Welcome one and all to the sequel to my previous Skyrim/ME crossover, Guns and Swords. If you have not read that story yet, I highly recommend that you do, as although it is not necessary to understand this story, it would be greatly helpful to you and would offer you a larger understanding of the world and situation that this story is set in.
Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!
The ground beneath the Argonian's feet felt strange. It seemed like it had been centuries since she had last stood upon it, when in reality it had been a mere six months. Those months had flown by, full of excitement, discovery, and adventure. She had saved the universe by the side of one of the galaxy's finest from a danger she would not have been able to conceive of on her own.
She had seen what lay beyond the pitiful skies of her world and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get that out of her head.
There was so much more out there. So much besides this place called "Skyrim", or this world named "Nirn".
And yet, it had all been stripped away in a matter of seconds.
Few people of that new world really accepted her outside of the crew; most thought she was too "uncultured" or "barbaric" to be travelling on the Normandy. Behind her back, or so they thought, they called her the "Heathen of the Stars."
Her tale had spread wide and far, how Commander Shepard had brought back a strange and powerful alien from the world she had been stranded on for several months. An alien of a race that hadn't even tried to reach the stars, that was many, many years away from ever reaching them. An alien of a race whose homeworld was still torn by petty wars and conflicts well below the rest of the galaxy.
They were just looking for an opportunity to send Analyn back where she came from.
That opportunity was granted as soon as Shepard was killed in the destruction of the Normandy. As quick as they could, the Alliance shipped her back to Nirn without so much as a "thanks" or "nice knowing you".
Kaidan vouched for her, but it did no good. They all faced their own problems after Shepard's death, and everything the crew could do wasn't enough. Analyn had been granted quick farewells with all of them, then she was gone.
And now she stood back in her home. The land she had known for so much of her life now made impossibly meaningless by what she had experienced in a fraction of the time she had spent here.
With a snarl, she kicked the ground in frustration. What was her purpose? Nothing she ever did on this world would have any real effect.
She screamed her emptiness into the cool night air.
Only the soft sounds of the night responded.
What was she doing. This wasn't helping.
The Argonian filled her lungs with that calm air, and puffed it back out.
She hadn't realized just how much of herself she had tied up in her new companions.
Again she took a deep breath.
She would find her meaning again. She had done it before; she could do it again.
Turning towards the silhouette of Whiterun on the horizon, she started walking.