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Once upon a time there was a beautiful little girl who had everything she ever wanted. She had a house, a family, love, and safety.
Then one day it was all taken from her.
A group of aliens called Batarians raided her small colony and destroyed her peaceful life. They burned and killed their way across it all. Human soldiers came to stop them but it was too late.
Only the girl remained, kneeling in a field of ash.
Years later the girl joined the soldiers, determined to end the Batarian threat forever. She tracked their base to a moon called Torfin where she led a group of human soldiers against the batarian menace.
When she was done she lost ¾ of her human squad, but no batarians remained. She destroyed them as they had destroyed her. She was given a nickname for her cruel deeds.
The Butcher.
The humans, upset at all aliens for what the Batarians did, called for war with the other species in the galaxy. The galactic council, afraid of the new humans and their military might, agreed to the war and sent their best defenders to take care of the humans.
The turians were called in.
For several years the turians and the humans battled. Many losses were accrued on both sides. One turian soldier distinguished himself as a formidable opponent. Wherever he went humans died. So the humans gave him a nickname as well.
Archangel.
The humans had their Butcher and the turians, their Archangel. Never once did the two clash. Many were not sure who would rise victorious if they ever were to meet.