Drem Yol Lok, Greetings
it's ME again! Sorry for the long wait my dear readers but I got stuck on something's, like some of the Ideas YOU my dear readers gave me, like assimilating Alduins or Martin Septims souls or even both, but I don't think that would work and here's why. First off I don't think Sheppard would be able to absorb Martin's soul because he likely ascended to Aetherius upon his death and thus will likely not be coming back. Secondly I don't think Akatosh or any of the Ten Divines would allow Alduin to return back to Mundus or more specifically Nirn so soon, unless it is to aid the Empire in its fight against The Reapers during the Reaper Invasions.
Also one of YOU my dear readers gave me a great idea about using cloned bodies instead of mechanical ones for "Body Swapping" which I think is a exhalent idea and would help serve as a base to resurrect Sheppard during the events of Mass Effect II or in the story The Elder Scrolls III:
Collector Attacks and would help in other ways like what certain reviewer said which I will quote here: "such as cloning stare limbs and organs to replace damaged ones (magic may let you heal but if you lose a limb or two you're going to need mass to regrow them, which means that you need to wait the time for the organism to digest enough food to accumulate the necessary biomass, having spare parts speeds up the process considerably)." And I agree cloning could be very useful considering what he said about it helping keeping Dragons fed as well as Dinosaurs. But there is one Question I'd like to ask is that when you put I will quote here: "just plug the soul gem in (or maybe they have one built in and the soul gets transferred to that gem letting people to jump from a body to another)" what do you mean by that exactly? Since the body in question is biological in nature and there for you can't just plug something into a biological body like you would with a machine. So PLEASE explain this to me because I like the idea your proposing.
Oh and one more thing I listened to your comments on the Imperial Military ranking and structure so I decided to see how the Imperial Military and structure is in The Elder Scrolls V: SKYRIM and from that I "fixed" it some so look at the bottom of page to see it
Book 1, Chapter 5
Solar System: The Mundus System, Planet: Nirn, Continent: Tamriel, Province: Skyrim, Location: Mount Monahven (Mother wind) or The Throat of the World
Paarthurnax sites upon the peak of the Monahven in quiet meditation when a female voice speaks telepathically to Paarthurnax in Dovahzul (Dragon Voice). Drem, Yol, Lok, Paarthurnax vir los Odahviingge liin Briifoah ahrk ok ziin mal Dovah yunkliinne Daniikahviing ahrk Briithurah?
Paarthurnax makes a small smile then answers and asks. "Pruzah ganog Zu'u lorfonaar, vir dreh hi dreh Dovahkiin Ekrah?"
The voice responds with. "Pruzah ganog Zu'u lorfonaar. Then she asks him. "Zu'u griindol drey ni dahmaan, vir los ponok yun Dovahkiin? Dreh hi mindok?"
Paarthurnax chuckles a little in his mind and smiles with an answer. "Geh, nol fos Zu'u laat hon rekro ahst Shanxi ol aan deinmaar do thun."
The mysterious voice happily responds. Pruzah Zu'u los olniiv wah hon tol. Oo ahrk Paarthurnax til los atruk Zu'u kent fun hi.
Paarthurnax smiles. "Fos los nii, Ekrah Hunklyv?"
Hunklyv responds. Oo lig Paarthurnax dreh ni nenvaar wah zey ol atruk ful prudaav ol tol.
Zu'u los krosis Ekrah Hunklyv. Paarthurnax chuckles at his taunt.
Hunklyv ignores the taunt and states her instructions for Paarthurnax. Pruzah Panoz Zu'u fund med hi Paarthurnax wah bel ponok yun Dovahkiin fod hi vis.
Zu'u mindoraan Hunklyv.
Meanwhile
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As they began to enter the atmosphere, enemy Fighters opened fire on the Kataria.
"Sir! Enemy fighters have opened fire on the Kataria!" A crewmember reported.
"WHAT!? Don't just sit there! Open fire!" Odahviing roared.
"Yes sir!" The crewmember answered as she began to type in commands into a console. However before she could finish typing in the commands a shot from the Enemy Fighters managed to destroy one of the three rear thrusters.
"GJOK WHAT WAS THAT?!" Odahviing angrily demanded as the Kataria shook violently.
"Sir! One of the ships rear thrusters was destroyed! And it looks like we're going to have to make an emergency landing!" Another crewmember replied.
"Gjok…" Odahviing growled angrily.
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Saren walked across the barren desolated city that themselves had destroyed. He clinched his left stump which was bleeding immensely with a cloth from his supplies. He felt incredibly weak and thirsty. His vision had become so blurry that everything had appeared to fade apart. He had walked for twenty minutes or two hours (he wasn't sure which one was correct) hoping to meet a friendly face; so far he hadn't. The Turian chuckled weakly; it was almost ironic, killed on a foreign world where his body would never be returned; instead just rot on the floor and all of his electronics were useless from his earlier battle. "So this is how it ends; me dying at only twenty and on an alien world," he thought both angry and afraid of what he knew was going to happen. He dropped to his knees in intense pain; he looked up to the alien sun and towards the direction he assumed Palaven was; waiting for death. However, a glimmer of hope emerged when he heard the faint, but distinct sound of Turians.
"Somebody Help," he yelled out with all his might though he was not quite sure he was loud enough since he assumed he went unnoticed. "SOMEBODY HELP," he yelled out again, but much louder and causing him to cough up small amounts of blood.
He could hear the causal chatter among them quickly change to a more serious and focused one as they rushed towards him. Three Turian soldiers rushed up towards him incredibly shocked at the injured lieutenant's injuries and surprised by how long he could live for.
"Spirits, what happened," asked the sergeant shocked by Saren's state.
"Call…. Shuttle…. Now…," he demanded weakly as he slumped to the floor unconscious.
The sergeant immediately pulled out his radio. "This is Sergeant Marinus, Lieutenant Saren is missing his left arm and bleeding a lot; I'm requesting a shuttle for pick up," he demanded quite urgently.
"I'll be there right away," the radio operator replied sounding deeply affected by the news as he hanged up the radio.
Sergeant Marinus tucked his radio back into his belt and rushed towards Saren. He had let go of the rag that was covering his wound and large amounts of blood were now pouring rapidly from his wound. The sergeant quickly pulled out a first aid kit and opened it up; it contained wrappings, large band aids, water, painkillers and packs of ice. The sergeant immediately covered the bleeding wound with several large band aids placed quickly on without any thought. He then took out several ice packs and pressured them unto the wound hoping to stop the bleeding. "Someone, get over here," he ordered towards his allies desperately. One of them ran up towards their Sergeant. "I need you to wrap that medical wrap around Saren's wound and over the ice pack," he ordered as he pushed the icepack down on Saren's wound and pointed his head towards the first-aid kit. The soldier immediately wrapped the medical wrap around there injured comrade's wound. Marinus continued to do his best to keep Saren alive.
After twelve minutes or what seemed like an eternity to the entire squad, the shuttle had finally arrived. The shuttle hovered over the ground and out jumped General Desolas followed by three turian medics. "I want Saren attended to immediately," he ordered loudly and sounding quite desperate to heal his brother as quickly and best as they can.
The three doctors immediately rushed over towards Saren and quickly pulled out several objects which were; a small magnetic ball with plenty of short slim wires attached to the end, a bottle filled with blue gel and an artificial left arm. The doctors quickly pulled off the band aids that were covering Saren's wound and placed large amounts of the blue gel into the wound. One of the doctors then pulled out the small magnetic ball and placed it in the wound; making sure that all wires are placed in properly. The doctors then magnetically attached and screwed the robotic arm to the small metal ball. They had performed the operation completely accurate; however, they couldn't do if the arm was functional or not until Saren tested it for himself.
"How did this happen," demanded Desolas quite obvious angry towards the sergeant.
"I don't know, we just found him like this," replied Marinus quite intimidated.
After the operation was complete, the doctors carried the wounded Turian abroad the shuttle followed by the four other turians.
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Saren felt weak, tired and incredibly dehydrated. His body had lost much of his original weight making him dangerously thin and he knew it too. He could feel multiple tubes in his arms injecting liquids into his veins. He opened up his eyes to see where he was. The room had bright white walls, medical tools on a table, two chairs by the sides and posters of the different anatomy of various alien species. He could hear the sound of engines flaring and officers running around quite busy on their tasks. He could instantly tell that he was in a hospital room on a ship; which one he was on, he did not know.
The metal doors slide up and out step his brother Desolas. He walked towards his younger brother and took a seat on the chair left to the bed. "How are you feeling." He asked sounding quite concerned.
"I feel incredibly weak and exhausted. Other than that, I'm quite thankful that I'm still alive." he replied weakly and quite thankful for his survival. "Where are we and how long have I been out?"
"You're on my ship, the baracunicus and you've been out for eight hours." He said sounding proud though his tone was mostly concern for his brother. He stared at Saren's left arm which had remained unused and apparently unnoticed by Saren. "You haven't notice your left arm?"
Saren looked at where he assumed only a stump was. Much to his surprise and gratitude, an artificial Turian arm had been placed over his wound. He tried to move it; however, he was too dehydrated for his nerves to reach the robotic arm. After several tries, he looked up and asked, "Doesn't this kind of model cost millions; why waste so much?"
Desolas was greatly surprised by his younger brother's comment. "Because you're my younger brother and one of the soldiers we have the privilege to have in the army. You're a twenty year old lieutenant who accomplished more in five years than most people carry out in their entire career, and you're a Spectre candidate." Desolas replied placing importance on those last few words.
"You put my name as a Spectre candidate, but why." Saren asked incredibly excited and happy because of his brother's action; however, he was too exhausted to show any sign of it.
"Like I said, you're one of our best soldiers and deserve to have the chance to become a Spectre. Unfortunately, you can't go through Spectre training for two years," he replied sounding quite displeased by his last words.
"Do you know when I'll be out of here?"
"I don't actually know; doctors say it's between one to four months." He replied sounding unsure if he would ever make it out at all. "How did you lose your arm?"
"Got cut by with a dagger by one of those weird and strange things down there," he replied sounding afraid of what was below. "Listen, these aliens were fighting; they're not one race, it's an entire alliance," he warned.
"I know, the soldiers informed me about that,"
"No, that isn't what you should be concerned about. Listen, these things are unlike anything we've ever faced before and have powers beyond our imagination; they have magical powers. They can raise the dead, make you go insane, turn metal into metal, heal wounds within minutes, control fire, ice and lightning and summoned monsters from thin air. They're basically gods." Saren replied sounding quite serious and certain that he was telling the truth; however, he sound quite delusional. "And don't say I'm imagining things, because I've witness the aliens do these things with my own eyes."
"Are you sure you're not just hallucinating." He quickly changed the subject when he noticed that his brother wanted to prove him wrong. "Anyways, I better get going," he replied as he got up and walked towards the door. "And when this whole thing clears over and everything goes back to normal; I'll buy a couple of drinks." Desolas stepped out of the room and into the hallway. "Magical powers, ridiculous," he thought to himself as he walked towards the bridge refusing to believe his brother's words; however, a part of him believed.
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Sheppard lay on a small single-sized hospital bed; her mind completely indulged in her own mind. She twisted and turned violently; remembering the events of the previous day.
The Wood-Elf quickly shot upwards out of bed. As she woke up; she founded herself in a large hospital room surrounded by a dozen other patients and healers. The place was damp and warm. The walls, ceiling and floor were all made of quarried stone. She found out that her clothes replaced replaced by a thin incredibly itchy white hospital robe; something that greatly bugged her. She checked her body for any undergarments; there was none. The elf grumbled in slight anger; she needed to get some actual clothes on.
She saw an argonian healer attending the patients; the doctor looked awfully like Velia; however the majority of her face was covered by a thick hood and she was dozens of feet away from her. "Is that Velia," she thought as she rubbed her eyes to get a better look; which was fairly easy.
She could hear the sound of magic, chatter and engines roaring. She covered her ears in annoyance due to the noise going on around her. While her body had been fully healed her mind has not as she had quite the headache. The Wood-Elf slowly lifted herself off the bed and dragged herself towards the Argonian unnoticed and still half asleep as her Lycanthratropic blood healed what was left of her injuries. She approached the woman and was about to get her attention but then she turned around. "Hey Sheppard, how's it going." She said as she hugged her tightly.
"I'm doing fine Velia; how about you?"
"Great, I got a chance to retest my restoration skills. They may not be as sharp as before, but there still quite efficient." She replied proud of herself with her eyes shut and her posture showing confidence.
"Where are we," asked Ysreth curious at where here was. Velia didn't respond as she was still unfocused on reality; it was quite annoying for Ysreth. "Velia, where are we!" She yelled in the Argonians ear.
Velia was immediately snapped back into reality. "You don't have to yell." she said annoyed as she rubbed her ears in very slight pain.
"Where are we," said Sheppard again sounding much more frustrated.
"You're on Shanxi twelve miles below the surface of the city Enderberg in an underground secret military base. Where the best warriors, mages, assassins and even Nightingale Agents the empire has to offer has den gathered together to fight an alien menace. Sounds crazy, I know," she informed.
"Meh," she replied emotionless. She then walked away from Velia (which she found to be quite rude); having no point to talk to her anymore.
She approached the door and was about to open it when somebody took notice of her. In a flash, a Redguard man jumped in front of her and blocked her path. The Wood-Elf moved her hand away from the doorknob and stared at the man in front of her.
He had dark brown skin, thin short black hair and was about twenty-three years old. He had an athletic body with a very noticeable muscular build and was about the same height and size as Sheppard. He wore a dark blue thin military jacket with a few gold and silver badges pinned unto his left chest and wore dark blue pants. "Sheppard, nobodies suppose to leave without a doctor's permission," he ordered.
"Hello David, how's it been," she asked casually, no longer half asleep. "Now if you excuse me, I have to get my clothes and get out of these barrages of sounds," she replied annoyed as she attempted to nudge her away out.
Anderson grabbed her by the sleeve and pulled her back; she staggered back a few feet after he had released his grip. Sheppard growled quietly under breath annoyed. "Wait here, I'll get your clothes for you and some medicine." Anderson slowly walked away from her hoping she wouldn't try to run.
Ysreth waited there for several minutes leaning against the wall when she saw Anderson coming back carrying a set of clothes and a small dark red potion in his hand. He stopped and placed the set of clothes on the floor and then offered the dark red potion in his hand for her. "The doctors say you can leave as long as the drink this potion."
"I don't the Healing potion. I'm a Alpha Werewolf remember?" grabbing the potion out of the Redguards hand and immediately chucked it down her throat. It tasted incredibly thick and bitter. "But thank you anyway." She replied and removed the empty bottle away from her mouth and wiped the remaining contents off her mouth. "Do you know where a fountain is; that potion you gave me tasted disgusting," she replied.
"There's a water fountain near the bathrooms." He pointed towards a fountain near the other side of the room.
Sheppard grabbed the clothes that lay on the ground and walked quickly towards the bathroom. She took a quick drink from the fountain and stepped inside the bathroom. She checked the pile of clothes that had been given to her. Everything was there; her undergarments and her black t-shirt, pants and show were all present. She slipped into one of the stalls and quickly changed; she felt glad to be wearing something that actually belonged to her.
She walked out of the bathroom and towards Anderson who was still waiting by the exit door. She opened the door and walked out of the building with Anderson right behind her. "So David, do you know where we're supposed to go?"
"Just follow me." He walked through the large hallways of the complex and stopped at a large metal door. He pulled out a small electronic key and inserted it into the lock. "Gear up and meet me at the end of the south side of the hallway. Your armor should be on the far side of the room," he said opening the door for her. He then walked away as soon as the Elf had entered the room.
Sheppard turned on the lights to show rows of unique and interesting sets of armor displayed across the room. She looked around the room for her own set of armor. Immediately, she sprinted towards the set. The armor was midnight black, skin-tight and basically weightless. It had an ebony light gray mask with a thick black hood over it; the mask is capable of thermal and night vision. Leather/Ebony boots. A long black malachite/silk fiber cape on the armor which connected to the hood. The cape capable of making someone with the proper weight to glide around the sky almost like they were flying. A med-size black leather skirt on the outside of the armor and the pale gray leather gloves on the wrist. A small pale gray belt with a small shield generator on the back of the suit. A circular badge displaying an avian figure embracing a sphere of undetailed darkness symbolizing Nocturnal above her breasts. It was the distinct and awe-inspiring armor of the Nightingales; a group that had once been master thieves, now the greatest Intel gatherers, infiltrators and among other things in the empire.
She slipped the Nightingale armor on like a glove, it felt as light as a feather to her. She then looked around the room for her weapons since Anderson had said to come geared up. She looked around the area until she spotted a chest with her name on it. She attempted to open the chest; surprisingly, the chest was locked. "That's odd; it does have my name on it," she thought to herself confused. She brought her pointing finger near the lock and sent a burst of lightning to the electronic lock causing to open. She was going to ask Anderson for the keys, but it seemed like a hassle for both of them.
A few weapons and tools were inside of the chest. The first was a Nightingale issued sniper rifle; a weapon both deadly and silent. It was midnight black like her armor and quite long, flat, narrowed and smooth. The design of the rifle was completely edgeless one could slide their hand across the rifle. Secondly, a pair of light silenced Nightingale issued pistols was in the chest. They had a smooth appearance and design much like her sniper rifle. Thirdly, a pair of short silver katanas, a few smoke bombs, Throwing Knives, ammo, a laser lockpick and two ebony daggers was in the chest. She pulled out the sniper rifle, pistols, katanas, lockpick, ammo and daggers. She then walked out of the armory basically looking like a one-woman army.
She walked south towards the end of the hallway into a small meeting room. A crowd of soldiers gathered around an Imperial man on top of a podium; eager for what he was about to say and unaware of the highly armored Bosmer behind them. The crowd was composed of Rieklings, giants, elves, men and Beastfolk. The imperial had thin straight gray hair and had tanned turquoise skin. He had a very small muscular build yet his light gray military clothes gave the impression that he was larger.
"Sup," said Ysreth said casually; attracting the attentions of the people in front of her. "How's it been Willimius," she asked casually towards the imperial on the podium.
"Sheppard, why are you carrying so many weapons," asked General Willimius wondering if Sheppard was insane or not.
"Anderson told me gear up, so I did."
"Alright then." Willimius faced towards Anderson. "Did you tell her to grab a bunch of weapons," he asked slightly angrily.
"No sir, I just told her to gear up," replied Anderson completely serious.
General Willimius then brought his attention back unto Sheppard. "ugh, just slip your way into the crowd," he ordered annoyed.
Ysreth took a quick glance at the large crowd in front of her which she would feel quite uncomfortable being stuck inside. "I think I'll just hang back here," she replied leaning her back against the wall causing the general a bit extra annoyance.
Willimius took his attention away from Sheppard and focused on the crowd in front of him. He then went into great detail about the alien attackers; their species' name, technology, weaknesses and lack of knowledge of magic, how they made first contact and the estimated reasons why they were invading. He then went into explaining operation winking skeever. The plan involved fifty small strike teams to be sent across the planet to kill every single Turian on the planet. The second step of the plan involved the empire's 69th armada to destroy every single Turian ship in orbit except for one. That one ship would a tracking spell placed on it and would hopefully give them the location of one of their colonies; the reason was never explained.
After the general finished explaining everything; the crowd of two-hundred people exited the room and headed towards the surface.
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Sheppard, David, Arnus and a Breton by the name of Jack sat in the back of an Imperial helicopter hidden within the clouds of the night sky, undetectable to radar. Their mission is to head to a crashed Imperial cruiser in the east end of day-star. They would be landing in a nearby rain forest for safety
The young adult elf had her rifle clinched firmly between her athletic legs and her back leaned erect against the wall ready for what's ahead. She felt greatly worried about the ordeal and what she hoped will not happen. However, she didn't fear for her own life or for the life of her fellow soldiers since she seemed quite sure they could handle themselves. Instead, she was worried for what will happen if it blows up into one big war. They knew very little about the Turians despite the large amount of information they had received. They didn't how big their military is, how many colonies they had, their destructive capabilities or if they have any allies; the Turians most likely know very little of us too.
If the Turians proved stronger than the empire then enslavement would seem like the most likely thing to happen. If the empire proved stronger then nearly all of the Turian worlds would see destruction beyond their imagination. If both sides were equal; well let's just say unfortunate things will happen. The Wood-Elf sighed under her ebony mask hoping it will never come to that.
She looked at her fellow soldiers to see how they were doing.
Anderson was sitting firm and straight ready for any threats they might face. He was fairly confident that the Turians weren't extremely dangerous He was checking his Imperial assault rifle to see if it was tuned to his liking. The Redguard smiled slightly after he was finished checking his rifle and strapped it on his back. He then ran a simulation in his head of every tactic he knew to see which was the most effective.
Jack was completely still and emotionless, his eyes were cold and calculating and he was completely focused on their job ahead. He paid zero attention to the people around him. He reminded Sheppard of Arch-Mage Maganus since they seemed to carry similar traits. However, he wasn't as cold or as calculating as the Arch-Mage.
Arnus was the only who seemed nervous about their assignment as he was twitching vary noticeably, he was fiddling with his fingers rapidly; tapping his foot at a fast paced and nervously hummed a small tune to himself.
"Are you okay?" Asked Sheppard who wondered if Arnus was well enough to fight.
"Don't worry; I'm fine," he lied.
Sheppard could easily tell that the High-Elf was lying. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want one of my comrades to get hurt because you chickened out. So I'll say it one last time; are you okay?" She asked sounding slightly desperate for his response
"I'm fine, just a little bit nervous but I can handle myself" he replied.
His answer seemed satisfying to the Wood-Elf; she then turned her attention away from the High-Elf. "So Jack; how long have you been in the military for," she asked wanting to know more about the stranger in front of him.
The Breton had short brown cropped hair, light brown eyes and had light white skin. He was about five feet tall, had a slim muscular build and looked about thirty-one. He wore a thick enchanted light brown leather jacket and pants with a plain white shirt underneath his jacket and night-vision goggles' over his forehead. The only protection he had was his shield generator around his belt and his own magical defenses; however, he was fairly certain that he had enough protection. His only weapon was a small red pistol by his hip which greatly contrasts the young woman facing him who was armed to the teeth.
"Eighteen years then I quit being a soldier," he replied having very little interest in their conversation.
"So why are you here?"
"Isn't it obvious Elf, I'm a mercenary," he replied calmly as he spun his pistol around his fingers.
Having a mercenary on her team was quite bothersome to her. She did not enjoy mercenaries since they seem unloyal, greedy and unwilling to serve without a reward.
"I would have expected a girl like you to pick up on the obvious. That head-trauma you've received may have given some slight brain damage," he replied coldly.
"Great, he's a mercenary and an asshole," she thought angrily to herself. Her face was basically covered in disgust; fortunately, her face was covered by her mask. "How long have you been a mercenary for," she asked trying her best not to show distaste in her words
"Eight years."
"And what kind of work do you do?"
"Any kind, it doesn't really matter what the job is as long as the pay is good," he replied with a grin on his face causing the Bosmer even more disgust. "I'm starting to get confused by why you are even talking to me. We only just met and it's unlikely we'll be encountering each other occasionally." Jack and Sheppard both drew themselves away from the conversation.
"We should be reaching the LZ in any second now so make sure you're prepared," informed the pilot as he flew the chopper over the forest and hovered it twenty-meters above the LZ. The four soldiers jumped out of the helicopter; Anderson landed on the ground with a loud thud carrying a bag of supplies, Jack landed without much effort, Arnus fell from the chopper and Sheppard landed gracefully on a tree branch.
"Just call me when you want pick up," informed the pilot as he flew away from the four soldiers.
"So does anybody know where is Day-star because I can't see anything and I'm covered in mud," replied Arnus slightly angry as he lifted himself up out of the mud and wiped the dirt off of his face. The thick darkness made it impossible to see without a pair of night-vision goggles.
"To the west and it's probably best if you put these on." Said Anderson as he lent night-vision goggles to the High-Elf. Arnus grabbed the goggles from the Redguards hand and strapped them on. Anderson pulled out one from the bag and strapped it on. "So now that I can see, does anyone know where we are," asked Arnus.
"According to my radar, we are about five kilometers away from the city; so it shouldn't take us very long," replied Sheppard who had climbed the top of the tree to get a better view. "We should probably get going." She jumped down from the top of the tree and landed on the ground. "So who wants to take point?" Nobody volunteered. "So nobody wants to take point? I guess I'll take point then." She started to sprint towards the city making sure her comrades were directly behind her. She could go faster than what she was going; however, she didn't know how fast or how long her fellow teammates could run. She was tightly clenched; ready for any threats that could pop up. She gripped the Nightingale pistol in her left hand and had a flare spell ready in her other hand. She turned her head left to right for every ten steps she took; carefully analyzing the environment around her. She sprinted quietly through the forest; making shour that each step was as silent as the wind and that her feet did not land in the many puddles below. However, her fellow teammates seem unable to move as quietly as her even after she ordered them too. The group's footsteps were quite noticeable to anyone nearby; something that worries the Wood-Elf.
After an hour of either walking, running or sprinting, the four soldiers had finally made it to the east end of the city where the ship crash landed. The trip had been quiet with most of the comments made being about Sheppard going too fast or to slow; something that annoyed her since she had change her pace almost every three minutes.
The four of them walked into the city being prepared for anything that they may come across. Weapons gripped tightly against their fingers and spells readied for any dangers ahead. As the group neared the crash site a Red Dragon landed in front of them. "Drem, yol, lok, greetings I am General Odahviing. It is good to finally have some reinforcements." The Dragon replied both gratefully and honestly.
"Greetings general, I didn't know you'd be here." Sheppard replied with surprise in her voice and her hands on both sides of her hip.
Odahviings sharp Ear-Holes could pick up the faint sound of heavy treads rolling against the road and the flaring of a powerful engine. He whispered Aura Whisper; he could sense a great number of soldiers heading their way. "We'll have tinvaak later. Right now it looks we've got company," he informed as he pointed north with his tail.
It didn't take long for the rest to realize what Odahviing was saying and followed him to a two-story tall furniture store at the end of the south end of the block where the ship had crashed. As the group headed towards the ruined building Ysreth could see at least a dozen Light Infantry Imperial soldiers patrolling around the crash site. Once they were at the crash site Odahviing stopped. The four soldiers soon followed suit and stopped as well. As Ysreth stopped she could see an Imperial officer running towards them being flanked by two Heavy Infantry Imperial soldiers.
"Sir Odahviing! It's good to see you're back and you've brought some reinforcements I see." Said the approaching Imperial Officer.
"Geh it is good to have some ruth reinforcements but I digress we need to get into defensive positions now!" Ordered Odahviing.
"Why is that?" The Imperial Officer asked out of curiosity.
"Because a large enemy force is coming." Odahviing answers angrily.
"Right on it!" The Imperial Officer said as he went to order the soldiers in defensive positions
"How many are there." Asked Sheppard as she readied her Nightingale sniper rifle.
"About two-hundred and a tank; should arrive in twenty minutes." Replied Odahviing.
"Wait; did you just say two-hundred," asked Arnus greatly surprised by what he just heard.
"Plus a tank."
"They may have us outnumbered but we have them greatly overpowered," Ysreth replied fairly confident; though, she did inform their pilot of their situation. Unfortunately, he would not be able to arrive until well after the battle has started. "Back-up won't arrive until an hour has passed. In the meantime, let's unleash Oblivion."
The footsteps of the approaching platoon became louder and louder; they all could hear the sound of heavy treads and a strong engine flaring in the background. They could see at least thirty Turians heading their way completely unaware of them. Sheppard quickly fired off twelve rounds and managed to cap twelve Turians with ease. She then quickly took cover and reloaded her rifle. The eighteen remaining Turians on the streets quickly started to sprint to cover. Anderson fired off a few short burst on a couple of Turians managing to kill four of them; one-hundred and seventy-six Turians now.
Arnus summoned a frost Atronach near six Turians who were attempting to take cover behind an ally. The Turians were quite surprised when a spinning large purple orb formed near them and a ten foot tall behemoth came out of it. The Turians fired at the Frost-Atronach; however, the bullets only deflected off its Stalhrim flesh and charged towards the six Turians easily managing to take them down. It then charged towards the eight remaining Turians on the street; however, a sticky grenade stuck to the Atronach managing to kill it. However, it did not make much of a difference as they all quickly gunned down by the other Imperial soldiers with.
The one-hundred and seventy remaining Turians split up into three groups and quickly sprinted towards cover. However, thirty of them were quickly vanquished by the Imperial Soldiers.
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It had only been ten minutes and already they've lost a third of their platoon by the hands of the alien forces at the end of the street. Desolas felt rather idiotic and ashamed for falling in such an easily seen ambush and allowing thirty of his men to be killed so quickly; however, even he couldn't prepare for what happened after that. Monsters magically appeared from spinning dark purple orbs. His own troops going completely insane and attacked one another. Dead raising from the grave and attacking the living. Blasts of lightning, fire and frost killed his troops one after another. Desolas wished he would have listened to his brother's warning which is starting to look a lot less crazy.
He knew that if they could not find an advantage soon, they'll quickly be taken out. Fortunately, a small or quite large and heavy glimmer of hope emerged when a Turian Tank drove into the scene. Desolas smirked as the tank raised its main gun upwards towards the building.
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Ysreth, Jack, Anderson and Arnus saw the smooth stream lined white and red tank slowly lifts its main gun towards them; they could hear the sound of a round being readied. Ysreth dropped her sniper rifle and readied lightning spells in both her hands. She touched her wrists against each other and formed a ball shape using her palms; she bent down and tucked her arms beside her left hip, a small glowing blue ball formed in her hands.
She quickly straightened out her arms and a concentrated light blue beam of lightning emerged from her hands at the exact moment the tank fired at them. The two projectiles hit each other in mid-flight; the tank round exploded in midair preventing the team's death. Unfortunately, the explosive destroyed most of their cover sending them flying back a few feet and small pieces of shrapnel blinded their teammate Jack whom took the majority of the explosion
Ysreth slowly lifted herself off the floor; her entire body groaned in pain from the explosive. Her vision had become blurry as the flash from the explosion overwhelmed her night-vision equipment, everything around her sounded much quieter, her head ached in pain. Fortunately, the effects quickly wearied off as her senses went back to normal and her Beast-Blood got to work Healing her.
She looked around the area to check on her teammates' state. Anderson and Arnus had been knocked back a few feet; though they quickly got back up on their feet. Jack was lying motionless on the floor; blood poured from his body. "Shit," thought Sheppard worriedly as he took a closer look at him. It was impossible to tell if he was alive or dead and she couldn't get any closer to find out and while she may despise Jack for his mercenary lifestyle; she didn't want him to die yet.
She telekinetically pulled the Breton near some cover and herself too. She checked the man's pulse; he was alive, barely. She knew that if Jack didn't receive medical attention he'll soon slowly die.
"We've got a man down," she yelled towards the two. Arnus and Anderson rushed towards the two and took cover behind the wall. They could hear the Turians making their way towards the building.
"Can any of you heal him," asked Sheppard as she pulled out her Nightingale pistols and dual-wielded them.
"Nope," replied Anderson as he readied his assault rifle.
"Not at all," replied Arnus as he readied a firebolt in his left hand a summoning spell in his right.
Sheppard called for back-up and two Imperial Heavy Infantry soldiers stormed in just as several Turians had already entered.
Twenty Turians came into their sights; the five comrades quickly dashed away from their position mere seconds before they were fired upon. Surprisingly, none of them were injured; not even Jack. The five comrades each took cover behind the varying items that had been spread around due to the blast. Arnus summoned a frost Atronach near the Turians blocking their path. The Atronach charged towards them swinging its arms around madly managing to knock out several of them.
Sheppard, Anderson and Arnus quickly took advantage of the situation and killed the Turians in quick succession. Unfortunately, they could hear a much larger group heading towards them; they needed back-up and fast.
Just then Odahviing appears in the night sky swoops down towards the Turian Tank and blasts it with metal melting Dragon-Fire and lands on a nearby building staring down at the Turians below. "AHAHAHAH…. Los tol faal pruzaan hi gaav? meyus joorre!"
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A ten foot tall heavily armored giant fell fifty feet high from a helicopter and landed with a loud thud. The giant wore bulky round streamlined shiny dark gray ebony armor. His armor was tight and form-fitting preventing anything from reaching his flesh. He had large sphere shaped shoulder-plates that encompassed his shoulder size three times over. The plating on his arms were round and smooth with a heavy long thin silver cylinder shaped magicka cannon placed over his right arm. His chest-plate was round and smooth and had multiple engravings on the front. The plating on his legs was similar to the plating on his arms and his heavy large ebony boots stomped the ground with noticeable force. A metal box shaped tank filled with magicka extract was strapped to his back. A thick large tube connected from the top of his tank to the side of his cannon. His helmet was the same as a Redoran guard except only dark gray and the long fin on the back removed.
The giant stood up and looked at the area in front of him. There was fifty Turians and a melted tank in front of him with a Red Dragon flying over; nothing too dangerous. They fired their weapons at the ebony-clad giant only to have each shot bounce off like rubber. The giant grunted loudly annoyed as he aimed and charged his cannon towards the fifty Turians. They all rushed to cover as soon as they saw a buildup of light-blue light on his right arm; however, the giant shot a light-blue concentrated beam of energy at them killing them within seconds.
He turned his attention towards the Dragon who landed on another building killing several Turians. "Ahst laat! Finally your here. But there isn't much left though." Said Odahviing rather happily.
The giant simply grunted and did a short nod of his head in reply.
General Desolas sprinted towards the building that the aliens had taken shelter in. Behind him were the twenty remaining Turians. It had originally been a platoon of two-hundred. Unfortunately, they were quickly shortened when a couple dozen; well a dozen now alien soldiers took them out. They apparently took out fifty Turian soldiers and a tank in the span of five minutes; he knew because he just lost contact with them a few minutes ago.
If those two dozen could take out two-hundred and fifty-Turians in such quick time and with only a few casualties; he could only imagine what a full platoon could do. He knew they were completely beat when it came to ground warfare; perhaps they'll do better when it came to space warfare.
Another thing that both worried and intrigued him was what they were capable of and their technology. Saren was right; they are gods and even if they win the war; it would be nearly impossible to keep them in line. He wondered if he could find a way to replicate their power. Their technology was both primitive and incredibly advance. On one hand books, scrolls, paint, pens and pencils were incredibly common instead of datapads. They didn't use sliding doors only electronic metal doors that opened on hinges. Their shield technology was also primitive; he had brought back a shield generator back to the ship a few hours ago for testing; it had two thirds of the strength of the average shield. However, their armor more than made up for it. Apparently, despite the armors incredible protection; most of them were surprisingly light and made out of unknown materials. He wondered if it he replicate the materials they have. Their weapons were also incredibly superior most of the time. The majority of the team the aliens' shoots from their guns somehow manage to go unnoticed by their shield generators. The shots didn't overpower or disable their shield generator; they just went unnoticed. They also appeared to have mastered energy weapons.
Their military vehicles were quite impressive and dangerous. They were light, maneuverable, fast, tough and downright powerful. He had witnessed several of the alien vehicles shooting either blasts of fire, lightning, plasma or frost.
Desolas felt a heavy shrug of guilt for being the sole reason for this war. Maybe if he had just contacted them peacefully they'll be willing to hand over some of their technology. Unfortunately, it was too late to find the answer.
Desolas and his men made to the improvised fortress and aimed their guns at the windows. However, before they could fire; they heard the sound of heavy metal hitting the ground repeatedly. They turned their attention towards the source and readied their guns. A dark-gray metal clad giant came charging towards them its right arm cannon glowed a light blue. He and his men fired their guns at the giant only to have each shot ricochet off. The giant unleashed a light blue beam of plasma upon the Turians easily killing them. Desolas had managed to avoid the plasma beam; unfortunately, his left leg had been caught in the blast and reduced it to ashes. He fell to the floor in intense pain and clinched his left leg in pain. The beam had burnt most of his flesh preventing any bleeding; however, it only made the pain worse.
He pulled out his pistol when he noticed the giant coming towards him. He threw several warp grenades at the giant hoping to weaken his armor. The giant was quite surprise and confused by the blast. He protected his body with his arms, but he soon realize it didn't do any direct damage instead he felt a slight tingly sensation. He wondered what the purpose of the attack was; it didn't really matter as he ran towards the last remaining Turian.
Desolas fired several shots hoping to take down the giant; it made a few noticeable dents on the armor; however, the bullets were ineffective. He crawled away quickly in fear; however, the giant's large heavy metal boot stomp unto his back. He could feel and hear the sound of his spine being broken; his hips and legs felt incredibly numb. He screeched out in unbelievable pain. He knew he made a terrible mistake; he went to war with a far superior race just because they broke a law they did not know and he sent thousands of Turians too their deaths. He even ordered his men to kill civilians something that is incredible illegal. He felt like he didn't deserve the role of a General anymore as he had brought unbelievable shame to the Turian Hierarchy more than anyone, caused his brother to lose his arm, killed innocent civilians and sent his own men to their doom. "Spirits forgive me," he whispered softly as he felt his body being tightly grabbed by the giant's metal gloves. He screamed out incredible pain as the giant slowly ripped his body in half; he could feel his flesh and bones being split in half and then there was silence. General Desolas body ripped in half from the bottom of his chest; blood and organs poured onto the floor.
The giant stared at the bloody mangled corpse that he was holding and smiled. He tossed the mangled top half of the corpse through the window of the hardware store. The body came crashing through the window causing the body and several pieces of glass to come flying through. Anderson and Arnus jumped back in shock as the body hit the floor; Sheppard stared at it in disgust. She had seen plenty of dead bodies before in fact they were plenty of corpses beside them; it's when they're in unbelievable and disgusting states that made her uncomfortable. Why can't people just simply put a bullet through their head instead of torturing them until they die?
"By the gods, what in oblivion just happened," asked Anderson shocked and disgusted.
Sheppard looked at the window that the body had come out of. She walked to the window and looked out; she could see a metal giant standing on the road, plenty of mangled corpses on the streets, blood and organs spilled onto the streets and the other half the mangled Turian. "Guys, back up is here," she replied getting an uneasy feeling from the giant below.
Sheppard, Anderson and Arnus (with Anderson carrying Jack) walked outside of the hardware store with the surviving Imperial soldiers behind them heading towards the giant. "So you're the back up," replied Arnus feeling uncomfortable near the giant. Even Sheppard felt uncomfortable, but Anderson did not.
"Yes, I am, Shuttle should arrive any second now," he replied with a cackling disturbing voice. A light blue malachite shuttle landed near the five and they climbed aboard.
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The Imperial Military: There are seven primary ranks in the Imperial Military and are divided into nine sub ranks. Private, Sergeant, Lieutenant, Captain, Colonel, admiral, and General are the seven primary ranks in order. The sub-ranks are divided into eight; first-class to eighth class.
The Imperial Military is also divided up into ten Sub-divisions which consist of five ranks for each one; novice, apprentice, adept, expert and master. Scouts and snipers are masters at long range combat, heavy infantry; the heavily armored soldiers are great at large scale battles, light infantry; the light armored soldiers are great at small skirmishes, battle mages; the warrior/mage conjurers; mages great for providing extra troops, raw magical damage, healing and support, Nightblades; the mage/assassin, infiltrators; a combination between stealth and normal combat, Assassins; the Intel gathering and target eliminating agents and Blades; a deadly and powerful warrior who has mastered magic, stealth and basic combat perfectly, these are the ten sub-divisions.
The Nightingale Order: When Hunklyv Dragonblood took the Ruby Throne in the White-Gold Tower at the Imperial City, in the year 4E 230 one of her first decisions as Empress of Tamriel was to elevate and expand the Nightingale Trinity into the Nightingale Order into a highly secretive and "religious" organization mainly centered around Nocturnal but also to some members and to some extent Azura. The Nightingale Order was first installed as Intel gatherers and target elimination agents like the Assassins Sub-division of the Imperial Military but only for High-Risk and High-Level missions that ordinary assassins could not accomplish. But over time as the Empire expanded across Nirn the Nightingales role in the Empire expanded to do other things such as the protection of the Empire and ensuring it's stability in the present and future as well as acting as a secret police force from the Shadows often operating above the law and are expert interrogators. They often sweep the entire Imperial Military looking for agents with high skill sets to recruit into their ranks, often competing with the Blades to do so. Unlike the Blades though, everything in a soldier's career becomes classified after joining the Nightingale Order. Said operatives wear pure black light armor, which is relatively the same style and make as that of the Nightingale Trinity back in times like the 4th Era only bulletproof and with a Shield Generator.
While some of them have been officially seen by the public, there are no specific records about their equipment or combat situations. Their activities are highly classified, to the point where only a few high ranking Imperial officials know and order their operations. Which are the Emperor, the Elder Council, and the two Supremes, Arch-Mage Maganus and General Mary. What is known about the Nightingale Order mainly comes from rumors. But beyond that however is just speculation and conspiracy theories.
Flare spell: An alteration spell created by the dragonborn during the 4th era in order to blind troops and quickly take them out. The flare spell isn't actually a true spell rather it's a heavy modification of magelight. A fired flare spell will shoot out in a condensed small bolt of light, explode in a bright flash and quickly fade away. The spell is most common with battlemages and nightblades.
Conjure Armor: A spell invented by the archmage Maginus during the 5th era in order to add an extra layer of defence. What made it different from other armor spells is that it can be casted while wearing a set of armor and still have an effect; it is also considered a conjuration spell not an alteration spell due to the fact it summons magical armor.
Kamehamaha: A spell invented by Kamehamaha during the 5th era to created the ultimate destructive spell. The kamehamaha is a powerful light blue blast of pure plasma capable of incredible destruction. The spell hits a target with X amount of force and heat. The more magicka consumed; the more powerful and wider the blast and the more time it takes to charge the blast. So if 500 units of magic is used then the amount of force would equal to 5000 pounds and the heat equals to 5000 degrees. There are three varients of the kamehamaha; the multi-kamehamaha where multiple beams are fired, the beam-kamehamaha where the beam lasts depending on how many magicka is being consumed per second and the standard kamehamaha.
Military strength of the Empire:The military might of the empire is considered to be one of the most powerful in the galaxy with the only thing coming close would be the combined might of the entire citadel. They have estimated amount of 35,000,000 soldiers enlisted during any given time compared to the 50 million turians currently enlisted. However, their powerful technology, strong military training and being the only ones in the galaxy who can wield magic gives them quite an advantage and which the majority of the citadel species have no resistance against.
The total amount of military ships in the empire is estimated to be around three-hundred and ten ships with 160 cruisers, 80 frigates, 40 destroyers, 20 dreadnoughts and 10 warships. The reason for the empire's massive navy size despite they're short time as a space-faring race is magic. The ability to convert x amount material into x material allows them to obtain resources incredibly quick. Magic also helps speed up the building process and allows them to defy most of the laws of physics.
The only real weakness of the emperor's army is their over reliance on magic. Lightning, plasma, e.m.p blasts and biotic attacks all drain a mage's magic content with biotics being the most effective. However, there is no known way to completely remove a person's ability to use; the closest thing being is a biotic field that quickly drains any magic nearby.
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Dovahzul Translation:
Peace, Fire, Sky, Paarthurnax how is Odahviings mate Briifoah and his two little Dragon hatchlings Daniikahviing and Briithurah?
Good enough I suppose, how do you do Dragonborn Goddess?
Good enough I suppose. I almost did not remember, how is the new Dragonborn do? Do you know?
Yes, from what I last hear she's at Shanxi as a keeper of law.
Good I am glad to hear that my granddaughter is okay. Oh and Paarthurnax there is something I must tell you.
What is it, Goddess Hunklyv?
Oh please Paarthurnax do not call me as something so proper as that.
I am sorry Goddess Hunklyv.
Good anyway I would like you Paarthurnax to summon the new Dragonborn when you can.
I understand Hunklyv.