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WARNING: I can suffer serious writer's block from time to time so I apologise to anyone who may follow my updates.
The twisted and ever-changing realm of The Warp is a home to many entities. All sentient beings are sub-consciously aware of this though few acknowledge it. Deep in the roiling currents of the Immaterium one such entity began to stir though it was...different from the rest. He served though his masters did not inhabit the Realm of Chaos, nor was it made of the same energies that fuelled the Empyrean. He had been many things in the past: Dovahkiin, Dragon Rider, Astartes. All of which had brought him great pain: Banishment from his homeworld of Nirn, the death and consumption of his dragon, the destruction of his physical form and the loss of his Legion.
Why can't I simply die?
All his life spent in service to Aedra and Daedra only to find out that he'd become like them. The mortal existence that he fought so fanatically in the name of, was naught but a lie. But he was not in Aetherius or Oblivion. This was the domain of his greatest foes and they had won. They had lured him away from his home and revealed his true immortal nature and by the decree of Akatosh he could never return. He formed a bond with a dragon, his own soul altering the nature of both involved, granting him enhanced physical abilities and her the gift of The Voice. His nature caused the others to see him as an abomination. He cared not for had found true happiness. They destroyed her body and he consumed her soul. Gripped in the madness of grief and vengeance he laid waste to all before him. Then came a new calling. He submitted himself to the the gene-engineers of Terra, his body augmented his DNA extracted for others and became the first Primarch with no ties to the newly formed Imperium of Man. For over a century he fought in The Great Crusade his existence and that of his Legion know only to a few. Then came the Horus Heresy and the Battle of Eternity's Gate. He fell, his Legion abandoned the Imperium in search for him and here he was. Forever tormented by the mockeries of daemons and the memories of his failures. He was defeated.
No.
His Dragon Soul rebelled. He was a Child of Akatosh. He was made to dominate and would not bow down and succumb to others.
The daemons noticed something was not right with their latest plaything.
He saw a new galaxy. A place where the influence of Chaos was all but non-existent. Somewhere he could return. His instinctive wander-lust began to rise, anticipating the prospect of new adventures.
The daemons began to approach warily.
He saw a great force of destruction encroaching this new galaxy. His Asartes Honour demanded that this galaxy be defended.
The daemons became fearfull.
He hear a...name? Shepard. Perhaps this individual could aid him. Finally he could oppose the cruel whims of fate. As began to tear down the barriers between worlds his Rider's Bond cried out for vengeance.
The daemons scattered.
Year 2183
Eden Prime
Commander Jane Shepard was beginning to question why the Illusive Man had sent her to this place. The young but veteran sentinel felt a pang of sentimentality being here. Two years since the hunt for Saren and the geth and it all began here. Where she first began to form a bond with those that stood beside her. Forged in duty, tempered in battle. She remembered Kaidan and how she had left him to die. Two years past and the decision still weighed heavily. She could not help but wander how Ashley was faring.
There were considerably more Alliance marines than last time and while the people of this world saw Shepard as a hero, the marines were clearly uncomfortable with here presence or, more likely, her ties with Cerberus. Once again she hated the fact that Miranda insisted on coming, that the Illusive Man told them to investigate some very strange anomaly on Eden Prime and that she had to "report on any progress that that you might make."
Progress that I might make?
Sometimes Shepard struggled to put up with how much of an arrogant bitch Miranda could be sometimes. Jane was certain that Miranda was a good person but to Shepard she possessed a little too much confidence in her own "genetic superiority" and a little to much faith in Cerberus. However the presence of Garrus Vakarian did a great deal to ease the fiery redhead's mood. Even still something did not seem right and wasn't just the sentimentality of the planet.
"I don't like it" said the scarred turian giving voice to Shepards thoughts. "All the civvies look afraid and the guards are all on high alert."
"Do you think we're the ones causing this commotion?" asked Miranda.
"I don't think so" replied Shepard "a lot of the people here seem genuinely relieved at our arrival."
As if on que a rather agitated looking asari maiden rushed towards with an entourage of Alliance soldiers.
"Dr Kashya Elvaris" the asari spoke "thank the Goddess your here Spectre"
"What's the situation?" inquired Shepard as calmly as she could, though this whole atmosphere somewhat unnerved her.
"We...we don't know" replied Kashya nervously "There was this storm that was completely unnatural and then...he just fell out of the sky!"
"Wait a minute" replied Miranda sceptically "did you say "he" fell out of the sky?"
"Was anybody hurt?" Shepard cut in quickly before they came off point. They could worry about details later.
"No! Not yet anyway..." the doctor trailed off deep in thought "I think it might be best if I showed you."
The trio followed the asari a short distance to an off limits area. Here, surrounding what appeared to be an asteroid impact crater were multiple gun emplacements and marines all of whom were aiming their weapons over the lip of the massive crater. The asari stopped and wordlessly pointed at the scene.
Shepard slowly peered into the centre of the crater and gasped. There stood the most imposing figure Shepard had ever laid eyes upon. There was no doubt over who would come out on top if hostilities took place. The Alliance marines would be slaughtered.
