Chapter One

A Day in Lu’an

Text rolled across the screen, a blurb of electrical noise marking the beginning of the audio file. Its voice was a neutral Human male voice, accented only slightly in a North American accent mixed with a melodic tune of Mandarin.

“The Unconquerable class Heavy Battleship is five kilometers long. Its armament is one spinal Ethereal Fusion Lance, ten Fusion lance turrets along structural hardpoints,”

The picture of the bulbous, massive ship materialized as if from light speed. Jan’s grandfather always said it reminded him of a Mon Calamari Cruiser from Star Wars.

Jan never cared for science fantasy.

“..... Sporting twin linked MACs along the lateral line of the ship. Included are the one hundred plus plasma cannons, per side, for point defense and broadside strafing against targets, and several hundred laser cannons and Blaster Launcher anti-ship munitions-”

Jan cut off the device, “Yeah, yeah and it has a crew of over a five thousand, three thousand Orion class combat drones, with a hundred Firestorm Mark five fighters,” Rolling his eyes he went on in a droll tone to match the VI, “Along with ten drop pods, ten boarding torpedoes, and a dozen heavy gunship/dropship Galaxies. And all crewed by one hundred X-Com operatives.”

“. . . Correct. Well done Student Jan.” The dull VI replied dryly, not even sounding as if it meant the statement. Before it could continue he lowered the Tablet to look outside his window.

From the looks of it, it was nearing 6:30. Which meant, to his eagerly grumbling stomach, breakfast. He saw his reflection in the glass, mirroring his sandy blond hair, brown eyes and white skin, giving it an opaque color. He just screamed stereotypical American farmboy.

Rising from his personal desk, knick knacks and papers scattered across its plain plastic surface, he did his morning stretches.

It was when the aroma of food could no longer be ignored that Jan darted out of his room to the kitchen. His mother was making eggs again, and his father was at the table disassembling and cleaning an old rifle. Jan’s mother always joked that his father put more love into his guns then he did in making it.

“Did you sleep well Jan?” his parents asked in almost perfect unison. Jan simply shrugged in response. It was going to be a beautiful Saturday but he would have to cram for monthly military testing.

Jan’s father only grunted at his response while his mother served a helping of eggs and toast to each of them. She was about to sit down when a knock came at the door.

Moving to answer the door, wiping her hands on her apron she smiled, “Oh Dinky! Good morning, here with the daily mail?” Jan knew who that was, Dinky Hooves was the local package delivery mare, he was friends with her son Kindred “Heart” Hooves.

“Yup! Thanks for still buying the physical stuff, keeps me with a job you know!” The higher pitched voice of an Equestrian filtered into the home as the two females discussed and gossiped like women usually do. What Jan wasn’t expecting was for Kindred to suddenly appear behind the half asleep boy.

The trap set, Kindred started, “Heya Jan!” If Jan was a ballistic missile they would have considered his launch a success.

Groaning, Jan was on his back, Kindred’s face over his own, “Oww, ow, ow, I think I hit my knee on the table.” he groaned out pitifully as he slowly got up.

“That should teach you better situational awareness son.” His father pointed out, what he probably considered sagely. Kindred put his hooves on the table, sniffing at the food and looking at the Jan’s father.

“Can I have some Mr. Bulrick?” He had that special smile that only a drill instructor could resist, and as such Jack Bulrick resisted,

“You’ll have to ask Melissa if you can. And doesn’t your mother feed you mister?” Jan resumed eating, enjoying his Chrysalid eggs.

“She does. But she says I eat like a full grown stallion!” Giving a flat, toothy grin he dashed off to ask the matriarch of the family, who was busy conversing with their neighbor.

The patriarch turned on the vid screen and flipped through the channels, “.....Memorials for the first invasion are-”

“.... Military personnel retention rates are at an all time low as-”

“.... The Equis-Human exploration fleet is almost ready to leave Shanxi to-”

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“..... In other news! Muton Stand up Comic Gorell Vee was declared Last Comic Standin-”

“..... X-com: Terror from the Deep! will return-”

“..... Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria is leading the exploration beyond relay 314. The prodigious Princess has expressed hope security measures will prove unnecessary with the eventual contact with other species, but maintains that caution is of utmost importance-”

Twilight sighed as she trotted towards the spaceport, past the mostly Chinese Humans and bespeckled Equestrians from the eastern cities. Her omnitool cycling through radio channels, finally settling on a classical music station. ‘Is that Yuri’s twenty fifth? Or Hiruma's Grand Orchestral?’ Twilight mused silently.

Human’s knew their entertainment to be sure, they had everything with dozens of genres for music and films. They made something even Twilight never thought of desiring.

Audio books.

“Princess Twilight.” The two Equestrian Royal guards, clad in ceremonial armor, bowed before her, and spoke in unison as she led her small group into the ship that would take them to orbit. Lu’an had been a pleasant enough city. Clean, busy. It reminded her of home at Canterlot. And the outer suburbs and farming communities were reminiscent of Ponyville.

The bay for their transport was a mess of equipment, luggage, and people. Everywhere technicians of every species were working on the everyday maintenance of the hundreds of ships that came through the system every month, not to mention the hundreds of transports that filled the city and served as ferries for transporting goods to and from orbit. That was going to be a fact of life until the orbital space elevator was finished.

“Good morning Princess Sparkle. How was your meeting?” Mack, the planet’s AI, popped up on the holo-pedestal before the ship, only a foot high.

Twilight quite enjoyed the AI. His avatar was dressed as a cowboy. His leather chaps, plaid shirt, dusty hair, and rawhide hat gave him a very rustic, farmy feel… and reminded her horribly of her friends, Applejack specifically.

“As well as could be expected for this media storm. I swear you’re pushing them to cause a general panic.” Glaring at the AI for a moment she soon dropped it with a light hearted chuckle.

“Please, you know Humans, jumpy little creatures who are fearful of the unknown,” he replied, sticking his tongue out childishly.

Twilight rolled her eyes.“I swear, you’re just like Luna. What’s that Human term? A Troll?” She had studied Human culture intensively for decades. And while she found just about all of them had the same feelings towards her people; apologetic, polite, and friendly. She always suspected their politicians.

While she would never share her suspicion, she felt like the Council was slipping, already their military retention rates were extremely poor. Not so much as one X-Ray spotted in over a century, and they were desperately clawing for reasons as to why they should continue funding the military so highly. It was voting season next year and the various political parties, especially the house controlling X-Com Initiative Party, were scrambling.

“Oh shucks you caught me. Playing my ol’ country tricks on you city folk.” Teasing her, Mack had done his research on Twilight. Much to Twilight’s continued embarrassment. But she enjoyed the friendly banter with the AI, who was as the situation called for, polite, attentive, kind, and reasonable. Much like the Council when she thought about it.

“Well enough fooling around Mack. Bring me up to speed. When’s the Enterprise going to be ready? Also remind me please, who are the senior staff I should know about?” Twilight requested politely as she looked into the sky to see several dozen transports lift off into space.

“In less than an hour your Highness. Your escort, two Defender class frigates, Jotun and Sefu are in orbit waiting with the stealth ship Highest Honor. Your requested support ships will meet us at our destination.” Mack said as he “walked” alongside Twilight’s party, using the holographic emitters in the bay. He was only as tall as her, to be respectful.

“Your senior crew on the Enterprise; X-Com Operative Col. Matthew Perry, Navigator and Sensors Jeremy Pressly, Pilot Aganovich Taylor, Weapons Officer Jack Siffly, and Medical chief Phrixus Cephalus. I’m sure you’re familiar with the AI Dr. Vahlen.” Mack was pantomiming taking a breath while Twilight was already matching the faces to the names. “The Captain of the Jotun is Elizabeth Kilger, and the Sefu is Kirabo Zecor. Finally the Stealth ship is commanded by Terah, a Sabillian.”

Twilight remembered his face, genetically altered to have some defining features, now looking more snake than lizard. A good choice for a stealth ship, his ancestors having been excellent infiltrators and that gene was hardcoded into his species’ brain.

Nodding Twilight boarded her ship, “Excellent Mack, thank you for your service. I’ll return my support ships in a few weeks for resupply.” Mack nodded as the door close and his voice came over her omni-tool.

“Of course Princess. I’ll begin preparations immediately.” And then the soothing melodies of a Griffin composer began on her tool, as they exited to space and neared the Enterprise. Twilight hoped to Celestia that nothing would happen to the fleet.

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Jan was outside in the mid-morning light of his little farming hamlet. His parents had said that it was okay if he didn’t study for now, as long as he returned home for dinner and didn’t get into too much trouble.

He heard Kindred trotting alongside him. Looking at his friend, a Unicorn, navy coat with a sky blue mane and amethyst eyes smiled back. His cutie mark was a trio of plush red crosses, with some kind of cannon shooting them. He was told by Kindred that he found his special talent, and that it was being a combat doctor.

He still remembered the day when he got it a few years ago. The doctor on site said it was some kind of Psionic milestone. After that happened he was pulled out of the Equestrian class and stuck into the Military academics courses. Jan was special in his own way, he was one of the few American kids in the colony.

“So whats the plan? Head to the psi gym?” Jan started.

“Come on we do that every day at school. How about we go to the Grav arena? See a game of Gravball?” the Pony suggested as they neared the transit hub.

The transit hub was adorned with the flag of Shanxi, a star in the middle of green, with olive branches framing the center star. Around the building were several cheap posters. One was advertising X-Com: Terror from the Deep! .

The next was a poster encouraging everyone to do their best. It showed three scenes: one of farmers of all species working in an apple orchard, the next engineers and scientists working at their stations, watching as they test-fired a laser into some metal, and the last a team of several species working together past a broken brick wall; a Human covering a Sectoid as what looked like incoming fire pattered off the corner. All of these scenes were depicted in the anime-esque style popular in the Asian colonies.

The last poster before the door was the ubiquitous Vigilo Confido poster, an X-Com operative in psi armor pointing to the viewer and saying, “Are you always vigilant? Are you reliable?”

The hub was a small node in an enormous network, the local station for their small farming town.

Outside the station was a Sectoid vendor, who everyone knew as Mr. 5531 Elysium. He was selling apples, and from the looks of it, Equestrian apples. Jan’s mother had given him twenty credits as allowance today, and twenty more for lunch for himself and Kindred.

Elysium, spotting the two children, waved and a psi link activated between the two. Inside of Jan’s head, he heard the other’s voice as a whisper.

“Good morning you two. Care for an apple? Straight from the Apples’ farm.” Jan smiled. His own family helped in the small hamlet’s communal crops. They mostly grew potatoes, but they also took care of the animals when needed.

Kindred looked at Jan with a pleading look that made Jan roll his eyes in amusement. Like a cute anime cat, sparkling effect included. “Sure, two to go please.” Jan replied, as his friend pumped his foreleg in success.

Elysium nodded and psi pulsed his satisfaction as he pulled two of the pearly red orbs the size of coconuts ponies underwhelmingly called “apples” out of the stand and put them in a plastic bag. Jan handed over two credits and picked up the bag.

Entering the station, it was empty except for one other occupant, “Hello Ms. Vahlen!” Kindred greeted as he waved one foreleg in the air at the Ethereal.

The creature turned its silver-masked face towards the two children and gave a psi pulse for a smile, “Hello young ones, are you going into the city as well?”

The two just nodded as the Ethereal lowered something on to the ground from behind its robes. Scurrying up to the two was a Chryssalid. Jan bent down and put his hands on his knees, “Come on Aviyah!” the four legged chibi jumped up in front of the two and rolled around on its back, clicking in joy and excitement.

Kindred just laughed as he gave the stunted ‘lid a belly rub, while the two showered the pet in praise. “Yes I was just going to take Aviyah to the veterinarian. He’s been unable to eat anything. I fear his venom glands have enlarged, a common problem among Chrysalids I’m afraid.” floating over to the two she bent down and scooped up her pet in her frail arms, hiding them within her all encompassing crimson robe.

“So why are you two going to Lu’an?” she asked as she looked at them from behind the stylized mask of the Ethereal writer. She was tall, almost three times as tall as Kindred who was just barely a bit shorter than Jan.

“Well we don’t know. We have the day off of chores and we wanted to have some fun. You’re only a kid once, right?” Jan rubbed the back of his head, smiling as Kindred checked the tram schedule.

“If only I could remember my childhood. But alas, it is lost to the aether of time. So how is school? Keeping your scores up?" The conversation lasted for a minute until Kindred called out that the tram was coming.

After a quarter hour high speed tram ride, they glided into Zakuza station in the southwest portion of the city, which was located in the academic district where the Colony’s primary schools and universities were located.

“If you two run into any trouble, then find me at this address. But please stay safe young ones, I know how rambunctious you can be.” giving a psi pulse for a smile, Vahlen’Duyun’Shanxi floated off to her destination.

“So I think we should go to the Little Tokyo Arcade. We can get food and play the arcade for awhile.” Kindred Heart suggested, walking out into the busy street. All around it was bustling with people of all species. On a terrace for an apartment building, a pair of Mutons were talking, basking in the sun. Above the street traffic, air cars and trucks flew past. In bulky orange robes, leading a group of assorted monks was Father Grigori, the well known Ethereal war hero-turned priest, his MEC implants giving him an extended life.

“Come on Jan, lets go find Lenibus and the others.” Jan replied, “If we’re going to the Arcade then we may as well go with a few more friends and a lot more credits.” both of them chuckling, they went for a few blocks and into an apartment block to recover as many classmates as possible.

When they emerged an hour later they had their entire gang with them. Lenibus First Clutch, the sabilian’s thin human form shadowing the group, Lunchou Pailaing, the young Muton, who already dwarfed his friends. And Eliza Vu, the brains of the group and childhood friend of Jan, black hair and slender Vietnamese frame included.

Together they had wheedled, snuck, or saved over a hundred credits. That was twenty for each person, and if the arcade had favorable rates it could mean a lot of games played!

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Father Yuri Grigori prided himself on patience. Since his days as the first X-Com MEC Trooper, he had learned a great deal of practice. Before making the decision to enter seminary he had made great use of it in helping to excavate underground tunnels on several early colonies.

Russian by birth, he led his friends and acolytes through the city, saying late morning prayers and greeting their many counterparts across the streets. It was his tenth day of fasting in remembrance of his fallen friends and comrades in the Ethereal war.

Finally after an hour of walking they returned to the religious sector shared by most religions. Reaching their beloved chapel his acolytes finished the verse they were on and went inside to prepare for the day’s early afternoon mass, and to have lunch.

‘Ah how I envy them.’ Grigori thought as his stomach gave a grumble. Ignoring such weakness he began to organize his sermon for today. ‘Today is to be a good day.’ He thought to himself, repeating the chant as he smiled at the first of his flock to enter.

“Ah! Welcome Private Krios, are you here for confession today?” He grinned at the Asian man, who waved in reply. He was in his newly-acquired off-duty uniform, the navy blue of the Alliance Marines.

“Not today, Father. This young man has done nothing but sit, eat, work out, and be bored out of his mind for all of his patrol and sentry duty,” the 20 year-old replied as he settled into the front-row pew.

“I hear that from many newly-conscripted men and woman in the military. Always either wanting some action, or begging to be released. Doing good in your lectures I hope?”

The young man nodded, “Of course, its the only da- ahem, sorry, its the only thing worth doing in garrison duty. Father told me that service gets better after the first year when they put you on a ship and have you do combat maneuvers and such. But I have nine months to go and already I’m bored to death!”

Grigori smiled, “So you come to Father Grigori on your religious leave to hear some old war stories yes?” The much younger man sat up at that and nodded happily, “Well I’m sure I have one or two for a boy like you…….”

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Captain Serius Octanis was not having a good day. It wasn’t his assignment, his flotilla subordinates, or even that this was the largest “patrol” he has ever led at 50 vessels. No, it was the intel.

Mind flashing to the briefing he remembered how there had been numerous anomalous readings in this sector of space, so anomalous that it had been deemed necessary to activate a relay to investigate.

Hyperwave signals, considered science fiction and theoretical at best. Able to communicate instantly by supra-dimensional waves which travels almost instantly. Thought impossible by Asari and Salarian scientists as feats only the Protheans had been capable of, hyperwaves were now being detected by stations across the galaxy as little more than annoying static.

If whatever was making that noise was advanced enough to do that, it was possibly the return of the Protheans, or the emergence of a galactic threat. As a loyal captain of the Turian Hierarchy, and as a citizen of Citadel space, it was his duty to see who it was that was making all the static. That, and hopefully ensure that they won’t be a threat.

“All section reports are green across the board, sir. Estimated time to arrival at relay 314…. 6 hours,” reported one of the bridge crew.

“Good, good. I’ll be in my quarters, let me know of anything new that comes up.” His taskforce consisted of 50 ships of various classes: his flagship dreadnought Spear of Romultion, 26 cruisers, and 25 more frigates. This was a patrol fleet fit for active combat and subjugating a cluster of stars, one that Serius hoped would be enough to confront this new force.

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Twilight was happy, in orbit at the edge of Shanxi’s system everything was ready, ahead of schedule! Looking at her Human “Bodyguard” Colonel Matthew Perry, representing Human interests in this expedition. He was more here for tradition and incase they encountered any hostile forces than anything else.

‘At least he follows me without question’ Twilight thought pleasantly remembering some less than savoury X-Com operatives. “Navigator Pressly ETA to destination?”

Jeremy Pressly was a mid sized, mid aged human, white fair skin with already graying hair, and a calm demeanor, “Three hours Princess, about 1:30 pm Lu’an standard. Stellar drift may have pushed the relay off by a few dozen light years so it will take a bit longer to find than normal.”

Nodding, Twilight was looking at the galactic map on the screen of the ship, seeing a small circle in their cluster of space representing the area the relay should be. Once they warp close they should be able to catch on to the Element Zero signature of the relay.

“Pilot Taylor, you are clear for jump.” The navigator spoke after a few more minutes of preparation. Dr. Vahlen, the ship’s AI flashed on the holographic pedestal holding her data chip.

“Princess, your room is to your specifications.” Looking around the mostly quiet bridge, music started to flutter in from a long dead artist. The soft classical beats were soon replaced by hard electronic techno.

Twilight looked at Vahlen and shook her head, “Really? Scooter? I would have thought you would have chosen something more momentous? For the history books.”

The AI’s avatar rolled its eyes at the immortal princess earning an extra hard glare. “Well your highness you have the power to choose any song known to man and equine kind alike.” She said in a snarky tone, quite unlike her progenitor.

Twilight, used to dealing with people like her, raised her own muzzle and using her omnitool chose something Rarity would most certainly approve of. Something by Mozart, his Moonlight Sonata, its haunting, beautiful melody appropriate for the seriousness of the situation.

Colonel Perry to his credit just kept overwatch on everyone’s duty stations, treading over to each of the bridge crew and observing them for a moment before moving on. These jobs often times got extremely boring, and it was not uncommon for unwatched officers and crewmen alike to revert to distracting activities, or games like Doom. It was in fact so common that most bridge electronics came preinstalled with the game.

Truth be told most were just doing made up busy work or listening to podcasts as they watched their respective stations for fluctuations.

“I’ll be in my quarters, Colonel Perry you have the bridge.” Twilight stated after a few moments of reviewing her crew.

“Aye ma’am, she’s in safe hands.” Perry replied, his british accent rolling into her ears like oddly sweet music.

The matrices of the translation spell that was on many Equestrians often times contorted the accents of the Humans into melodic tunes. While she could perfectly understand many of Humanities dialects and languages it was simply faster to employ her magic to do the leg work.

Walking off the deck she felt it was time to check in on spike and report to Princess Celestia.

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The Arcade was reasonably full. Both an old school Arcade and a restaurant, the place obviously pulled in a tidy profit, being near the academic sectors of the colony. Bringing in children, teens, and hipsters alike it catered to the wide variety of species who called Lu’an, and by extension Shanxi, home.

The gang got four tokens a credit and many of the games were two tokens to play. It being noon now that left plenty of time to play and have a good time.

Jan and Kindred wasted no time in splitting off from the group and bee-lining it straight for the Dance Dance Revolution machine, which already had garnered a large crowd of various peoples. Playing on the two pads was a young Sabilian on the left pad, and a late teens Human female in sports shorts and tanktop with sports bra combo on the right.

The song playing was old, from the early 21st century,

“[Hell is for heroes, like me and you.

love is for fools, the pain and the scars.

Heaven is for dreamers, who pray to the stars. . . . . .](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3emoA6HJ4o)”

They were both pretty good, the Sabilian using his natural agility to his fullest while the Human female, jack of all, master of none, kept up good pace and put up a fight.

“Come on Jan, lets try that one!” Kindred called pointing to the empty wing of games. Jan being eager to use some of his tokens followed his friend.

They were going to have fun today!

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Codex Entries

Defender class Frigate
The Defender Class frigate is a multipurpose combat patrol ship and escort, equipped to counter any threat at any time. Over 350 meters in length (25 meters high and 50 meters wide,) it is served by a crew of 60 naval personnel and with a platoon of marines, coming out at 110 serving members. The ship's main role, as its name suggests, is to be a defense craft.

The ship is equipped with four Star-Ranger class dropships and a single boarding torpedo. For armament the ship is relatively well equipped to protect against the myriad of possible extraterrestrial, and more mundane threats.

It is armed with:

1 center fixated Fusion Lance

1 Underslung mass accelerator cannon

6 Broadside plasma cannons on each flank

Point defence lasers and Blaster Launcher defenses.

The ship is protected by the cheap but reliable Mass effect shield to protect the hull from micrometeorites and mass cannons, with combination point defense lasers and Blaster Launchers to counter enemy missiles, rockets, fighters, or boarding parties. And finally it is armored by nearly a meter of Vahlenite alien alloy in most places.

Enterprise class Cruiser
The Species Alliance’s premier space exploration and science vessel, the Enterprise embodies the Alliances desire to have the best of all worlds for its science ships. Balancing the need for science, protection, and offensive capabilities, the 800 meter cruiser is made in limited quantities.

Planning for any conceivable issues that may be presented to the ship, from peaceful first contact, to attack from hostile alien microbes, it was carefully tailored by the best shipwrights and designers in the Terran and Equis Alliances.

With room for over a thousand, it is most optimally staffed by 500 naval and science crew, while protected by a platoon of marines and a squad of X-Com operatives with 6 SpaceRangers for transportation and ferrying crew to the surface of a planet.

Armaments include:

1 center fixated Fusion Lance

1 Underslung mass accelerator cannon

15 Broadside plasma cannons on each flank

Point defence lasers and Blaster Launcher defenses.

An advanced AI manned cyber warfare suite.

And a wing of ten VoidStorm space superiority fighters.

The ship is protected by a strong and expensive mass effect shield, as well as Psi Operators who are employed to plague opposing ships and project a “Shield”. The vessel is further protected by over 2 meters of Vahlenite plating, and extensive point defense for missiles, rockets, fighters, or boarding parties.

Sectoid Hierarchy
Sectoids, also called the slang names Reticulans and Greys, are a psionically active but physically weak race.

First encountered in various abduction missions throughout Human history, the first concrete contact was January 1st, 2015 in the Berlin raid, where they abducted dozens of humans, killed almost an entire X-Com fire team of 5 men, and mauled military and police forces in the city.

Their homeworld is known to be in the Skyllian Verge in the Reticula system. This is unfortunately too far away to be reached and developed economically anytime soon. It is unknown the state of the planet, if any of the species still exists, or if it’s under Ethereal control still.

Sectoid culture is indistinguishable from Human culture, having lost their own over the thousands and thousands of years under the UberEthereal. They were very quickly culturally assimilated.

Sectoid biology is not unlike that of a Human’s, and is growing increasingly similar each time a new treatment is made for repairing them. Ethereal records state they had been much stronger, bigger, and better proportioned, but less psionically active. Computer models state they would have been an upright amphibious creature about the height of a human, in the mid 20th century with a nonverbal form of communications using a hivemind.

Their large eyes give them excellent sight and also allows them to see at night perfectly. They have vestigial webbed hands and feet, have gill slits, and in their head are pheromone emitters and detectors long since been made useless by genetic manipulation. Already however, steps are being made for allowing Sectoids to live in aquatic homes and make use of oceans more effectively than any other Species.

Sectoids are still asexual, and breed by releasing a clutch of eggs. Currently this method is very painful and can be permanently damaging to the Sectoid. They still breed relatively quickly, and since water is so common on Garden worlds and they produce minimal waste, they have plenty of living space.

They have found gainful employ as construction and maintenance workers, miners, low level psi occupations, and war and espionage.

Their role in warfare is much the same as what it was previously, light scouts and recon. Their currently weak frames make them unfit for front line combat, but their silent telepathy and their ability to operate in a variety of conditions make them prime for scouts and recon.

Their government is a form of Hierarchy, with elected officials being unconditional leaders of their hive minds. This allows for goals, ideas, and emotions to be transmitted between fellow Sectoids seamlessly from leader to underlings.

Author's Note

Hello and welcome to my story. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story.

I've been working on this story for more then 6 months and only recently released the first chapters on FFN.

I plan on releasing a chapter a week every Friday. So give me a look every week and i should have a new chapter out.