Draconia: our home. A world once riddled in strife and conflict, torn apart by the machinations of one, now filled with hope and peace. A world filled with so much horror and death, now reborn with beauty and life. A world which we help grow and develop in an attempt to forget about the dark age that plagued it before, and to further protect from future evils.
Draconia…oh how you have changed.
The defeat of Malefor and the rebirth of our world signaled a new age for dragonkind. Emerging from the shelters, we found ourselves in a new world ripe for development. The land has changed greatly, as the landmarks that were once a sign of our conflict no longer existed. Draconia was reborn, and we saw it as a sign that a new age has come to our world.
We first sent scouts to explore the land, to find new places to settle alongside finding and reconnecting with the rest of our kind. It didn't take that long to find the other refugees, and when we did, we started to rebuild. Soon, we started to call ourselves by different titles based upon our environment and ideas, which in turn brought about a new system of how to manage our world.
In the beginning, there were only five dragon clans, each controlling a part of the continent. These clans were the Artisans, Peace Keepers, Magic Crafters, Beast Makers, and Dream Weavers. Each land they controlled was called a realm, and so we simply called our continent the Dragon Realms. No one complained about the name, no one came up with better ideas.
As the ages progressed, two more clans formed: the Aquifers, and the Machinists. The Aquifers were water dragons who seeked shelter in the vast oceans around the Dragon Realms, creating underwater cities and patrolling the water ways to keep them safe. The Machinists on the other hand were electric dragons, who primarily wanted to advance our technology. Seven dragon clans, all working together.
However, our peace wouldn't last for long. One day, a traveler came to the Dragon Realms through a run-down ship. This traveler was a green creature by the name of Gnasty Gnorc, who proceeded to claim the land for his own. However, his lack of intelligence made him easy to be subdued, and after putting up with him for years, the clans agreed to banish Gnasty Gnorc to a junk-yard owned by the Machinists, where he wouldn't do any harm.
Or so we thought. The clans saw him as no threat, even though it was clear that he was stealing gems and using a spell to turn them into warriors. The Dragon Realms ignored him, until finally he had a reason to attack. Using a spell, Gnasty Gnorc turned any dragon he could see into crystal, immobilizing them where they stood. With no dragons to stop him, Gnasty Gnorc easily invaded the Dragon Realms, stealing our gems and dragon eggs.
Thankfully though, he missed two dragons. Spyro and Cynder, who were out to find other lands, returned home to witness Gnasty's invasion. Together, the two dragons fought Gnasty Gnorc's forces, and pushed him back his junkyard, where he was finally defeated. Any gems or eggs that were stolen were recovered, and the dragon race was freed. We learned a lesson then, that darkness still lingered, and that any possible threat shouldn't be ignored.
A year later, in the far off land of Avalar, an attempt to create proper portal technology lead the land being invaded by a man by the name of Ripto. With magic at his disposal, he quickly conquered the land while causing more problems. Spyro and Cynder were brought to Avalar by its people, discovering what happened to races like the Cheetahs and the Moles, but also to discover that war still plagued the lands. The two dragons proceeded to go to each settlement, solving the land's problems before finally defeating Ripto. Avalar and the Dragon Realms became allies, and soon our technology grew even more thanks to the mole that was simply called The Professor.
The next few years were filled with problems for the world. Our dragon eggs were stolen yet again by the Sorceroress who ruled the Forgotten Realms, our land was endangered thanks to the traitor Red and the dark crystals. But each time, we managed to fend them off and bring peace back to the lands. Each conflict made us grow closer than ever while bringing peace to our world, until we finally managed to leave our world and to explore the void beyond.
Thanks to the Machinists and the moles of Avalar, we dragons left our world to explore space and our solar system. We first went to the moon, and then we went to a distant red planet that we called Pyrus. We found evidence of possible life there, and later, we soon found the evidence of an ancient alien civilization, and with it, the technology that helped us advance and expand. Draconia became united then, and soon we called ourselves the Draconian Alliance.
We found the Mass Relays that was left behind, allowing our race to push outward with great speed. We colonized distant worlds, linking them together through portal technology to close the gap. Our race grew and grew alongside many others, and soon we thought we could figure out the mysteries that lied in our universe. It was truly the Golden Age for us, but we kept in mind that there will always be threats ahead of us, as we soon would find out.
My name is Ignitus, and I am the Chronicler for Draconian Alliance.
Chapter 1: First Contact
The Void, in all words was a mysterious place. It was nothing but endless darkness, with small lights, stars, being the only light source. Each stars had new worlds to explore, but the sheer distance to them made it difficult to travel to them. There was always a sense of uncertainty, as danger could show up at any moment, but at the same time was the thought of exploration and establishing relations among those who traveled it. It was both beautiful, and dangerous.
Dragonkind and the other races of Draconia expanded quickly in the last many years. Colonies were established on new worlds in the Void, connected by the portal system that is maintained by the moles and Mechanists. The Mass Relay system, left behind by the Protheans, allowed further expansion, and research into better FTL methods made sure that the Draconian Alliance wouldn't always rely on the relays. Over 200 colonies existed now, and still they expanded.
It was now the year 2157, almost 600 years following the rebirth of Draconia and the founding of the Dragon Realms. The newest colony, Shanxi, was still in its early stages of colonization while the DA's military, primarily the 13th Scouting Regiment, patrolled the nearby Mass Relay. It was agreed by the council that all relays would be properly guarded before activation, just in case something comes out of them.
Which is why he was here, Captain Regias thought to himself. He was a dark blue ice dragon with silver underscales and curved ram-like horns. Much like other ice dragons, he gained spikes on his cheeks and shoulders when he became an adult 50 years ago. Though technically, he was over 200 years old now.
"Sir nothing is gonna be coming through the relay. We've been out here for over a week." A female voice coming from from all around him said with a mostly bored tone.
Regias couldn't help but roll his eyes. Out of all the AIs the Flight of Hope could have, it had to have the one with a short attention span. She was good at doing her job, yes, but when she wasn't doing it, usually this happens.
The AI was named Jura. She was based on the brain of a young purple dragoness prodigy that wasn't known for being able to stay still. "Don't give me that look Regias." The main viewer stopped showing the relay as the face of a hornless purple dragoness appeared. She had a rather annoyed look on her face.
Regias frowned as her face appeared on the view. Did she have to render herself fully all the time? "You know the protocols, Jura. We stand guard to make sure that nothing comes out of the relay when it opens. If nothing comes out, we send a few probes in. And if those probes are destroyed, then we have to rally the fleet, get the research ships to safety, warn the rest of the fleet, and engage the enemy."
"37 relays have been opened and only 1 of them have had another race behind it and they were benevolent." Jura countered. "It is not like something bad is gonna happen this time."
"Races." Regias corrected, "And they weren't a space faring civilization until we showed up."
"Still the probability of there being hostiles on the other side of this time is pretty small." She said crossing her forearms.
He shook his head, "You're the AI. You should know the chances." He said.
"Well I still think nothing is gonna happen." She said. She knew the probability was nearly to 35-50% due to how little of the galaxy they have explored so far. She was still entitled to her opinion.
Suddenly, a beep was heard from the screen. While Jura was still hogging the computer screen, thankfully it didn't prevent audio communications from coming through, as well as notifications that would display the source. The transmission was from one of the research ships, primarily the one that was working on activating the relay.
"Captain Regias, this is the Foresight." A voice said, a younger male by the sound of it, "We are going to activate the relay. We just found the activation code, right where it normally is."
Jura didn't say anything as her face disappeared returning the viewer to normal. She went to work prepping the Flight of Hope for relay travel. "Engines, shields, weapons, power, navigation and the coffee machine are working at 100%. We are go for relay jump when it is time, Captain."
Regias nodded, "Very well." He said, "Activate it."
"Very well activating Mr Espresso." She said. The ship's mess hall's public coffee machine started making coffee. She chuckled and added. "Also the relay is activating just in case you forgot."
Regias rolled his eyes, but he turned his gaze to the relay. The discs that stood still in the center of it slowly started to rotate as the element zero that surged throughout the ancient machine flowed and formed in the center. It took only five minutes for the relay to be fully activated, as the research ships quickly moved out of the way to avoid unintentionally being shot to another part of the galaxy.
"Relay activated. No internal damage or anything," The researcher said, "We are ready to send probes through now."
"Sending my echoes out to the primary probe now." Jura flashed copied her data patterns and imprinted onto the probe. Within a second, the probe responded to the Flight of Hope. A distorted version of Jura's voice could be heard. "Echo implanted. I'm to explore the other side."
Regias smiled, "Good. Send them out now." He said. Within moments, a few probes were launched from the Flight of Hope, darting to the relay. Once they came close to it, the code was sent, and a streak of lightning shooting out from the relay and hitting the probes before they were shot out of the system to another part of the galaxy in a beam of light.
The probes came to a halt as they reached the target. They began scanning the surrounding area. After it seemed that everything was green, they began compiling the scan results. The primary Jura echo began copying itself to implant into the other probes so they could do a more efficient scan of the area.
Regias meanwhile waited for results. It shouldn't' be that long to scan the system before the fleet would be able to move forward, he thought. When it came to finding new races, either they are friendly or hostile. He hoped it was the former, yet he had a gut feeling that this time was different. They found nothing hostile yet...so they were due to find something.
"Scan compilation of at 50%." The prime echo thought to itself as it started compiling data from its sibling probes as they spreaded out to enhance their scanning capability via entanglement of energy.
"How are we doing so far?" Regias asked the AI.
"Nothing yet. I'm guessing the echoes are wanting to impress us before they burn out." Jura stated. She was so sure herself. The AI would have been biting her lip if she was rendering herself at the moment.
"Scan report fully complied. Transmitting now. All units prime FTL drives for full system scan." The probe activated the relay as it sent its payload containing its data into it sending it back to the fleet. All probes began charging their system for full system scan after the payload was securely sent.
The payload arrived in Shanxi as Jura stated. "Payload package received. Data is being downloaded now." She pause for a sec and continued. "Initial scans show the area around the relay is secure but I recommend they finish their once over of the system before they break down fully."
"Very well," Regias nodded, "Keep me up to date with the status of the information." Maybe his gut was wrong…
"Understood sir." He said as she began decoding the data and organizing them into the ship's long term data storage and sent copies to the fleet and shanxi.
The probes now were fully charge. Their FTL wasn't based on the mass effect. They were based on ripples within the aether that had been known to dragonkind for eons to go superluminal. One by one probes shot forward as they were dragged by mini etheric explosion pulling on anything their way that as attuned them.
So far everything seemed normal as the probes would move forward through the solar system, as Jura would notice. Moments would pass as they soon arrived to the next part of the system and started their scans. This continued on for a while, at least, until she unexpectedly lost a probe.
Jura wasn't shocked by one of the probes going out. Any number of things can cause a single probe to die. She continued shifting through the incoming data, thinking nothing of it. A minute later, another one was lost. Perhaps there was a meteor shower in the system or something.
However, the rate soon picked up. A mere 10 seconds after the loss of the second probe, the third was destroyed. Not even a minute after, the fourth was gone, leaving only the fifth. And just as fast as it started, it ended as the fifth was destroyed. Something wasn't right...there was no way they would all be lost as quickly…..unless….
"Red Alert! All probes lost within a short timespan! Repeat all probes lost! Prepare for anything." She roared through every speaker on Flight of Hope. She momentarily took over the ship systems jumpstarting the shift to battle preparedness.
A small rendered version of her form appeared on Regias screen for a sec saying. "Don't say you told me so."
Regias shook his head, "I am tempted." He smirked for a moment, before his expression became dire and serious, "Alright! Battlestations everyone! Notify the research ships to head back to Shanxi immediately. Jura, send a transmission to the rest of the fleet and let them know to get their weapons revved up."
"The AIs of the other ship have been informed and are debriefing their captain." She said to him. Just like she said the fleet began charging weapons.
Regias sighed, "And give me that cup of coffee while you're at it." He said.
She giggled and said "The mess has been informed. 2 tons of a coffee is ready for consumption by the organic crew members."
"Captain Regias, this is the Foresight. We are sending you the data from the relay now. We hope it helps your forces out. Good luck, and may the Ancestors guide you."
"Copy that Foresight." Regias nodded, "Jura, get that information up on the monitor now. If anything is coming through, track it, give me estimates of when it will get here, and notify me if something is coming through."
"Roger sir." She said as her image saluted and gained a uniform before it went away. She created an echo. "What is to be done mistress." It said. "Monitor the relay. Alert me if something is coming through."
"It shall be done." She said getting to work. Jura went to work getting weapons and shields up and started bringing defensive and offensive battle information into tactical.
Regias nodded, "Good." He said, "Also notify Alliance command. Let them know of what just happened and give them a heads up that we might need reinforcements."
"Notification sent." She said. Just as she did a dragon rushed onto the bridge carrying what looked liked a cup that could hold over 128 oz of coffee. Jura has specified that volume would be what the captain needed for what was potentially coming. "Here is your coffee captain." He said placing it next to Regias.
"Good." He said, taking it and placing it on the counter near him before he picked it up and took a sip, "Going to be one hell of a day."
The echo noticed something in transit via the relay. It quickly informed Jura about this. She appeared to Regias. "Captain the echo I assigned to monitor the relay has informed me something is coming through and it is only a couple minutes from emerging."
He frowned, "How many used it?"
"15." She said. "Unknown classification."
"So we'll be even in terms of fleet size." Regias realized, "However that doesn't mean we don't know their firepower.."
"The probability that they have mass effect capable vessels is 89% certainty. 0.01% chance that they are completely based on it however." She said.
Regias frowned, "How good do you think our shields are if we are dealing with someone who uses mass effect?" He asked.
"With current weapons available factored in, we have a 95% chance of a handling a constant barrage of mass effect accelerators for a decent amount of time." She stated.
"So we will just have to outlast them until the fleet arrives to chase them off. Give them a few bloody noses in the meantime." He surmised, "Which means we will have to use the ship's special abilities at times."
"Yes sir. The fleet is being alerted to be ready to entangle shields at a moment's notice." She replied.
He smirked, "Well, that is probably one thing we have an advantage in." His expression soon dropped though as soon as he saw a beam of light by the relay as a ship dropped out. It was smaller than their own, yet he could tell that it was made more for fighting. Following it were 14 more ships, each ranging in design and size, but still smaller than their ships, more specifically the Flight of Hope. He took a sip of his coffee then, grimacing.
"Well isn't that underwhelming." Jura deadpanned. "Predictions between me and the other AIs is that those ships most likely are of the same classification as us. The reduced size of their ships could simply mean they are bipeds."
Regias raised a brow, "Bipeds?" There were only a few bipedal races within the DA. The cheetahs from Draconia were one, while most of the races of the planet Jura mentioned before, simply known as the Skylands, also were bipedal in a case.
"Sir we aren't exactly a compact species." She deadpanned again.
"I am aware." He said, glancing over the crew. While dragons were a majority, he knew there were other races aboard. Cheetahs were good with handling weapons, and moles were good with engineering. The races each had their own unique talents, though it was the dragons who were the most capable thanks to their elemental affinity.
"Sir!" A yellow electric dragon cried out, "Energy build up from the other fleet! They are charging their weapons!"
Regias growled, "Either they just received commands or recovered from their shock. All forces, shields up and brace for impact!" He shouted out.
Right as he said that, the invading fleet unleashed a barrage at the Alliance's fleet. The mass accelerators they had increased the speed of the projectiles, turning them into a deadly weapon. Whoever the attackers were wanted to try to end things quickly, however they would be in for a surprise as the rounds hit a blue bubble that surrounded each ship. The bubble waved with each impact like water, before it faded away once the barrage stopped.
"Status!?" Regias shouted.
"Just as predicted! Shields are holding. Why does it seemed everything out of my mouth today is coming true?" She responded.
"Well we did calibrate the shields according to mass accelerators…" Regias growled, "...but now its our turn. Deploy Legionnaires!"
Each ship was armed with the necessary firepower to hold against enemy forces. While they never encountered threats, they never were stupid enough to assume there weren't any. Out of these weapons were Legionnaire Missiles, which did one thing well, and that was make sure it couldn't be taken down easily.
With Regias's orders, the Flight of Hope and the rest of the fleet opened fire with a barrage of these missiles. Each one shot out to the enemy fleet, picking up speed as the thrusters did their job. The fleet wouldn't falter though, as soon a series of lasers would shoot out of the ships to target the missiles. It seemed as though they used a laser defense system, Regias thought.
But the defense system was in vain once they hit the target. The missiles that were hit opened up without warning, unleashing smaller missiles as the larger missile that transported them was destroyed. The missile defense systems tried their best to stop them, but with each missile destroyed, dozens took their place. Regias smirked in triumph as the space in front of him lit up as the missiles hit their targets, exploding in a fiery explosion upon impact.
"Enemy defenses indicated intense thermal buildup in the lasers." Jura chimed in. "If we continue the spam attack it could leave them vulnerable. Unless they have something else up in their arsenal."
"What about their shields?" He asked. Watching from the view screen, even though the missiles hit, the ship's shields were still holding.
"You won't believe this. They are mass effect based. They are just kinetic barriers." She said.
He frowned, "So their shields held since the missiles are kinect based." He sighed.
"Enemy is deploying small fighter crafts." A crewmember shouted out, "They are heading to the Flight of Hope."
"Then we best intercept them. Jura, you got the drones. Take them down." He ordered, "And keep the fire going. Reload our missile launches and fire on my command!"
"Sir I have a better idea. We use a triple elemental blast composed of fire, water, and electricity the resulting plasma stream would be effective against their kinetic barriers. No need to reveal the more powerful stuff." Jura suggested.
Regias thought a moment, before he nodded, "Very well. Make it so." He said, "We still need to take down those fighters though."
"Understood sir" Jura launched several of the expendable drones. They had no power source and were simple supercharged with enough energy to attack the enemy fighters via a kamikaze run. The beam weapon began preparing to fire as Jura said. "Drones away and beam is charging."
"They probably never seen an elemental beam weapon if their technology is based on mass effect." He thought out loud, "Either it makes them turn tail and run, or pisses them off more."
"Most likely." She said. "Beam is charged enough if you don't mind getting closer to the ship. About 2 more minutes of a charging is required to start firing from this distance."
"2 more minutes is enough." He said, "Our shields can take a beating from their mass accelerators, and the drones are doing well against their fighters."
The enemy fighters were having a hard time trying to avoid the drones, but those that did soon were able to shoot missiles at one of the ships in the fleet. The shields reverberated as the missiles exploded, but it wasn't an average explosion. Regias noticed this, as though the shields held, he wondered what was stored in the enemy's warheads.
"Jura, what exactly is in their warheads?" He asked.
"Element Zero. The warheads cause massive fluctuations in the mass of enemy's ship causing them to destabilize. They would be pretty powerful against a mass effect based ship." She chuckled. "Unfortunately for them, we are not."
"So they rely on mass effect." He said, "Good for us that they can't take us down as easily, but we haven't exactly tested our weapons out against-"
"Sir! Their mass accelerators are charged!" The electric dragon shouted out, "They seem to be aiming for the Flight of Hope."
"How many are targeting us?" Regias asked.
"All of them!"
"Damnit. Jura, think our beam is charged?" He asked.
"Yes. It is sir. Fire at will."
Hearing this, Regias gave a feral grin, "Good. Time to dwindle some of their numbers." He said to himself, "Alright, fire at will!"
With his command, the main elemental beam was activated. The supercharged beam shot out of the underbelly of the Flight of Hope, and thanks to the charge, it had enough power to travel through the void and reach the enemy. The beam swept across hitting any ship that was in it's line of fire, the hot plasma burning through their hulls like a knife with hot butter. Whatever shields they had was useless, and if they had armor to resist energy weapons, it was doing nothing to stop it.
The beam's charge soon ran out, but the damage was done. Any ship that got hit were either destroyed or doomed, and whatever plan they had seemed was put to a halt. Regias knew they were going to focus fire on the largest ship they had, which was the Flight of Hope, and even their shields couldn't stop that. It was a good thing the beam was charged, as now they didn't have enough firepower to try that stunt.
"Well they're fucked." Jura said out loud. The enemy was down five ships, meaning the Alliance outnumbered them now.
Regias nodded, "Though they will probably try to get some distance from it. That or send more fighters to take down the Flight of Hope. How's the rest of our fleet holding?"
"The fleet is mostly intact. Some of the smaller vessels got roughed up but only has a .5% drop in shields." She responded.
"Good." Regias said, watching as the enemy vessels scrambled to get out of range.
"They're backing up." She said. "What should we do captain?"
Regias thought for a moment, "As long as they stay away, they won't have to deal with our weapon. Of course, they don't know about the rest of our weaponry." He said, "Best to keep that underwraps and hold them off until the fleet arrives, since we can do so little right now besides the beam."
"Don't forget the beam can be modified in its effects. I suggest we use a different elemental configuration if they try anything funny again. You know put them off guard." Jura said.
He nodded, "They probably think we use plasma weaponry." He smirked, "As long as they fear it, we should be fine."
Jura's image appeared for a sec in Regias' monitor smirking. ""Probably a good idea."
"Good. Now we just-"
"Warning 15 new vessels have entered the relay!" She interrupted yelling. She detected new vessels that just entered the relay and was heading towards them.
"Damnit, did they call for reinforcements?!" He growled, "How long until they get here?"
"An hour." She said. "I forgot about the distance between these two relays."
Regias groaned, "Great."
"Incoming message from the Draco's Might." Jura said getting a transmission.
"This is Captain Verath of the Draco's Might. I don't think we can hold off any more hostiles." A crimson fire dragon said on the view screen, "Our shields are down to 20 percent after taking a beating from the first barrage and the fighters. It's charging, but it won't be fast enough."
"Copy that Draco." Regias said, "Fall back to Shanxi if you can. We'll cover your retreat."
"Understood sir. Falling back to Shanxi."
Regias grimaced, "We can't hold off against additional forces. I hope the rest of the fleet get here in time." He growled.
"Sir shall I signal the fallback to engineering?" Jura asked
He frowned, "Do it." He looked back to the view screen as the Draco activated it's front most thrusters and backed away from the fleet. Apparently the enemy noticed this, as they started to move forward. Probably also in preparation for their reinforcements…
Jura alerted engineering to give them full power for a retreat as Regias kept his eyes on the screen. They dared to invade their system, and just when it seemed that they were winning, they had to bring in reinforcements. Shanxi didn't have defenses yet, so it would fall quickly. They'd have to fall back, regroup, and take Shanxi back if these enemies succeeded.
Just then by a stroke of sheer luck, the rest of the alliance fleet was coming out of FTL just as the enemies forces started to arrive. "Sir! The fleet has arrived." Jura announced. Sure enough, groups of Alliance ships appeared at the edge of the system, quickly moving to the Mass Relay.
"About damn time." He smirked. The enemy fleet noticed this as they slowed their advancement, some trying to turn around to retreat.
An older dark green and silver earth dragon with jagged horns appeared on the view screen."This is Admiral Jevrath of the Draconian Flame. You got your reinforcements."
While 15 ships couldn't punch through the enemy's shields unless they used the elemental beam, a fleet of 30 could do more. The enemy realized they were outnumbered as they tried to run, while others fought back. They didn't get a chance, as the Draconian Flame had their elemental beam already charged, and soon unleashed a fiery beam of molten fire and lava at the ships. They didn't stand a chance as the rest of the fleet joined in.
Regias smirked as he saw the enemy being helpless to their might, though he glanced back to the mass relay just as he saw the enemy's reinforcements come in. 15 ships; apparently the other half of the fleet that went in. The enemy fleet stood still for a moment, before they started to turn back as they seemed to realize the Alliance fleet closing in on them. As quick as they came, they left. And with that, the battle was over.
"Admiral this is the Flight of Hope's AI Jura. Thank you giving us a such a speedy response." Jura said in a message to the admiral.
Jevrath chuckled, "We would of gotten here sooner, but first contact is a big thing. Especially when they are either brave or stupid enough to attack our fleet."
Regias bowed, "Thank you sir."
"Don't relax yet." Jevrath said, "The rest of that fleet managed to escape through the relay. No doubt they will come back with a bigger fleet."
"My question is what prompted them to destroy my probes." She said. "They had no weapons or shields. Even they don't speak a language the universal translator can be decode, they should have atleast known about non hostile intent."
"Perhaps they thought they had weapons. Or simply destroyed them just because. Either way, their intention is known." Jevrath said, "I want your fleet to regroup back at Shanxi. The council will want to discuss the next plan of action, and we need to discuss our next plan of attack."
Regias nodded, "Very well."
"Good. I hate to say this, but war is coming, captain. And it is coming fast. Jevrath out."
With that, the transmission ended. Regias let out a long sigh, "War is coming…." He said, "Alright, I want us to regroup with the 13th fleet and head back to Shanxi."
"Yes sir!" Everyone shouted out as they went back to work.
"Jura?" Regias asked.
"Engineering gives us a go. We are free to meet up with them on your mark." She replied.
"Good." Regias looked down to his coffee mug, seeing it half empty, "I am going to need more coffee…" He sighed.
"First half of Batarians entered the relay shortly after destroying probes. Probes sent out packet, but were destroyed just as it was sent."
"Any success on decoding the packet?"
"Packet was decoded easily. Simple encryption, will review contents next."
"And the Batarians?"
"Fled. First half went through, never came back. Second half went through...came back through quickly."
"...what would cause them to flee?"
"No idea. Probably new civilization. Batarians might come back with bigger fleet."
"...Mr Solus?"
"Hmm?"
"You best decrypt that packet soon. The Batarians will be meeting with the council in three hours."
"Very well. Will get it done quickly."
AN: So, first contact has been made, and the dragon race had their first major space battle. For those who read this chapter, this is the first of a major collaboration with a friend. I am a big fan of the Spyro games, and I enjoy science fiction. Since my friend enjoys science fiction and dragons as well, we had an idea to create this story. Mass Effect with dragons replacing humans, with elements from all the Spyro games: Original, Legend, and Skylander. Well, it should be interesting, and I am eager to work on this project. I hope you all enjoy, and please leave a review.