On the Arcadia surface, near Mining Station Iris, flashes of purpose energy flashed constantly. As the flashes appeared over husks, cannibals and any other monstrosity created by the Reapers were torn to shreds without any indication as to what was slashing them. Only those with quickly senses would see the partial of a blade emerging from the warp and retreating back again once it tasted the blood of its victim. 

Within minutes an entire strike force was eliminated. As the dust settled, the assailants made their debut. Five Slayer-Vanguards, all in their N7 Armour specially created to complement their abilities. They watched the horizon as the Reaper in the distance hopelessly searched for whatever it was looking for.

“Sir, we should get moving.” One of the lighter framed soldiers said, his voice stern.
The one with the red chest piece turned to him and simply nodded in agreement, his facial expression hidden by the helmet that he wore.

They began to head further into the camp, slaying anything that stood in their way, that was what they were trained to do. That’s when the radio broadcast came in.

[color=0072bc]“If you two are bloody done with your little chit chat, would you kindly help? The Reaper has probably already locked onto both our signals now. But he seems too preoccupied by whatever its looking for. If you have firepower I think you should bring it down, we need to blow this door down and find whatever its looking for before it does.”[/color]