You can't put a twenty-eight-year-old ridiculously competitive academic into one of the most prestigious clans containing more ridiculously competitive academics and expect nothing to go drastically wrong. [SI OC] {AU}

The Citadel Council is a peaceful conglomerate of races, blissfully unaware of the horrors that lurk beyond their space. Humanity, meanwhile, is a race that has fought against these alien horrors ever since they made contact. What will happen when the two societies meet? Will peace follow war? Or is the Citadel Council doomed to fall to humanity? Rewrite of When Civilizations Meet.

They held the line when the hordes came. They held the line when the gods came. They held the line when the Worldbreaker came. Now they hold the line against a threat they have never imagined. And they will hold the line. For they are Cadians, and they are faithful.

What would you do if you were in the world of ninja? How would you react? What would you change?... How would you do it? SI OC. Rated T just in case.

Definitive Edition: The fronts may hold, but in the Greater German Reich the battle for the Fatherland's soul is now nearly into its third month. As two simultaneous wars are waged across occupied Europe, and the quarian admiralty prepare their people for their new home on Earth, a third war has begun. National Socialists beware: Joachim Hoch has got you in his crosshairs...

Definitive Edition: Desperate for an end to the exile, now in its forty-seventh year, the quarians decide on a last audacious plan to help them destroy the geth. However, January 1942 in occupied Russia might not be the best place for first contact with humanity.

In the Grim Darkness of the 41st Millennium: there is only constant war and death. The Imperium struggles to stand strong. The Eldar strive for survival. The Tau seek out their destiny. The Necrons move to reclaim their former glory. The Tyranids continue consuming to sate their endless hunger. De Orks go WAAAAGHH!. The Citadel just doesn't have enough dakka.

The Death Spectres of the Adeptus Astartes have served the Imperium for nine thousand years. They are the thin line of resistance between eternal damnation and humanity. Now, one Space Marine finds himself stranded on a world called Azeroth.