Chapter one
2162 CE: Aboard the Migrant Fleet
As Shala'Raan Vas Tonbay prepared her crew for relay transit, one word repeated within her mind. "Finally". The Quarian people had finally had enough with their treatment at the hands of the galactic community and decided to take their chances far away from known space. Leaving drones behind to deactivate the relay they used and hide all signs of their passage through the system, the flotilla sped through relay 314 to find the connected system held no dextro worlds. Searching the nearby systems yielded another relay and so the fleet repeated the process. When the fleet came out of FTL they found a red giant and several other mass relays in close proximity, but still no dextro planets to settle. Choosing one at random they went through the process of activating it and leaving another drone behind. Arriving roughly 36 light-years away, in a system containing 9 planets around a yellow dwarf star. The only thing out of the ordinary was the giant winged silhouette approaching the migrant fleet and the system's third planet.
"Ma'am, you might want to take a look at this!" said one of the bridge crew as he brought the image onto the main screen. To he credit, Shala only slightly faltered at the sight before ordering "Search all channels for any signals and someone patch me through to the other admirals."
After several tense moments of waiting, the voices of Han'Gerrel and Zaal'Koris could be heard arguing throughout the bridge. After listening to them getting nowhere, Shala interrupts "Does anyone know what we're even looking at? It's bigger than a dreadnought, moves like an animal, according to our scans it leaves no emissions, and it appears to be communicating with much smaller animals through unknown means. I didn't even see it until it was pointed out to me."
"Whatever it is, it's been observing us since our arrival and has yet to make any hostile moves against us. We have no idea what it is capable of, so I will repeat myself once more in saying that shooting first is a horrible plan!" huffed an obviously irritated Zaal. "Regardless of whether it is a completely alien lifeform or an incredibly organic looking ship, we should at least try to communicate with it while it still tolerates our presence."
Whether fortunate or not for the admirals, they were not the only ones thinking along those lines. Right as Zaal'Koris finished speaking, a swirling mass of light erupted in front of The Tonbay, fading away just as quickly and leaving a lone figure hanging in the void. The individual had the same general shape as most citadel races, though among the bipedal races only the Krogan could compare in size. Dressed in flowing black robes, their leg structure was obscured from view, but a five digit hand was wrapped around what appeared to be a large stick of some sort. For what reason a space faring creature wielded a stick was unknown, they could only guess it was symbolic or ceremonial due to the large green gems. The creature's was was covered, but judging by the helmet, it appeared to have tusks that would indicate a territorial creature by evolution.
"Why would they place themselves in front of a potentially hostile fleet like that? Are these people suicidal or just stupid?" asked Han, as Daro shook her head "they're obviously looking to meet face to face, showing good faith by exposing themselves. Besides, what's to stop them from leaving the way they came? Why if we had that capa-" Shala cut her off "Well then, lets not keep them waiting, we can use a shuttle as a meeting room to limit contamination and danger to the fleet."
After a brief debate on who to bring, a shuttle ride later saw admirals Shala, Han, Daro, and three marines approaching the robed individual while Zaal'Koris stayed behind to keep the flotilla organized and prevent any jumpy Quarians from starting a war. As the shuttle drew near, the cabin was depressurized and the door opened. When their guest had boarded, the shuttle was sealed and pressurized. The creature threw back it's hood and removed it's mask and helmet, shocking the occupants of the shuttle. It looked like a large Quarian male with fine golden hair and lacking any bio-luminescence. The facial proportions and angles were all slightly wrong, but he was so similar that most of them had unconsciously relaxed at seeing his face after expecting a large, tusked reptilian monster. The comfort didn't last long, as writhing lights of all colors from red to blue flew from the not-Quarian and into everyone else. Raising their weapons, the marines placed themselves in front of the admirals to shield them from danger. The creature calmly raised his hand and spoke "Wait, i mean you no harm." It was a smooth and masculine voice, betraying nothing but confidence and strength of will.
"Hold your fire, those lights were obviously for some form of translation." said Daro, looking from the marines to the man "How did you do that? translating a completely foreign language in a matter of moments should be impossible."
"My apologies... ma'am? but the knowledge is only one way, I simply gave you my understanding of my language, I have no idea what you're saying besides the obvious confusion. i suggest we take this to one of our ships and spend some time breaking the other half of the language barrier." and with that said, the man put his equipment back on and waited for the admirals to come to a decision. Eventually they decided on going to the alien's ship to avoid risking the Migrant Fleet.
It took several days of pantomiming, pointing at objects, and several linguists from around the empire, but a good enough translation was made for both a translation spell and an omni-tool translator to be created. Once proper communication was established, the admirals decided that introductions were in order and approached the same man they had first met since all the aliens seemed to defer to his judgement. "Greetings, we of the admiralty board, on behalf of the Quarian people would like to state our wish for continued peace and cooperation between our peoples. I am admiral Shala'Raan vas Tonbay of the patrol fleet, to my left is admiral Daro'Xen Vas Moreh of special projects, to my right is admiral Han'Gerrel Vas Neema of the heavy fleet, and though he is not with us at the moment admiral Zaal'Koris Vas Qwib Qwib of the civilian fleet would be pleased to make your acquaintance."
After she finished talking, the man took a step forward and gave a bow "Emperor Magnus of The Empire of Nirn, at your service. I would like to officially welcome you aboard The World Eater."
A/N: This is my first story and I'm planning on continuing it for quite some time. I'll be up front and say that it will contain concepts that the average TES fan didn't know about that universe and might make some readers wonder where I got those ideas. To those confused I will recommend looking into CHIM, the lessons of Vivec, Tiber Septim/Talos, the Tower, and The wheel. TES lore has always been up to interpretation and this story is my interpretation on what a CHIMster could accomplish. To my reviewers I say thanks, I'm glad people could guess who was coming through the relay. Any guesses as to what system this chapter takes place in? I tried to leave some obvious clues by stating the path the Quarians took to get there and describing the system, let me know what you think as the story progresses.