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Hi, this is my first real attempt at a fanfic, I will try to post chapters once every week to 2 weeks, the story is set 70 years after ME3. I have intentionally left out any allusions toward the endings, Destroy, Control, and completley left out synthesis, as to the sex of Cmdr Shepard. This is the Prologue just to lead you into two of the main elements of the forthcoming story, I hope you enjoy.

Prologue
Part I:
D'shjin
7,000,000 BCE Lorian
Expanse






He
lay there for what seemed like hours, the snow covering his broken
body, he had failed to protect them, his fellow protectors, the
scientists he had sworn to protect, gone all gone now. D'shjin lay
there gasping for air. <What by the gods, had happened, they
came from the ruins.... they must have come from the ruins> he
thought to himself.




A few
months earlier he had been entrusted by the consulate to escort a
Team of scientists to D'aiosa. Their mission was to excavate newly
discovered ruins believed to have belonged to the Kranjul, a race so
technologically advanced, that had mysteriously disappeared about
30,000 years ago, as if erased from history.



They
were to protect 15 scientists, 8 protectors under his command. 8 of
the best trained males and females of his home worlds military. But
they had failed, and now all were dead, and D'shjin was also gasping
for his last breathes of air.



<They came from the
temple... those machines they came out of the temple I swear! But the
place was supposed to be empty..... R'enjia said she had never seen
technology like that, that it wasn't from the Kranjul.... but what
were they then?> His mind was
ablaze in the confusion of what had just happened. He tried crawling
forward, his 3 eyes gazing around in panic. He was safe here, they
were gone, back into the darkness they had come from. D'shjin's eyes
fell upon the moonlit courtyard he was lying in. D'aiosas 3 moons
Mnembi, Dasjhir, and D'rophae cast the shadows of his dead comrade
across the snow covered floor, their blue blood giving the snow a
dangerous tone.




Slowly
he grasped for his staff, and tried arching himself up. Pain shot
through every nerve of his body, his Armour torn and broken cut into
his flesh. A faint scream of agony and pain filled the air, as he
slowly moved forward, his eyes now set on the communications array.
He had to tell his people of what had just happened before the
darkness consumed him. D'shjins footsteps echoed in the snow, and his
tiny whimpers of pain filled the silent night sky... <I
must make it to the beacon, I must!> he
thought to himself as he felt his eyes grow heavier.



It
was far to late, he broke together the blood loss had been to much.
The darkness was coming and his eyes grew heavier with every breathe
he made. He didn't have the energy to move anymore. He was dying.



<Fear not, the end
is here, be happy, for you will not suffer like the rest of your
brothers and sisters!> a
faint voice echoed through D'shjins head.



D'shjin
lifted his head, and gazed across the courtyard till his eyes fell on
a blue shimmering light. <It hadn't been there mere seconds
ago> he thought to himself.



<By the god's what
are you, and how can you speak my tongue!?> he
cried out.



<How you can
understand me is irrelevant to you, We are the beginning, and we are
the end... we are the ones, who will return, as we have before and as
we will again. Be assured that you are safe now, and that you can go,
knowing you will not meet us, nor them.> The
voice echoed through D'shjins skull



<What do you mean? I
don't understand!> he
replied.
<We come, before the
great machines do, we are their apostles, but we leave before their
arrival, so that they cannot hunt us, now sleep the eternal> the
voice echoed.



<Are you the.....>
D'shjin never finished, his last
breathe faded out and he was unaware of the lights answer.



<We are the
beginning of the cycle, and we are your civilizations end...> The
voice echoed through the courtyard.
Part
II:

Lyra
Bishop
2254 CE, Horizon



“Marcus! Call in the
airstrike now! We have no time left, they are closing in on us”
Lyra yelled over the comm link.



“LT,
they are in our perimeter, if I call it in we all get blasted! Major
Wallace would have never allowed a strike like that!” Marcus
replied.



“Get
it together, Wallace is dead, in case you missed the round that blew
a hole through his breastplate and guts! As the XO I am in charge
now, and I'm giving you an order to call in the goddamn airstrike
Sergeant!” She bellowed , “And if we don't call it in now, we and
the colonists will be dead within the next 30 minutes! Call it in and
head for the nearest cover got it!”



“Yes
Ma'am, got it ! Patching through to SSV Perseus!” . They had been
ambushed by those goddamn Batarians. After almost 100 years, they
still couldn't let it go. Their race was hit worse than the rest,
especially through the acts of Commander Shepard, and that Humans
still saw the Commander as a Hero was an atrocity to them. They had
been waging this war almost since the end of the Reaper Wars now. In
guerrilla tactics they had attacked human colonies and fled into the
darkness before any Alliance team could respond. But this time the
Alliance had been prepared.



“This
is the SSV Perseus. Ground team do you copy?” A voice on the comm
link asked.
“This
is Lieutenant Lyra Bishop, SAN17-06-34-Alpha, we are backed up, Major
James Wallace is dead, I have taken command of the 31st
squad..., we are pinned down by unfriendlies requesting an immediate
airstrike to our location!” Lyra screamed trying to blare out the
gunfire.



“This
is SSV Perseus, Lieutenant that is a no-go, the 33rd
and the 34th
are inbound to your location to give you fire backup, ETA 25 minutes,
hold the fort for as long as you can!” The Comm Officer replied,
“God Bless you all!”



“Sir,
in 25 minutes the colonists will be dead, we need that airstrike! Now
If tha...” Lyra was cut of immediately!



“31st
, this is Admiral Jameson of the SSV Perseus, the airstrike is a no
go, if we hit you now we will lose the 33rd
and the 34th
, we've already lost the 30th
the 29th
and the 32nd,
we cannot take any more casualties, stand your ground and wait for
backup! That is an order Lieutenant!” Jameson bellowed through the
comm link, making it clear that no matter what happened the 31st
Ground and Intel was doomed.



“Aye
sir, copy, holding up till reinforcements arrive.” Lyra choked on
those words, by the time they were here all hope would be gone, “Aye
you heard the Admiral! Marcus, Mueller, Grant, flank the Left keep
all fire away from the colonists. Graham, Smith, you guys are on me,
we will head back and start moving the colonists back to Sigma base,
we need to evac them Asap!”



“Aye,
ma’am!” The team responded. They had taken enough casualties
today, their CO was gone, and Wallace had been a damn good soldier,
12 Men and Women had been lost to that Batarian scum, Rodriguez,
Jackson, Donelly, all good soldiers. Lyra stormed down the hill
towards, Gamma Base, she had hoped it would be the last time the
colonists would have to fall back, but she had been wrong.



As
they stormed down the hill, the battle behind them seemed to grow
more and more aggressive. Lyra didn't dare glance back, she was
afraid she might have just sacrificed 3 good Men. Her head was
rushing, her heart was racing. She looked to her left, Smith was
still right there, and then with a loud boom he was gone, and she was
flung into the darkness.