Let's just say it's not fun to be a Turian in this fic.
- To begin, we have the conventional war on Shanxi. While the Turians are on the receiving end of a Curb-Stomp Battle from the very beginning, it gets worse once the higher ups get reports of several of the human Humongous Mecha literally eating their troops.
- Later we get to see Tagers preforming boarding action against the Turian vessels in sort of a eldritch rehashing of Alien. It doesn't help the Tager symbiotes give their hosts a sadistic bloodlust.
- And then comes the night offensive on Shanxi:
- Once the war begins in earnest (all the above stuff was just "the Relay 314 Incident") the human perspective almost disappears. Up until this point, the human portions, for lack of a better term, humanized the story, and kept it a little less horrific. Now, combined with the Turian Hierarchy firing shots in the dark and the more experienced and reasonable officers responsible for the surrender at Shanxi Reassigned to Antarctica, things are going to get even more bloody.
- The war proves to be so horrific that any Turian who's spent time fighting humanity insists that the ones who die are the lucky ones, especially those that die quickly. The ones that survive aren't nearly so fortunate.
- Adrien, a newbie to the fight against humanity, is left aghast and horrified when he watches three veteran soldiers nonchalantly spread a dead Turian's guts all over their armor to mask their smell.
- After Adrien's first major battle against humanity, one of the Tager's appears in his quarters in the middle of the night with intent to kill him and does kill several other soldiers before leaving. It's later revealed that dozens of other soldiers were killed the same way.