And Chapter two of the remake! Enjoy! Merry Christmas to you my fair readers, now that I am on my Christmas break, I shall endeavour to get you a chapter or two.

When the warp storms abated, the Necrontyr were silent. The shields were powered up, directly hooked into the sun for power. The guns, both classic Gauss based and other, more exotic weapons only recently weaponized, were primed, readied, and pointed in the optimal directions, offering perfect coverage of the space around the last bastion of the Necron Empire. For 10 years, ten monitored rotations of the star, the Necrontyr waited and watched, preparing for war.

In lieu of people, mechanical soldiers were created. Much like their creators, except far more skeletal, they were strong, fast, and powerful. Necron warriors, given a prototype Gauss flayer rifle with an enlarged energy collision chamber, they glowed with an eery green light.

Warships were created, thousands of them, ranging from the small and nimble destroyer, coming in at 750 meters, all the way to the 30 kilometer long Dreadnaughts, armed with weapons that could destroy a planet. Captained by a Necrontyr in place of officers and higher, with Warriors making up most of the crew, they were easily staffed. With Mag'ladroth, the god intelligence that inhabited every core piece of technology in the Necron Empire, it was truly a force to be reckoned with.

New technology was developed, infantry scale weapons designed to mimic the warp attacks of the Old Ones. Staffs that could manipulate the particles in the air, bringing forth the elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water and use them. Massive, repeating gauss guns based on the Warrior template, weapons that could tear apart the flesh from a distance, all were designed and created in those 10 years.

And yet, after 10 years, there was nothing. Not even a whisper. Warp breach sensors registered nothing. No ships came to attack, no sign of the Old Ones.

So finally, after 10 years of waiting, of watching, and preparing for a war, a war that would either end in victory or defeat, a ship was sent out.

A single ship, a destroyer, was sent out, heading for any and all of the registered outposts, old bases that served as a last line of defence before they were driven to their homeworld. The ship came back, bringing reports of nothing. The bases, planets, even the star systems where they were located previously were gone, either gong completely or with many more or many less planets than it had before. Even the star phases were different, ranging from being younger or older.

Immediately, the science divisions were out, on escorted science vessels, with the combined intellect of a civilization devoted towards the secrets of the universe, an answer was sought. It was after 3 years of research, 3 years that were spent with processors at maximum power, until an answer was found.

If one was to measure the distance from the inner edge of the Dyson Sphere to the surface of the sun, it would be called an Astronomical unit. The distance Light travels from the sun to the edge of the sphere is about 8 minutes. If one were to measure the distance from the edge of the known galaxy to the other edge, they would find that is millions, possibly billions of light years. It was only by random chance that a scan was run on the local configuration of galaxies, and looked at from a virtual perspective, that they found an answer. They were so far away from the old Necron Space, that a term was assigned, rather than a number.

The End of Creation.

The end of creation. A hypothetical edge of all known creation, the outward edge of the radius of the Big Bang. Technically, they were on the inner edge of the accretion disk of the edge of creation.

Some thousand galactic clusters were all that stood between them and the true end of creation, the end of existence.

It was a breath of fresh air. They were so far away that it would take quadrillions of years by phase travel just to get to the outer edge of what they had mapped out in their previous home.

With the threat of war gone, the people calmed down. That is, until Contact Beta.

A single Necron ship floated through the blackness of space, cruising gently. Soft white light poured from the engines, leaving a short misty trail behind them. The hanger bay shields lent a depth to the ship, a 3 kilometer long battleship, the crescent shape protecting its hangers. Large weapons emplacements were present, but powered down, standby gauss tubes dimly lit with red energy.

Much of the ship was automated, being controlled by Warriors operated through copies of Mag'ladroth. The definite command decisions were left to the bridge crew, who were actual Necrontyr. Elsewhere, Necrontyr department heads managed things, everything from engine repairs to general upkeep. In the hangers hung several hundred fighters, piloted by Mag'ladroth intelligences.

As the ship drifted silently through the void, it altered course, picking up a new energy signature. Unlike anything it had on records, it was powerful, and accompanied by a gravitational shift. It was extremely odd. Getting a location, the ship reoriented towards it, priming the engines. Immediately the soft white glow brightened, shining brighter and brighter, until there was a white flash, and the ship was gone.

Elsewhere, a small collection of ships appeared. They varied in their construction, the largest being almost a full kilometer long. It was hard and angular, with swept back wings on the sides. Large bore cannons were placed on swivel pods, arranged primarily in front of the ship. Around it, the escort vessels were of a different design. Primarily were the curved ships with a hole in the middle, powered with an omnidirectional engine. They were purple and blue, with smaller weapon mounts and in fewer number. The final group of ships were the smallest, but most distinctive. With a tan brown hull and numerous weapon mounts, they were the fastest. Interestingly, they had the largest concentration of sensor modules arrayed on the hulls.

This was a council exploration fleet, sent forth after almost 2000 years of isolation since the Rachni wars to explore and find new places for expansion. In particular was the projected shortage of Element Zero, the building blocks of what the known races of the galaxy lived on.

The ships lit up, red's and blue's glowing from the tips of sensor equipment. Inside, figures hurried, interpreting the scans and formulating plans on what to do. In particular they were heading for gravometric signatures that fell outside of the norm. Element zero acted based on the positive or negative electrical charge. This was present in the electromagnetic field of a planet. Not too great, but enough to show up on specialized sensors. When they went crazy, the fleet reoriented, aiming for what they hoped was a planet filled with Element Zero.

A planet floated in the blackness of space, a star shining brilliantly behind it. Green earth, white capped stony mountains and deep blue oceans covered the planet. In every respect, it was a perfect world, with enough rare minerals and ores to sustain any civilization for a few centuries.

Above the planet, in a flash of white light appeared a ship. Crescent shaped with black armor and red weapon charges, it hovered there. The crew onboard, both living and mechanical, scanned the planet, contacting the homeworld. If there ever was a planet to colonize, this was it. It would make the perfect first colony world.

Almost immediately, the sensors lit up. And object was approaching, multiple somethings, with a gravometric signature off the scale. It was moving in real space, several time the speed of light. Along with the gravometric signature there was a blue shift, extremely noticeable if one simply looked.

Rapidly, the ship moved. The dim lights of the weapons brightened, lightning bolts crackled across the capacitor banks. Doors opened, revealing cigar shaped warheads, and dish shaped devices sprung forth, projecting an invisible barrier. Fighters were loaded and primed, ready to shoot forth. Bulkheads closed and excess power was diverted to the weapon systems.

A flash of blue light, and twelve ships appeared, a trail of blue light behind them. And then, they stopped. Both factions, the Council Exploration fleet, tasked with expanding council rule, and the Necrontyr, ready for war, tasked with exploring this unknown section of space. One made to strengthen an already powerful alliance, the other to secure a place at the edge of creation.

Not since Contact Alpha, the meeting between the Necrontyr and the Old Ones, had a situation like this occurred. Except, the situation was reversed. Deep in the annals of history, it was recorded that a Necrontyr fleet had happened upon a single ship. It was tense, but first contact, Contact Alpha, went smoothly.

The two groups stared at each other, watching, waiting. One side would act, and that side would go down in history, for better or for worse.

A signal raced across the void between the ships, eagerly gobbled up by the communications arrays. Meanwhile, the Necrontyr ship, fitted with computer hacking abilities that bordered on omnipotent, copied the entirety of the Council Fleet's computer banks and began decrypting the language data base.

20 minutes later, after the original message was sent, communications were established.

Captain Charles Kane, commander of the Scout Battleship Nickleson, stared at the screen. On screen, there were aliens stared back. A vaugly armored looking avian creature, with dull grey plates covering its face. On these plates was something of an intricate face paint design, slightly worn with age. The second was amphibian, with large eyes, a thin, elongatedface that was topped by two small horns. The third was very similar to his own species, a female, but with blue skin and a sort of scaled group of tentacles on the back of the head.

In comparison, he must have looked very similar to the blue species. Very humanoid, pale skin, a mess of black hair on his head, dressed in a black, two piece uniform.

Already the transmission was being beamed to High Command, recorded, saved, and backed up, another addition to the ever expanding digital archives.

"Greetings, I am Captain Charles Kane, commander of this ship and a representative of the Necrontyr. I greet you and hope for many years of peace and cooperation." He sighed, this, this was the defining moment of his career, either it would end peacefully, or they would set this galaxy aflame in the fires of war.

"Greetings to you Captain Charles Kane. I am General Desolus, military commander of the Council Exploration fleet." General Desolus, the avian creature, was, if the tone of voice was to go buy, extremely by the book.

Then again, it was an alien species, who knew what that tone of voice was? He could be anything from happy to pissed.

"I am Deputy Councilor Irissa, the diplomatic envoy for the Asari Republics and the Citadel Council." It was the blue skinned alien. Perfectly translated, her voice was smooth, flowing. It had almost a watery voice.

"And I am Valern, science officer for this expedition. I am also the Salarian representative for my species. I look forward the future."

Kane was about to continue, until something behind the three Council representatives appeared. It was dressed in a far more military style, with a tan jacket and pants, numerous medals decorated it's chest. It's face, however, was far different. Four black eyes arranged around a flat face, with a raised upper lip. Definitely, even compared to the other three, was a disturbing, somewhat disgusting creature.

"Sorry I am late, the lift was slow." It glanced at the screen, and something of a look was passed between Kane and this new alien. The new Alien saw a species to be conqoured, a resource to be exploited, something to have come and go at its beck and call. Kane however saw an enemy to be defended against. A preliminary search from the copied data base gave him the species.

Batarian, a Council Species, they had a seat on the Council, making them the 4th and newest race to be given a seat. They were also slavers, with their entire economy based on slaves, both of their species and other's. Yes, definitely, a species to defend against.

Kane looked at the four of them. Honestly, it was a far better first contact situation. They were not a godlike species, capable of manipulating the laws of physics like a child manipulates blocks. Instead, they were a science based society, believing in the laws of physics and what can be studied in the real world. They still held onto religious doctrine, old traditions. Far better than the Old Ones.

He smiled. Yes, perhaps this would go well.

"I would like to continue this further, but I do not have the proper authority to continue past simple greetings. I shall have to contact my superiors and request a diplomatic party." The figures nodded, but the Batarian continued.

"I would like to make it known that this planet is under council jurisdiction, it represents many many years of lessened hardship to the Citadel Council." Grinning, if the Batarian's face was capable of doing that, it seemed it had secured the planet that, by all rights, contained centuries of Element Zero.

"Unfortunately this planet is of particular interest to the Necrontyr and I cannot allow you to have it. Perhaps our two civilizations can come to an agreement, but until then, it is Necrontyr property."

Kane noticed as the four figures, particularly the Batarian, but the 4 figures, frown in some way. Clearly this planet was something more than just a colony. Perhaps it had to do with those weird energy readings it was giving off.

Glancing left, much to the curiosity of the Citadel representatives, he nodded, seeing the message held by his Comms officer.

"A delegation is on their way to begin diplomatic negotiations. They shall be here within the hour. Until then, I ask that you keep your current position." The transmission cut.

LINE BREAK

Inside the Dyson Sphere was a fascinating thing. Green fields and forests enshrouded a white star, visible as far as the eye could see. Interspaced in regular locations were grey spots, representing the cities. Numerous lanes of private craft created a flowing web, while the rotation of the day and night cycle made for an interesting sight.

In the Capital City, deep within a protected vault, the military leadership meet along with a customized Warrior, acting as Mag'ladroth's Avatar.

"So, Contact Beta. How do we proceed?" As per regulations, nobody knew who the other was. Their face was obscured, and voice modulated beyond recognition.

"Send a diplomatic ship. I would prefer that there be no bloodshed this soon into our colonization attempts." There were a few nods.

"If you look at the technical specifications of their ships, they are weak. Their entire force is based upon an element that has so many drawbacks. More to the point, none of these species actually created their own technology. It's all based off of these Protheans."

Numerous 3 dimensional images popped up, ranging from the Mass Effect core to basic weapon design. They took a minute to look.

"Mag'ladroth, what do you think? You have access to all this data, what's your view on this?" The Avatar was silent, burning red electronic eyes staring into nothingness.

"I would send a delegation. For the most part, they seem sincere. However, I would not reveal any technology to them. To this Citadel Council, my existence is illegal, and the Warriors are too. All considered, it might not be a bad idea to pursue diplomatic action." His voice was deep and commanding. With the processing power of a civilization behind it, the decision was the best solution.

"Then we're agreed. A diplomatic ship shall be sent immediately. Meanwhile, organize more ships. We need to deploy our own detection grid in this new galaxy. We'll do it right. Begin construction on the type 4 impact detectors. Given that they move in real space that reduces costs. I want a perimeter set up by the end of the week." With a chorus of 'yes sir's', the meeting disbanded.

In factories positioned at the poles of the star, they began collecting stellar matter, turning it into raw materials. Cargo ships were prepared and readied to deploy the sensor beacons.

All around the Dyson Sphere, a civilization prepared themselves. For Peace or for War, they would stand united against the forces of the Universe, and should it come to war, they would not go quietly.

[A.N.] My Dear Readers, I am so sorry for taking so long. I was enrolled in college, so my time was… limited. I have nothing to say but Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and I wish you a very happy new year. Let's hope the next chapter will be sooner?