-Ya'll know that BioWare owns all. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and the rest of the story as well-

One In The Same

Kahn

Kahn sat in the corner of a small room on the Bloodlust. It had finished its mission hours ago and was now returning to Calypso so he could continue monitoring the progress of the cloning. The Annihilators that were used on the human world worked better than what was originally planned. All in all, the attack went smoother than what Kahn had predicted, and he had predicted an easy attack. The plan was simple; take the humans by surprise and completely destroy all of them. It was the perfect way to test out their new soldiers.

Now that Kahn had accomplished his mission, he could sit back and relax all the way back to Calypso. It was just him and his thoughts in own personal part of the ship. The words of General Darv still sat in his head. Would he live out his own legacy or that of his uncle. His uncle had been there for him his whole life and helped bring Kahn up in the Anahaus ways of war and battle. Geng had helped form Kahn into the animal that he had become.

Was General Darv right though, was it time for his people to have a new leader over them? The remaining elders seemed to be behind him, almost pushing him to think about the possibility of challenging his uncle for the right to lead the Anahaus. Kahn was an Annihilator, the first of his kind. Geng was an old, war torn Anahaus who was beginning to show signs of his aging. But he was still smart and cunning. Fighting his uncle would be a foolish decision…or would it be?

Kahn knew that he was bigger and possibly stronger than his uncle. But brute strength and size alone did not win a fight. Geng was very smart for his age. Very few Anahaus were as smart or witty as his uncle. His smarts were what kept him in power for such a long time, along side of his strength that is. Those two traits made him a very powerful ally and enemy at the same time. Kahn knew this all to well. His uncle was his closest ally but it also seemed like he was the only thing standing in his way from being the complete and truly perfect warrior. He was the only thing standing in his way from the one thing he did not have. And that one thing was power.

Fighting his uncle would be treason though. But it was only treason if he lost the fight against his uncle, and the punishment would be his death. Worse than that, his entire legacy would be tainted. His very name would be mocked for years to come as the Anahaus who failed to defeat his old uncle.

Being the first Annihilator created meant that he had to set the standard for the rest of the army that was being created. It also meant that he would be scrutinized by all of those around him. If he lost to his uncle then their suspicions about his abilities to perform would be confirmed. The legacy of the Annihilators would end before it even got the chance to truly begin.

Kahn snapped himself back into reality. He was forgetting what he was and where it was that he had came from. Yes he was not a pure blood Anahaus, he was a clone. But that did not mean that he was that much different from the rest of the race. A thirst for blood and destruction was something that was the one characteristic he shared with the rest of his people. He had a yearning to get out and kill all of his opponents. Not just kill them, but do it in such a way that would strike fear into the hearts of all those who might just oppose the Anahaus. He wanted the best for his people and to see them progress in the galaxy. That meant destroying all of the races that could be considered to be roadblocks to the Anahaus.

In order to do that though, there would need to be a drastic change. He shuddered to think about how his race would accept what he was considering doing to his uncle. Challenging his uncle for the top spot in the Anahaus military was not something that he took lightly, nor was it something that was going to be an easy decision. It would be something that would need to be thought out for a couple of days, or longer before he made the formal challenge. Only one Anahaus had challenged Geng in his reign as ruler of he Anahaus and he failed to kill Geng. But the last one to do it was not Kahn, he was not a super soldier whose only purpose was to bred to kill all in front of him.

General Darv had made it clear to Kahn that this was an act that was needed to be done in order for the Anahaus to prosper. Geng was a very strong leader, but he was aging. Being the leader of his people had caused him to age quickly, due to the extra stress added onto his body. Kahn thought to himself that he could possibly bring in new life to the Anahaus and its military. He could spark a new desire into his people that could help them push on and over run the Turians, Salarians, and even that damned Commander Shepard.

If Geng was one of the roadblocks to Kahn's rise to glory than so was Commander Shepard. The Anahaus had watched him for years and always had a great interest in his affairs. He was a strong individual, not like the other humans that they had encountered before. Shepard had defied the odds on numerous occasions. All of those occasions were times when a normal human would have given up and lost hope completely. But this human stayed the course and continued to fight with every fiber in his being.

This is what made Kahn want to meet him in combat. The two of them standing across from each other, meeting in combat where there could only be one true winner. Kahn knew deep down who the winner would be. He was physically superior to Shepard. But still there was something about Shepard that made him stronger beyond his capabilities. He had something that Kahn could not quite figure out what it was.

If Kahn could somehow take Shepard out of the equation then not only would humanity be weakened, but so would the Council. Shepard was their hero who would do almost anything they asked of him. Killing him would surely break the Council and leave them vulnerable to an attack.

Geng and Shepard would need to be eliminated. Kahn wanted to be the strongest being in the galaxy, and in order to do that he would need to prove it to himself and the rest of the Anahaus race. Geng was their current leader and Shepard was a legend amongst all of the races in the galaxy. His influence reached hundreds of stars and systems, an influence that Kahn could only dream about having. But he could have all of these things, if he wanted to reach out and take them.

Power.

Influence.

Strength. They were all out there, waiting for him to snatch at the opportunity to grasp at them and become the warrior he desired to be. Kahn knew what his first step was going to be. But it would take something that he never thought he would be without. Courage.

Shepard

Christian Shepard stood over the galaxy map as his ship the Normandy SR-2, headed back to the Citadel, the heart of the galactic community. There latest mission took him to the now destroyed human colony of Egeos. On the outside of things it looked as if it was a failure, but he was able to rescue Lily from what could have been a horrible fate. He was taking her back to give her to an orphanage, or at least find someone who was going to be able to take care of her. Miranda had made comments about wanting to keep her on board, but the truth was the ship was no place for her. The dangers of what the Normandy's crew did were too great to endanger a child.

It was a heavy hear that he had to say goodbye to her. He had only known her for a couple of days but he had gotten to be attached to her, just as Miranda had done. But know was not the time for them, or anyone else at that, to get attached to someone when there was a mission at hand.

Of course that made him felt like a hypocrite. Twice he had fallen for a woman before the biggest battles of his life. But this was a little different, he had told himself. The women he was with knew the dangers that were laid out in front of them. This innocent little girl did not.

In a way, she was like the rest of the human race. She had no idea about the bigger picture of what was going on. All she knew was that some monsters destroyed her home and took her parents from her. But Shepard knew more, more that she could not nor would she ever understand. Most humans, and even the Council, had no idea about what he was up against, and could possibly face in the upcoming days or weeks. He had tried to warn them about the Reapers before but they would not listen. And now he was trying to warn them about the terrors that were going to face if they were to go up against the Anahaus.

Shepard had fought against one of them by himself and was given a great ass kicking. It sent a chill down his spine though to know that his newest enemies were breeding an army of soldiers that were stronger than the one that he had faced on Calypso. He and his crew were going to be up against a force that the galaxy had not seen yet. One that had the possibility of being able to wipe out entire civilizations if left unchecked.

That would not stop him though from doing his damndest to try and stop the Anahaus though. He had made a living of proving doubters wrong. He had defied his critics so many times, against numerous enemies and seemingly insurmountable odds that he almost expected it from himself at this point in his life. Not just proving everyone wrong, but having the balls big enough to look the devil himself in the eyes and spit in his face. It was who he had become.

A lot of people refer to him as a hero, but that is not how he thought of himself. In his mind he was just going what he had to do in order to preserve humanities' place in the galaxy. There had been a lot of racism towards humanity since they burst onto the galactic scene many years ago. The First Contact War was only the beginning of what had been a struggle for humans to be able to be accepted in the galaxy. Turians had always been weary of humans and the lust that many of them had for power and personal profit. Shepard, thankfully, was not like that. He had tried his damndest to prove all of the galaxies' races wrong about humans. He intended to prove that they did belong in the galaxy. It had been a long, long road for his race but slowly they were beginning to prove their worth.

He looked around the central part of the Normandy SR-2. Miranda stood next to one of the terminals, talking with one of the Ensigns that had been assigned to be part of the crew. If he wasn't fighting for humanity then he was fighting for her, the love of his life. She had seen Christian through a lot of things, even death.

Things had been a little tense at first with Ashley coming on board the ship, but Miranda had finally been able to work around the Commander's former lover being around. The discovery of Lily had definitely helped bring out a little bit of Miranda's 'human' side a little bit, in ways that Shepard could not. Miranda's maternal instincts had switched on and she had shown a side of herself that no one thought she had. A side of her that was caring and almost a normal human.

The Commander let out a long sigh. He was tired, both physically and mentally. From the time of his 'resurrection' to now, he had been going nonstop. Going across the galaxy, hunting down races that were hell bent on destroying humanity. But Shepard was determined to put a stop to all of it.

"Shepard," came Garrus' voice, bringing the Commander back to reality for a moment. Shepard spun around and folded his arms across his chest, leaning against one of the bars that separated him from the Galaxy Map. The room went back to its normal colors after the map went away, putting an end to the orange hue amidst the room.

"I have come into contact with some very interesting information in regards to the Anahaus," Garrus said. Now Shepard's interest was piqued. Any type of information he could get his hands on would be very useful at this time.

"Who did you get this from?" Shepard asked.

"A personal friend of mine named Ruso Vegrell," Garrus said. "We used to work together back when I worked for C-Sec. He is in the 'information' business. And it just so happens that the Turian Government has a new growing interest with our enemies."

Shepard cocked his head to the side a bit, "Why is that? If anything I thought that the Turians would turn a cold shoulder to human affairs."

"One might be inclined to think that," Garrus said. "But this is a close personal friend of mine, one that I trust very much." Shepard considered Garrus' words for a moment. If it was enough for Garrus to trust this man then it should be enough for Shepard to trust him as well. Garrus had a good sense about people and could almost rell instantly about them.

"Tell me what you got Garrus," Shepard said.

-I was hoping that everyone could see some similarities between Shepard and Kahn. That being that they only wanted the best for their respective races, but doing it differently. And of course, get things in motion for the ending to Shepard and Kahn's