Prideful, the imperial Stormcloack rode his horse up to the standing stones before the ruins of Helgen. The group had gone through Riverwood and unlike the newcomer, who most were slightly curious about even after she had maimed several guards, they stayed inside and hid in corners knowing the dragon-armored, wood elf when they saw her. She had actually started blushing feeling proud to cause so much fear and respect.

With his squad behind him, following Aimee, the imperial shot his arm up stopping his group. The horses' obeyed with the men stopping. The imperial's horse clomped the ground to get going but he held the reigns being a good rider and having full control of the animal.

It took Aimee awhile before noticing that they had stopped. Walking up to them she motioned up the road. "You blokes coming or not?"

"Not." The imperial Stormcloak said. "It's too dangerous for us to go any further. Besides, we would just get in your way."

Smirking at them with a sigh, "Damn right you would. I expect Riften with a fucking fleece around it when I get back."

"Why you -" One of the Stormcloaks began but stopped himself.

Aimee heard and turned seductively with her one hand on her dagger and several summoned arrows in the other, "What was that love?"

Growling he looked away from her.

"I should kill you for a laugh. Good thing your imperial leader there is so cute."

The imperial Stormcloak thought he was going to be sick.

Winking at him, Aimee proceeded up the road knowing the way well. She heard the loyalist nords talking behind her back. She might kill them later for a laugh. After getting Riften though she might keep the imperial around just as a play toy.

She found the entrance, or the exit, to the cave she had escaped from years ago. Putting her hand in front of her she protrude a powerful green light and walked through the wet cave. She didn't remember it being this dark but she could see everything in her green illuminated glow.

Traveling through the cave brought a smile to her face. It made her remember going through the cave so scared and lost back then. She was still confident that she could fight but dressed in nothing more than that cheap, imperial, light armor and carrying nothing more than a bow, a sword, and a weak fire spell.

Now, she was journeying to kill the most "supposedly" powerful thing in Skyrim. A feeling she was more than use to. She had taken down dragons, vampires, werewolves, dragons, dragon priests, draugr, dragons, keep-guards in force, thieves, murders, and more dragons.

Coming up to the large chamber she remember killing a bear, she saw a pile of dead bears. She smiled to herself, "Hmm, I don't remember killing all those." She went up to the pile and looked them over. They had strange holes in them. Dipping her finger in the bloody holes she plucked out a small shard of metal no bigger that the shaving off of a pebble. She had to hold it close to actually see it covered in blood. "What the fuck?" She asked herself, dragging it out confused. "Witches don't use metal shards like this! I can't even see this bloody, goddamn thing!" She dropped it with a concerned look on her face. "This isn't a witch." Looking at the pile of bears, Aimee felt the cave wall and it was extreme cold. Colder than most other parts of the cave. "She's keeping them fresh. I don't know who this wench is but she's got a good head on her shoulders. She's planning on staying here. Helgen's a fortifiable keep. She's all alone and multiple places to hide." Aimee said slightly thrilled with sadistic glee. She ripped her dragon bone dagger from its sheath saying, "Probably thought they would send an army after her. She was planning making a stand right here in Helgen." A wide smile came over Aimee's face, "Whatever she is, she's a survivor. Can't wait to meet her!"

Aimee proceeded up the rickety, wooden stairs up to the wooden catwalk heading into the bowels of Helgen. She passed by the jail cells and torture room. Proceeding along at a slow but nimble pace, not making any noise whatsoever, she felt a tug on her ankle. She stopped instinctively and looked down. Thinking to herself as she examined what had touched her. 'Look at this!' She thought happily. 'The bitch set a nice trap for me.' The armored, powerful bosmer tapped the wire, 'Made out of tunic string. Probably off a dead prisoner. Wouldn't take much force to break that and trigger the trap.' Aimee had to hold back a squeal of excitement. She was really starting to respect this woman's ingenuity. Sure, she had see tripwire traps before but this was just one person and she had already made this a somewhat defendable area in such a short time. She knew some bandit groups that didn't have that many brains between all of them.

Following the wire into one of the cages she saw a dim glow. Moving some of the bones at the bottom she looked on at multiple object that looked so out-of-place that she had to take a second, a third, and fourth glance at them. She couldn't help but whisper out, "Metal, glowing stones?! The fuck?!"

They looked like river rocks with metal covering. Smooth and flat, disc shapes that had thin rings of light around them. They pulsated at her and she dared not touch them. They were piled up into a small pyramid shape and were all connected to the tripwire. What they did or what they were suppose to do, Aimee hadn't the slightest clue.

Backing away, mindful of the tripwire, she went on entering the small armory she had been before. This was where she had obtained her first set of armor and weapons. She smiled slightly as she moved on to the outside. The sun was at midday height but it was warm and added a nice contrast to the cold wind that blew through Helgen. Aimee still advanced with caution wondering what other traps she had set up. Heading towards the abysmal area of the chopping block.

Standing tall she arrogantly looked around with her dragon bone dagger in hand. Looking around she scanned the area looking for this "newcomer". Aimee's senses were still keen. Her long ears picking up the slightest tremble in the air. She picked up on a strange shuffling. One she had never heard before. It sound like leaves on the tress except with more weight to them. It annoyed her to listen but it was coming from up above her. Then it stopped now hearing a humming sound. Aimee turned and what she saw, she smiled at it. A blonde, tan, imperial looking woman hovering down to her with a blue glow around her dressed in strange, black armor.

Bronzey Shepard was in the wreckage of a stone tower and carefully went to the top, or at least what was the top after what seemed to be a huge attack on the hold. Heading to the top she looked down and saw a strange sight indeed. A seemingly human looking woman with braided, dark hair covered in a hard, ancient looking armor. She watched the woman standing below her with obviously a cocky attitude. Shepard thought to herself, 'One woman? Something's wrong here!' She saw no one else. If it had been an army, they would have charged right through her several traps she had stashed around the decimated hold. She had plenty of grenades to trigger around but somehow this one woman, with pointy ears, had made it through at least one of them. Looked like she wanted a frontal confrontation, far be it for Shepard to disappoint. Surrounding herself with a biotic field she hovered down with the elf looking at her with a large smile.

The two stood studying each other as Shepard dissipated the biotic field. Two warriors gauging each other. Standing just a mere few feet from each other. Aimee spun her dagger in her hand saying to Shepard, "So you're what all the fracas is about?"

"Fuck is wrong with your ears?!" Shepard asked back. She didn't even care about the consequences. She had to know. She said and asked what was on her mind.

Looking at her with a smile, "Fuck kind of accent is that?" Aimee retaliated not wanting to be out-done. She had to admit to herself though it was probably one of the cutest accents she had ever heard. Maybe she'd keep the lady's throat as a souvenir after she chopped her head off and carved her heart from her bosom.

"I asked first." Bronzey's hand gliding towards her hand cannon.

Aimee's green eyes studying the woman and could tell she was definitely no witch. She was no guard either. She was a champion. This woman, wherever she came from, was top of her game. "Have you never seen a wood elf, child?"

"Child? I'm over thirty you dumb-ass!"

"Still a child to me dear." Spinning her dagger in-hand again.

"You don't look that old."

"When I call you a child, I refer to your mental state. I usually don't kill children but in your case, I might make an exception."

"Usually? What fucking, shit-for-brains popped you into this world?"

"I could ask the same thing of you."

"Name was Harbinger. Looking for him actually. Big, metallic demon, about eighty stories tall, likes to talk about me 'feeling' shit, seen him?"

A slight smirk crossed Aimee's face, "The fuck kind of shite are you going on about?"

"Shit?"

"Shite."

"Right shit."

"Shite!"

"Are you retarded?!" Shepard screamed out agitated.

"Where in bloody hell did you come from?!"

"Obviously fucking far, far away from here!"

"I bet you're wishing to go back now, right?"

"Now? Honey, I was ready as soon as I was off the battlefield."

Aimee smirked again, "So you're a soldier of some kind?"

"I'm a former spectre darling. I've taken down plenty of reapers and power mad psychos."

"Reapers? A specter? What, did you die and come back?"

"Actually yes I did. All it did was piss me off."

"I can guarantee you something this time."

Bronzey Shepard pulled her hand cannon aiming for Aimee's head, "Yeah, what's that?"

Aimee looked at her hand engulfed in fire, "You won't be coming back this time."

Shepard was quick with her trigger pull as Aimee launched a continues stream of fire at the commander. Shepard had to roll to her left to evade the fire and kept shooting back with Aimee spinning like a dancer dodging bullets. She took cover behind one of the stone towers, closing her hand with the fire, opening it back up with ice in-hand. A small smirk came over her face with an exhilarated, evil glair to her eyes, "So, that's what you used to kill those bears. What a shitty little device!"

Shepard ejected the heat sink pulling her shotgun, "Actually I used this. Say hello to the twenty-second century bitch!" Three shots blasted out from Shepard's shotgun before she had to cock it with one hand, firing again.

Mortar and stone blast from the impacts of the shotgun. The mass accelerated, shotgun slugs demolishing anything they hit, exploding with enough impact to be compared to a giant's fist. Aimee squinted and moved in defense gritting her teeth at the hammering shots of the shotgun. "By the fucking nine!" Escaped her mouth as she ran away from the tower trying to outrun the shotgun slugs. Shepard was maniacal as she chased down the wood elf with the shots; crazed laughter being left in Shepard's wake of destruction.

The barbaric bosmer dove for cove pushing herself against some low cover as Shepard cocked the shotgun with authority. "Still enjoying yourself?!" The words coated in that Texan accent of hers as she kept her shotgun trained at the pile of debris Aimee had taken cover behind.

Arming her dragon bone bow with an arrow, Aimee aimed for Shepard with a fire spell igniting the arrow, saying to her, "I'm having a blast!" she let the arrow fly with Shepard snapping her sights at the flying arrow. She crossed her arms and put up a blue biotic shield that absorbed a tremendous explosion. Smoke bellowed off the shield as Bronzey relinquished it. She looked around for Aimee as she saw another arrow. Again putting up her shield another grenade-like explosion wrapped around her shield as Aimee charged from her hiding place, dagger in-hand, and murder in her emerald eyes.

Grabbing her shotgun, Shepard shot for the crazy wood elf but missed as she jumped high in the air and flung her dagger right at the commander. Still in her biotic shield, Shepard had the intention of using it, making it expanded, sending the pulse right for Aimee while she was still in the air. Thinking fast, Aimee Shouted-out against the shield pushing it back down at the commander. It warped and bent towards Shepard causing her to struggle to keep its dome form. It caused her no harm and Aimee was unharmed as well.

Landing, Aimee jeered at Bronzy, extending her hand, having her dagger magically come back to her like it was on an invisible leash. She sheathed it quickly in a bent, ready position.

Cocking her head with surprise, Shepard asked, "You just say words and magic comes out huh?"

"Yep." Aimee said back with a snarl.

Nodding her head with her tongue in cheek, "Well'p, I can do that too." Thrusting her palms out with biotic energy surrounding her, "Die!" Multiple shockwaves were sent out after Aimee as they flashed through the ground, heading towards their target, ripping the earth apart. Blue energy flashing through the dirt pulverizing stone.

Aimee asking confused and shocked, "What kind of sorcery is this?!" Back-flipping, Aimee continued on as the blue blasts tracked her down. She kept up the back-flips rolling along into a building, charging through the door, arming her bow. A blue blast punched through the door and surrounding stone making Aimee take cover.

Standing with her fist held up, pulsating with energy, Bronzey said with confidence, "Come out, come out wherever you are!" She walked towards the demolished hole tracking down the wood elf.

Up in the tower, Aimee took aim with her arrow this time empowering the ice element. Launching the arrow it sped down to hit Shepard but she rolled out of the way and watched the ground turn into instant ice where her feet would have been. She looked up seeing another arrow heading for her. She sent out a small biotic pulse and sent the arrow off course. Smiling she said with her arms out and biotic energy pulsating through her fingertips, "What now, Catwoman?" Noting her ears again.

Aimee took three arrows in between her fingers and aimed for Shepard.

Cocking her right eyebrow, "Oh really?"

Aimee let the first one go and then the other two in succession. Charging each one with a different power. Putting up a biotic barrier, Shepard let the first one hit which was electric. The bolts webbed over the blue dome and dissipated it quickly. The other two arrows were incoming which Shepard dodging both, staying on a bent knee, pulling her handgun again, shooting up at Aimee. Four shots hit around the loophole she was aiming out of but none of them actually hit the bosmer butcher. Aimee smirked as she aimed three more arrows with lightning and sent them hurtling down at Shepard. Two of them missed but the other one would have nailed Shepard right in the head. She dove out of the way and continued to fire up at Aimee, ejecting another heat sink.

Carefully glancing out at Shepard, Aimee giggled with delight. She hadn't had a fight like this for so long. What a tense battle. 'A challenge!' Aimee thought delightfully. Another careful glance as a shot came at her. She paused and thought. She rushed away from the large loophole and back downstairs.

Standing ready, Shepard started taking easy steps towards the tower as she saw Aimee come out from behind the tower. She aimed her gun when she saw her again. Two Aimees. Bronzey lifted her sights from the both of them to mutter out, "What the fuck?!" Another Aimee. Suddenly, Bronzey was outnumbered by Aimee 8-to-1. She was surrounded snarling at the octuplets. Each one having some kind of weapon. The commander screamed to the sky and sent out a large, surging biotic wave all around her. Seven of the illusions disappeared with the original gritting her teeth, dropping to one knee in pain but keeping her eyes locked on Bronzey.

Huffing because of the heavy usage of her biotics, Bronzey aimed her gun but Aimee Shouted and blew Bronzey back into some debris. Her body slamming through the wood and stone like a rag doll. Rushing back out she aimed her gun and Aimee took her dagger quickly and threw it at Shepard. It hit her right in the stomach taking her down to both knees as she felt the strong poison and magic imbuement circulating through her.

The two warriors were injured but not for long. Aimee had a bright, golden glow in both hands and was able to stand on her own two feet again. Her injures disappeared as she felt energy coming back into her body. Shepard activated her Omni-tool and gave herself some medi-gel. Taking the dagger in a strong grip, ripping it from her stomach, she threw it to the ground and kicked it to the side. Again, Aimee summoned the dagger back to her and sheathed it quickly.

The two warriors looking at each other as Aimee stood ready with lightning raging through her fingers. Bronzey also stood strong and wide-legged with pulsating biotic power in her fist. The two ready to draw on the other at any moment. Staring each other down.

In awe, Shepard watched as Aimee said some more words she didn't recognize, disappearing from sight. She looked around pulling her shotgun. It was knocked from her hands though as she rolled evading an arrow jutting out of the ground with lighting jolting from it. Shepard's keen eyes scanned the battlefield with her hand cannon. She sneered with a growl, "Coward!" A flash of air and Shepard was sent down to the ground sliding on the dirt and stone. She fired but hit nothing. With wide, angry eyes she was back up to her feet firing two more shots. Nothing.

A devilish smile came over Aimee being in ethereal form. It wouldn't last forever though. Launching out with more lightning, aiming to put the commander down for good, thundering from her hands while she was still invisible. The branching bolts followed the commander but did not connect.

She ran into a building. A small, slightly wrecked house but Aimee sent out a large fireball and blasted the house into burning, chipped bits. An explosion blasted out as mighty as any cannon blast with fire and smoke swirling around each other leaving behind a smoldering heap. She walked over to the flaming wreckage and scoured for the remains of Shepard, reforming back to be visible. Aimee suddenly felt something behind her but by then it was too late. Shepard snaked her arm around Aimee's throat and shoved her gun right into the wood elf's temple. "Dodge this!" Bronzey said but didn't get to pull the trigger. Aimee plunged her elbow into Shepard's ribs and then flipped her over her head, kicking her hard, sending her flying through the remains of the house.

Aimee became a fit of rage, "No one puts their fucking hands on me! Nobody!"

Shepard came flying back through the wreckage with a bright, biotic field around her. "Struck a nerve!" Punching Aimee right in the face, biotic energy zapping out from her fist, sending the wood elf flying back into a wooden building yards away, bringing it to a crumbling collapse. Imploding on itself, tumbling down on top of the berserker bosmer.

Walking over to her shotgun, picking it back up, cocking it with authority, Bronzey said, "Learn your damn lesson already!"

The debris from the wreckage blasted out with Aimee holding two conjured war axes amidst the remaining ruins. She was breathing heavily and spit out some blood. "Barely a scratch sweetie." Her voice filled with anger. Her constitution and stamina starting to wane.

Becoming tired herself with an exhausted grunt, Bronzey waved her adversary on slashing out her Omni-blade. "Want to party that way? Then come get you some!"

Charging at Shepard, Aimee held back both axes and slammed them against Shepard's Omni-blade. The two powers sparking out as the two slashed off each other. The dragon born hacking at Shepard as she tried to block all the attacks. Being quick with her Omni-blade as the two axes acted like fan blades against her. Catching both axes in a slashing move of her own, Bronzey spun around and tried to stab Aimee but she rolled forward, spinning around, hacking back against the commander. She hopped back a few steps before Aimee slammed her two axes together making a large, conjured war hammer. Sending it careening down for Bronzey. With quick reflexes, Shepard missed the impact of the large hammer which sent out a powerful shockwave after her. Raising dirt and stone from the earth blasting it apart in a quake of destruction.

Ripping the hammer apart making it two conjured war axes again, Aimee went screaming for Bronzey with the commander growling back at this formidable, powerful foe. The three weapons again impacting each other as the two strained against the other with snarls from them both. Aimee roared in Shepard's face, "Who the hell are you?!"

Shepard roared back, "What the hell are you?!"

The two slashing off each other as Aimee went back to cutting and hacking at Shepard. Bronzey backing off a bit and blocking with her Omni-blade, trying for a stab or slash herself when an opening was present. The two locked in titanic combat for awhile until the conjured weapons disappeared and Aimee backed off with a few huffs. Bronzey as well took a few steps back with semi-ragged breathing. The two warrior woman taking long, deep breathes trying to regain some of their energy.

The commander was the first to say, "Yeah, I'm sure you're having as much fun as I am but I think you and I need a break."

Looking at the strangely armored adversary of hers, Aimee let out a breath of, "I think that would be good."

"Then you can go back to trying to kill me or whatever."

"Indeed." Aimee said with her breaths slowing and her heart pounding in her chest fading. She sat down on the ground with Shepard finding a big stone to take a seat on.

The two caught their breaths as Shepard decided to ask, "So, what happen to this place?"

"We did." Aimee said surveying the carnage they had left behind.

Rolling her dark green eyes, Shepard corrected, "No, I mean what happened before us?"

"A dragon. A big one."

Looking around, taking some of the dirt and rocks in her hand, Bronzey asked of Aimee, "You have never heard of Harbinger, have you?"

"Who? I don't know what you're talking about love."

Letting the earth and rocks pour through her hands, Shepard said aloud to herself, "This is really real!"

"As real as it gets."

"How -" Bronzey stopped herself taking a deep breath now knowing this was not some Harbinger trick. This wasn't some illusion or dream. This was real. She put her head in her hands letting that blonde hair of hers hide some of her face. "I just - how did I get here?!"

"Yeah -" Aimee said to her, "A question I'm wondering myself. I've seen magic before but what your using, that isn't magic. I don't know what sort of shite it is but it isn't magic."

Bronzey smiled a bit, "Its space magic."

"That kind of magic doesn't come from the stars."

"Maybe not here but -" Bronzey motioned towards the heavens, "Somewhere out there."

The sun was starting to set and night was beginning to cover Skyrim. The orange and purple hues danced across the horizon as that familiar scent of evening wavered in the air. The two sitting quietly. Each one on their guard of the other.

"So -" Aimee began, "Harbinger. What is that? Some sort of monster?"

Shepard looked at her with cold eyes, "Yeah. A big fucking monster."

"Sounds fun. Where is it?"

"Where I'm from. I don't know - I thought it - he was here but I guess he just sent me here. Wherever here is."

Looking around, Aimee said, "You're in Helgen. Or what's left of it. Hold of Skyrim."

"Is that the name of the planet?"

Confused, Aimee asked, "Does this happen to you a lot or something?"

Shepard thought for a minute, "Let's see, on an unknown world that I can't remember the name of with a knot in my gut and somebody trying to kill me? Must be Tuesday."

A slight smirk came over Aimee's face. She wasn't debating whether or not to kill Shepard but the brazen, cutely accented commander was growing on her. Standing up she took a breath, "I think I'll wait a couple of days before trying to kill you again. Why don't you and I…"

Before she could get out another word the imperial Stormcloak came rushing up to her. "We need your help!"

Aimee rolled her eyes, "For the love of Akatosh! What do you want?!"

Before the imperial spoke of what kind of help he needed, he looked over at Shepard, "She yet still draws breath!" Looking at Aimee. "We had a deal!"

Grabbing the imperial by his armor and shoving her dagger into his throat drawing blood but not killing him, "We still do as long as you're not a whinny, little bitch."

The imperial swallowed. "More of her 'friends' have come. A lot more. They've taken the Rift!"

Looking back at Shepard menacingly with those piercing, powerful green eyes, Aimee snarled out, "I am to be jarl of that hold!"

With a dumbfound look, Shepard put up her hand saying nonchalantly, "Okay that was just nine levels of what the fuck! Speak English!"

"The township you witch!" Aimee yelled out throwing the imperial to the ground with that menacing jeer still transfixed on Shepard, "I am to be lordship of that town and the land in the hold's area. Clear enough?!"

Getting up, staring her down, Shepard balled up both her fists with a bright, biotic aura coming off of her, "I am not a witch! And excuse me all to hell for not being up on my medieval jargon!" Shepard glanced at the downed imperial, "You say my 'friends'? How do you know they're mine."

The imperial brushed himself off and stood up, "Well, either they're from your neck-of-the-woods or we've got two, new races that just so-happened to show up right when you did."

"The races, what did they look like?"

"Well, the ones looked like taller, meaner, metal versions of kahjiits. Except with mandibles and weird legs."

Aimee looked at Shepard, "Cat-like people with heavy armor."

"And the other -" The guardsmen thought about fearfully, "Looked like if an argonian and an orc could mate."

Aimee again described it for Shepard, "Big, bully, looking lizard people."

It didn't take long for Shepard to spout out, "Turians and krogan!"

Shrugging his shoulders, "If that's what you call them."

Sprinting away from the rest, Shepard hollered out, "We need to get there now!"

With a sneer, folding his arms, the imperial guardsmen said, "I'm not about to go anywhere with her!"

With a devilish glair and a snap of her fingers, Aimee had a dremora standing right next to her with a large claymore at the ready. A nasty grin on her face, "No?"

"Alright lads, you heard the lady. To Riften!"

Aimee began to follow when the dremora stopped her, "If I may be so bold?"

Turning to gaze at him over her shoulder with an inquisitive, "Yes?"

"Why not conjure me sooner in your pervious battle with the newcomer?"

A wide grin came over Aimee's face, "Because I wanted to see if she was really worth it."

"Was she?" The dremora asked, his time nearly up.

"No! She was more!" Aimee said ecstatically. "She would've had your heart on a platter in eight seconds. You nor any beast I could conjure would've done me any good. What an absolute delight! If this is her idea of an entrance, I can't wait to see what happens when this party really gets started!" Aimee having a feeling that there was humongous battle on the horizon and she couldn't be happier.