Having come so close to death, many married and started new families as soon as possible. For many, it brought about a newfound appreciation of life. The Reaper War changed everyone it touched, some for the better, others for the worst. When the mass relay network was finally restored in 2188, everyone was anxious to return home, and immediately set out to do so. Although not native to the planet, the krogan were treated as brothers-in-arms, and experienced no shortage of food or shelter over the year they spent stranded on the turian homeworld. In spite of great uncertainty as to the fate of loved ones, turian and krogan alike worked towards rebuilding Palaven to the best of their abilities. With transportation kicked back to pre-mass relay FTL travel, friends and family were separated by vast distances. When the dust finally settled and the war ended, everyone picked up the pieces the best they were able to try to rebuild what had been lost. Lives were destroyed in more ways than one everyone lost friends, comrades, loved ones. Official estimates of the death toll on Palaven alone range from 1.3 billion to 1.7 billion one out of every four persons on the planet perished. The men and women who fought for Palaven in its greatest moment of need numbered in the billions, from every turian and krogan in active service, to those who fought in the resistance, to the many who answered the Hierarchy’s call for aid. It can be found on its original home at SpaceBattles, FanFiction.Net, and Archive of Our Own.

This was part three of a fanfic I wrote not terribly long after Mass Effect 3 was released, inspired by Band of Brothers and Black Hawk Down.

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