Another story, came up and slapped me across the face, this one did. And I was like, GENIUS! *sloppy kissing noises*.

*Cough, cough* Anyway, this idea was spurred into action when my grand-farther died, early morning 26/04/2016, giving me the thought of mortality and regrets. Needless to say, the Necron have been cursed in their mortality and probably regret their decision to let the C'tan have their way. So this story was born.

Grandfather, didn't have a cold, at all. So he complained every second he could in the hospital. He was cleared to go home first thing in the morning, my father got there roughly 20 minuets later. And he was dead.

*Snort* Killed the mood.

Enjoy.

Liara T'soni was, she did not think she could express what emotions she was feeling and thinking. The species that had gathered such awe throughout the galaxy before suddenly and mysteriously disappearing, creating a mining operation that was still around now, 50,000 years later. The glyphs drawn in the Prothean script were just enough to create the first translation software for their language.

What was spoke about before her was the reason the Prothean's had chose this planet to dig so deeply, seemingly ignoring anything of value as they descended, until they had suddenly disappeared.

Dark energy was detected, small enough and deep enough to warrant a search. The deeper they went, the more dark energy was detected. They thought they were close, a shaft was leading down in the oval structure at the end of the bridge. It was hypothesized to be over a million years old. And then there was a sudden stop to all glyphs and letters.

Liara was... intrigued and exited to say the least. A race that developed the amount of awe it currently has, being in awe and captivated by what lay beneath her now. Still untouched through the passage of time.

The archaeologist heard something back towards the entrance, turning her head towards the doorway, Liara saw one of her co-workers, a Turian by the name of Galcus Acascus, dedicated to this excavation site and talented with mid-ranged shotgun's. He seemed tired, panicked and rushed, Liara wasn't really surprised with tired as he was supposed to be at the camp that was on the surface. Galcus's armour was strapped tightly together and he had a selection of weapons that he had seemingly thrown on.

He rushed towards her, moving with a purpose few would achieve.

"Surveillance has detected multiple ship's have relayed into system, they think the ship's belong to the Geth. I was ordered to keep you safe."

Liara brought her full attention towards the militaristic archaeologist, "Geth? Here? They have not been seen since they drove the Quarians away from the Perseus Veil." She stated in obvious confusion.

Galcus flipped the pistol into his hand and held it towards the Asari, "All that can be confirmed is that they are Hostile, they destroyed the frigate and the supply ships as soon as they were in range to do so. Now they're headed here."

Liara blinked, tentatively reaching forwards to grab the pistol. "I am not sure how helpful I will be, I have only fought in some minor fights."

Galcus went to respond, before his comm went off with the rumbling, mature, voice of the Krogan Battlemaster in command of the safety of the site.

"This is Battlemaster Runar Buxx to all units, Hostiles confirmed to be Geth, advise all non combat personal to enter lower chambers, all military personal or anyone with combat experience are to report to me at the entryway unless previous orders state otherwise. We shall hold them for as long as we need to before reinforcements arrive."

Liara glanced towards the doorway, half expecting a few scientists to come through then and there. When they did not, she returned her attention to the grim looking Galcus.

"Reinforcements will not arrive in time, will they?"

One of the Turian's mandible's twitched, betraying him to his uncertainty's in the question.

Liara stopped to think for a second, before an idea came to mind. Turning her head to the heavily kitted Galcus, she voiced her thoughts.

"The oval structure at the end of the bridge may be able to take everyone down further, this section of writing," she gestures at the glyphs on the ground between the sides to entrance way of the bridge, "Say that this is a lift, to take the Prothean's down to the lowest current level, we have not searched the bottom most level, we may be able to find something that would buy us the time we will require."

Galcus blinked towards her, mandible twitching in shock, before he shook the thought away and jogged out the door, no doubt to look for the Battlemaster to inform him of the option.

Battlemaster Runar Buxx was hoping that the guard post on Therum was going to be a small posting, no fights, or, at least, not many. He was growing old, he did not need the flow of blood to pump adrenaline through his system once more. He was young during the Rebellions, and lucky enough to survive the conflict and the proceeding adventures.

There was no such luck for his old, weary soul. He thought, as he spun out of the doorway to the excavation site, medium weight machine gun kicking back in his grip as he shot at the incoming dropships. Their turrets spun towards him, giving the lookout enough room to shoot the cockpit with the heaviest sniper rifle to date. One down, hundreds more to go.

Scrambling back into cover, Buxx cursed his luck. He glanced to the other side of the doorway, where a pair, one Asari and one male Quarian, were getting hammered by the anti-infantry turrets on the undersides of the dropships. Snorting, he placed a hand on the comm in his battle-suit.

"Femorm, target dropship four. It's getting bothersome for us down here."

A short 'Yes, sir' was all he needed, followed swiftly by the sound of the round breaking through another cockpit, sending the dropship crashing down. The next two responded in calculated stikes, rendering Femorm's cover into a scrambled mess. Buxx thought he saw a Salarian limb fly off, away from the Geth.

Cursing in Old Tuchankan, a tongue not used for... a long time now. Buxx noticed Galcus rushing towards him, keeping away from the fight, but still making headway towards him.

Silently calculating the distance and time before the Turian reached him, Buxx spun around the corner again to fire at the next dropship before taking cover just as the Turian reached him.

Taking the Turian's relaxed stance, even though he was breathing deeply, Buxx thought of the fact that Galcus was before him so quickly after telling him to protect the Asari. Before he could question the Turian on the whereabouts of the archaeologist, Galcus began speaking in a clipped, crisp tone.

"T'soni has located another layer of the site," Buxx blinked, the scans commenced by the ships before they were attacked did not say anything about layers before they had started digging or when they had reached the Prothean structure, "The structure we have found is actually a lift that will lead us down to the lower level, which the orbiting ships may not be able to sense."

Buxx had to nod at that, if their ships didn't pick up any traces of a level of structure lower than the one they were looking for, then it was reasonable to say that the Geth may not be able to either. It was a gamble he was willing to take, he decided, worst case scenario was that they bottleneck the Geth into taking the lift as well anyway.

Decision made, Buxx nodded towards Galcus, "Get the civilians down there first, I will have the defenders move backwards at a steady pace to give you more time."

Galcus nodded before turning and marching back the way he had came from, towards the scientist that were keeping well away from the fighting. For now, Buxx thought grimly.

Turning back to the dropships, Buxx barked towards the other two across the gateway.

"Get over here! There's been a change of plans!"

Liara researched the new Glyph's that littered the lift, inside and outside. It wasn't Prothean, it was too different from the dialect, more symbol than glyph really.

She didn't see how the machine would operate, being detached electronically from anything else. Liara briefly let her mind wander to childish flights of fancy, like it being a self levitating lift that would take them straight to the hidden civilization. It was unlikely, but she still wanted to believe it could be true.

Liara was distracted from her musing by the arrival of the other scientists, moving hurriedly through the door towards her with Galcus in the lead.

Said Turian gave a sharp nod towards her as he approached, while the scientists moved around to explore the new area.

"Permission to go down ahead, to scout."

Liara let a little bit of frustration to show, "I am afraid I do not know how to turn the machine on, it is not Prothean. In fact, it has nothing in common with anything that I can imagine. There is no eezo connected to it, it does not even appear to be able to be turned on!"

Galcus nodded thoughtfully, before a gleam entered his eye's, "There might be something on the inside. Have you checked?"

Liara paused, quickly forgetting the failures so far to a more productive prospect, before shamefully looking towards her feet, "No, I have not."

"I'll see what I can do from the inside, then."

Liara nodded distractedly, letting Galcus slip into the black machine. Seconds later, the machine whirred to life. Glyph's began glowing a semi-peaceful, semi-malevolent green. Lifting her head toward the machine, Liara saw Galcus being scanned by it before the whole thing blinked once, and dropped into the hole that was under it with barely a sound.

And that's a wrap!

I am getting distracted with all these story ideas.

Anyway, 3 possible ways this could go, all have been mapped out;

1) Necron in the Mass Effect universe, small numbers scattered around the galaxy. The Overlord joins Shepard going after the Reapers/Ascended over a historical war and re-animates his brethren. Only one Overlord, plenty of warriors. Thinking of going Last Stand Uber-Tank, slowly of course.

2) Necron instead of Alliance, Specter Saren Arterius is actually the good guy, (Plot Twist!), because there is no Alliance to hold a grudge against and agree to attack colonies for Sovereign, who instead goes for someone else.

3) See 'The Necron Interference', same principles with a slightly different plot to possibility 2.