The Elder Scrolls: Mass Effect
Author's notice: I've received a certain review that suggests I just turned the races of nirn into the system alliance. While this maybe somewhat true that the empire is just system alliance if they knew how to shoot fireballs out of the pinkies. Be aware that were only two chapters in and I haven't really got the time to focus on the culture and different races of nirn. Also, please note I can't work on the chapters every single day so it may take some time for chapters to be published. Also the battery for my computer got damaged Somehow, so I didn't have the chance to work on the story; sorry. Fortunately, I got a new battery for me computer.
This was originally suppose to be a dragonball/mass effect fusion fanfic until I realize that earth would be insanely overpowered since everyone could fly, shoot lasers and blow up small planetary bodies. Also expect a reference
Another point somebody made is why I don't just use the mass effect wiki and they're 100% right; anyways, unto chapter 3.
Chapter 3
Saren walked across the barren desolated city that themselves had destroyed. He clinched his left stump which 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 he's 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 he's 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 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 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 look 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 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 five years than most people carry out in their entire career, and you're a spectre candidate," he replied placing importance on his left few words.
"You put my name as a spectre candidate, but why," he 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 until two years," he replied saying 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," he 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 things 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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Shepard lay on a small single-sized hospital bed; her mind completely indulged in her own mind. She twisted and turned violently; remembering something that she would rather forget. She saw a narrow long hallway with the ceiling, floor and walls a pale ash black. A wave of fire danced around the hallway violently. Thick clouds of smoke obscured her vision; she remembered it was difficult to breath and her eyes were watery due to all the smoke.
Three extremely burnt corpses kneeled with their heads pointing downwards. There skins were a pale gray colour and nearly all of their skin had dried up. A puddle of blood had seeped unto the ash floor. Two of them easily towered over her and the last one looked quite small.
Slowly the three cranked their heads upwards; it was unsettling to say the least. There faces were of sorrow like they have just been betrayed by somebody they trusted dearly.
"You could have prevented this," said one of them with a raspy and bitter voice.
"You could have stopped this," said another with a sour and womanly voice.
"You could have," said the small child with a high and sour voice.
Guilt and sorrow soon overwhelmed the dark elf. She couldn't tell if a dream or a flashback of some disturbing flashback. "No, no! NO!" she had screamed trying to deny the claims of the three in front of her. "Yes," she whispered.
The dark-elf quickly shot upwards out of bed. She was glad to be out of the disturbing yet realistic like dream. Was it real or was it just a dream; whatever it was. She could not tell.
The three burnt corpses looked awful familiar as if they were related to her somehow. She knew that her parents and younger brother had died in an accident; how they died, she did not know. In fact, she had dreamt similar dreams before, all quite different yet all so similar; sometimes the past really was whatever you make it to be.
When 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 earlier by thin incredibly itchy white hospital robes; 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; it was still difficult to get a better look. She decided to forget about for the time being.
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 dark elf slowly lifted herself off the bed and dragged herself towards the exit door unnoticed and still half a sleep. She approached the door and was about to open it on somebody took notice of her. In a flash, a redguard man jumped in front of her and blocked her path. The dark 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 Shepard. 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. "Shepard, nobodies suppose to leave without a doctor's permission," he ordered.
"Hello David, how's it been," she asked casually and half a sleep. "Now if you excuse me, I have to get my clothes and get away 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. Shepard 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.
Jana leaned against the wall and took several deep breaths and speed up her heart rate. She then sent several light shocks through and slightly increased her body temperature. She quickly changed from being nearly asleep to being fully awake; she felt like she could run a marathon or parkour around solitude if she didn't have an annoying headache.
She saw Anderson coming back carry a set of clothes and a small dark blue potion in his hand. He stopped and placed the set of clothes on the floor and then offered the dark blue potion in his hand for her. "The doctors say you can leave as long as the drink this potion."
Jana grabbed the potion out of the redguard's hand and immediately chucked it down her throat. It tasted incredibly thick and bitter; however, it still easily washed away her headaches as she feel them quickly going away. She removed the empty bottle away from her mouth and wiped the remaining contents off her mouth. She felt relieved to have received the potion and showed it too. "Do you know where a fountain is; that potion you gave me tasted disgusting," she replied sounding much more awake than last time.
Anderson wondered why Shepard seemed much more awake. 'It's probably the potion,' he thought to himself. "There's a water fountain near the bathrooms." He pointed towards a fountain near the other side of the room.
Shepard grabbed the clothes that laid 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 had given 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; however, a nearby argonian healer noticed her.
"Hey Shepard, how's it going," she said as she walked towards revealing a familiar face.
"I'm doing fine Velia; how about you?"
"Great, I got a change 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 Jana curious at where here is. Velia didn't respond as she still unfocused on reality; it was quite annoying for Jana. "Velia, where are we," she yelled in the argonian's ear.
Velia was immediately snapped back into reality. "You don't have to yell," she said annoyed as rubbed her ears in very slight pain.
"Where are we," said Shepard 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 and assassins the empire has to be offer has gathered together to fight an alien menace. Sounds crazy, I know," she informed sounding like a narrator for some cheesy sci-fi movie.
"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 walked 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 armours 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.
Shepard turned on the lights to show rows of unique and interesting sets of armour displayed across the room. She looked around the room for her own set of armour. Immediately, she sprinted towards the set. The armour was midnight black, skin-tight and basically weightless. It had an ebony light gray mask with a thick black hood over; the mask was capable of thermal and night vision. Small little black blades attached to the backside of the leather/ebony boots. A long black malachite/silk fiber cape was on the armour which connected to the hood. The cape was capable of making someone with the proper weight to glide around the sky like if they were almost flying. A med-size black leather skirt was on the outside of the armour and the pale gray leather gloves had three small thin black metal blades on the wrist. A small pale gray belt with a small shield generator on the back of the suit. A circular badge displaying a crescent eclipsed bright shiny yellow sun with bright white below and dark purple above symbolizing azura was above her breasts . It was the distinct and awe-inspiring armour of the nightingales; a group that had once been master thieves, now the greatest intel gatherers and infiltrators in the empire.
She slipped the nightingale on like a glove, it felt as light 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 an elven sniper rifle; a weapon both deadly and silent. It was bright gold and quite long, flat, narrowed and smooth. The design of the rifle was quite completely edgeless had one could slide their hand across the rifle. Secondly, pair of heavy silenced Daedric pistols was in the chest. They had a rough spiky demonic appearance. Was black and gray with streaks of bright red leading to the barrels. Thirdly, a pair of short silver katanas, a few smoke bombs, shurikens, 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 armoury basically looking like a one-woman army.
She walked south towards the end of 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 armoured dunmer behind them. The crowd was composed of rieklings, giants, elves, men and beastfolks. The imperial had thin straight gray hair and had tanned turquoise skin. He had a very little muscular build yet his light gray military clothes gave the impression that he was larger.
"Sup," said Jana casually; attracting the attentions of the people in front of her. "How's it been Williams," she asked casually towards the imperial on the podium.
"Shepard, why are you carrying so many weapons," asked General Williams wondering if Shepard was sane or not.
"Anderson told me gear up, so I did."
"Alright then." Williams 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 Williams then brought his attention back unto Shepard. "Sigh, just slip your way into the crowd," he ordered annoyed.
Jana 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.
Williams took his attention away from Shepard and focused on the crowd in front of him. He then went into great detail about the alien attackers; their species' name, technology, weakness and lack of knowledge of magic, how they made first contact and the estimated reason why they were invading which was to colonize the planet. He then went unto explain 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 to 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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Shepard, David, Arnus and a Breton by the name of Jack sat in the back of an elven helicopter hidden within the clouds of the night sky, undetectable to both radar and the ears. Their mission was to eliminate all hostiles 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 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 them too.
If the turians proved stronger than the empire then enslavement would seem like the most likely thing to happen the. If the empire proved stronger then nearly all of the turian worlds would see destruction beyond there imagination. If both sides were equal; well let's just say unfortunate things will happen. The dark 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 fairly confident that the turians weren't extremely dangerous He was checking his orcish 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 Shepard of Archmage Maganus since they seemed to carry similar traits. However, he wasn't as cold or as calculating as the archmage.
Arnus was the only who seemed nervous about their assignment as his twitching noticeably, he was fiddling his fingers rapidly; tapping his foot at a fast paced and nervously hummed a small tune to himself.
"Are you okay," asked Shepard who wondered if Arnus was well enough to fight.
"Don't worry; I'm fine," he lied.
Shepard 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 chicken 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 dark elf; she then turned her attention away from the high-elf. "So Jack; how long have you been 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 googles over his forehead. The only protection he had was his shield generator around his belt and his own magical defences; 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?"
"Is 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, he 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 dunmer even more disgust. "I'm starting to get confused by why you are even talking to me. We only just meet and it's unlikely we'll be encountering each other occasionally." Jack and Shepard 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 Shepard landed gracefully on a tree branch.
"Just call me when you did pick up," informed the pilot as he flew away from the four soldiers.
"So does anybody know where 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 one," said Anderson as he lent night-vision goggles to the high elf. Arnus grabbed the goggles from the redguard's 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 kilometres away from the city; so it shouldn't take us very long," replied Shepard 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 lead?" Nobody volunteered. "So nobody wants to take lead? I guess I'll take lead 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 pop up. She gripped the daedric 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 that each step was as silent as the wind and that her feet do 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 dark elf.
After an hour of either walking, running or sprinting, the four soldiers had finally made it to the east end of the city. The trip had been quiet with most of the comments made being about Shepard going too fast or to slow; something that annoyed her since she had change her pace almost every three minutes.
The four walked into the city being prepared for anything that may come. Weapons gripped tightly against their fingers and spells readied for the dangers ahead. The group soon found out the place was crawling with turians when one of them spotted them and started to fire at them. Jack put up a magical barrier allowing his squad-mates time to find cover behind a corner store.
Shepard had her back against the concrete wall. She could feel bullets bouncing off the wall; any second, one them was going to pierce the wall and her body. She gripped her pistol firmly in his left hand and had her flare spell readying in her right. She held up her right hand to signal her comrades of her next move. The squad turned off their goggles and the dark elf launched the spell towards a large batch of turians at ludicrous speed; the white stream beamed landed and exploded in a bright white light causing temporally blindness and distortion for them. Shepard, David, Jack and Arnus quickly advantage of the situation and fired upon the twenty turians taking them down with ease. Unfortunately, the flare spell and the gunshots had alerted a large platoon of turians five kilometres north.
Shepard's sharp elf ears could pick up the faint sound of heavy treads rolling against the road and flaring of a powerful engine. She casted a detect life spell; she could sense a great number of soldiers heading their way. "Looks we've just kicked the hornet's nest," she informed as she pointed north.
It didn't take long for the rest to realize what Shepard was saying and followed her to a two-story tall furniture store at the end of the south end of the block. Jana grabbed hold of the doorknob and pushed and pulled on it; unfortunately, it would not budge. However, it was not much of a problem for her as she easily managed to bypass the rather simple security on the door. The four soldiers climbed to the second floor of the building and begin to push fridges, vaults and anything else they can find against the walls for extra protection. They positioned themselves all against the same large glass pane window; close to heal one another and yet far enough so they wouldn't be taken out by a single quick spray of bullets.
"So, how many are coming," asked Anderson as he pulled out his orcish assault rifle and casted an ebonyflesh spell over his light red and black redguard armour.
"About two-hundred and a tank; should arrive in twenty minutes," informed Shepard as she readied her elven sniper rifle.
"Wait; did you just say two-hundred," asked Arnus greatly surprised by what he just heard.
"Plus a tank."
"Shouldn't we call for back-up?"
"Hmm, I don't think so. They may have us outnumbered but we have them greatly overpowered," she replied fairly confident; through, she did listen to her comrade's advice and informed 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 hell."
The footsteps of the approaching platoon became louder and louder; they all could hear the sound of heavy treads and a strong engine flaring the background. They could see at least thirty turians heading their way completing unaware of them. Shepard 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 stay.
Arnus summoned a frost atronoch 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-atronoch; however, the bullets only deflected off its Stralheim 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 atronoch managing to kill it. However, it did not make much of a difference as they all quickly gunned down by Anderson.
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 four above.
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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 four aliens 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 advantage soon, they'll quickly be taken. 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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Jana, 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 readidied. Jana 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 energy 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
Jana 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.
She looked around the area to check on her teammates' state. Anderson and Arnus had been knocked back a few feet; through they quickly got back up on their feet. Jack was lying motionless on the floor; blood poured from his body. 'Shit,' thought Shepard 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 soon he'll 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 running towards the building.
"Can any of you heal him," asked Shepard as she pulled out her daedric 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.
Shepard called for back-up; however, several turians had already entered the building delaying her chance.
Twenty turians came into their sights; the three comrades quickly dashed away from their position mere seconds before they were fired upon. Surprisingly, none of them were injured; not even Jack. The three comrades each took cover behind the varying items that had been spread around due to the blast. Arnus summoned a frost atronoch near the turians blocking their path. The atronoch charged towards them swinging its arm around madly managing to knock out several of them.
Shepard, 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.
Shepard activated her radio. "This Lieutenant Shepard, We really need some back-up like now," she said loudly as fired several rounds at some turians while sprinting to cover.
"Doo doo de de de da da de does la la la dah."
'Is that elevator music,' thought Shepard confused as she set three turians on fire.
"Hello and welcome the emperors' instant help team. How may I help you," the lady asked with a cheerful yet monotone voice.
"We need back-up!" The elf blasted the tank outside with lightning seconds before it fired and destroying the tank round in mid-flight.
"For help with technical problems press one, for medical care press two, for fire problems press three, for food problems press four, for-."
"There isn't any fucking buttons," she replied angrily as she tossed a few turians out the window.
"For Construction problems press five, for sleeping problems press six, for emotional problems press seven, for sexual problems press eight-"
"There's a fucking tank out there," she said incredibly frustrated as she shot some turians in the knee.
"You have picked food problems. The first step to picking a good sweet roll is using love and pain -."
"I don't give a shit about your retarded fucking sweet rolls; just send some fucking back-up," she replied unbelievably angry.
"…. Okay."
A ten foot tall heavily armoured giant fell fifty feet high from a helicopter and landed with a loud thud. The giant wore bulky round streamlined shiny dark gray ebony armour. His armour 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. His plating on his arms were round and smooth with a heavy long thin silver cylinder shaped mana cannon placed over his right arm. His chest-plate was round and smooth and had multiple engraving 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 redorian guard expect 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 tank in front of him; 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 build up of light-blue light on his right arm; however, the giant shoot a light-blue concentrated beam of energy at them killing them within seconds.
He turned his attention towards the turian tank in front of him. He charged his gun a second time while the tank aimed its main gun at him. However, before the tank could even fire; a light blue beam of energy hit the barrel of the gun causing the metal on the barrel to melt and the tank incapable of harm. The turians inside begin to panic slightly when they heard the sound of hot plasma hitting the tank and the scent of hot melted metal; they knew they were sitting ducks. They panicked even more when they could hear the giant's footsteps getting closer and closer; they grabbed their guns for protection.
The giant climbed on top of the tank and melted the metal with a small thin beam of plasma. The gun melted through the metal like butter and the giant lifted the metal off to reveal two frightened turians inside. They fired their guns at the giant; bullets proved useless once again. The giant quickly snap each turians' body with ease. He tossed the broken corpses on the floor and began to make his way towards the hardware store at the end of the street.
General Desolas sprinted towards the building that the aliens have taken shelter in. Behind him were the forty remaining turians. It had originally been a platoon of two-hundred. Unfortunately, they were quickly shortened when four; well three 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 four could take out one-hundred and fifty-turians in such quick time and with only a single causality; he could only imagine what a full platoon could no. 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 was what they 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 armour more then made up for it. Apparently, despite the armours' 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 shoots didn't overpower or disable their shield generator; they just went unnoticed. They also appeared to have master energy weapons.
Their military vehicles were quite impressive and dangerous. They were light, manoeuvrable, fast, tough and downright powerful. He had witnessed several of the alien vehicles shooting either blasts of fire, lightning, plasma or frost.
Desols 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 window. However, before they could fire; 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 shoot 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 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 armour. 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 all 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 shoots hoping to take down the giant; it made a few noticeable dents on the armour; 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 death. 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 then 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 unto the floor.
The giant stared at them 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; Shepard 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.
Shepard 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 unto the streets and the other half the mangled turian. "Guys, back up is here," she replied getting an uneasy feeling from the giant below.
Shepard, Anderson and Arnus (with Anderson carrying Jack) walked outside of the hardware store and towards the giant. "So you're the back up," replied Arnus feeling uncomfortable near the giant. Even Shepard 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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Codex: 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.
Codex: 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.
Codex: 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 5000 pounds and the heat equals 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.
Codex: Military strength of 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 5,000,000 soldiers enlisted during any given time which is quite small 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.
Author's notice: 9000 words! I'm nearly at double the amounts of words then my last chapter. Anyways, I appreciate all the reviews, favs and followers I'm receiving; it really means a lot. I'd like to point out that I am still in high school and my writing may not be as good as other fan fics and I'm doing this fanfic mostly for fun. I was trying to focus on action and a little bit of comedy in this chapter and it seemed to work pretty well. I was also considering adding the space battle in but decided to add it as its own separate chapter.
Yes, I know 69th armada is incredibly immature and so I'm I.
Transmute is the most useful spell in the world; the power to turn anything into anything and you clearly see the advantage. I mean sure fireballs, lightning bolts and telekinesis are all great, but they only have a role inside of a combat while transmute as so many applications. Turn a gun into wood, rocks into gold, water into mercury and etcetera. The only thing close to being useful is the illusion spells that mess with people's heads; the things I'll do with a calm spell and fury spell.
Anyways, good-bye to everyone and hopefully I don't die of falling anvils tomorrow.