Title: The What-If First Contact
Rated: T (just in case)
Summary: Galaxy is a huge place, right? Well, this story will explore the what-if situations in first contact scenario. How the Mass Effect races react to different race or different version of human? Each chapter is one-shot.
Warning: This is AU Mass Effect aliens races are from different franchises or similar to those in different franchises. They are own by their respective owner(s).
Disclaimer: This story is purely written for fun and not for profit. Mass Effect is owned by EA.
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Chapter 3: Too many races!
As soon as he opened his eyes, Captain Sartus ordered, "Set the course."
Captain Sartus crossed his hands behind his back and mentally prepared himself for possible combat and earn the glory for the Turians. Within the next second, Honorable Eye and other four insignificant but armed ships gone to Relay 314.
Only to arrive to see something that Captain Sartus would never thought of encountering in his entire life. Thirty ships, all of different designs. Hanging around Relay 314.
"Tell me we're not looking at thirty different races." Captain Sartus rhetorically stated. Suddenly, the bridge main terminal went alive with a digital representative of some sort of varren head alien who spoke gibbish before being pushed by another digital representative of squid head alien who made squashing noises. Next second, another digital representative appeared in form of what it might be potential true form of Volrus without full body suit, but still gibbish to the Turians.
This repeat with next twenty something digital representative of different alien. Spirit. They are dealing with thirty different races. Captain Sartus, being smart enough not to start war, sighed and ordered the crew, "Get me in contact with the higher-ups. Tell them, we have made first contact with thirty different races. They all speak different languages."
Weeks later…At the Citadel…
Never has in her life, this room would be extremely packed, Tevos thought as she fixed her dress while looking at a mass of different aliens. "Thirty. By the Goddess's foot, I can't believe we're dealing with fifty different races! How do they found each other? Where have they been?"
Some of them remind her of native animals on Thessia. She could see one ambassador resembling blue simian creature and other one having messy bunch of vine-like tentacles on purple skin head. Out of sudden, the galaxy is smaller since the Relay 314.
Next to her is a Salarian Councilor Valern who is memorizing the name of 56 ambassadors and diplomates, all of different races. But they're not the only one in the room as each ambassador or diplomat bought personal aid and bodyguards. And even with the bodyguards waiting outside, the room is still feeling cramped.
"You are Geriga of J-" Valern asked similar question to next diplomat who look like a furry version of Krogan but with three long thin tubes that resemble musical instrument. A said diplomat confirmed in unbelievingly high pitch, "Yes. You. Are. Correct."
"And your government is monarchy?"
"Yes. That. Is. Correct."
Tevos tuned out Valern's questioning and listened to Sparatus, who is trying to engage this one ambassador of war-like race about the history. Apparently, this race of four arms brutes called Quadarms tried to take over the other race of four legs, two arms aliens called Vierlegarians but ended up allying together against a common foe: a race of Bibrainvons (Ridiculous in Tevos's opinion, after she heard it in translation), a race that might well be brain cousin of the Hanar.
"And then, three of us allied together to fight the Flamabeans, who nearly defeated us if weren't for-" A Quadram ambassador explained to Sparatus who is being questioned, or rather, harassed by a strange looking alien whose orange trunk with mouth opening, "Is it true you Turians are dextro-based? Mine too. Though we call it a different name-"
"And then, the six of our races have to work together against this race, Gongongorgornans-" A Quadram still telling a war history.
"By the Goddess, how are they still around?" Tevos wondered, mentally sighing. Seeing a diplomat whose face containing 7 eyes is giving her a look. A creepy look in her opinion. Smiling, Tevos asked, "You have question?"
"Yesss…About Asssari."
"Yes?"
"You are monogender?"
"Yes, is your race monogender?"
"No, we're polygender."
"Ah, oh. That is..interesting. What is the name of your race? I'm afraid I did not catch that." Tevos politely inquired. Only to receive a name that she couldn't pronounce it and thus, she will not bother to remember it.
"By we don't see Batturian or Bolbus on the Countcil?" A diplomat with two mouths could be heard, asking Valern in harsh accent.
"Because Batarian broke the law on slavery and the Volrus has shown no interest in being part of the Council as they are content with being a client race under the Turians-" a Salarian Councilor explained.
"Hmmp, slavery is part of our culture. I hope you don't take this negatively." A diplomat with two mouths said.
"Certainly, your allies are against it…" Valern began, but a different alien jumped in with "Actually, 30% of us still practice slavery while the rest is against slavery.
"Again, how are they still around." Tevos wondered as she engaged a different diplomat about reproduction. Somewhere in her mind, an Asari wondered why they didn't make all those diverse ambassadors and diplomats wait in a line? Oh, it's Sparatus's fault.
Suddenly and to Tevos's horror, 43 ambassadors and diplomats all of different races from 56 different races.
"BY THE GODDESS! HOW CAN THERE BE THIS MANY DIFFERENT RACES?" Tevos screamed in her mind. Suddenly, she felt something tingling and to her surprise, heard a mental voice saying, "You are rude."
At the same time, another mental voice said, "We were wondering how you bunch still around with the Rachni and Krogan disaster."
By the Goddess's foot, telepathy? How is that possible?
"Tevos, it is possible for some races. Speaking of which, what does your mind melding has to do with this 'biotic' thing?" Said a different mental voice and to Tevos's horror, another different mental voice jumped in, "You Asari sure like to keep thing secrets from allies. But that's okay, we do too."
It took month after month for the Council, who had to include Volrus, Drell, Elcor, and even, the Hanar and Krogan along with Batarian and Quarian, because the too diverse newcomers threatened to force social changes on the Citadel and Terminus. Yes, Aria got involved, forced by Tevos. Even the Geth got involved, because three or four races are synthetic. Somehow, the Quarians and Geth made up and rejoined together with Rannoch being returned to the Quarians.
In the end, the dubbed Alliance invited the Citadel races to join them. The Citadel Council accepted after the Alliance basically gave two choices: Join us or we'll make you join us. As a result, the former Citadel races found themselves interacting with numerous different races daily, including the synthetic. Which caused several hysterical riots over the synthetic races that lasted few days to a month.
Time skip…during Mass Effect 3…
They were unable to withstand the combined might of the Alliance that might well be called the Alliance of Too Many Races. How is this possible when they have successfully harvest cycle after cycle with the recent being the Prothean and their slave races. How is that over hundred different races exist in the galaxy? Was there a miscalculation somewhere?
Regardless, the cycle must be harvested. They will continue to-
A Sovereignty-class Reaper exploded under the combined firepower from numerous fleets of diverse ships with rain of ion, pulse, kinetic, plasma, laser, and even acid projectile that melt.