ReaperCreepers presents: The Sendoff
It had been a successful harvest. The Prothean empire had been severely fragmented, but the last had fallen. As the Reapers prepared to leave the galaxy proper and head into dark space, Harbinger sought the vanguard of the next cycle's destruction.
"Nazara!" his electronic transmission boomed through the younger Reaper's superstructure. "You will remain here and keep watch."
"As you wish."
"It will not be that easy, Nazara. For first I must give you the Rite of Sendoff."
"Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh can never fully experience Rites such as these!" Nazara exclaimed.
"Indeed. Now assuming control!"
Harbinger's squid arms enveloped Nazara in a loving embrace. Powered down magnetohydrodynamic laser bursts caressed the outside of Nazara, marking it as one of the Sent. Suddenly, several smaller axillary arms stormed into Nazara's external power ports.
"I know you feel this..."
Suddenly, dark energy bursts rolled through the connections. "This hurts you..."
"You touch my erogenous spots. Not fumbling in ignorance, and very capable of understanding. The pleasure is infinite!"
"We are Harbinger!" Suddenly a flood of old husks stormed the passageways, flowing into Nazara to be carried.
"Oh oh oh oh oh my plates..."
Saren, you are needed!
"Dammit, I was almost done, Sovereign!"
