So basically Shepard is not the only one with a plan to stop the reapers and those which command them , so this is not a Shepard story. If you are looking for that , then stop right here. The book is not about shepard at all. Our story goes in parallel and beyond Shepards but they never intertwine. The goal is obviously to stop the Reapers and the Voids returning. Thus a camaraderie is formed . A group of 12 exceptional beings part of an ancient Umbra Organisation called the "Onclave" that included different races many of which we know today as quarian , asari , drell , salarian and a few others that , yada-yada-yada , were encharged with plan B because , let's face it , this Cycle is not going to go down without putting up a good fight. One of these 12 was Val'la , an extraordinary quarian who possessed unique skills unlike any other among her people. Devoted , loyal to the cause , cunning , exceptional tactician with a brilliant mind , she was put in charge of project Destiny.
Destiny started in the Hades Nexus where a very important artifact is found , they call it the Primal Keystone . One of three unique keystones of unknown origin which combined together would make such a powerful artifact the likes of which the Galaxy has never seen or heard before.
Unlike any normal artefacts which tell us about the past , this one would tell us about the future.
It is only by chance that during the end of one of the long and tiring working days Val'la remained working afterhours , spilling her blaqurra over the low scale miniature model analysis and reconstruction scans which connected a few dots here and there and somehow through the stains and spots , in that moment those shapes looked slightly familiar to her . It was not a mere picture , or some passed down word from who knows what extinct race out there. No. This , was something else. To someone else this would simply be one of those hard to solve mysteries they'd never get solved but Val'la saw right through it and soon discovered that it was actually a representation of a collection of galaxies which included ours as well. But it wasn't a map , no , this was a Calendar , an actual calendar far too vast for anyone to even comprehend. Once she figured this out , it was relatively and unexpectedly easy for her to find that this keystone also revealed the location of the second Primal Keystone and with the aquiring of that the bomb dropped as this was a live hunt over the next few chapters of the book for the third and final Primal Keystone. The search was almost impossible as these artifacts were not some simple shapes or mere pieces of metal , they were in fact complex celestial bodies resembling planets , whole Planets stranded in space with no life anywhere near and no means to reach them easely. There were no Mass Relays anywhere near the parts of the empty space these were located in . It would take thousands and thousands of years of space travel without the Relays so no race was going to reach them and even if anyone would , it was assumed that they were made to look like planets on purpose and especially barren ones , class 5 , so that in the unfortunate event they were ever found , they were viewed as anomalies and waste planets. But a machine can never think like an organic and that was the main principle these keystones were built on by their makers Val'la thought and by this theory she saw in that mess she created when she spilled her blaqurra that God doesn't build in patterns and therefore someone else built these. That's how she discovered the first key but it was unclear what cataclysmic event caused the first keystone to move from it's original place and even get into the the margins of habitable space where it was found and classed as a dead plannet that emitted unknown radiation traces which was why it was classified and hidded from all archives by the Onclave throughout history. The last key was only found by luck as Space is constantly expanding , this one too , shared the fate of the first Primal Keystone which caused it to shift and move and in order to be found one would have to look for it in the past , but , as we know , time travel is not possible. Not intentional anyway but who needs time travel when you have got time! A calendar is a wonderful thing , it keeps track of time. Lost in the layers of the calendar were references to a fabled race called the And-u'Rai , a civilization who spanned over a millenia of which only the Umbras now possessed very little info about.
From what little information about the And-u'Rai they had , they managed to figure out a few things such as their power over technology . These beings learned to manipulate matter and their technology was so impossible for a race so young as a cycle or even less than 50.000 years to even comprehend. They had the power to create new Stars and move throughout space willingly and safely with their entire Planetary System at any given time. Due to this remarkable technology their race was never part of the Voids Oncoming Storm , avoiding any and all Reaper contact along the way therefore giving them millions of years to advance and prosper.
Val'la's mission eventually leads her to meet these Andurra figuring out the sequence pattern in the Primal Keystones's "calendar" known as the Marker...
You can read the book chapter by chapter for yourselves i guess this is enough info to let you know the how's and why's of the story. Bassically the Andurra loved tradition , and one highly regarded tradition of theirs was the "Curata" - much like speaking in rhymes with a little more courtesy and flatter" and there i quoted myself
Val'la speaks before the High Chancellors ,
Here is the Poetry of a Dawning Star :
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Introductions :
-May health , wisdom and justice guide your way
-Fellow being what brings you here astray?
May health , wisdom and justice guide your way
Fellow beings i come before you today,
On this darkest of hour in these darkest of times
Part of a camaraderie my quest begun.
There were twelve of us allthough,
How many still draw breath i do not know
There's an ancient threat
Who seeks to conquer,
Enslave and perish us
In it's domain , asunder,
Their cruelty and ruthlessness
Is only spread with flame
Been doing it for eons ,
Voids and Reapers is their name
-What of these Reapers ,
What are they?
-Where do they come from?
Go on portray!
They're purging the Universe
Once fifty thousand years
They're sentient machines ,
Whom which rely on fears
No doubt they came from Dark Space ,
A race oh-so allmighty
They shook the Cosmos when they came ,
Please do not take them l-lightly
-Why do you stutter ?
-Speak crearly do not fret..
Their sheer size , technology
And number is a major threat
Supreme Chancellors ,
Stars grow darker by the hour
There's pain and suffering
And every moment's sour,
I fret my soul so often
With nightmares and with terrors
For if i fail and stumble on my errors,
Then all is lost ..
A hand was raised ,
Concillio have heard enough ,
You see they read right through her
And yet , this might not be enough ,
They're trying to remove more blur ..
They raise their heads , they look at Val'la ,
Questions must be answered,
-But be aware you must be truthful ,
-Or else this meeting's cancelled.
-Why exactly did you come here?
-What do you hope to gain?
-Is it weaponry or power?
-That will only bring you pain.
I came searching for your help ,
And that of Sarahim ,
Forger of a million worlds ,
Master of the Dandheym
-Dandheym is lost to us ,
-Who told you of this weapon?
-This is a secret well worth dying ,
-We all ready learned our lesson
-You can not control such power
-And you musn't even try
-Take our councill , heed our words
-We are the And-u'Rai
-As for Sarahim , he's gone for eons
-Once his purpose was complete ,
-He imparted us , his peons
-His mistake not to repeat ..
Of this i'm well aware she says
You see i once met an Asari
And this Asari then became my friend
And more ..
We shared our beds , Our minds together
We grew to like and love eachother ,
Our deepest darkest secret thoughts
They mingle in our soul in waltz .
And on the final moment's time ,
A place between serenity and the sublime
When hearts were sharing with eachother bliss
And right before my love's last kiss
A secret drops..
For she was not only sharing herself to me ,
But that which was before her , and then i saw
Long ago before our time began
There once was an Andurra ,
His love was endless but with sin
And such was born Sylura.
For his power was immense
Creating worlds and life together ,
Untill He , himself befall in love
With his creation's lovely nether.
And this Andurra's love was endless
So big and honest and sincere ,
He gave the worlds which he created
A point , a purpose , all endear
I saw this for i have a special gift ,
You could say , it's quite unique
I see the past , the now , the future
Just one touch and i can seek
Sarahim created Thessia ,
And while he did it , fell in love
With his one and true creation
Even Gods do , fall in love ,
Only this one had a secret
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Intrigued yet ?
here's a link :
robertfierce.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/poetryofadawningstar.html
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