Hey guys new story of mine that is a crossover with Star Wars and Mass Effect that is basically going to be an AU of both so just heads up.
'How long has it been?' Asks a man standing in front of a large window showing the vast expanse of space before him. This man stood an imposing six foot three and was donned in midnight black Mandalorian armor with red accents but looked to be in his early teens. On his thighs sat two blaster pistols but at his waist sat the hilt to a blade. The mans helmet was currently held under his right arm showing off his chiseled features, lightly tanned skin, black hair and his piercing green eyes.
This man was none other than Alren Kios. The new leader of the Mandalorian people and one of the last surviving members of the once feared Deathwatch. Where is he and why you may ask? It was because his people are a dyeing race. His people once feared and respected were now nothing more than a bunch of wandering nomads a part of one massive fleet.
During the reign of the Empire the Emperor's Death star had destroyed his planet and most of his people. A good few had managed to escape the destruction but even that did not help to ease the pain of having one's home world destroyed for no other reason than because it could. Most wanted to appoint a senator to lead them but when Deathwatch stepped in they easily took charge and began training many to be the warriors that they were born to be.
They still had a council but they were now more military oriented than anything else. The rest of the galaxy saw them as wanderers with little to no power of their own to fight off any potential attacks. Oh how wrong they were. The Mandalorian's only showed the galaxy what they wanted them to see and hid their true strength and capabilities.
What the rest of the world saw was a bunch of floating colony ships with little to no defensive capabilities but those ships were a distraction to hide the Mandalorian's true power. During the Clone Wars and even during the Empire's reign all the way up until this time Deathwatch had been secretly stealing info and technology from every corner of the Galaxy no matter how small and insignificant it may seem. This lead to them discovering a few Seperatist bases that the Republic had never found including immense fleets of ships and even a second Malevolence that was at least twice as big as the first though it was half finished. Plus they found quite a few droid factories and began mass producing droids but only the commando droids as the other classes of droids were declared useless by the Mandalorians while the Commando droids had so much potential to be made better.
Along with these Deathwatch had found blueprints to various Republic ships and even some experimental gear that was never finished. Yet after a few years of work done by Mandalorian scientist it was safe to say the people of Mandalore were pretty much ahead of the game in the technology department. They had developed portable ray shielding for their people, more advanced weaponry, and even a new type of drug injected into the people to increase their lifespans immensely and even increase things such as healing and overall physical performance. The average Mandalorian could now live up to 2,000 years and still look to be in their mid fifties. Even so this was not enough for the Mandalorian people. They wanted a home to call their own without the Republic coming to dictate what they did. It was because of the Republic and the Jedi that Mandalore had become weak and had stopped the training of the finest warriors in the galaxy that even gave the entirety of the Jedi a run for their money in full out conflict.
And now their planet was gone. And where were these so called 'peacekeepers' when Mandalore needed them? Being killed left and right by the very troops they led.
Alren played all of this through his head as he gazed out into space. Today that would all change.
"Sir."
Turning his head slightly to stare behind him he saw a Mandalorian in full armor behind him standing at attention.
"We are ready to proceed with the plan on your command."
"Good. Patch me through to the rest of the fleet on an open channel. It is finally time to reclaim the might of Mandalore and leave the damned Republic behind once and for all." Said Alren as he to donned his helmet.
Looking outside he watched as many ships appeared out of hyperspace. A huge amalgamation of various ships of different make and design all with the single purpose of serving the Mandalorian race to whatever end. When all ships had arrived the fleet was now made up of over 80 Republic attack cruisers, 100 Seperatist Dreadnaught's, and 40 stealth ships. All of them surrounding his ship. It was almost an exact copy of the original Malevolence only this one was almost eight kilometers long and was a shining silver with the stmbol of Deathwatch proudly displayed on the side.
Taking one last look at his peoples fleet of ships he turns and walks over to the command table so that his message could be heard by the entire fleet.
"People of Mandalore today is the day we have been waiting for. For untold decade's our people have been repressed by those who serve the Republic! They tried to take away and destroy our proud heritage but we endured! The Jedi could not end us. The Empire could not end us. Not even the Force itself has been able to end our peoples heritage! Even so we can no longer remain in this galaxy or risk losing ourselves to them once more. So today we venture out beyond the Outer Rim and into the uncharted zones of the universe to find a knew home for our people to prosper. I do not know what we may encounter but what I do know is that we will take whatever the universe gives us and move forward into a grand age for our people!"
At the end of his speech Alren was greeted by the claps and cheers of his people giving him more confidence that what he was doing was truly the right thing. Walking back to his previous spot at the front of the ship he stares back out into space and orders his men to begin the jump to lightspeed.
"Commencing lightspeed jump in 3...2...1 jump!"
And just like that the people of Mandalore disappear from the Galaxy of the Republic never to be seen again.
As the ships travel through lightspeed Alren turns back to his men and begins ordering them to the cryotanks. He did not know how long the trip would be so during the trip his people would slumber while the droids on board dealt with the ships daily operations. While walking towards his own cryotank Alren looks over to a commando droid emblazoned with gold accents symbolizing it's rank as a commander droid that would run the ship in his place.
"SS-97 wake me should anything come up. Good bye for now my old friend." After receiving a nod and salute from the droid Alren steps into the pod and slowly feels himself drift off into a dreamless sleep waiting for the day his people would wake and claim their destiny.
It was another day for the Migrant Fleet as they slowly drifted through space. After losing their home world to their own creations the qurian race was cast adrift into space and secluded by the Council for creating the Geth. It was frustrating yes but there was nothing they could do so as a people they endured the seclusion of the other races and pressed on hoping for something better. Though on this day something would happen that would change not only the fate of the Wurian race but the of all the other races in the Galaxy.
"Uh sir we may have a problem." Spoke a quarian to the Captain of the ship which just so happened to be a scouting ship for the Flotilla.
Walking over the quarian male who commanded this particular ship looked at looked at his subordinate before asking what the problem was.
"Well it's just that we've picked up a strange signal that normally would be written off as nothing but its the direction that has me concerned as it seems to be heading straight for us."
Before the captain could speak a whole fleet of ships seemed to have appeared out of nowhere! Looking at the ships the Captain stared in fear at the fleet before him. While not as large as some other fleets it was the ships themselves that scared him. Nearly every single one of them was a dreadnaught class but his eyes were focused on just one that just so appeared to be leading this fleet of unknown ships. It was so large it made the largest of dreadnaughts look like small cruisers by comparison.
"Get me in contact with the Admiral's now!" Screamed the Captain after breaking from his stupor. Whoever these knew strangers were it was obvious they meant business.
Alren felt his sense return to him after what felt like forever. Forcing open his eyes he had to squint at first until they adjusted. Looking around he sees the other members of his crew slowly waking up as well or stretching out. Doing a few quick stretches himself he sees the doors open and see's SS-97 walk in flanked by two other commando droids.
"How long has it been SS? And why have you woken us?" Ask Alren wondering what could have brought the droid to wake not just him but his people as well from cryo sleep. Had they found a newplanet to inhabit?
"Sir, you and the others have been in cryo sleep for over four centuries. The reason we have woken you is because we are facing a large fleet of unknown ships and they are trying to contact us and we felt it was best for you to do so." Was the answer he received. Instantly Alren stance straightend as he played various outcomes that could happen from this first contact with an unfamiliar race.
"What have you learned of them so far?"
" They possess roughly 50,000 ships with the largest one being roughly the size of a Republic cruiser. We have hacked their systems and learned that the race is known as quarians who were driven from their home world by their own AI creations called the 'Geth.' They seem to have very weak immune systems and are constantly wearing a type of suit that helps them survive."
"What of their weapons and ship capabilities?"
"Their weapons use something called Mass Effect technology that is more like a modified form of old slugthrowing weapons. They also seem to use kinetic shielding and their ships fighting ability is minimal at best with most of them serving more as living quarters than actual fighting vessels. What are your orders sir?"
As everyone looked upon him waiting for his decision on what to do with these knew beings Alren was thinking over what was said about these 'quarians' and honestly felt a little sorry for them. They were not that different from his people in all honesty. Sure they were technologically inferior to his people but they could prove valuable allies in the future and they may have important knowledge of this new galaxy. Turning towards his subordinates Alren begins to give orders.
"I want the ships ready for battle but not to fire unless fired upon. Also get me Councilor Velirn, we have some knew 'allies' to greet after all."
With his orders given him and his troops move into position not knowing the repercussions their actions would have on the galaxy in the years to come.
Love it? Hate it? Review and/or PM me. Until then, Nicranger out!
