A song of Ice, Fire and Tiberium

AN: This is a stupid plot idea I had after playing the Scrin Campaign in C&C3 and watching Game of Thrones. Please review and tell me what I can do better. (I know this Prologue is rather minimalistic, but that is on purpose.)

Disclaimer: If I owned any of this I would not be writing fanfiction.

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

'Telepathy'

Bold – used to denote special types of voice

Prologue:

Darkness.

Nothing but utter darkness.

'Where am I?'

'Unknown, Overlord'

'Overlord? I'm a girl, shouldn't it be Over…lady?'

'Incorrect. You are the Overlord. Gender is irrelevant.'

'Who exactly are you?'

'I was created to serve the Overlord, as well as to analyze and archive all data'

'What are you? Some kind of artificial intelligence?'

'Positive'

'What kinds of data do you possess?'

'My memory holds the sum of all knowledge that the Empire possesses'

'Does that include the Databases of the GDI and Nod?'

'Positive, all data gathered from indigenous civilizations and their databases has been archived. Decryption Status: 0.12%. Estimated time till completion: Fifteen years. Currently available: Nod Data on Ichor LQ/Liquid Tiberium'

'Okay, you used to belong to the aliens. Concentrate on decrypting the GDI databases on their sonic technology and the Nod databases on implementations of Tiberium for now.'

'Affirmative'

'Next, explain what happened.'

'Anomaly created by malfunction in spatial tunneling device. Hit by indigenous weapon. Caused chain reaction in Ichor-based components. Released energy overloaded tunneling capacitors.'

'So, what is the current situation exactly?'

'Specify.'

'Why can't I see or sense anything?'

'Your current physical vessel does not yet support those functions'

'Then what is my current physical vessel?'

'Your current physical vessel is: A fetus.'

'Then how are we talking right now?'

'Your mind is held by an Ichor-based calculation matrix, spread within your vessel'

'Was I de-aged or do I possess someone else's body?'

'Neither. Your current vessel did not yet possess a mind of its own, when the Ichor-Matrix holding us fused with it.'

'Is my new body human or am I some kind of alien being now?'

'Human, but fused with Ichor. Further scans are required for more information.'

'Like a mutant or like the Tiberium Infusion Nod gives their soldiers?'

'Similar, but better and more refined than both would be.'

'Why is that so?'

'I was guiding the process along its optimal path'

'What kind of changes can I expect?'

'Increased physical strength, endurance and agility. Increased lifespan and rate of healing, further enhanced by contact with Ichor. Immunity to non-Ichor-based poisons and illnesses. Immunity to ionizing radiation. Amplification of psionic abilities and affinity to Ichor.'

'Psionic abilities? Explain.'

'There are three general types: What you call Telepathy and Telekinesis are the first two. The third is the ability to manipulate Ichor with the mind.'

'Do I have any of those?'

'Positive. Your current vessel is developing the facilities required for psionic abilities'

'Which one do I have?'

'Unknown. It is still too early to determine.'

'Going back to the changes I can expect; Are there any physical changes that are easily visible?'

'Highly unlikely, but your vessel will contain large amounts of Ichor.'

'How long will I be stuck here?'

'Three to five months, according to information from Wikipedia.'

'You have Wikipedia? Do you have any games or music as well or anything else to pass the time with?'

'Positive.'

'Give me a list.'

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Westeros, Several Months later:

"Congratulations, you have a daughter"

"She has her father's hair, her mother's skin and eyes the color of wildfire."

"Her name is Rhaenys. Rhaenys Targaryen."