Six: Sorry for the long wait.

Five: We ask that you forgive us.

Six: The reason this chapter took so long was because I got stuck on another story and had mental blocks and got very little work done on it.

Five: Thinking it over, it was decided we needed to move on and work on something else.

Six: Also, thanks to the people who sent me messages and got my butt into gear.

You know who you are.

Jarjaxle: Yea, more or less. Only real difference is that not everyone agrees, and it was stated that they knew of the Council and its laws.

MaximusMinimus: Maybe they can, maybe they can't. Also, here's an update for you.

Guest: What did the Republic do to be exterminated? This is a real question.

Next Guest: Yes, I know I haven't finished one. I am retarded like that.

Dragonaut344Doomed: Yes, the seed colony's do lack numbers, but seeing this chapter will explain somewhat how they are not weak.

edboy4926: Thank you.

Shashenka: They never made a true alliance (conflict of ideals), but they will help defend each other if they can.

Another Guest: That can happen. However, there are other things going on.

Guest-Demon: If any issues do happen, please say so so I can fix them. Also, hope no problems do happen and good luck.

About the shields, I updated the codex last chapter with some info that should have been there before.

Sagnus: I used the asari because I liked it better than some other races who have been used so much, and I wanted to see how it would go.

For the purity faction... wait and see.

Boeing did that, really. My god. Hurry.

Tippi roll: Interesting.

Zippy Saboteur: I will never abandon this story, I like it too much. Updates however can take some time as life is mean to me.

DeathstrokeNorris: Cool name. Just checked, speed of light is just under 300,000,000 m/s.

Another Guest: Neat ideas for the factions, and I will.

Human Supremecy: Thank you.

Guest: I will ask that you don't lie about me abandoning this story. Or any story for that matter. It's not nice. I will tell you if I do.

shadow: Thanks.

The 13th Tiger II: No it's not, it's ALIVE.

Again, sorry the chapter took so long, but I just had so much trouble with another story that after all this time I still have not got it finish. So, I gave up for the time being and moved on to this story to at least get something done.

Side note: I actually had to read my story to remember what I was doing, been too long.

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Somewhere in Congruous Collective Territory - Minutes before contact is made

Blaze was having a nice day. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either. He just got out from testing in a gene lab and his body was twitchy, itchy, and he did not like it. He was one of their 'playthings' for trying out new genes and DNA sequences. Really, it was a very annoying and troublesome job, but someone has to do it and him along with many others did. How else were they going to get the data they needed, lab testing only goes so far.

Recently they begin working on the secondary nervous system the krogan have. It was marked as useful, but was given a lower priority as it was useful only in certain situations.

Right now, he was on his way to get a drink from the local bar to hopefully rise his mood. But the new nervous system was making it difficult to even get there; as was walking. Sometimes, he really hated his job.

Thankfully, he made it after who knows how long.

It wasn't a grand place, but it didn't need to be. It was a two-story building with tan-green coloring and a single door and three single windows below and two double windows above. It had an awning covering the area around the entrance that was purple with white stripes. It was a simple place far from the center of the city, but a nice place none the less. He opened the door and was given the sight of a mostly empty bar. Not that it matter, the mind stem in the city made him aware of everyone in the area.

He didn't really care. He really needed a drink RIGHT NOW.

The miasma in the air was helping somewhat, but it mostly dulled the pain, didn't get rid of it. 'Sigh'. It wasn't like it was making it worst thou.

Sitting down in front of the bar keep he said, "Give me the usual please." Grabbing his face at the same time with both hands, before pulling his hands down to see a drink placed in front of him. "Thanks. I really needed this." he said in slight exasperation.

The bar keep nodded in respond and started to clean the counter top.

He grabbed the drink and went to actually take a drink, only for it to smash into his face. Time seemed to stop in the bar.

Removing his hand from his face, you could see two small glass shards in his face, some cuts, and his drink was flowing down his face. His expression was, for the most part, neutral. However, those in the bar could feel his rage through the cognitive link. Thankfully the rage was contained within the bar so the others outside weren't affected by it.

Didn't need everyone feeling it.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Without even looking at who it was, he knew who it was. "Let go Joe." Clenching his fist to help relieve some tension.

"It wasn't that bad." The half drunk man said. "Get another one."

"That's not the point!" Blaze said in exasperation. "This kind of stuff has been happening for over a month now and only now is it getting under control and then this happens." While pulling the glass shards out of his face. The bar keep already cleaning up. The cuts on his face already starting to heal from the miasma in the air.

Blaze slammed his head onto the table as the other guy said "Get over it."

They both could feel the simmer of rage Blaze was feeling, but it was held down by a combination of frustration and exhausted at his life.

Blaze could feel Joe shake his head as he said "Get him another one, my…"

All of this was quickly overwritten by the massive feeling of death, hate, and loss coming from everywhere else. Neither men, bar keep, or the drunks friends knew what had happened, but they were about to find out.

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Regent Tizia Hurford was not happy. First, the asari showed up in system much sooner than the collective would have liked. While they knew one of the council races would find them eventuality, given they settled close to their boarder, they would have liked if it took longer before contact. However, the world was to good to pass up.

Second, the asari were far more aggressive than originally believed (at least this group is). While it was believed that there would be issues with the collective using genetics to such a degree as they did, it was believed that it would be resolved peacefully. With the asari even more so. It did not turn out as expected.

They had lost the ship they sent for diplomacy, but it did give time for the other ships in orbit to escape. None of the ships they had were combatants and were transports ships bringing in supplies for colony growth.

While she was given all the needed information to communicate with the council races, it didn't help the battle that was about to happen. The feeling of death was present with her and those around her, but she pushed past it knowing it would delay her actions. It helped that she felt such feelings during the last war and was used to it to a degree, but it only helped so much.

She turned to her left where she saw Travon already talking with his subordinates about troop movement and defensive plans to protect the colony. Understandable given what the satellites in orbit where telling them. However, such intel was only going to last so long before they were either disabled in some way, or destroyed.

Never mind, they were being disabled with precision strikes from the GARDIAN system. It was a good idea as it took out the satellites while making there was as little debris as possible.

However, she was powerless to do anything no matter what plans she thought of. The only reason she was still in the command center was to be kept better up to date on what was happening. Her face was a mixture of frustration and displeasure. She just couldn't understand how everything went so bad. The asari were supposed to be peaceful, not aggressive like this.

She shook her head lightly, she needed to get the negative thoughts out of her head and think about what to do next.

She sat there for what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes before Travon stood next to her "They're going to be landing soon." Face impassive. Mind clear. Truly an impressive individual.

"Yes" thinking deeply for a moment "How well do you think the battle will go?" Her mind a haze. Thoughts coming and going, but all of them the same.

Travon stared at her impassively. Face devoid of expression and emotion.

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Two cruisers and ten frigates closed in on the small fleet of the Congruous Collective. Targeting solutions were already set with all weapons ready, only for the fleet to turn and jump to ftl.

"Cowards." Hily said heatedly. 'Still.' She mused. 'They will return.' If she knew anything about humans, it was they rarely gave up or retreated without some kind of plan.

However, that applies to everyone really.

"Have the fleet spread out. They could return at any moment. They may even try hit and run tactics everyone. Keep your eyes open for anything." Everyone nodded at her words.

If everything went according to plan, they would have the planet under control and force them to see reason. She was sure of this. They simply didn't know any better. She took a deep breath. She was total in the right. She was totally in the right. Council rules existed for a reason. Hily repeated this several times in her head and more before she continued on with the mission. She had work to do.

"What can you tell me about the planet?" She spoke.

"Its weird mam. The same jamming that was on the ships, is on the planet, but I don't think its a jammer as we know it? Look." The communication officer said while gesturing to one of the main screens.

It took a moment, but a view of the planet appeared. The planet was an arid desert with only one body of water and numerous rivers. The body of water was not very large or deep, but not much could be done about it. The poles were rather small for a planet of this size and the air was hot and slightly toxic. There wasn't a lot of plant life or life is general. There was also large sections of red rock and canyons.

Overall the planet was habitable, but far from ideal.

However, she could have sworn there wasn't a section of green on the planet last time she was here. No doubt it was their base, or city, or something. A bad feeling was swelling within her. Something wasn't right about all this. Something she couldn't place. She knew humans were an odd species ever since they entered the galactic stage. But one too many things weren't adding up, and it was bothering her deeply.

Their speech and mannerisms were different then what she knew about them. Granted she had what amounts to zero contact with humans in general and little people skills, so she didn't have the right to question them. But she did do some research on them like most others did when they entered the stage and these people were... different to say the least.

A quick shake of her head with her eyes closed and a mental prayer to the goddess before snapping her eyes open ready for the task at hand. "Send a message asking for their surrender. If they are sensible, they will see the error of their ways."

"Yes mam."

"And send a message to all ships, in five minutes if they don't surrender, we'll invade and force them to."

A nod was all that was needed in response.

'Your move.' Was her thought. She didn't want to waste the lives of her people on a pointless war like this, but she would if she needed. Her people were the best there was, and even if what she had wasn't the best of the best, they were still more than enough for whatever the humans had. 'What could go wrong?' She thought with a smirk. The pit in her stomach sank just a little bit lower.

"No response mam."

"None at all?" She questioned?

"None."

'Strange.' She didn't give it much thought. It wasn't too unusual. "Give the command."

She watched out the view screen as transports and fighters flew down to the planet. She didn't know how long the battle would last but hoped it wouldn't be to long. She had a birthday party to get to soon.

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Citadel

Udina wasn't having that bad of a day. It was one of the better days, in his mind. The council wasn't hounding him, and nobody was causing any problems that he had to deal with. He could sit back and relax and enjoy himself for once. It was nice.

That all changed when he received a notice that the council wished to speak to him. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. When he was sure he wasn't, he begins to think about why the council needed to speak to him. His thoughts immediately turn to Shepherd, but without proof couldn't be sure. Plus, it could be about something else. Not wanting to think to deeply on it, knowing he would find out shortly, he took the needed precautions to get ready.

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Codex:

Armor:

Armor is protective body covering intended to prevent injury in combat. There are three general armor categories; light, medium, and heavy. These rate armor based on the protection it provides and the movement penalties it incurs. Armor can be customized with upgrades depending on individual preference.

Combat hard-suit:

Aside from allowing its wearer to survive in environments like outer space, it is also reinforced with sheets of ceramic plating on non-flexible parts of the body. Each set of armor, regardless of its weight, has a kinetic barrier generator and an onboard computer that can give readouts on the environment, liaise with terminals to download data, and check local wildlife against the xenobiology database.

This is used by most races.

Battle suit:

Battle suits are the standard suits used by Piety Republic to protect their troops. It uses a special weave under suit with plates of ultradurable titanium on non-flexible parts of the body. Battle suits make use of featherweight fusion reactors to turn all armored suits into powered armored suits increasing the overall capabilities of the user and include a computer-enhanced vision and audio feeds, force field generator, tactical overlay map and a constant connection to Central Command.

Many units have special additions to improve their combat effectiveness; such as jetpacks, emp discharge packs, and missile packs.

Bio-armor:

Created using genetics, crystalline titanium, and carbon nanofiber to both be form fitting and durable, the bio-armor of the Congruous Collective is nothing if not strange when compared to other armor. Each armor is created with the individual user in mind to make the most of it and can change to the user's needs as needed, within reason. Also, unlike other armor regenerates over time, faster in miasma.

Meta-armor:

Meta-armor uses a highly durable silicon-based polymer with firaxite as a conductor to create an armor system that remembers its form. This allows it to have a degree of repair. It comes with an onboard computer and communication system. Also comes with a tactical kit for emergencies. Unlike other armor system, it doesn't have an integrated shield system.

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I will say I am not fully happy with this chapter and will likely update it later. I had far more planned, but I needed to get this out now, or I don't know when I would. This took so long to put out, mostly because I am lazy, but also because I couldn't use Microsoft word for a while, my computers screen is still broken (using new computer), and general problems.

Right now, I just want to sleep and clear my head. I don't know what codex I will do next time, feel free to suggest any or tech help. I really need help for my stories.

Bye, see you next time (no idea when) and happy holidays!