So basically Eezo here is fossilized biological remains from meteterrestrial who lived in the Terminus Obscure . I like the similitude with oil who are the remains hypercompresseed of dead animals and plants .
Preterhuman (Mass Effect Fanfic)
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- In the Space between Spaces
Slight correction... Is infraterrestrial.
But yes. Its essentially.... Magic space oil. Oh god that is such a good comparison.
Yep hey i was wondering since that it require a few decades ( since it was said that they travel more than a few decades ) from Milk Way to NGC 4945 . I was wondering just how fast they are . Does they have another types of FTL since it was said they still use Alcubierre ?
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The laymens term always helps smart people to tell not so smart people what it does, without telling them what it does.
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- In the Space between Spaces
Point to Forwards FTL Drives.
They have Alcubierre Drive. Slow, but efficient for long range jumps. Average of 15 ly/day
Phasespace Drive. Fast and reliable. But not very good for long range travel. Average 35ly/day
Empyreal Dive is a good all rounded. Average 25ly/day has a side effect of time dilation
Deep Empyreal Dive is extremely long range but no one knows how fast it trully is as time inside the Void of Dreams follows its own rules.
Point to point FTL
Wormhole Drives. Good for 100ly ranges. Beyond that size-energy constraints limit the size and stability of the openings. Also its cheap to produce the gates.
Deep Gates. Massive construction projects but have not been observed to posess any actual limit to range. Multiple gates can be linked with one and each other creating a vast high speed network that can rival the mass relays themselves.
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Eezonian Drive. Average 15ly/day only slightly slower than protheans who have a 20ly/day speed.
Mass Relay: WIP.
Edit: When i say average speed it leans towards cruising speed. If there is some urgency or military technology then it is faster. Many times the speed is doubled... As is range. Empyreal Drives may go well over four times their speed and range since preters are very skilled at navigating the Empyrean.
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So basically in terms of FTL they are not that fast . WOW so does that means they have travel hundred of years ( in real time space ) and in decades ( to their perspective , wow ) You know from my point of view , this fic would look like the Incompatible system where humans are developped a tecnological developpment completly aliens to the Citadel Council .
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- he/him
So what is humanity trying to do here? Is this like a parasite they unleashed to spread across minds and consume souls? Or is this just the Prometheans messing with something they should not mess with?
Both they are unleashed some kind of pawn trying to told honestly protheans to not fucked up and the protheans are still trying to delve into something they're are not ready to deal with .
Chapter 2.4
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- In the Space between Spaces
Chapter 2.4
It only took a split second for everything to descend into absolute chaos.
Shrieks of terror and alarm echoed throughout the chamber as everyone realized what just had transpired and not a second later the dead body of one of the researchers fell to the hard floor with a loud thud.
Ibrimeth reacted in an instant and covered himself in a mass effect field as did everyone else with a modicum of combat training.
One of the wardens was smiling placidly as his hand aimed down a gun at his next victim.
Not if Ibrimeth can say something about it. Using his biotics he unleashed a distortion pull on the prothean, forcing him off balance and open to a subsequent attack. But the attacker was just as skilled with biotics and used his own field to follow the pull and do an acrobatic manoeuvre that allowed him to negate the pull and regain his balance in under an eye blink.
However, he was till one against five other practitioners of the Channelling.
Another prothean made use of a powerful push while another one used pull, each in opposing directions. The disorientation was brief and allowed the traitor to fire off his weapon a few more times, but the task was done and he was hit afterwards by a stasis blast and it had him frozen in time. A single second later another prothean drew his own firearm and aimed at the man's arms and legs, aiming for incapacitation for later questioning.
A gunshot, but it did not come from him.
Instead of his gun Artadas MAP-3 pistol firing, a hole appeared right through his head as a pellet flew through his cranium.
It was when Ibrimeth turned to see not one, but three different firearms aimed at the wardens and himself. And with the small distraction provided by the new traitors the stasis field dissipated and returned to the attack.
Now they were matched. Four against four and the enemy had the advantage of surprise. A surprise they capitalized on by firing several volleys against Ibrimeth and the rest of the wardens.
He and the defenders were quick to raise a Wall to stop the gunfire, but the prothean traitor in their midts complicated things. He had taken the opportunity to unleash a Sundering Warp and had ibrimeth and the others deal with the resulting explosion of warpfire in their place. Ibrimeth reacted fast enough to raise another wall against the explosion, just in the nick of time. But such was its potency that it managed to peel off the skin on the tip of his hands when he raised his hands to invoke the power.
Unfortunately the others were not so fast and two of them suffered crippling burns. Ibrimeth swore under his breath and decided that enough had become enough.
With his still bleeding hand he gripped something from his puches and threw it at the three traitors. The three reacted with haste and tried to use a biotic push to throw what it most likely was a grenade. They were right. It was a grenade.
Too bad for them that this thing was no ordinary one.
Just as the biotic field made contact with the spherical device it flared with a biotic corona and whatever invocation the traitors were about to enact was rendered useless.
They did not react fast enough to the unexpected new development and the grenade bounced on the floor just where they were standing.
Ibrimeth enjoyed for a single split second the look on their faces, then everything shook when a singularity swallowed the traitors and then exploded in a shower of gore and blood. The gravitational wave caused managed to create tremors across the whole station and sent him and everyone else flying.
But Ibrimeth was a pratictioner of the Channeling and managed to recover quickly enough to draw his pistol and fire at the last remaining traitor several times forcing the man to raise a Wall to defend himself. And opportunity that Ibrimeth took and flew straight at him with a Charge. Closing the distance in an instant Ibrimeth closed his bleeding hands into biotic enhanced fists and in a strike far too fast for the traitor to counter, Ibrimeth struck him on the head and split his skull open like a overripe fruit being hit by a hammer, painting an entire wall in blood and viscera.
The enemies defeated and earning the prothean a brief moment, he took on the situation he was present with. Ten researchers were dead, two wardens dead and two gravely incapacitated and the last one alive was injured. He himself had his hands burned by the warp fire and needed medical attention quickly. Attention he knew would not be available anytime soon.
He used the Touch and attempted to discern any information he could from the dead traitors, only to find stiff resistance that he could not bypass. Not in any timely manner. He recognized these the resistance to the Touch. It was a piece of counterintelligence biotechnology originally developed by the Rachnii and perfected by the Thrass Nien.
How was it possible that these traitors acquired such technology? Regardless that meant he had an idea who may be behind it all. Having the Witch unleashed through the Empire would cause further stress on trying to locate her. An opportunity that could be capitalized by the Coalition and finally manage to strike a decisive blow against the Prothean Realm.
This was a serious threat that needed to be eliminated and soon.
Ibrimeth focused his mind and connected to the systems through the Touch and made an emergency call to the fleet surrounding the station.
+Ibrimeth Solteran, Section 205, Special Operations. We have multiple intruders in station. Requesting immediate emergency intervention. Prepare for Contingency 45. Respond.+
As the time after the message went on, Ibrimeth had a horrible sensation that something was horribly wrong.
So the traitors had shut down the Transmission system. No! They had most likely hijacked it as Ibrimeth and every other person here was equipped with a Dead Man's Switch in the event of a compromise of security. If anyone were to die it would have been a straight order to the fleet to open fire if there was no reply for more than three minutes on the situation on board.
In other words, the signal his Switch was transmitting was being blocked and a forged one sent in its place to the fleet.
"You!" Ibrimeth shouted at one of the seven still surviving researchers. One which the Touch informed was the chief of communications. "The dead man switch transmissions are being jammed. Get in contact with the fleet outside. Now!" The woman quickly nodded and went to the communications panel.
Ibrimeth took that chance to inspect the integrity of the glass and sighed in relief that it still held strong. Good. Athame was still contained. But if no one kept the doors shut and secured then a breach was eminent.
"You there." Ibrimeth now turned to the injured warden. "Can you fight still?" The man nodded and stood, creating a biotic flare, despite his badly burned arm. "Good." Ibrimeth expanded his sense of the Touch and made a mental handshake with the warden.
Name, age, skill, profession, all was interchanged in a brief instant. Now both knew everything they needed from each other.
Ibrimeth turned to the researcher who was still furiously tapping on the controls and sent a mental inquiry. "Sir, the signal is not being blocked."
Utter silence. "What?"
"The signal is getting through! It isn't being blocked." She repeated, her tone one of distress.
"What does that mean?" Doner, the warden with the burnt arm demanded.
"That the fleet is also compromised." Ibrimeth answered with cold realization. Turning to the other prothean. "This was a coordinated attack and they had not only managed to infiltrate us, but the fleet as well."
"But… how?!" Doner demanded. Confusion and shock clear in his voice.
Ibrimeth merely turned to the witch in observation, looking down at her from his vantage point. Her eyes were still full of reverence and awe as were all of her copies. She hadn't moved a single unit from where she was before this all started, and neither did the others in the chamber. "I don't know." He turned back to the warden. "But you can bet a thousand credits its connected to her. The traitors used technology from the Coalition, so they may be attempting to unleash a veritable Dranan in a glass store. The Dranan being the Witch and the store being our empire."
"What do we do now?" One of the other researchers asked.
"The fleet may have traitorous elements within, but had they already been compromised then that would mean we would have been invaded. That means we may have a window of opportunity to salvage this." He turned to Doner. "They want her, so we will deny the witch to her supposed rescuers. Let's get to work and destroy this station."
"Yes sir!" They all reaffirmed.
"Engineering is three levels down. Do you think that there are more traitors down there?" The communications head asked and to her reply, several gunshots were heard from beneath.
"I guess that's a yes then."
It only took a split second for everything to descend into absolute chaos.
Shrieks of terror and alarm echoed throughout the chamber as everyone realized what just had transpired and not a second later the dead body of one of the researchers fell to the hard floor with a loud thud.
Ibrimeth reacted in an instant and covered himself in a mass effect field as did everyone else with a modicum of combat training.
One of the wardens was smiling placidly as his hand aimed down a gun at his next victim.
Not if Ibrimeth can say something about it. Using his biotics he unleashed a distortion pull on the prothean, forcing him off balance and open to a subsequent attack. But the attacker was just as skilled with biotics and used his own field to follow the pull and do an acrobatic manoeuvre that allowed him to negate the pull and regain his balance in under an eye blink.
However, he was till one against five other practitioners of the Channelling.
Another prothean made use of a powerful push while another one used pull, each in opposing directions. The disorientation was brief and allowed the traitor to fire off his weapon a few more times, but the task was done and he was hit afterwards by a stasis blast and it had him frozen in time. A single second later another prothean drew his own firearm and aimed at the man's arms and legs, aiming for incapacitation for later questioning.
A gunshot, but it did not come from him.
Instead of his gun Artadas MAP-3 pistol firing, a hole appeared right through his head as a pellet flew through his cranium.
It was when Ibrimeth turned to see not one, but three different firearms aimed at the wardens and himself. And with the small distraction provided by the new traitors the stasis field dissipated and returned to the attack.
Now they were matched. Four against four and the enemy had the advantage of surprise. A surprise they capitalized on by firing several volleys against Ibrimeth and the rest of the wardens.
He and the defenders were quick to raise a Wall to stop the gunfire, but the prothean traitor in their midts complicated things. He had taken the opportunity to unleash a Sundering Warp and had ibrimeth and the others deal with the resulting explosion of warpfire in their place. Ibrimeth reacted fast enough to raise another wall against the explosion, just in the nick of time. But such was its potency that it managed to peel off the skin on the tip of his hands when he raised his hands to invoke the power.
Unfortunately the others were not so fast and two of them suffered crippling burns. Ibrimeth swore under his breath and decided that enough had become enough.
With his still bleeding hand he gripped something from his puches and threw it at the three traitors. The three reacted with haste and tried to use a biotic push to throw what it most likely was a grenade. They were right. It was a grenade.
Too bad for them that this thing was no ordinary one.
Just as the biotic field made contact with the spherical device it flared with a biotic corona and whatever invocation the traitors were about to enact was rendered useless.
They did not react fast enough to the unexpected new development and the grenade bounced on the floor just where they were standing.
Ibrimeth enjoyed for a single split second the look on their faces, then everything shook when a singularity swallowed the traitors and then exploded in a shower of gore and blood. The gravitational wave caused managed to create tremors across the whole station and sent him and everyone else flying.
But Ibrimeth was a pratictioner of the Channeling and managed to recover quickly enough to draw his pistol and fire at the last remaining traitor several times forcing the man to raise a Wall to defend himself. And opportunity that Ibrimeth took and flew straight at him with a Charge. Closing the distance in an instant Ibrimeth closed his bleeding hands into biotic enhanced fists and in a strike far too fast for the traitor to counter, Ibrimeth struck him on the head and split his skull open like a overripe fruit being hit by a hammer, painting an entire wall in blood and viscera.
The enemies defeated and earning the prothean a brief moment, he took on the situation he was present with. Ten researchers were dead, two wardens dead and two gravely incapacitated and the last one alive was injured. He himself had his hands burned by the warp fire and needed medical attention quickly. Attention he knew would not be available anytime soon.
He used the Touch and attempted to discern any information he could from the dead traitors, only to find stiff resistance that he could not bypass. Not in any timely manner. He recognized these the resistance to the Touch. It was a piece of counterintelligence biotechnology originally developed by the Rachnii and perfected by the Thrass Nien.
How was it possible that these traitors acquired such technology? Regardless that meant he had an idea who may be behind it all. Having the Witch unleashed through the Empire would cause further stress on trying to locate her. An opportunity that could be capitalized by the Coalition and finally manage to strike a decisive blow against the Prothean Realm.
This was a serious threat that needed to be eliminated and soon.
Ibrimeth focused his mind and connected to the systems through the Touch and made an emergency call to the fleet surrounding the station.
+Ibrimeth Solteran, Section 205, Special Operations. We have multiple intruders in station. Requesting immediate emergency intervention. Prepare for Contingency 45. Respond.+
As the time after the message went on, Ibrimeth had a horrible sensation that something was horribly wrong.
So the traitors had shut down the Transmission system. No! They had most likely hijacked it as Ibrimeth and every other person here was equipped with a Dead Man's Switch in the event of a compromise of security. If anyone were to die it would have been a straight order to the fleet to open fire if there was no reply for more than three minutes on the situation on board.
In other words, the signal his Switch was transmitting was being blocked and a forged one sent in its place to the fleet.
"You!" Ibrimeth shouted at one of the seven still surviving researchers. One which the Touch informed was the chief of communications. "The dead man switch transmissions are being jammed. Get in contact with the fleet outside. Now!" The woman quickly nodded and went to the communications panel.
Ibrimeth took that chance to inspect the integrity of the glass and sighed in relief that it still held strong. Good. Athame was still contained. But if no one kept the doors shut and secured then a breach was eminent.
"You there." Ibrimeth now turned to the injured warden. "Can you fight still?" The man nodded and stood, creating a biotic flare, despite his badly burned arm. "Good." Ibrimeth expanded his sense of the Touch and made a mental handshake with the warden.
Name, age, skill, profession, all was interchanged in a brief instant. Now both knew everything they needed from each other.
Ibrimeth turned to the researcher who was still furiously tapping on the controls and sent a mental inquiry. "Sir, the signal is not being blocked."
Utter silence. "What?"
"The signal is getting through! It isn't being blocked." She repeated, her tone one of distress.
"What does that mean?" Doner, the warden with the burnt arm demanded.
"That the fleet is also compromised." Ibrimeth answered with cold realization. Turning to the other prothean. "This was a coordinated attack and they had not only managed to infiltrate us, but the fleet as well."
"But… how?!" Doner demanded. Confusion and shock clear in his voice.
Ibrimeth merely turned to the witch in observation, looking down at her from his vantage point. Her eyes were still full of reverence and awe as were all of her copies. She hadn't moved a single unit from where she was before this all started, and neither did the others in the chamber. "I don't know." He turned back to the warden. "But you can bet a thousand credits its connected to her. The traitors used technology from the Coalition, so they may be attempting to unleash a veritable Dranan in a glass store. The Dranan being the Witch and the store being our empire."
"What do we do now?" One of the other researchers asked.
"The fleet may have traitorous elements within, but had they already been compromised then that would mean we would have been invaded. That means we may have a window of opportunity to salvage this." He turned to Doner. "They want her, so we will deny the witch to her supposed rescuers. Let's get to work and destroy this station."
"Yes sir!" They all reaffirmed.
"Engineering is three levels down. Do you think that there are more traitors down there?" The communications head asked and to her reply, several gunshots were heard from beneath.
"I guess that's a yes then."
So they got not only inside of the space station but also in the fleet . WOW what a best way to screw the prothean empire by making damage in both infrastructure and fleet with revolt and mutiny ! You know , it remind me an another civilisation (if we call as such but in my personal viewpoint they are not , they are parasites or a FAKER ) who's name start with G and end with D . Yep for me almost the entire prothean empire is built upon the desecreated rest of an civilisation who rest on the remain of an older one and so on and so on . It make me laugh when thoses four eye asshole with big lips don't understand that change is a necessity . They cannot remain the same way for thousands of years and they need to change very fast or else there is no coming back after falling unto a state of decrepit , stagnant , pervertly state . They would be extinct !
Now for my opinion , even the next council citadel will fall in the same way but here's the difference . When the Protheans had fallen , the preterhumans for what we see (read ) so far seemed to have just pull some thread by causing cause and effect at galactic sclae. They would likely clean up the mess after what they have done and they would still be under the radar of the Reapers for now .
When they will really intervene , I have the feeling that every living thing on this galaxy would be fucked and would like go crazy and returning into a dark age ?
Now for my opinion , even the next council citadel will fall in the same way but here's the difference . When the Protheans had fallen , the preterhumans for what we see (read ) so far seemed to have just pull some thread by causing cause and effect at galactic sclae. They would likely clean up the mess after what they have done and they would still be under the radar of the Reapers for now .
When they will really intervene , I have the feeling that every living thing on this galaxy would be fucked and would like go crazy and returning into a dark age ?
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Arimai
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While I eventually parsed your meaning @KingDragon. Your grammar, punctuation and sentence structure needs some work. It gave me a headache trying to read it.
Sorry i'm French so i'm going to make more effort for my writings in english . I will try to make better sentence structure , punctuation and grammar just for you !
Arimai
Curmudgeon
Aah. For shame! A French man who has trouble with diction? Sacre Blue! How will you uphold your cultural heritage as the one of two cultures that can match or even exceed the Spaniards as the world's greatest lovers. A Don Juan or Casanova as they say. Le gasp! How will you ever seduce all those nubile single ladies or handsome men!
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Oh my god , you are absolutely right . How should I spell correctly in any non-native language when i have to used a goddamn damaged phone with a damaged screen where i could not seen some letters or symbol to express my beautiful language . Bon sang , comment je vais faire pour rétablir ma notoriété devant mes amis alors que je suis étudiant dans une université ? Aahh je vais crier comme une petite fille !
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Okay... Please don't derrail. I apreciate the humor, but please. If you want to have an argument please keep it to a private thread
Quick question : Are we going to see how the preterhumans would interact with the other races ?
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Yes. All three governments of the Coalición
Arimai
Curmudgeon
Err. . . I think he meant nonhuman races. It would be hard I surmise. With how you've described humanity it would have the same effect as a mortal witnessing a shoggoth.
So they are going to contact the insect , the whatever the other aliens are . Wow can't wait to see their face when they will see the preterhumans . Now i want to see the Protheans to have their ass kicked by the coalition . To me , it seem more funny to see aliens fight each other than the Preterhumans always interfere but in same time the cycle is coming soon and we all know what's going to happen .
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Only if they see a sorcerer, a cabalist, any of the obscurus or a sentient. Other than that not too badly.
So the Preterhumans didn't generate nigthmarish presence when they face civilisation not sufficiently evolved to deal with them
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No. The nightmare presence is limited to those who are deeply invested themselves into the field of Metaphysics, like the above mentioned sorcerers, cabalists, obscurus and Sentients. And even then they can mute it down for having a normal civil chat with their fellows. How else would a cabalist interact with his three year old daughter?
Anyway each race will have broadly different reactions to the Preterhumans.
The Rachnii would be very interested and their emphasis in music and colors would make them ideal friends to humans, if only they weren't connected on a species wide level. It will make things hard to teach them the basics of nonsense metaphysics to them as they might all become insane if not handled correctly.
The Coral Kingdoms of Thrass would.... actually they would get along completely well. No chance of memetic damage would happen with these things.
The Illuminated Realms of Riethan Dha though? Its going to be a mess. I mean... how do you convince a naturally religious species... and their AIs... that you are not a race of divine beings... especially since the first contact they would have is with a Sentient of all things.
Oh boy I have a bad feeling about the last one . It could lead potentially to Lorgar mixed with the Adeptus Mechanicus 2.0 and this time , it would be on the xeno fault . Anyway I have the feeling the Protheans will definitely be fucked up . Since the Rachni and Protheans managed to survive the harvest ; I just hope than the others civilisation would also managed to do it . In same time , the Preterhumans would hibernate to avoid contact with the Reapers and limiting their influence to the sea of Dream .
Anyway does the Preterhumans could regenerate their limb and their heads , if so , yep good luck for anyone trying to kill one .
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Decentralized central nervous system. Partial Nanite Biology. High stem cell count. Specialized ultra high speed regeneration technology. Phylacteries. These are the organics. Now you do the math.
So yep they could regenerate their limbs even if you cut one . Wow good luck especially for the medieval cvilisaiton they could meet in another universe (Dungeon and Dragons , Witcher , MTG and other fantasy series )