Demon of the Void Winds (Dead)

by DeusExTranshuman

Tyrants are those that rule through Violence. Matriarchs are those that rule through nothing but influence and dropped hints. Both can hold power over the many, but only one will live long enough to truly enjoy it. A Galaxy far, far away has had a lot of Tyrants, it has withstood them all, now it has to deal with the attention of Matriarchs. Nothing will prepare them for this.

1. 1: Unfortunate Realities

Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is purely for recreational purposes.

AN: Ok, so... Here I am again. This is a rewrite of my old SW/ME Story that I decided to give a rehashing after I had a random idea and decided to give that a swing. Keep in mind that, for the ME background, I will be using the stuff produced by LogicalPremise for a number of reasons, mainly because it has more details in it, better context and is less vague than the utter Bullshit that Bioware has released. Still, hope you enjoy it. Here we go!

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"Ok... Let's run through everything I know." I spoke to myself as I looked down, staring into the drain of the sink I was currently holding as either hand gripped the sides of it. I didn't look up, my eyes focused down as I tried to think.

"I went to bed last night in my room, and then I woke up here, which is in the middle of God-knows where, and I have figured out that I am most definitely not dreaming this all up after having a few too many beers... Even though I don't really drink all that much." I added that last bit with a smirk as I took another breath, leaning back as I looked at myself in the mirror before me. The sight that I came to was not one I was familiar with, yet I knew it all the same, it was, after all, from a work of fiction that I was familiar with. I stood at around 183 centimetres tall with a female figure and skin that was most definitely blue rather than the cream-ish colour that I remember having before I woke up in some random apartment, looking at a clearly unfamiliar ceiling. To compound this, I was also having to deal with the fact that I seemed to know things that I never remember learning, things like higher degree-level molecular chemistry, xenobiology and other subjects that ranged far and wide. Next to that, I also seemed to have discovered that I now had to relearn how to see the world around me since I had acquired several new senses to interact with the world through. One of which made me easily able to see the live wires in the walls as silver lines along with the bio-electrical pulses through the individuals that were in the surrounding apartments, some of which were definitely not Human.

Still, as I took a breather and tried to make sense of things, I looked into the mirror again and grimaced as I looked at my own face.

The face of a motherfucking Asari!

XXX

Ok, so... I've finished my freakout after about an hour, accidentally discovering my Biotics in the process, grieved for the fact that I'm probably never going to see my old friends and family again, and finally gotten down to the brass tacks of the matter... After trashing the room I had woken up in for the better part of three hours.

Which was fucking exhausting, let me tell you.

Along the way, I had discovered my Omni-tool, which came into existence when I found myself staring at my own arm as it appeared and gently intoned that I apparently had a new message. I can honestly say that I thought that someone was being a jackass with that when I turned to the Omni-tool in question, knowing exactly how to use it, which was freaky as all hell, before opening the message.

Yep, the person, or being, that put me here was definitely a jackass of the highest calibre, not to mention a sadistic prick that should have gotten a fucking Shotgun shoved up his ass so far that you would be able to see the muzzle at the back of his throat, before pulling the trigger, splattering his brains over the ceiling.

"Dear Chief Victim." The message read. "I am writing to inform you that, if you haven't already worked it out, you are no longer in Kansas, or wherever your home was. I have, with supreme enjoyment, decided to throw a bit of chaos into the mix of events by taking you, Chief Victim, and planting you somewhere else to cause havoc. Honestly speaking, I don't really care what you do, this was more of a 'let's see what happens if I do this' deal, no real master plan at the end of this, I'm just looking for some cheap entertainment.

And I've got to say, so far, your little break down scene was a rather good bit of Saturday night drama, which I can confirm to be completely accurate. Yes, you will probably never see your old family again in any way, shape or form. Anyway, this will be my first, last, and only message to you, hopefully this should get the ball rolling on what kind of shit that you cause, but if nothing comes from it, then it doesn't really matter, I'm sure that I can find more cheap entertainment somewhere else.

Enjoy your new life. With Kind Regards, ROB."

I stared at the screen before me for a good minute after that before I calmly closed the Omni-tool down, stood from the chair I was sitting on and walked into the middle of the room.

Right before I exploded with a mixture of Biotic power and raw emotions as I tried, and failed, to suppress the heartache at my situation being so bluntly explained to me. It lasted a minute, where the room thankfully managed to hold itself together, before I exhausted myself and fell to the ground, tears draining from my eyes as I curled up into a ball and sobbed. My mind filled with images of people that I would never see again and my heart aching for it all the while.

If I ever got my hands on the fucker that trapped me here...

Well, I honestly didn't know what I was going to do, but I doubted that it would be clean, painless or leave behind anything that could be recognised as a body, let alone a corpse.

I was going to be thorough...

XXX

Waking up the next day, taking in the destruction of the room before sighing to myself, it wasn't a dream like I had hoped, it was very real. Looking around the room, I quickly got to moving things around, clearing the damaged bits from the ground before pilling everything up. My heart still ached and tears still flowed down my blue-skinned cheeks, but I pushed through that as I searched the apartment, a list of priorities filling my mind as I considered everything before looking at what I knew.

I knew that I was now an Asari rather than a Human Male; I knew that I now had a shit-load of information that had been dumped into my head; I knew that I had been ROB'd, but I didn't know where I was, nor did I know what I should expect in the world outside of the apartment, hence why I started searching the apartment for any tools, clues or information that might lead to me uncovering where the hell I was. During which, I managed to take a bit of time to examine myself in a bit more detail.

As I discovered before, I was an Asari that stood at 183 cenitmetres tall with the full head crests and light blue skin. Following this, I also had bright blue eyes, well proportioned features and various purple markings covering much of my face, reminding me of the markings worn by Tela Vasir in Mass Effect 2. Moving down from my face, I had looked over my body and discovered that, for one thing, I had a big pair of firm DD breasts sticking out of my chest, a thin waist and wide thighs, all covered well trained and tightly corded muscles that gave me a figure that would have left supermodels willing to sacrifice their firstborn for a chance at having something similar for a day. Also, judging by the various bits of information floating around my head, I found out that most of what Bioware had released about the Asari, in anything but the most general of terms, was nothing but utter Bullshit. It turned out that a favorite Author of mine, LogicalPremise, was actually more correct with his own little document-like works that I had read, showing more details and with a lot less bullshit.

Moving on from that, I looked at what I had found in the apartment that hadn't been utterly bashed to hell and back by my emotional meltdown, which was now at least a day ago as I looked over the haul that I had laid out on what remained of a small bed. Before me, I looked at a fully functional Hard suit that looked exactly like that of Tela Vasir's own one from Mass Effect 2, plus a collapsible, full head, and face, helmet that retracted into the neckline. Along with that, I found two M-6 Carnifex Heavy Pistols, a pair of M-12 Locust SMG, a single Mantis Sniper Rifle, an M-22 Eviscerator, and an M-96 Mattock Semi-Auto Assault Rifle, not to mention the various other bits and pieces ranging from a few dozen canisters of Medi-gel to over a dozen spare grenades, parts and other things like that. Honestly speaking, it was a rather nice hall, not to mention the fact that I also found a dozen packages of food and water that hadn't been utterly destroyed by my little tantrum. Always good to have some food, though for every package I found intact, I found another three that were being used to re-paint the walls in various colours ranging from white to green to brown and even a few purples. The water bottles that had been ruptured were also rather busy forming puddles on the ground or staining the wallpaper until it looked ready to peel off on its own.

Still, the fruits of four hours of searching was rather worth it as I quickly packed most of it into a duffle bag I had made using my Omni-tool, along with digging into one such package of food because I was hungry, before I sat down and considered what to do next.

"Ok... So I've got my basic essenials covered, weapons and armor to take care of myself, plus the knowledge to use them..." I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose for a moment in annoyance. "That still doesn't help me all that much since I don't even know where the hell I am..."

I had already checked my Omni-tool to see if I could access anything before finding that, in fact, there was a wireless network that I might have been able to access... If the software languages were in any way compatible with one another, let along the fact that it wasn't being translated into a language I recognised. Mostly it was coming up as gibberish as a screen filled with various values, letters and mathematical symbols, less than useless in other words. That left me with a few options, one of which was to try and use a Mind-meld with one of the other occupants of this apartment complex or try my luck and hope for the best. I felt like scoffing at the latter idea, a feeling of unease coming from carrying out, what was effectively, a leap of faith.

Sighing to myself once more, I quickly turned to my new senses as I looked around, looking for an apartment with a singular occupant that I might be able to get to easily as I glanced around, noting a single window as I looked out to see a dark street filled with an abyss, flying cars moving quickly within said abyss and the air filled with neon-like signs. I couldn't read any of them, but I hoped to change that soon.

Turning back to the task at hand, I closed my eyes and focused, looking around before smiling as a mental map of the world around me formed in my mind, showing me where everything was as I noted a dozen individuals around me before zooming in on one in particular. Said individual looked female from the look of it, but was currently alone in an apartment that was just ten metres to the left and two metres above my own one. From her figure, and the relative layout of her nervous system, I guessed that she was currently lying down, giving some credence to the idea that it was currently night time. I smiled at that as I quickly got moving.

Within five minutes, I had strapped the armor pieces on to my body before attaching the various weapons to the mag-clamps around the body armor, watching them fold up into place with some small amount of amusement before turning back to other matters. Calling my Omni-tool once more, I activated it's fabrication function and got to work on one more item before I was ready to leave.

It was a Trench coat, black in colour and with a zipper that could go completely up from my ankles, where the coat stopped, all the way up to the high collar that stopped just shy of the bottom of my nose, added to this was a single hood that was attached to the back of my neck. Looking outside, I could easily see that it was dark, meaning that being able to fade away into said darkness would be my only way to disappear after leaving this place, something I fully planned to do. Once the coat was fully fabricated, a process that took less than a few minutes, I put it on over my armor while only zipping it down to my waist, allowing me to be able to reach into my coat and pull out any of the weapons around my waist. With that complete, I slung my duffle bag over my shoulder before walking over to the exit of the apartment.

The door itself was mechanical, an electronic system that was supposed to cause it to open at the press of a button. However, the only problem with that was that the one I was in currently didn't have any power running through it, I couldn't see any lines of energy, so that meant that I would need to open it the 'old' fashioned way. I slight smile came over my face at that, even hidden by the hood and helmet, a slight gesture, a flare of dark blue and the door found itself being forced back, sliding along it's rails before retracting into the wall as I stepped out into the corridor beyond. Another Biotic Pull and the door was back in place and no one would be the wiser, though, not before I got a look and saw where the locking bolts on the door were, the ones on my had been removed, but it was easy to see where they were with the help of a bit of Biotics to feel where any gaps in the metal work was by applying a light Throw to all sides.

As the door slide shut, I took note of a single sign that had been attached to the door, alien symbols covering it and spelling something out, a message of one kind or another. I had no idea what it meant, but I took a quick picture with my Omni-tool before I turned and walked away, heading towards the end of the corridor where I felt a large amount of electricity flowing from.

A minute later, I soon found myself looking at a single elevator, but I saw no stairs that I could use, though I made no bones about it as I called the elevator and waited for it to come. I used my newly acquired Electro-reception to ensure the elevator was empty as it approached, feeling the electronics within the machine and the lack of any organic signature that I could make out. When the elevator arrived, I smiled when I saw it was empty before climbing in and looking at the symbols on it, seeing them arranged in four rows of fifteen before I noted one that was highlighted in a green square, I assumed that was the ground floor before I saw another one, this one illuminated by a white light. The symbol on it was the same as the one I saw on the door outside before I decided to go out on a limb and press the button directly above the one that was lit up, assuming that this would either get me to the floor I wished for, or it would take me higher.

The doors closed to the elevator and, a moment later, I felt it rise before shooting passed my target and leaving me three floors above her. I smirked at that as I pressed what I believed to be the correct floor, going back down three floors to arrive at the right place. The doors opened with a ding before I stepped out of the elevator, not bothering to look around as I had already checked that no one was present before moving along the corridor before I glanced at the door I was looking for. I smiled under my helmet as I approached the door and smiled even further when a subtle application of my Biotics forced the locking bolts to open, a moment later, the door slide open before I closed it behind me, being sure not to disturb anything as I walked through the apartment.

Looking around, the place was rather nicely decorated, a modest place, but certainly homey as I looked at it before moving on, opening a door where I found the sleeping form of my target. She was lying in a bed, alone, and I could easily make out her figure through the thin blanket, walking to the side of the bed, I reached out to begin a meld before stopping as I noticed something.

For one thing, the woman had bright green skin, for another, she had cone-like ears sticking out from either side of her head and two tail-like appendages sticking out from the back of her head. I recognised what she was rather quickly as I suddenly felt like banging my head against a wall, but resisted for the moment before I reached back out.

She was a fucking Twi'lek, leading me to conclude that I was, apparently, in the Star Wars universe.

"Great... Just fucking great..." I muttered to myself, glad that the helmet was soundproof as I continued to reach out before making contact with her skin. I saw the woman flinch slight at the temperature difference between my armored glove and her own body, but that hardly mattered.

"Embrace Eternity." I muttered, the phrase working as a kind of focus for a meld as everything seemed to disappear in a flood of sensation as I forced it under control, bringing my awareness to bear before I allowed myself to continue. I felt myself and the woman before me, I felt a connection formed and I felt the distinction between the two of us, I even felt the dull nature of her presence within the meld, dulled with unconsciousness as I noted that before moving on. I felt my lips curve slightly at the moment as I pressed forwards, slipping my own mental presence into her own mind as I moved inwards, feeling dulled thoughts and feelings spiraling around like water flowing down a drain. It was interesting to both see and experience as I followed both my own understanding and newly acquired knowledge on how to use a meld before I came to my final prize.

Information, specifically, information about the language, cultural norms and routines of what this individual went about. The reason I wanted this information was simple, it was a method of fitting in, of disguising myself in a way that would let me keep a low-profile until I wished to move openly. And that, depending on what the date was, would not be for a long time.

Finally finding what I was looking for, I grasped it, pulling a copy of that knowledge into myself, but not before leaving something behind, a single mental compulsion to ensure that my tracks were covered, to check the front door for repairs, fabricate a suitable cover story and not to reveal my involvement in the night's events. It wasn't anything special, with it disappearing once all conditions were meet, but it would get the job done, admittedly, it wasn't very subtle, but I didn't have any practice in doing this, I just knew what I wanted and focused on that.

I blinked a few times as I returned to the waking world, standing over the Twi'lek once more before I glanced around before nodding, a moment later, I opened my Omni-tool, revealing the picture of the sign on the door of the now destroyed apartment that I had been in.

Apartment undergoing renovation. Please keep out.

I smiled at that as I turned around and left the room, leaving the still sleeping being behind me as I used my Biotics to, once more, open and close the door behind me before I turned around and left, heading for the elevator so as to get out of the apartment block. As I walked, I couldn't help the smile that crawled it's way on to my face, I had all the information that I needed, now I just had to decide how to apply that information. However, the true golden nugget in it all was the date that I had found, or, more accurately, the year.

It was twenty years after the Russan Reformation, otherwise known as 980 BBY, before the battle of Yavin. I smirked at that, I was an Asari, I could live for, probably, well over a thousand years if I was careful about it, not to mention the simple fact that I had one hell of an info dump. However, I knew that information was useless without the experience to apply it and refine it, both into knowledge and skills that could be used.

Thankfully, time seemed to be on my side.

XXX

Finding somewhere to hide in the deep levels of Coruscant was rather easy, once you got deep enough, the place literally turned into a rather good likeness of an abandoned ruin from some sci-fi show about something or other. Rusted metal walls were easy to spot along with dozens of creatures that lurked around. Some of which didn't mind eating people if it meant that they could get a free meal with as little work as possible.

Thankfully, I was nowhere near as deep as that, I was only 83 levels below the surface of the city-planet, but that was more than enough as it got dark down at that level easily unless the sun was shining directly down the access chutes, and you lived nearby. Mind you, that only happened for about thirty minutes each day, and only at the equator, other access points were usually lucky to get five minutes of sunshine. Honestly, I didn't care, but it was interesting stuff to be aware of, and a good way of denoting where I was and the visual identifier for when noon was. Then again, I could easily see the sun light coming through one of the massive access chutes from the surface since the new place I was using as a temporary safe house was right at the edge of the rather large hole that went down kilometres into the city-planet.

The fact that it was a long way down went without saying.

Still, moving on, I considered what I should, and could, do. Darth Bane, if I remembered correctly, was already dead by this point, killed by his Apprentice, Darth Zannah, in a duel on Ambria. The next major, or known, conflict that I could remember was the Dark Jedi conflict that took place in 188 BBY to 181 BBY, a long way off. However, I had no idea about anything that would happen between then and now, meaning that I could be blindsided by what happens next just like any other person. Still, I had some advantages over normal people, one was my knowledge of a dozen fields that allowed me to act as a reasonable expert in each of said fields. Another was my Biotics and the last ability was the simple fact that I could disappear into the underworld of a given planet rather easily, the only difficult part was staying hidden since, as the only Asari in Star Wars, I was both unique and easily identifiable. I'd need to keep that in mind unless I found a method of concealing myself, I remembered that an illegal company sold something called 'Flesh Camouflage' on the Black Market, but I had my doubts as to whether it was available for purchase yet, let alone whether it had even been made yet.

I groaned as I hit the bed of the stolen apartment, a quick Meld with the owner of the entire block and I had this room for the next few days with him, a male Human, believing that it wasn't in use even if he saw me enter and leave it. The compulsion was still rather clumsy, but I thought it was better than what I had done to the other Twi'lek I had run into.

Regardless, I could plan for the future later. Right now, I wanted to sleep, spend some time going over the information that I had acquired and try to make sense of everything I had been through in the last few hours.

I fell asleep, in full armor, as soon as my back hit the bed of the apartment.

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AN: Ok, so that was chapter 1, hope you enjoyed it. Keep in mind that constructive criticism is welcome, and I will try and take feedback on board. Also, I will be posting two more chapters with this, so keep an eye out for them. Enjoy!