Hello,

This is a fusion universe I have been working on for a time now. This is a setting with elements from both Game's workshop Warhammer 40K and BioWare's mass effect universe though it would unrecognisable from both as it continues. This fic will mostly be in the format of a historical narrative as to cover the scope of events occurring kinda like "shape of the nightmare to come " but anyone is free to use this setting for their own stories. Anyways one thing I want to make clear is that humans are completely absent from the setting. No Terra, no emperor and no imperium, this is partially to curb my own HFY leanings and because they do not really fit the universe I am creating.

Big thanks to HongCong for betareading this

Without further ado, enjoy:

It's the 41st millennium and the galaxy burns in the fires of war. Galactic empires both ancient and newly risen fight in an endless brutal conflict for supremacy in an uncaring galaxy as the Thirsting Gods laugh.

The Eldar race, whose empire once stretched across the galaxy and to whom the very stars once bowed to, now barley clings to existence as they tether ever closer to extinction and into the waiting jaws of she who thirsts.

The Exodite suffer as the younger races gaze upon their fertile worlds with hunger in their eyes and claim them as their own, killing or enslaving their inhabitants and enslaving world spirits to their will.

The Craftworlds take refuge in the Webway where most races cannot follow them. Unfortunately for them, their domain is invaded by their ancient rivals the protheans whose own empire has collapsed from numerous servant race uprisings and the wars with the endless mechanical horrors of both the Zha'til and Metacons. Now, the four eyed aliens fight to take control of the Eldar's intergalactic network and refashion a new prothean empire from the cold lifeless husks of the Eldar.

The Dark Eldar fared little better as their realm of Commorragh was sacked by a massive assault by the vengeful protheans who blasted the dark city into ruin and slaughtered the ancient noble families, taking the Dark City as their own. The surviving Dark Eldar fled in droves into real space. They would have died had it not been for a bargain made with Warlord Okeer. Now they roam the galaxy in massive flesh arks of misery and torment, a twisted parody of the majestic Craftworlds.

The Primordial Annihilator stirs in the empyrean. Chaos cults rise on millions of worlds like weeds and bring anarchy and suffering wherever they are. The eye of terror has become a haven for a sorts of rogue militaries, mad scientists and powerful psykers. There they fight and prey on one another, though it's not unusual for them to unite for massive raids into the materium. These black Crusades strike fear into the hearts of billions

The Batarians have long embraced the path of chaos and now their dark imperium serves the desires of the hellish warp entities. The batarians are known to attack swiftly and without mercy, taking untold millions of slaves in the dreaded hulls of the black ships. The fate of these souls is never pleasant and the agonies they go through is enough to make a dark eldar pale.

From the galactic east on the silver planet the Turians rise, their massive war machine grinding any who oppose the reunification crusade into dust. Their armies are composed of the mighty Legio Titanus, super soldiers bred for war and on their head is the primarchs, meta-Turians who are said to never lose a battle or war. The Hierarchy will bring order to the chaotic galaxy and no cost is too high, only through obedience to their betters can the turians survive. The Turians military might ensured that none can survive their onslaught.

None, save for the Quarians. The enigmatic species have been content to remain beyond the Perseus veil but the Turians had sought to claim their rare dextro-amino worlds and mineral rich systems for their own. Declaring war on the children of Rannoch, the full might of five Hierarchy fleets soon moved into the system to claim it for the glory of Palaven.

But the quarians had other plans and their advanced technology proved to be more than a match for the Turians. Alongside them fought the Geth, a synthetic race of swarm intelligences who were unflinchingly loyal to their creators, who returned the favour. Despite that the Hierarchy pushed onwards through sheer attrition and the Quarians and Geth, in the end strip mining their home systems to build their now infamous Migrant fleet and deprive their conquerors of any resources before fleeing. The Quarians and their children now roam the galaxy, their goals unknown for no one is ever allowed into their ships and live.

Two of the most technologically advanced civilizations: the Salarians and the Tau, have warred against each other for hundreds of years and locked in an ever increasing arms race as each side develops more magnificent and destructive engines of war in an effort to break the seemingly eternal stalemate, the Salarians refusing to bow before an upstart race and the Tau desiring to subjugate all species into their empire.

The perverted, arrogant, yet charming and beautiful Asari are spread across a thousand planets, their republics only held together through the threat of extinction posed by other species and the will of Athame, the Mother Empress of the Asari and the mistress of the galaxy. The daughters of Athame only survive through a mix of brutal politicking, trickery and their bio/psyker powers. To them, each worthy asari life is a precious thing and are willing to lay entire species to ruin to save one of them

The green skins rise in numbers as Ork WAAAGGHHHs increase both in number and ferocity, uncaring of who they fight for the Orks merely crave war no matter their opponents. More worryingly, more and more Orks are gathering in the Alarakh system where they and the Krogan have fought in an increasingly punishing conflict. There, the great Warlord Urdnot Wrex fights the mighty Ork Warboss Ghazkull himself.

Of the Krogan, they remain tenacious as ever, holding on to their territory through sheer numbers and brutality, the Genophage strengthening them instead of destroying them. The genetic bio plague merely drove the Krogan to evolve faster and grow even more powerful. Their battle bands roam the galaxy in search for glory and victory.

The Rachni rise from the coldness of extinction and once again threaten the galaxy with their endless swarms spread like a flood, all for their desire to silence a galaxy of unbearable sour notes.

The Necrons awaken from their slumber and look upon their galaxy in hatred as they see it infested with lesser races.

The Terminus systems as always remain in strife. Pirates, mercenaries, and warbands all take shelter in the lawlessness of these parts, there they hide amongst a thousand minor species united only in their hatred of everyone else.

Far worse than all that, two unknownable enemies arrive in the galaxy. One a swarm of flesh and ravenous unending hunger. The other, a fleet of cold metal and silence.

The Dark millennium is upon us and the galaxy is a twisted mosaic woven by the spindle of fate into a massive never ending nightmare that none can awaken from.