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I think you mean thousands there, the Milky Way is only 180,000 ly end to end so he'd be either in another galaxy (Andromeda's around 2 million ly from here) or in intergalactic space. Sorry, it was just bugging me.
The Man Who Sold the World (Bloodborne/Multi SI)
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I think you mean thousands there, the Milky Way is only 180,000 ly end to end so he'd be either in another galaxy (Andromeda's around 2 million ly from here) or in intergalactic space. Sorry, it was just bugging me.
Now that the initial setup for the Imperium and the roles of Death and SI have been hinted at and established, the story can progress a bit into the meat of what I had in mind.
The influence the SI has on the different alien races mentioned will be sprinkled along the whole story when Shepard meets them along his/her journey (I kinda like the idea of this arc being in the POV of Shepard).
I have to say, things are about to get exciting and it won't stop escalating from there.
If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask them.
The influence the SI has on the different alien races mentioned will be sprinkled along the whole story when Shepard meets them along his/her journey (I kinda like the idea of this arc being in the POV of Shepard).
I have to say, things are about to get exciting and it won't stop escalating from there.
If you guys have any questions, feel free to ask them.
TheLurker
Random Omnipotent Lazy-As-Fuck Being
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Not gonna lie, that sounds fun. Other people dealing with altes shenanigans will always interest me.
The Witcher arc is still one of my favorites, especially the coin and quill scene.
Heh, that was actually one of my personal favourites as well and I think I'm going to try and add more epic scenes like that since the SI and Death are dealing with plain old ordinary people in the ME Verse.
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Hmm... so did the Saren/Turian sections skip over the conclusion of the negotiation? I was kinda looking forward to whatever they decided, and the reactions. I understand the Turians might've just lain down and taken it, given their history with the Venatores, but it'd have been fun to see the humans react to the freaky aliens being fair with them.
Also I support a Shep POV for this arc. Cosmic horror is funnier from the outside.
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Also I support a Shep POV for this arc. Cosmic horror is funnier from the outside.
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Somehow, I just want Oedon to visit One Punch Man universe and end up meeting Saitama.
Wonder how Caped Baldy would look like to someone who has number of mystical senses
Wonder how Caped Baldy would look like to someone who has number of mystical senses
thisisatabCivil reaction:Somehow, I just want Oedon to visit One Punch Man universe and end up meeting Saitama.
Wonder how Caped Baldy would look like to someone who has number of mystical senses
"He looks completely normal. Nobody else here does. I should be cautious in my dealings with him... Ooh! Cyborg! Shiny..."
thisisatabHostile reaction:
"He looks completely normal. I can take him!"
WHAM
"What am I doing back in the Hunter's Dream?"
Vox De Harlequin
Consequences are for other people
- Location
- Hyalean Theoric World
Why would Oedon attack him...?
The reasonings of such cosmic, eldritch, squamous beings are beyond us. However, they are not beyond the reach of Saitama's knuckles.
Read as: Who knows? I wasn't concerned about motivation in that snip; only results.
Chapter 61: Shaping History Part 6
Chapter 61
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Karyn Tesh was a simple boy with simple needs.He neither wanted anything extravagant in his life nor did he look for anything too exciting to fill his quiet days with. As a boy who grew up in a family with a long history of farming, he was used to the quiet life. Sure, everyday was filled with hard work and most often than not he had to spend a majority of his time out in the family fields to take care of the crops and make sure they were alright. It was punishing at times, but nothing could beat the feeling of creating something with your own two hands.
Luckily for him though, Mindoir was filled with farming families so he didn't really run out of people willing and happy enough to talk to him about a hard days work. And it was nice in his opinion. A quiet life was much more pleasurable than dealing with all the craziness he saw on the news and the extranet. Dealing with space pirates, hostile alien races, and sleepy politicians looked and sounded like too much of a pain for his liking and besides, why give up and leave such a quiet paradise like Mindoir?
Karyn sighed as he used his forearm to wipe the sweat away from his forehead and a bit from his short cropped brown hair. He stuck his plow into the ground as he looked up and out over his family's fields. Ugh, he could already feel his jumpsuit clinging onto him because of his sweat. Today's weather was sunnier than usual which meant that he had to labour under the uncomfortable heat for hours on end.
The nice thing about a hot day meant that Karyn's mom would be making a large batch of her famous lemonade and nothing beat the heat like a cold glass of lemonade!
"Huh?" There was the distinct sound of something burning that sent Karyn into a mini panic thinking that the family fields had suddenly caught on fire, but the sound wasn't coming from the fields in front of him or behind him. It sounded like it was coming from-!
He looked up just in time to see an object invisible to the naked eye split the sky open and crash into the distance. The ground rumbled violently under the boys feet and Karyn could only close his eyes tight and cover his head with both of his hands as the horizon rapidly caught on fire, a dome of white light quickly expanding and racing towards him.
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Attican Traverse
SSV Hastings
Thirteen years ago, while exploring for new habitable worlds to colonise Humanity had its first encounter with another sentient civilisation and they called themselves the Turians. Everyone had always dreamt of and dreaded the moment they would meet aliens because it could only go one of two ways. They were either peaceful and would wish to communicate with humanity or they would be violent and would wage war against them.
Sadly, they discovered that the Turians were a violent people when they opened fire on a fleet of friendly exploratory ships filled with colonists without any provocation from them and it didn't end there. In some twisted logic and violent reasoning the Turians proceeded to destroy a few more of the Systems Alliance's patrol fleets sent out to protect their colonies from them. This trend continued until the Turians found the human colony on Shanxi which they then proceeded to orbitally bombard the cities filled with civilians. General Williams along with the handful of soldiers assigned to him as the colony's defenders did what could to protect the planet, holding them off long enough until help in the form of the Imperium arrived.
It was a three month long war and the first war that Humanity had won against an extraterrestrial race. The Citadel Council had sided with them in the end and had judged the Turians actions as excessive and uncalled for against a race of sentients unaware of their laws. The Turians vehemently called out that they were trying to avoid a potential incident with a reactivated Relay that lead to an unknown part of space since the last time they had done so lead to the Rachni, but the Council was adamant with their decision that the Turians were at fault and that they had to pay for the lives lost.
Thinking back on that and all the new conflicts that Humanity found themselves dragged into, Executive Officer David Anderson realised that an alien from a more technologically advanced and spacefaring civilisation did not instantly mean they were peaceful. In fact, from the historical information their allies from the Imperium had passed on to them Humanity found out that no one actually got their act together. Wars were waged for territory or for the most petty of reasons and as the XO of the SSV Hastings, a frigate assigned on joint patrol missions with the Arx-Class Imperium Destroyer Nox Caelum all around human controlled space, Anderson saw his fair share of fights and battles on a weekly basis.
The Imperium... now wasn't it ironic that what Humanity had always imagined the big, bad, scary aliens to look like would be one of their closest and friendliest allies? They were a bug-like alien race said to be as old as or older than the Protheans, the extinct alien race where the other half of the galaxy based their tech off of, and had the territory, the technology, and the army to prove that claim. Not only that, but other alien civilisations had also joined the Imperium in ages past with those races considering them to be a better choice than joining what was known as the Citadel Races. Not like that was a bad thing since the Imperium also held... friendly... relations with the Citadel Races.
But, the only downside that the politicians in the Systems Alliance saw with being allies with the Imperium was the lack of exchange in highly advanced technology since the Imperium's tech was based around their adaptive biology. The Imperium had offered to create bio-tech that was capable of interfacing with human tech and it was a tempting offer, but the eggheads had dissuaded the notion and stated that the bio-tech would be impossible to maintain if they broke down since they didn't have the tools or the biology to fix them.
Coming from them, especially the scientists and engineers who desperately wanted to study the Imperium's point to point travel tech but ultimately couldn't, meant that they were serious. Luckily, the Imperium had a whole treasure trove of materials and people they were willing to lend to the Systems Alliance, with the highly intelligent and tech savvy Quarians and the sentient Geth being two of them.
Movement from the ship's elevator caught his attention and as soon as the person it was carrying stepped foot in the command center, Anderson was already announcing their arrival. "Captain on the bridge!"
The whole room faced Captain Belliard and saluted, a well built man with graying streaks on both sides of his head, as he strode into the bridge and quickly approached Anderson while signalling everyone else to be at ease. "Any word from the Nox Caelum, Anderson?"
A quick glance at his console told him that he had not received any new messages since the last time he looked. "None so far, captain."
"Strange. The Imperium should have arrived by now. They're either earlier than us or—"
"SSV Hastings, this is the Praefectus of the Nox Caelum transmitting in the orbit of the farm world Mindoir. A pirate fleet has just Relayed into the system. We will intercept." Anderson watched the captain march up to the comms bay and grab the communicator away from an officer.
"Negative, Nox, wait for us! You can't take on that many ships!"
"One destroyer against an entire fleet? They're not that crazy."
"I disagree lieutenant, the Imperium is filled with them." Captain Belliard strode towards his chair as he issued out orders. "Set a course for the Skyllian Verge! Everyone to their Battle Stations, we're going in hot!"
"Aye, captain! Relay is in sight! Prepare for jump in three... two... one!" The cameras that projected the view of all the sides of the ship into the monitors of the command deck were filled with a bright blue tinge as they entered Faster Than Light travel. "All weapons primed and ready, Captain."
"We're going into the thick of things here people! We don't know how many hostile ships are waiting for us on the other side, but we can't leave the Imperium on their own! Not after everything they've done for us!"
The Hastings dropped out of FTL expecting a fight, but instead of finding the Nox Caelum fighting against a pirate fleet they found a ship graveyard.
"Holy shit."
"Hastings. You're late for the party."
"Captain." Anderson turned away from his console to look towards Captain Belliard. "The Praefectus is asking permission to come aboard."
Imperium and human technology is incompatible with one another, making the idea of docking with a shuttle from the Nox Caelum difficult. However, the Praefectus didn't see that as any sort of problem since the Imperium didn't use shuttles for something as simple as ship to ship transportation.They knocked on your ship's airlock personally.
The Praefectus strode into the command deck along with four lower ranked Carnifices, officially called the Miles within the Imperium, and a Krogan as if walking through the void of space was nothing to them and it probably was nothing to them with their level of technology. The Carnifices stopped a few feet away from the captain and Anderson with the Miles scanning their surroundings for any threats to the Praefectus. The Krogan on the other hand took the time to wander to each console and look over the shoulders of the operators. It made quite a few of them nervous seeing as at face level, a Krogan was as tall as a Carnifices, with their humps being an additional two to three feet to their height. That wasn't even taking into consideration how much a fully armoured Krogan weighed.
"Captain Belliard, we have a situation on our hands." The Praefectus gestured one of its men forward and the Miles to her right did so with an arm stretched out in front of him. What looked like an actual eye on his forearm opened up before it started to stare wildly out around its environment before it quietly settled on looking at the roof. Before the captain could comment on what the fuck was the eye for a holographic image came to life above the Miles' arm. It was a recording of the pirate fleet's entrance into the system as well as the subsequent slaughter of the majority of the pirate's ships. Keyword: Majority. "A few moments ago a pirate fleet consisting of four hundred and sixty eight ships, ranging from derelict to brand new ships from nearly all species entered the system. The Nox Caelum intercepted them and ordered them to cease their advances in the system. They opened fire. They lost."
"We opened fire. We won. Heh, well, mostly." It was the first time the Krogan with the Praefectus spoke, his voice like rocks being crushed into fine gravel, and it was the first time Anderson saw what his face looked up close when he walked back towards them from the pilot's seat. The Korgan sported red eyes with black slits with a damaged red crest as his most dominant feature. The large gash on his crest started from the middle and continued all the way down towards his right eye and terminated at the middle of his throat. Anderson noted what looked like metre long poles attached to each of his shoulder armour.
"Captain Belliard, this is Veterum Wrex, he has been assigned personally by the Auctor to serve on the Nox Caelum on this mission as the surface specialist."
"I see..."
"Don't mind the offended look on the Praefectus' face, human. Being assigned by the Auctor means that you have a set of quads on you so she was expecting a more pronounced reaction."
"Getting back on track. The remaining ships that escaped my wrath have descended into Mindoir and have fortified a defensible position within one of the towns. We would have shot them down before they could land, but the chances of missing and hitting the planet with one of our weapons was too great a risk to take."
"A ground assault is one of the options we're considering. With our Quarians and Geth disabling any anti-air defenses they put up on the surface we can easily drop in a few of my warriors in there, cause a ruckus for those pyjaks."
"But a direct assault will be a problem." Captain Belliard stepped forward. "These pirates are the worst of the worst, operating with no code of ethics or honour. We back them into a corner they will hurt our people. We can't let that happen. We need to get our men down to the surface without being seen or heard."
"We have a way into the planet." Anderson watched as Wrex gave a meaningful look to the Praefectus who gave a nod in return. "All we need to do now is plan our attack. Gather your men, captain. I'll teach them how the Imperium's finest warriors win."
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"Round up as many of them as you can! The Imperium won't risk the deaths of an ally's civilians! Use them as shields! Strap them to your chests if you have to!" Dhosin Por'Gaba, one of Khar'Shan's finest slavers was having the worst day of his life. With the intel provided by the Hegemony the slaving run he was assigned to was supposed to be as easy as killing a Volus. The system the Human colony planet was in was within the Attican, the second most lawless place in the entire galaxy even with the petty efforts of the Systems Alliance just because of its close proximity to the Terminus Systems. It was the best place to coordinate raids for fresh slaves or for maliciously and unnecessarily cruel destruction. Hands down the best sector of the galaxy to refresh the inventories of the slave markets in Batarian space and probably the best place to acquire the galaxy's hottest and most lucrative new commodity; humans.
The Hegemony, however, forgot to mention that the damned Imperium was stationed right above the planet they were about to raid! Now his fleet was severely crippled with only a fourth of their forces left to capture as much product as they could! It wasn't nearly enough storage space! To top it all off, as the remaining ships were entering orbit one of his main turrets had malfunctioned and shot one mass accelerated round into one of the outlying farms around the town they had decided to turn into their temporary base. That was at least a dozen humans dead and a few million credits down the drain.
"Come on you filthy parasites! Do you want to live long enough to see the next big pay day?!"
"Boss!" A Salarian by the name of Aeraf Less Vukip Bazor and Dhosin's right hand man ran up to him in a panic. "Something's up with the AA guns! They're not working!"
"What do you mean they're not working? You set them up!"
"And when I did they were working just fine! But now..." Dhosin grabbed the Salarian by the horns and pulled him down so that he could stare with the intensity of all four of his eyes.
"Bazor I swear on my life if you don't get those guns up right now I'll put you in the markets myself! We are dead without them!"
"I-I-I'll do the best I can!"
"Too late for that, damn lizard." A few miles away from the colony town was Wrex, a handful of his best warriors, and the Human soldiers led by a man named David Anderson. With the opportunity that the disabling of the AA guns gave them the Alliance and the Imperium took the chance to drop in the best of their ground teams to execute the task of liberating the town from unwanted pirates with a well placed Sub Astra. Now they stood atop a rocky hill that conveniently overlooked the town and gave them the perfect advantage they needed. "Alright, here's how it's going down. We wait until the cover of night before Anderson and his men sweep through the east side of town to free any innocents from the hands of the pirates while we come in from the other side of town. The AA guns won't be a problem so that takes care of one migraine. Only thing left is to find the bastards holding the remote to the SICC."
"What's a sick?"
"Not sick, a S.I.C.C. Slave IntraCranial Control Chip. A Slaver's favourite method of creating obedient and docile slaves. Don't know why they gave it a stupid name like that when bomb inside your skull is less of a mouthful. But, Batarians have more eyes than they have brains so it isn't really a mystery. The problem we might have now is that we have to scan for every slaver and pirate for an omnitool with the program that controls the explosives while being extra careful not to set off any failsafes the omnitools have in them in case of tampering."
"Jesus, that's possibly hundreds of omnitools to search through! We can't find it before someone activates the explosives!" Wrex gave the soldier a look that shut him up fast.
"As I was saying. It might have been a problem if we were working alone on this, but we have the best support for this kinda task." At that moment Wrex pulled out a metre long cylinder from his back. It was at least a foot in width and coloured a deep and dark blue colour with pale blue light tracing around the object every half an inch along its length. "Geth server core. This unassuming hunk of metal contains a thousand Geth programs primed and already hacking into every omnitool in the town. That means no nasty surprises being shoved into people's heads. All we have to do now is to clean up the pests in the town as quietly as possible. So let's do it."
And thus, they waited.
The Krogans set up a little resting area for themselves by digging a large circular bonfire pit in the hill and throwing actual bloody meat they had on them into the bonfire in the middle as well as pulling out containers of what looked like glowing radioactive waste. Anderson told his team to rest up since they were going to wait till nightfall to start liberating the civilians trapped inside the town.
"So what's the betting pool today runts? Same old list as the last pirate clean up or are we thinking of new ways for this mission?" Anderson perked up at their conversation and decided to listen in closely to what the Krogans were talking about.
"I say we might as well stick to the old one." A Krogan with half the crest size as Wrex and even less scars said as he poked at a disturbingly humanoid looking piece of meat with the barrel of his rifle. "It's the best one we've thought up of so far. Why mess with a good thing?"
"And let the old man sweep up the winnings again? The last betting pool gave too many points to Biotic kills and you wanna stick with it while we're on a team with a Krogan Battle Master?" Another Krogan, this one with a blue crest almost as big as Wrex', spoke up while throwing a sizable piece of rock towards what Anderson could deduce as the younger Krogan. "Might as well say that Wrex won!"
"I say we take off half the points for Biotic Kills and make this a test of marksmanship. Most gun kills win!" A Krogan with a rust orange crest said as he hefted up what looked like a shotgun but resembled more like a cannon.
"What about melee kills?" The last Krogan of Wrex' team said as he unsheathed a crude looking serrated knife blown up in size to match the size of the wielder. "This is supposed to be a stealth mission right?"
"Runt has a point. Melee it is then! No points for gun kills, a point for each kill with your hands or blades. One extra point for fingers, toes, and any other miscellaneous appendages your target has. Extra two points if you bring in an entire limb, and an extra three for bringing in a head!"
"Hey, lieutenant. We sure about these Krogan? They sound like fuckin' lunatics!" Anderson wanted to answer, but a roaring laugh from Wrex attracted all the humans present.
"Of course we're lunatics! Krogans from Clan Urdnot are the best of the best warriors in the entire Imperium! You don't get to be the best if you're normal or sane."
"You guys were talking about taking trophies from your kills! Are you serious?"
"Serious? What do we look like? Turians?" That got another round of laughter from the team of Krogans. "These little betting pools we have are like exercises and drills, as you humans call it, to keep our skills as warriors sharp! Restrictions means we just have to get creative to complete the task! We can't stop evolving in terms of skill and as a people! Stagnation means death!"
"Is that your people's motto or something?"
"Hah! Those are words from the Auctor himself! Words that Clan Urdnot live by!"
"I have to ask, Veterum Wrex." Anderson stood from his team's side of the hill. "The Praefectus said that you were hand picked by the Auctor himself and you said that it's apparently a big deal. In fact, in the thirteen years we've known the Imperium and the myriad of races within, you hold the Auctor in the highest regard. Probably more so than the Imperatrix."
"That's because we from the Imperium know that the Imperatrix is a constant. She was here before all things, she is here now, and she will be here long after all of us are gone."
"You're making it sound like the Imperatrix is immortal."
"That's because she is. Probably. Well... she was here long before the Asari anyways. She's the only one who would know what Protheans look like, come to think of it. Clean out your ears human, I already said the damn thing I won't say it again." Wrex sighed. "You know what? Come here and let me tell you a bit of history. Seems like you runts need a bit of a lesson on how important the Imperatrix and the Auctor are to the Imperium. And make sure you're recording this so I don't have to keep repeating myself!"
"Now then, let's go back to the time when the Turians stomped on our quads while the rest of the galaxy just watched it happen. One thousand four hundred and sixty years ago, the Turians released a biological weapon against the Krogans after ten years of fighting with one another. Now the fighting was because of a rebellion we started when the council was sanctioning us from colonising to many worlds even though they gave us express permission to do so when we won their war against the Rachni seven hundred years before the Krogan Rebellions. Things got to a head when we fought over a colony world called Lusia. The council's Spectre's struck first and that's how the second war officially started. Years of fighting later, the Citadel Council knew they couldn't win against us since we could replenish our ranks faster than any of them could. Thanks to our females who had the ability to lay a thousand eggs each a year we could potentially overrun every world in the galaxy if we wanted to, given time. Then the Turians decide to use a weapon that's basically a sterility plague. With the sudden drop in viable pregnancies and with us fighting in a rebellion as well as our very violent natures, the Krogans were on making their way down the road to extinction. Ninety years later, the Krogan Rebellion ends...
"... And the first time the Imperium enters the spotlight." Anderson didn't know when he and his team sat around in the fire pit with the rest of the Krogans, but Wrex' story was too interesting to miss out on especially with the Imperium involved. Even after being involved with the affairs of the galaxy for at least a thousand years, not much was really known about the Imperium. Even the races they had taken into their empire were tight lipped about the background of their benefactors. Wrex and his people were probably the first race that the Imperium had absorbed so they would know more than anyone else in the galaxy. Anderson made sure the camera in his helmet was recording before the old Krogan could start. "One day the Umbrae Visio Nocturna appeared over the skies of Tuchanka without warning. We actually thought that we were being invaded of all things! All the clan leaders were laughing that someone would actually want our little nuked out dust ball. First one to touch down on the surface was the Auctor himself and we met him out on the field with blades and guns. We fought, charged into him en masse in a tidal wave of Krogan superiority. All the Auctor had to do was speak and everyone dropped like their bones were plucked from their feet."
"That sounds terrifying."
"Terrifying? It was fucking hilarious is what it was. Never seen so many Krogans faceplant before. But... that was our first run in with the Imperium. We learned soon enough that they weren't here to take what was ours but only wanted to help us. They've heard about what the Turians did to us with their Genophage and wanted to remedy the situation. Now at that point, the Imperium and everything about them was more myth than reality. People have seen them around and everyone had tried making contact with them, but one moment they're there and the next they're gone. We were actually the first race to come face to face with the Deus Belli and the first race to leave the Citadel races and join the Imperium. In a few years they cleaned out the Genophage, Tuchanka, and boosted up our technological base to be on par or greater than those backstabbers in the Citadel. They even gave us a system filled with garden worlds ripe for colonisation!" Wrex sat forward in the fire pit and held out a half eaten leg of something at Anderson and his men. "You can say a lot of things about us, but we weren't stupid enough to think that the Imperium would just give all of these gifts to us without anything in return, but... But they never asked for anything. Hell, they didn't even ask us to join their little empire. We did. That was probably the first time someone helped my people out without wanting anything in return and that's... we were grateful."
"A majority of the clans, Urdnot included, vowed then to the Imperatrix herself that we would make sure that we would repay the kindness they showed us even if it took generations to do."
"You also saw the Imperatrix! With your own eyes?"
"All the Krogan clan leaders and warlords were permitted to speak with the Imperatrix that day. I was the only runt in the throne room at that time and boy did I feel small when we stood before the Imperatrix in all her glory. She wasn't as tall as the Auctor and even less in weight, probably at least six feet tall. Not sure about the weight though because the Deus Belli are deceptively dense, with their exoskeletal armour making up for more than two thirds of their overall weight. Where was I again?"
"Meeting with the Imperatrix old man. That millennia really is catching up to you isn't it?" The Krogan with the blue crest said who got the backside of his head struck by Wrex' half eaten leg of something.
"Haha, very funny Harloc. You're lucky that you're a damn good shot otherwise I would have punted you down the damn hill. Back to the story. We asked to see the Imperatrix to make our vows and they gave us permission. They transported us in a separate ship to where we would meet on another ship called the Harbinger, the Auctor's personal ten kilometre long ship and manned by his hand picked Praefectus and elite warriors where he would then transport us to the Umbrae Visio Nocturna to have an audience with the Imperatrix. That day, the strongest Krogans in the galaxy knelt down, bowed their heads, and swore their lives as well as the lives of their clans to the Imperatrix and to her Imperium. That was probably the best decision we made in the entirety of our history as a united people. You wanna know why?"
"We've become stronger because of it." Wrex threw away the large bone he held over his shoulder before he stood up and stretched his legs. Like a wake up call, Anderson realised that night had already fallen. "Alright, enough reminiscing. It's time to get to work."
Thankfully, as the Human and Krogan teams swept through the town like a silent plague, they didn't encounter any further problems. Anderson was amazed how silent the Krogans were even with their size disadvantage and how well coordinated they were. They lined up their actions in such a way that it became the start of a chain reaction to connect each movement and execution fluidly. Wrex and his men was the definition of a well oiled machine. At the end of the day, once the scores were tallied up after the mission, Wrex still won with Anderson trailing behind in second place.
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"Dhosin Por'Gaba." Wrex chucked the severed head at the Auctor who caught it easily in the air. Said being turned the head around in his grasp a few times and mentally noted down the four gouged out eyes and the partially eaten scalp. "A big name in the slaver circles. Moron didn't purge his omnitool as well as he should have and now, thanks to the Geth, we have information on exactly who hired him and for what reason. We also have some dirt on the other operations they have going on and something called the Skyllian Blitz. Unfortunately that was one of the few files that were completely destroyed from the 'tool. We can already assume that it's not going to be good just by the name and they're going to execute it in the Skyllian Verge."
"I'll mobilise the Regia Classis and inform the Imperatrix that the Hegemony is attacking human colonies around the Attican Traverse. She won't like this at all. We both know she despises the Batarians and their slave trade. Attacking one of our known public allies is the excuse she was waiting for."
"What are we looking at here?" Wrex stood patiently as the Auctor handed off the head to a Miles before he took his seat on the command throne of the Harbinger.
"It will depend on how the humans react to the news that their people are being specifically targeted by the Batarians, but if it were up to her? This is grounds for an extermination. Complete decimation of the Hegemony's armies, navies, and air force. Sacking of capital worlds if necessary and finally; crack their homeworld in half... Been a while since the Umbrae Visio Nocturna fired its primary MAKOS cannon."
"They won't."
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- Location
- Net Slum Tartarga
Daniel Estacado
ZA WARUDO
The Hannar(Hanar?) have no eyes.Which ME species doesn't?
- Location
- England
And I'm still loving this arc~
Wouldn't the sufficiently advanced biological technology auto-repair? As long as it's given proper nutrients or some such, I mean I assume it'd be at least solar powered. Though to be fair I'm like 99.99% sure they couldn't figure out how it works and make their own, despite what XCOM tells me. So I suppose it would probably cause them to stagnate technologically. Still, Shep uses the collector particle beam and that at least looks biological!
Wouldn't the sufficiently advanced biological technology auto-repair? As long as it's given proper nutrients or some such, I mean I assume it'd be at least solar powered. Though to be fair I'm like 99.99% sure they couldn't figure out how it works and make their own, despite what XCOM tells me. So I suppose it would probably cause them to stagnate technologically. Still, Shep uses the collector particle beam and that at least looks biological!
I kinda want to explain it in the story, and I still will, but to answer your question: Yes, they can self-repair themselves since the Imperium uses bio-tech that lives and breathes which means they have their own healing factor. But the Imperium offered the Alliance dumbed down versions so that no outside hostile forces could get their hands on them. Like Cerberus or the mercenary groups who would do anything to get a piece of Imperium tech into their hands. The Imperium giving the Alliance dumbed down versions also gave them an excuse to have constant contact with the humans since they would need to assign people to the bio-tech to keep them in top form.
Hmm... I'll explain it better in the coming chapters. I can't seem to put it together in a better way at the moment.
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You mean 'planned obsolescence'?
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Yeah, that is definitely a thing.
That is, in fact, the cornerstone of all modern manufacturing and consumer products.
The idea behind it is that "what is the point of spending more money and resources to increase the quality of the product to last 10 years if a superior and more versatile product can be made 5 years from now due to technological progress?" or to be short "Don't over-engineer something that is going to be replaced anyways".
It is also a thing in the military, an example being where Soviet High Command didn't care to have minor improvements on their tanks which would have increased it's shelf life because the life span of the tank was only 6 months anyway when it would be rendered irrecoverable on the battlefield.
Of course, this can also be used maliciously, but I won't name any companies.
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And if the events of canon ME are any indication they don't really have any brains either.
Mansanas? (Google it up) Though that's just my opinion
It's more than just those three races. The Rachni Wars unfortunately happened before the SI entered the galactic arena. But... who knows? Maybe they can find a Rachni queen's egg floating around somewhere in space.
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If you are talking about who I think you are talking, yes, those guys are one of the offenders.
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I don't think they'll come for you if you say their name.
apple apple apple... OH GOD THEY'RE BEHIND ME!
apple apple apple... OH GOD THEY'RE BEHIND ME!
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I understand that is a joke, but their fans are rabid.
Chapter 62: Shaping History Part 7
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The New Galactic Year greeted the Systems Alliance with the news of dozens of their colonies being raided by pirate fleets with countless citizens either captured or killed. The Alliance parliament, the ruling body of the Systems Alliance, could not just leave the attack unanswered and sought out the help of both the Imperium and the Citadel Council since the Prime Minister of the Systems Alliance, Amul Shastri, thought that obtaining the aid of their closest ally and the help from the other ruling body who occupied the other half of the galaxy could help expedite the process of stopping the pirates. If the Imperium's gathered intelligence was to be believed, the Batarians were responsible for the atrocities committed to their people and since the Batarians were part of the Citadel races, the Citadel Council's warnings would carry more weight than anything the Systems Alliance would have to say. Prime Minister Shastri had politely asked the admirals of the Alliance Navy and the Imperium to hold off any retaliatory measures against the pirates until he could speak with the Council and come up with a peaceful solution to their problems. Enough human blood had been spilled and the prime minister wanted to avoid an unnecessary war.
The New Galactic Year greeted the Systems Alliance with the news of dozens of their colonies being raided by pirate fleets with countless citizens either captured or killed. The Alliance parliament, the ruling body of the Systems Alliance, could not just leave the attack unanswered and sought out the help of both the Imperium and the Citadel Council since the Prime Minister of the Systems Alliance, Amul Shastri, thought that obtaining the aid of their closest ally and the help from the other ruling body who occupied the other half of the galaxy could help expedite the process of stopping the pirates. If the Imperium's gathered intelligence was to be believed, the Batarians were responsible for the atrocities committed to their people and since the Batarians were part of the Citadel races, the Citadel Council's warnings would carry more weight than anything the Systems Alliance would have to say. Prime Minister Shastri had politely asked the admirals of the Alliance Navy and the Imperium to hold off any retaliatory measures against the pirates until he could speak with the Council and come up with a peaceful solution to their problems. Enough human blood had been spilled and the prime minister wanted to avoid an unnecessary war.
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The Citadel would have been an amazing sight to see if Prime Minister Shastri hadn't already seen the Umbrae Visio Nocturna in person. What else could leave you in awe and fear except for a ship that was a literal moving hyper advanced fortress-city that contained millions of unkillable Carnifices, Krogans, Quarians, and Geth troopers ready to throw themselves into any situation for their immortal Imperatrix, and with a main weapon that could single-handedly cause extinction level events?
Everyone who thought that the Prime Minister was both pleased and terrified to have the Imperium as one of their closest allies would be correct. They didn't mind sharing and gave Earth and her colonies whole systems across the galaxy filled with garden worlds rich with valuable resources. It said a lot about humanity's bloody history that Prime Minister Shastri thought that at any moment the other shoe would drop and the Imperium was just fattening them up for a harvest of some kind.
During one of the Systems Alliance's negotiations with the Auctor and his myriad of Praefecti aboard his ship, one of Earth's ambassadors was actually brave and stupid enough to say what was on everyone's mind. The Auctor had just laughed at the ambassador's insinuation that the Imperium was planning something devious behind all of their actions and answered simply and to the point.
"You need them more than the Imperium does. That is more than enough of a reason to give them to you."
It was a humbling experience for Humanity. The Imperium was clearly the most powerful civilisation in the galaxy, but they did not flaunt their power around nor did they expect others to grovel at their feet and do their bidding. As allies, they were kind to a fault, loyal, forgiving, and only wanted to help out those they considered friends without expecting anything in return. There were even reports that a budding but increasingly popular religion based around the Imperatrix and the Auctor had formed. They were popping up all around Earth and her colonies and a lot of the interviewed individuals who were practicing the religion had stated that the Imperatrix was the main god that all religions talked about and that the Auctor and all the other Carnifices were angels in forms that their meager human brains can safely comprehend.
It was... an interesting development to say the least and Prime Minister Shastri would have pondered more on the matter if Admiral Nitesh Singh, the commanding officer of the Third Fleet, hadn't walked into the bridge. He carried an expression that didn't look he was bringing good news to him.
"Admiral. Is something bothering you?"
"Prime Minister, we may have a situation on our hands."
"Oh." Prime Minister Shastri sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel the pounding migraine settling into left temple already. "What happened?"
"Recent intelligence from our agents inside the Citadel indicates that the Batarian Embassy has already forwarded a complaint about the actions the Systems Alliance has taken against honest businessmen of the Hegemony throughout the Skyllian Verge and the Terminus Systems. They're demanding the Council to send out an order that forces us to pay reparations for the pirate fleets we've destroyed while protecting our colonies. The Council has their own resources to tap into to find out if the allegations are true or not." Admiral Singh raised his right arm and a blue omnitool flared to life around his forearm. "But, while waiting for the Council's precious Spectres to report back the Batarians have started a smear campaign throughout the Citadel and it's not looking good."
"They want proof huh?" Prime Minister Shastri chuckled lowly at that before he turned to the Admiral to reveal the vicious grin that had settled on his face. "Then let's not keep them waiting."
Without anymore delays, the admiral ordered the SSV Logan to approach the Citadel while the rest of the Third Fleet remained stationary around the Relay. Bringing the entire force of the Third Fleet with them into the system was a show of power and told everyone that they were they on serious business, but if they brought the Fleet with them towards the Citadel then the show of power would become an act of war and that was and conflict the Systems Alliance didn't need at the moment. The Prime Minister watched the Citadel grow bigger by the minute until it's true colossal size was revealed and the tiny specks he saw in the distance became full fledged ships that eclipsed their own vessel in size and firepower.
"Citadel Control Tower." The voice of the SSV Logan's pilot echoed throughout the command center as the ship drifted to a slower speed as they approached the docks. "This is the SSV Logan of the Systems Alliance. We are requesting permission to dock within the Presidium Ring, sending you our clearance codes now."
There was a moment of silence.
"Affirmative, Logan, we have you in our records. Please proceed to Dock A dash Twelve, we have security and escort teams on standby."
Once they landed, the Prime Minister and his own team were quickly escorted to their destination within armoured sky cars and an additional escort from Citadel Security to see them quickly and safely towards the Citadel Tower. The Tower was home to the Council Chambers which was home to a full blown park filled with trees that featured multicoloured leaves of all shades, intricately designed fountains that utilised mass effect fields to shape the water into more complex designs in the air, and colossal holographic displays on each side of the hall to depict different alien landscapes from across the galaxy. It was unnecessarily opulent. A few sets of stairs in the anterooms lead up to the Council's audience chamber. At the end of the hall was the Petitioner's Stage, where the Citadel Councillors met up with... petitioners... from all walks of life and from all corners of the galaxy.
Prime Minister Shastri could already hear and see the Batarian Ambassador screaming at the Councillors for immediate retaliatory action against the Systems Alliance and the Imperium while the Councillors, the Asari Councillor in particular, screaming back at the Batarian Ambassador that any retaliatory action against the Imperium would cause untold amounts of destructions and cost millions of lives. The Prime Minister even heard the Asari Councillor cursing out the Batarian Ambassador with the Salarian Councillor gasping indignation followed up by a, "Councillor Tevos, get a hold of yourself!"
"I think we've already won the battle, Prime Minister."
"Not yet, Admiral." Prime Minister Shastri couldn't help but tap on the Geth Server Core strapped to his waist at the thought of exposing the Batarian Hegemony for the crimes they committed against Humanity and their colonies. "Not yet."
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I sighed at the scene that unfolded before me. Prime Minister Shastri had stormed up onto the Petitioner's Stage along with Admiral Singh and more than a handful of security personnel that was more than necessary and allowed for politicians who entered the Citadel Tower, but their arrival did speed the chain of events up quite nicely and I could finally execute a few more steps in my plan to fulfill the role Death and I were assigned with in this Universe.
As the Batarian Ambassador floundered for a proper rebuttal while the footage of Wrex thoroughly interrogating the slaver known as Dhosin Por'Gaba, I raised my right palm up and willed a miniscule drop of Blood to gather within it. A little bit of frenzy would go a long way in furthering my plans and with a casual flick of my three clawed hand the drop of Blood soared through the air and struck the Batarian Ambassador at the back of his head. His floundering and broken speech was instantly replaced by a furious growl and with a quickness that hinted at a past in the military, the Ambassador pulled out a hidden pistol and screamed into the air, "Kill them!"
His guards surged into action the same time as Admiral Singh and his own security retinue pulled the Prime Minister out of the danger zone. Unfortunately, the Admiral and two of his guard was caught in the crossfire and died under a hail of gunfire. I saw a handful of Citadel Security enter the fray and defused the situation with greater number and force, but I had to hand it to the Ambassador and his bodyguards. The were able to gun down a few dozen Citadel Security personnel before they were killed.
I huffed before I turned around and followed the panicking crowd out of the Citadel Tower. As I shuffled into the elevator I caught my reflection on a metal surface and smiled at the Turian face staring back at me.
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It wouldn't be for another few months of politicians scrambling to contain the situation from boiling into an all out war until recent intelligence from both the Systems Alliance and the Citadel Races found out that the Regia Classis, the Imperium's mighty naval fleet, had begun to move and was projected to be moving in a straight line towards Khar'Shan. The Auctor, the Imperatrix' and the Imperium's sole spokesperson, had been silent ever since the incident in the Citadel Tower and had only left the public eye with a short explanation.
"The Imperatrix has requested my presence. I shall return."
That was months ago and now tens of thousands of the Imperium's massive and indestructible ships have mobilised with the Umbrae Visio Nocturna leading the charge towards Khar'Shan. Before anyone could contact the Auctor though, a galaxy wide transmission had been sent out and had hijacked every news and media outlet available. The Auctor stood proudly in front of what looked like a throne room, but his hulking figure obscured the throne and whatever or whoever else was behind him. He looked at and through the video transmission as if he saw everyone who was currently watching. With his hands held behind his back, the Auctor spoke in a voice filled with authority.
"Listen all and listen well, for the Imperatrix herself has judged it vital to convey her decree personally! Respect her words and know that I, her Auctor, shall mete out her Divina Voluntate!"
The Auctor shifted to the left and gave a clear view of what was behind him. Just like everything else the Imperium has built, the throne room and the throne itself was made out of bone white chitin given form and shape as to act as a simple seat for the being who sat upon it to rest on. The being herself was definitely a female creature as her exoskeleton suggests with well pronounced hips, a petite waist, and both arms and legs more lithe and smooth compared to the Auctor's bulky form. Compared to the Auctor's jet black body, the Imperatrix was bleached white with her face coloured a Blood red hue. She neither had any ears, a nose, or a mouth and only possessed two eyes that glowed a haunting blue. Her hair was more akin to thick tentacles with barbed tips and at first glance they were six times longer than herself.
The Imperatrix sat upright in her seat with both of her hands motionless on the throne's armrests. Her hair swayed under an unseen breeze.
"Leaders of the Batarian Hegemony."
Even through the medium of video, her voice was painful to listen to. But unlike the Auctor whose voice felt like hot knives were being hammered into your skull, the voice of the Imperatrix was just... wrong. The mind wants nothing to do with it and writhes in fear of the inevitable end. Blood does not leak out of any eyes, ears, or noses, but those who have heard her voice could feel their bones creak and their organs spasm.
"For too long have I turned a blind eye to the cancer you call a civilisation. You prey on the weak. You harm those who cannot protect themselves. You lord yourselves over others as if you were the masters of all that you laid your eyes on."
The Imperatrix stood, but the motion of her body was false. She didn't move to stand. The world moved around her to adapt to what she wanted. She was much shorter than the Auctor, but her presence was far more menacing and far more ominous than his would ever be.
"I have weighed you on the scales and have found you wanting. And now, you have been judged. I have numbered the days of your reign and have put an end to it."
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I can't believe that it's been almost a year since I started writing this fic (Feb 23, 2016). Time really does fly when you're having fun...
Also, world building is awesome and at the same time tiring! But I love shaping the worlds and writing the differences that the SI has either directly done or butterflied into effect.
Also, Also, a short chapter for now. Because I am being bogged down with all the details and plans I have in mind and having difficulty putting them down in words.
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I can't believe that it's been almost a year since I started writing this fic (Feb 23, 2016). Time really does fly when you're having fun...
Also, world building is awesome and at the same time tiring! But I love shaping the worlds and writing the differences that the SI has either directly done or butterflied into effect.
Also, Also, a short chapter for now. Because I am being bogged down with all the details and plans I have in mind and having difficulty putting them down in words.
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