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Palavan was under siege.

Despite repeating it to himself and seeing the reports, Primarch Fados still struggled to comprehend how it had come to pass.

They knew something was wrong when they stopped receiving any reports from the fleet on the siege of the human world. They reinforced their side of the relay in preparation for a reprisal attack.

Yet that fleet went dark as well.

At this point he elected to notify the citadel council about what had transpired. The asari and salarians weren't pleased at being kept in the dark, yet were quick to prepare a diplomatic ship and send it to the relay in hopes of preventing any further conflict.

The day before they were expected to arrive at the relay the first signs of the invasion were noticed.

Six major communication hubs went silent at the same time with no warning. Then when the security forces arrived they found that all the personnel were dead and the computers had been infected with a virus.

Then several military bases began to report intruders inside their perimeter, only for them to all be silenced by the bombs that had been placed by the unknown intruders.

These attacks all happened within the space of two hours and threw the planet on high alert.

But it was too late.

They began getting reports of columns of light appearing across the planet and soldiers pouring out of them taking out and military forces in the vicinity.

At the same moment a large fleet poured into the system through several wormholes. Forcing the defense fleet to quickly leave orbit and engage them. They had tried to send out fighters from the orbital bases and the bases on Menae, yet they too had fallen under attack. Preventing them from deploying their entirety of their fighters and bombers.

The fleet had yet to engage when the flagship of Admiral Valinous was boarded and he was taken prisoner along with several other senior captains. Leaderless the fleet's cohesion was lost before the opening salvos were exchanged and the invaders were quick to capitalize on this. Pressing their attack, not giving the Turians a chance to organize.

Besieged on all sides the Turians were stretched to their limits but still fought with steadfast determination. Yet there was little they could do to stem the tide. Half of the cities had fallen before the second day ended. The ships of the defense fleet were either destroyed or taken by boarders, erasing any chance of them keeping orbital supremacy.

Even the capitol, under which his bunker was located, had nearly been taken over completely He was now forced into deciding whether or not to formally surrender.

Little did he know, the choice was going to be made for him.

The entrance to the Primarch's bunker was guarded by a platoon of blackwatch soldiers along with a squad of cabals given the simple order to not allow anyone past them. So they diligently watched the hallway that lead to them for any sign of attackers. And almost out of reflex shoot the three Turians that came around the corner. It was Two males, one being taller than the other two, and a female. The short male was being carried by the others, the front of his armour blue with blood.

"Help us! He's been hurt badly!" cried out the taller male

The Blackwatch looked at each other while keeping their guns at the ready, they knew the enemy had been making progress, but they had yet to hear of any reports of their foe being so close. Their sergeant called out.

"What is your unit and where were you attacked?"

But the three either didn't hear the question or were too panicked to hear it.

"Please, I think he is dying!"

"Is the enemy nearby?"

"Get help!"

Then the tall one suddenly grabbed the wounded one threw him across the 20 meters that separated them. The wounded one collided with 4 of his men knocking them clean off their feet and by the sound of it breaking several bones.

The wounded turian shimmered on the impact and when he stood up again he was no longer a turian. Instead it was an asarianoid with a pale skin and green armour with an ornate helmet sporting two large curved horns. It immediately closed the distance with the heavy weapon placements and started to kill the soldiers manning them.

The other two also shimmered and their disguise disappeared to reveal similar aliens. One which held an axe, and appeared to be some type of biotic judging by the electricity arcing across its arms, leaped the distance with a roar and left a jarring impact on landing sending more soldiers flying.

The third one kept its distance but had an equally devastating presence. Daggers shot out impaling a dozen soldiers before they could fire a single shot. Within seconds some of hierarchy's most elite troops were killed without firing more than a dozen shots.

Loki wiped the blue blood off his knives and followed his siblings to the large door that was supposed to lead into the bunker they were looking for.

"Why is it," asked Loki "that I always play the injured one? Surely one of you two are capable of filling that role."

"Acting capability has nothing to do with my dear." Replied Hela, "The fact is you are to small to throw Thor or even myself with such accuracy."

"Not to mention," Added Thor with a grin, "neither of us can match the grace with which you fly through the air."

Loki rolled his eyes in response as Hela smirked at him.

"Thor, would you be so kind as to get the door for us?" Hela flicked her wrist and made a sword as she waited for him to reply.

"Of course sister." He stepped up and with a single swing from Stormbreaker, broke the foot thick reinforced door wide open, through which he followed Hela and Loki and leaped down the elevator shaft it revealed.

Hela landed like a cat on top of the elevator resting on the bottom of the shaft, Loki with equal grace landed next to her. Thor opted to land on the floor of it instead, crashing through the roof and charging the guards.

"Subtle as always." Loki commented before jumping through the hole and rushing to his brother's side. Hela followed and the three of them tore through the guards with ease, the bulkheads slammed shut to hold them back, but to no avail. Each door that impeded them was either blasted open by Thor, carved open by Hela, or simple opened by Loki.

After a near non stop rampage through the underground facility, that was only broken by two wrong turns, they reached what looked to be the door they were looking for.

"Remember, Father wants the Primarch alive. The rest are inconsequential."

Loki and Thor nodded in acknowledgement before running at the door. Thor lead the way, plowing through the door and backhanding the first guard clean off his feet. The rest soon perished as he and Loki went to work, eventually the only five remaining in the room were the three Asgardians, a single guard and Primarch Fados.

Hela smiled at the Primarch as she sat down at the table.

"Hello Primarch Fados, please take a seat. I imagine you have not had much sleep since this whole situation began."

Fados stiffly seated himself at the opposite side of her, his guard diligently standing behind him.

Hela leaded back and placed her feet on the table as her helmet melted away, revealing her face and letting her hair fall free.

"I do believe we have much to discuss Primarch."

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