"Council forces have successfully landed on Noveria following Operation Meteorfall earlier today. Thousands of CryNet Inquisitors and Turian Shock troops managed to secure a beachhead against the ceph in an extremely successful orbital drop. The ceph were caught unprepared for the action allowing the highly trained drop forces to clear out ceph installations allowing for the invasion force to land much closer to the overall target of Peak 15 than what would otherwise be possible. Our frontline reporters indicate that ceph forces have been forced back by the valiant actions of our troops out there in the field. Our thoughts are with our troops on Noveria here at Citadel NewsNet, may you all come home safely."

"Phantom Wraith here to see you, General."

"Send him in, Corporal."

"Yes, ma'am." The guard gave me a quick nod and stepped aside granting me access into the prefab command center.

"Operative Wraith. You and your phantoms saved quite a few of my men today." General Velirian walked over to greet me with her hand extended.

I shook her hand without hesitation, giving her a firm shake, making sure that I didn't accidentally crush her fingers in my grip. "Just doing what we need to, General. We weren't expecting the ceph to be that ready for us though."

"I don't think anyone was. We've increased security and implemented additional encryption just in case your suspicions are accurate."

"Good precautions to take. How go the preparations for the push north?"

"Smoothly." She answered, stepping back to the table, above which was displayed a holographic map that displayed the surrounding environs. "More troops are landing every hour. We're still clearing the area of ceph to allow the engineers to establish the fortifications, but I expect that we'll be ready to begin the push when the armor lands in a few hours. Unfortunately, I don't have a good accurate idea of ceph troop strengths up north, they're jamming the fleet's sensors, preventing detailed scans. I need scouts to move north and place scanners to get me access to the intel I need."

"You want the phantoms to place them," I stated.

"Correct." General Velirian nodded, "they are primarily passive sensors that relay their data via tightbeam bands. It should allow them to remain undetected by the ceph for as long as possible. I've sent you the information packet on their operation and any considerations that you will need to take into account for their placing."

I gave her a quick nod. "We'll get it done."

"Excellent. Now, as this operation is currently under my command, it will proceed using Hierarchy Doctrine. I trust that that will not be an issue?"

"Certainly not. You will find that we will have few problems adjusting. Phantoms excel at completing difficult missions."

"Good. Because you will be receiving many of those over the course of this campaign. You will be acting as advanced strike units, hitting at targets of opportunity behind enemy lines. Additionally you may wish to warn the rest of your compatriots that if the need arises I will task you around the clock. Sleep may end up being something that you will be receiving in extremely short supply."

I nodded "Not to worry general, we have already prepared ourselves for that. We know full well that we may end up getting little to no sleep over the campaign, and have set up accordingly. You did an excellent job preparing your men, they seem to be extremely well prepared for what they are facing. I expect that if this continues on as it is now, we will be finished here by the new year. "

"If things continue going as well as they are. If there's one thing I know, it's that things rarely stay that way for long. I've granted you full access to our armories. I know that CryNet equips you lot with the best equipment available, but you may find something of value in our stock."

"Thank you, General. That is extremely appreciated. Is there anything else that you would like to discuss ma'am?"

"No, you're dismissed, Phantom. Brief your teams and inform me when you're heading out."

Alcatraz grunted in surprise as he fell, his right leg sinking through the ice below him with a loud crack. Typical, he thought. Of his entire team, he was the one to break through the ice. Leavenworth would never let him forget this. Damned salarian never gave up a chance to rib him.

He froze, waiting to see if the ice would support the rest of his weight and a moment later his radio crackled to life "Alcatraz, you alright?"

"Stay back!" He risked the slight twist necessary to look back towards Chino. "I don't know how much weight this ice can take. Stand back," He warned, giving the rest of his team a moment's warning before with a loud roar his jetpack engaged, propelling him upwards out of the hole in the ice and back towards solid ground. During the preparations for the return to Noveria, CryNet had augmented all Inquisitors that were participating in the engagement with Jetpacks. The overall weight of the GHOST armor meant that they weren't particularly fast or mobile in the air, indeed it usually made Alcatraz feel like a brick that someone had strapped rockets to, but he couldn't argue that having the extra mobility was worth it. It did make traversing difficult terrain that much easier. Besides he thought There was definitely something terrifying about a heavily armed brick, weighing about two tons, rocketing towards you.

A turian sergeant stepped up beside Alcatraz. "You alright?"

Alcatraz nodded, "Yeah I'm fine. Ice wasn't able to hold my weight apparently." He added unnecessarily. "I think my team may have to go around it."

The sergeant nodded, glancing back towards his squad that had settled down a little ways back. "Albatius, check the ice, the earthquakes may have weakened it. Make sure it's safe for us to cross. Carefully!" He added as a private jogged forward past the two and began carefully stepping out onto the ice his omni-tool active and scanning.

"We'll regroup with you on the other side," Alcatraz told the squad leader. "It shouldn't take us much longer than an extra ten or fifteen minutes or so."

"Sounds good. We'll-"

"Sergeant Variscus? I've picked up something! Some kind of metal object buried in the ice."

"Have you scanned it for explosives, Private?" Variscus called out.

"Yes, sir. No signs of explosive material. Just very faint energy readings."

"Spirits," Sergeant Variscus cursed softly. "We're going to have to identify this thing before we can continue. Wouldn't want to step on a ceph mine-"

Sergeant Variscus was interrupted by the private who called out, his voice coloring with unease "Uh, sir? I'm getting stronger energy readings. I think it's doing something!"

"Fall back!" Variscus ordered, motioning for Albatius to return as the rest of the Rikers fanned out and raised their weapons in preparation for whatever was to come.

Private Albatius had just taken three steps when, with a shower of ice and blood accompanied by a loud buzzing sound, a metal arrowhead about half a meter length long, burst out of the ice and through Albatius' chest, then without any hesitation darted towards Alcatraz and Variscus. Alcatraz started swinging his rifle around, realizing as he did so that he would never manage to bring it around in time, nor that he would even have a chance of hitting the small object even if he could. It was just too small and too fast. Giving up on bringing his rifle around Alcatraz fell to the side attempting to avoid the dart. The dart apparently wasn't targeting him, instead, it continued on past Alcatraz, giving him a split second to thank his lucky stars when there was a pained gurgle from beside him and Alcatraz realized that Variscus hadn't been so lucky.

"Contact!" The shout came from behind Alcatraz, accompanied by the immediate staccato of gunfire as the soldiers behind him tried to shoot down this new buzzing ceph weapon. Yet Alcatraz's attention was not on the dart behind him, instead, it was on the dozen or so other spikes that had burst out of the ice and snow in front of the platoon which were now bearing down on him like a swarm of angry hornets. He wasn't able to react before the spikes flew overhead. Scrambling to his feet, Alcatraz spun around and raised his weapon to try and shoot one of the things down, when he stumbled forward as something hit him in the back, his shields absorbing most of the blow. A quick glance behind him revealed that a group of ten ceph troopers had also burst out from underneath the ice and were quickly closing the distance between them and the attacking platoon.

Swinging his rifle around, Alcatraz opened up on one of the troopers as he tried backing up. But he was only one man, standing up against ten ceph troopers. He managed to bring one down, then another, and then a third! But he had forgotten about the strange buzzing spikes that were slaughtering his unit behind him. Apparently, he had drawn enough attention from the ceph that one of them had decided to turn around. All that Alcatraz felt was a heavy thump in his lower back and then his right kidney burst into pain as the spike, travelling too slowly for his shields to stop it, tore it's way through his body. His shields fell a moment later and shards of ice started to pepper him, some of them piercing through the weaker parts of his armor to rend through the flesh and bone beneath. Alcatraz blinked his mouth open in a wordless howl of pain as he slowly pitched forward, losing the energy to stand. As the snow rushed up to greet him his last thought was how much ammunition he was giving Leavenworth, he would die to an oversized ceph bee.

"There's another one," Venom said as the ground shook underneath us with the faint tremors of a distant earthquake. "Did we ever get any intel on what's causing them?"

"Tectonic activity triggered by the bombardments is what I've heard." Predator answered.

"Great. Now I have to worry about a volcano erupting beneath our feet, in addition to the ceph trying to murder us all." Scorpion commented.

"I doubt they will trigger a Volcano."

"A massive fissure under my feet then. The point is that I now have to watch out for whatever new things the ceph decide to throw at us, and the ground opening up beneath me. What do you think, Devastator? You're our resident geologist."

"Did you realize that it was new year's eve last night?" Devastator replied, voice coming through after a couple seconds, sounding almost distant and distracted.

I glanced over to my right where I saw the marker indicating the position of Devastator hidden underneath the snow about a hundred and fifty meters away.

"Uh no? I can't say that I did," Mammoth responded from further down the line, clearly taken by surprise by the sudden change of topic.

"It's my son's birthday in ten days." Devastator said, "I have a feeling we're not going to be done in time."

"Ah, shit man. I'm sorry. He'll be six right?" Scorpion asked.

"Yeah. I promised that I'd be there. We were supposed to be done by then." Devastor snorted "Hell it took us a month to get this far. We should have been able to cover this distance in a week."

"I'll tell you what. We'll light a fire under the asses of the ceph. We've almost reached port hanshan. Then we'll continue to steamroll north until we reach the lithoship." Predator said.

"Do you think the Squids even have asses for us to kick?" Mammoth mused.

"They've got to shit from somewhere. We'll kick em there." Devastator responded.

I interrupted them as I cast a quick glance on my map. "Cut the chatter. Target is approaching. Orbital scan is showing that column composition is the same. One hunter, six seekers, six scouts and twenty troopers with five guardians on overwatch. They should be cresting over the ridge there in a moment."

"Copy that. Mammoth, you set?"

"Launcher is loaded and ready Predator. Let's hope that they don't have any buzzers with them."

"Charges are set as well, sir," Devastator answered. "The moment they crest over that hill, they're in the killing zone."

"Good. I've got an artillery barrage timed to land directly when the convoy is in the killing zone."

"First vehicle is cresting." Mammoth cut in quietly as I spotted the dark shapes coming over the ridge, in stark contrast to the pristine white snow. "You would think that they might switch up their color schemes to something less dark, try and blend in a bit."

I slowly rose to one knee, the cloaked JAW resting on my invisible shoulder as I sighted in on a slightly oversized scout, a so-called Seeker that was crawling along on six legs in the fourth position of the convoy.

"You know that our nanosuits are also dark right?" Scorpion asked dryly.

Mammoth snorted in amusement. "Yeah, but we can use active camo and cloak. They can't."

"And thank god for that. Could you imagine if the ceph learned to cloak? That would be a damned pain."

"Clear comms. Convoy is reaching the ambush location. Splash ETA thirty seconds. All phantoms check in." Predator ordered as two timers appeared on my HUD, one counting down until the estimated time of the first shell landing and one counting down until when we were to engage the convoy. They were nearly identical.

"Wraith is set," I said, once the four other members of Firehawk had checked in.

"We are cleared hot, gentlemen. When the timer hits zero you light em up."

I tilted my head slightly to get a better view of my target in the distance as the timers on my HUD counted down to zero. My trigger finger tightened on the trigger, squeezing it ever so gently until finally when the first timer hit zero my cloaking died and a 73mm rocket burst forth from the launcher in my hands. At key points across the valley, behind boulders or from under the snow four similar rockets burst out and streaked towards the ceph convoy. It took just over a second for my rocket to cross the seven hundred meter distance between me and my target where it impacted at exactly the same time as the other rockets. The first charge detonated, melting a hole through the seeker's armor, allowing the remainder of the rocket to penetrate through into the hull of the seeker where the second high explosive charge detonated, shredding vital systems, damaging the power core and killing the ceph piloting the seeker before it even realized the convoy was under attack.

An instant later, the wrath of turian artillery struck, high explosive rounds impacting all along the convoy, shredding the armor of the ceph infantry and damaging weapons, arms and other easily damaged components in addition to sending great plumes of snow into the sky. Interspersed among the unguided shells were two Eveningstar guided anti-armor shells.

Developed by Muraviov-Zaitsev Industries the M1839 Eveningstar is a 170mm guided artillery shell used extensively by the turian military against heavily armored targets. Capable of piercing the armor of all modern tanks, the Eveningstar was the turian's way of dealing with heavy armor and as such were deemed of perfect use against the ceph. While it was considered wasteful to use the shells against ceph seekers and scouts it was deployed against the first hunter that was encountered by the citadel forces. To the astonishment of everyone watching said hunter had actually managed to survive being hit by the eveningstar, merely suffering damage to a single leg. Following that, it had become standard procedure to fire two of the armor-busting artillery shells at every hunter encountered, which was usually enough to fully disable two large ceph walkers. In the cases that the hunter wasn't disabled, it's armor would be weakened to such a point that they would either retreat or be easy prey to smaller anti-armor weapons.

My vision magnified as I watched the cloud of snow that had settled over the ceph convoy after the artillery barrage, searching for any sign of movement that some of the ceph had survived the ambush.

"Anyone see any movement?" Predator asked after a few moments of silence.

"I got nothing."

"Alright. Egress West and head to the RV. We need to link up with Rav-"

"Wait! I got movement coming out of the cloud! It's, oh god!"

"The Hunter is still operational. Barrage did negligible damage." I reported calmly, taking note of the different color scheme this hunter was sporting. Most ceph had the same kind of look to them, dark grey-blue armor with light blue lights running along the edges of armor plates and joints. This Hunter, however, was now gleaming with orange light instead of it's standard blue, and red energy was being projected out from its armor.

"Ah shit. We're going to need bigger guns." While we had encountered other ceph sporting the same orange light that denoted the ceph "elite" units, we had never encountered an orange hunter up until now.

"Good thing we have em. Firehawk to Fearless requesting immediate fire support! Target just shrugged off an entire artillery barrage and two Eveningstars."

"Copy that Firehawk. Acquiring target. ETA Twelve seconds."

"Buzzers incoming!" Venom shouted a warning as a cloud of the spear drones erupted from underneath the armor plates of the hunter and flew towards us like a cloud of angry wasps.

There was an immediate chatter of gunfire as we all began firing indiscriminately into the mass of deadly drones. Buzzers themselves were rather fragile, a single shot was generally enough to bring them down. Their primary defense was not in armor but rather in their speed which made them almost impossible to hit. A phantom was generally able to hit them relatively accurately as our nanosuits increased our reactions and our speeds to such a degree that it made hitting individual Buzzers no longer an impossible task. However, in this case, accuracy and reaction speed was not required as the sheer amount of the drones meant that we just had to aim at the cloud and fire with each of our bullets bound to hit something. Yet we knew that our rifles were not enough to stop the Buzzers before they reached, but we were merely buying time for Mammoth.

Two seconds later, the first Buzzers had put half of the distance between us behind them when with a roar akin to that of a Dragon, Mammoth's Tornado Minigun had reached peak rotation and opened up on the cloud. At 6000 rounds per minute the minigun, when carried and fired by a Phantom, was able to dish out an insane amount of punishment extremely accurately. The power required to handle the recoil and keep the Tornado accurate was immense however, usually completely draining the suit energy of a phantom within ten seconds. Additionally the Tornado chewed through ammo blocks extremely quickly requiring constant maintenance. However usually a single phantom with a Tornado was capable of taking down an entire platoon of infantry, or in this case, completely wreck a cloud of Buzzers. Thinning them out to such a degree that the rest of us could switch to picking off smaller groups or individual drones with grenades and rifle fire before they could reach us.

Just as Mammoths energy reserves went critically low the Hunter that was still crawling its way towards us vanished for a second time as the world went white and the ground rumbled and shook as the Bombardment from the Fearless arrived. Great plumes of snow rising a hundred meters into the sky completely blanked out the horizon accompanied by shards of ice and rock flung skyward. Almost immediately the Buzzers lost control as they no longer received the orders from their control systems, likely contained within the hunter itself. The now uncontrolled Buzzers continued on their last given course. Some hurtling off into the air, others smashing themselves into the ground burrowing deep into the snow and vanishing from our sight.

Then the rain of ice and rock started, stones ranging in size between small pebbles to boulders the size of a person began falling from the sky, the lighter and smaller ones being carried by the wind towards us forcing us to armor up and keep an eye on the sky and dodge any stones that could prove dangerous.

After a couple of minutes of dodging falling debris and no further movement coming out of the cloud thrown up by the bombardment, Devastator spoke up. "I think that thing is definitely dead now."

"Agreed. And I'd rather not stick around much longer. C'mon. Let's get moving. Raven's waiting on us."

"You go on Predator. The prism wants intel." I said looking off at the cloud of snow that obscured the location that the hunter had been.

Predator hesitated "You're going to be on your own. You know that right?"

"I do."

"Out here, without any backup? Friendly forces unable to get to you quickly?" Scorpion asked incredulously. "Raven needs us, we won't be able to hang around nearby."

"O not concern yourself with me Scorpion. Go regroup with Raven." I ordered "I can take care of myself. Besides, better just one of us get lost gathering intel rather than an entire team. Besides I've still got a couple of tricks up my sleeve."

"You're insane." Predator declared, "But Scorpion is right. We need to regroup with Raven."

"Then go. Don't waste any more time. I'll follow as soon as I'm done here. The ceph don't have anything capable of killing me."

"Do any of you know where Blackburn is?"

When he was met with a chorus of no's Mitchell let out a heavy sigh as he sat down joining Niel Matthews, Alexander Corde and Ernesto Reyes in the mess hall.

"Hey Ryan, that bad huh?" Titan team's second in command asked.

"Yeah." Mitchell nodded looking over at Matthews. "Apparently Wraith has gone MIA. He and Firehawk ambushed a convoy a couple of days ago. It had a new kind of hunter that apparently managed to shrug off eveningstar rounds."

The three men around the table whistled. "That's impressive." Corde said after a moment of silence, "Eveningstars do not fuck around."

"There's a reason the turians have what is considered to be the best military in the galaxy, and it's not just their infantry," Corde commented.

"Though their infantry is something else as well," Matthews observed.

"Oh absolutely! Much as I hate to say it, they're far better than alliance marines or CELL grunts. Did you see Murdros' platoon yesterday? Two seekers pop up outta nowhere, flanking them. No panic at all. They reacted perfectly and I think they only lost one or two guys to them. Gotta give props to where they are due." Cord gave a pair of turians walking past their table a friendly nod.

"Oh, definitely. Turian's know what they're doing." Mitchell agreed. "Anyway they managed to bring the orange hunter down with an orbital bombardment, then when they were leaving, Wraith stayed behind. Apparently with orders to investigate the wreck from the prism. He hasn't been seen since. We stopped getting his signal and Hargreave won't say anything about it."

"Huh. You'd think that he'd be doing whatever possible to find out what's going on." Reyes said.

"Oh he's talking a bunch about figuring it out, but the General can't afford to send anything." Mitchell leaned forward. "Now I've never really met Hargreave, or talked to him much, but I heard Director Duncan, may he rest in peace, Director Teems, and a couple of the phantoms including Wraith himself saying that Hargreave wasn't one to give up when he couldn't get his way. He didn't seem to be like how he was described."

Corde tilted his head to the side. "You think that he knows where Wraith is?"

Mitchell lowered his voice. "I think that not only does Hargreave know where he is, but I think that the two of them are doing something that they don't want anyone else to know about. That's why I wanted to know where Blackburn is."

"You want her to try to find out," Reyes stated.

"Are you sure that you're not just grasping at straws?" Matthews asked dubiously. "Why would they be doing something that they don't want anyone else to know about?"

Mitchell shrugged "There could be plenty of things that they're up to. I noticed that every now and then Wraith will go off on his own and come back a day later. It's been pissing Lockhart and Velirian off to no end but they can't really do anything about it. Velrian because she knows she can't really stop him and that she needs the phantoms much to her annoyance and Lockhart… Well, Phantoms aren't technically in his chain of command."

"What do the other phantoms think of this?" Mathews asked.

Mitchell shrugged "The only ones that were there were Nova and Firehawk's team lead, Predator. They both seemed worried, but they didn't say much."

"Strange, I would expect Nova to be extremely worried. Maybe she knows something," Corde mused.

Mathews shook his head "You can't see it that way. The phantoms haven't rested since the campaign started. Their suits are probably messing with their emotions."

"Maybe." Mitchell conceded, inclining his head slightly "I don't know enough about the nanosuit to know for sure."

"Atlas!" the Titan team lead looked up to see a group of turians approaching. A smile appeared on his face as he recognized some of them.

"Sergeant Linmus!" Mitchell said, standing and stepping forward to greet the Havoc trooper. "How's the 128th?"

"Still sinking our talons in ceph. How about you? Where have you been deployed?"

"Sector Nine trying to take peak twenty. Squids haven't been making it easy."

"You're telling me. We just got back from an incursion up north with Raven and Firehawk. We managed to get within eyesight of port hanshan before the ceph forced us back to Blacktail section to get settled. They got some new toys to play with. Some kind of plasma cannon. Thing was melting seekers like there's no tomorrow."

"You mean the PAX?" Mitchell asked "Yeah, I heard about that. Makes you want to join up huh?"

Linmus chuckled shaking his head. "Fancy toys aren't nearly enough to pull me away, Mitchell."

"A pity. We could use more soldiers like you."

"Why do you think the hierarchy is keen on keeping me?" Linmus flashed the Inquisitor a grin before his expression became somber "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but Wraith is MIA. He was supposed to be with Firehawk and meet up with us for our recon trip, but he never showed up. Then the phantoms reported that he went MIA."

Mitchell sighed sitting back down with a heavy thump. "Yeah, I heard. I was called into a briefing about it. What was the initial reaction of the phantoms?"

"Seemed to be fairly normal. I don't know for certain, I was scouting at the time. I only heard when I got back to our camp. They seemed pretty worried or angry, I'm not sure. I have a hard time reading regular human emotions as it is. Trying to understand phantoms is something else entirely."

Mitchell nodded in agreement "Especially if they don't want you to know what they're thinking. Then you have no chance in hell, not without getting them out of their suits at any rate."

"At least he's only MIA though," Linmus murmured. "Means there's a chance that he's still alive."

Mitchell hesitated for a moment regardless of his own personal opinions on Wraith's actions, Mitchell knew that to tell Linmus his theories would be to invite drive an unneeded wedge between CryNet and the turians. "If I know Wraith and I like to think that I do, I'm sure that he'll turn up at some point just fine. I need to tell you about what what happened when the ceph first woke up and how we managed to escape."

Linmus turned to look at the inquisitor with renewed interest. "That was Titan? I heard that Commander Shepard came to rescue you."

Mitchell felt a slight twinge of sorrow as he launched into the story of how they had been sent to noveria to investigate a possible breach in the CryNet accords only to stumble directly onto a newly awoken ceph hive and their subsequent rescue by the Spectre and attached phantom.

Accessing CryNet Intelligence Database…

-Turian Hierarchy-

-Turian Armed Forces-

-Weapons, Armor and Equipment-

-M1839 Eveningstar-

Developed by Muraviov-Zaitsev Industries the M1839 Eveningstar is a 170mm guided artillery shell used extensively by the turian military against heavily armored targets. Extremely accurate and capable of piercing the armor of all modern tanks, the Eveningstar was the turian's way of dealing with heavy armor and as such were deemed of perfect use against the ceph. While it was considered wasteful to use the shells against ceph seekers and scouts it was deployed against the first hunter that was encountered by citadel forces. To the astonishment of everyone watching the hunter had actually managed to survive a direct hit by the eveningstar, merely suffering damage to a single leg. Following that, it had become standard procedure to fire two of the armor-busting artillery shells at every hunter encountered, which was usually enough to fully disable two large ceph walkers. In the cases that the hunter wasn't disabled, it's armor would be weakened to such a point that they would either retreat or be easy prey to smaller anti-armor weapons.

-Charybdis remnants-

-Combat Units-

-Buzzers-

First encountered during the retaking of Noveria in 2184, the Ceph drone designated as a "Buzzer" is a 47.3 centimeter long spike equipped with a powerful thruster. Often likened to a self flying arrow, a Buzzer will ram itself at high speeds at its targets, and is capable of piercing through most infantry armor, killing or maiming the wearer within. Despite it's high speeds the Buzzer is extremely maneuverable and is able to dart between many targets in rapid succession. Experience has proven that the buzzers are even able to take advantage of weaknesses in vehicle armor to target the crew within.

While buzzers only have enough power for a minute of sustained operation, they are more than capable of decimating large amounts of infantry on their own if left unchecked. On it's own a single buzzer is easily capable of wiping out multiple squads of infantry, however they are almost never deployed on their own. Most buzzer encounters have been in groups ranging from smaller groups to massive clouds consisting of hundreds of buzzers, capable of wiping out entire companies.

Buzzer's have proven to be extremely fragile to gunfire yet the buzzer's speed and maneuverability makes hitting an individual buzzer without nanosuit enhanced reflexes next to impossible. In response to encountering the buzzers on Noveria, turian General Velirian ordered the deployment of GUARDIAN laser defense turrets, that quickly proved themselves capable of targeting the small fast moving drones and destroying them.

When encountered in the field respond with area of effect weaponry. Explosives, extremely high rates of accurate fire, flame and electrical attacks have proven to be extremely effective. Buzzers are often found buried in the ground, acting much like proximity mines. During firefights, Buzzers have been seen accompanying ceph vehicles, making these units far more dangerous to infantry. Extreme caution must be taken when dealing with buzzers, preferably always ensuring that any encounter with the drones is within the safe envelope of a GUARDIAN turret.

A/N: So you will probably notice that neither the Seekers, nor the Buzzers ever showed up in Crysis canon. I quickly realized that I wanted some additional units for the ceph during the noveria arc and took some fairly heavy inspiration from the Scrin in C&C. I really love C&C and I'd noticed a few interesting similarities between the ceph and the scrin in terms of unit design, that would fit, maybe with minor changes. Thus the buzzers.

Anyway let me know of what you thought of the two CryNet Database entries that I added at the end there, I think that I will continue to add them whenever I add something new into the universe.

Well that's it from me for now, huge thanks of course to my beta, Shadowangel32, for her continued excellent work and as always, if you have any feedback, please don't hesitate to leave a review or send a PM.

~LEGION