Disclaimer I do not own dreadnought or the mass effect series, and any writing i use here is simply what you came here to read, a fanfiction….Dreadnought is owned by greybox studios and Jager development, and mass effect by bioware.
Space
Our final frontier. At least, that was the dream.
In reality, it was our final mistake.
Long story short, we messed up. All those sci fi movies showing AI going crazy and turning on their masters….Well...that happened.
The Transhumans were our greatest creation. We had finally knocked on Gods front door and said "look at what i made"
in return
War.
War that raged for centuries.
They were peaceful at first, helping us colonize our own solar system with their ability to create and understand physics on a higher level than we could ever could. First Mars, then venus Io, Titan, and beyond….until neptune. We knew our creation was getting out of hand when they asked to have a moon of their own, a system for them to have sole control of. War was inevitable at that moment, so we did the only thing we could.
We struck preemptively.
and that was the beginning of the end.
You could say we were the aggressors, but you haven't seen horror until you watch a machine with exact knowledge of human anatomy slice a man in such a way that he stays alive but is in a level of pain so unbearable it's indescribable. War against them was the largest undertaking we as a species have collectively undertaken. The stereotype of rivalries set aside for the conflict became a real world event, if only temporarily. Super Corporations raced to mass fabricate combat vessels that we had all but forgotten about. 2 rose to the top, the third only arriving halfway through our campaign. The united States and her manufacturing giant, Jupiter arms, stood at the front lines with ships built for endurance and pure fear. Akula and her recently absorbed associate company, the civil contractor Vektor, ascended with the full support of the Russian federation.
The Pan colonial fleet was born, or PCF for short.
After many arduous losses, a new contractor rose from the ashes of those battles. Enter Oberon, the brainchild of religious enthusiasts who worshiped the transhumans for their technology. They salvaged pretty much every derelict vessel the enemy left behind, and made something new. Nanomachine tech made its first appearance, and that was the beginning of the newest line of ships, the Tac cruisers. Laser weaponry carrying these nanobots onto the hull of an allied or enemy ship would either molecularly eat away at them, or flash fabricate armor onto damaged parts. Litteral healer ships became our reality.
The battles were long, and many colonies were lost in the process, but we won, as far as we can tell.
One day they just….left.
Ships that they were building were left mid construction. Terraformers abandoned, whole fleets disappeared. We were alone to our own creation.
and that's when it fell apart.
All out war broke out between the 3 manufacturers, each acting as if they were the enemy all along.
Jupiter arms unleashed tartarus nuclear barrages halfway across the solar system just to hurt Akula merchant travel. Oberon went the way of old earth Japan, and became isolationist, preferring to perfect and repair the damaged transhuman tech they so adored. Humanity stayed like this, until the old nations of earth began a reclamation campaign. In the following decades, with insider influence, the respective nations of earth regained control of their rogue companies, and an uneasy alliance was formed between the 3 conglomerate superpowers of the United States, the Russian Federation, and the Eurasian supercollective. The solar system was at relative peace, until a discovery made on mars's surface would change everything.