Hi guys, ok so because this has, well gotten interest I've expanded on the first chapter. But I also want to point out what I'm doing with the monster people. While this is a monster people story, there will be no magical based monsters, undead and similar monsters. I like to keep my stories realistic, so I'm focusing on that. So, in other words, no golems, vampires, undead and those ones.
Space is a vast empty wilderness where many wonders and horrors await. A fleet of ships flew towards a planet of green and blue with turrians on board ready for an attack. This the reaction fleet for the destruction of another fleet that was destroyed by a group of aliens who were trying to activate a dormant mass relay. That was something that they could not tolerate, so they destroyed the ships but one escaped.
Whoever they contacted a fleet that came after that patrol and destroyed them. Thankfully managed to trace where the fleet came from to a blue and green world. They managed to take out the fleet, all that was left was to do now was invade. But none of them expected what was coming.
"Team 1 ready for deployment," the lead turrian said as he and his team walked onto the transport.
"So policing action?" one of them asked.
"Yeah," the leader muttered, he didn't like this situation either.
As soon as they were told what was going on the force that was being sent to the planet was split with what to do. Some agreed, others didn't but at best this was a messy situation. But what's done is done, now it was time to deal with it. Cocking their weapons, the ship took off with others flying down to the planet. As they entered the atmosphere anti-air weapons trying to blast the invasion down.
"Damn, whoever these guys are they have quite a lot of fire power," the pilot said as he moved the ships around. "What on…" he then began as he hit the communications. "Watch out, contact!"
In front of the fleet was three ships. Big enough to be frigates, but the way they were designed looked like some kind of carrier. That idea was proven as something jumped out of the sides of the crafts. Targeting systems activated but what the pilot saw just made his eyes widen. He thought that they were just drones, but that was not the case as he spied asari-looking aliens but they looked strange. Pink skin and feathers on their arms and some form of visor over their faces. On the underbelly was some kind of weapon. Where these things some kind of bio engineered soldiers?
The team leader moved up to the cockpit and looked at what the pilot was looking at. But he only got a moment look before the cockpit exploded from a rocket. The ship came down hard and crashed in a nearby forest. Out of a squad of 10 only four exited the craft with great difficulty.
"Command this is team 1, Marklok company, ship down pilot and team lead dead," one of them said as he pressed his radio.
"Understood, head to the rally point, but be aware we have reports of uncounted hostile types, possibly genetically created," the officer said.
"Wait genetically created?"
"Yes, we have reports of several different types. But we aren't sure which one is the leader species,"
"Under…" the soldier tried out say but gunfire caused him to take cover behind the ruined wreck with his fellow survivors.
He looked at the enemy who was firing but only stared as a 7-foot soldier with horns walked out of the forest carrying a large calibre weapon. He was bigger and taller than a Krogan, he also looked just as strong. There was no way he and his team had the firepower to deal with this beast. Grabbing the others, the pulled away trying not to get shot by the beast as they moved away.
Thankfully the beast didn't notice them allowing them to make their getaway.
OOOOO 6 hours after invasion
Commander Juliius Agation slammed his fist onto the holomap with anger. The situation was bad to say the least. Enemy forces had numbers and unexpected warriors at their command. The reports he was getting from the front was just bizarre at times. Half serpents, flying soldiers, varren moving warriors in some kind of packs. This mix of soldiers made things problematic, while the turians where known for their military prowess but this force was just testing their limits. What they were trained for just seemed useless now.
Forests were infested with the verren moving soldiers and reptilian like soldiers. The bigger horned soldiers were nigh unstoppable with their heavy armour and weapons. Fast for legged soldiers harassing them cutting off supply lines and soldiers flying in the air taking out the fighters. They managed to take the force out in space, but on the ground… they were facing multiple enemies who had strange animal like abilities that they could not track.
This was not simply one force, but multiple groups fighting in unison and with ease. The Turrians worked with Salarians and Asari before, while they worked well, they were still some rough edges with mixed species operations. For one, the Salarians took chances and attacked when the opportunity presented itself, the Asari on the other hand relied on small elite teams to punch though. But this was something different, it was clear that the enemy was some form of mixed force but they didn't have the same disjoined tactics as a mix forced would have.
It was as if they had been working for years and the tactics was moulded around this variety. The whole thing was too well coordinated for them to be just simply allies, each group was working to their own strengths. Ambush attacks, charges guerrilla attacks. The Turrians where not used to this form of combat. It wasn't as if that they were losing, they were gaining ground, but the enemy was putting up a strong fight. They were going to make the Turrians pay for each ship they lost, each life they took and every inch of ground they seized control of. This was going to be a long war.
OOOOO 3 days after invasion
Team 7 slowly made their way down the alien street carefully watching their sides. Despite the problems they were having, they knew that a few of the warriors they faced specialised in ambushes. Particularly the varren and serpent like warriors, the turrians lost a good number of their soldiers to these ambush tactics. The fact that there where few survivors just made them more dangerous. The varrens worked in packs and moved with speed by gaining the higher ground and using that to their advantage.
Either that or they came charging in with speed and ripped them limb from limb. It seemed that their jaws were powerful enough to rip Turrian carapace off. That didn't seem natural which just added to the idea that they warriors they were fighting were simply genetically modified soldiers of some kind.
As the team moved, they didn't notice eyes where on them. Slowly moving to a junction, the sound of gunfire made them react quickly and they jumped into cover. But they didn't expect what happened next as a serpent warrior jumped out from underground and wrapped them in its long tail before crushing them in its coils. The warrior didn't kill them but choked them until they fell unconscious. Prisoners ready for interrogation.
OOOOO 14 days after invasion.
Commander Juliius looked over the new reports of his logistical lines. The enemy was good, they knew where to hit them where it hurt the most. Food supplies were getting low to be a major concern. Rationing was getting worse, there was just not enough food to go around. Those flying enemies where annoying, they were too small to hit by anti-air without a lot flak. They where like birds, they could move so fast and naturally that even the best gunners could not target them with ease.
It was found out that flying enemies had some cybernetics to help them fly in in the air. These flyers seemed to have been born for air combat. If they couldn't deal with these flyers then the invasion may be brought to a halt. As a matter of fact, it may look that way, the supply lines from the Citadel could get cut off if the enemy had more ships. Given monitored communications, it looked that way. The fleet that protected this world wasn't the prime fleet. This was going to get messy.
"Incoming!" someone yelled and something hit the middle of the compound with a loud bang.
Juliius looked inwards to see an attack coming from all sides. The serpent monsters and the ones with four legs moved in fist taking out the defences. The krogan like ones then followed along with warriors who looked like asari. They came in fast and moved like lighting taking control in no time.
OOOOO 1 month after invasion.
Sparatus sat back in his chair as he looked over the reports of the attack at relay 314. It had been a month since the police action started but now it had turned into a massive nightmare. Despite their victories in orbit on the ground was a different story. Supply lines were cut and stolen, bases destroyed and unorthodox tactics. Whoever these aliens where they managed to take on the most powerful military in Citadel space and won the ground war. The space war not so much, but it looks like that they won that as well.
How could an unknown upstart race beat them? It made no sense. They were masters of warfare, of combat, so how did they lose this skirmish? This was escalating into full scale war now. Before he could do anything else the door to his office opened and an annoyed Travos and Valern walked in.
"Sparatus," Travos said through gritted teeth. "What is this we are hearing about full mobilisation of the Turrian military?"
To make an asari angry was not the best of moves if you wanted to live. "Err well err," he muttered looking to Valern for help but he shared the same look as the asari. "There was an incident when unknown ships were trying to activate a relay when out patrol was coming in, and they stopped them,"
"Given the mobilisation of your government's military I think what happened is obvious," Valern said looking at the Turrian with a glare that spoke volumes. "Your patrol engaged these aliens because they were unaware of a rule that we had. So, your commander took it upon himself to take action leading to a skirmish with these new aliens,"
Hearing this, Travos' eye twitched, she came to the same conclusion but hearing it just made her madder. "Why?" she hissed.
"They were trying to unlock a Mass Relay," he tried to defend but it fell on deaf ears.
"Did your officer ever think that they knew where it led? Or that they didn't know about the Rachni?" Trevos shot back.
That made the councillor go tight lipped about the subject. But that didn't go unnoticed by Trevos.
"What? Nothing else to say?" she shot.
Sparatus sighed and just looked at the report. "No, there is one thing. We lost,"
The anger fled from Trevos' and Valren's faces as they just looked at him with wide eyes.
"They what?" Valern asked.
"The aliens we fought, we had to abandon the planet after two weeks. We still held orbit and sent teams down but they were never heard from again,"
"You are telling us that despite being the best and largest military in the galaxy, your expeditionary force was wiped out? By an unknown force?" Trevos confirmed only to be answered by a nod.
"They deployed these strange warriors, some of them flew, some slithered, others were like the Krogan. The variance of soldiers and tactics was too much for us to handle. Once we adapted to a new tactic, they changed theirs. They also focused on cutting out supply routs. But their tactics mostly focused around hitting and running before coming in force. We prepared for that tactic but they changed to dropping bombs on our bases,"
"Strange warriors?" Valern asked with a raised brow.
"Yes, have a look," the Turrian councillor muttered as he handed them a data pad.
OOOOO 1 week later.
Down at the diplomatic docks a crowd had gathered with people from all races who were eager to get a look at the new race who joined the galaxy at large. The news about what happened on world of Shanxi, as they named it, reached the ears of the galaxy. How the Turrians attacked an unknown race, how the unknown race won the war against the Turrians. Talk was everywhere, as was speculation but the facts where facts.
Tala M'toius was nervous to say the least. It wasn't every century you could report on a new race that handed the Turrians their asses on a sliver platter. Her drone was ready and waiting, a bleep then echoed in her ear and the camera turned on.
"Good morning Galaxy and welcome to Citadel news net!" she said in a cheery voice. "Today is a historic day for the Citadel as we welcome a new race into the fold! This channel is currently at dock 1, the main dock for any diplomats arriving at the Citadel. The new race call themselves humans, and this station has exclusive access to humans. All of which is on our main information page," as she spoke an angular yet sleek ship flew in and docked. "It looks like the ambassador is arriving now," she muttered as docking was complete.
The doors opened and a guard stepped out. He looked like a male asari with pink skin, two arms, legs eyes and so on. The only thing that was different was instead of the tentacles on the head they had fur on their head. It was surprising to see something similar to another race making people interested.
"Oh wow," Tala said with amazement and surprise. "Is this what humans look like?"
The human then stepped to one side allowing a 6ft creature emerged making people gasp. He stood tall with light grey hair and mutton chops on his cheeks. On top of his head sat a pair of pointed ears that twitched due to some unseen force. A grey bushy tail swung behind him and his blue piercing eyes looked from one to the other.
"Are they even human?" Tala asked before the ambassador emerged.
The tailed being then stepped to one said and the next creature surprised people even more. The top half of the next human was similar to that of the first, but this one was more Asari-like than the precious with a slender body and breasts. But below the hips was a red and pink serpent's body and tail. Large scales ran along the sides of her jaw and her eyes were clearly reptilian. Tala dropped her microphone and her jaw in utter shock. No one in the studio could blame her as they did similar things.
The serpent woman just sniggered. "Looks like we caught them off guard," she muttered while adjusting her glasses and moving forward with her two guards.
Tala moved quickly and grabbed her microphone. "It looks like humans come in many different shapes and forms. I think the galaxy just got bigger,"
The three moved forward up to the Council's representatives. "On behalf of the Citadel Council and Citadel space I welcome you to the Citadel," one of them said.
"On behalf of the Systems Alliance I accept this welcome, now if you please take us to your leaders," the half serpent said making the other two smiles.
"This way please," the representatives said as they moved to one side.
The group then began to walk but the 6-foot human stopped a few feet from the door. The others realised and looked to him. His nose and ears were twitching, he then looked to the crowd making some back up.
"Something wrong?" the ambassador asked.
"Bomb," he said before jumping.
As he jumped people began to move out of the way, but as soon as he landed, he pounced onto a Turrian and ripped part of the clothing off. In his hand was a bomb.
"GET OFF ME YOU FILTH!" the Turrian yelled as C-sec came up and secured him.
Once C-sec was there the human got off him and looked around before re-joining the others. The galaxy just became a more interesting place.
OOOOO years later
In a dark room young tanned girl with short horns on her head lays strapped to a bed with only a light shining down on her. A silhouette of someone walked up to her only for the young girl's eyes to spy a man dressed in a white doctor's outfit. In his hand he held a syringe ready to be injected into the girl's body. She began to struggle, but the restraints held her tightly, she was not allowed to move let alone escape. The man touched her hand and stroked her hand gently.
"Hush girl, I'll make you better," he muttered before piercing her skin with the syringe and injected the liquid it contained into her.
She screamed out loud as her body burned and her heart beat faster and faster. Waking with a start a woman woke up with sweat pouring down her body and a pistol in hand pointing at nothing. But she sat like this for a few moments before moaning and falling back onto the bed. Looking up at the ceiling above her she let go of pistol and brushed the sweat off her face. After a few moments she pressed her fist against her head.
"Get outta there," she muttered before stretching out cracking her limbs. "Lights," she said and the lights came on before she claimed out of bed.
The woman was not fully human. While she is a member of the human species there are parts of her that made her into a demi-human. A taura minotaur to be specific, but there was a major difference between her and other minotaur's. First, her eyes were feline unlike the normal human like eyes of other Minotaur's as they were that of a feline. She doesn't produce milk on a yearly cycle milk, which is unusual for her kind for anyone over the age of 18 regardless if they mated or not.
Because these differences are not natural she was classed as a Minotaur Chimera. A human whose genetics has more than one demi human gene within their DNA. In her case, she had Nekomata, naga and wolf DNA. This lead to heightened senses, hearing, smell and speed. All of which minotaur's are not known for.
Chimea's were looked upon with pity by the rest of the human race but rarely discriminated against since they were, thankfully, rare. They were the results of trying to remove demi-human genes from the human genome, but it proved to be very, very difficult as it fundamentally changed the dna of humans. To remove demi human DNA has, for a long time, considered to be unethical and immoral. While there had been volunteers for testing the results always reminded the same, Demi human DNA could not be removed.
Walking over to the door she opened it only for light to temporally blind her. "Right," she said as her eyes adjusted and she looked down to see that she was half naked and closed the door. "Ah, wake up Shepard," she muttered to herself. "Don't want a bull coming,"
The refectory bustled with people as they moved around to get their breakfast. Nekomata, hudogs, centaurs, mermaids and more. Shepard walked away from the counter with a tray full of food. Twice the amount a normal human would need with three times as much meat. This was mostly due to her metabolism. She sat down and began to eat as one of her squad mates, Kadian, sat opposite from her.
"Moring commander," he said politely as he sat his tray in front of her with nearly the same amount of food on as the commander. "Sleep well?" he asked.
"What do you think?" she asked lazily as she chomped on several slices of bacon.
"Yeah," she sighed. "They never go away, and they never will,"
Kadian didn't say much. He and several others in the Alliance knew what happened to the commander in the past. Taken off the streets by an anti-demi human group and tested on wasn't the best of memories or news for people to hear. Humans like to think that they are united but bad blood always reared its head every now and again. She rubbed the side of her head as she could feel another headache come on.
Just then several Asari children walked in admiring the base. Each of them lined up for a tadeonal human breakfast asking questions. As they looked around one of them pointed to Shepard.
"Look a taura," she said and the others looked on in amazement.
"Don't point Narelphia," her teacher said. "Humans find it rude,"
"Sorry," the little asari said not taking her eyes off Shepard.
"Now children, can anyone remember why some humans look different from one another?" the teacher asked.
Almost immediately one of the children hand's shot up. "I know, I know," she said eagerly. "Because a rock hit the planet and released a virus that changed them!"
"Very good, but humans don't like the term virus. They prefer the term bacterium," the teacher corrected. "The term virus implies that it's going to be something nasty, but since they have now accepted what has happened the term virus is less then appropriate,"
As she continued to talk a voice came over the comm. "Normandy crew, prepare to disembark in 1 hour," it said.
"Well that's us," Alenko said as he stood allowing his wolf tail to wave. "Let's move,"
"Huh?" Shepard muttered as she chewed on the bone of the drumstick she just ate. "Ok," she said standing up towering over the huhound and just followed him.
"Well what about Shepard?" Asked Udina. "She was born on earth but no record of her family,"
"Doesn't have one," Anderson said as he shook his head. "She grew up on the streets, learned to look out for herself. Until she was captured by an anti-demi human group,"
"She saw her entire unit die on Akuze, she could have serious emotional scars," Hackett said before adding something. "Probably less then what she experienced with that group,"
"Is that the kind of person we want protecting the galaxy?" Udina asked for conformation.
"That's the only kind of person who can protect the galaxy," Anderson said with authority.
"I'll make the call."
The conversation echoed in Anderson's mind as Shepard walked in dressed in her black N7 armour. The conversation disappeared from his head as he turned to face her standing while doing so.
"Commander Zennea Shepard reporting for duty!" she said as she stood to attention and saluted.
Anderson saluted as well before offering his hand. "Good to see your doing well,"
"Thanks sir, I do my best," she gave a weak smile. "I never expected the ship to look like this," her hands rested on her hips as her architectural mind kicked it.
"Fresh off the assembly line," Anderson smiled as he sat down. "A combination of human and turian tech and design philosophy,"
"Well we did kick their asses during first contact, I mean thinking that minotaur's and centaurs are genetically modified soldiers," she laughed. "I mean, what were they thinking?"
The Captain smiled as well. "I remember the looks on their faces when we told them that we are the same race," he laughed as well. "Wish I took a picture. But we do have a spectre in board to watch the maiden mission of this ship, just bare that in mind. Other than that, we are making a quick stop to Eden prime before we head to the Citadel, just a shakedown mission for the ship and crew,"
"Understood sir, is there anything else you would to discuss?"
"How are you holding up? Alenko said that you had another nightmare," he said with a fatherly tone
"I'm fine," she defended, "It won't stop me from doing my job sir,"
"If you feel you are not up to it…"
"I'm fine sir,"
"Very well then, dismissed," he said making her salute before walking out of the office.
Shepard walked into the cockpit where the pilot, Joker, was doing his final relay jump checks while a turian in red armour stood behind him. The turian, Nihlus, happened to be a well-respected spectre who was sent by the Citadel to keep an eye on the Normandy. But Zennea knew that something was off, she could smell it.
"Thrusters check, navigation check, internal emissions sink engaged, drift just under 1500k," Joker said as he checks the main consoles that fed him the information about the main systems.
"1500 is good your captain will be pleased," Nihlus said in a neutral tone before walking away.
Joker watched him walk away until he was out of earshot then turned around " I hate that guy," he muttered with distain.
"Nihlus gave you a complement. So, you hate him?" Kadian asked in a questioning voice as he couldn't see the logic behind the pilot's distain.
"You remember to zip up your jumpsuit when you come out of the bathroom that's good," the pilot shot back in a sarcastic tone as Shepard moved behind him. "I just jumped us halfway across the galaxy and hit a target the size of a pin head. So that's incredible! Besides Spectres are trouble. I don't like having them on board. Call me paranoid,"
"Your paranoid the council helped fund this project they have a right to send someone to keep an eye on their investment," the huhound countered.
"Yeah that is the official story but only an idiot believes the official story,"
"You always expect the worst Joker," Shepard said joining in with the discussion. "But I agree with Kadian to keep an eye on this project but a spectre they could have sent an engineer or Politian this makes no sense,"
"So, the higher ups are keeping more than they are letting on?" Joker said in concerned voice.
"Joker! Status report!" Anderson said in an angry voice over the comm link.
"Just cleared the mass relay, Captain. Stealth systems engaged. Everything looks solid,"
"Good. Find a comm. buoy and link us into the network. I want mission reports relayed back to Alliance brass before we reach Eden Prime,"
"Aye, aye, Captain. Better brace yourself, sir. I think Nihlus is heading your way,"
"He's already here, Lieutenant," he replied in an unimpressed tone as Joker shook his head in embarrassment.
"Tell Commander Shepard to meet me in the comm. room for a debriefing,"
"You get that, Commander?"
"Yeah, I'm on my way," Shepard confirmed but before she turned, she slapped the pilot on the back of the head.
"Oww," he complained as the minotaur walked away. "Is it just me or does the captain always sound mad?" Joker asked rubbing his head
"Only when he's talking to you Joker," Kadian shot. "Why did you think the commander slapped you?"
Shepard walked down past the galaxy map allowing her to overhear
navigator Presley talking to Adams in engineering. They were having argument about Nihlus. It was obvious that Presley did not trust him due to the tone of his voice. Letting them have their conversation she continued walking to the comm room.
The main CIC was big, when compared to other ships of the same class. The ship was made by both humans and Turians as a joint venture between the two species as an effort for cooperation. Ever since the first contact war the two races had quite a bit of bad blood between them, all because of a Turian commander firing on a human fleet who tried to reactivate a mass relay. Now the two worked together as if it never happened, which was probably for the best. But it may have helped that the cooperation was forced on by the other races of the council and that humanity kicked the Turian's ass.
"I grew up on Eden Prime Doc it's not the kind of place spectres visit," Jenkins said as he talked to doctor Chakwas, a greying lamia.
A lamia was a half snake, half human demi human a lot going for them. Smart and fast, they could deal with quite a few situations. But they were mostly teachers and doctors due to their smarts, quickness and ability to learn quickly. Chakwas was not a special kind of lamia, but her scales and hair were showing her age by going grey and white.
As the commander approached Jenkins then saw Shepard approach them so he stood up straight and saluted. "What do you think Commander? We won't be staying long on Eden Prime too long, will we? I'm itching for some action,"
"I sssincerely hope you're kidding, Corporal," Chawkas chided. "Your 'real action' usually endssss up with me patching up crew memberssss in the infirmary,"
"There is a difference between waiting to fight and wanting to," Zennea said. "Just remember a good soldier stays cool under fire and expects the unexpected,"
"Sorry Commander," the young private apologized. "But this waiting's killing me. I've never been on a mission like this before. Not one with a Spectre on board,"
"Just treat this like every other assignment you've had and everything will work out."
"Easy for you to say," Jenkins pointed out with a dismissive tone. "You proved yourself during the Akuze. Everyone knows what you can do,"
"You're young, Jenkins. You have a long career ahead of you. Don't make mistakes,"
"Don't worry, sir, I won't,"
"Now with that out of the way, either of you know anything about Nihlus?" the taura asked.
"I've barely sssaid a couple wordssss to him," Chakwas answered. "Ssso, we don't really know too much,"
"Well what do you know about the Spectres?"
"Only they ansssswer directly to the Council and act asssss a sssshadow organizzzzation. Their job issss to protect galactic ssssstability," the doctor said as if the organisation was something to be worried about.
"Protect it at any costs," Jenkins added. "Spectres operate outside the law. Humanity's been trying to get one of us in their organization for years. You know, Commander, you would make a good Spectre! You survived Akuze commander, they sure to have their eyes on you,"
"You've been watching too many ssspy moviessss, Jenkinsss," Chakwas sighed and rubbed her brow. "The Ssspectresss aren't interesssted in recruiting any of usss. All of thisss issss jusssst wild ssspeculation,"
"I'll leave you to it, the captain is waiting for me," Shepard then said.
"Of course, commander don't let us keep you," Jenkins then said.
Zennea then turned the corner and entered the comm room. Nihlus stood in front of a screen looking at images of Eden Prime. As she approached the Turrian turned to face her but was just staring at her chest.
"Ah," he muttered but took a moment to adjust his sight and look up at her. "Commander, I was hoping you would get here first. Gives us time to talk," if he was intimidated by her, he did not show it.
"What about?" she asked crossing her arms looking at him up and down.
"I want to know more about this colony, we are going to, Eden prime. I her it's something of a paradise," he said walking up and down worried about something.
With a light sniff of the air, Zennea could tell he was worried about something but decided to hold it off for now. "Well from what I understand it's fairly safe,"
"Yes... serene, tranquil, safe. Eden Prime is a symbol to your people. A perfect little world at the edge of your territory," he said as he turned around to face the screen. "Proof that humanity can not only establish colonies, but also protect them. Well you proved the latter years ago, but how safe is it really?" he turned faced Shepard again.
"Stop playing games, because I don't like them unless you want your head pounded into a wall. Now tell me what's going on?" she threatened flexing her muscles to make the point.
"You're quick to catch on," he said turning to face her not fazed by what she said.
"You smell," Zennea said as she tapped her nose with a slight smile. "Of fear, not much but the odour is still there,"
"I heard the demi humans had a strong sense of smell, but I didn't know it was that good," the Turrian muttered.
"I think it's time we tell the Commander what's really going on," Anderson said as he walked up to them, after hearing the last part of their conversation.
"This mission is far more than a shakedown run," Nihlus added
"That's pretty obvious," Shepard said.
"The Normandy is making a covert pick-up. That's why we needed the stealth systems,"
"There has to be a reason why you didn't tell me about this sir,"
"This comes down from the top commander, strictly need to know basis," he said as she moved to stand next to Nihlus. "A research team on Eden prime unearthed some kind of beacon during an excavation, it was Prothean,"
That word made the minotaur's eyes widened and she knew what that meant. "What are the details?" she asked turning to face them.
"This is big Shepard. The last time humanity found a discovery like this, it jumped out technology forward 200 years. But Eden prime doesn't have the facilities to handle something like this. We need to take it back to the Citadel for proper study,"
"Obviously this goes beyond mere human interests Commander," Nihlus added. "This discovery could affect all species in council space, but It's also not the only reason I'm here," he said as he walked so that he could stand next to the commander.
"Nihlus wants to see you in action. He's here to evaluate you," Anderson said.
"For what?" the commander asked.
"The Alliance have been pushing for this for a long time. Humanity wants a larger role in shaping interstellar policy. We want more say with the Citadel Council. The Spectres represent the Council's power and authority. If they accept a human into their ranks, it shows how far the Alliance has come,"
"Even after we kicked their asses on Shanxi?" she asked jokingly
"Not many could have survived what you went through on Akuze. You showed a remarkable talent to live, a particularly useful talent," the Turrian said ignoring the Shanxi comment.
"Why me?" Zennea then asked. "Why not a normal human? Why a minotaur? A chimera of all things?"
"Why should those even matter?" Nihlus asked. "What you are is one type of human, I looked at all the others, even the normal ones. You are the only one who is perfect for the candidate. The others either have too little skill, will or experience to even qualify. You, however, have the skill, have the will and the experience. You qualify as a Spectre, I'm just here to make sure you live up to the expectation,"
While she didn't fully understand the reasons she just nodded in understanding. "I hope I live up to the expectation, what's next?"
"We should be getting…" he tried to say but Joker came over the com.
"Capitan sir we've got a problem," he said interrupting.
"What's wrong, Joker?" sensing the panic in his voice.
"Transmission from Eden Prime, sir. You better see this!"
"Bring it up on screen," he ordered as he faced the holoscreen with the other two walking up next to him.
The holoscreen before them changed to a recording of a battle on Eden Prime. A female soldier in white and pink armour warning of an invasion, her helmet has triangular parts indication her demi-human status. She moved up and pushed down someone telling him to 'get down' before firing at something. The video then showed all firing stopping as it showed something before then ends with static.
"Everything cuts out after that," Joker said in a concerned voice. "No comm traffic at all. Just goes dead. There's nothing,"
"Reverse and hold at 38.5," Anderson ordered.
The video reversed and held at 38.5 seconds. On the image it showed something that the three has never seen before. Long tentacles extended from the main hull and it glowed with some form of red light. The Turrian's manacles twitched and the commander's eyes narrowed.
"Status report!" the Captain ordered.
"20 minutes out captain, no other ships in the area," Joker responded
Anderson nodded. "Take us in Joker fast and quiet this mission just got complicated," he said as he looked at Nihlus.
"A small strike team can make it without drawing any unwanted attention," the Turrian added.
Zannea looked at the image with an intense look. Something felt wrong, and whatever was going to happen it would change everything.
"I agree," she said.
"Both of you get ready and we'll meet in the cargo hold," Anderson said as the two turned and left.
Demi humans are a unique part of humanity. Not a natural formation but instead the result of a bacterium that caused humans to change from normal to demi. While the bacterium is long dead, the effects are still felt in the modern day. Half of the human population are demi humans who are quite skilled and have a reputation for costing the Turrians massive number of casualties during the first contact war.
When humanity entered the galactic stage, the other races thought that demi humans were some form of genetically altered slaves and soldiers. But the truth was far more surprising. While several salarians offered to try and find a cure, the offer was decided due to ethical and moral reasons.
Primarily a Mediterranean Demi-human, the Minotaur is from the Greek myths about a man with the head of a bull and legs of a bull. The Minotaur Demi-human is like the stories however there exists two primary types, Mythical and Irregular. Mythical describe the 'normal' look of a Minotaur with the bull head while the Irregular describes the Minotaur with horns and the lower half of a bull but with the normal head of a human. Aside from the aesthetics there is no direct difference between the two.
Female Minotaur's however tend to be like humans but around 6 feet tall with horns, tail and DD sized breasts. However, despite this they also have the abilities of the male counterparts such had enhanced strength. Female Minotaur's tend to be level headed and cool unlike the hot-headed males. One of their downsides however is the 'heat' phase that most demi-humans suffer. During this phase aside from the desire to breed, they need to be milked as their breasts produce milk during this time at large volumes that cannot be dealt with normally.
Due to their strength and toughness, Minotaurs are primarily used as heavy shock troopers and heavy weapons. Outside of combat, they are artisan masters and expert cooks.
Commonly called Cat people, nekomata can be identified with the trademark ears on the top of their heads and a tail. Cat people tend to have a lazy attitude towards life for the most part but do quite well when ordered to. They have heightened reflexes and superior senses. Known for hunting for whatever they desire like food or knowledge. Lovable and cute, Cat people have had a long history on earth for many reasons.
Hue hounds or Dog people are the second common Demi-humans on the planet due to their loyalty and frosty. Social and territorial to a fault unlike their Hue-cat cousins who are largely independent, Dog people tend to be more pack like and work well as teams. Unlike with Cat people, Dog people have highest smell and hearing as well as a loud voice. Just like with Cat people they have a long history on earth. They can be identified by the tails from their rears and ears on their heads.