laboratory with the possible cure for the genophage. The Asari councilor was more than happy with the results; so was the Turian and the Salarian councilors; they understand perfectly well how deep grave the human had dug themselves, thanks to the actions of the one and only Commander Shepard. This crazy red head was like a missile without any kind of system guide, just point her into the objective and be ready for the fireworks; she never disappoints; in an explosion of bullets and biotics powers.

Noveria, Feros, the assassination of an Asari Matriarch...she even free the last Rachni queen into the galaxy!. She had good intentions that's for sure but she was nothing but another jar head, with too much power for his own good.

"Are you crazy?" asked Shepard to the councilors in a dangerous low voice that make his crew step back and quickly search for cover " do you really believe blocking the relays will do Jack to stop the Sovereign?".

"Commander, we are afraid that all of your allegations about some kind of "Reaper" living space vessel" started the Asari councilor " were present to us without any kind of proof, so we believe that you were somehow affected by, how did you put into your reports? "Indoctrination"?".

Garrus snorted behind the commander, he and Tali were inside the facilities, there was nothing funny about the indoctrination, it does something to your brain, it turned it to mush and then converts you into nothing but a husk ready to serve the Sovereign; Saren simply had the luck to be necessary; only prolonging the time before he goes "Uurrrggghhhh" like the rest of the salarians they saw indoctrinated inside the facility in Vermine.

"With all the respect Councilor" said Shepard in a cold and venomous voice "I add to my reports the vids I could salvage into the omnitools of Garrus Vakarian present here and Tali´zhora var Narrya; they SHOW you very clearly what the "indoctrination" could do to people" said Shepard in the exact doubtful tone of the councilor.

Garrus flashed his omnitool so the council could see it was a Savant VI last model; the state of the art of technology in omnitools; so there was nothing wrong with his tech device and it could record perfectly well, thank you.

"Yes, a very powerful brainwashing technique no doubt" said the Turian councilor; one who has always been against the presence of the humans among the stars; they were rowdy, indiscipline and ignorant the best days " but that could be accomplish perfectly well with drugs, isolation and mental trauma; I only see geth under the command of Saren and not any "Reaper" of yours".

"We recorded the entire conversation for fucks sake!" exploded Shepard and her biotic flare a little in a blue flame surrounding her body like a quick crown of flames.

None of the councilors reacted to the outburst as they were not in the same place as the flaming red head and diminished the outburst like the angry and ignorant child, they were convinced the humanity was.

"We only saw static snow, Shepard" wave a hand the Turian disregarding the matter.

"Nine minutes twenty-eight seconds of snow exactly" pointed Kaidan behind Shepard, checking his omnitool too; Kaidan was a biotic of first generation but his real talents were the machines, the best Sentinel Shepard had the pleasure to work with; the rough voice of the man was full of sarcasm " before that, the image and sound its perfect and after that the image its perfect again as well, seriously councilors did you really see all the vid or just fast forward it to the best parts?".

Shepard flash a quick smile to the sentinel for the support and turn her face; with an angry scold to the councilors; looking each one of them with anger and betrayal.

"The Salarians lost a good STG team, the Alliance lost one of its best soldiers, the Krogan lost a chance; minuscule but present; to cure the genophage and all of you re just sitting on yours thumbs after closing the door to the wolf, hoping that if you ignore him long enough he would just disappeared" said the woman to the councilors who simply stared back at her neither of the sides of this discussion will saw the mistake of his actions and she knew it.

They are scared; they fear something the didn't understand and try to apply their old schemes into the problem, forcing it to fit into something they believe they could manage. They couldn't be more wrong, but that doesn't stop them to seek comfort on their excuses and political loopholes. Before any of them could say something more, Shepard sighed and turn her back to the council; ready to leave the room after a very tired and frustrated words.

"This is nuts; you are hiding, cowering in fear of a war against Terminus, when Sovereign will come; no matter how well you believe you are prepared; and kill us all just because you couldn't trust your own bloody Spectres; I'm leaving; I'm tired of smashing my head against a wall".

Udina did some gesture to stop Shepard but a single glare from the red head Vanguard and he just gulped and let the Lioness of Elysium left the embassy with her crew.

Outside the embassy she could still hear the councilors trow a tantrum about how disrespectful was the human and how they did well putting her and her crew under a leash; she just walk away into the depths of the Citadel; she needed a drink, she needed a lot of drinks. Anderson saw the woman left; he has been oddly quiet during all the interview with the Council but his eyes had the kind of stare than means there will be the hell of a problem incoming in and they will be sacrifices that must be done to prevent those problems. Shepard dismissed the crew once they reach the end of the elevator; all of them wanted to say something but they recognize the look on Shepard eyes; she wanted to be alone and if would be better for all of them to simply let her be before she manifest her feelings by a very powerful biotic throw to the other side of the Citadel space.

Garrus and Kaidan share the unpleasant news with the rest of the crew of the Normandy and told them just to let Shepard be, she was not in the mood to be trifled with; so the crew shrugged and dismissed going into all kind of errands; all of them knowing full well that it was only time before Shepard pulls out some kind of crazy stunt that send them all to hell and beyond.

She has done it a lot of times before, from shutting down and rogue IA in the moon, to hunt a trio of criminal bosses around half of the universe. She was a good Samaritan; so much was certain but she had a knack for violence that could make a berserker krogan look tame. Blame the vanguard training along the N7 elite forces training; they make her a biotic missile and she loved every second of it. She entered the corridors of the market; Choras den was closed after the stunt her crew pulled on Fist and his gang at the beginning of their travel; walking into the Flux, the other bar that would at last have enough variety of beverages to allow her to choose her poison for quite a variety and waste herself in peace.

Even for a strong woman like her, the pressure of the fucking beacon; the visions of the death of the Protean Empire; the clash with the Thorian and her zombi minions; once human colonists; and of course the fight with Matriarch Benezia; she put a bullet trough her head in front of Liara; not to mention she was the responsible of send Ashley to her death in Vermine.

She had a lot of ghosts chasing after her and still the universe continues dropping more weight over her already overloaded shoulders. She smiled warily to Jenna; the old Choras den waitress that she help to get out before the shit hits the fan; when she dropped a nuclear red drink on her table.

"You look you need it Commander" smiled back the girl and let her be, like she wanted.

Not really a surprise Jenna always had the best tips; she knows exactly what the client needs and they appreciate it. In Shepard case something capable of throwing herself to the ground and curl in blissful ignorance and drunkenness. She sipped the drink and her brain shut down for a second as her throat gagged at the presence of the foreign object slipping down her gullet. She managed to suppress a cough when the drink reached her stomach but she couldn't hide a smile creep up on her face when the dumbness of the alcoholic drink hit her brain hard; ah the blessing of being unable to fell a shit.

No more worries, No more responsibilities, no more smashing against the political crap of the citadel, No more deaths over her conscience.

She took another sip of the drink and she noticed how easily went it down her throat the second time; it seems like it was one of those liquors that became easy to drink once you have reached some point; but she had to admit Jenna was right, she needed one of this.

Still dress with her N7 armor; the shadeless blue of her armor did contrast with her crimson red hair; just sat alone in the corner reservation of the Flux as Jenna has already advised to the other employes to simply don't come closer to the brooding woman, if they don't want to end flying over the handrails of the place into the market several stories under the Flux. It could be a very nasty fall and the Seg-C has just left the place; anyone dumb enough to attack the Lioness of Elysium when she is in this mood, deserves anything that could happen to them.

The music of the Flux was something on the verge of the conscious of Shepard; it was not her coup of tea but it wasn't bad either, so she just simply enjoyed what was left of the drink and smiled like a drunkard when the liquor hit her brain like a train, clouding her senses in a very welcome blanket that soothed her stress and pain for a little.

She needed a damn break and the universe was giving her none; so she simply took it whenever she can.

They pretended to put her on a leash; stealing all from her; her crew, her ship, her hunt; fucking politicians they know nothing about what was happening out there; they are so busy with their own agendas that they couldn't see the real problems that roams the universe. The Citadel could be call the center of the universe but it was pitiful unaware of what is looming beyond his glass windows.

Shepard ended her drink and thought about rose and raid the council offices; perhaps if she threw those motherfuckers to the Terminus system into a geth base, they will understand that hiding inside their own relay space was just only a temporary measure; meanwhile, Saren was going to awake the Reapers and for those monsters the relays are just a nuisance in the better case.

She tapped the payment on her omnitool and rose from the chair, the world moved a little and she groaned, fortunately there was no reporter around; the last thing she need was her appearance on the news walking half drunk on the Flux. She sat again and Jenna appeared again, but this time with a blue beverage; she just smiled and took the empty glass from the table.

God blessed the girl; the blue shit was a god send for her state of drunkenness; it was fresh and cleans the taste of the red liquor from her tongue; not to mention it seems to revive even her death brain cells after the red bomb Jenna has thrown at her with the previous drink. Nursing the new drink, she cursed about how soon she will be sober again; she loved the release of the responsibilities and how Ashley goodbye doesn't ring in her ears like a damn accusation of being a complete bastard of the worst kind.

But all good things must come to an end and the appearance of Anderson at the entrance of the Flux meant only one thing.

The shit has just gotten interesting.

"Hey Shepard" saluted the black man with diversion hanging in his eyes " do you have a minute for an old man?".

Eye of Terror/Unnamed asteroid/Time has no sense here.

"Damn the Inmaterium and the cretin who build this tainted piece of junk" grunted Tor as the hands and tolls of his servo-harness; the only relic he conserved from his time as Iron priest before the company entered into the Eye of terror; finalized the modifications to the shoulder guard recovered from the corpse of a black legionary.

He has been working non-stop since the company finished the last hunt, in order to bring back to shape all the weapons and armors of the company before their next jump into their next prey. The tarot and the Runes had spoken the same for the first time in a very long time; whatever they did, they must kill these objectives without fault. And they were one of the best hunts the company has had in eons but at the same time they put a strain in the poor and scarce resources of the company.

No tanks; no dreadnought armor; no jumpacks, nothing.

Only scavenged bikes and all the weaponry they keep when they entered into the Eye of terror; fortunately almost all the traitorous Legions carried the same weapon pattern they had before the Great betrayal of the Horus Heresy and they were perfectly loot filled living corpses every time they meet and took some trophies and glory, now that they were at it.

Tor tossed the shoulder guard to one of the Grey slayers of his pack; the man was bringing more pieces and loot to the improvised forge; and the wolf grunted in thanks and proceed to put the shoulder back with the rest of the armor; now that the chaos icons has gone it was just a scratched but functional shoulder guard.

He took the next piece of the mountain at his sides and keep moving the arms of his servo-harness; originally it had only one extra servo-arm but soon, it was obvious than he would need a lot more extra appendages, now that it was impossible to have a retinue of Servitors around to do the lesser chores. He had to kill and shred, limb for limb, a Warsmith of the Iron Warriors and the purge and purify every single mechadendrites inside of the machine, before he could even use it for the simplest of the chores. Fussing the original Servo-arm he had with the looted piece of tainted tech, into one, single and functional, clean piece of invaluable technology.

Now, it was the most invaluable possession of the company, as it do wonders to keep the company equipment in top shape and ready for the eternal warfare that they were waging against practically, all the Eye of Terror.

Tor took all the pieces of the exploded plasma weapon and almost roared, seeing the state of the gun; it was not like the Long fangs have been lazy about keeping good maintenance of their gear; for Russ Sake the old farts were warriors even before Tor took his first prey back in Fenris; instead it was the crude disposition of the weapon innards, what make the part of Tor that was still an Iron priest, roar in revulsion and disgust. Some fucker just put piece over piece, so the gun could be shot and so be it; if the gun explodes bad luck; there was almost non safety measures, no heat disperser except the most basic venting conducts; extremely inefficient; the plasma cell of the weapon had almost three minuscule holes.

Figures; it was a miracle the bloody gun didn't explode sooner and in a way that would vaporize half the body of the poor sod aiming the gun. The extra appendages and tools of the servo-harness went in movement with only a single mental command of Tor, as they dismount, clean and repair the pieces of the gun. Tor took the barrel of the gun and start to engrave some runes in the metal inside of the gun; the chaos taint would be lessened and the poor spirit machine of the weapon could rest a little after an unknown amount of years of poor maintenance and poorer construction.

After cleaning the gun and mounting all the pieces again; he maglocked the gun to his left leg as he couldn't go searching for the Long Fang; he still had thousands of things to do in the crowed armory they had inside the asteroid. As much as him, another dozen of brothers who received the sacred teaching of the Machine god in mars were working non-stop to repair and upgrade all they can, all the gear of the company inside the asteroid.

He awoke his psyker powers inside the Eye of terror, during the first centuries of the hunt but he never forgot anything they taught to him on Mars, about the Machine God. He couldn't; he had several memory buffers and other memory implants that prevented him to forget almost anything. Ten thousand years of warfare against the traitorous legions and the Inmaterium demon spawn and he still could remember with perfect clarity the blizzard sunsets on Fenris. Skald was another of his titles; Story teller; a title that grants him the privilege and the burden of remembering the tales of all his battle brothers and their heroic deeds until their life lines were cut.

Tor ended the piece of armor in front of him, before cutting the horns of the helmet and shape with the plasma cutter on one of his extra servo-arms, the crude image of the red wolf and the moon who was the symbol of the 13º great company of the sons of Russ.

Or what everybody call them, The Wulfen.

Tor ended his share of the work and radioed it to the nearby brothers, so they could pick their gears; he disengaged the Servo-harness on his back; and make a quick check up on his own sacred implants; the brain memory buffers, the mechadedites for the Servo-harness and his left arm; who himself had upgraded with and auspex and all the tech devices he could manage to put into the arm, without losing any power.

A procedure that took only an hour to him to complete and only because the living style of the 13º company doesn't allow any kind of waste of time; every second counts when you are hunting a demon swarm or leading a charge into the nucleus of a tainted nemesis class carrier in the middle of a warp jump.

He always feared that he was offending somehow the spirits of the machines and weapons but he always tried to appeased them all he could, despite the always shortage of time he had to perform any kind of proper and sacred reparation or maintenance in the war gear of the company.

He took his wolf helmet and walked outside the armory; soon it will be crowded with battle brothers picking up his gear and returning to their guard positions, just in case the nearby demons of the planet they were orbiting notice their presence.

Redstorm buzzed a little in his scabbard; the broadsword feel the presence of the demons and the master crafted Force weapon was more than ready to destroy their corporeal forms and burn to the ground the dammed planet. He shared the sentiment but he was under the command of Lord Wolf Bulveye and for the moment, the Wolf Lord was much more interested in the hunt the tarot of the Emperor and the runes, had design for him and his company.

He exchanged some salutes and taunts with the Storm claws and Grey slayers of the camp; they were the spinal cord of the company; solid, veteran warriors that were ready for anything; as they prepare their gear for the new incursions into the enemy lines. A dozen of wolfs the size of big lions passed at a quick pace near him; the beast were artificially enhanced to be more lethal in the battlefield; entire packs of them followed the company into the Eye of Terror and despite the high tax of mutation the Eye of Terror causes on everything, the sturdy wolf race from Fenris didn't have almost any mutant.

His pack was ready for the next incursion, but before that, Tor knew that the Wolf Lord Bulveye and his elite guard will ask advise and warning from the Rune Priests; to see if the Runes truly bless the hunt.

Tor wasn't the best oracle out there; in all honesty he sucks at throwing the Runes; his powers are much more battle oriented. He is a front line fighter, capable of unleashing ungodly devastation upon his enemies, but not an oracle; his visions of the future are never as precise as the ones that the other Rune priest could see and he berates himself badly for it. The Rune priest were the ones that allow the company to travel inside the Eye of terror without ships or interference, thanks to the psy ability known only as The Portal. Or, in more layman terms, how to open a path from the surface of one planet to another, without falling at the hands of the predators that lurked the warp.

Tor soon saw the rest of the Rune priest of the packs along Lord Bulveye and his Storm claws pack, reunited over a long plain of stone surrounded by the most powerful rune wards the Rune priest could create. Even at the distance he could sense the uneasiness of the other priests and Bulveye; the frown of the man was like a thunder for Tor senses, and when Bulveye was pissed for something, it would only lead to deep troubles for all the company.

Mind you, that Bulveye has been leading the 13º company for ten thousand years, all of them inside the worst possible place in the universe, despite the loses and how they had to adopt a unique style of hit and run; they do look now like a wolf pack on his warfare; he has been doing a great job; but it didn't rest any weight to the burden of knowing that any lost is, completely irreplaceable.

Soon he reached the border of the rune enclosed space; calling out one of his fellow Rune priest to attention; waiting for the people inside the wards to allow him entrance, last they need, was him breaking the protections and provoking that all demon spawn in all the star system noticed their presence.

Ulfgerth was one of the oldest Rune priest of the company; a warrior and a psyker of tremendous power who lost half his face repelling the bloody abomination of Khorne called the Skulltaker; Tor himself forged and implanted the metallic half face of Ulfgerth as the heroic deed of the man saved his life when he was still an Iron priest.

"Good to see you alive, Iron wolf" half smile Ulfgerth, may half of his face be a mask devoid of any expression but it didn't deprive the old priest to have quite the sense of humor in the middle of the Warp "So you found time to join us in our little meeting, uh?".

"Someone has to put some common sense into such a bunch of grouchy old wolves" replied Tor without losing a beat, they were not only fellow Rune priests but good friends, specially after the battle on where Ulfgerth lost half his face " it is a hard job; sometimes I need a sledge hammer and a steady hand to nail some into your thick skulls".

The cracked laugh of the priest resonated in the clearing, advertizing the rest of the wolves of the presence of Tor; they retreat the barrier for a second so the last of the present Rune priests in the asteroid could join the war council.

Bulveye grunted a salute to Tor as the rest of his Storm claws, they were the elite of the company along the priests and the Wulfen; their company may not have numbers, but they do have fucking quality in spades.

"About time Iron wolf; I see this time we needed more time to maintenance of the gear, that or the loot has been awfully good " mocked Sarek being there as representative of the Wolf priests; the rest of his brothers were deploying the Wulfen to the next portal location in the borders of the camp; just in the center of a very complex rune ward that Tor and the rest of the priest took an entire day to complete.

"Both" deadpanned Tor " do not make me start on the status of the gear we have recovered from those pale shadows of a true astartes, puked from Biles last delusions of grandeur" sighed Tor and all the wolves shared a smile.

All of them have fought Bile imitations of space marines; a lot of them are nothing but failed experiments trying to recreate the astartes perfection; others are abominations that were physically more powerful than even a battle brother but their brains were so twisted in drugs and chemical ups that they had no discipline, nor battle wits beyond kill and rip anything in his sight. The most dangerous however were the upgraded humans he puked out of his labs from time to time; they were not as powerful as a full round astartes but are the brightest psychopaths the Empire had seen since Vandire.

"We are ready to move?" simply asked Bulveye, Tor was one of the few Iron priest of the company; no matter that he was now a Runic priest as he became a Psyker inside the Eye of Terror; the Wolf Lord was clever enough to know that true advice of how well your wargear was, values his weight in gold.

"As ready as we can, Wolf Lord" replied Tor with respect " give me a good forge and I would even forge you a bloody Sicarian tank, but for the moment, all the equipment is repaired the best we can and we have more than enough supplies for an incursion, unless they manage to trap us for more than a week".

Bulveye grunted; the report of the Iron priest now turned Runic priest was more or less what he expected; the Runes has told that the hunt will be good for the company but there was a last part of the prophecy that bothers the Wolf Lord and it was that the final verses of the prophecy told that the cost of the Great Hunt they have embarked will save the Empire from a great threat, but the 13º company will suffer an irreplaceable lost.

Usually that wouldn't bother much the Wolf Lord; they job was to fight and die for the Empire. For Russ and the Allfather. But it means that Bulveye would lose something invaluable at the hands of the enemy. At first guess that would mean that the company will suffer great casualties or they will lose a Wolf priest and all the gene-seed stored into the Fang of Morkai will be lost. No matter the cause, the company will perform the hunt the tarot and the Runes has foretold them; after all they were wolves and a Great Hunt was too much of a challenge to simply let it pass. No matter the cost, the wolves will perform their duty as the Emperor and Russ made them into the Executioners of their will.

Bulveye was a Wolf Lord; he leaded the charge, first to enter, last to leave, he could send his wolf brothers to Khornes mouth and he knows that all of them will follow him, no question asked but now he was sending one of his men to a prophetic death and it bothers him to no end. That was not a warriors death. No wolf should die like this, Empyrean divination be damned; they should fell defying the destiny; Fate should be challenged with an ax in hand and a howl in the skies.

"We deploy in an hour; pick the packs and let us go hunt the last bastard; who is the last prey brothers?".

A pair of Rune priest smiled and raised his faces from the conglomerate of runes in the floor.

"A daemon".

Ilos/Planet surface/protean ruins/2183

"This was not the best of my ideas" recognized Shepard to herself on her mind, as she used her biotics to send bunches of geth flying trough the air, into a wall; smashing them into scraps;she hated the digital chirps they did instead of just screaming like a normal living being.

"I love this party Shepard" laughed the massive Krogan merc called Wrex, as he jumped out of his cover and shots several times his shotgun, at zero distance from a geth prime, destroying the synthetic like it was nothing " I knew you would bring me to a good fight".

"And the Krogan just being a krogan" mocked Garrus before putting a bullet into the bulb head of a geth walker collapsing it into a noisy pile of scrap metal.

"Ah, shut up Vakarian" grunted the big alien cooling his shotgun and looking for more enemies " you are not fun".

But after seeing the ground team quickly dispatch the opposition; he grumbled loudly as the fun has ended and compacted his shotgun to his back.

"Any wounds team?" ask Shepard cooling her pistol and with a smile on her face as the adrenaline was still high; she lived for this time; where all the stress and shit just went down the barrel of the gun into the face of the enemy.

"I'm fine" shrugged Garrus and Wrex simply snorted more loudly.

As krogan his regeneration could take care of almost any wound that would be not result in an instant death and his armor was not punctured, well not more than usual.

"Mako team status" ask Shepard by his communicator.

"We are fine Shepard just twitching at any sound and scared as hell but..." said the voice of Tali.

"We are fine Shepard; no hostile contacts so far" reported Kaidan with a more deep and rasp voice " the scanners of the Mako don't show anything".

"Have you found anything Shepard?" said the rich and educated voice of Liara.

"Nah" replied Shepard " apart from some geth troops nothing so far that could help us to open those damn doors".

The ground team move around the protean place; the vegetation has won the war for the domain long ago and all the buildings surrounding them have all kind of alien vegetation crawling their surface. Liara has been like and school girl when they reached the planet and did her best to hide her enthusiasm about what they could found over the surface of the planet; after all, she was one of the top experts in the galaxy about Proteans and their culture. Leaving apart the fact that Saren was trying to blow up the universe, Ilos was like the holy grail to her and she was almost glued to her omnitool picturing and recording anything she could find during their time over the planet surface.

Shepard let her be; she was not a military but she was quite a capable adept by herself and could stand the ground like the best, like she demonstrated when she faced her own mother; an Asari matriarch of no little power; during the Feros fiasco with Benezia and the Rachni queen.

Mu relay and Ilos are treasures by themselves; resting place of the Proteans; full of history and knowledge left behind from the race that precede all of them into the Mass effect Relays and space travel. Shepard was much more interested on what the hell the Proteans where hiding here.

What was the conduit and what relation does it have with the reapers and the Proteans?, what does Saren pretend to do with it?, construct more Reapers?, start a war with the rest of the universe?, What is really the conduit?. A weapon?, tech?, an ark?...the lost Mu relay was a myth, something that serves for debate in the archeological circles to explain all kind of myths about the Protean disappearance and where the hell went such an advanced race.

The explanation was quite simple really; they were exterminated by the Reapers; murdered; methodically until they were extinguished by the living kilometer long synthetics known as the Reapers. Sovereign; Sarens flagship; was one of them and it looks like the Sovereign is just using the poor bastard to achieve whatever goals such monster could have in mind.

They reach an elevator and Shepard count her blessings when with a little of omnigel they put the damn millenia thing in motion; she was afraid that neither her nor Garrus would be able to make the damn thing work again. Garrus was a good mechanic and technician but he was not as good as Kaidan with the machines; Shepard on the other hand was a vanguard, she had no real knowledge of how the hell does these things works, apart from throwing inside the damn thing a ton of omnigel.

No way in hell was she going to call Kaidan or Tali at her position, losing a lot of time just because she found something she couldn't repair; she would never ear the end of it. Kaidan and Garrus would never loss the chance to mock her to no end with such a thing. The invincible Commander Shepard was defeated by a simple elevator; no matter it was an elevator from a Protean ruins that could contain more fucking tech that all the systems of a frigate of the Alliance. The platform was surprisingly wide; the Mako would fit perfectly well inside the platform, taking the opportunity of the slow movement of the machine; Shepard run a quick scan over her equipment.

As almost any living being on the universe she had an omnitool but contrary to Kaidan, Garrus or Tali, herself was a civilian version with few military upgrades. Being a Council Spectre does have some useful perks like state of the art tech and weaponry. She must learn how to do some stunts, the rest could put out their sleeves; Overload charges are tha bomb against synthetics and a tech holographic armor like Kai uses, could help her a ton when she charges into close combat, as her Vanguard training kicks in.

The beep of the omnitool revealed that she was perfectly well; no damages on the armor, the weapons were cool; in all senses of the word; and no wounds, in resume the quick skirmish has been a complete success for the exploration team. Garrus was calibrating her HMWSR master line sniper; Shepard smiled internally; the Turian acted like a child on Christmas when Shepard brought him the latest and most lethal of the Sniper rifles the Spectres were using on the field nowadays. When she was in Citadel, she did pay a visit to the store, available only to the Spectres of the Council and despite the fortunes they cost, all the store goods were fucking worthwhile. After all she has gained a lot of credits for the Alliance, dragging her cute ass all over the universe, cleaning all kind of mess those fuckers of Cerberus, the geth, the merc bands, the batarian pirates or even the Alliance had stepped their noses into.

Admiral Hackett was more than happy to delegate all kind of bullshit on the Normandy, as they pass through any system, in search of clues about Saren and the Sovereign; and the payment was kind of good. Even the Spectres has to pay for their gear, and to be on top you need a lot of credit. She even had to travel to the moon to put down a rebel VI who has gone rogue, before it could scape from the training facility and reach the Extranet; the damage it could do could be catastrophic.

Or the stressful situation when a bunch of batarian wankers tried to land a meteorite on Terra Nova; the mission was a soft spot for her; she did all he could but at the end, she had to choose between saving people or killing the bakarian leader Balak; among the survivors was Kate Bowman, the woman who saw how Balak killed her brother before Shepard and her team continue shutting down the torches.

"Run, Balak, Run...I will found you and tear you a new one for what you did en X57" was the oath that Shepard made after all that fiasco; the colony was saved so much was true but Balak was still out there and there was no reasons to trust that the bastard wouldn't pull out another stunt like that again.

Shepard was a good person at heart; no matter she could snap you in half with a biotic pull; and by so she tends to put the burden of anything that went wrong on a mission over her shoulders, despise it couldn't be really her fault; she was one of the best CEO of the galaxy but at the same time, she burdened herself a lot too.

From the fiasco on Elysium; yeah they call her the Lioness of Elysium and all that shit, Lioness; where the hell did that came from?, she was red head and a spacer, what had that nothing to do with lions?, well, the nickname was cool, she was secretly very happy with the title; it had strength and sound kin of cool; The Lioness, but honestly she didn't see any relation about how her actions in Elysium had nothing to do with a lioness.

"Eh, does anyone want to share their peoples history?" said Garrus putting the sniper rifle in standby position.

"God, no" chuckled Shepard

"Grumph" answered eloquently Wrex resuming his opinion.

"Oh, come on, I miss those chats in the elevators of the Citadel" said Garrus as response.

"Garrus you love to mess with people during the elevators travels in the Citadel" pointed Shepard " Tali almost shot you once".

Wrex laughed once; although it looked more a bark that an actual laugh.

"So disappointed" sighed the Turian adjusting something on his sempiternal blue eye visor.

Shepard chuckled again and the elevator doors opened to let the ground team enter into a big and spacious room full of flora; fortunately there was no Geth around and without any need of words, the team separated and covered the room; just in case there was any surprise hid for them.

Saren was a clever bastard; a top elite Spectre; even before he was indoctrinated by the Sovereign.

Something caught Shepard attention; there was a lot of broken pieces around the place; like there has been a battle here, but seeing the state of the screens and cables, it happened thousands of years ago.

"Found the switch" grunted Wrex and pull a console; in the distance; they could hear the sounds of the massive doors where the Mako were, opening.

"Ok, that does it, better move back to the Mako we need to catch Saren before he reachs the Conduit" ordered Jane.

"If he has already found it, we will be walking into a trap" added Garrus.

"My kind of party" added Wrex his two cents.

"That's a risk we have to take" shrugged Shepard, knowing full well that this was a high risk mission but they were the only ones, who could do something about Saren and his plans.

But before any of them could move out of the room, a sudden light flashed in red; it appears like a broken drone; it blinked a couple of times before somehow estabilished himself and produce a quick series of noises.

"Hold on, what is that?" asked Garrus with the hand already on his pistol.

"Too late" chirped the red drone before a long static crackle and then another series of words and phrases " invading fleet" another broken record " No scape".

"What is that thing babbling about?" said Wrex with no interest in the red thing, now that he had Saren so close that he could almost feel his hands around the neck of the treacherous Turian spectre, Wrex had not time to lose in broken VI.

"What?" blinked Shepard " I can understand it; it's a broken message, but is a warning about the Reapers".

"You understand that gibberish, impressive" murmured Garrus.

"All hope lost...beyond the Ark files...The conduit...THEY CAN NOT BE STOPPED" continued the recording but for every useful word Jane could catch there was dozens lost in a static burst; the results were confusing to say the last.

"It says something about the conduit but the message is broken" shook her head Jane.

"Lest move on; Saren is waiting for us" said Wrex clearly impatient.

"Commander, good job with the door but we have company" said Kaidan by the radios as the sound of weapons being fired and the sound of the geth screech sounded in the background.

"Hold the position Kaidan, we are in our way" said Jane and started to run back to the Mako, if they lost the vehicle; all will be lost.

"Double time till the Mako, team" shouted Shepard, already pushing the button of the elevator.

"The hunt is ending and I will kill you Saren; double it for you, Sovereign, arrogant piece of scrap" swore Jane in her mind.

Eye of Terror border/Beauty of Charadon (Space Hulk)/M42.003

"So disappointing" mocked Tor in loud voice as he sent a quick burst of bolter shells, to a pair of Bloodletters, destroying one of them with the fire before a Grey slayer from the squad near him, joined the fire; destroying the other daemon.

His pack, along Sarek Wulfens and a trusted member of Bulveyes Storm claws pack, has being charged with the toughest part of the mission; cleave a path through the demonic swarm, until they could reach and destroy the host before the Khorne demon known as the Doombreed could raise again, turning into an even worse nightmare, the last days of the 13 Black crusade.

The demon of Khorne could be the factor that decide the tides of the war against the Empire; as his only presence could transform entire planets into a bloodthirsty mass of psychopaths.

As the Despoiler has now a foothold in Cadia; the presence of the Doombreed could destroy the Pylons of Cadia, and by so, collapsing the Eye of Terror and allowing the Inmaterium to be poured into all the Cadia system; transforming it into a demonic world. Cadia will only be the beginning, as the Inmaterium could continue infecting the material realm until it reach Terra.

It was only one of the thousands plans the real masterminds behind the Despoiler had designed. As much as he wants to consider himself the supreme lord; Abaddon was nothing but a puppet in the strings of the Chaos gods, and they are really the ones who did the planning; Abaddon is only a powerful and ruthless warrior who had the unfortunate fate of being in the worst place at the worst moment.

Using a stolen Laser battery from a boarded Chaos cruiser for the last time the pack hunted during the most intense fights of the 13 Black crusade; they pierced the shell of the space hulk and opened a clear space; spacious enough for a portal from where the Astartes pack invaded the ship and start hunting the heretic aboard, responsible for the good going of the Doombreed summoning.

For what they have recall, there were thousands of heretics on board; making those numbers, mostly with mutants, traitor guardsman and a warband of the Khorne berserkers; not counting the possible demons they could have already summoned, along the sacrifice of a thousand prisoners, in order to imbue enough energy to a specially prepared host, to be able to channel the power of the Doombreed.

The pack was exhilarating, that was a great hunt; demons and traitor marines are one of the best prey they are. They are a challenge, however, the rest of the mutants; being an exception the super mutants the size of ogrins; were an annoying swarm that kills you by simply numbers. Pretty much like those gigantic cockroaches of the Tyranids that they encountered outside the Eye of Terror during the hunts they have to take outside the Eye of terror, as their preys flees to the material world believing they will be safe out there.

Big fucking mistake; it only annoys the wolves even more having to leave their hunting ground, as they promise to Russ to hunt them anywhere they could be. There are some good things out there although; catching up with the rest of the universe is one of them; despite being an eternal hunt in the Eye of Terror, all of them still remembers Fenris and their promise to protect the Empire; one can only protect what he knows; being in the ignorance would only give reason to the stereotype, that believe the wolves are only a bunch of retarded barbarians who can only swing an ax and fell drunk under the table.

The rest of the loyal Legions seems to believe that bullshit; specially those emo wankers of Caliban; they often forgot one simple truth. The six legion were the executioners of the Astartes; they were made to be capable of do things the rest can't or would want to do; as simply as that. And the 13º Company; The Wulfen, were the best among the best in that regard...let see how many of the other Legions would have been capable of surviving in the Eye of Terror for ten thousand fucking years, without any more resources that they could provide themselves and still be capable of became the boogie man of the boogie men of the Empire.

Not half an hour later and the company has already cut in half the enemy numbers inside the space hulk and that's when the things got interesting; pushed by a tight schedule, they started to send demons and the bersekers into the dozen combat spots along the space hulk.

Tor had already fried the mind of a cultist, searching for leaders and paladins; doing the same to a berseker of Khorne; specially if he was a champion of a paladin; was kind of impossible. Their god patron made them highly resilient to psy powers and any kind of sorcery and by so, penetrating their tainted minds required a good damn amount of effort and will power, along a lot if time locked in a telepathic attack to the frenzied mind of the victim.

The key of the invasion was hit and run tactics that allow the pack to reach their objectives and then move to another place of the space hulk preventing the chaos forces to caught them into an attrition battle that the pack will lose for sure.

That's why Tor and half a dozen Rune priests were in command of the forces, as they could open a portal and left the battlefield before the worst happens; all the company was eternally grateful for Russ to teach them the way of the Portal; a more powerful, unique variant of the psy power that the masters of telekinetic way of the psykers had under their belts. A howl resonated in the battlefield and Tor raised his wolf helmet, raising a brown inside the armor; that was Sareks howl and it was calling the rest of the company to retreat; considering what they had battled so far, it was kind of odd; if anyone called Sarek coward he or she would be dead in a blink, but for the Wolf priest to make this call, means they have found something the pack must see or left before something happen that could jeopardize the hunt.

Tor moved mentally the servo-arm with the plasma cutter and destroyed one door of the bay where him and his pack had ambushed a band of bloodletters and bersekers, killing them before they could even react to the menace; appearing from thin air and raining bolt shells until there was nothing left but gory chunks. The door collapsed, along good part of the corridor behind it, preventing the appearing of reinforcements; perhaps the demons could bend reality at their will, but the berserkers couldn't and the mutants and heretic cannon fodder, even less.

As soon as he finished his work, he started to focus on the creation of a Portal; he remembered the last position of Sarek and the status of his Wulfen squad in the battle screen inside of his helmet, they were marked as green status and near them. Tor raised Redstorm, channeling his will inside the weapon and moving it in a wide circle; the blue and black hole in the reality appeared, allowing the pack to get out of there and appear in the position of Sareks Wulfens. The broadsword wasn't only a powerful force weapon but a wonderful tool to channel and control his psyker powers; there was part of his soul inside the crimson metal and black runes of the weapon when he forged it, with his own hands, as one of the trials he had to pass to gain the title of Rune priest.

The Grey slayers didn't say a word and crossed the portal double time, with their weapons ready; as much of the rest of the company; these veterans carried a lot of wargear, from bolters to more unique weapons as meltas and plasma guns, along a good sort of close combat weapons from patched chain axes to power weapons like maces and swords. The Grey slayers soon learned to loot all they can and use it against the traitors; however, none of them was dumb enough to carry a demonic weapon or anything of the sort; that would only lead all demons on the Inmaterium to them and in the end tainting him beyond redemption.

Tor entered in the Portal the last; retracting the servo-harness extra appendages and weapons; closing it behind him.

As soon as he entered the same space than the rest of his pack, he stopped, frozen in his tracks and let a small growl scape from his throat and into the vox of his wolf shaped helmet.

"Eldars" was the name hidden in the growl.

Inside a long room on the space hulk, two dozen of astartes of the 13º company of the Sixth Legion were standing alert, with their weapons more than ready to unleash a storm of bolter shells, plasma and melta beams; in front of half a hundred eldars dressed in black armors with the symbols of the Craftworld Ulthwé. As the astartes had their weapons ready for anything, so were the warriors of the Eldars counting among their numbers a dozen dark reapers and a band of surprisingly silent Banshees, but what stood more among them was the figure of their leader.

"A damn Farseer" thought Kyrll and Sarek at the same time, when the figure revealed herself " those are never good news"

The eldar female wore a hard black skintight amour and a black eldar icon covered, long black sleeves coat; at her hips hung a long and curved blade that irradiated power; reflecting the low lights of the room and the flames of the flamethrowers of the Grey slayers; her helmet was white; long and expressionless, only a pair of red lenses, with a single black tear running down the right eye, ending in a long red ponytail that reached the end of her back.

For any other, the woman would be stunningly beautiful; all her body was perfectly proportionate and effeminate; with more than enough curves to need some force of will to move the eyes to her face; with the grace of a skilled dancer and regal manners on her steps, that spokes volumes of her.

"Peace, Gaur" said the eldar female as she stepped out of the safety of her troops and put herself in front of the wolves, she raised both arms to show that she was unarmed "we don't seek battle".

Her voice was soothing and fluid, a common person will be drooling about how melodic it sounded; however, if she tried to soothe the astartes in front of her with it, it was a complete waste; they had suffered better tries at the voices of Slannesh demons and the demons had ended in the bad side of a power ax. The real shock happened when Tor gave a step ahead of his brother and taking the helmet down, so the Farseer could saw the wolfish traits of Tor; he just talk in a strongly accented eldar language.

"What, in the name of the All-father, are the warriors of Ulthanas Shelwe doing here?".

For the eldar point of view, the universe did collapse a little when Tor talk; the stoic Farseer froze in the site; if she wasn't wearing her helmet her jaw with be trying to reunite with the floor below; still processing that the Gaur had used Eldar language, strong accented; as he is completely incapable of pronounce it correctly; but otherwise perfectly fine.

The rest of the eldar were in a similar state of horror and shock; none other mon-keighs, except the few the high Farseer allowed to visit the Black library, could speak the eldar native tongue so fluently.

"H-How?" stuttered the Farseer betraying her own stoic and regal appearance for a second, as she must know how was something like this possible.

All the divination said that she would meet and ally in the wolves, the one who would give the eldar the victory in this battle, will be a man who has a wolf on his soul and she would meet the person who would have her fate at his hands; it was not clear for good or bad.

"Exodites" shrugged Tor putting his hand, relaxed, but in the handle of Redstorm, the weapon was buzzing relentless as it wanted to fight, not to chat " we save one of your colonies from a demon pet of She who Thirst, when we were hunting her and I was there, the day one of your poor sods called Eldrad has to raid Arach-Cyn for spirit stones or something like that; not really sure what those were but he taught me the basic, so we don't screw each other missions or loose time with charades".

To say the eldars were freaking out would be an understatement.

Farseer Ayisha; Disciple of Farseer Kauerith was at lost of words; her mind was a complete turmoil; this was madness, pure and simply madness, a mon-keigh?...er a Gaur most correctly, was capable of speaking Eldar?, and what was worst, his Gaur warriors have saved an exodite planet and those retards taught them the sacred language; even that moron of Eldr...wait.

"Eldrad?, as in Eldrad Ulthuan?" asked with fear Ayisha.

"I think so, it was thousands of year ago" replied Tor " we have been fighting in the Sea of souls since the Horus Heresy, eldar".

"What are you doing Tor?" asked suddenly Sarek in fenrisian to the Rune priest "what on earth are you talking about?".

"They want to know how is it possible that I can speak eldar" answered Tor "I think I broke them when I told them how we saved some eldar farmer sorry asses out there and they taught me as reward" laughed the rune priest.

Sarek was not in the pack in those times; such a swift force like the 13th company could be separated in packs that could take care of different missions at the same time and then regroup after the job is done; but he did remember that Tor has already told something among those lines in the Saga of Harald Thunderbreath and how he slayed the demoness Lillastrazza; a Slannesh champion.

"Whatever" chuckled the Wolf priest enjoying the view of the arrogant pricks at a loss of words " what did they want?".

"No idea" answered Tor " but we are losing a precious time here; if they want to help us good, if not we kill them all and continue our mission" said Tor with the practice of one that has done a lot of similar things in the past.

Even after ten thousand years hunting traitors inside the Eye of Terror, every time they went out of the place in a hunt; and for intel and all the supplies they could find; half of the time the Empire forces believe they were some kind of renegade Space wolves invading the Imperial space. So they were accustomed to being double crossed by even supposedly allies; add to this the already proved duplicity of the Eldar and the wolves were more than ready for a quick extermination and keep going like nothing has happened here.

"So, eldar" turned Tor to the freaked out eldar, who was commanding her troops and reassuring them that the mission continued, no matter the oddities they could found in the way.

Ayisha stiffened when she eared the voice of the Gaur in command and turned her face to the astartes.

"What do you want from us?" asked Tor in a commanding and resonating voice, that made the eldar and the astartes tense and prepare for the violence that may come next.

"I advise you Eldar, if you pretend to stop the hunt we will show no mercy" advised Tor in a cold tone that make Ayisha gather all her force of will not to shudder.

She has only felt such fear when she crossed her path with a chaos paladin of the Black Legion, back, when she was still a Farseer apprentice under the guidance of Farseeer Kauerith.

"No Gaur, no, we are not here to stop you but to help you" assured Ayisha with all the confidence he could muster, taking reassurance on the fact that they outnumber the gaurs, four to one and in an enclosed space like these, the howling banshee will tear the astartes apart.

Except, perhaps, for the little fact that there were a dozen Wulfens, and the astartes had enough flamers to turn the place into a living inferno in less than a second, but the Farseer was confident that if the things went south; they could kill the astartes and proceed with the banishment of the demon.

"Our leader had seen that the raise of the Doombreed, as you call this demon, will renew again all the crusade of the Despoiler in Cadia and this time, they will succeed, as the presence of the demon will break the equilibrium in Cadia and let the Eye of Terror, expand beyond its actual limits" announce the Farseer and Tor grunt once; so much they had already supposed, but now, they had another confirmation.

"We will guide your forces to the main chamber and help you vanquish the host, before the demon could set a foothold in this realm" said Ayisha as her leader has told her to inform the mon-keigh they were supposed to find, instead of this bloody Gaurs.

This astartes are completely different from the brutes she has found in all her years; they do look like ragged barbarians and they do act like ones, but they have been fighting non-stop for more years than almost any eldar alive; all of them inside the Eye of Terror and they still persevere; that spoke volumes of their will and capacity as warriors.

"If you want to join the hunt, you are welcome eldar" growl Tor.

The Farseer turn to her troops and start deploying them so they could run to the main chambers and put and end to this.

Neither the Farseer, neither Tor have idea of what has the fate stored for them.

Ilos/Chamber of Virgil/2183

"Keelah..." whispered Tali after the VI Virgil, the last piece of tech, the Protean left to tell the history of the death of his people, ended his tale about the fall of the Protean Empire and what is going to happen when Saren and the Sovereign achieves their goals.

"By the goddess" muttered Liara whipping a tear from her blue eyes, all her life, the archeologist wanted to know more of the race that preceded them in the galactic space but discovering their tragic past was not what he expected.

"Harvested" summed Garrus in a low voice " Spirits that's harsh...".

"That's put it mildly, Garrus" whispered Kaidan " I can not even imagine what kind of fire power you need to wipe out an empire like the Protean".

Virgil moved and twisted around himself; the reflection of the life in the surface of the red lights allow Shepard to see how the revelation of the final destiny of the Protean race has shock deeply even Wrex, who had a deeper scold than the usual.

Jane was as freaked out as the rest of her crew; a race of sentient machines harvested the galaxy every fifty thousands years for reasons unknown; the last ones were the Proteans, the ones from practically all tech of the universe comes from. Actually, it had a lot of sense; a honey trap; all the tech is just a single big bear trap that would call the Reaper directly into the head of all the political and military power of the galaxy, wiping out the leaders before they have even the most remote chance of do nothing.

Shepard shuddered when he pictured the image of what a dozen of ships like the Sovereign could do, along a geth flotilla, appearing just in the middle of the Citadel; the casualties will be count by the millions and there was nothing anyone could do, as the Citadel was the same thing that controls the mass relay of the system.

Cut the head before they attack did even commence; Shepard was impress and terrified at the same time by the cunning of the Reapers; they have prepared a galactic harvesting every fifty thousand years; who knows how many civilizations had already fallen to them?, were the keepers one of the first races in the galaxy?, now reduced to nothing more than mechanical slaves who seek the correct functioning of the hugest trap in the galaxy.

"How can we prevent it?" asked Shepard in loud voice " how can we trump the plans of the Soverign?, come on Virgil, there must a way to save the fucking galaxy!" shouted Shepard to the VI who stood there glowing in a fading red light.

"The creators sabotaged the relay" announced the VI and the crew raised their head with a tiny bit of hope in her eyes " as the extermination of the protean empire continued for centuries; the Ilos personnel sleep in cryo pods but the energy run low and sacrifices should be made, so the key personnel could survive".

Shepard listened attentively to the tale of the VI, if he gives her anything to put an end to the apocalypse Sovereign is planned, it was more than welcome.

"They used the conduit; a prototype mass relay; to open a one-side tunnel directly into the Mass relay inside the Citadel".

"What?" asked Kaidan " there is no mass relays on the citadel, they could control the relay in the system but the Citadel is nor big enough, nor spacious enough to house a Mass relay and the traffic the relays had".

"There is one but we never saw it for what it was" interrupted Garrus widening the eyes " Spirits; it was always in front of our eyes and we never saw it".

"What are you talking about Garrus?" asked Shepard looking at the Turian with a curious expression.

"Presidium" said the officer of Sig-C.

All the crew thought about the place for a second and they swore loudly in their home languages, when they get what Garrus was implying; that was the perfect entry point for a small force in the very center of the Presidium. The monument of the mass relay in the Presidium it wasn't a statue; it was a damn fucking real mass really; the one that Saren is going to use, to slip himself and a bloody army of geth into the presidium, with all easiness of the universe, despite the blockade the Council has put in the system.

"Keelah" said Tali " I always thought it was a statue; how come no one has ever see what it really was?".

"Because the Mass relays are still big unknowns to us" explained Kaidan " no race, except perhaps the Asari, had really an idea about how to built one or how does the thing worked and all the mass relays we know are kilometers long space hulks and not a dozen meters metallic statue on a park".

"Oh..." understood Tali the reasoning.

"The survivors were less than a dozen" continued the VI " not enough for re-population purposes but they could do one last act of war against the Reapers; they took the conduit and entered into the Citadel, sabotaging the signal that would made the keepers open the relay in the Citadel and bring back from dark space the rest of the Reapers".

"But?..." asked Shepard looking for the catch.

"The Conduit it was a one way travel mass relay; the survivors knew that they will be trapped inside of the empty Citadel but Soverign couldn't reach the keepers; the signal that the Reaper sent to the keepers was ignored by the alien race and by so he had to remade his plans".

"Soverign, despite all his power, is only one Reaper; the Council fleet could destroy him, however, if he slips an agent through the Conduit relay, it could take control of the Citadel and transfer said control to the Sovereign, allowing him to open the path to the rest of the Reapers in Dark space to enter and start the harvesting once again".

"Fuck" resumed the thoughts of all the group Kaidan into a single word.

"Double fuck" added Shepard " Saren could already be on the Citadel as we are here, trapped" grunted Jane.

The beeping of her omnitool called her attention as the tech device start to glow dangerously red by a sudden overload of information into the simple device. Tali and Kaidan glow theirs too scanning the problem.

"Huh?." from time to time, even the all powerful Vanguard and star of the N7 program, was at lost of worlds.

Specially when someone losses her with the jargon of a profession or very technical speech about something, but in this case it was simple because the damn thing that she just used for civilian commodities, now contained a shit ton of Protean data.

"This will grant you full access to the Citadel control system, use it to stop Sovereign and avenge the Proteans..." soon the red glow of Virgil fade into nothingness as the last power cells of his console run empty, silencing the thousands years old VI; he has achieved his purpose and now he could deactivate at last.

Tali run some scans on Shepards omnitool as Garrus and Liara where looking for the core of the VI, if they manage to take it as proof, all the councilors would have to admit the existence of the Reapers and took some damn measures about it, already.

Liara had much more scholar interest but the feeling was similar; the treasure of knowledge that the VI beacon contained made her head spin but at the same time, she must remembered herself, that they were at the verge of being harvested like the Proteans were.

"The shield is down!" shouted Kaidan looking at the Mako and pointing it with his omnitool " we can pass now".

"About time" grunted Wrex.

The team run to the Mako but before they could reach the vehicle, they could see a lot geth waiting for them; without a word, the team release some of their frustrations; the hunt has been long and now all of them knows that the bets has gone higher. Before, it was only a rogue spectre; now he threatened the galaxy with the complete extinction if they didn't stop the Turian before he could relinquish the control of the Citadel to the living space ship called Sovereign. Shepard threw a geth trooper into the air and shoot him several times with her pistol; Wrex war cry resonated nearby, before the massive krogan stomped a pair of geth and shoot his shotgun at point blank range, destroying them into pieces.

Tali send and overload to a geth walker and Garrus put a bullet through his light bulb, smashing the head of the walker from the inside; Liara pushed the carcass with her biotics launching it to another group of geths; slamming them to a wall, so Kaidan could shoot several rounds into the pile of metal bodies, destroying them for good. They did quick work of the fist wave, but there was a dozen more geths incoming and Shepard knew that all of them were nothing more than distractions.

She looked beyond, and in the distance, she could saw Saren and a numerous group of geth entering into a long pillar that resembled a lot a mass relay; the bastard Turian watch back and smirked at the image of her struggling to rip a geth trooper into pieces. Saren ordered a bunch of troops to prevent Shepard to follow him at any cost and enter the light of the conduit; as soon as he stepped into the light, a pillar of light flared from the swirling core of the conduit into deep space.

"Shit" thought Shepard and launched the most powerful biotic wave he could muster, sending all geth in her path flying in all directions like crash dummies.

"All into the Mako!" ordered Shepard " Kaidan to the helm, Garrus the cannon, Tali get the shields up and ready, Wrex to the machine gun, Liara you and me Biotic barriers; We have to reach that conduit and we are going to do it wild ride style" ordered the woman and the team moved as fast as they could; Garrus and Wrex where grinning like madmen and Kaidan step the metal, ready to rode over all the geths in his way.

"Don't stop the vehicle for nothing, we must reach the conduit before it closes so Canadian; time to hit the road and hit it hard ".

"Yes m´am" laughed Kaidan and put the Mako into a straight line to the conduit.

Garrus shots cleaned the path, as Wrex laughed all the time when he shot the machine gun sowing the lesser geth troops on their path; the geth did their best to stop them but despite the fire power they put on their attacks, between Liaras and Shepard biotic barriers and Talis managing of the Mako shield they couldn't stop the heavy APC to finally reach the light and being sent after Saren in another shoot of light.

Eye of Terror border/Beauty of Charadon (Space Hulk)/M42.003

Tor decapitated the berseker in front of him and send his body flying trough the air, into a mass of cultists, broking bones and smashing their flesh. When they tried to get rid of the heavy corpse, he shot the bolter plus melta gun weapon on her metallic hand, to the pile of bodies, tearing them apart with the bolter shells explosions. He pointed the weapon to the left and pulled the trigger again, but this time was the melta cannon under the cannon of the bolter the one that send a searing light and wave of heat into a mass of Khone cultists leaded by another berserker; this one dressed with a blasphemous and ragged dreadnought class power armor.

His gun cleave a path among them, vaporizing their bodied like they were drawings under an eraser and making a meter size hole in the chest of the berseker; he just stumbled a little and fall like a chopped three.

Tor clicked his tongue inside of the helmet; his flamethrower was burning cultists in one fell swoop of burning promethium but his servo-arms were already enough damaged to retract; not to mention his plasma-cutter was in the verge of overheating; and by so exploding; if he doesn't cool it already.

He left his bolter maglocked in his back; safe locked to the servo-harness and with easiness, picked the discarded chainax of the decapitated berseker; he used the promethium left in the flamethrower of his servo-arm and force a bit the plasma-cutter, to burn and melt all khorne symbols on the weapon. It was a work made in the middle of the battle, but that was no excuse to do something shabby.

All the weapons retracted to his back; once they end their work; leaving him armed with a bloodied and happy Redstorm on his right hand and a smoking and red hot chainax devoid of any markings on his left cybernetic arm.

Tor was happy; they have been fighting for less than fifteen minutes and he has already claimed the life of a champion of khorne and a hundred cultists; not to mention the price of the hunt was at his sight. As strange it could sound; the eldar has been true to his word and guided them to the main chamber of the space hulk, were a little army of chaos marines and heretics, were watching over a thousand of sacrifices as the host of Doombreed was inside the chaos octagon, drinking the blood of the recently slitted neck of a pregnant woman. The picture didn't even shackle the attackers a bit; they have seen worst and for the eldar, it was just another irrelevant mon-keigh killing another mon-keigh.

Living in the realm of the nightmares really did a number on your empathy; not to mention ones are aliens and the other genetically engineered soldiers who had lost long ago any fear they could fell.

The eldar provided quite the fire support, as they Howling Banshees cleared a path in the middle of the army, chopping down anything on their path, their mistress; the Farseer Ayisha; was busy sending a shredding psy storm into the mist of the army but unfortunately any kind of psy power will see his effectiveness greatly reduced by the presence of the icons of Khorne.

The blood god hated sorcery and psykers with a passion, as he saw it like a weakness to a true warrior; he respected martial prowess and strength above all and Doombreed was a split image of his demon god; the monster could tear apart a planet with his presence alone and by so, rending almost any psyker useless or trying to rip their owns brains out as the warp from where all them extract powers suddenly becomes against them.

The battle had started well, but Tor had already done the calculations, they could maintain this pace for another ten minutes before the superior numbers of the cultists mass turns against them and push them back. Killing the astartes among the heretic has been a tactical decision; they could lead the charge and put order in the disarray mass of heretics, shortening the time frame they had to finish the mission and left this place, before the second team of wolves blow this space hulk into oblivion.

At the end it will be decided by the sword; just like Russ loved to do things; and that thought make Tor smile, at the time he made a wide arc with his new ax, gutting a pair of heretics that tries to put a mine on the back of his servo-harness.

He would have done the same, if he was against a Warsmith or another kind of Techmarine traitor, it was a solid strategy; after all the servo-harness was a voluminous piece of gear; even in its compact form with tools and weapons retracted; and it could be considered a tactical disadvantage but the extra four, combat ready, arms and the possibility of make all kind of combats reparations and sabotage work; compensate more than enough the possible setbacks.

With fresh blood dripping from the teeth of his weapon, Tor pushed the trigger of the ax, making the teeth of the blade grind any flesh remnants inside the mechanism of the ax and readied himself for the incoming close combat, as more and more he got closer to the host. He opened his senses to the surrounding Warp; putting in actions all the Rune wards he had inside of his helmet, to prevent any foul play for the uncountable inhabitants of the Warp; so he could muster his power and unleash it to his enemies.

He raised Redstorm over his head and channel a lot of psy power into the sword; soon a dozen of red lightnings came out of the sword, raining over all the obstacles in his way, vaporizing anything that was not resilient to the psy power. Twenty five heretics died burned; vaporized or explode into a mass of gore and charred flesh, but despite all the power poured into the lighting; a couple of berserkers just ignored the bolts, as golden runes engraved on their power armors, dispelled the energy before it could harm them.

Tor smiled widely and howled in defiance as he charged forward.

The bersekers answered a howl of their own and charged forward too, gripping more strongly the handles of their more decorated and gore covered chainaxes.

The trio of titans clashed in thunderous clang, that broke the bones of the lesser heretics that surrounded them; the aura of power of Tor, an aura of electric red flames; opposed to the gory and wet sickness that surrounded the pair of berserkers.

Redstorm and the chainax moved in synchrony, repelling and dodging the mad swings of the bersekers in front of him; all the combatants used a very similar style of combat, based on overpowering the opponent, breaking the guard of the enemy before killing it, with a single and devastating strike.

Ayisha on the other hand was more than a dancer; leading her Howling Banshees, she could see the outcome of the battle and send her trusted warriors to the place where they could do more damage, but no matter how fine your pinpoint divination is; trying to check a thousand threads of destiny simultaneously, is quite taxing. Specially, if you are controlling at the same a psy storm, tossed into the middle of the enemy lines; and she remembered a bit to late, the damned interference the bloodied chaos god produce in any psy power but the storm was already butchering the numerous chaos worshipers mon-keighs and the Gaur were doing quite the good job in keeping the reinforcements at bay and opening a path to the host.

This Gaur were the best tools Ayisha could have ever hoped to find; leaving apart the initial shock of the Gaur with psy powers being capable of speaking eldar. This astartes were a very different batch than the usual that roams the space nowadays; so full of themselves and their xenophobia when they were nothing but another; yet incredible resilient and sturdy; kind of mon-keigh.

She moved her blade in a wide arc; dancing with her banshees in a beautiful dance of death and carnage; the blood fly through the air, when the humming and singing blades of the eldar women touch the flesh of their enemies. Among them; like the key dancer of a dance show; was Ayisha, leading the performance, reinforcing one flank, torching a heretic group before they could break the formation of the Bansheess; shooting a bolt of pure power to a mutant thing with a grenade launcher so it could not attack the Reapers containing the reinforcements beyond the chamber.

Jumping in a spectacular display of acrobatics, she landed in the middle of a covered group of heretics with bastardized laser gun that the mon-keigh favored and she spun and danced, rewarding all of them with a deadly wound; before the corpses could even touch the floor, she was already back among her warriors with another elegant jump that left a tiny trail of blue energy behind her.

The resonating clangs of the psy weapon of the Gaur leader called her attention; he was fighting at a peace and rythim that she has never seen before, she doubted that even the Exarch Fyera at her side, could equal the pure power that the trio of monsters were displaying.

She glanced the future; a quick and half a second duration peek into the Gaur future and saw him howling and charging again; so that means he was going to win his battle against the pair of tainted buffed mon-keighs. Part of her was happy to see that the man was all she needed and more, but she had to admit, that there was something more inside the man that scared the hell out of her; nothing daemonic, no, the man wasn't tainted at all; kind of impressive considering how his Gaurs has been fighting for thousands of years inside the realm of souls and still only those werewolf like things dressed like them, seems to be affected by the taint of the Warp.

Contrary to the belief of her previous master and Leader Kaurith; the mon-keigh had a potential that they simple decided to ignore stubbornly, blinded by their faith in that god-emperor of them. Ayisha has studied a little the mon-keigh culture and found fascinating and disgusting at the same time; they have all the flaws of the old eldar empire yet none of them give up and continue struggling in a galaxy that rejects them; with their blindness and greed they only fuel more and more the Chaos gods.

The sound of a ton of metal slamming against the floor called her back from her mussing; even in her trance state she has continued killing the heretics, getting closer and closer to the limit of the octagon where the host has already guttered the pregnant woman with his own hand and take out the fetus, engraving with a long nail, a lot of marks on the little body; the symbols wounded the eye of the viewers.

As the banshees keep a defensive formation around her; cutting down anyone stupid enough to try to interrupt her mistress as she takes down the sorcery that surrounded the octagon ritual; Ayisha raised her witchblade and pierced the runes in front of her, pouring as much as power as she could in their own banishment runes, engraved in the blade flat side. She noticed that the power of the blasphemous runes was too much for her; in time she could have disabled and banish the circle of incantation but time was something she couldn't have in this moment ; however, suddenly a powerful and fresh wave of energy hit the wards of the octagon, joining her in the effort of collapsing the sorcery circle.

The red broadsword of the Gaur was hitting the edge of the circle from the other side of the hundred meter diameter octagon, pouring as lot as power as he could muster; the felling was like the winds of a storm, furious yet clean and powerful; together, their combined power did short work of the Chaos wards and soon all the golden symbols of the edge of the octagon, melted; torched by the power of the Rune priest and the Farseer.

The host stop engraving runes in the dead fetus and throw the unborn child near the gutted and dried corpse of the mother; he faced the two intruders alternatively, and both of them noticed the distorted face of the officer of this ritual.

He was some kind of mutant; big as an ogrin, with a skin that looks made of patched skins from tanned ones to green tones of an ork like shade of green; all the different skins were patched to the body with long golden stitches that crudely meld together the flesh and the patches. All his face was a long maw devoid of lips, with long and sharp serrated teeth and from the sides of the head of the monster, there was several, bone made, protuberances that ended in spines, constantly dripping blood from inside of the twisted body of the abomination. The body was anthropomorphic but deformed to an engrossed, muscular, mass that could make an ogrin look weak and slender; he was shoeless and their feet nails were more like twisted claws.

All the abomination wore; was a simple long sleeveless coat, drenched in gore and dry blood from untold victims, only the blasphemous icons of his demonic patron khorne glow in golden over all the bloody stains.

"A pitiful dog and one of those Slannesh little wenches" the voice of the abominations crawled inside their minds like a thousand of worms over their flesh " your blood will be poor sacrifice to the glorious one but it will be enough payment for your..."

The words of the thing were forever lost as he was slammed by a heavy piece of scrap launch by the angry Farseer, much to the approval of Tor who was already stepping into the octagon, burning all the icons on his path and reading the pair of weapons in his hands to kill this wretched thing.

The Farseer was about to do the same but no demon spawn call her wench as walks away free; so she took the biggest and heaviest piece of scrap he could find and smashed it into the ugly face of whatever the hell this thing was. The abomination just toss the scrap on top of him and faced the two intruders into the octagon of Khorne; this pitiful souls had dared to interrupt the glorious return of the Doombreed whose real name was sacred and only Great Khorne could pronounce without breaking by the sheer power he hides on his name.

The first one that reached him was the Slaneesh wench, one of those eldar that created that stain in the realm of souls, when they twisted their massive empire into a quest to achieve carnal pleasures and hedonistic satisfaction.

Ayisha danced around the hulking beast; never in the same spot twice, dodging the claws and spines of the monsters; she pierced the back of the thing and took good note that this was not daemon; no matter how he pretend to be otherwise; but a powerful mutant. His flesh was solid and real, not the strange and unnatural flesh of the inhabitants of the Warp.

She spun her weapon; in a blinding motion; pouring some power into the blade and cut the tendons of the beast, he roared, and tried to pin her with his great claw like hands. The blade did cut the flesh and leave a long gash in the legs of the thing but to the surprise of Ayisha; who barely dodged a furious back slap with an acrobatic back flip, good thing she was so flexible after her time as dancer, when she took the path of the artisan back on Ulthwé at the beginning of her life.

She landed only to sense the mass of the Gaur charging directly to the beast, howling like a wolf who has found a prey; the abomination received the charging astartes with a claw swipe but Tor blocked the attack with the chainax; locking the claw; and swinged the buzzing red broadsword on his right time in a cleaver path from left to right. The sword screeched when the power on him tried to surpass the unholy hardness of the mutant skin; the mutant roared and clawed the side of the mask of Tor, leaving two deep lines under the left side of the mask.

Both fighters separated from each other after this first exchange; Ayisha meanwhile, start to focus on her runes, she quickly traced runes over her sword and over her heart; quickly pouring power into her.

She knows that the monster would be almost impossible to vanquish in duel as all his essence will repel any psy power than she could throw at him, but making her body stronger, faster, seeing the threads of destiny and pick up the best strikes and spots to his weak points; that was as easy as breath for a Farseer; and once again she must thanks the towering Gaur for the precious time he was buying her to use her power and put the fate on her side on this battle.

Tor keep attacking the abomination with relentless determination; if the beast believes that the poor mortal could keep up with his strength and power he was going to get a nasty surprise. It could be difficult to bring out the powers of the Warp around this khorne octagon but Tor managed to gather enough power for one last push; making his body as strong as steel.

That was the origin of his most renowned title; when he awakened as psyker his first power was the ability to empower his body to the point that he ripped the arm of a demon prince with pure, brute force alone; his skin took the black tone of iron, so the rest of his brother start to call him Iron wolf.

He changed the attack pattern and thrust Redstorm into the gut of the abomination; he slapped the sword and cut a deep gash in Tors armor, managing to making Tor bleeds despite all his enhanced resilience but that feint let him open for a descending strike of the chainax into the crock of his neck; the teeth of the ax screeched and the abomination howled in pain, when they managed to pierce his skin; goring his shoulder and neck.

The abomination kicked the knee of Tor and despite his new hardened body, it managed to make him kneel; he tried then to bite his head off with his grotesque maw but he had to backpedal when the blade of Redstorm appeared from under his head and almost pierce trough his neck, throat and head in a powerful upward strike.

A shadow appeared on his left; only to him to sense the witchblade of the wench piercing his back and failing his spine by millimeters; he was blessed by demon like flesh, but he was still mortal, so a deathly wound was still among his worries no matter how high could he put himself above the common mortals.

The sword cut his flesh and the abomination moved quick enough to catch the hand of the eldar before she could retreat the sword and then pierced the chest of the eldar with his free claw. The mirage of the eldar disappeared and, confused, he looked around before he sensed a piercing sensation in both legs, falling to his knees as both his legs tendons has been cut by a force sword burning his blessed demonic flesh beyond regeneration.

He promised himself that after he summoned the Glorious one, he would inflict the most horrible torments he could muster in the wench body for this desecration. A roaring called his attention, as he faced the astartes with the rune sword, making a descending double strike with both weapons to his head; he raised his claws to grab the astartes wrists and then rip his throat with his teeth; restoring his demonic powers with the crimson blood from a fresh body.

He managed to catch the descending weapons but before he could whip his jaw to the throat of his enemy, Tors knee busted his lower mandible with enough force to break his teeth and almost broke his neck backwards; letting go of the weapons they completed the arc,

Redstorm bite hungrily over the previous wound on the neck and the ax hit the other part of the thick neck of the creature; after a couple of seconds of intense struggling, the head of the abomination went flying in a fountain of gore and blood.

Ayisha followed the trail of the head and pointing at it with her witchblade, a burst of blue flame burned the head till only a few ashes landed into the wrecked octagon.

However, the celebration came short when the blood and the flesh of the abomination inflated grotesquely and exploded in a twister of blood and flesh that covered the octagon, before Tor or Ayisha could get out of the ritual place. A monstrous voice echoed trough the place, putting on their knees astartes, eldar and heretic per equal; the tone spoke of death and gore, of crimson blood from a ripped flesh; burned with hate and pain.

"You mortals has cost me dearly; once again I am denied to walk among your pathetic realm so I can show you the true meaning of power, so be it; if you banish me, then I will banish you, forever".

The twisted apparition exploded, destroying completely the circle and flaying alive almost anyone without heavy protections; even the power armor of the wolves had troubles trying to keep up the pressure, one Wulfen was flayed alive and his blood and flesh, devoured into the blood tornado.

When the blood reached the ground, the was no trace of nor Rune priest Tor, nor Farseer Ayisha and they will never be; or at last not in this universe.

Citadel space/Presidium/2183

The mako went through the reality and when it reappeared at the other end of the relay, it simply rammed a pair of geth sentinels that were too close; the already damaged vehicle rolled a pair of times, before slamming itself against a wall; near the burning and damaged presidium gardens.

Shepard groaned inside the vehicle; kicking the side door with enough biotic force to send the door flying in the air and landing in the waters of the presidium, now filled with debris and no few corpses form Seg-C and all kind of diplomats that were a bit to late for the evacuation, when the massive Sovereign appeared and started to destroy all the citadel fleet along a geth flotilla.

Soon the team gets out of the Mako and look around shocked by the state of the presidium and the corpses.

"Damn it" muttered Garrus looking with his blue visor to the corpses in the water "I count fifteen corpses, mostly Seg-C but I see a volus and a pair of asari too".

Shepard quickly scanned the place, she can not see any enemies nearby, it was a good thing but at the same time it means that Saren has already reached the Citadel chambers and started to upload the control of the Citadel to his fucking master.

"Ok team, we split up, we have a lot of terrain to cover" quickly said Shepard knowing that the situation was as worst as she feared.

"Wrex, Garrus and Tali with me" said Sheppard already putting their thoughts in order; when all of this was over, she will have all the time of the world to ponder how tired and nervous she was in this nightmarish battle; thanks N7 training " Liara, Kaidan, to the embassies; inform all the fleets out there to come here pronto; we are going to need some serious fire power here, the rest will cleave a path to the Council chambers; rendezvous with us as soon as you can".

All prepared their weapons and moved to their destinations. Thanks to the embassies to be so close, thankfully Alenko and Liaras mission would not take them too long to finish and join Shepard and the rest of the team in their hunt. All of them had a personal grudge to settle with Saren; and god forgive them, Shepard pretend to all of them to have their pound of flesh of the bastard when they reached him.

Shepard and her team run to the elevator; as she feared the place was crowed with geth sentinels and to make things worst a damn geth transport was launching troops like they were some kind of metal peas from a metal pod. Wrex roared and took down a hunter geth, using his body as cover from the shoots of a pair of walkers and a rocket troopers; Shepard launch one of them into the walls, scraping him good and Garrus get his usual head shoot, when the head of the last rocket troop head disappear and she eared muffled sound of his sniper rifle.

She covered herself in a barrier and run over the cover, joining Wrex in a charge against the walkers, both of them shooting their shotguns continuously as they grinned; enjoying the thrill of the battle, no matter the critical situation on where both of them were knees deep into. Shepard focused and raised the walker with her biotics, eviscerating the geth with a barrage of shoots from her shotgun; she changed the weapon as she has overheated the gun, she took aim and put down another incoming troop from another geth ship.

"Ah, you are like a Krogan Shepard; I knew there was a reason I didn't shoot you in Vermine" laughed Wrex taking cover; leaving it for a few seconds of intense assault rifle shooting and taking cover back.

"Smooth, Wrex" laughed Sheppard back, cooling her weapon and lifting another geth rocket trooper so Garrus could put him down with another accurate shoot "very smooth".

"Aha!" shouted the voice of Tali and then suddenly the automatic defenses of the presidium started to shoot in rapid fire, at the incoming geth troop transport vessels taking them out of the sky.

"Nice one Tali, that's some quick thinking" smiled Shepard to the young Quarian who chuckled and rub her hands together; she did that every time she was nervous or embarrassed.

"Spoilsport" huffed Wrex who was enjoying the action.

"I could see the geth flotilla out there...Spirits, the arms, are closing?!" said Garrus shocked as the arms of the citadel were closing, slowly but steady; creating a thick closure that would make the damn Sovereign unreachable until it open the dark space relay and bring the rest of the Reapers to the party.

"Damn it, we are running out of time" swore Shepard, her omnitool flashed with and incoming transmission of Kaidan and Liara.

They have already finished contacting the Council and the Alliance; they were fighting outside the arms; the geth flotilla is giving them a hard time and the Asari dreadnought; the Ascension of Destiny; was receiving the beating of its life; what it worse, the council was inside as they couldn't evacuate sooner, when they attack came so suddenly.

"Shit, one after another" muttered Shepard " we need to open those arms and we need to do it now".

"We could use the main console of the Council chambers" suggested Garrus still scanning the air for nasty surprises, even with the automatic defenses already doing that job.

"I could patch you in, with the data Virgil gave you Shepard" added Tali "then you could take control of the Citadel and open the arms".

"Sounds like a sound plan to me" smiled Shepard, happier than ever of having such a good team and friends on her side.

Contrary to the popular belief she had nothing against aliens despite the Elysium fiasco with the batarians; hell, she even liked the Krogan, it was like having a grumpy old uncle nearby; an old uncle with a big shotgun but adorable anyways.

"Kaidan, Liara, meet us at the elevator near the bank, we are going to hit the Council chambers together" said Shepard to the other part of the team; they nodded and moved.

"Ok people let´s make this quick, we are running out of time and we have a galaxy to save" laughed Shepard leading the run to the elevator.

Not to long after they left the place, a sudden screeching sound could be hear under the abandoned mako; a moment of silence and the loud bangs of something hitting metal; the noisy continue for a while until over the surface of the Mako, appeared a series of bumps; one loud screech after and one piece of the armor of the Mako bended, before it was throw into the air by a loud bang, by a gray armored fist that has just punched through the metal and then took another piece of the destroyed armor plaques of the Mako and bent it more, opening more and more cracks in the already wrecked APC.

A loud noise came form inside the APC and after a loud grunt, the meter and half blade of Redstorm pierced the armor and cut a piece; big enough; for his carrier to get out of the damn metal trap. Trampled over, wounded, ragged, confused, angered, thirsty, hungry, sore and in general an extremely pissed off Tor put an armored foot in the halls of the destroyed Presidium; he looked for anything that could give him a clue about where, in Russ name, has he been spitted by the bloody demon that caught him in the space hulk along the eldar Farseer; now that he remembered, the eldar female and how he battled at her side, against a powerful and tainted mutant that he decapitated in the end, before he could summon his daemonic master.

He would love to recover the head of the dammed thing and hang it at the wall of his forge, back in the packs base, but the eldar burn the damn thing to ashes before he could claim his trophy; nor he blame the xenos, it was the correct thing to do; it was a real pity, now he will need the word of Sarek, to be able to add that kill to his saga.

Tor started to notice, how odd all the place look like; there was some kind of xenos bipedal turtle statue in a corner; extremely damage by fire weapons; and a lot of xenos corpses in the water, all their blood smelt wrong, he could not recognize the smells. There was the unmistakable smell of humans but the air; despite the aroma of battlefield, had a quality that he did not recognize. There was something very odd around the place; he expanded his senses way beyond even the Wulfen could reach; he tapped into the inmaterium and he froze in the spot.

It couldn't be...this was not possible.

The ocean of souls was clear, calm and tranquil; he expanded his mind more into the Warp; he saw souls, glowing in the middle of a war against a damn race of abominable inteligence!.

He got back into his own body and his blood ran cold; this was impossible; did he traveled back in time until the days of darkness?, has he been sent when the iron men destroyed humanity?.

No, that was impossible, the Chaos gods existed even before that time and the Warp was devoid of them; there is still some lingering presence of Behemoth like Warp beings among the stars, some primitive predators and some odd presences hiding in the corner of the space; but no great gods, there is Nothing.

Russ bones.

Tor focused into his mind again and launch his consciousness into the Warp but in a way that would be considered directly suicidal in his universe.

And saw it.

Or more correctly, didn't see it.

The Astronomicom, gone, nothing, the light of the Emperor, the beacon that illuminated the eternal darkness of the Warp didn't exist in this nightmare like realm.

Tor howled and the pure brute force of his physic howl, sent debris and the scrapped Mako, flying into a twister of brute psy energy; the corpses of the geth floated from the floor, along crystal shards and a few corpses from the water; trapped as well into the echo.

All the Citadel tower rumbled with the anguish of the howl; it didn't go unnoticed by the few persons in this universe, who could sense things like that.

In another system, a tattooed girl was trying to catch some sleep in a very uncomfortable mattress, somewhere in the middle of a humid jungle; her head crawling with ideas like worms, they hurt and whisper in her head, about destruction and mayhem; the only things that could bring some semblance of peace to her, as ridiculous as it sounds to her soul; but then, the howl came and all the worms disappeared like leaves scattered by a storm. The howl was sad and scary but for the first time in years, the girl actually slept without nightmares or fears with the howl of the wolf, still in her ears like a lullaby.

A righteous asari; compromised by a strict code was traveling through the galaxy, hunting the most dangerous of the preys, hundreds of years of hunting and she knew she was close but it always eluded her grasp like a bad dream. The frustration was starting to make dent, even in a strong will like hers, but then she heard it; it was a sad and hurt yet it was kind of comforting; there was another one like her in the universe, a hunter without a prey. The asari allowed herself a tiny smile.

Another traveler ear the howl, more intensely than the rest and she didn't feel so alone anymore. It was astonishing how the howl could comfort the traveler; it could be her worst nightmare yet she felt another thing, something completely different, she, at last, wasn't alone.

Inside the Ascension of Destiny; a very special asari feel a clench on her heart; she hadn't listened that howl for centuries; it was impossible to such a howl, to be produce in this universe; something has gone very wrong for the presence of one of the possessor of those howls, to end in this universe; but perhaps, it could be a good thing; the universe need a bit of what the wolves could bring and she smiled; shit just has got interesting.

In the barrens of Tuchanka, an old Krogan was feeling all his years fall on him and he didn't like the sensation, not one bit; a varren along him was resting and whimpering as he could resonate with the old Krogan, old age; all his home world was in ruins and the clans just continue butting heads against each other...the krogan endures but could they endure their own stupidity?.

Then the howl shackled them both, hitting something primal inside them; for the varren means an alpha; a real powerful alpha; someone worthy at last; for the old Krogan on the other hand, it means something much more interesting. The howl has almost rejuvenated him, he didn't feel such tingle in the spines since he was a young whelp and his krantt killed a thresher maw; his depression went down and he smiled with the howl still ringing in the back of his mind; he would meet the Howler, about that much, he was certain; be it for good or bad, doesn't matter, the howl brought the sound of change. And change was something that the krogan need desperately.

A lot of other beings reacted to the howl; they identified it like a challenge or a warning, some as a salute, but all them know one single truth.

A new power has arrived to the universe.

Standing in the top of the Citadel tower, the howl didn't pass unnoticed to the Sovereign, he remembered another similar occasion, on where a harvested race opposed them like the Proteans and a long list before them, but this one, this harvested race could use power like this...to reach minds and souls. He sent a warning to the geth under his command, find and destroy the origin of the howl, he must be brought to him for answer; Sovereign had discovered a new X-factor in his plans. The interference must be eliminated.

Kaidan was about to shot down the crystal of the blocked elevator, when the echoes of the howl hit the crystal and destroy the cabin, dragging all the shards along him but leaving the stunned and astonished people inside the elevator untouched.

"For Petes sake, did you hear that?" said Kaidan through his helmet.

"I think, I have discovered the source; Spirits, please tell me I'm not hallucinating" commented Garrus looking down before all of them imitated him and saw what Garrus saw.

"Keelah, what is that thing?" said Tali " wait, is that a sword?".

Kaidan took out his omnitool and tried to link with a camera of the presidium, he finally saw one and linked the image to a real time vid in a hologram in front of the rest of the crew; what all of them saw let them stunned and mouth agape.

A towering giant; taller than the massive form of Wrex; was standing over the landing zone of the Mako, with a meter and half red sword crawling with electricity over his head.

He carried a battered a dark gray armor, full of golden runes and a wolf head shaped helmet that scared the shit out of most of them; despite not knowing what a wolf actually is; on his back there was some kind of power backpack, from where a pair of heavy machinery pincers hang, half broken, among an ax with a strange teeth pattern on the blade and what it looks like a flamethrower, some kind of rifle and a weapon that look like the fusion of a Krogan sized assault rifle and some kind of tube.

All his body; human body, muscular, strong and perfectly shaped human body as Liara, Tali and Shepard took good mental note; or at last the parts that were in plain sight ;as the armor look likes it has been sent to hell back and forth a few times to be sure; were covered in wounds, bruises and gashes.

The wounds were already covered in what looks like dry, thick, black blood and despite the amount of damage the wolf man was showing, there was no real indicator that it bothered him the least, if one had to judge from the howl that has shackled the tower.

"Ok, I will guess, it is human or at last his body looks human; more or less" mussed Shepard as lost as the rest of the team on what the hell was that thing, that could roar and shackle the damn tower " so if he is Alliance, all better for us, if not; we better hurry and stop Saren before whatever that thing is caught us and slow us more".

Shepard was the first who exited the wrecked elevator and magnetized her boots, so she could run in zero-g to the top of the Council chamber, the rest of the team, after sharing a few glances to the wolf man at the end of the tower, followed their leader. They had a ton of questions about this new development; was some kind of hunter, Saren has thrown at them?, that would be improbable, they never found something like that in Virmine or along Benezia; it was powerful enough to generate enough force to shake the Citadel tower. But the more important question for them at the moment, was if the new apparition was friend or foe.

And for fucks sake, was that a bloody sword?.

The team magnetized their boots and start climbing the tower, reaching the Council chambers.

However, Garrus warned the team that an incoming barrage of drones were going down the place right at them; the group take cover and prepared for the fight, but they get a little disappointed on how the majority of the drones just keep flying down to engage the wolf man. Shepard shrugged and take down the drones that remained; her team make it short work of the drones; after what Saren has thrown at them, a bunch of drones were kind of insulting but on the other hand; it only means that they could reach their objective sooner and prevent even more bloodshed that the turian had already provoked, bringing the Sovereign into Citadel space.

"More troops incoming" sound Kaidan through the communicators of all the team, as he pointed out to a geth troop vessel that launched a dozen of collapsed geth into the rails of the elevator.

Shepard took out his shotgun and start quick run, throwing a volley of biotic fire against the incoming geth as salute. Soon her team followed, but they have to quickly took cover to evade the missiles of the geth rocket troopers. The bastard took a defensive position near the end of the elevator, a position that would allow them to take down anything that get closer to the doors; what was worse, was that even a side explosion could separate them from the magnetized walls, leaving them like sitting ducks in the Zero-G. Now, Shepard knew how fucked up, the singularity the biotics could create, felts to the rest of the people; hanging in the air completely defenseless was horrible feeling and now she was the one who could sense it.

"Garrus, Kaidan could you eliminate the rockets?" asked Shepard hiding behind a big debris inside the elevator wall, big and sturdy enough to sock off the explosion of the missiles the rocket troopers was firing at them.

"I have one" answered Garrus before the muzzle of his sniper rifle sounded and the head of one of the troops exploded in a mass of geth screech and fried circuitry.

"I got the other one" said Liara before send the trooper flying outside of the cover on where he was, only to be taken down by Tali with a brutal shot of her shotgun.

"Nice people but there is still a lot more" commented Sheppard and launched herself in the middle of a bunch of troopers ripping them apart with biotics and heavy pistol fire.

The team soon joined her but all of them know better, letting the Lioness of Elysium blow off some steam; she could be a good Samaritan but she had a shot fuse when anyone is stupid enough to push all her wrong buttons and when that happens you better run for cover.

This geth are going to learn it in the hard way.

She smashed the chest of one of them with a single punch and throw the carcass to the face of another, before blasting his head with a shoot of her pistol; the bullet exploded inside the light bulb in the middle of his face, detonating like a cascade of sparkles, just right after that she picked up another one and lift the machine, shooting several rounds on its chest before she spun on her talons, dodging the shoots of a geth trooper on her back and kicked the head of the trooper with enough biotic force to bend his neck into a very awkward angle.

To be sure, she picked the head and squished it until it was scrap, still shooting her pistol to another enemy, piercing its chest and covering herself with a blue fire barrier that keep a barrage of fire from a pair of fresh dropped troopers out of her armor. She warped the space between the troopers and shoot them into the scrapyard, using her biotics to pull a trio of troopers, right at her side, and destroy them completely with her bare hands in a burst of biotic violence.

She had killed a dozen geth troopers in eight seconds flat, once again, she has demonstrated why she was the Lioness of Elysium and why anyone should never mess with her.

"Feeling better commander?" asked Garrus joining her, near the end of the trek along the walls of the elevator, they were already close to the Council chambers and the geth were retreating.

"Hell yes, Vakarian" winked the woman to the Sig-C officer that laughed and cooled his sniper rifle.

"This was too easy" said Wrex suddenly reaching the top along the rest " this were just troopers and some rockets, where are the juggernauts, the hunter, the dammed walkers?" shouted Wrex but before anyone of them could answer a loud explosion sound under them.

All of them look down only to see an orange and black explosion full of lighting near the end of the tube of the elevator.

"I will make a guess and say they were hunting down a wolf man" said Garrus whistling for the explosion, as Seg-C officer he knew what kind of fire power was need to pull such explosion in the middle of the spacious Presidium.

"Show off" grunted Wrex that was showing a bit of interest in the explosion under them, they geth were moving out a lot of forces to take down the wolf man; what was so dangerous about him anyway?.

Kaidan was already over the door hacking through the systems so he could end the blockade of the door and letting them in; despite the good luck they had so far; when the strange wolf appeared and call out the attention of all the geth they would have to fight otherwise; he known better, to never lower the guard; it could be dangerous.

"Ok team, once we are inside we took Saren down and quick, Tali and Kaidan, I want you to pull the data of Virgil into the Citadel main console and open the arms of the citadel, then we blown the fucking Sovereign out of the sky" resumed the commander still under the after effect of the adrenaline of the intense combat she has had just a minute before.

The team nodded ready for anything and when Kaidan opened the door they barged in, weapons ready and biotics flaring; at last they could end the long hunt and claim their prize; all of them had an ax to grind with the Turian and they pretend to get paid in blood.

Tor decapitated a walker with Redstorm and smashed the carcass into the floor with a loud stamp before throw a quartette of lightnings directly at the chest of a geth juggernaut, that stumbled and exploded by the pure overload the electricity made into his body. A barrage of fire hit his back; leaving some nasty wounds on his exposed flesh, the Narraman cells on his blood prevent him to bleed to death but do nothing when a rain of bullets tears your flesh apart.

Stumbling he gazed the incoming threat and smiled under his helmet, taking his bolter and burst his own rain of death off the cannon of the powerful weapon; he noticed with curiosity how before the bullets torn apart the slender bodies of this iron men, there was some kind of blue flash; his helmet was operating on minimum energy so there was no analysis available at the moment; he just keep working the targeting sensors and the zoom of the eyes of the wolf mask.

A pair of energy shots melted the body of the walker on where he was standing, as a pair of new walkers appeared around a corner and charged his mouth/face cannons and fire against him again; three of those crawling metal things appeared too, at the sides of the walker. They moved fast in a zig zag pattern, making more difficult to target them; their crouched forms remained him of a hybrid between a genestealer and a nekron units called Flayed ones and that image made him snarl.

Quicker than the geth could anticipate Tor jumped in a display of psy power, reaching the first of the hunters and impaled it with Redstorm, shooting a burst of his bolter to the other one without even needed to see him, disemboweling the hunter before he could even react; the last one flashed to a nearby column and Tor just broke the base of the column with his mind and send the last hunter and the stone debris against one of the walkers, squishing the lesser geth between the ton stone debris and the shield and armor of the bigger one.

Tor blinked a pair of times, again with the blue flash, but it only happened when the little geth make contact with the bigger one; however before could elaborate a theory a pair of shoots reached him; one failed by the minimum and yet it made his exposed skin boil but the other hit him, right in the chest and send him backwards with parts of his chest plate melting. The worst part was the loose of his right shoulder pad; the armor piece unhooked itself when the pseudo plasma of these things burnt through the exposed hooks of the armor and melted the circuitry inside, leaving a white hot piece of decorate metal buried inside a console of the presidium.

Thank the All-father, the icon of the company was still proudly displayed in the surface of the piece.

A boiling rage burned trough the mind of Tor; a rage that demanded to be unleashed.

As he stood his ground, twenty geth were surrounding him; shooting their lame little guns, almost all the impacts bounced off his armor and the few that landed in the flesh were mostly ignored, the astartes physiology was more than capable of taking care of such minor wounds and he carried the Wulfen, his physical prowess was even better than the rest of the astartes; such was the blessing and the curse of the Canis helix the sacred gift of Leman Russ to his sons.

Still, he was already wounded and soon they will overwhelm him; another plasma shoot like the previous one and his armor will be practically destroyed and his healing capability as astartes compromised too by simply overload. He refused to die here; this place will not be the last battle of the Iron wolf. Tor picked up a grenade from his backpack and ignoring the pain of the thousand stings on his body, focused his powers as psyker.

Once again he moved at an astonishing speed, dodging the first geth who shoot each other, as their tracking systems and movement capability was overwhelmed by the sheer speed of Tor; he smashed his cybernetic left hand and forearm into the chest of a trooper and raise him from the floor using him as improvised shield, ramming into the mass of troopers. The troopers shoot him but they were just rammed and be sent flying, when the ton living battery ram that was Tor, smashed into them; the barrage of fire rebounded on Tors armor of just continued peeling the carcass of the geth trooper on his hand.

He threw the few pieces left of the carcass at the charging face of a walker, melting the fallen geth and disrupting the shoot, meanwhile, he slided under the walker sticking a circular disk on the gut of the walker. As soon as he reached the other side of the geth he got up and jumped with all his might ,in an impressive twenty meters high jump, into the debris of the elevator tunnel and roll behind a solid piece of metal that look like some kind of piece from a statue.

The geth pointed their guns at him but when they were ready to fire again the walker look down and he exploded in a plasma bust that disemboweled him; his pieces were thrown in all directions, like a deadly hyper heated shrapnel that decimated the troopers at its side, provoking a lot of secondary explosions that merged into a big one when the nucleus of the geth explode as well. For a second a hundred meters in the presidium gardens became a ball of fire and plasma, killing all the geth in the place in a second.

Smiling under his mask, Tor took impulse once again and jumped into another ledge on the walls of the elevator; the ships, the cabs and all kind of metallic slabs, debris and destroyed pieces of machinery marred out the place, so, for a people capable of jumping as easy as him; climbing the elevator was a piece of cake. He soon changed opinion, as the atmosphere became hostile and the place into a zero-g environment, as soon as he pass through a shield that prevented the air of the presidium to evaporate in the punctured walls from where the geth troop transport entered into the Citadel.

Tor buried his hand into a wall, hanging out in the wall; hanging like this, he could move and not float aimlessly in the air; propelling himself toward the upper levels; he has seen how the only living beings apart from him, had run to the top; his helmet sensor picked up the image of two humans and bunch of xenos that he has never seen before. No matter if they were heretics, an inquisitor or a bloody Rogue trader they will have answers about where, in Russ name, has he crash landed; if he has to fry their minds so be it; the battle with the tiny puny iron men has been fun but he need information and these humans will give it to him. He punched through a metallic debris in his way, pouring all his anger and frustration into the punch; the metal slab exploded like an overinflated balloon with a thundering sound, that was muffled by the zero-g atmosphere; there was little air left in the zone to create the sound the loud psy blast as the storm that was the distinctive mark of Tor every time he used his psyker powers; along the iron like skin that gave him his name.

He knew he was postponing the inevitable; soon he would have to face the truth that there was no Emperor in this place, the sacred light of the Astronomicon was no more, there was no Eye of Terror, there was almost no presence in the Warp;it was calm and composed; sealed by some technology that he could only attribute to the Necrons but if that was the case, they would have sealed completely the realm of souls and not this calming, infinite ocean.

It was easier to use the psyker power that awakened in him during his time in the Eye of Terror, there was no real demon presence on the inmaterium, there was less need to channel half of his power into the wards on his helmet so the demons couldn't posses his body or the Warp to be poured inside the demon realm through his head. It was so tempting that Tor just snarled, that was not good, the powers of the Warp are tempting and without the real danger of being possessed, although he couldn't know if there could be another kind of predators out there, beyond the ones he knew, all the psyker of the universe could use their powers way more freely. That would be a scary thought for a common human but for Tor only means more work and he loved his work, he was born and raise to be a warrior; the best there is in a galaxy at war and forged, in the eternal blizzards of Fenris.

This place will not defeat him, he was Tor Iron wolf and he would challenge whatever this galaxy throw at him with a smile in his lips and Redstorm in his hand.

They will feel fear.

A final push, send him to a gate, covered by an energy shield of some kind, he clawed his fingers into the edge of the door, frankly fascinated for the holographic display in front of the door, despite it being nothing but a simple red square surrounding a circle. It has been eons, since he saw similar doors and only in the most advanced worlds that the 13th company visited during the glorious days of the Great Crusade; the secrets of that technology was supposed to be completely lost, only some mechanicus, back in mars, had something similar but this look like some kind of commodity, something that one would find anywhere.

Tor send a mental command to his gauntlet and a plug exited from a compartment in the back of the arm, he had his doubt that he could find a compatible connection but perhaps...magnetizing his boots he stood on the wall and clawed more the sides of the door, if he couldn't access to whatever programming kept the door close he would tear apart the cables surrounding it.

After some clawing and bending of the protective capes that surrounded the mechanism, Tor finally saw his price; a lot of wires from different colors, under a tiny cape of some kind of plastic metal. In another circumstances he would love to investigate further such technology, he was an iron priest at the beginning and this was perhaps the rediscovery of lost tech for the Empire, but now he was in rush so he simply recurred to the ork style of solving problems. He raised Redstorm and cut all the wires in one single strike, pouring some electric psy power into the sword, to further disrupt, whatever electronics were at work at the wires.

It worked like a charm, dispersing the shield after it blinked and shimmered a couple of times before the door lost the holographic symbol in front of it and just became a simple big metal door and fortunately Tor had a very long and strong tool that do wonders with this kind of doors.

At the other side of the door, a geth trooper was running into the chambers of the Council, as the Old machine had ordered them to kill the interference designation Shepard and interference designation Howler. But a sudden clang in the other side of the doors at his left called his attention, he moved to the door to further investigate it, he pass the hand over the console at the side of the door and soon noticed the red icon of damage in the shield and systems of the door.

The Keepers of the Citadel were already rummaging through the Citadel, trying to keep up with the thousand damages, the battle with Sovereign and the outside fleets were inflicting over the Citadel, with every stray shoot of his batteries.

The trooper consciences reached a consensus to reactivate the shield, before any more intruders could take advantage of it and bring reinforcements to the place where Designation Spectre Saren was uploading the control of the Citadel to the Old machine. He raised his hand and a wide crimson blade pass through the feet thick armor of the door and split his head light bulb in half, along with the rest of his head, the sword keep cutting the geth and the door until it retracted leaving two smoking halves of a geth trooper in the floor, the right foot twitching, spasmodically.

A pair of hands grabbed the open cut in the door and pull through the doors, opening them by pure brute force. Attracted by the sudden commotion and the screeching of the force sword of Tor slowly cleaving the metallic body of a trooper, a patrol of geth appeared through the corner and saw the ragged form of the Interference designation Howler; appearing trough the door as in the hall sounded several alarms and red lights, when the air started to leek trough the forced door. Raising their guns, they open fire and covered Tor in a rain of bullets that make Tor snarl, as some shots reopened some wounds over his exposed flesh; he felt one of the bullets rebound against one of his ribs, but none of them strong enough to pierce his reinforced bones. Extending one hand to the geth, Tor used the pain and turned it into a barrage of lighting that leap from geth to geth, frying their systems and bursting their mechanical bodies with an overload of energy into their feeble metallic forms.

Tor was starting to ponder if this iron men were really such a threat, he could be an astartes but for what he saw when the humans and their xeno pet fought other iron men, they weren't the implacable machinery of destruction they were supposed to be. Even a good old lasgun will make short work of this little iron men for what he could observe about their endurance and hardness, he didn't know what kind of metallic composition this iron men were actually made of but it wasn't even a shadow of the supposedly invulnerable skin of legends, as the sacred text of Mars told.

He stepped into the hall, paying little attention to the alarms and noticed the console at his side, a real operative console, open for anyone to use, an open and unguarded terminal in the middle of what looks like and important localization. Russ bones, this galaxy will be a vacation to conquer, if the Crusade had found it before the Great betrayal, and the loot will be just as good as easy; they seriously need to be put under so much needed Imperial control. Abominable intelligences running wild like this, Tor doesn't know what kind of Magos and Tech priest this people have, but they were an incompetent bunch who only deserve to became a waste disposal servitor.

He loomed over the terminal and fell his jaw hung open, when they terminal just reacted to his hand like it was a simple touch screen, but the worst was that he couldn't understand a word about what´s write in the screen, it wasn't low Gothic, not high Gothic either, not any of the thousand jargon he had learned thanks to the Omophagea organ during all his battles with heretics, xenos and traitors. With a few trials and errors; the machine recognized the desire of Tor to shut the alarm and seal again the door, he swore that he had glanced for a second, how an arachnid like xenos was repairing the cut wires on the other side of the door.

Shaking his head he run trough the halls, noticing how the place was fill with corpses, he could smell the blood on the place and the smell of burned, melted and charred circuitry. There was a ton of new smells, the turtle xenos corpses, like the one who had a statue and accompanied the human; emitted this characteristic smell of chemical blood, it smelled somehow like the acidic smell of Biles false astartes, in the sense that both were much more powerful that common human blood.

He must admit that however did this was a good damn soldier, and a powerful psyker too, if the burns and corpses squished and smashed around the walls were an indicator of the presence of one, but if it was the case, he would have sense the power, when those manipulations of the Warp took place, specially so close. When he searched the tower, he didn't see the bright presence of those capable of manipulating the Realm of souls, there was only a residual tingle in a lot of souls but it wasn't really the sensation he had every time he cross paths with a real psyker.

So, if these hadn't being made by psy powers, what kind of weaponry was capable of do things like this?, he truly hoped it didn't resemble the crazy and demented ork technology, that only work when an ork had his green hands on it; as good preys the orks were, Tor fell the Omnissiah cry by the violation of the machine spirits, of every piece of tech that feel on the hands of the greenskins.

Suddenly, all the hall crumbled and rumbled and the thunderous noise of a collapsing structure came to his ears, quickening the pace, Tor put some extra power into his legs, starting a dashing run that allowed him to cover the distance to the place of the collapse.

He froze when he arrived to the place as the scene make no sense to him.

When he arrived to the place, he almost rushed over a female wounded blue xenos, that was being attended by a mouth agape black haired human, who was spreading some kind of balsam over her wounds. They were standing along a female xeno, completely covered by some kind of sealed suit, who was shooting a shotgun into the collapsed room under them, his helmet targeted all of them calculating that only one bolter bullet for each one, would be sufficient to eradicate them.

He picked his bolter, but not to kill them, but because a Necron abomination was trying to kill the other human and her xeno companions, a bird xeno of some kind and one of those turtles he had already seen killed, all around the place.

Tor took aim in a single motion and put a bullet into the red glowing chest of the thing.

It was fast, so much was true, but against the speed and inhumane reflexes of a space marine; it was nothing, he has fought demons much faster than this abomination.

The impact throw him to the floor, smoke exiting from his its chest and with an arm and part of the shoulder ripped apart from his mechanical body.

Tor took the chance to jump down the room, landing near the red haired female and the bird alien, passing at their side and raising Redstorm and his chainax in challenge; after mag locking the bolter back under his servo-harness, he only had five bullets left on the clip.

For a moment everyone on the room just froze in the place, even the Saren-Sovereign hybrid as he took measure of the new threat.

Shepard was staring at the monster that had just appeared in the middle of the room, she has seen it before, but it was an image and the real thing was completely different, for starters, the image didn't show anything about him being fucking ten feet tall and wider than a krogan warlord on steroids. Neither the scaring wolf helmet that covered his features or the electric buzzing that his crimson and a meter and half broadsword emitted, as if the sword was alive and hungry or the massive gun of two barrels that sounds like the cannon of a Mako and has ripped apart the metal of Sarens body like it was wet paper. And of course, it didn't tell anything about the electricity that ran over his body, like a living cloak of energy, as he just roared with enough force to all of them wince and cover his ears; challenging the Saren hybrid.

"What the hell is going on here?" shouted Shepard, still not believing what was happening in front of her, what the hell was this monster?, an alliance super soldier delivered now by Hackket?, no it wasn't that, he had a sword and the bastard son of a chainsaw and the ax of Paul Bonian on his hands and what was that roar about?, It almost busted her ears damn it!.

Saren-Sovereign roared back and jump from his position on the wall, into a better position, to throw another of his energy beams, but when he tried to pull that move, the giant wolf man move faster and swung his sword in a wide ascending arc, that almost beheaded him. The Hybrid crawled at amazing speed over the walls, trying to put some distance between him and the giant that was after him; every time he tried to put distance between them, he moved as fast as him and attack him with the sword, the sensors on the body had already determined that the sword was capable of cutting his metallic body, as it produced some kind of entropic effect over the blade, disrupting his physical cohesion and destroying him. The Hybrid altered the emitter of the disruptor beam on his face, to a less powered one but capable of quick firing instead, he jumped to an elevated position and fired a burst of charged beams.

In an impressive demonstration of agility and swordsmanship, Tor dodged the burst and blocked some rays with his crimson blade, jumping and reaching the hybrid, between shots, and chopping him down with a powerful descending strike of the chainax. The teeth of the ax bite hungrily on the metallic torso of Saren-Sovereign, sparks flew from the place on where the teeth tried to pierce the abominations metallic flesh, but only managed to leave a deep and nasty gash on the surface of the metal.

Still, the impact; empowered by Tor cybernetics, was more than enough to stamp the hybrid into the floor; was something that Shepard took advantage, to wrap the Hybrids body in biotic energy and shoot at point blank range her shotgu, locked in automatic fire.

Half of the skull of the tech reanimated corpse disappeared as the hyper kinetic bullets pounded relentlessly his body. When the biotic field vanish, the body went flying to the other side of the wall, but much to the amazement of everyone, the abomination was still moving and charging another round of his blasted beam, this time, although, Garrus managed to make a one million shoot into the red nucleus of the body, shackling him into a spiraling fall that disrupt the shoot.

"Nice shooting!" smiled widely Shepard to the turian who cooled his weapon and smirked.

But the happiness didn't last for too long as the abomination rose again, trembling, and with sparks falling and sparking all his insides; the red glow look cracked and dying but what shocked them was when a loud and resonating voice surged from within the deeps of the powered husk.

"You...achieve...nothing...I...am...eternal...I will...bring you...Ascension"

The next words lost forever when Tor took the abomination by the neck and smashed the other half of his head against the floor, with enough force to create cracks in the ultra dense material of the hall of the Council chambers. Still, the feat of strength was nothing compared with what Tor did next.

Tossing the already battered body like a rag doll, he put his ax on his back, took out his bolter and changing the gun to melta, shoot the hyper heat beam, at point black, in the face of the Saren-Sovereign husk.

The flash of hyper heated fusion beam, vaporized seventy percent of the husk along seven meters of Council chambers floor in a wake of melted stone, metal and plastic that could supposedly stand against a heavy weaponry without a dent. The smoke rose when the beam disintegrate, the rest of the body of Sarens husk fall to the ground, leaving nothing on his wake except a seven meters deep hole of burnt floor.

Except the sound of the cooling materials and the muffled sounds of battle beyond the big glass background of the citadel Council room there was no sound as all of them tried to wrap their heads about what has just happened here.

Tor maglocked the bolter back under his damaged servo-harness and howled in victory raising Redstorm, the force weapon sparked in happiness, resonating with his holder victory over the Necron xeno blasphemy.

Shepard blinked a few times, she has seen, yet she still doesn't believe what just has seen; what is this thing, for fuck sake?.

"Who the hell are you?" shouted Shepard walking to the towering giant, more than tired of all the impossible stunts this thing has done in the few minutes it has been around.

The towering giant turn to her and she suddenly realized, that this monster was as fast as Saren husk and has a sword that could cut through solid metal like it is nothing, enough force to crackle titanium, a gun that overloaded Saren husk shields in one go, not mention a sci fi beam cannon that could vaporize military class vessels armor like the Council chamber had all around his surface.

In retrospective, perhaps an angry tone was not the better of the ideas to approach this wolf man

Still, she blinked when the giant put his sword on his hip; and the sword just glued itself to his damaged armor like it was mag locked and spoke to her in a strong, grave and resonating voice that make her spine tingle, but she couldn't understand a word of what he was saying.

"Err, sorry I couldn't understand you" said Shepard.

The wolf man sighed in a very human gesture that made Shepard chuckle.

She took good notice of the status of his body, in the parts of the armor that were broken, all his muscles are directly inhuman and all the wounds on him, already have a crust of dry black blood, that no medigel could produce; it could only mean that the wolf man, has regenerated himself in the few minutes since they have seen him in the base of the Presidium. The wolf man raise one of his armored hands; the right hand; and said something moving very slowly his hand to her head but he suddenly stopped and in a blink, had his planet size gun on the left metallic hand, pointing at something behind her and saying something in a language she couldn't understand but the tone would have frozen and eezo reactor in the middle of an overload.

She turned and saw all of her team guns ready and pointing at the wolf man in front of her; she knew they were more than capable of open fire and none of them actually hit her, but she was trying to communicate with the wolf man, not provoking him into a fight that could very well end with all of them death.

"Lower your weapons, all of you!" ordered her with her best commanding voice " didn't you see him in action? Did you see what this wolf man is capable of?; for fucks, sake don't provoke him, let me try to talk with him or her or whatever it is".

"It´s a male; it smells like human but old like the Krogan and carries the smell of a predator" said Wrex who wasn't very sure about what to think about the wolf masked human thing.

"Huh?" blinked Shepard shocked for the news, she had no reasons not to trust Wrex senses, they were quite good actually but this was a little shocking.

"Ok, go ahead wolfy" said Shepard and turn to the wolf who had his gun still prepared.

He barked...well, it was like Wrex when he tried to chuckle and Shepard could tell that the wolf man has understood her tone, not her words but her tone and it has sense of humor; that's always a good thing, unless it´s a Krogan type sense of humor. He put his free hand over her head and she felt a wind run through her mind like the storms that she saw in all the planets she had visited along her parents in the fleet, there was the sound of the snow falling and a thunder in the far distance...she felt like a little girl again but not in bad way.

"I am Tor Iron wolf, Rune priest of the 13th company of the Sixth legion of Astartes of the Imperium of Mankind" every word was like a thunder in her mind but it didn't deafen her, it was simply raw power but it never caused her any harm.

"I am Commander Jane Lionel Shepard of the Systems Alliance" answered her in her mind finding all this mind to mind experience kind of fascinating. The "Embrace the Eternity" thing of the asari could be similar to this?.

"What is the..." the voice tried to say but then suddenly the conversation ended, as a thunderous crash echoed trough the room and a massive piece of the destroyed Sovereign was destroying the Council chambers on his fall, falling in a way that was about to fall over all them, crushing them under its weight.

"Take cover!" shouted Shepard running for her team but the chamber collapsed and the piece of Sovereign fell like a meteorite inside the chamber, smashing all in his path like the wrath of god incarnate.

Shepard could only feel a sudden pressure and deafening thunder all over her before all the structure collapse on top of her.

Captain Anderson hurried the rescue team; perhaps he could find Shepards team in the middle of this mess; they have lost enough time trying to reach the Council chambers.

The geth may have been on retreat after they vanquished the Sovereign; that tough motherfucker soaked a ton of damage from all the Fifth Alliance fleet and still keep fighting, until they managed to overload his shield and blast the thing out of the sky.

But Anderson see the blasted thing ram into the top of the tower; the place were Shepard and her team was releasing the Citadel arms and saving the damn universe and the Council.

Anderson felt deep inside, that perhaps he should have not made the same decision as Shepard, he would sacrifice the Council so all the fleet could focus on the Sovereign, but the lost of the Council would have thrown all the galactic systems at disarray. He was not a human supremacist, but deep inside him, there was a deep part of him that was convinced that the only race that was actually doing anything in the universe, was the human race; the rest of the galactic race look like they were stagnant in their actual states and doesn't want anything to do with any new ideas.

"Quick soldiers, we need to reach the top" cheered Anderson as he too took a heat torch and cut through debris and scrapped metals, opening a path so the rescue teams could get a pass into the halls of the chamber.

"Anderson, Sir?" a weak voice answered the man from some place under the rubble and Anderson redoubled his efforts.

"I am here soldier, who is there?" replied Anderson " quickly bring the medics in!" called the rescue team.

"Staff lieutenant Alenko here, sir" answered the voice "I have wounded here".

"Hang on Kaidan, were on our way" said Anderson bringing in the medics and helping to clear a heavy piece of metal that was surprisingly cold to the touch, despite being near a fusion torch for minutes.

When they cleared enough space; they found a very bruised and battered Alenko, with a deep wound on his belly, along a bruised doctor T´soni; not far from them, Tali was unconscious and Garrus and Wrex were half buried under the debris and rubble from the fall of the Sovereign. Anderson took a pack of medigel and run to Kaidans side, as the medics entered into the place, rushing to the team sides and start checking their status; as soon as the medigel entered in their systems, all of them groaned and recovered consciousness in various degrees of pain.

"Bloody piece of scrap, that was cheating" muttered Wrex who dismissed the help, as his Krogan regeneration had kicked in and start to heal his wounds.

"Keelah..." was all Tali could say as she had no suit punctures but she was bruised enough to pass from another species; if she could be out of her environment suit that is.

"Did you see what I saw?" asked Garrus, who was barely standing but his eyes were moving like a hawk, searching for the only people left in the group yet there was an astonished expression in his turian face.

"Yes we saw it too" nodded Kaidan pointing the unconscious Liara at his side " but I am still don't believing it"

"Shepard?" asked the Turian after not finding what he was looking " has anyone see, Shepard?"

"Last time before this decided to bury itself in my kidneys" said Kaidan pointing with his chin to the metal bar on his stomach " she was with the wolf man under the arm of the Sovereign, as that thing was pushing the fucking piece of metal with enough force to stop it in mid air..." resumed Kaidan.

"Wolf man?" question Anderson, there was no wolf man on the crew of the Normandy, did they pick up another teammate in Ilos or something like that?, and what was that about pushing the arm of the Sovereign?.

"Doesn't matter now we need to find Shepard" said Garrus with a lot more emotion that he usually let go on his voice; sarcasm and smart ass remarks apart.

The sudden screech of a metal plate in the border of the crashing site, call the attention of all of them, who took their weapons out ;just in case; but when a piece of metal fly through the air in blue biotic flare and a very pissed off, bruised and stunned commander Jane Shepard enter staggering in their view, all of them relaxed. Despite being wounded, Garrus moved to pick up the Commander and help her to reach the medics, for a very needed dose of Medigel, he took the free arm of Shepard and carry her to the medics along Liara, Kaidan and Tali.

"You scared us for a moment there Commander" mocked Garrus with relief in his voice "we thought, we had lost you".

"Thank Iron wolf for that" whispered Shepard limping into the medic stretcher, she was severely wounded but if it wasn't for what Iron wolf did, she would be a smearing mark under a ton of scrap metal.

"Who?" the mandibles of Garrus twitched in the gesture that in humans would be a blink of confusion.

"Iron wolf, the wolf man" explained Shepard " I don't know how on earth was he capable of pull such stunt, but he kept the pieces of Sovereign on the air, for enough time to us to take cover and then he saved my ass, by throwing me into a safe place before the sky fall over our heads".

"Spirits, what was that thing?" said Garrus taking sit along Shepard and Kaidan.

"Tor Iron wolf, Rune priest of the 13th company of the Sixth legion of astartes of the Imperium of Mankind" shrugged Shepard who was tired enough, to don't care a shit of how crazy all of that sound; she need a shower, a good meal and a bed, in whatever order she could manage.

"I didn't understand, half of what you had said" shook his head Garrus " it is a human thing?".

"Who is this Iron wolf Commander?, a recruit for Ilos or something?" interrupted Anderson, he was more than happy to see the team alive but they look like they were hallucinating.

"This piece of work" coughed Alenko before taking out his omnitool and put a holo of the ragged yet impressive appearance of the Iron wolf.

"That's the Howling wolf?!" gasped Anderson and the part of the team that was conscious, stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

"When the tower of the Citadel shackled from an unknown sonic attack, all cameras of the survivors of the Seg-C along the VI Avina took a vid from him" pointed Anderson to the image of Iron wolf " butchering all geth he found in the presidium; more than a hundred by the last recount; before he disappeared in the elevator tube, climbing it with his bare hands".

"Not really surprised" smiled warily Shepard " we saw what he could do but now" she turned a sad look to the debris around "he is buried under tons of Sovereign corpse".

The rest of the team had opposed emotions about this notice; some pity that such a warrior was lost and thanked him for saving them but on the other hand, part of them; except Wrex who would have been more than happy to fight with this towering wolf man; were relieved that such a beast was no more. Between his weaponry, biotic like powers and raw strength he could be one of the worst menaces of the universe, and the Reapers they had more than enough tank you.