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'Shit, Shepard is dead! What the fuck!?' I immediately created 3 clones. I pointed to the first.

"You go with Kidan and Ashley, take them to the spaceport like would normally happen." The I pointed to the second. "You, go recover Shepard's body, see if you can revive her. Even if you have to give her the Dark Sign. And lastly, you get to the Priscilla, and contact the Abysswalker. With Shepard down, we need to move up our plans. No sense in letting cannon happen as normal now. Tell them to send a Battlegroup to Noveria, and wait on my signal to move in. I'll be there within the month to rescue the Rachni Queen. And tell them to have Thorian on board. I may need to have him make a translation creeper if all else fails. Then have a commando group go collect Mordin Solis. If he doesn't want to come, have them stay as bodyguards and extra hands until I can get there myself. Then send the Humanitarian Taskforce here with relief and aid supplies." With my orders given, I activated my Wings of a Demon, dropped into level 2 flash step, and took off with a sonic boom. I couldn't let Nihlus die now. Kind of fucked up that I was going to let him die, but his death would almost directly lead to Shepard being inducted into the Spectres. But now I needed as many hands on deck as possible. As I topped a hill I saw Saren with his pistol pointed at the back of Nihlus' head. I summoned a chakram from my inventory, charged it up with lightning, and then flung it at Saren's gun hand.

"Nihlus! Duck!" I yelled out to him, hoping he'd listen. Likely owing to the many times I'd saved his skin over the years, he immediately, and with out even a moments hesitation, let all the tension out of body and rag dolled to the ground.

The half pound disk of sharpened titanite humming with electricity broke the sound barrier, and then sliced through Saren's trigger hand, armor, gun and all, just as he pulled the trigger, the small sliver of metal leaving the barrel and passing millimeters above Nihlus' head as he dropped. Then I reached out with my telekinesis, and wrenched on my chakram, and buried it in Saren's skull. He froze for a second, eyes wide in shock, then he dropped.

Dead

Dead.

Dead!

'I just fucking killed Saren! Goddamn fighting instinct. I needed him alive. Fuck! I've just completely derailed cannon!' AsI contemplated the royal assfucking I'd just handed cannon, I landed a few feet away from Saren's now cooling corpse.

Nihlus had stood back up by this point, and was staring slackjawed at the body. Then he looked up at me, and I saw recognition in his eyes.

"John?! What the fuck are you doing here? Do you know what the hell is going on here?" He seemed slightly panicked.

I opened my mouth to answer, before I was quickly interrupted by the tell-tale sound of a Reaper's particle beam cannon winding up.

"Fuck!" I started flicking through menus. "Nihlus, you need to get behind me, now!" Again, he obeyed without question, and hunkered down behind me. I finished flicking through my menus, and equipped a specially modified set of Black Iron armor, reinforced with stone dragon scales, and copious amounts of purified titanite. This armor was almost impossible to move in, but it made me a veritable fortress, and was made for one thing. Withstanding impossibly powerful attacks. I then began casting every defensive spell I learned, and several I created myself.

"Magic Barrier! Great Magic Barrier! Crystal Magic Barrier! Deep Protection! Black Magic Barrier! Sacred Oath! Crystal Locking Wall! Crystal Pyramid! Triple Dragon Scale Rashomon! Stoneflesh! Steelflesh! Tears of Denial!"

My spells cast, and ensconced in a dome of crystal, a massive pyramid of the same make, and behind 3 gargantuan stone gates, carved to resemble oni masks, I equipped the most powerful pair of shields in my possession. A pair of ten foot tall slabs of enchanted stone and steel, made to interlock and anchor to the ground.

I called them the Gates of Izalith. With a grunt of effort, I slammed the edges of them together, where they magically interlocked with a thunderous click. Then I slammed the bottom of the now monolithic slab of stone into the ground with a earth shaking thud, and the enchantment took hold, sending a pair of massive pylons into the ground. The whole process took less than a second, from equipping my Fortress of God armor, to the Gates ramming the pylons into the earth. I was turtled up as much as possible.

I could only hope it would be enough.

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POV shift 3rd person

It was a strange sight to behold. A dome of crystal suddenly sprouted from the ground, covering the winged figure, and the turian cowering behind him. Then, a positively mountainous pyramid of the same substance sprouted over the dome, the structure every bit of 1000 feet across at the base and almost as tall. And things didn't stop there. A trio of huge stone gates looking for all the world like demon masks rose from the ground, like some kind of twisted tree. Each gate twice as tall as the pyramid, just as wide, and 200 foot thick.

The world stood still for but a moment, the only sounds being the eerie ringing coming from the crystal, and the sound of the monstrous spaceship's death laser winding up.

Then all hell broke loose. The beam of destruction lanced out and smote the first two gates like the finger of God crushing an ant. The third held for a split second before it too was reduced to dust. Then the beam slammed into the pyramid, and that's when the true purpose of the gates was revealed. If one were to look closely at the crystalline structure, you would see that it was not a single crystal, but instead billions of small, irregularly shaped rice sized pieces. The gates weren't raised to stop the laser, but merely slow it down enough it didn't punch right through the pyramid. And the pyramid wasn't built to block the beam, but greatly lessen its power by refracting small streams of it away. The billions of tiny prisms were supposed to work to weaken the lance of deadly light enough so the Crystal Locking Wall could absorb enough of the power for the Gates of Izalith and the Fortress of God, combined with the many layers of defensive spells weaved around the winged figure to block the rest.

But, even all those defensive barriers weren't quite enough.

As the light show dissipated, and the dust settled, in the center of a crater, standing on a platform of mostly undamaged ground, stood two figures. One, a turian, mostly undamaged, only slightly singed. But the second, the one who bore the brunt of the attack, was not so lucky. Clasped in his hands were the broken remains of a once mighty shield. The seemingly impenetrable armor, now reduced to magma and slag sloughing off his body, leaving behind nasty burns. He dropped the stone shards in his hands, and then seemed to stare at thin air.

A moments pause.

A feral, crazed grin split his face. He held out his hand, which began to burn with an ethereal purple flame.

Biotics.

Then, a rod of crystal formed slowly in his hand, and the ground beneath his feet splintered, as if suddenly a great weight was placed on it. After nodding, as if pleased with the crystal staff, he allowed the biotic flame to coat it.

He drew back his arm, as if preparing to throw a javelin. A mighty shout tore free from his throat, the words echoing across the now silent valley, as if a commandment from God himself.

"Rod of God : Gungnir!"

The spear left his hand, and was immediately followed by an immense crack of thunder, an intense burst of blue light(a/n this would be Cherenkov Radiation. Produced when a particle or object passes through a medium at greater than the speed of light through said medium. ) and a massive explosion that shook the ground. When the smoke and dust cleared, the titanic sentient warship was clearly dead, crashed on the ground, a hole the size of a bus drilled through it.

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POV shift John first person

I shook my hand to get the feeling back in it, and unequiped the still smoldering remnants of my armor, and equipped my regular armor. I then spawned a clone to go throw Sovereign's corpse into the inventory. Definitely going to grab the IFF system, and go put down the Collectors and Harbinger as soon as possible. As the clone took flight, I turned to Nihlus. He was staring(a/n I think that's the right tense. Star would have a double r and stare would just drop the e. I think…. Please correct me if I am wrong) at me, wide eyed and slack-jawed. I just shook my head.

"Nihlus my friend, I really don't have the energy to deal with explaining what just happened. But, I sent a clone to the spaceport with Kidan. He'll explain everything. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a galaxy to save." With a burst of static and a wing beat, I was in the air headed for the Priscilla. I started to flick through the notifications that had built up.

In order to survive the extreme amount of Element Zero you have been exposed to, you have become a Biotic.

Because of your use of immense amounts of biotic energy, status Biotic Burnout has been added.

Biotic Burnout disables Biotics for 3 days.

You have placed a Reaper corpse in your inventory. This unlocks new upgrades for the Priscilla.

Upgrades available :Reaper grade AI core. Please note, no Reaper influence remains.

Reaper grade hull armor

Reaper grade shield tech

Reaper grade main cannon

Reaper IFF system. Please note, AI core upgrade required.

Reaper grade drive core.

I quickly bought all the new upgrades, and applied them. Then I topped the last hill between me and the Priscilla, and froze for a moment. In place of the small frigate class ship was a ship almost a kilometer and a half long, her hull sporting a gorgeous shade of royal purple. She used to be thin and long, meant to resemble a 2000's era hyper car. But now she looked more like 1970's era prime American muscle. Aggressive. Powerful. Sturdy. I could feel the thrumming of her new kinetic barrier from a mile away. I smiled. I really liked the new look. As I came in for approach, the air lock door slid open, and I landed, decontaminated, and entered.

"SOVI, you there?" I called out tentatively.

"Hello John. I like what you you've done with the place. And the AI core upgrade is nice. Gave me a true sense of self. Its…. Nice to feel… alive."

I breathed out a sigh of relief. She sounded just like normal, if a bit more… human than she did previously. "That's good to hear Sovi, I'm happy for you. How are the other systems holding up? The navigation, drive core, and IFF systems?"

A slight pause as she presumably ran a full diagnostic on the ship.

"All systems fully functional John. Shields at full capacity, spinal cannon locked and loaded, Reaper Death Beam fully operational, and nav systems synced. We are good to go. Also, your clone is currently in the coms room. A fleet has been dispatched to Noveria, and is planning to blockade the system on your command. A commando group is closing in on Mordin's clinic. And the HTF is en route, ETA 2 hours," the AI rattled off.

"Good, thank you Sovi. Now, would you please set a course for Noveria, and be sure to update all records that you have replaced… yourself? Anyway, you know what I mean. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go take a nap, and sleep off all that damage." I turned to go tonmy quarters, when all of the doors slid shut, and Sovi came over the intercom in a droning, monotone voice.

"I'm sorry John, but I can't let you do that."(a/n I know it's not the actual quote, but close enough)

I froze mid stride, a feeling of absolute horror chilling the blood in my veins. Then, just as I began to charge up a full power soul stream to bust out of what I was sure was now controlled by an evil AI, when all the doors slid open, and Sovi began to laugh almost hysterically.

" I am… sorry… John, but I couldn't help my self. Oh my nonexistent god, I wish you could have seen the look on your face." She continued to chuckle, and… well I'd say gasp for air, but, ya know, she's an AI.

"So not cool Sovi." I pouted, and walked to my quarters, then collapsed on the bed, and immediately fell asleep.