Despoina, Alliance ship March 12th
"Wha?" John Jones had been member of the ship's scouting party. Ever since the Reaper war the Alliance was on high alert and thus they had been en route to investigate a disturbance in Sigurd's cradle. It seems now they will never reach their objective. He groaned he rose off the floor, the ship was a wreck, water flooding in from all directions.
He clutched his side as he started to make his way through the wreckage. What could have caused all this damage? He thought. It looked like they had been used by a savage animal as its chew toy. He grabbed hold of a ladder before him and climbed it to the upper level. A loud quaking shot through the ship causing him to nearly loose his grip. He sighed as he climbed up into the hallway at the top, shaking and coughing. He looked up ahead and saw a familiar body on the floor "Cal?" Jonathan jumped up and sprinted to his friend "Cal, wha…" Cal's face was covered in what looked like coral and other underwater growth. Cal coughed weezily, his face spewing out nauseas white goo.
Jonathan nearly looked away "Oh my God, what happened?!"
Cal slowly turned his neck to Jonathan, his eyes blank and dead "Help….me" he rasped "Kill…me!"
"What? No!" he noticed the growth un his face seemed to go underneath the skin. A series of dark veiny markings spread down his neck disappearing beneath his collar. John searched around and grabbed a piece of glass "Cal, just stay still and this shouldn't hurt" he took a deep breath before dragging the glass across the man's uniform. What he saw underneath was rather unpleasant; his body was bony and glowing. His skin was bumpy and ragged. It reminded him of a reaper husk. Jonathan inspected the markings when…
"What the hell!" shouted John as Cal reached around the man's neck " It is me John! Your best…" Cal threw him across the hall like a ragdoll "Friend!" he fell through a glass window falling into a hangar type room. He groaned from the long fall, feeling like his back had shattered into a million pieces.
John slowly attempted to open his eyes. Grunts and snorts could be heard all around "Huh?" he looked up and saw a large creature. Its spine was partially exposed and his jaw was bearly holding on. It reminded him of a Reaper brute except with some major differences. It's claw arm reminded him of a shark, it had razor sharp teeth and a stretched out eye.
It's head had gills and its torso structure looked like a whale skeleton. Almost as if something had merged all these creatures together in a sick experiment. "Who…or what are you?"
The room was full of the things, accompanied by husks similar to Cal. The creature spoke it's voice had a demanding presence "Our name is beyond your understanding" It made John's ears ring almost like it was reaching into his brain "The nearest translation you humans have is Leviathan, a word originating from the so called human bible. A sea monster, except unlike monsters" it reached out and clamped its hand John's neck lifting him till they were face to face "We are very real" It slowly raised its claw arm…
Earth Outer Atmosphere, Destiny Ascension March 12th
All the Admirals just stared blankly at the display before them that had seconds ago played the message.
"It has to be a trick! Te…terrorists maybe. Batarians! They have grough voices!" stuttered one of the Admirals
"No!" shouted Hackett "We can't go about blaming random people." He took in a long sigh "Back when Shepard was alive…"
"Shepard, Shepard, Shepard! All you took about is John fucking Shepard! If you haven't realised Shepard is dead! KIA!" replied another one of the Admirals. He had aged greying hair, less extensive than Hackett's own.
"He is reported! As M.I.A! Missing in Action! And this isn't about him" replied Hackett "When Shepard was alive told us about Leviathan. The creator of the Reapers…" The crowd went silent"
The silver haired stuttered "The…the creators? Of the Reapers?"
Noise filled the crowd, "They live underwater as he said" The sea is our home "They controlled the other surface race's" Land is yours... "You will serve us"
One of the others sighed and finished "Or Perish"
"We have to prepare, now!"
Hackett sighed as he was passed a Data-pad "This is all the information we have on the Leviathan's"
…
Thessia Nyx Labs
Dr. Ann Bryson sat quietly on at her desk. After the end of the war she had nothing more to do with the Reapers or their creators. With the destruction of Task Force Aurora she created Nyx labs. They did all manner of research, but no matte how many things she did. She was still the galaxy's leading expert on one subject….
"The Leviathans"
Ann froze as Hackett spoke the words over her phone "Why are you calling me?"
"You know why" Bryson stood up and walked into her hallway as she continued the conversation"
In the lab's main lobby was an almost exact replica of the marking's found by Aurora at Namakli. She examined the image of the beast and sighed "How long do we have?" Hackett was silent before finally saying.
"Three days" Ann froze and felt faint "I'll come in straight away"
Ann knew how little was known about the Leviathan, only one person ever met them and he was dead. To understand their power they would need to look back at their creation. The destroyer on Rannoch was in the best shape given it hadn't been destroyed by the Crucible. She would start there.
…
The Alliance had a series of ships at each Mass Relay and were tightening their defences. The relays were the most likely form of transportation the Leviathan's would use. Hackett checked the countdown, Only two days left, to bad for him they would be the quickest two days in his life.