A/N: You can skip this if you want, nothing important here.

They don't really apply anymore.

Updated on 9/11/2016 to solve inaccuracies.

Trailer

What conquers mountains and drains oceans? What splits atoms and collapses stars?

The answer is time.

The reapers may not be organic, but these truths will haunt them forever until their demise.

The might of the UNSC was unquestionable. From the starts of the humans to the middle of the Covenant-Human war and to the end of Unionist-Separatist war, the men and women bred for war stood tall and powerful. Their enemies fell one after the other, and destroyers were destroyed one after the other.

But like other things, they met their demise. To this day, no one even remembers them. No one even knows that the greatest threat to the most dangerous non-organic race had ever existed. After all, its ashes to ashes like everyone else.

Nothing is eternal.

Changes change.

Death kills.

But…

Everything, can rise back up.

SOLAR SYSTEM_

EARTH_

RUINS OF THE NARVAYA INCIDENT_

It was deadly cold. The wind blew snow across the dead wasteland, while the cold froze up even the oxygen. The sky was ghostly white, only lit up by random fires that started with no reason. Even after centomillennia after the Great Termination, fallout and other hazards still littered the ground, waiting for Mother Nature to cleanse them.

There was also no sun in the sky.

But beneath all that destruction, lay a base and shelter that survived rust. Survived the cyberneuro-virus. Survived the catastrophe. Survived time.

Everything was made out of metal down there. Specially treated steel appeared in every corner, every space. The whole architecture was very blocky and jaggy. Deactivated turrets and holograms were sitting on every wall and ceiling, waiting for the shock that will reactivate them.

"Power gathering complete."

"Sending EMP."

With a wave of electricity, so strong that it created a visible expanding sphere, everything whirred into life.

That included the red optics that suddenly opened and started glowing into the dark. It focused onto the dimly lit wall. After all, the dead didn't need light to see.

Trailer : Discoveries

The Salarians were always a rational species. Using their brain power, they were able to advance in technology at an alarming rate. Even today, they span hundreds of systems and form the backbone of the R&D departments.

In wars, these reptiles were somehow always the first to strike, ending the war tactically before it went too far. It was seemingly always mind over matter.

STG. Special Tasks Group. They were spies and assassins, the SPECTREs of the Salarian intelligence department. These men and women are everywhere, gathering info and research to keep the galaxy and their own from certain doom and ends. One of these groups was patrolling a lost district, one that was almost unreachable by any mass relays (instant transportation technology that was not created by any specie still alive and well at that time). They had detected sudden spikes of energy, some that may be signs of new undiscovered specie.

Their ship was some sort of stealth ship. It was small, manoeuvrable and equipped extremely lightly, with only one point defense cannon. They were busy with light conversation, making hypothesis about the reasons behind the spikes.

The one in the co-pilot seat started to converse. "New specie might be problematic. New technology may come. May un-stabilize Asari economy. Already weak. Don't need more problems." The one piloting the ship shook his head. He was dressed in a gray skin tight suit and only protected against vacuum. That advantage was removed by the fact that he was not wearing his helmet.

"Possibility: less advanced. If not, would have discovered before."

Another one, sitting behind the pilot, added his thoughts into the fray. "Energy spike has interesting signs. Start-up energy pulse? Electrical-magnetic pulse? Maybe…" The scientist, sitting behind the co-pilot, looked through the initial scans.

"Sorry for interrupting. But, energy was unstable when detected. Signs of contamination."

"Negative. The electrons seemed to be different. Not normal. New particle? If affirmative, would revolutionize scien-"

Whirrr…

The four organics blinked in surprise as all of their systems shut down. The pilot immediately started trying to reactivate systems, but no avail. Their drive core was dead. Because of that, he had to start the backup generator. The emergency lights blinked on and core systems also shone into life.

"Warning. Element zero storage system empty. Warning." A female mechanical voice sounded from the speakers on both sides of the cockpit.

"Status, operative Arolor?"

"No breach in fuel tanks. All systems at 100%. Fuel disappeared." Almost everyone was confused. They did use a lot of element zero on their way here, by traveling a crap lot of distance, but they were supposed to have three quarters left. It couldn't have just suddenly transformed into air!

"Attention! Gadriel, look!"

In front of them, was the ghostly form of a structure. It was blocky and gray, floating in space and devoid of any sign of life. The paint on the exterior seems to be turning into flakes and drifting into the coldness of outer space. Everyone on the ship was bewildered, as it wasn't the architecture that was surprising them. Quickly running scans, they found that this was around 40 000 km across. It meant that it was almost as large as an average gas giant!

"Arolor! Bank. Bank!" A huge chunk of dead electronic was hurdling towards them, from the bottom left of the ship. Sadly, with only half power and no way of propulsion, they couldn't do anything. That also means that they were pleasantly surprised when the thing went through them without causing any damage. They, literally, for some time, was able to see the inside and composition when they were 'inside' the thing.

The half dead reconnaissance ship lay there, floating, with everyone inside dazed from confusion.

"Sir." The scientist was facing the captain.

"Speak your mind."

"Sir, have you ever heard of the multiple dimensions theory?" The other three occupants asked him to continue with their gaze. "It was a theory developed by an Asari. Theory was describing the possibility of multiple dimensions, the differences between them, and how to travel across them. Was rejected after the multiverse theory was approved. But, truth? Hypothesis: object in a different dimension.

Reason for sudden evaporation of all eezo: different laws in 'the No-Man's Zone'. Element Zero turns into 'nothing', or pure chaotic energy. NMZ is space between dimensions. Our location: NMZ. Unidentified objet is in another dimension, an anchored one. Reason why we can see it? Light can travel between anchored dimensions. Anchored dimensions: a dimension locked into another one by artificial means/by an organic or a non-organic specie. Not possible naturally.

Multiple dimensions theory fixed the problem of dark matter." He started to ramble, but the captain stopped him.

The captain tried to sum it up. "Meaning: a specie developed technology to travel between dimensions, to safeguard structures. Specie type: Extremely intelligent." He looked at the language written on the surface. ("RAINION. SHIELD WORLD. UNSC") "Not Prothean. Style & language incorrect."

Sadly, the team couldn't find a way out with any kind of working engine. What they didn't know, was that rescue was actually coming. Why?

If even one of them thought to try to search for artificial or frozen life signatures, they would have found that the structure was slowly 'defrosting'.

The year was 2181. Two years before IT started. Two years before chaos. Two years before the beginning of the end.

Trailer: Assimilation

"Revoke the frailties of your flesh. Join us, and immortality will be your ally."

It echoed through her brain, bypassing her ears and shaking through every nerve. The same nerves that were so nervous that the darkness around her didn't add to her state one bit.

"Un-burden yourself from this mortal coil, Shepard. Come to us."

Every cell of her Turian physique seems to be attracted to the idea, but every single strand of her logic told her otherwise.

"We are the vessels through which perfection is achieved. The converters of mortals in this realm. Do not oppose us."

Her bleeding, kneeling form shook. No one was around to see it. No one truly alive.

"Assimilate, Jane. For you are needed for your specie's future survival."

Sweat glistened on her perfectly plated body. Grotesque tentacles weaved around her, almost comforting if they weren't radiating so much 'evil' that her face paint was going to melt. She felt almost naked, covered with what was left of her blue and white armor.

"We are countless. Stop your resistance. Many have achieved perfection already. Do not deny your nature."

Her blue eyes were unfocused as her brain worked hard for a chance to escape.

"We can Flood every planet we step on. We can Infest the darkness just to save the light. We can Resurrect the dead to protect the living. We can Harvest fire to create righteous flames to burn our enemies in pain for their sins. We can Salvage liquids to create life water, to heal beings from the most mortal of wounds. We can Solidify elements right in the air, stopping foes from denying their salvation. We Control all matter, and all energy is our slave. Not even the Reapers can scratch us."

The woman's will was crumbling. She put up another imaginary mental shield, even if she knew it was futile.

"We embrace you, so why must you reject us?"

Something literally pierced into her. Her soul-piercing scream was heard by no living being.