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Chapter 10: Leviathan Part 1

Saren was not happy. Not happy at all. He positively glared as across from him was a large built hairy creature that he had been assigned to work with and looked back at him unimpressed. He might not be the same species that cost him a ship, but he worked with them.

"So this... Flerkin is supposed to be my partner as we attempt to chase down Desolas?" Saren asked suspiciously.

"Your brother has committed a very serious offence I hope you can remain impartial." Leo replied looming over Saren even as he sat across from him.

"That's enough from Both of you." Sparatus snapped and he rounded on both men. "Saren, Desolas is your brother and Tela is your colleague I hope you can tell us where it is we can find them."

Saren opened up his omni-tool and reviewed the gist of the information that the council had put together thus far while he drank some sort of Dextro based fruit punch.

"Khar'shan." Saren closed his omni-tool as he finished his drink. "Tela works for the Shadow Broker. He keeps in regular contact with the Batarians. They're shit but every now again they spit out some archaeotech that makes them worth dealing with."

Every Citadel controlled planet had VI programs monitoring every security camera and running facial recognition programs. Of course Spectres and STG would know how to avoid the camera's, but take into consideration where the theft had taken place, the fact that Desolas and the others had been black listed, and arrive at the most likely place for the group of renegades to hide.

"I would hope that they would at least have the capacity to learn, otherwise the Batarian's status as a sapient species will come into doubt." Leo explained letting out a sigh.

"You're thinking of them as an rational people. Their entire way of life has been destroyed, their population reduced to a tenth of what it use to be, the amount of territory that they use to cover has been reduced to a single planet, their home world. They're effectively a pre-space flight civilisation at this point in time and it's all thanks to your Stellar Union. The trauma they have received is so severe that they don't think they'll be able to survive, so instead of wanting to live they want revenge." They've seen it before with the Krogan. Well unlike the Krogan there's now a small thriving community of former Batarian Slaves in Union space so there hopefully won't be a repeat of the mistakes taken with the Krogan. "Right now my stupid brother and the band of idiots he's aligned himself with represent their best shot at revenge. So they'll help them even if it costs them what's left of their race."

Leo just shook his head at the foolishness.


Shepard was currently on a union ship back into the neutral zone between Union and Council space, after that was Tuchanka, saving the Krogan people would demand that they put in some hours on the political side.

"Oi we just got an all points bulletin." Shepard stated looking at her tablet and the message therein. "Any information that we can scrounge up on some goons that attacked a Union ship." Over a Dozen STG, A rogue Spectre, and a disgraced Turian General.

"Those are some 'goons.'" Wrex replied letting out a dark chuckle. So the Citadel's attack dogs were starting to see the writing on the wall eh? What a shame.

"You said you were working for an information broker before right?" Shepard asked and Wrex grunted as he started picking through his omni-tool.

"I'll need a second to open up a secure channel." Wrex explained as he started punching buttons on his tool.

"Urdnot Wrex, you were taking so long to get into contact that I was afraid one of the Union species had eaten you." Shepard chuckled darkly at that. If you count the Prethoryn as 'Union' they nearly did. "I trust you are contacting me with good news?"

"Got a bunch of weapon schematics and the DNA from a monster that's been giving the Union a hard time. First we need to talk about the payment. Don't know if you've heard but the Council is going through something of an economic crisis." Wrex explained bluntly while tapping his finger.

"Would you like to increase the payment or would you like information?"

"Information. Tela Vasir, where is she?" Wrex asked and somehow the synthesised voice the Broker was using made a sharp intake of air. "She is preparing to sell me quite a bit of valuable information."

"There's nothing stopping you from extracting that information from her anyway is there? On the contrary if she has the Union breathing down her neck then it means that you might be able to negotiate down the price."

"I'm aware. Three weapon schematics." That was most of what he had to give right now.

No matter, if he needed more to hand over he'd just ask this intelligence capsule standing next to him.

"Agreed." Saying so Wrex sent over the three schematics.

"She and her band of fools are on Khar'sum, a fact that council should already be aware of by now, so I will offer you a bonus instead." A file was sent over to Wrex's omni-tool leading to Shepard and the Krogan to look at each other in confusion. "Happy hunting."

The File was loaded onto a secure server where it was then opened risk free of any potential viruses, in it it contained two things, the first were exact geographic coordinates for the planet of Khar'shan. A planet was still a big place, if these were meant to be what they thought they were, then this represents the exact location for where Tela Vasir's group was located. The second file was a video file the area that it was recording almost completely blank.

"Enhance the image." The Picture was brightened, cleaned up, put through various spectrum analysis's and eventually the shadow of a figure made it's appearance known, various gagged spikes sticking out like the turtled form of a giant spider. "Is that... what I think it is?" Shepard pulled out her tablet and used it to bring up a image for comparison.

Drawn by hand, so either someone fancies themselves a artist, or there was something that they couldn't get a picture of with a camera. Wrex thought about it some. According to the walking corpse's their ancestors, or rather the closest thing they had to ancestors, were driven to the brink of extinction by some ancient enemy that they still believe to be alive and was only able to narrowly avoid going completely extinct. Image capturing technology might be in short supply but they still needed to record the face of their enemy, their 'reapers' if they were to make sure that they didn't go extinct for real so working with the best that they could, they wrote it down. Then Shepard whipped out her tablet and called a familiar figure.

"Mom. It's me. There's an omega class situation brewing on Khar'shan." Shepard stated without hyperbole.

"Are you certain?" The Admiral's voice came back hard and uncompromising.

"Mom, I'm looking at the bloody bastard's corpse as we speak, or rather a picture of it." Not good. On the contrary this went several leagues beyond 'not good' and instead crossed over into 'oh my god the world is about to end!'

"Shepard what's going on?" Wrex asked looking extremely concerned.

"THAT is a Reaper!" Shepard snapped jabbing at the screen with her finger. Not 'That is a Reaper Ship' or 'That is a ruin of the Reaper civilisation' but rather 'That is a Reaper!'

"Are you kidding? I've seen buildings smaller than that thing." Wrex stated while indicating the cybernetic corpse in the picture, eyes drawn to semi-familiar Batarian equipment in the picture that he knew to the size of a shuttle.

"Irrelevant. A reaper is a sapient self aware cybernetic ship built around a techno-organic core. It's hard to tell how big it's suppose to be because it's broken but..."

"It's dead though right?" Wrex asked for the sake of confirmation. "Aye. It's probably been dead longer than the entire Batarian Civilisation has existed for. It's also completely irrelevant as it doesn't change one ounce the threat it represents." Shepard started to explain as she sent orders for the ship to begin to mobilise immediately. "The Zroni and other races were able to kill Reapers during the last cycle war. Lots of them, occasionally they were even able to pick apart their bodies when they were done with them too and scrounge up useful bits of technology to integrate into their ships too." It's not enough that the Reapers overwhelm them massively in sheer numbers, it's not enough that they're the hardest freaks in the entire universe, nor is it enough that their weapons can destroy them with impunity. No because even after all of that the Reapers still feel compelled to stack the deck in their favour by planting trap after trap. "Indoctrination. It's how the Reapers recruit their spies. Their technology constantly emits a ultra sonic signal that simultaneously kills off chunks of the opponent's brain and at the same time plants false memories into their minds to turn them to the reaper's side. The entire crews that had the salvaged Reaper technology installed into them turned against the rest of the fleets during key battles and ended up crippling them even worst than what they were to begin with."

Wrex's lip twisted in a snarl.

"Honorless cowards." Wrex summarised bluntly.

"That corpse has probably been there since the end of the last war. Hell, life on Khar'Shan probably evolved from the leaking primordial ooze coming out of that thing, I sincerely doubt that there's a single Batarian that doesn't have a trace of the Reapers on them!" The entire Batarian Ecosystem, Civilisation and Culture could theoretically be built around the influence of a single dead Reaper. No wonder they're a bunch of ass holes. "Suit up. We need to get ready to drop A.S.A.P!"


When it was alive it was known as Dis, in Kharsum it means 'Majesty.' It whispered to them in their sleep, telling them of the worlds beyond their own, and their rightful place at the peak of those worlds. Yet when they reached the stars the temple of their gods were already being occupied, and so Majesty gave them another prophecy. Her brother, the Sovereign, and his followers yet roams the stars, watching, preparing, collecting, under her instruction the Batarian's built a beacon and called them. When the Collectors arrived they would request that select members of their race follow them on a holy pilgrimage to become soldiers under Sovereign's leadership, and when under their guidance the Batarian's started to reach for the stars they made more requests, servants for their brother's in Sovereign's army, they would pick through whatever Asari, Turian, Salarian, Volus, Elcor, Quarian and even the Rachni and Krogan at the peak of their titular wars the Batarian's could capture, the worthy were taken to the stars, while the dregs were left behind to serve the Batarians. Biding his time until the return of his people was nigh Sovereign waited with hungry eyes.

Desolas heard the words of the Batarian's secret history echoing around his head. It was too late for them, the Batarian's would never be able to recover from this blow, not in time for the war in heaven anyway, Sovereign needed a new champion to aide his people. They needed someone who could deliver the Citadel for them and with it win the war in Heaven. And Desolas had an idea on how to do it.

"Contact Sovereign. Tell him that I can deliver the Citadel for him." The Priest nodded his head and so he was off.

"And how do we do that?" Tela asked looking at the Turian. More of the texts appeared in their minds.

The Reapers enemies were many and treacherous, they had found a way back to the Citadel after the war and sabotaged it, the Reapers no longer controlled the Mass Relays, Sovereign isn't currently able to call his brothers and sisters from beyond the void. They needed to figure out what they did and undo it!

"I know people." Desolas stated bluntly. "And more importantly so do you. Call the Shadow Broker, and find out where the leading expert in Prothean ruins is."


The Council ship arrived in orbit around Khar'Shan first, and was consequentially shot down first. One of the Batarian's cities opened up to reveal an ancient turret that spat a stream of molten hot radioactive metals at the council ship knocking it out of the sky. After the ship had crashed what remained of its crew started to emerge, treating their wounds. Leo cracked his neck as if the entire situation had been little more than a inconvenience for him, truthfully between the self realigning bones, the highly sophisticated biomedial suite implanted directly into his body and the Dragon Scale armour it probably was. The rest of the Ship's crew on the other hand had to make due with hiding for cover in whatever hole they figured could save themselves.

"Remind me..." Saren wasn't looking too hot. His arm had been pinned underneath a piece of rubble from the ship when it had crashed. "...why didn't we take the giant warship as long as the Citadel itself?"

"Because your bosses insisted on trying this 'diplomatically.'" In Saren's opinion the Council's diplomacy usually worked better when it's backed up by the main gun of the Destiny Ascension. "And because now the Batarian's have confirmed whose side they're on."

Oh sure the Batarian's hated the Union, that was a given. After all at this point they've basically destroyed their civilization and everything that they've ever cared about. But they hate the Citadel even more, for while it's only natural that an enemy sets out to destroy you your allies are supposed to come and rescue you. Not only did the council ignore their cries for help, but they responded by attacking their worlds instead.

"The dreadnought will be here soon." Leo explained bluntly.

"And when it gets here they're going to bring with them an army." The Dreadnaught could very easily blow a hole into the side of the planet leading to the death of all life on the planet but that wouldn't be 'thorough.' Desolas and his lot wouldn't be dead until they had his cold unmoving corpse, or they got video proof that he had been vaporised in the blast.

"Now would you mind getting this thing off of me!" Saren growled and Leo looked down at his arm and whistled.

"Not happening. Your arm's been crushed, I unpin it and the flood of toxins that'll enter your body will kill you." Saying that Leo whipped out a long strip of metalic cloth which then turned rigid as it faintly vibrated with power.

"Wait." Saren grabbed a nearby piece of scrap metal and bit down on it, nodding his head for Leo to go ahead. Saren barely made a noise as his arm was severed and the wound cauterised. The Spectre spat the metal out as he stood up. "Don't suppose you have anything to help me regrow my arm in that suit of yours?"

"Nothing compatible with Dextro." Leo stated as Saren sighed and pulled out his heavy pistol.

"Then until I can get a new arm this'll have to do." The other Spectres will be chuckling about this for weeks. "The Batarians will be looking for survivors soon, and I sincerely doubt they'll mean to make us slaves this time." Saren explained as he led Leo away.

"Then we had better make sure that we give them a proper welcome." Leo's smile was all teeth and malice.


"Where did that come from?" One of the few Salarian's left in their ranks looked up at the aftermath of the Cannon fire.

"It was one of the cannons from Majesty, under her instruction we retrofitted it for anti-air. Sovereign has several like it." The Head Priest explained simply.

Useless if it can't punch through a Union ship.

"How long until Sovereign gets here?" Desolas demanded rounding on the Priest.

"The Great altar says we have but a day."

Not enough time.

"Crack that console open and give us some information." Desolas demanded and the Salarians got to work.

"Gonna be hard, we don't understand this language." Desolas pushed them aside. He went under the language options and paused as he recognised one of them without knowing how. Majesty. She had dumped the knowledge of the damned corpses language into his head. Quickly changing the language settings Desolas desperately eliminated options laid out before him, no schematics that requires the use of Rare Crystals, Unstable Mots, or Exotic gasses.

"Hypocrites." Desolas snapped as he looked at the technology in question. "Bring all the electronics and Element Zero in the city here! We'll need all the fabricators that we can get our hands on!"

"Sounds like you have a plan." Vasir nodded as she walked away.

"Where are you going?" Desolas demanded while the Batarians got to work.

"You got your marching orders. I have mine." Like that Vasir hijacked the first Sky-car that she could get her hands on.

She still saw the smoke from the council ship that the Batarian's had shot down, time to check for a pulse as they say. Arriving at the area the first thing that Vasir saw was that the top most layer of soil had been disturbed, and so naturally whipped out a SMG and proceeded to use it to clear a path through the mine field.

"Some people don't mess around." Leo stated mildly impressed.

"She isn't the only one." Saren replied as he spoke into his Omni-tool. "Asari Vanguard confirmed in range, target right leg. Fire on my mark." Saren silently counted in his head. 1. 2. Long enough for all the snipers planted throughout every opening in the ship to line up their shots. "Fire."

Citadel Security officers were the finest snipers in the Citadel's combined forces, trained to disable a target from up to two kilometres away. Now do to the council's rush to deploy over three hundred of these marksmen were on board the ruins of this ship and directly under Saren's command. Biotic Barriers are designed to protect the user from enemy fire, for this reason they are at their strongest from the region covering the top of their head down to where their heart is located, likewise the weakest place to pierce and break this barrier is the area furthest away from this strong area. Thus, three hundred snipers collectively concentrated their fire on one single area with enough force to shatter the barrier, penetrate the hard suit and tear of Vasir's leg all in one smooth motion.

"GAAAHHH!"

3. 2. 1. The cool down on the Sniper weapons was finished, in that time Vasir charged over and into the cover of a damaged section of the ship. In five more seconds she would have her barrier back up and use her biotics to compensate for her leg and be ready to return fire. Shame then that she would be dead after only three.

"Javelin Team ready?"

"Ready." A Salarian voice replied from Saren's communicator.

"Sniper teams, prepare to shoot some Klixen, just like back in sniper school." One of the consequences of the ship crashing was that the latest weapons developed by Armax Arsenal for ship to ship combat prior to the Union, the Javax, could no longer be aimed with the same range of motion as before. Instead you would have to lure the target within range, say for example by deliberately creating a blind-spot for your snipers by biotically planting a chunk of the ship's hull directly in front of the weapons in question. "Fire!" The Javax simultaneously fires two separate chunks of Biotically supercharged anti-matter drawing matter into itself and triggering a massive detonation. Vasir only narrowly avoided the initial detonation thanks to her biotic abilities, and was subsequently thrown into the air, where she was used as target practice by three hundred snipers.

"RAAGGH!" Grunting in exertion Vasir threw a Singularity, changing her trajectory in mid air and catching all the slugs that had been fired at her she was now at the entrance to the ship. "Alright." Vasir cracked her neck as she prepared to wreck some people. "Now I'm pissed!"

"She's on the ship now smart guy." Leo growled in displeasure.

"Precisely." Saren stated as he prepared to execute the next phase of his plan.

Vasir threw stones through the entrance which then blew up. Having triggered the explosions the half floating Asari limped her way through the entrance, and was soon staring down Leo's plasma Shot gun. Leo himself wasn't wielding it, but that difference was hardly negligible.

"Son of a-!" Vasir's barrier regenerated just in time to take the shot, sadly she didn't get the memo about exotic plasma and Barriers, and so was sent flying once more as her own barrier detonated and sent her skidding across the minefield, if not for the fact that she had already used lift on herself, she would be blown to bits right now. She was however in the killzone of three hundred snipers again, six seconds into a three second cool down, and subsequently was fired upon.

"ENOUGH!" Reaching the end of her patience Vasir ripped the mines out of the ground and threw them through the air, the explosions stopped the slugs of the snipers. Not giving her enemy the chance to recover Vasir followed up by hitting the ship itself with a slam. The sound of breaking and buckling sounded out as the ship collapsed into the ground and fell over.

"Looks like the plan's a failure." Saren stated bluntly.

"She's half dead and Pissed. If you were in the Union's army I'd put you up for a promotion." Leo stated as he prepared to go on the offensive.

"I'll settle for a new arm." Saren bluntly replied. "Deal. Get the men to safety and I'll go rip hers off." Saying that Leo jumped out of the hole they had been watching the battle from.

"Oi Missy." Whipping out club Leo knocked the ship back over so that it fell in the opposite direction. Ultra light Council ship, super heavy Neutron club. "I'd be running if I was you. Then again if I was you I'd still have both of my legs too."

"I take it you were the one who set up that... cute little defence right now?" Vasir asked indicating the crashed ship. "No that was your colleague Saren. Well former colleague, I don't know if you heard or not but you lost your job and we're here to deliver your severance pay."

Leo had already prepared the second of his weapons, the rail gun wasn't suited to close quarters, and he already gave C-Sec his shot gun, so that just left him him the use of his melee weapons and his laser rifle.

"It's okay I got a new one." Vasir's eyes started to glow, not in the way that the a Biotic usually has their eyes glow either. Leo couldn't explain it and it creeped him out a little bit, like there was something wrong on a fundamental level with the woman who was standing in front of him. "Not a lot of benefits but I'll consider this one of them!"

Vasir Grabbed some of the scrap metal on the ground and threw it at Leo, or rather some of it, as he was soon realising the majority of what Vasir had grabbed had actually been thrown into the air with anti-gravity, and was now coming down as a miniature artificial meteor storm. Even Leo had to take some measures to defend himself using one arm to protect his head while releasing the Laser Rifle's payload in the direction of Vasir, sadly firing with one arm meant that he was inaccurate with the unwieldy weapon, so Vasir started to run away.

"Fire!" Directly into Saren's new killzone, three hundred C-Sec officers firing their weapons until they had to go into cool down directly into Vasir, shattering her biotic shields again. As she was about to prepare another counter attack, she was suddenly hit by a red hot mass of plasma directly to her face.

"I like this gun!" A Turian officer with a purple eye piece stated as he de-cloaked. "Do you think I'll be able to buy one?" Saren looked at the young cop seriously with a dead pan glare.

"No." And then the ground started to shake.


Author's Note:

Chronos0305: Potentially fascinating, wholly irrelevant, I already have an idea for the Prethoryn's enemy.

Chronus1326: Thank you for saying so.

Gianfranco Cembran: No that's not at all what she was doing. Go back and read again.

Guest: Thank you for saying so.

Clown2107: They went to the Batarian's for help, they led them to the Leviathan of Dis, now they're being indoctrinated. Potentially yes, they will be focusing on bigger fish first though.