Author Notes:
I do not own Star Blazers / Space Battleship Yamato and Mass Effect.
The story is a oneshot. Stuff happens and stuff ends all on one page.
Enjoy.
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The Reaper Fleet, now awakened, emerged from dark space to fulfill their 50,000 year periodical cycle.
Each sentient starship ranging from destroyers to dreadnoughts burned with determination. This invasion will end swiftly, as every reaper does their part.
Standing at around 18,000 ships, the Reaper Fleet transitioned back into the galaxy in mass.
It seems the galaxy won't be surviving this, like the other civilizations from before…
…
Leading Reaper ship; Harbinger, flexed it's colossal squid like arms about to brace for entering the upcoming mass relay.
The Prothean super structure, pulsing with its gyroscope rings, welcomed the Reaper forces with open arms.
Approaching the mass relay, the rings began to spin more violently as the structure's blue pulse gradually brightened up, sending the Reapers through as they accelerated at ridiculous speeds.
…
Meanwhile in the middle of nowhere… (though, probably close by to the Reaper Front)
The black void of space, so peaceful, yet full of unimaginable horrors, lay calm and tranquil.
Then suddenly the space around began to ripple and flutter. Distorting and collapsing on itself... A light blue-ish hue enveloped the swirling ripple in space -soon forming a vortex spinning dangerously!
A bright flash, followed by a dark green alien-in-design structure poured outward of the swirling mess.
The blue typhoon shrunk and disappeared in an instant from behind the alien vessel. This all happened within the span of a few seconds, but in that time, the surrounding space was soon filled with an enormous mass of ships; ranging from cruisers, battleships and destroyers with the occasional carrier like vessel.
Generally speaking when it came to the alien design. The armada consisted of vessels colored in greens and light greys. The shapes of which were very foreign to the inhabitants of this galaxy; as a cruiser in this flotilla (for example) appeared sharp and agile with spines and buglers covering every portion of the ship.
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The Gatlantean 15th Advancement arrived. A forward operating fleet consisting of no less than 250,000 warships with an extra reinforcing flotilla of an additional two and a half million on the way, -directly sent from the White Comet.
The absurd task force also included several thousand Medalusa-Class Heavy Annihilation Battleships and Gostok-Class Missile Battleships.
Standing in the center of the cluster were several Apocalix-Class Carriers who were equipped with enclaves of Self-Destructing Attack Ships, known as Eater I's. The carriers also possessed an addition of 600+ Fighters (per carrier) for quick and rapid deployment.
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The crowned flagship Lesser Peril was the center placed Apocalix carrier. It's prowess carried the bared teeth of His armies.
Aboard the command spire bridge, Gatlantean crewmates relayed information around and stayed to their duties. The authoritative figure in the middle of the room stared deeply into the harsh vacuum of space, mulling about, plotting the next course of action.
Our great emperor placed me at the helm of this front. Thought the leading commander. "...And I shall do his bidding." The Gatlantean pridefully said to himself.
General Baruze was a qualified and truly faithful servant of Zordar. He spent every waking moment of his Gatlantean existence to please his superiors to fight and die for Zordar and the White Comet Empire. He had experienced many battles and with his most recent ascension through the ranks, he will be able to efficiently command larger White Comet fleets.
"Sir, there is large contact coming in range, merely 80 light seconds ahead."
Baruze narrowed his eyes, crossed his arms, and straightened his spine. Glaring ahead, an amused smile crept in before returning to a stoic impression. "What can you tell me about it.."
"It's a large object, expelling radiation. It must be a ship.. of some sorts."
Visuals of the anomaly are relayed to the bridge's holographic projectors. It appeared to be a lengthy super structure. Not a ship or a station, but maybe a tool.
…
The mass relay glistened bright blue as its gyrospheric-ring "core" spun faster and faster.
From the darkness of space, rippled the surroundings as the relay ejected its makers.
The Reaper Fleet had arrived.
Harbinger scanned space around it's surroundings as it's Reaper brethren spilled from the mass relay in the thousands.
Detecting strange, -Alien signatures from a few light seconds away, the Reaper tensed. An unknown variable has entered the cycle.
With not much to go off, Harbinger internally decided that after destroying this new race, the Reapers would strip the technology and learn from these foreigners.
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Baruze dispatched 12 cruiser/destroyer class vessels to investigate the device.
Upon reaching the "alien" superstructure, the Gatlantean ships were taken aback as the space around the device filled with strange squid like spaceships. It happened so suddenly with a large mass of reapers at large.
…
Harbinger ordered four Reapers to break off from the initial force to assault these new prey.
The first Reaper speed fast to attack the nearest ship. They were so small compared to the size of a Reaper starship, so a direct strike from a magnetohydrodynamic cannon should be able to take them out.
The closest alien ship dived out of the way, like if it were a fighter of its own. That shouldn't be possible, but here they were.
A second Reaper close by was suddenly peppered with emerald green beams from a squadron of ships, belonging to the foreign power at play.
The direct energy based weapons seemed to penetrate the kinetic barriers before sending said second Reaper into a fireball of slag. These weren't any normal energy weapons, they were anti-matter.
If the Reapers were going to recover and pull a victory out of this, then they'll have to end it quickly.
Charging ahead, a third and fourth Reaper entered the fray, accompanied by the first.
The third Reaper clamped down on one of the adversary's ships and began to squeeze tightly with its four tentacle-like appendages. The ship suddenly combusted into blinding light, staggering the Reaper.
That ship must have self-destructed. A brave move, but foolish. Thought the fourth Reaper.
The first and fourth Reaper regrouped and launched a hail of Oculus drones as the third Reaper erupted in flames.
Oculus drones were aerospace fighters. They could be mass produced and sent to the front as a response, as the Reaper would continue its assault from afar.
The drone swarm charged in. Some were picked off by green lances while most attempted to sway out of enemy fire.
However, the drone swarm was quickly outmatched as the assailant faction had deployed their own countermeasure.
In the form of point defense turrets and fighters. The small "space dog fight" was quickly shut down as drone-like vessels swarmed the Oculus' attempt. They were faster, more streamlined and nimble.
Enemies fighter-drones (that were launched like missiles from their fighter crafts) converged on the remaining Oculus' with a barrage of crimson rods, after ramming themselves. The ruthless kamikaze technique was flipped upside down as the Reaper's were no longer alone in the field of tactics.
The machines were virtually expendable in essence. One may fall, and several hundred will take its place. Though, the likelihood of a single Reaper perishing was extremely uncommon.
...
A few light seconds away from the small space battle… an entourage of reinforcements gathered in formation.
Five Medalusa-Class, ten Karakrum-Class and fourteen destroyer/cruisers.
These vessels merely laid back, knowing that this enemy faction would falter soon enough. There was no way that several squid-like abominations could come close to the height of the White Comet's power; which said enemy, will soon find out.
The Medalusa's charged up their energy weapons, ready to unleash devastation. The Magnet Flame Strike Gun was one the White Comet's special weapons in their arsenal. Using Magnetic projectors and a burst of the flame strike, the attack from a single Medalusa's MFSG would unleash fury that any if not all assailants would be unprepared for; as the range on the weapon itself traveled at least several light seconds and homed on its target at incredible speeds! Dodging the beam would be futile as the immense heat would scorch the hulls and overload shields.
…
"Flame Strike Gun energy at 180%"
"Targeting the enemy attack force complete!"
"Magnet projector at full strength."
"We are in absolute firing range, commander."
"We are ready for firing!"
…
Harbinger lashed out with it's appendages to break another organic ship. So far, the Reaper confirmed five kills. But the amount of effort to sink it's prowess upon these nuisances took out more than it could chew.
The Reapers had lost several capital-class (similar to Sovereign) ships and thirteen destroyer-class.
This wasn't going according to plan. Instead of arriving in the closest system to find a civilization, to begin the Reaper cycle… they, the Reaper fleet found a random squadron of starships. It enraged Harbinger; not knowing who these aliens were and how they had dominated the space.
As Harbinger contemplated on how it would later conquer this race, the Reaper was interrupted by its thoughts as a fellow Reaper picked up additional IFFs belonging to the alien flotilla ahead.
The Reaper leader pulled back to issue a new commandment: a full on attack. Wipe them out.
From the far reaches around (and still arriving), the Reaper fleet extended their numbers.
Ten, twenty… no, hundreds… thousands came into the theatre.
The first wave of the Reaper assault flooded the space en mass. Containing at least a few thousand, the genocidal ridden machines pushed towards the alien front.
The sooner they defeat this *new* faction, the sooner the Reapers fleets can continue the cycle. It was all a matter of time, and time had seemed to run out for the organics.
…
Over a hundred Reaper capital ships zoned in on the Gatlantean *fleet*.
The Reapers never saw it coming :(
...Several thousand kilometers away, the space crackled and sparked. It was like seeing the very fabric of reality melt and combust.
Before any Reaper war machine could comment, five golden pillars of what seemed to be flaming lances, beamed forwards at horrifying speeds.
The fury of these beams converged on the Reaper mass.
The immense energy yield that flooded the first hundred Reaper mass' were instantly vaporized. Kinetic barriers failed/ignored while the hull/armor sizzled and melted away leaving nothing but dust.
Those who attempted to withdraw or escape the incredible flame strike were reduced to slag. The beams' super heated (plasma? Anti-matter? Idk) were like raw suns with their solar flares; who sprouted and reached out to annihilate fleeing Reapers.
Harbinger was taken aback by this species ability to construct such terrifying weapons. These were beings that didn't use kinetic barriers or even carry the Element Zero base.
If the Reapers were going to pull a victory out of their mechanical asses, then they better step up their game!
The first barrage took out hundreds -maybe more than the Gatlanteans intended; (as the squid-like ships had no practice in spacing out, using the flame strike gun, no doubt hit its mark.)
Harbinger swayed, trying to avoid a collision with hailing debris. It's tendrils curled inward, stinging with simulated pain.
It appeared that Harbinger didn't get off Scot-free quite so much, as a stinging sensation revealed a burning scar across its hull/armor.
…
[meanwhile…]
The last couple thousand Reapers spilled out of the Mass Relay in quick succession, ready to engage in whatever hostilities to purge all organic life.
Looking back to the Relay, the gyroscopic rings slowly dwindled down to a neutral pace as the glow slightly faded.
All the Reapers have arrived as of now. (Excluding the ones who were annihilated by their new enemy.)
A Reaper capital ship (similar rank and mass to Sovereign and Harbinger) stood with its kind, swarming the Relay in mass, essentially locking the surrounding area down.
Roughly six thousand Reapers waited.
They observed the rest of the Reaper fleets engage this 'new' enemy from afar. An enemy that has defied the Reapers to the Cycle for far too long now.
The Cycle must continue. It is inevitable. ;)
Doing what was the organic equivalent to an 'oh crap' moment, the Reaper lead-ship of this cluster desperately tried to evade God's wrath.
By the time the Reaper-force broke off -it was already too late.
A stray lance (that must have been pretty well coordinated) of golden fury, stormed relentlessly and unwavering to the Reaper position in front of the Mass Relay.
An attempt was made to counter, but nevertheless proved futile as the beam tore through the Reapers as if they weren't even there. The entire space glistened and crackled under the radiating heat torrent that was presumed to the enemy attack.
On this day, a new sun was born behind the Reaper lines, followed after by an immensely powerful shockwave.
The Relay was gone. The surrounding Reapers were dust and echoes.
The enemy advance continued…
…
On the over side of the region, Harbinger crackled and sputtered, having a portion of itself gutted and scorched.
At this point, it was a true fight to be won. Kill or be killed in this sense.
A Reaper onslaught brought down an additional several hundred targets as the battle raged on.
The more the Reapers killed, the more the aliens showed themselves. It was like a 'take one down, several more take its place' deal.
Just on the 'Horizon' of space, were several large vessels of sorts. Similar in design, but bigger. They seemed to tower over their escorts to a worrying degree.
But Reapers don't feel emotion. So stagnation on the front would be a violation of their code.. right?
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Apocalix Carrier, Lesser Peril
General Baruze intently glared at the approaching swarms of alien machines. How could something create such numbers like these? Was it the object they found earlier… or did this go deeper?
He was broken from his thoughts as his second in command gained his attention.
"They are in range, General."
"Good… Launch all Eaters, and turn the catapults!"
The Lesser Peril and it's counterpart ships angled themselves in position as their twin double decks slowly spun around, launching waves upon waves of their specialized gifts.
The Eater-i was specialized for one thing in particular: A quick way to defeat an enemy's advancement by targeting and using absolute brute force… with a side of kamikaze combat.
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A lone Reaper in the front cluster extended its tendrils to grip one of the alien vessels to destroy. It was a common combat tactic employed throughout the fleets. Effectively disabling the propulsion of smaller craft by latching on to it, to render the prey at the mercy of a Reaper was as easy as said than done, since organics were at weakness here.
But when it came to these hooligans, it was infuriating. (Imagine chasing a fly around) the little destroyer sized ship could move like a fighter while the Reaper would often 'try' to swat them out of the space.
But when a Reaper finally latched on… it was worth it. Until the craft self-destructed, leaving the Reaper dazed and scorched with multiple hull breaches.
But now, the day only decided to get even worse.
Like a sand storm was in the desert or a tidal wave occurring in the ocean. It was an eager mass of needles thrusting at incredible speeds, making dodging and shooting them down almost impossible.
They were shaped like primitive weapons; swords or knives defending on how you look at them.
Before the Reaper could get a grasp on what was going to happen, large metal thumps and screeches occurred.
If the sentient starship didn't know any better, then it'd presume they were numerous cosmic mosquito stings. But of course, these went just some crazed bug, hell bent on attacking whoever dared mess with their hives.
They were weapons of mass destruction and called Eaters for a reason…
Just before the Reaper could process what was going on, it hit. And hit hard it did, as the closest Reaper vessels around and on the front lit up in an awe inspiring fireworks display.
The sword ships impaled the nearest Reapers, breaching and defying their barrier defenses. Said flying sword ships fired a burst of green lances, followed by an abrupt and instantaneous combustion.
Kamikaze strikes en mass arrived giving the Reapers a new meaning of pain.
It was bad enough, dealing with fast attack ships, super weapons and freaky fighters/drones.
But, what will this enemy pull out of their arsenal now? Have they run out of surprises? Or has it just begun.
…
Harbinger had transferred it's consciousness to another Reaper as it's old 'body' was gruesomely torn to slag before its very photoreceptors and sensors.
If this dastardly foe was using Kamikaze as a tactic, then they must be desperate… right? Surly they couldn't have anymore…?
Doubt that the Reapers could continue their mission was slowly seeded into its mind. But the burning determination of protocols demanded a response.
Retreat wasn't an option… or was it? No…?
Harbinger was deep in thought, but still upheld its prowess. They would still be victorious! It'll just take time… Reapers were patient.
…
The 15th Fleet lay unphased by their own casualties, no matter if friendly fire occurred or self-destruction ram assaults.
Roughly 1700 ships, ranging from cruisers, destroyers and carriers were destroyed or beyond repair.
No matter how many numbers fall, there will always be a perfectly new set to replace said caustities.
The main bulk of the Fleet merely stood behind as a contingency while Baruze and his armies played with the squid-like machines. (They are yet to know the name "Reaper" and what they are. )
Baruze's patients were wearing thin and ending this battle would seal the fate of the machines, leaving the White Comet to continue its agenda.
…
Harbinger felt the termination of every Reaper that was destroyed crudely by the enemy.
The battle had been going on for almost 5 hours, with the Reapers suffering mass casualties as the enemy flotilla seemed to be never ending, and unyielding…
So far, the Reaper numbers were dwindling by the thousands and that number didn't stop.
For every 1 Reaper destroyed, the enemy would lose 30. But the enemy would keep bouncing back, -Appearing out of nowhere, just to take potshots at unsuspecting Reapers and disappear.
This species did not use the Relays, nor possess cloaking. Element zero emissions were non-existent and yet, they prospered at an incalculable rate.
Fuming from its vents, Harbinger was struck again, destroyed -but repossessed another vessel. This constant death wasn't so bad, but what was worse, was the abundant failures raging at its core.
Could this day get any worse?
…
As if on cue, Harbinger's invisible plight was heard.
Similar ruptures shrouded in a blue hue dotted the space around the enemy's position. Each rupture willed around in a vortex, spitting out dark greens ships.
The Sovereign-Class Reaper counted hundreds… thousands… millions.
At this, all the Reaper could do is pale as a chill shot throughout its mechanical spine. It was impossible, yet the sentient machine could actually feel something that defied its core programming.
A feeling of… dread. Fear. Genuine fear for what was to come of its existence.
Every 50,000 years, the Reapers had a job to do. Who thought that this time would be the finale.
The genocidal cycle had been going on for billions of years, if not longer, and now, it will end… maybe? (the bad ending… teasing)
Or maybe there will be hope for the Galaxy… for the Reaper cycle?
…
...Coming back to the Lesser Peril…
General Baruze showed a vicious sadistic smile, that the enemy force had shown sudden signs of stagnation as the millions of Karakrum-class battleships littered the surrounding space.
"Sir, the enemy is in full retreat!" An officer notified.
"Cowards." Baruze commented.
"Should we continue the assault?" The officer wondered.
"No. Not yet… let them run."
"Sir?"
"We'll continue with our original mission. And if they return, then we'll just continue where we left off."
"Understood." The officer saluted and went back to his task.
These machines pose no real threat to the empire. Engaging in a pointless battle would be wasting time -time that could put to better use.
…
The cease fire was unspoken. Both sides parted ways without saying a word, not knowing what the other was truly capable of.
The battle merely lasted seven hours. Casualties were extreme and brutal, -not than anyone cared.
Gatlantis went one way to take planets and systems for materials while the Reapers went the other to commit genocide, as usual.
Little did the Reapers know that they were being watched from afar.
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Several weeks later… (Reapers were stuck roaming without the use of a Relay. Some time later, they luckily came across unsuspecting prey…)
Batarian Space, Khar'shan (Homeworld of the Batarian Hegemony)
The entire Batarian Hegemony, homeworld and colonies were on the verge of destruction as the Reaper onslaught continued.
Military, civilian, it didn't matter. The machines didn't discriminate.
It was absolute chaos, thousands of bodies littered the streets as burning death filled the hearts of many with despair.
Around the capital, the Reaper sovereign-class capital ships stood, raised off the ground with its tentacle like arms. Harbinger was pleased that the Reaper forces had found an opportunity to rebuild slightly.
Husks and miscellaneous abominations limped and staggered in the ruins of destroyed buildings.
Like all great things, it had to come to an end. The silent takeover was a walk in the park for the Reapers, and it was time to finish with leaving the system and finding the next civilization.
From assimilating the minds of each and everyone of these organics, Harbinger and it's Reaper brethren uncovered information regarding many other races that had developed with sufficient technology. Turians, Asauri, Salarians, Humans… and many more.
The 7800 Reapers departed, ascending to the higher atmosphere. As Harbinger was the last to be relieved, it picked up the broadcasts of other Reapers in vast distress who had just entered orbit.
…
Blocking the Reaper advance was, them… again.
No doubt the same faction that used those highly powered energy weapons and seemed to operate with ludicrous numbers.
This time, they had another alien designed ship to use. They were scattered around, mostly in a thin blanket formation, like a wall. It was strange to see so few of them.
Roughly 1200 contacts.
Each ship looked to be equipped with two white cones at the bow and dozens upon dozens of fixed objects that may have resembled some thesable weapons.
…
The small battle group mainly consisted of Gotusk-class "Missile" battleships who cruised with a small complimentary escort of destroyers and cruisers.
Each and every Gostuck possessed two giant Missiles, specially modified with an Antimatter payload of unprecedented yield. But that was only the beginning; as the battleship spared no expense carrying hundreds of high yield space torpedo's, missiles and misc. rockets.
The ship might as well be an overkill kamikaze if it ever went that route. But after the payload would be delivered, the vessel could still operate with its many gun turrets mounted similarly to the cruisers/destroyers of the Gatlantean vast armadas.
Logically speaking, having two giant exposed super rockets would be a mighty flaw if anyone aimed. But Gatlantis probably doesn't care.
…
Meanwhile (aaaaaand... we go back to the Reapers)
"New" Reaper front, above Khar'shan.
Before the Reapers could even react in time, hails of thousands of projectiles stormed from the organic-exotic war fleet. Each missile raced towards, trailing smoke and flame.
Defense turrets and Oculus drones buzzed to life, attempting to shoot down the shower of missiles.
Said missiles traveled at insane speed, outmaneuvering and unyielding to the Reapers.
In a matter of seconds, several hundred Reapers were torn and decimated by the raging storm. At this point all the remaining Reaper forces had gathered.
But this may be the last time they will ever assemble; as for the first time, the Reapers were on the defensive.
…
After the seemingly never ending torrent of constant bombardment, came a deafening silence.
Around orbit, lay hundreds of shattered wrecks. Thousands of debris fields and millions of floating corpses. (Corpses belonging to husks… etc)
But not all was at peace.
Harbinger growled.
Apparently when the Reapers attempted to breach the organic's mental barriers with indoctrination, the attempt was quickly repelled like some sort of firewall. This tactic was used during the first contact skirmish, but the idea was shrugged off from numerous errors.
Of course, Harbinger had triple checked for the millionth time, but it came back with the same results. Utter failure.
Something was blocking the Reaper's indoctrination. Something or someone far more powerful?
The Reaper capital-ship shrugged off the thought as it recomposed itself for the final struggle. An all out defensive; with the Reapers falling and this race rising by the second.
…
The second round was a rain of super sized rockets. Two from each Gatlantean Missile ship.
At least these could be shot down easier by the Reaper's remaining point defense lasers, as the inflated white cones came further into range.
But, the Reaper ships were overwhelmed again… perhaps for the last time.
The Reaper fleet dwindled to the last thousand… then hundred.
...then twenty, to ten… and alas finally one.
…
Harbinger scanned the area and to its shock, the enemy had disappeared.
As sudden as their arrival, they vanished without a trace.
Was this all… a dream? No. Synthetics don't dream, especially not Reapers. The once proud race of mighty machines was scraped to nothing but an orbiting field of debris. Burning dust and echoes was all that remained.
The now, true lone Reaper floated around the space with the corpses of its defeated brethren. It would only be a matter of time before it would be captured in the gravity field of the planet, burn up on entry and plummet to a more demeaning fate.
It's mass effect core was failing. Whatever they did to the Reapers, was irreversible. The damage had been done and the Reapers would soon be no more…?
"Harbinger…" a deep, gravely voice spoke.
The Reaper made no attempt to fight this intrusion.
"Your kind was merely disposable. An insignificant tool to engage for a broken code." The voice continued. Where did it come from?
The Reaper struggled against an invisible grasp to its fading consciousness.
"...By a broken civilization."
Harbinger groaned as the invisible prod dug further.
"The Reapers are of no use to me. Nothing in this galaxy is of use to me…"
Images flashed through the Reaper's deteriorating "brain" as an ominous dark laugh echoed throughout, sending glitches and shivers down Harbingers spine.
Harbinger mustered a thought that would have its consciousness purged and body destroyed for basically treason. 'I must warn the organics…'
If this maniac was planning what Harbinger could only guess (with failing limited processing power) what this faction was plotting, -it couldn't be good.
The Reapers had a cycle. It was almost symbiotic; the cycle granted a fair chance for a new race to climb the technological hierarchy as well as provide the machines with life.
If this interstellar superpower was going to kill everything, it would leave the galaxy in ruin and devoid of life; basically starving the Reapers in the process.
Harbinger could not allow this to happen.
"You beg me why? For I shall answer your plight… you see..."
The light in the last Reaper was fading rapidly. How could Harbinger warn them? Communication was blocked; and even if Harbinger could contact the organics, they would brush it aside because they do not trust the Reapers…
"...the universe is alive. New stars are born and old stars die. The universe lives… it lives…"
The last Reaper shut down. Inactive. Dead in space, to the mercy of the planet's gravity well.
But the voice continued to boom.
…
"...So that is why we shall show it our love."
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...
A singular mass relay was pulsing it's normal blue hue and humming. Everything was at peace.
Space crafts of various designs darted around. Glistening engines and Mass Effect technology buzzing away.
On regular intervals, many vessels cruised by, entering and exiting the Relay.
From the opposite side of the space, where the Relay was positioned, was a massive flower / starfish shaped space station. With 5 protruding 10km long arms that reached out from a structural ring in the center.
Each arm of the superstructure possessed cities, housing millions of inhabitants for the various different intelligent species who prospered in peace. (Unless you count the gang activity causing minor troubles…)
On the ring segment, was a tall spire. The heart and leadership to a majority of the many civilizations that coexisted.
This is the Citadel Council.
…and 70,000 km away, a blinding-unholy spawn, ruptured the fabric of space.
…
The Relay was gone, and in its place was the new fate of the galaxy…
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Author Note:
The end.
Use your imagination to make up your ending. Idk.
This story was specially meant to shoehorn in the White Comet aka Gatlantis as a force to bully the Reapers.
Maybe in an alternate universe or continuation, the White Comet inherits the Reaper "mantle" and poses a major threat and somehow… the SR2 Normandy gets blessed with magic or something and plot armor…
Normal White Comet is OP and has an unknown amount of ships and assets.
I will admit I did some research for this fic. And might be a little biased to the White Comet's strength and technology.
OC stuff include the ship "Lesser Peril"
To be honest, most stuff here is assumptions. There isn't a lot of in depth information on number specifics for the White Comet, so id assume they would have billions of ships.
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