Smoke blotted out the once serene sky, fires burning though once beautiful buildings. The colony was burning, people running from a threat they couldnt loose. A Batarian pirate group had started the blantant massacre about an hour ago, killing the few Alliance soldiers on the ground.
Wreckage in the city square revealed its self to be of a crashed frigate, parts of the hull marked with red and white testified to it. Various ships flew over the main city, firing weapons into the masses of paniced humans.
Arthan stepped over a peice of rubble, watching as his fellow Batarians beat down a few of their captured prey. He smiled as he walked by, seeing his henchmen herd their victims into the cargo hold of his ship. A young Batarian busy ordering them to fit as many as they could.
Slavers paid big money for humans, and he wouldnt miss the oppritunity to make it. He laughed to himself as he though about their fate, once they were taken back to his HQ planet they would be implanted, then sold like anything else to the highest bidder.
He turned to see a bloodied human on the ground, his armor designating him N7. The batarian beating him was laughing his head off, whacking him with a baton. Arthan told him stop, then waited for him to go away. When he did he kneeled down beside the special forces soldier.
"You cannot stop us, your colony is ours, your people now our property, you sir, have failed." He said coldly to the man.
The soldier spit in his face, then tried to kick him. Arthan reacted, standing up and driving his foot into the humans ankle, breaking it. He then pulled his pistol, shooting the soldier in the gut. He watched as he writhed in pain, then decided to end it.
The pistol cracked with the pull of the trigger, the body becoming limp as he did. He then walked away, going of to see if the other pirates were getting as good as scores as him.
He was glad with the amount of valubles they were gaining from the colony. He was waiting for the report from his ships hacker, trying to figure out when the next Alliance patrol would respond to this attack.
"Arthan, no Alliance patrols are schedualed for the rest of the month, no ships are headed here, we have full reign of this system!" the Batarian told him over his radio
"Good, get read to transport the first shipment of goods, keep a few ships here to make sure this scum doesnt try anything." He said with a good mood.
The pirates cheered, the ships speeding off to unload at their HQ. They had a great raid, and it was still going. They had a couple million in stolen items, another couple million in slaves that would be sold. Within an hour the ship returned, giving the colonists even more doubt they would survive.
The last resistance on the colony was a security team, but a 120mm mass accelerator cannon was all it took to silence the rebellion agianst them. They stole more and more, loading person after person into cargo holds, it would be a horrible sight for anyone, one that no one would forget after any lenght of time.
To the Batarians it was happy sight, pleasing their sick minds as they mutilated their victims. They loved this, they were showing that Humanity was not untouchable, and that they were their better. He could only laugh as he thought about the reactions their 'terrorist' act would get back on the humans planet.