Author's Notice: For anyone who may have noticed; I changed the original navy size of 500 (or 750 because I messed up on the math) to 310 for the empire. I did when I realize the empire fleet is ridiculous big and wouldn't even manage to build a fleet that big in a short time span even with magic. Also the main complaint with the fanfiction is that people think its not like a crossover enough and see where there coming from. However, I'm just focusing on the first-contact war for now and plan on focusing on nirn, the culture and its people from chapters six to thirteen.
The Elder scrolls: Mass effect
Chapter 4
A fleet consisting of thirty-one ships (One warship, two dreadnoughts, four destroyers and eight frigates and sixteen cruisers flew) across the blackness of space towards the third gate leading to shanxi and to the turian fleet orbiting shanxi. The ships were positioned as such: Warship in the back, then dreadnoughts, then cruisers and then the frigates all packed closely together in a defensive position; their weapons and shields powered up to full power.
The Ship leading the armada was the Vasharoda Murshida, a warship eight kilometres long, four kilometres wide and five-hundred meters tall. The ship looked like a fat oversized slug with thick oversized shiny malachite scales designed to gather large amounts of sunlight. A large silver rectangular thruster was stuffed inside below the ship's thick tail. A thick large smooth glass pane covered the majority of the Vasharoda's face. The ship had a hard smooth golden metal underbelly where both ships and escape pods are injected out of and multiple silver thrusters near the sides. A two-hundred meter long rapid fire conjuring chain gun was attached to the chin of the ship. The gun shoot twenty seventy-five meter long magically conjured purple metal rods per second that weight in at quarter of a ton and traveled at one percent of the speed of light; each hitting with over one megaton of force. Pair of silver frost missile cannons was attached to both sides of the ship covering the majority of the front side; each missile a one-hundred and fifty-meter long and exploding in a twenty-kilometre long blast of frost capable of freezing anything to below seven-thousand degrees. If the frost cannons and conjuring chain gun weren't overkill, then the plasma cannon at the frontal bottom of the ship is. The cannon was black metal orb with a lens inside it of it capable of shooting light blue beams of varying power (more magic consumed equals more power, heat and force).
And the captain of the Vasharoda was Archmage Maganus who was currently in the back of the bridge with his hands held behind his hip and his body firm and tight showing his confidence; he was completely certain that no man could harm him. The man was a 1,710 old dunmer which quite high even for an elf and had the appearance of a forty-five year old man. He had an almond shaped face, dark blue skin and had cold bright red almond eyes. He was about six feet tall and had a minuscule muscular build; however, his magical abilities more then made up for his lack of physical strength and speed. He had smooth silky long jet black hair that fall behind the top of his neck. He had s long smooth jet-pack bread that slithered to his heart and occasionally gets tangled with his hair. A powerfully enchanted golden flawless emerald crown was placed on his head giving him immunity to all illusion-based attacks on his mind. He wore bright colourful gold, purple, blue and red clothes. He had smooth dark-blue silk enchanted hoodless robes with bottom front cut off showing his purple thin stripped silk pants. He wore large gold braces over his wrists and ankles. He had crimson red leather boots. A bright purple long sleeved thin stripped long-sleeved shirt and had ten magical rings on each finger greatly enhancing his magical abilities.
He stood with a posture showing great confidence and pride as he thought deeply about the battle completely ignoring the world around him. He calculated how the battle would turn out, he was one-hundred percent sure they were succeed since their fleet was twice as large as the turian's fleet; the only problem being is letting one ship escape and making it look like an accident. He knew he would to make it a narrow victory and sacrifice a few ships to prove successful. He checked the ship's computer for information for each ship and pilot. Two of the frigates and seven of the cruisers had a quite low financial cost; between one million to two million septims for each ships. The pilots had a rather bland military career and it seemed to him that they were surely the ones to sacrifice.
"How long until we reach the gate," he asked or rather demanded emotionlessly towards one of the communication officers.
"In about ten minutes and we should be reaching shanxi in twenty," replied the Nord officer sounding in awe of his commanding officer.
Maganus looked at the officer, obviously he was trying to mask his admiration of him; however, he could see right pass his attempts. 'Interesting, seems excited to be near me. Perhaps I could use him for future goals; wonder how easy it is to manipulate him,' he pondered to himself. "Tell me, what is your name?"
"It's Yule Sir and let me just say it's an incredible honour to have you; the archmage lead us to victory," he replied quite patriotic of the dark elf.
'Seems to have troubles keeping calm around famous people or perhaps merely admires me; must investigate further.' "And why is that?"
"Well, you're the most powerful person in the entire world perhaps in the entire galaxy," he replied sounding overly excited.
"Understandable. Tell me Yule, do you have any skills that are of interest."
The nord wondered what kind of skills would be deemed useful to the most powerful man alive. "Does Macaroni art and origami count," he replied impressed by his rather worthless skills which even he was only mildly great at and trying to impress his captain.
'Thinks Macaroni art and origami counts as useful; might have slight brain damage, if so I should have him killed. Getting off track, should focus more the assignment. Remember to test for any brain damage and then place cyanide in his food if so.' "Perhaps," he replied sarcastically, the nord seemed to be completely unaware of the elf's sarcasm. 'Suspicions appear to be confirmed, man seems to have slight brain damage,' he thought offensively certain of his opinion. He then put his focus back unto his task and ordered seven of the cruisers to move up front with two frigates by their sides. Most of the pilots seemed rather confused by his decision since it seemed to put them in a vulnerable state; however, they all willing accepted his order without question.
The fleet approached the gate and disappeared in a flash of blue light. Once they exited the gate, Maganus checked the sensors to see exactly where the turian fleet was. The enemy fleet was still close to shanxi though they have most at least moved a light second away from the planet. Something that is quite fortunate since the chance for any civilian causalities seemed unlikely yet not impossible. The fleet consited of fifteen ships with fourteen of them are surrounding one of the ships with a quite high heat signature. Maganus assumed that the more heat they gave off the larger and powerful the ships were; however that was only an assumption. The turian fleet appeared to be completely unaware of them for the time being.
"I want all ships to lower power, heat, radiation and magical emption," he ordered wishing to catch them by surprise and while the turians maybe unaware of magic it doesn't mean they can't detect it. The Fleet approached the enemy fleet near Shanxi which have quickly taken notice of them. The turian fleet situated their cannon towards the armada and prepared to fire.
"What's the energy signature on the ships," asked Maganus calmly acting as if the turian fleet in front of them was non existent
"600 to 800 Sir, we believe they're about to fire missiles," replied one of the communications officers.
"Bring the plasma cannon to one percent," he ordered casually as forty missiles came into his view and were all quickly destroyed by the Vasharoda's plasma cannon before it could any harm. However; several of the cruisers upfront were caught in the blasts of some of the missiles which exploded in a flash of bright light purple. They appeared to be rather unharmed yet it was difficult to tell. Maganus checked the ship's computer for information on the weapons that were just used. 'Interesting, the computers says that the cruisers were hit by a large amount of dark energy. I didn't think it would be feasible to weaponize it to that scale; should tell General Mary about it when I return,' he thought quite intrigued by the information he had just gathered.
"What's the status report on the cruisers that were just hit," asked Maganus.
"There doesn't appear to be any structural damage; however, all cruisers have lost fifty-percent power," informed a communication officer loudly.
"I want all ships to fire their frost cannons at the enemy engines and guns." One hundred gigantic ice spikes came flying towards the turian vessels and while half of them came no where close nearly all ships were hit. Large build ups of ice formed up near the turian ship's engines deactivating their weapons and engines, but their shields were still active. "I want the seven cruisers up front to perform a hit and run from above. The rest of the ships will provide fire support."
"But sir, most of them haven't even recover from the blast," replied a shipmate concerned with the arch mage's orders.
"I gave them an order and they'll do it," he replied coldly giving the shipmate a stare that only reflected the nothingness of the world.
"Yes sir," he replied shivering slightly in fear.
Seven of the cruisers upfront flew quickly towards the turian fleet in a v-shape pattern remaining several kilometres away from each other. The cruisers swoop down towards the turian ships firing bolts of plasma at their hulls chipping away pieces of ice covering their hulls and weapons. A few of the turian ships manage to remove the blocks of ice covering their weapons allowing control back over them. They wasted no time and started to fire at the seven cruisers which were now attempting another hit and run. A barrage of yellow hot large pieces of metal flew towards them at mach speeds. The empire ships flew in a quick, frantic and chaotic pattern making them difficult to hit or predict where their going to be. However, one of the cruisers had taken several hits causing smoke to rise from its thrusters.
"Mayday, Mayday, I've been hit," informed the pilot with not a hint of fear in his voice. He did the only thing he could; crash the ship. The cruiser flew directly towards one of the turian ships at full speed. The Empire Cruiser exploded in a ball of blue magical energy sending dust and shards of metal flying through space. A second explosion followed soon after from the engines of the turian ship that was just hit. The ship's exploded in a flash of yellow light. A shockwave from the engine was sent through out the entire ship; metal turned to shreds, bolts popped out, and the ship was now in half. Additionally, the shockwave from the blast was felt through out the entire turian fleet and maybe even the empires. Several ships were launched back several yards away from each other and while the distance was small it was still somewhat beneficial for the empire.
"What's the energy reading for the turian ships now," asked Maganus completely unaffected by the young pilot's death as barrage of tree sized bullets flew pass them.
"About two-hundred to three-hundred gigawatts for the thirteen ships and a terawatt for the big one" informed a shipmate.
"And successful would a bombing run be if the six remaining cruisers out there unleashed their entire payload."
"There's about a 37% percent success rate sir."
He leaned over to the microphone and set up a link between him and the six remaining cruisers out there. "We need another bombing run," demanded Maganus with his voice both soft, commanding a threatening.
"Yes sir," she replied feeling incredibly regretful of her comment.
The six cruisers formed around the turian fleet dropping fire bombs at the ships while they swept by again and again. The vashorda and the rest of the fleet provided fire support. Two turians exploded in a flash of bright light as so as two of the empire cruisers and the frigates upfront taking heavy fire.
"This is Sergeant Red-Briar, we can't take much more of this; I'm requesting permission to move in a more secure location," asked a frigate pilot nervously
"Request denied, we have already lost some men already, we wouldn't want to happen again," replied Maganus uninterested.
"But sir, there's sixty people on this ship, we need some cover; our shields are only at 5 percent" he replied incredibly desperate to escape from the ship.
"Do you have teleporters on the ship; if so then simply teleport anyone of high value on board the vashorda, but do not abandon ship," he commanded.
"Yes sir, I'm sending ten of them to you now."
Maganus stared at the computer screen above him; ten of the teleporters had just been activated. "They've made it though sergeant."
"Good, I'm sending the others through-." Several Missiles hit the side of the frigate tearing it to shreds with the frigate beside it following soon after. It was now twenty-six to twelve.
"Holy shit," screamed out one of the crewmates as he had just witnessed the two frigates explode in a blinding light; some of them even had to shield there eyes.
"Stop worrying, besides their not a threat," replied Maganus as he stared off into space and at the battle going.
"Are you kidding me, we lost five of our ships and they only lost three," he said angrily.
"They are not a threat to me; their more of an annoyance."
"Well if they're not a threat, then do something," he yelled towards him.
"You idiot, we're in a ship. Our spells won't touch them. They'll just hit the walls," he replied incredibly irritated, yet intrigued by the man's stupidity; however, he did not display any emotion. "And don't suggest I teleport inside of the turian ships because it won't work."
Five of the turian ships surrounding the large one ripped about in shards of metal with the rest of the empire cruisers attacking them followed soon after. It was now twenty-two to seven.
The crew of the vasharoda felt both proud and mournful over the destruction of the turian ships and of the death of their fellow soldiers. Maganus just stood there completely unaffected at all; it was almost disturbing to say the least.
'Interesting battle is going on better then expected; troubled that allowing escape of turian shuttle would seem to much like an accident,' thought Maganus as he calculated if plan is still feasible. "No, would still work, just need to make sure one of them escape during middle of battle; it would appear as if they manage slip out. Could work, will work, has to work.'
"Power up the plasma cannon to 100 percent and fire at any of the turian ships' biggest heat spot except the big one; we need it alive until our mission is complete."
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Admiral Calcious Karain paced nervously back and forth randomly though the bridge of the turian dreadnought occasionally pecking on his talons every once in a while. They had already just eight of there ships and more were to follow soon after. They desperately needed Desolas back as he was too unfit to take on an opponent much stronger themselves. They access to weapons that they only dream of such as: ship scaled cryo weapons, fire in space and somehow each single one of there shots went unnoticed by their shields; fortunately, it took quite a lot of shoot before they went down. They had similar technologies to the newcomers such as cryo and fire weapons just not to ship scale or somehow make fire burn into ship. If they weren't at war then maybe he'll sit down and ask one of them how they could do all the mumbo jumbo he's heard them displaying. They were quite an interesting alien alliance from what he's heard; it made wish that Desolas hadn't fire first ask questions later. The thought of the council meeting an alliance between five different alien races eased the intensity of the situation a little
"Admiral, we've picked up a large build of energy on the largest of the enemy fleet, what are your orders," asked one of the crewmates removing the admiral from his train of thought of both fear and interest and bringing him fully back on track.
"I want all ships to power up defences to one-hundred percent," he ordered though the intercom; however, it was too late as a light blue beam of energy hit one of their cruisers and then vanished as quickly as it had appeared. It was now twenty-two to six.
"By the spirits, what just happened," Calcious yelled out demanding to know what just happened.
"It appears as if one of our cruisers just had been shot down by some short of laser which looked appeared it drained a quarter of the ship's power; I don't think it will fire again for a while" informed a crewmate as he looked at the readings on the monitor. The large scaly slug-looking ship energy readings had double then quickly fall back down to three quarters of its original power.
"When will our defences be at 100 hundred percent," he asked as paced around the room wishing he know what to do. The fact that they have just witness their enemy use a weapon with such destructive power terrified him.
"Hmm," he murmured to himself as he scratched his chin planning his next order. There engines were still covering in ice preventing a quick escape, their weapons were being repeatedly frozen again and again and the alien fleet possessed much greater fire power; constantly spraying them gigantic purple shards of energy with one shot appearing to be a crimson red fog. They didn't have enough time to for their shields to recharge or to flee; the only thing they can do is fight.
"New plan, send any injured or valuable soldiers out of here and power up the weapons to one-hundred percent. Lets unleash a-," he ordered, but was interrupted by deafening sounds of explosions and the sight of two of their cruisers exploding in a flash of powerful lightning nearly blinding everyone in the bridge. It was now twenty-two to four. "By the spirits, what just happened," he demanded loudly, his voice tingly in fear.
"Two of our cruisers were just shot down by some lightning missile," informed a crewmember
Calcious paced frantically, chaotically and nervously around the bridge; murmuring to himself. "I'm going to die, there going to die, we're all going to die," he murmured sounding like he was about to break at any moment. He could have sworn he just felt a tingle in the back of his head earlier
His crew stared at him as if he was about to go insane.
"Umm sir, are you o-" she asked worried for her superior's mental health.
"New plan everyone," he declared sounding like a madman; whatever it is, it couldn't be good. "You there, put the weapons on auto-targeting," he demanded pointing to the officer in the middle back of the bridge.
"Yes sir," he replied calmly despite the admiral's mental decline as he activated the auto-targeting for the ship's weapons. "Shall I order the rest of the fleet to switch to auto-targeting?"
"No, leave them; there isn't enough time," he replied as he pressed a yellow button underneath the counter.
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Bright yellow lights flashed repeatedly and a robotic womanly monotone voice repeatedly said, "Threat level Yellow, all personal are to head to the hangar and abandon ship." Which the entire crew agreed to as they all sprinted towards the hangar following their maybe insane admiral.
Saren had just been woken by flashing yellow lights, a repeating voice and the sound of metal boots stomping on a metal floor. He jumped out of the bed which caused the I.V tubes connected to his arms to pop out causing blood to spill out unto the floor. Saren clinched his right wrist which was bleeding softly as he checked the readings on the monitor; 60% percent blood level. Having that low of blood level meant that the future spectre should probably still be in bed; then again, he was quite certain that a yellow threat level was more important then a full lost pints of blood.
He walked quickly as he could currently go hoping the ship won't be blasted to pieces to soon. He clinched his head in nausea due to the lack of blood; grabbing some band-aids from the counter as he stepped outside; putting them on as he walked through out the ship.
It looked around the ship to see which way the hangar which is no easy task for someone who only a 3/5 of his blood left. He checked down his each hallway wondering which direction it is; he settled going through the right hallway since he knew time was of little.
He walked as quickly as he could go down the round tight metal corridors of the ship with yellow lights flashing repeatedly. He begged the spirits that he would not die today hoping to see his brother; at times like these it made him wish that all ships came with elevators.
He approached the end of the corridor and nearly jumped in joy when he could see a shuttle at the end. "Thank the spirits," he whispered to himself as he approached the only shuttle still left in the hangar.
"Hello, Is anybody here!"
"There's someone still in here," the turian pilot said surprised as he opened the shuttle doors for Saren. "Well, hurry up man I don't got all day," he ordered as he powered up the shuttle
Saren did as he was told and rushed towards the shuttle and jumped inside; the doors closed as soon as he was inside.
The pilot opened the hangar bay doors and launched the shuttle out the hangar without much of a warning; mere seconds before the massive ship behind them got blown to pieces as well as the three other frigates beside it. "YYEEEAAAHHH," he screamed out loud as he flew the ship at top speed towards the relay constantly dodging incoming fire and making the shuttle perform loops and rolls; something it is not meant do.
Saren gripped the railing overhead tightly; getting more nauseating the longer he was onboard. "I think I'm going to be sick," he said to himself feeling sick and gagging; he felt like he was about to puke. He tightened his grip.
The shuttle managed to dodge his shot with ease; however, it was hit a streamlined light purple bolt of mystical energy causing the shuttle to flash a flaring light purple, with light purple mystical dust to cover the ship for a mere second. The shot surprisingly appeared to do no harm and went completely unnoticed by the two.
The pilot could see the relay in his sight and pushed the shuttle to its limit despite being out of the enemies' range and sight. The shuttle approached the relay causing the ring inside of it to spin rapidly and the shuttle disappeared in a flash of blue light. "Man that was awesome," he declared loudly and excited at his small yet big adventure; he took several deeps breath in excitement. The turian in the back had a much different reaction.
"It wasn't awesome, you nearly got us kill," he yelled at angrily towards him. He felt like he was about to puke. "Oh god I think I'm going to-," he declared sick as he vomited a small brown solid piece of avian throw-up on the shuttle floor.
"Hey, I just save your ass back there; so don't complain," he replied angry.
"I suppose your right, but you could have been a little less reckless," he answered with slight anger at the end of his sentence. A sudden realization suddenly came up; something about someone's safety.
"Wait my brother, was he on the ship and did he make it out alive," he asked sounding incredibly concerned.
"He wasn't on the ship, he was still on Shanxi," the pilot declared sounding uncomfortable for what he soon at to reveal.
"Well, let's go get him," he demanded.
"Sigh, your not going to like what's going to come out of my beak, but your… brother he's…. um…. Dead," he declared awkwardly and empathic.
"What do you mean my brother is dead," he asked loudly angrily as he jumped up out of his seat hoping the words weren't true.
"We've lost contact with Desolas' entire platoon including your brother himself over three hours ago. We would have sent a scouting party if the planet wasn't a complete warzone," he answered trying his best to comfort the grieving turian.
However; the pilot did of little help as Saren could feel his anger building up. "Fuck these newcomers, the entire galaxy and this stupid war," he yelled out in fury as he repeatedly banged against the shuttle walls in rage. He slumped down against the metal wall in sorrow and sat firmly on the shuttle bench. "Take me to the citadel," demanded quietly while he grieved over his brother's death.
"Where do you want me to take you?"
"The citadel for crying out loud," he demanded his voice seeping with anger and detest. He sat with his head drooping downwards and his back bent forward; we would surely weep if turian's had tear ducts.
"Sorry about your Brother and I'm sorry if I offended you. I probably should have revealed your brother's death after we arrived at the citadel," he apologized hoping it would help Saren out a little bit. However, all he did was either mourn or mumble angry thoughts, some of which might have been considered offensive.
The shuttle was rather quiet with both turians keeping to themselves, though the pilot tried chatting with him, yet it proved fruitless.
The shuttle approached another relay and disappeared in a flash of blue light; this time ending up in the serpent nebula, the home of the citadel. "This is private Maxima Fatuus, I'm requesting permission to dock," he requested.
The asari radio operator scanned the ship to see if it was a danger or not. "Alright, everything seems to be in order. Dock at station A," she replied.
Maxima did as he was told and docked the shuttle at station A. "Well end of the line pal," he said to Saren as he stepped out of the shuttle baffled by how they could be considered friends went hey just met each other three hours ago. "Now if you excuse me, I'm heading to Vallum to see that parade going on," he said surprisingly optimistic despite Saren's rather mournfulness.
Saren knew to tell the disgrace of a turian that he had to report to the turian heirachy, not just go to some parade. However, he was too upset about his brother to really care.
The shuttle powered up and flew towards Taetrus.
Saren walked inside of the holding area of the docks dragging his body in depression. He wondered if the council were aware that they have just made first contact and that it turned out very poorly. No one ever mentioned if the council knows about their activities. Nor did they claim that they didn't. If the council already knew then the turians abroad the fleet would be ridiculed including himself for losing against new-comers. If they didn't know, then they'll be quite angry for not knowing sooner.
He approached the elevator when a nearby C-sec officer decided to greet him.
"Saren, what are you doing here? I thought you'll still be with your brother on the fleet," he asked quite curious to why he was here. I took a look at Saren's left robotic arm and was heavily surprised.
"Spirits, what happened to your arm," he asked shocked.
"He's dead Garrus and arm got chopped off," he replied without even a glance towards him as he walked towards the elevator.
"What do you mean he's dead? What the heck is going on," he demanded suspicious of Saren as he followed him; however, the doors closed on him before he could follow the spectre candidate.
Something about how Saren acted, the fact that he lost his brother and his arm seemed rather suspicious. He refused to tell him what happened which meant he was clearly trying to hide something. Also, when is this first he heard about Desolas' death; he was incredibly well-known and well at least be confirmed K.I.A after in however. Unless, there something that Saren is trying to hide; whatever it its, the young officer was determined to find out. He activated his radio and immediately called his superiors. "This is officer Vakarian, something really strange going on."
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Maganus stood in the center of the bridge quite proud of the heap of turian corpses and scrap metal floating through space that they have caused. However, whatever sign of pride he had, he clearly didn't display an inch of it and stood there emotionless. The majority of the fleet were quite cheerful of there accomplishment which the Arch-mage found slightly funny; however, to their credit, it was an incredible feat for an ordinary person.
He finished look out in the over-killed turian fleet and turned around to face the cheering crowd that was composed of every crewmember on the ship; the bridge was completely overrun by them. "Impressive work, we beat them minimal losses," he said sarcastically hoping that his sarcasm would be picked up by the crowd and it would quell their excitement. However; their cheering only got louder. The arch-mage groaned at the crowd's stupidity. 'Why can't these people understand sarcasm,' he asked himself quite puzzled.
'Better report to the emperor,' he reminded himself. The cheering of the crowd was rather bothersome and while he didn't all that dreadful, it was still no place to hold a conversation. A spinning purple sphere appeared in his left palm and then expanded in size. The elf dematerialized in a flash of purple light creating a small kinetic blast that staggered some of the crewmates.
He then rematerialized inside of his personal quarters pulling several objects towards him. A golden figurine of himself pulled through the glass of the trophy case; shattering it and causing the trophy to hit the floor and shattered in a million pieces.
The wizard telekinetically grabbed a hold of every shard of glass or shards of the figurine and returned them to their form states almost exactly by an atomic level.
He pulled a small dark blue hexagon patterned datasphere from his pocket. He pressed down on several spots of the ball causing it light up in specific places. A holographic screen appeared in mid-air displaying an imperial woman and an argonian man.
"Hello General Mary, Emperor Muan-el. I've managed to place a tracking spell on at least three of the shuttles," he informed them. Another holographic screen manifested from the ball this time of a map displaying the position of the three shuttles. "As you can see, two them are currently heading south west of the system and the third is currently idle north. I believe we should send probes to investigate the location of the third shuttle and wait until the other two are idle to investigate," he suggested.
"I believe so," replied Muan-el without much of a second thought for an alternative. "Oh, and would you explain to me how you've managed to lose seven cruisers and two frigates," he asked his reptilian tongue dripping in anger.
"They were prepared and the crew underestimated them," he replied completely emotionless.
"Don't let it happen again Maganus. I thought you said you were qualified to lead a fleet."
"I guess that is the not the case."
"Hey, next time maybe I should be arch-mage," joked Mary.
"Illogical, you barely have enough knowledge of magic or science to even come close to the level of an archmage," he answered without be aware of the joke. "How are the contingency plans going."
Mary felt rather bewildered by how the smartest man in the world can't pick up a joke; or is most likely just using it as an opportunity to insult her. One could never tell if Maganus was serious or not; most can't even guess how he's feeling. "Oh, it's going great; all of them are prepared for any situation no matter how small, big or absurd we'll be prepared," she said proudly
"I would appreciate if you could send me some of the plans; like to look at the plans myself."
"Sure, I'll send them to you now," she said as she sends the plans to him without much thought.
The plans finished downloading on Maganus' data sphere. He then began to analyze the twenty plans with great detail; after about two staggering hours, he was finished.
"Plans seem well thought out; only one problem though," he said causing the general to become annoyed by his criticism.
"And what is that," she asked annoyed.
"All plans assume turians have no allies, yet there is no evidence that they don't."
"Oh that. the plans aren't entirely down yet. I'll send the full plans once there done," she lied with her voice slightly higher then before
"I can tell that you're lying. Your voice is slightly higher pitch."
'All right, he defiantly insulted me earlier, no doubt,' she thought greatly pissed off at the archmage's earlier insult and criticism of her plans. "If they had allies; they would have invaded shanxi along with them," she replied angrily.
"Perhaps they invaded in se-."
"Augh," she yelled out in frustration. "For the gods' sake; you can't go through life acting like some emotionless smart-ass!"
"My personality as served me while in the past. I have gathered a number of followers."
Mary sighed at the dark elf's ignorance. "Maganus, you understand everything in the galaxy expect people. Every single time somebody calls you up for a few drinks you say, 'no thank you, I'm to busy watching some machine go around in circles until something mildly interesting happens. You spend more time with dead bodies then live ones," she said her voice just dripping in anger. The emperor stepped back several feet.
"Are you angry," asked Magnus completely emotionless.
"This is exactly what I'm talking about; you have to ask how there feeling and you have zero reaction to it and of course I'm angry," she said angrily as she took a seat on a nearby chair. "I need a drink." She walked out of the room leaving just the emperor and archmage together.
"Maganus, did you mean to upset her," asked Muan-el.
"No, I was only offering my opinion; perhaps she's sensitive."
"Do you why she is angry at you," he questioned.
"Why."
"Because you are like a robot. I've seen her get into plenty of arguments while remaining perfectly calm while the other person is yelling there head off. But with you it's like trying to argue with a brick wall. I'm signing out." The emperor signed out causing both of their screens to dematerialize.
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Shepard stood in a shower inside the underground military base underneath shanxi. The warm water hit her young athletic smooth dark-blue oiled skin and came pouring downwwards. She could feel her bright red hair being soaked in water as she washed the sweat off. She quickly cleansed her body with oil and the water quickly cleansed it away. She felt relax, calm at peace; perfect tranquility and silence.
She reflected on why these turians would even invade shanxi; hopefully they were just pirates and the rest of them were peaceful. Meeting one of them in person without them shooting at her was something she wished she could do. If they were all violent then the empire would nearly commit genocide on them; she hoped it would not come to these. They had already caused the death of six races, lets not make it seven.
She could several loud knocks on the door. "Hey Shepard, this is David, open up please," he said as he continued to knock on the door.
Jana turned off the shower and quickly dried herself off and slipped her undergarments and nightingale armour on; her red hair still wet and her hood sheathed preventing any water from getting in. Her ebony mask along with her weapons had been taken back to the armoury at her request. She walked towards the doors and opened it for the redguard standing outside. "Hello David is there something you'll like to speak to about," she asked as she tried to dry of her hair. After several futile attempts, she tossed the towel on the ground leaving her hair wet. "Someone should really create a drying spell, it would be most useful," she stated wishing magic could also help with everyday simple tasks.
"I don't think a drying spell is really all that necessary," he replied finding the elf's need for a spell so simple and needless rather funny. "And I was wondering if you wanted to go out for some drinks when these thing blows though," he asked slightly nervous
"Are you asking me out," she said sounding pissed; however, she was more interested then angry.
"No, not at all; I was just asking as a-."
"Of course I will. Where exactly will we be going," she asked sounding optimistic.
"How about somewhere in raven rock," he asked hoping she'll agree due to it being in her homeland.
"No thanks, there's some weird trend going on where everyone places weird creepy terrifying wooden puppets around the town." She shivered at the mere thought of their cold lifeless wooden eyes staring back at her.
"You're scared of puppets," he asked rather confused by how some likes Shepard could be afraid of something silly.
"Yes, I'm also terrified of dolphins," she said completely serious.
"I've seen you fight zombies, ghosts, drauger, assassins, powerful rogue wizard, ancient dwemer robots, insane power cultists and even heard that you killed a bear with your bare hands and your scared of dolphins and puppets," he said completely bewildered at the irony of her fears.
"Hey have you ever seen the thing those little abominations of nature do," she asked sounding rather terrified at something someone would fine so cute and cuddly.
"Right," he replied not wanting to know how the nightblade could develop such fears. "Hey, remember that little riekling who claimed to be a god walking amongst mere mortals," he asked reminiscing on the rather funny ordeal two years ago as he strolled along the base with Shepard tagging along.
"You mean that little blue fella who said he could blow up mountains and had army of zombies; Yeah, I remember that; gods, was it freaking hilarious," she said giggling at the last encounter she had with him. "He kept on yelling on about he is going to destroy the world while everyone else is just minding their own business. So I walk up to him, did a lightning cloak right beside him and he fainted right after, I just left him there and walked away" she told laughing.
"When I first meet him, he told me he could control nature and bend the will of others to his desire. So I said, 'If you're the most dangerous man in the world then kill me.' He then did a bunch of weird hand movements claiming he's summoning the energy of his ancestors. Guess what, nothing happened at all; I don't even think he knows any magic. So the riekling starts complaining about how I had some short of magical dampening device on me and how I knew he was coming. He then ran off talking about how he'll have his revenge. What ever happened to him?"
"Well he broke into the archmage's house somehow probably looking for some ancient magical weapon; gods know what could have happen if he got his hands on whatever he wanted. So Maganus walks home and sees him trying to steal from his house and he then solidified his blood and finished him off then a lightning spell," she told sounding rather sorry for the little fella.
"Wow, poor fella. I mean he was annoying and probably insane, but he didn't deserve to die," he said taking pity on the riekling. "I just remembered, General Williams wants everyone to meet where he met last time to discuss the next step of the plan," He stated as he and Shepard started to walk south towards the meeting site.
"And do you know what the next step of the plan is?"
"I barely know anything about it expect that it involves attacking one of their colonies."
"Yeah, well hopefully the empire won't kill civilians out of pity revenge," she said surprisingly concerned for the well-being of their current enemies.
They continued to walk through the base talking about past events and guessing what the next step could be. Anderson thought it was dropping a lightning bomb on them while Shepard assumed it was a full on invasion. Eventually, they bumped into Jack along the way. Shepard took a quick look at the Breton. He was still wearing his fancy brown clothes and most of his injuries had been healed. However, his natural light brown eyes had been replaced by cybernetic steel glowing light blue eyes.
"Hello Shepard, hello Anderson. How's it been?"
"Fine," she said making her discomfort of the mercenary completely known.
"Oh come on now Shepard, is that the why to talk to a teammate," he said sounding like he was doing his best to piss her off.
"You're not my teammate, you're a mercenary; the only reason you are helping us is for money. How much are they even paying you" she said sounding quite hateful of the man.
"1000 septims; It seems rather low for a man of my skill," he said acting proud of himself
"What skill, you were knocked out by a tank blast," she asked cringing at the Bretons ignorance.
"I was unlucky. By the way, I read your files; you'll make a great mercenary," he said fairly certain of his comment.
"I'm not going to become some renegade like you," she said her voice dripping with anger.
"Are you sure," he asked practically begging from to get a response from her.
"Don't push it," said Anderson angrily in defence of Jana.
"It's a shame; she would make a great mercenary," he said as he walked north away from the two.
"Aren't you going to the meeting," asked Anderson.
"I already got paid," replied Jack as he moved out of sight from the two.
"That guy is a complete asshole," stated Shepard glad the conversation didn't continued for any longer as they started walking again.
"Well at least were on the same side as him," stated Anderson as they made their way to the meeting sight. They walked into the room and took a seat by the back row.
"Attention," yelled General Williams who was currently standing up on stage; everyone immediately had his eyes centered on him. "It appears that everyone is all here. Good. We can move unto the third step. We've managed to send the turians flying home packing whatever dignity they had left and managed to place tracking spells on at least two of the turians." Two holographic images appeared on screen; one of thick purple dusts and gases, the other of a small garden world. "These are the two images our probes manage to record. As you can see the first probe was unable to move though the nebula without being destroyed. We believe that the turians had stationed there main military station somewhere in these nebula and were going to blow it up, but not before we scare them first," he explained knowing something big was about to happen. "Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the most powerful weapon in the empire…."An image of a large ten foot tall cylinder shaped silver metal bomb. It had a bright red spotlight on top with red mist seeping through. It had four thick golden curved table legs at the bottom with multiple bright red rings around its body. "….The insanity bomb."
Codex: Lifespans.
Nord: 200-266 years; 300 with magic. Imperial: 230-270 years; 304 with magic. Breton: 300-333 years; 375 with magic. Dunmer: 2000-2333 years; over 4000 with magic. Altmer: 2000-2666 years; 3000 with magic. Bosmer: 1500-2000 years; 2250 with magic. Orsmer: 200-233 years: 260 with magic. Maormer: 2500-3000 years; 3375 with magic. Argonian: 200-280 years; 315 with magic. Khajit:200-250; 280 years with magic. Giant: 300-400 years; unable to increase life spanwith magic. Reikling: 12-20 years; unable to increase lifespan with magic.
Author's notice: Fourth chapter is done. Sorry it took so long. I hope this chapter would make it up for it and I think you can all guess what an insanity bomb does; no codex needed. Also I'm terrified of dolphins and puppets, no joke.
Somebody mentioned that I turned sort of under powered the illusive-man and its true I made him appear kind of useless. However, he's not the illusive man yet, but he will be. Also for anyone who may have noticed. Shepard's and Anderson's relationship isn't mentor/ student; its more of a friendship since they were both the same age despite shepard being over 100 and Anderson only being 23.