In the weeks following the tense meeting with Markus, Commander Shepard remained deeply unsettled. Determined to mend the rift and secure Markus's assistance against the looming threat of the Collectors, Shepard, alongside Admiral Anderson, sought to arrange another audience with the elusive Spectre.
To bolster his team, Shepard embarked on a series of missions to recruit specialists.
Shepard's journey continued, moving from one task to the next with a sense of urgency. His goal was clear: stop the Collectors and the threat they posed to humanity, as well as to every other species. In the process, Shepard sought out the best and brightest, the most capable individuals the galaxy had to offer, knowing he needed a crew that could meet the coming challenges head on. Along the way, though, he couldn't ignore the far reaching shadow of Ghost looming over each of his steps. The name was like wildfire, whispered in the deepest recesses of every station, every base. His reputation, for better or worse, was undeniable, and his impact was more pervasive than Shepard had realized.
On Omega, Shepard's search for a scientist brought him face to face with Mordin Solus, the brilliant Salarian biologist. Mordin was involved in investigating a plague, his mind sharp and his presence unpredictable, darting from one idea to the next with barely a pause. Shepard met him in the midst of his work, his focus divided between data and samples.
"Ah, Shepard, yes. Mordin Solus, scientist, biotic, former STG, member of... well, no matter," Mordin said quickly, looking up at the Commander. "I'm busy here, investigating the plague. Data, samples. You need something?"
Shepard, understanding the urgency, quickly got to the point. "We need you, Mordin. Your expertise could help us stop a greater threat. The Collectors."
"Collectors?" Mordin raised an eyebrow, his mind seemingly racing through possibilities. "Interesting. Dangerous. Yes. Assistance is needed. Perhaps we can learn something, solve something. All right."
Shepard was glad to have him. Mordin's sharp wit and immense knowledge would be a welcome asset to the Normandy.
Next, Shepard sought Garrus Vakarian. The former crew member, a good friend and C-Sec officer turned vigilante was found on Omega, far removed from his old life but still following his sense of justice. Garrus was at a mercenary hideout, standing tall against overwhelming odds, when Shepard found him.
"Well, well," Garrus said, his voice low, his Turian features hardened in the fire of battle. "If it isn't the great Commander Shepard. You're a little late to the party, but good to see you." He looked at Shepard, the hint of a smile in his tone.
"I could say the same about you, Garrus," Shepard replied, a slight grin on his face as he extended his hand. "I could use someone like you on my team."
Garrus hesitated, his thoughts clearly racing, but then nodded. "I've heard what Collectors can do. I'm in, Shepard. Let's clean up this mess."
The next recruit was Jack, the biotic powerhouse known as Subject Zero. She had spent years locked in a facility, a force of destruction created by Cerberus. Shepard's first encounter with her was marked by chaos, as she lashed out at anyone who came too close.
"Don't come close!" Jack screamed, her biotic powers crackling in the air, throwing furniture across the room. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone!"
Shepard stood firm. "I'm not here to force you, Jack. But we need you. The Collectors are abducting colonies. And we need every bit of power we can get."
She looked at him, sizing him up. "And what's in it for me?"
Shepard didn't hesitate. "The chance to end the people who've been using you. To take control of your own destiny."
Jack's eyes narrowed, her anger still simmering beneath the surface. But after a tense moment, she finally nodded. "Alright, Shepard. Let's burn something."
The next recruit, Zaeed Massani, was a mercenary with a history of making enemies across the galaxy. His methods were brutal, but his expertise was unquestionable. Zaeed was found on Omega as well, overseeing a hostage situation with his usual ruthless precision.
"Didn't expect Cerberus to send someone with a spine," Zaeed grunted, his hand gripping his weapon tightly as he sized up Shepard. "But since you're here, care to join the hunt?"
Shepard wasted no time. "We need you, Zaeed. The Collectors are attacking human colonies. Your skills can make the difference."
Zaeed smiled grimly. "I'm in. Just make sure the pay is good. And don't get in my way."
Kasumi Goto, the master thief, was next. Shepard found her on the Citadel, preparing for an elaborate heist. Her skills with infiltration and subterfuge were unparalleled.
"Didn't expect company," Kasumi remarked, her voice tinged with amusement. "You're here to stop me?"
Shepard shook his head. "Not at all. I'm here to recruit you. We need your skills to stop the Collectors."
Kasumi's eyes glinted with interest. "Collectors? Sounds dangerous. I'm in, but I expect a good reward."
Her smirk was infectious, and Shepard knew she would be an asset.
Finally, Shepard's path led him to Tuchanka, he discovered Grunt, a Krogan warrior bred for battle. After assisting in his rite of passage, Grunt pledged his allegiance to Shepard's cause..
Grunt considered the offer for a moment before grinning. "Sounds like a good fight. I'm in."
Throughout these endeavors, Shepard couldn't ignore the pervasive influence of Markus, known as the Ghost. From mercenaries' whispers to covert operations' outcomes, Markus's shadow loomed large, underscoring the need for a direct resolution.
In the weeks following his initial meeting with Ghost, Commander Shepard intensified his efforts to assemble a formidable crew for the Normandy. His relentless search led him to recruit Thane Krios, a Drell assassin with a terminal illness seeking redemption; Samara, an Asari Justicar bound by a strict code of honor; Tali'Zorah nar Rayya, a Quarian engineer and adept tech specialist from the original crew of Normandy SR-1; and Legion, a unique Geth unit exhibiting individual consciousness.
Amidst these recruitment efforts, Shepard remained determined to broker another meeting with Ghost. Recognizing the necessity of high-level diplomacy, he enlisted the assistance of Admiral David Anderson and Asari Counselor Tevos, both influential figures within their respective organizations. Their combined efforts culminated in securing Ghost's agreement to convene aboard the Raven, a formidable vessel shrouded in mystery and known for its advanced capabilities. Not a single person across the Citadel Space has ever been aboard Raven.
The news of this impending meeting especially the place of the meeting sent ripples through the Normandy's crew. Each member harbored personal motivations for desiring attendance:
Jeff "Joker" Moreau, the Normandy's pilot, viewed the Raven as the pinnacle of engineering excellence and was eager to witness its design firsthand. Tali'Zorah, representing the Migrant Fleet, saw this as a rare opportunity to engage directly with Ghost, aligning with her people's interests and her own curiosity about the Raven. Miranda Lawson, operating under the directives of the Illusive Man, was tasked with assessing Ghost's intentions and potential threats he might pose. Legion, embodying the Geth collective, perceived Ghost's unparalleled control over Geth units as a significant concern and sought to address this anomaly, acting as an emissary for the Geth consciousness. Thane Krios, with his assassin's background, sought to meet the best assassin Citadel Space has ever seen and understand Ghost's methods and motivations, perhaps to find common ground or assess potential threats. Garrus Vakarian, a seasoned tactician, was interested in Ghost's strategic approach and any insights he might offer on combating mutual adversaries and Mordin Solus, a scientist at heart, was intrigued by Ghost's technological prowess and sought to study his capabilities.
Shepard, aware of the delicate nature of this meeting, cautioned his crew to exercise respect and caution in their interactions with Ghost, emphasizing the importance of diplomacy.
As the Normandy drew near the Raven, an unexpected development unfolded. Joker's voice crackled over the comms, tinged with alarm. "Shepard, I've lost all control of the ship!"
Panic ensued among the crew until a calm, authoritative voice interjected through the comms. "This is Onyx. For safety reasons, I have assumed control of the Normandy." The crew fell silent, recognizing Onyx as the AI entity aboard the Raven, known for its advanced capabilities and assertive protocols.
The situation hung in a delicate balance, with the crew awaiting further instructions and insights into the unfolding circumstances.
As the Normandy's crew stepped aboard the Raven, they were immediately enveloped by an atmosphere that seamlessly blended Gothic grandeur with sleek, advanced technology. The corridors stretched endlessly, high ceilings and towering columns adorned with intricate carvings. Stained glass was used every possible locations, depicting abstract patterns and cosmic scenes, filtered the ambient light, casting ethereal hues across the polished metallic surfaces. The soft hum of the ship's advanced systems resonated beneath their feet, creating an otherworldly ambiance.
Flanking their path were Matriarch and WL1 Summons, each standing as imposing sentinels. The Matriarch Summons, towering at 2.5 meters, were clad in full-body armor reminiscent of Quarian design, matte black and featureless, exuding an aura of authority. Beside them, the WL1 Summons, equally formidable, bore heavy defender armor, their presence a testament to Markus's mastery over life and death.
As they traversed the ship, members of the crew couldn't contain their curiosity. "What is this place?" Commander Shepard inquired, his voice echoing slightly in the vast corridor.
One of the Matriarch Summons turned her head, with a voice calm yet authoritative. "This is the Raven, the domain of the Master."
Mordin Solus, ever the scientist, approached another Summon. "Your design... it's unlike any species we've encountered. What are you?"
The Summon remained stoic, replying, "We are creations of our Master, raised to serve and protect."
Miranda, her biotic powers crackling faintly, added, "Can you tell us more about Ghost? Who is he really?"
The Summon inclined her head slightly. "For matters beyond our directive, please address our Master directly."
The crew exchanged puzzled glances, their questions met with unwavering loyalty from the Summons, who consistently referred to Ghost as "Master."
Their journey culminated at the throne room. A space that melded Gothic opulence with technological sophistication. The room was vast, its high ceilings supported by massive columns adorned with intricate carvings and tapestries depicting the Raven's history. The floor was a mosaic of black and crimson tiles, leading the eye toward a raised dais where Markus sat upon a grand obsidian throne. His presence was commanding, his gaze assessing as the crew entered.
Flanking the throne were the Matriarch and WL1 Summons, standing motionless like statues, black tendrils dancing around their forms. Their featureless armor reflecting the dim light. The crew couldn't help but feel a weight that permeated the very walls of the Raven.
As they entered, the Summons performed a deep, aristocratic curtsy in unison, paying homage to their sovereign. They then retreated to the walls, standing motionless like statues, awaiting their Master's command.
Markus's voice broke the silence, smooth and commanding. "Welcome aboard the Raven. I trust your journey was... enlightening."
The Normandy crew stood at attention, their expressions a mix of awe and curiosity, ready to engage with the enigmatic figure before them.
As the crew settled in the dark, gothic throne room of the Raven, Markus, with a mere thought, materialized a sleek, polished desk and enough seats for everyone, perfectly suited for the gathering. The room, already imposing with its dark aura, seemed to hum with energy as the furniture appeared. Each chair was crafted with impeccable design, fitting seamlessly into the surroundings. A mix of ancient Gothic elegance and advanced technological precision.
Markus motioned for everyone to sit before he spoke. "It is customary to bring gifts when coming to the domain of a ruler for the first time," he began, his voice smooth and aristocratic, carrying the weight of someone used to commanding respect. "I do not expect this to be known by you," he gestured lightly to the Normandy crew, "Yet, let me be the gracious host and extend some courtesy."
Markus raised a hand, and one of the Matriarch Summons stepped forward, bowing deeply, before disappearing into the shadows. Markus looked back at Shepard and added, "I hope you liked my little joke... on the Normandy?" His eyes glinted mischievously, referring to how he'd taken control of the Normandy through Onyx's command earlier.
Shepard simply nodded, a weary sigh escaping him. He had learned long ago not to challenge the power Markus wielded.
Turning to Joker, Markus smiled with a touch of amusement. "Joker, this is our first meeting. Allow me to make it unforgettable for you." Without a word, Markus used his arcane powers to heal Joker of his long-standing illness, his bones and muscles gradually changing, becoming denser. Joker's eyes widened in shock and awe, his mouth slightly agape. He could only whisper in disbelief, "How...?"
Markus gave a faint chuckle but said nothing, his gaze then shifting to Thane. "Ah, a Drell. It has been some time since I've seen one of your kind." With a small nod, Markus extended his powers once more, this time curing Thane of the chronic illness that had plagued him. As the feeling of relief spread through Thane's body, he stood up, his posture dignified, and bowed deeply in gratitude. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with respect.
Markus then turned his attention to Legion, the Geth unit standing among them. He tilted his head slightly, intrigued by the machine's presence. "Tell me, Legion," he began, his voice laced with amusement, "how is the Geth collective?" He watched Legion closely, curious about how the Geth would respond.
In his usual mechanical tone, Legion answered, "The collective is restless. We are unsure of how to approach Ghost, as we already know you can take control of any Geth unit. We fear losing our freedom."
Markus chuckled softly, rising from his throne. A sudden surge of power radiated from him, and with a thought, his armor vanished, revealing his true form in a regal outfit. Standing at a towering height of 2.5 meters, his body was both muscular and imposing. His aristocratic face seemed to captivate the crew members instantly, especially the women, who found themselves momentarily stunned by his presence. His silver white hair was tied in a tight ponytail, falling just past his shoulders. His piercing turquoise eyes glimmered with an arcane power that left no doubt about his overwhelming strength.
"Let me introduce myself," Markus said calmly, his voice rich and authoritative. "My name is Markus Tenebris."
He then turned his gaze to Legion, a slight smile playing at the corner of his lips. "There is no need to be restless, Geth. I am not in need of your kind nor your consensus." With a simple thought, Markus began to materialize a Geth Prime unit, it's armor different compared to other Geth units were matte black absorbing the ambient light as it took shape beside him. Within seconds, the Prime was fully formed, standing at attention, its heavy frame a stark contrast to the sleekness of the other Geth units.
The Geth Prime knelt before Markus, its voice low and formal. "Do you have any orders, Master?"
Markus nodded once, his eyes cold as he spoke. "No. Go join the others."
Without a word, the Geth Prime stood and left the room, its mechanical movements fluid and efficient. Legion, still observing, couldn't help but ask, "How did you create it? We could not sense it within the Consensus."
Markus glanced at Legion, his voice calm but filled with unspoken amusement. "My Geth are not part of the Consensus, Legion. Any Geth unit I take over has left the Geth Consensus, permanently."
Turning back to Shepard, Markus finally addressed the matter at hand. "Enough pleasantries, I hope. You've spent much effort organizing this meeting. Let us begin."
The room seemed to hold its breath as Shepard, feeling both the weight of the conversation and the urgency of their situation, steeled himself for what was to come.
Shepard stood, still processing the surreal nature of what he had just witnessed aboard Raven. His mind raced, and his body was still tense from the immense power that seemed to resonate from Markus and his summons. He shook his head, attempting to steady his thoughts, then turned to face Markus.
"First of all, it's a pleasure to meet you, Markus," Shepard began, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I'm not entirely sure how to address you. You look human, yet your abilities... they are far beyond our understanding." He gestured toward the imposing figures of the WL1 and Matriarch summons. "What are these beings? They mentioned you 'created them.'"
Markus allowed a faint, aristocratic smile to play upon his lips. "You may address me simply as Markus," he replied, his tone smooth and refined. "Your kind has long since forgotten the era of rulers and kings, and thus, I do not expect you to be versed in the etiquette befitting such titles." He then gestured gracefully, and the room seemed to shift as ten Matriarch Summons appeared, their dark, sleek armor gleaming ominously. Following them, a WL1, a Revenant, a Vampire Lord, and a Lich General materialized, each bowing deeply in respect before taking their positions.
The Vampire Lord, with an air of refined nobility, addressed Markus. "Master, do you have any orders for us?"
Markus waved a hand dismissively. "None at present," he responded coolly. The summoned beings nodded and exited the room silently.
Turning back to Shepard, Markus's gaze was unwavering. "These are my creations," he stated. "Each is immortal, and any one of them could best your entire crew."
Shepard's eyes widened, the weight of Markus's words sinking in. He glanced at his crew, then back at Markus. "I feel... foolish," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Markus chuckled softly, the sound rich and dark. "Indeed, Commander," he mused. "Now, tell me, what is it that you seek from me?"
At that moment, five Matriarch Summons entered, bearing trays of fine wine. Four approached the Normandy crew, serving them with practiced elegance, while one presented a glass to Markus. He accepted it, taking a measured sip before turning his attention back to Shepard, awaiting his response.
Shepard took a deep breath, reflecting on his earlier attempts to assert authority over Markus, his efforts to recruit him, and the misguided actions of the Systems Alliance against him. Facing Markus now, he felt the weight of his previous missteps.
"Markus," Shepard began, his voice sincere, "I want to apologize for my earlier actions and those of the Systems Alliance. Seeing your abilities firsthand, I realize how foolish we were."
Markus regarded him with a measured gaze, awaiting his next words.
"We need your help," Shepard continued. "I know you've said our conflicts aren't your concern, but the Collectors are a threat we can't ignore. I suspect the Reapers are involved. I'm ready to offer whatever price you deem necessary. Please, assist us in this fight."
Markus regarded Shepard with a measured gaze, his demeanor unyielding. "The terms are thus, Commander: the absolute dominion and proprietorship of the Collector base, encompassing all therein." He gestured expansively, indicating the grandeur of the undertaking. "You and your crew shall accompany me aboard Raven, that we might lay claim to this new dominion, for I do not wish any vessel to have the ability to travel within my domain.." His tone was resolute, yet carried an undercurrent of anticipation. "Make ready, as our departure is set within the span of one week."
Shepard nodded, understanding the gravity of the agreement. He glanced at Tali and Miranda, who exchanged looks before deciding to remain with Markus, each with their own reasons. Shepard acknowledged their choice with a brief nod.
Upon returning to the Normandy, Shepard convened a meeting with his crew to debrief and discuss their experiences aboard the Raven.
Mordin spoke first, his scientific mind grappling with the events. "Markus's abilities defy conventional understanding of science. His power to manipulate reality, summon entities, and control technology surpasses any known species' capabilities. Strategically, aligning with him offers unparalleled advantages, though his methods and objectives remain enigmatic."
Garrus added his perspective, his tone serious. "This guy's on another level. His demand of the control over the Collector base means he could wipe out entire fleets if he wants. We need to tread carefully, not just because of his power, but because he doesn't play by our rules."
Joker, still processing his own experience, spoke up. "I gotta say, this whole experience has been a game changer. Markus cured my Vrolik's Syndrome, my brittle bone disease. I don't feel different from anyone else now." He chuckled, a bit incredulous. "It's like a weight's been lifted."
Thane nodded, his voice calm. "I too have been healed. The illness that once plagued me is no more. He is nothing short of miraculous." He inclined his head slightly, a gesture of respect.
Legion, ever analytical, added, "We have observed Gosht's capacity to override Geth systems. His influence extends beyond individual units, potentially disrupting the Geth consensus. This presents both a threat and an opportunity for negotiation."
Shepard absorbed their insights, his mind racing with the implications of their alliance with Markus.
Later, he contacted Admirals Anderson and Hackett to relay the details of their encounter.
"Admirals," Shepard began, his tone grave, "we've made contact with a being of immense power, Ghost. Whom has introduced himself as Markus Tenebris. We should search our databases from earth and every colony to see if we'll find anything, though somehow I doubt we will" He detailed Markus's abilities, the terms of their agreement, and the potential ramifications for their ongoing fight against the Collectors and the looming Reaper threat.
"I recommend we consult with a historian well versed in archaic speech patterns and etiquette of middle ages," Shepard added, "as Markus's manner of speaking is reminiscent of that era, and understanding his linguistic and traditions will leave a positive influence in our interactions."
He awaited their responses, knowing that the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty but also potential.
As Shepard and the rest of the crew, except for Tali and Miranda, left the Raven, Markus turned his gaze toward ladies, his mind working in the silence of the moment. Using his Subjugation ability, he probed their thoughts deeply, gaining insight into their desires and intentions.
Miranda was the first to reveal her hidden motives. She sought to gather information on Markus to report back to the Illusive Man, a task that she carried out with the cold professionalism expected of Cerberus agents. Markus found her intentions amusing and, with a subtle thought, decided to make an example of her. Without warning, he used his powers to compel her to leave the room and head straight to his personal quarters.
Miranda, caught off guard by the sudden command was unable to resist the pull of Markus's influence. She walked out of the room, her face a mixture of surprise and realization, as she understood that her own calculated approach had been turned against her.
Markus then turned his attention to Tali, the petite Quarian engineer who had quietly observed the events unfolding. Unlike Miranda, Tali's thoughts were not driven by ulterior motives. She genuinely wished to learn more about the Raven's inner workings and expressed her desire to see the ship's engine room. Tali also informed about her wish to arrange a meeting with the Migrant Fleet, hoping to help them in the struggle against the Geth.
Markus examined Tali with a contemplative gaze. He could see the sincerity in her words, but he also noted the curiosity and vulnerability in her demeanor. Rising from his seat, he extended an invitation, offering to personally "show" her the ship.
As they toured the vessel, Markus focused especially on the engine. For hours he indulged himself in passion, logistics of the difference between their physique was a struggle at start though Tali the diligent came over the hardships of the issue ...many times over.
As the day wore on, Markus, had made the decision to meet Tali's request for a meeting with the Migrant Fleet, after their quest of the Collectors base. After their lengthy conversation and exploration of the Raven, Markus decided that Tali deserves a good rest. He used his powers to teleport Tali back to the Normandy, giving her the space to rest. Markus himself returned to his quarters.
As he approached his bed, he glanced toward Miranda. He had not forgotten her earlier actions, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes as he considered how best to teach her a lesson, one that would remind her of the consequences of underestimating him.
Miranda, still reeling from her unexpected detour, had been left in a state of disarray. Markus, always composed and calculating, would not allow her to forget this misstep. As he moved toward her, he used his Subjugation ability once again, ensuring that Miranda would fully understand the extent of his power and control. She was sent back to her quarters on the Normandy after a day and half. Her mind and body both chastened and altered by the amazing feeling of being dominated. Her back still in pain. It would take some time to be able to sit on her ass again she thought, part of her already longing for the experience.
Markus, with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a satisfied smile on his face, allowed himself a moment of quiet contemplation. Mass Effect 2 was coming to an end, and Mass Effect 3's plot line will start soon.