A/N: So, I finished Bioshock Infinite and god damn, did that mess me up. I was too blown away by it to write for a while and, by the time I got around to it, I didn't have the motivation to write anything. So, I apologize. Ideally I'll be updating more often, but, well, I don't exactly have the best track record now, do I? Anywho…

Also, I can't remember if I've said this already, but the timeline will be sped up compared to the original Mass Effect Universe. I want to hurry up and reach the first game's setting with my Sith Empire while still getting decent build-up. Also, there will be a couple things from other universes. I'll be taking ship designs from other universes if I think they're cool. We'll be seeing some ships from Battle Star Galactica Online later on, so if you're wondering what a Basestar or a Jormung is, google the image. (Codex has more info)

REVIEWS!

Kaioo: Yes, he was a strategist during the Mandalorian Wars, however, I don't think he ever had to go through a lot of diplomacy. Cause, you know, Mandalorians. Nonetheless, you're right, and I have no idea how I managed to forget about the Mandalorian Wars.

I am, however, sticking by my theory on the Intelligence's abilities. I believe that, at some point during its life, the Reapers harvested Force-sensitive individuals. While they may not have been able to wield the Force, they would at least have had some connection to the Force. Remember, this is fanfiction, so if I want Force-sensitives in Mass Effect Universe, then I get to put them in.

As to your point on True Balance, I hate balance. I hate perfection. These stagnate things, make them dull over time. "Without strife, the victory has no meaning. Without strife, one does not advance. Without strife, there is only stagnation." –Yuthura Ban. However, it's funny that you mention balance because Revan was seriously one of the only people in the freaking universe to reach that balance.

Straider: Yes, I agree. Now that the Sith are aware that the station is sentient, they'll be very prepared and very able to resist the Intelligence's influence. However, sneak attacks get initiative and bonus to their attack (Darths 'n Droids, anyone?), so Revan, while ridiculously OP, can still be influenced by a sneak attack mind manipulation. Controlled? No way in hell, but influenced? Very much so.

Guestnr1: Actually no, the basis for the Sith is on freedom. The Force shall set me free. The way I look at the Sith is that they want to be free from any who would try to control them. This is where Darth Bane's Rule of Two eventually came into play. One Sith would be free from all control, while the other would be under the master's control until the apprentice had gained enough power to be free. This also forced each Sith to be better than the last.

Guest (concerning Cylon references): Read the author's notes in chapter two. I basically took the Resurrection Ships from BSG and gave them to the Sith. The droids are continuously updating to the BattleNet and, upon their death, get downloaded into a new body at a Resurrection Ship. NO ONE used such tech in Star Wars EU as far as I'm aware, but they most definitely had the capabilities.

Guest (Would you kindly): PLEASE be a Bioshock reference.

ONWARDS TO THE STORY! (Please note that I'm skipping ahead a bit here so that we can get closer to the events of Mass Effect. We should be there around chapters 8-10. Also, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but I do very little proof-reading. I should also mention I do very little planning. These are 2 a.m. chapters that are conceived, written, and posted all at once. I apologize for all the things I forget, as well as the lack of reviewing/revising I do.)

The Star Forge Effect

80 CE:

The Sith Empire makes contact with the Citadel and hostilities ensue. Upon returning to the Lehon system, Darth Revan meets with Deep Thought and names the military system Pandora. He then appoints Deep Thought as the commander of all forces in the Pandora system. Deep Thought continues its experiments to create better weapons, though it dabbles with other fields as well.

The army and navy created by Deep Thought are left in Pandora, though Defense Cubes, created by Deep Thought for planetary defense, are distributed to all major planets. Each standard Defense Cube is one cubic kilometer, but smaller versions down to a hundred cubic meters are deployed to smaller cities. All cities with populations over five million are required to have at least a half-kilometer Defense Cube. Most, however, agree to the full-sized, though it remains a closely guarded secret as to what exactly is inside of a Cube.

108 CE:

"Marauder Benezia, you have been summoned to the headmaster's office. Please follow me." The protocol droid said in its usual drone.

Benezia groaned and got up from her floor. She had finally managed to get away from the other students and enough time to meditate and this happens. By the goddess, this was getting old fast. Nevertheless, she brushed herself off and walked out her door and fell in step beside the droid.

Well, it could be worse, she supposed. They could all hate her for being a different species. She chuckled at that, remembering the, while neither blatant nor extreme, widespread racism that was so prevalent throughout Citadel space. Here, it seemed there was no such thing. Instead, you were judged solely on your power, though how you defined that power depended on the person measuring. For many students, that power was either in their lightsaber or their force abilities. Unfortunately for her, she had no attunement to the force, however her biotics could make up for that enough for her to be trained to use a lightsaber.

"Hey, Nezy, how's it going?" Her head snapped up at the greeting, her eyes landing on a young teen who was leaning beside the door to the headmaster's office. She smiled and, holding back a laugh, curtseyed towards him.

"Hello, Prince Vaner." As he let out a long groan, she finally let out a tinkling laugh.

"C'mon, Nezy. You know how much I hate that title." He said holding out his arms.

"I do," she said, drawing him into a hug, "but it's more fun to annoy you." She ruffled his hair as she peeked around the doorway into the headmaster's office. "So I take it from your presence your dad is here?"

"Yep, says he's got a surprise for you." Vaner said, knocking her hand off his head.

"I hope not. The last time he gave me a surprise I ended up in a canyon full of scaly Varrens."

"I seem to recall you got a lightsaber out of the deal, didn't you?"

"Yeah, thanks for reminding me that I couldn't make my own lightsaber, Vaner, I really appreciate that."

"Hey, everyone agrees that the kid was a moron for trying to kill a whole pack of akk dogs by himself. And at least his saber is somewhere it'll be of some use. You wouldn't be able to be a Marauder without it."

"You know as well as I that the only reason I'm even considered a Marauder is because of your father, right?"

Vaner shrugged, "Hey, the blue knock-off Force you use helped too, you know."

Benezia opened her mouth to reply when the door to the office opened and the protocol droid exited. Even before it spoke, she strolled in to find a fairly amusing, if not uncommon, scene.

Revan sat in the large, comfortable armchair behind the headmaster's desk with one leg draped over one of the chair's arms, while the headmaster himself sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Ah, Benezia, so good to see you again." Revan said, before nodding towards a seat. "Won't you join us?" She slid into the seat to the left of the headmaster.

"You don't normally come here yourself, master, usually you just send HK." Benezia said, glancing at the headmaster, who flinched at the mention of the homicidal droid. It'd come through before, and had deemed several students unworthy when they failed a drill. He then went on to out-duel all three at once. He then disposed of the previous headmaster and left, having never passed on the message he was sent with.

"Well I was taking a trip through the systems when we got word from our probes in Citadel space. You remember the… spat between the Krogans and the Council?" She nodded and he continued. "Nothing serious at first, but it's been escalating and just a few days ago the Krogans declared all-out war on the Citadel. I've come to ask you: what are your thoughts on the matter?" Benezia's eyes widened. The Council at war? Nothing good could come from that, and from what she'd heard before her kidnapping, this was not going to be an easy fight for the Council.

She'd been kept up to date on what was happening in Citadel space, though forbidden from returning. It was rather infuriating at times, but she was forced to admit that she largely preferred her time in Sith space. There was so much to learn, from the history of the Mandalorians to the magical, though everyone she'd spoken to swore otherwise, Force that was so prevalently used.

"I believe that, unless the Citadel gets help, and a lot of it, they're doomed." She said bluntly. "They're more concerned with keeping peace between the species and they don't have any kind of real army after they disbanded the one they made to fight the Rachni. And that army was supposed to be almost replaced by the Krogans before you solved their problems."

Revan nodded, thinking it over, before straightening up and facing her fully. He reached to his belt, and donned his ever-present mask. Benezia and the headmaster both straightened up instantly, recognizing that he was now speaking as Darth Revan, Lord of the Sith Empire.

"Maiden Benezia, as the foremost expert on the Citadel, its space and its contents, would it be beneficial to the Sith Empire stepping in and fixing its Krogan problem?"

Benezia knelt before her master and considered his question carefully. It could be a hard fight, even though their tech was far behind the Sith the Krogans were uplifted to outlast what had been considered an infinite force. If they managed to dig their heels in, the war could be incredibly taxing. However, the Sith's forces could probably route them easily. And if they didn't, the Citadel species may very well be eradicated.

"The Citadel species have nothing to offer in bounty except raw resources, and even those pale in comparison to what you can harvest with Deep Thought's harvesting droids. However, if done right you could come out with control of the Citadel and its species. However, in order for that to be profitable would require even more resources and troops to… maintain order and any opposition from the current government." She paused, some lingering attachment to her species perhaps, before continuing, "I cannot recommend aiding the Citadel's forces in this conflict."

Revan nodded, seeming to contemplate her words before replying. "Well, the other lords have already discussed this and have agreed that you're wrong and that we shall be dealing with the Krogans. We can strip some systems for resources with the harvesters, while others can be "overlooked" and monitored in case some of the races are unhappy with the change of leadership."

"I understand, master."

"Good." He removed his mask and replaced it on his belt before standing and moving around the desk, motioning for Benezia to stand and follow, the headmaster forgotten. "I am glad to see your loyalty to the Citadel has waned so."

"Yes, master, though the influence on my mind was deep, with the mind healers' help and the mind exercises I was taught here my mind was cleared a great deal." Whatever the station was, whatever its purpose, it seemed intent on keeping the will of whoever stepped on it loyal to the government that had its seat there. There was still no explanation as to why it treated Revan and the Sith with such hostility.

"Excellent. I'm headed back to the Lehon System to greet the Council. We'll discuss the direction of the Empire and how the Citadel species factor into it. Then I'll order them to war and we'll see how well those Krogan fight." He glanced over his shoulder at Benezia and grinned widely. "I'm interested in how well those MagnaGuards fight. He compared them to Sith Assassins in fighting ability, you know."

"Hello, father."

"Ah, Vaner, excellent. I had thought you'd go to watch the Acolytes practicing."

Vaner's head dropped and his voice turned sullen.

"Why bother? You know I can't use the Force. I don't even have that fake stuff Nezy uses. I'll never be a Sith."

Revan sighed before wrapping his son up into a hug.

"C'mon, Van, not being a Sith never killed anyone. Besides, if you want to learn how to fight, Uncle Canderous has offered to personally train you in any weapon you wish. He's even offered to let you drive heavy tanks or walkers until you're certified."

"I know, but-" Here Vaner paused, hestating. "It's just-"

"You want to follow in your father's footsteps." Benezia finished for him. Revan shot her a look, but she only shrugged. "What, you think he doesn't look up to the father who shot the Sith Empire across the universe and into a new galaxy and Golden Age?"

"I want to be a healer."

Benezia and Revan, his mouth still open from his attempt to reply, snapped their heads around to shoot twin incredulous looks at Vaner.

"But, why?" Revan asked, seemingly stumped. "Canderous said you could drive a freaking TANK!"

"I know, but- I've seen Mom heal people from wounds that would normally be fatal. And, I know that that's only because of her Force training, but I want to be able to do that too."

Revan nodded, mulling things over in his head.

"Alright, I suppose your mothers not going to have anything against that. Tell you what, after this conference with the Council, I'll talk to the Kaminoans about an apprenticeship. They're a fair bit ahead on medicine and biology and the like. Study with them until you're a healer, but let Canderous at least teach you some light weaponry and hand-to-hand combat, alright?"

"Yes, father, thank you, father." Vaner said, bowing, relief clear in his voice.

"It's fine," Revan said, "I suppose I should be happy you're not trying to get onto the front lines when we're about to head into a war. Still, I'd prefer you to be able to defend yourself as best as you can should any… problems arise."

"Of course." Vaner said, still happy.

"Now, let's get going. I've a Council to see and a war to start. Join?"

"Win." Vaner and Benezia chorused.

The Star Forge, in the Lehon System

Three days later

"I'm not saying that they pose a threat to the Empire. I'm merely saying that we haven't finished securing our borders yet. We've only truly secured seventeen of the eighty surrounding systems. And only thirty-eight of the remaining sixty-three have listening posts. I can finish securing them within the year, but it would require at least tripling my current time allotment of the Star Forge, which-"

"Would not be feasible under the plans for a full-scale war effort." Silthar completed, nodding towards Marr, who nodded back. "Even with the Droid Force, the current war doctrine, passed by this Council a mere twenty-five years ago, expressly requires the complete defense of our worlds for the next twenty-five, or until-"

"We don't need a complete review of our war doctrine, Silthar." Jadus said irritably. "We were all there when we made it, with the exception of Lord Grievous here."

Grievous nodded, bringing his top, organic pair of arms up to clasp them on the tabletop. His modulated voice echoed out of his chest, while his eyes, one of the few parts of him that was still completely untouched by experimentation, darted between the Lords.

"I'm more than aware of my position here, Jadus, and I am also aware that no plan survives contact with the enemy." His lower, robotic arms raised above the table level, showing what he had been working on – two datapads, one with a map of the surrounding systems and the other filled with scrolling text and numbers. "Should we alter the doctrine to allow for monitoring of nearby systems with several reactionary fleets on standby in the outlying systems, we can postpone the true securing of the systems until we have finished solving the natives'… squabble."

"But it would still take-" Vowrawn began but was cut off almost immediately.

"The fleets currently in station around Pandora alone can monitor and react to over half of the unsecured systems at a rate of four systems per fleet should we only take half of the fleets from the system. Simulations show that any one of our fleets can win an engagement with a native fleet of equal tonnage with acceptable losses."

"Define acceptable." Revan said, his attention on the newest member of his Council.

"12% should they stand by their standard weapons, increased to 47% should they decide to ram our ships at FTL at a rate of one-point-five of their capital ships, or ships of equal tonnage, to one of ours."

"I must ask," Jadus said, holding up a hand to stall Grievous' words. The Kaleesh cyborg's head spun sharply to look at him before half-nodding in recognition. "For a scientist, you are rather… familiar with military tactics, both large and small, and your knowledge of our fleet positions is rather excessive." The unasked question hung in the air for a moment before Grievous acknowledged it.

"I had originally intended to apprentice myself to Lord Silthar," He stated, raising an organic hand towards said Lord. "Unfortunately, my accident during the War Games caused a… delay in those, and my entire plan was scrapped when Lord Acharon… claimed me for his experiments." He looked at his robotic hands while Silthar shifted in his seat, thinking that it might have been his death that brought Grievous to the table and not Acharon's. "Obviously, I have not lost my fascination with strategies, and have kept tabs on the fleets' movements. I believe my estimations to be approximately correct, are they not?" His question was directed to Marr, who sat on his right.

"I'm happy to say that they were quite far off the mark, actually." Marr said with a wide grin. "The fleets around Pandora are, in fact, four times stronger than you estimated, though that information cannot leave this chamber except by Revan's, Jadus', or my own hands. Pandora's true strength shall remain secret until either it or Lehon itself come under fire."

Grievous released his clenched, organic hand and chuckled, a hollow, metallic chuckle. "Ingenious, to hide the true strength of the Empire out of sight, in the shadows, yet acknowledge the existence of only a small portion of it, enough to satisfy the curious, but not enough to show its true strength."

"Yes, and that is the way it shall stay." Jadus said.

"However, your plan has merit and should be followed, but only your original number of ten fleets shall be removed from Pandora for the monitoring of the surrounding systems." Silthar said, moving along the meeting. "The rest of the ships can come from the Star Forge, while the listening posts can be constructed at the new shipyards in the Nautolans' system. New Anselm, I believe."

"I would like one of Deep Thought's 'Basestars' built there as well," Marr chimed in, pressing the palms of his hands together in thought. "We need to understand what the maximum capacity for the shipyards is before we open them for public use."

"It can also introduce the public to our new capital ships as well, in case we need to show Pandora's fleets." Jadus nodded along.

"And increasing the monitored systems per fleet from four to five can cut down the time required for construction from a few months to a few weeks." Silthar completed.

"Then we are in agreement," Revan said, grinning wide behind his mask. "Our surrounding systems shall be secured in three weeks and we move to assist the Council races in four. Canderous, will your preparations be complete by then?"

"The standing army will be enough, but I'll have the reserves' training frequency doubled in case they're needed." Canderous said, "I'll lead the army myself."

"Then our plans are set, the assaulting fleets shall leave from this system in four weeks." Revan declared. "Silthar, I'll trust you can complete your strategies by then." At the nods from the relevant Lords, Revan dismissed his Council.

Turian colony world Gothis

The Turian operating the sensor array aboard the Gothic Might immediately flagged his superior when the previously unused Gate began to spin up. The captain of the ship, and fleet commander, Maxilius Melnus immediately ordered the fleet to red alert. Immediately, weapons began to power up while shields charged to combat status. By the time whatever it was made it through the Gate, an additional fifteen wings of fighters would join the three already on rotation.

When the first ship appeared, it raised some eyebrows, and some questions.

Looking completely unlike any other Turian vessel, the 125-meter frigate-class vessel almost began burning away from the Gate, completely disregarding the fleet it would soon come in range of. Maxilius nodded to communications to open a channel.

"Unidentified craft, this is the Gothic Might, flagship of the Gothis Defense Fleet. State your name and purpose in this sector."

The crew waited tensely for a full thirty seconds before the commander ordered fighters to get behind it and disable its engines. However, as they began to close to within five thousand kilometers, the vessel sent a reply, though its message made no sense.

"Sir, the message is in another language. It is possible it is a code of some kind, but doubtful."

"Send it to me."

The message played from his OmniTool, a light, staccato voice spoke nonsense, though it was obviously a message of some kind. It spoke with many pauses, and seemed to speak in sharp, pointed fragments.

"I want all fighters to form a path in front of that vessel, direct it to three thousand meters in front of the Gothic Might, in line of our main cannon. If it alters path, disable the engines." Almost as an afterthought, the captain added, "and send word to Gothis, we might have first contact."

The fighters responded immediately upon hearing the command, each wing forming a pentagon one hundred meters in front of the next, with the last wing three hundred meters in front of the alien frigate. Luckily, its captain seemed to understand and altered course to follow the fighters to the designated spot. It stopped and floated quietly before both ships' communication systems began sending information with a vengeance, gigabytes of data passed between ships every second, trying to understand the others' language.

"Sir, the Gate is activating again." Came the call from sensors.

"Progress on language?"

"It's a decent enough start. Another hour or so and we should have enough to start real communications." Comms replied.

Captain Melnus considered his options. They had made no move to power weapons, but had rotated their ship to point parallel to his own, their bow towards the Gate.

"The unknown poses no threat currently, focus on what comes through the Gate."

What came through, however, was something from out of his worst nightmares. A mere four ships emerged that outclassed his entire line of eight frigates and three cruisers. They formed a Y shape, with two identical 600-meter ships at the front, an 800-meter ship at the back, and a 1,000-meter dreadnaught in the middle. Upon exiting the Gate, the two ships in the middle and the back began to dump fighters into the void like they were abandoning ship. Finally, the ships began to slow and stop when they were a mere thousand kilometers out from the line. More than a hundred and fifty fighters filled the space between the two front cruisers, with what looked like heavier fighters, bombers he assumed, launching from the rear-most ship.

Once more, Maxilius sent out his message to identify and once more a message was sent back that lacked any Turian words. However, this time the new ships seemed to be communicating with the older ship. They were on an open channel, but their words still made no sense.

"Comms, make doubly sure you're recording everything they're saying. We'll need to know what they're talking about later." Maxilius ordered, receiving the acknowledgement from comms before moving on. "And order the others to prepare weapons, but don't power them. I want our weapon systems as surprising as possible."

The two parties stopped communicating, however, and the fighters began to streak towards the first ship, which began to throw up shields and power weapons. However, it was obviously outclassed by the two forward ships, which began to unleash their weaponry almost instantaneously.

"Sir, they've begun to engage each other and- Spirits, they have energy weapons!" The ensign at the Sensors station was beginning to panic, and it showed. No Turian force had managed to successfully field an energy weapon before, and to fit even one functioning frigate with even the cheapest prototypes would take a budget far beyond any single faction's capabilities. Maxilius responded quickly.

"Helm, hold our position. I want all weapons powered up, and fighters fall back to the 1k mark. Anything crossing 1.5k gets blown to dust."

However, the pilots in the fighters were obviously well trained, as they streaked close to the frigate, laser blasts concentrating on specific areas where what appeared to be laser point-defense turrets, similar to the ones used by the Hierarchy, were firing back and destroying dozens of fighters. Ultimately, the fighters proved too much, and the last of the point-defense turrets were destroyed as the bombers came into range, unleashing bright blue balls of energy at the frigate, exploding into lightning bolts upon contact.

"Sir, the frigate is no longer receiving or transmitting data. All major power signatures are gone." Comms was really not holding it together well, the fear obvious in his voice.

"Hold steady, see if-"

"Sir, the shots from the forward cruisers are impacting now. No effect." More blue balls of energy were impacting the ship, sparkling apart in the same fashion as the bombers', but not causing any more damage to the ship. In fact, the only way to tell the ship was damaged was by the scorch marks cause by the fighters and the occasional spark that hopped across the hull.

"Sir, incoming hail from the dreadnaught. It's speaking in Turian, sir."

"Of course it is." He muttered. "Patch it through."

The expressionless face of a mask appeared on his Omni-Tool, however he quickly learned that it was not, in fact, a mask.

"Greetings, Commander, I am PX-72, Protocol droid for the Sith Basestar Hive. You may call me Pax. We apologize for this unseemly introduction, but not fortunately the ship you see before you is carrying spies, and it is this group of ships' responsibility to bring them in for a trial. We will collect them and be on our way shortly. However, should you be interested in opening diplomatic channels with the Sith Empire, you can petition one of the Sith Lords in the Lehon system. Please avoid bringing more than three ships, as heavily armed groups tend to attract hostile responses from the Lords. That is all, and please have a nice day."

Coordinates appeared on his Omni-Tool to replace the sight of the droid, which had spoken so rapidly and succinctly, in near flawless Turian, that Commander Maxilius was reminded of the politicians back on Palaven. And the droid had cut off the connection so quickly that he had been unable to get a word in edgewise. And against the sheer overkill he had just witnessed, he knew his fleet, though more numerous, would get slaughtered.

As the two cruisers at the front approached and began to pull the frigate with tractor beams – 'Tractor beams!' he thought incredulously – to the 800-meter carrier which promptly swallowed it whole, all he could do was order Comms to send word to Palaven and the other rebels. This civil war needed to end. Now.

Codex:

The Dark Council of the Sith Empire.

Twelve sentients sit on the Council, each responsible for one sphere of influence in ruling the Empire. In addition, each has a planet or system which they mold to their purpose, though whether the inhabitants are aware or not is dependent on the Sith Lord who has laid the claim.

Ancient Knowledge – Lord Zavakon

Biotic Science – Lord Acharon Grievous

Defense of the Empire – Lord Marr

Expansion and Diplomacy – Lord Jyggalag

Imperial Intelligence – Lord Jadus

Laws and Justice – Lord Mortis

Military Offense – Te Taylir Mand'alor

Military Strategy – Lord Silthar

Mysteries – Lord Nox

Production and Logistics – Lord Vowrawn

Sith Philosophy – Lord Aruk

Technology – Lord Malgus

Basestars:

Use in Combat – Intended to replace the Harrower as the carrier of the Droid Army, Basestars were created by Deep Thought during its initial R&D phase and are incapable of carrying organic life outside of their cargo holds. At 1,000 meters long, the Basestar is capable of deploying all 62 fighter squadrons and 13 bomber squadrons within minutes, and features over 200 independently-firing concussion missile launchers, 25 heavy turbolaser batteries, and 500 point-defense turrets. While equally capable as any other kilometer-long ship, assuming it keeps its fighter complement, the Basestar focuses on battlefield control, often filling spaces with missiles and heavy turbolaser shots to force fighters and dreadnaughts alike into or away from certain areas. Basestars can also be linked to other Basestars to drastically improve battlefield awareness as well as accuracy. However, should even one Basestar be suddenly destroyed while linked to the others, the electronic backlash can reset entire systems on other Basestars, from engines to shields to weapons. It carries over 10,000 droid infantry and hundreds of vehicles ranging from speeders to heavy walkers.

Vulture Droids:

Created by Deep Thought, the Variable Geometry Self-Propelled Droid Mk 1 is a fully autonomous fighter designed to be attached to the outside of a Basestar rather than needing to be stored within. While each fighter can be fully autonomous, in space combat that option is usually overridden and the fighters are instead linked directly to their home Basestar, which drastically improves overall fighter usefulness. However, should the home Basestar be destroyed, all fighters linked to it will fly erratically until linked to another Basestar, a process that takes several minutes.

In planetary battles, however, the Vulture, in addition to being autonomous, can land and assume a walker form. Balancing on its four "wings," the Vulture can move and fire down into enemy trenches, but is still vulnerable to anything heavier than light weaponry.

Hyena Droids:

The Variable Geometry Self-Propelled Droid Mk II functions primarily as a bomber, and was originally merely a field-modified Mk I until its adoption by Imperial Weaponry Inc. Equipped with only a proton-torpedo launcher, Hyenas lack any ship-to-ship combat abilities and must be protected by fighters, usually Vulture Droids.

Hyenas also have a walker form; however, they focus on long-range support rather than direct firefights. The Hyena's four "wings" dig into the ground for stabilization while the proton torpedo launcher folds out into long-range artillery.

A/N: So, who remembers when I planned to write a chapter a week or some lie like that... oops?