Edit: Its attrition, I was told, so now its attrition.

This is my first, second offical chapter of fanfiction! YEAH!

For the making of Shepard, a majority of people want him to be human, so Shepard is a Human god-kin.

Next thing in development is his class. For those who don't know, Overlord is based on DnD 3.5. In that edition, it contains prestige classes, much like the specializations of the many classes of overlord. In those many books, I think I found the perfect class for Shepard, Church Inquisitor.

For those interested, the books are online for download almost anywhere since they are out of print. Check them out and maybe there's a class better than Church Inquisitor, which is in the Complete Divine. Check it out and put your suggestion in the reviews.

In other news, fuck the first Mass Effect game. I died 3 times per level, but I didn't know infiltrator is the hardcore class.

Also, we got 2-3 more weeks till season 3!

Official shit: I don't own the characters and IPs of this story unless I made them, and their deaths.

Another Official Notice: The story is spoilers for everything up to Vol. 13 of Overlord. To those who thought they can read this without that, I have warned you. Also, I expect this story to be out of date by the next volumes release, which is luckily a year away. Enjoy!

-{[Citadel- Mor'Voh]}-

Mor'voh read over the report of the late Hunkuh, feeling the dread of his job. A few moments ago, he received the report coming from the STG labeled 'urgent' and 'only for Council eyes'. What it contained was a report of the 2nd fleets destruction by the 'Empire'. As expected of his Salarian informant, it contained things ranging from the sighted ship to the slaughter of their guard.

The alien ship was first. What was sighted was a starship masquerading as an asteroid, no thrusters and lots of Element Zero. Its main weapon was a form of weaponized lightning, striking the hull of the ship and bypassing its mass effect shield. The ship was described as an asteroid wrapped in bands of metal with writing covering it.

For Mor'voh, it was a conundrum. In his years of engineering dabble, an asteroid as a starship was the stupidest idea a race could have. For one, routing electronics would be like fighting the Krogan, stupid until you break the entire thing. The thrusters would be worse, the chambers in and around the ship would cause the entire asteroid to be destroyed before the entire starship moved. He won't get started on the artificial gravity, for there was still more to read.

The next was the log of events, how the crew sighted the ship and Desolas, admiral of the fleet, ordered a barrage at it. The went on to state how the shots were redirected when they neared the ship, leaving a thin translucent barrier. Hunkuh never gave any assumptions on the shield working, but the details from the log gave Mor'voh some idea.

'Their shields were redirecting the shots instead of stopping them, it would save much more energy than the council's current model.'

The final part of the notes were on the alien lifeforms that assaulted the ship. They were described as a rotting Asari with old Turian armor covered in the same writing as the ship. The horde was able to both survive and freely move in space without any equipment. The creatures would break into ships, killing the crews with Turian efficiency without the usually banter with allies. The part he could not believe was the description on how crew members that were killed came back to life. There was a soul creature at the head of the undead. The Report gave a name for the creature, 'Death Knight'.

The creatures themselves were the hardest thing to understand, only because he never dabbled in biology. 'Maybe they were some form of bacteria? A bacteria that could take over a corpse and in seconds, turn it into a loyal puppet?'

Moh'voh made arrangements to send the data over to STG research. At least 'Death Knights' seemed weak to Guardian laserfire because while the fleet was overwhelmed by the sheer number, a number of the aliens were died on contact.

What caught Mor'voh's stomped attention was the message sent to the crew over communications. A creature, thought to be a dead crew member, said "Fall to the Emperor." A monarchy at this stage in development was rare. Generally, capitalism and democracy would rise because of the sheer output it produced. Monarchies, however, are good only when lead by a great leader. Later they would fall due to poor leadership of the dreaded bloodline roulette.

Taking the information he had, he started his search for his copy of the Codex. The Codex of the Citadel has many different uses, from educating tourist to the Citadels inner workings, to news reports and public affairs. As many could guess, the Codex also allows Councilors to view any classified content, as to their role. The search came up with 3 reports, a few dozen ship logs, and a couple of conspiracy theories.

The reports were about a colonial fleet that approached the sector, going past Relay 314, around 600 years ago. The fleet disappeared without a trace. It was agreed that a hostile race was past the relay, and so it was decided little intervention was a best course of action. No incidents have happened since no explanation was given for the fleets disappearance, causing the public to be fearful.

That was, however, the public version of the story. What happened was an attack on the ship by 'Death Knights'. During its destruction the same message was said over the coms, meaning both fleet shared the same fate, and that the Empire has not changed to democracy over the years. After their lose, the Council was fearful of the new race since the older Asari could still remember the Rachni wars, and decided to isolate them. The other race seemed to have the same idea, and staying within their boundaries.

After the event, the ship logs and reports showed what happened during the 600 year isolation. Nothing of worth was found except many shipmaster complaints. They would complain about a atmosphere, the feeling, neared despair. Many vowing never to enter the region after their tour. That, along with the many leak over the centuries, made the Empire an open secret among the Turian high ups. They didn't know much about it, but most were afraid of going on the mission.

Mor'voh opened his message box and found a two messages waiting for him. The first was from his fellow Councillor while the other, the STG. He opened up the one from Councillor Spartacus.

{To Councillor Mor'voh, Councillor Tevos}

{The Hierarchy have received a message from the 2nd Fleet. It has been destroyed after preventing another race from activating a dormant Relay. I wish for us, the Council, to convene immediately to discuss the possible actions concerning this event. The message has been attached}

{Turian Councillor Spartus}

The message was a less detailed, but the consensus was still the same. The Turians attacked a vessel and were destroyed because of that. With the data verified, Mor'voh decided to walk towards the Council Hall to begun the meeting.

As Mor'voh walked down the hall, he was still enthralled by the architecture of the citadel. The sterile white metal was something that he saw every day, but its secrets caused his inner engineer to balk in wonder.

After a while Mor'Voh started to check his message box. Some of the messages were from the STG, claiming their equipment was acting up today. This is what happens when the latest tech is used, so Mor'voh told them to fix the problem, and threw in to check on the crew's previous records just in case this was all a hallucination trip because they idiots just pissed him off. Other messages included a new product called Medi-Gel has entered the market from Salarian engineering and the Batarian ambassador got into a bar fight last night with a Krogan. Idiot.

Mor'Voh finally made his way into the Council Hall, his Asarian cohort coming about the same time. In the center of the Hall of the Council was their Turian cohort.

"I am glad you both came in my people's time of need. Have you both read the message?"Councillor Spartacus, a Turian who rose the ranks in traditional fashion and chose to become the next Councillor instead of Primarch. His agenda was nothing special, just to being a representative of his people.

"We are honored you called for us, , I have and I call this meeting between Councillors into sesion." Councillor Tevos was the one to say that. The Asari is currently the de facto leader of the Council, but Mor'voh couldn't really blame anyone. She has been a Councillor since he and Spartacus were a children. Her schemes lasting centuries would make it impossible for the Salarian or Turian to oppose her, and both knew it. Being trained his entire life for politics never got rid of that dreaded reality.

"Yesterday, the 2nd fleet lead by Desolas attempted to fend off a foreign ship from activating a relay." Spartacus reiterated the events spoken in the report, which was tradition if nothing else. "The Primarch are outraged by the event, but have stayed their hand until we have come to a verdict."

"Thank you, Spartacus." Mor'voh began to talk, "Previously, the Council has chosen to leave the sector in isolation. This solution seems to have been agreed upon by both parties. Now though, they have left their sector and entered the buffer before Council space. Our issue is what has changed from the silent agreement. While the problem that started it was enforcing our laws, they should not be near our territory to begun with."

"I agree, Mor'voh." Spartacus agreed, "While the Primarchs would see it as an affront to Council Law and become blind with anger, their leave of isolation is more troubling. Could it be they think their ships can face ours and win?"

"It is more simple than that," Tevos begun to speak, "They have been isolated for centuries. If we learned anything from the Krogan, it is that races with faster birth rates are more likely to reach maximum capacity of their worlds. Since we have not run our flag through the region for decades, they thought to travel towards the unguarded, safe space."

"Which means there are many of them." Spartacus complained, "Their sector contains a chunk of Terminus Territory. With this much land, they could rival the Hierarchy in combat!"

"We must avoid war then," Mor'voh came to his conclusion, "A diplomatic mission could also avoid most issues concerning knowledge, since the diplomats double as spies thanks to unblocked communication."

"I agree Mor'voh, we cannot risk war." Spartacus complimented, "The Primarchs are after blood however."

Tevos chimed in, "Then they guard the Relays going to the Empire. If war does break out, the choke points will vital to our war of attrition. Maybe even after, we could force a better agreement. As for the Diplomats, I have already chosen one of our senior matriarchs."

"I will tell the Primarchs of our decision."

"Then this meeting is adjourned!" With that, the Councillors left.

Thank you for reading, and fuck Imma need to finish the first game still...