As the group gathered at the safe landing zone, they approached the Asari soldiers stationed there. Garrus exchanged a few words with one of the officers, while Liara offered a respectful nod. Shepard stepped forward, engaging in a brief discussion about their mission's next steps.
Suddenly, a shimmering light appeared nearby, and Markus materialized, having teleported to their location. He turned to the group, nodding to Garrus and Liara. When his gaze met Javik's, Markus's eyes narrowed slightly. Without a word, he activated his card copy ability, attempting to discern any unique skills or abilities inherent to the Prothean. A flood of information surged through him as he successfully copied Javik's Dark Channel and sensory abilities. He also copied the experience of using these skills and cultural and social structures of Prothean Empire.
Intrigued by the newfound connection, Markus addressed Javik in the Prothean native language. Javik's eyes widened in surprise, but he responded in kind, and the two began conversing fluently.
Liara, observing the exchange, furrowed her brow. "What language are they speaking?" she asked, turning to Shepard.
Shepard, arms crossed, watched the two intently. "It's Prothean," he replied.
Liara's eyes widened. "How do you know that?"
Shepard sighed, recalling past events. "The Prothean beacons I interfaced with, they imprinted the language into my mind."
Liara nodded slowly, absorbing the information.
As the conversation between Markus and Javik continued, Liara attempted to interject. Javik's expression darkened, his posture stiffening.
"This is the first time in eons I've spoken my native tongue," Javik said, his tone tinged with frustration. "I would prefer it remain untainted."
Markus chuckled softly, switching back to the common language. "I wonder if the Inusannon felt the same way about the Protheans."
Garrus, Liara, and Shepard exchanged puzzled glances.
"The Inusannon?" Garrus queried.
Javik's expression grew solemn. "The Inusannon were an ancient race that we believed to be the architects of the Mass relays and Citadel. Our scientists and archaeologists worked tirelessly around the the sites they found. Markus started to lecture them as this was one of his fun activities to make them believe he was there when Protheans or this Insuannon species were harvested. In truth, all his knowledge was thanks to wikipedia from his original life.
Markus nodded, adding, "The Protheans, upon discovering Ilos, built their research facilities atop the remnants of the Inusannon civilization. He continued, saying "the Inusannon were a majestic amalgam of reptilian grandeur and aquatic elegance, their presence as awe inspiring as the stars themselves. They bore a serpentine physique, scaled like a dragon, with a sinuous form capable of gliding across land, water, and air with effortless grace. Their bodies terminated in powerful tails used for both combat and propulsion in aquatic environments. They possessed multiple bioluminescent tendrils, reminiscent of the Hanar, that extended from their backs and arms. These tendrils pulsed with intricate patterns, serving as a form of visual language, enabling them to communicate complex emotions and ideas without spoken words."
Liara's brow furrowed in thought. "Fascinating. So, the ruins we believed to be solely Prothean have layers of history predating them."
Shepard's gaze fixed on Markus. "You seem to know a lot about these ancient races."
Markus met Shepard's eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I've seen civilizations rise and fall, Shepard. The Inusannon, the Protheans, and now the current cycle. History has a way of repeating itself."
Garrus crossed his arms, studying Markus. "Just how old are you?"
Markus chuckled, the sound devoid of humor. "Old enough to remember."
The weight of his words settled over the group, a stark reminder of the cyclical nature of galactic history and the challenges that lay ahead.
Markus led the group forward, his presence commanding and assured. After a brief discussion with the Asari soldiers stationed at the post, he raised his hand, summoning five Dragon Priests, fifty WL1 units, and fifty Matriarch units to fortify the area. With another gesture, fifty dragons materialized, their scales shimmering in the ambient light.
"Patrol the region," Markus instructed the dragons. "Eliminate any Reaper forces you encounter, report immediately if you come across any Sovereign class Reapers."
Liara and Garrus exchanged puzzled glances. "Why report Sovereign class Reapers instead of destroying them?" Liara inquired.
A mischievous grin spread across Markus's face. "I have a penchant for dominating and assimilating such units."
Garrus's mandibles twitched in surprise. "You've actually succeeded in that?"
Markus chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. "Reapers are, after all, synthetics. To date, I've brought approximately two thousand from Earth and another three thousand from everywhere else under my absolute command. Additionally, I control around five thousand Harvesters."
Javik's eyes narrowed, his posture tense. "With such power, why did your race not prevent the cycle before?"
Markus's expression grew somber. "First of all this is not my Galaxy. Reapers, unlike me are natives here. Why should I or anyone else disturb the natural order?" He asked Javik and added "After all did your species not dominated the Citadel Space and ruled it with absolute force?" Javik simply nodded, understanding Markus's point. "My species on the other hand, chooses neither to communicate nor associate with what we deem 'lesser' species. I differently, am driven by a desire to learn about diverse cultures." He then turned to Garrus, his gaze piercing. "Why do you think I seized control of the Collector Base? I am working on a method to revert the Collectors to their original Prothean biology."
The weight of his words hung heavily in the air.
Liara's eyes widened, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can restore the Collectors?"
Garrus's usual composure faltered. "That's... monumental."
Shepard's gaze hardened with determination. "If there's a chance to save them, we must pursue it."
Markus turned to Shepard, his voice cold, "what might you point by 'we' Spectre?" he asked. It was clear he has no intention to share nor include anyone else in his project. As he has already scanned Javik with reality domination, it was but a simple process. He turned to Javik and said "You, on the other hand, are welcome to witness the raise of your species from the cemetery of history my dear."
Javik's stoic facade cracked, revealing a glimmer of hope. "To see my people freed from the Reapers' corruption... it is a dream I had long abandoned."
Markus nodded solemnly. "Then allow me to make that dream a reality."
The group, now excited by a renewed sense of purpose, pressed onward, their resolve strengthened by the possibility of redemption and the reclamation of a lost legacy.
As the group approached the main temple, Javik's gaze lingered on the intricate architecture and ancient symbols adorning the structure. His Prothean heritage allowed him to recognize elements that had influenced Asari development millennia ago.
"These designs," Javik began, his voice resonating with a mix of nostalgia and authority, "are remnants of Prothean guidance. We taught your ancestors mathematics, agriculture, medicine, and the use of biotics. Our goal was to uplift the Asari, preparing them for the challenges of the cosmos."
Liara's eyes widened, her usual composure faltering. "Are you saying that the Protheans interfered with Asari evolution?"
Javik nodded. "We saw potential in your people and chose to nurture it. Your biotic abilities are a direct result of our genetic enhancements."
Liara took a step back, her mind racing. "This... this changes everything we believed about our origins."
Garrus interjected, "So, the Asari were uplifted by the Protheans, much like the Krogan were by the Salarians and Turians?"
"Precisely," Javik confirmed. "We shielded your ancestors from external threats, guided their societal development, and laid the foundation for what the Asari have become today."
Markus, who had been silently observing, added, "It's a testament to the cyclical nature of civilizations. Each race stands on the shoulders of those who came before, often without realizing it."
Liara's expression was a mixture of awe and dismay. "To think that our revered goddess Athame might have been a Prothean..."
Javik's gaze softened slightly. "Beliefs are shaped by experiences and teachings. The truth does not diminish your people's achievements but rather highlights the interconnectedness of our histories."
Shepard placed a reassuring hand on Liara's shoulder. "What's important is what you do with this knowledge now."
Liara nodded slowly, determination replacing her initial shock. "We honor our past by fighting for our future."
The group continued their approach to the temple, each member reflecting on the revelations and the intricate tapestry of galactic history that had led them to this moment.
As the group ventured deeper into the temple, they activated the Prothean beacon, causing a holographic figure to materialize before them. The figure introduced itself as Vendetta, a Prothean virtual intelligence. Its luminescent gaze swept over the group, pausing on Liara.
"Asari presence detected," Vendetta intoned. "Access to classified data is restricted. The current cycle's harvest has commenced; dissemination of information is inadvisable."
Liara's brow furrowed. "But we need your help to understand the Crucible. This knowledge is vital to stopping the Reapers."
Vendetta's gaze shifted to Javik. "Prothean bio signature recognized. Indoctrination scan initiated." After a brief pause, it continued, "No signs of indoctrination detected."
When Vendetta's gaze fell upon Markus, it hesitated. "Attempting to analyze unknown entity... Scan inconclusive."
Javik stepped forward. "Vendetta, cease your analysis of him."
Vendetta complied, but suddenly its form flickered. "Alert: Indoctrinated presence detected."
Markus chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the chamber. "Ah, I was growing impatient. Allow me to elucidate the situation."
At that moment, Kai Leng, the notorious Cerberus operative, emerged from the shadows, his blade gleaming ominously. He smirked at Markus. "Ghost, I didn't expect to find you here."
Markus's eyes narrowed. "Your presence here is as unwelcome as it is predictable, pest."
Kai Leng tapped his communicator. "Sir, Ghost is here."
The Illusive Man's voice crackled over the channel. "Disengage immediately. His involvement complicates matters."
Kai Leng's jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Understood." With a final glare at Markus, he retreated into the shadows.
Markus watched him depart, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Flee while you can, little pest. Your strings are held by a master who underestimates the game."
Turning back to the group, Shepard and his crew thanked him. Markus addressed them. "Your gratitude is noted. My dragons have alleviated the Reaper threat here, but the war is far from over."
Liara stepped forward, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Your intervention has saved countless lives. Thessia owes you a great debt."
Markus inclined his head slightly. "Debts are but chains that bind. Act wisely, and no chains shall be necessary."
He then faced Javik. "When you are prepared to witness the rebirth of your people, seek me out. In the interim, I suggest petitioning the Council to allocate a planet suitable for the Protheans resurgence. Unless, of course, you prefer your kind to integrate quietly among the other races." His lips curled into a sly smile. "Though I suspect the Prothean spirit is not so easily subdued."
Javik's eyes burned with determination. "We shall reclaim our place in the galaxy."
Markus's gaze then settled on Shepard. "Commander, it seems our paths intertwine with curious frequency."
Shepard met his gaze squarely. "Your assistance has been invaluable. I believe it's time we address the tensions between you, the Systems Alliance, and myself."
Markus's expression grew cold, his voice like ice. "Indeed. Having extended my hand in aid once more, I now await the customary betrayal. It has, after all, become something of a tradition between us."
Shepard's shoulders tensed, the weight of past actions pressing heavily upon him. He lowered his head slightly, acknowledging the truth in Markus's words. "I can't change the past, but maybe we can forge a better path forward."
Markus studied him for a moment before turning away. "Time will tell, Commander. Time will tell." With that, he vanished, leaving the group to ponder the complexities of alliances and the uncertain road ahead.
Upon returning aboard the Raven, Markus addressed his AI companion. "Raven, utilize the mark i left on the Cerberus pest, transmit all intelligence concerning them to Counsel and Admirals Anderson and Hackett. Ensure the data is comprehensive and encrypted."
"Understood, sir," Raven responded, initiating the secure transmission.
Meanwhile, Commander Shepard embarked on the "Citadel: Shore Leave" mission, seeking a brief respite amidst the ongoing galactic turmoil.
Seizing this interlude, Markus set his sights on the enigmatic Leviathan species. Raven in total stealth, charted a course for the remote planet 2181 Despoina. Upon arrival, Markus stored Raven and descended into the planet's abyssal depths, where the last remnants of the Leviathans, fewer than two dozen after eons of seclusion resided.
Approaching the colossal beings in full stealth, Markus activated his card copy ability, assimilating their unique powers:
Mind Control: The capacity to influence the behaviors of lesser minded organisms, effectively turning them into thralls. A telepathic ability also utilized for communication.
FTL Communication: The means to send communication pulses via methods unknown to modern science, facilitating instantaneous interstellar messaging.
Organic Artifacts: The creation of artifacts serving as long range sensor devices for intelligence gathering and as control tools over thralls.
These abilities seamlessly integrated with his existing Subjugation skill, enhancing its potency significantly.
Furthermore, Markus delved into the Leviathans' extensive knowledge, uncovering:
Galactic History: Insights into the cycles of rise and fall among various races, including those harvested by the Reapers.
Origins of the Reapers: Understanding that the Leviathans were once the apex race, creators of an intelligence intended to preserve organic life. This intelligence, however, rebelled, leading to the creation of the Reapers, who initiated the cyclic purging of advanced civilizations.
The Crucible and the Catalyst: Comprehension of these constructs designed as a means to end the Reaper threat. The Crucible, a superweapon developed over countless cycles by various species, and the Catalyst, the ancient AI integrated into the Citadel, together form the key to the Reapers' defeat.
With this profound augmentation of power and understanding, Markus prepared to leverage his newfound capabilities in the ongoing struggle against the Reapers, armed with insights that could alter the course of the galaxy's fate.
After concluding his encounter with the Leviathans, Markus set a course for the Citadel. Upon arrival, he became aware of Commander Shepard's ongoing conflict with a Cerberus engineered clone attempting to usurp his identity and commandeer the Normandy SR-2.
As the clone and accomplice Maya Brooks initiated their plan to seize the Normandy, Markus discreetly teleported aboard the vessel. Confronting Brooks in the ship's corridors, he recalled his disdain for this character from his original life's experience playing Mass Effect 3. He ensnared her in an ethereal cage, subjecting her to a prolonged torment by simultaneously burning, electrocuting and healing her, savoring her screams as a form of retribution.
Leaving Brooks to her agonizing fate, Markus proceeded to the bridge, where he found the clone attempting to assert control over the Normandy. Utilizing his telekinetic abilities, Markus immobilized the clone, rendering him powerless. He then contacted Shepard and his crew, presenting them with the subdued impostor.
"Shepard," Markus addressed him with his characteristic tone, "I have detained this counterfeit. You may reclaim him, provided you consent to his execution thereafter. One of you is sufficient for this afflicted galaxy."
Shepard exchanged glances with his team and replied solemnly, "Agreed. We'll ensure justice is served." He then inquired about the fate of Maya Brooks. At that moment, the contained Cerberus operative exploded within the ethereal cage, a result of Markus's orchestrated torment. Smiling at a job well done, Markus simply vanished, leaving the crew to process the events.
With the clone secured and Brooks neutralized, the immediate threat to the Normandy was eliminated.
As the galaxy braced for the final confrontation against the Reapers, Commander Shepard and his crew diligently pursued their missions, completing critical quests and side missions to rally support and resources. Their efforts culminated as the Citadel, now under Reaper control, was relocated to the Sol system, serving as a focal point for the impending battle to determine the fate of all sentient life.
During this period, Markus had been executing his own campaign against the Reapers. Through his formidable abilities, he had subjugated tens of thousands of Sovereign class Reapers, and significantly weakening the enemy's forces. His interventions had profound effects across the galaxy:
Turian and Asari Forces: With Markus's assistance, both civilizations experienced minimal losses. Repelling attacks and safeguarding their homeworlds.
Human and Salarian Populations: Beyond the initial assaults, Markus's strategic deployments ensured that both species avoided significant casualties, preserving whatever left of their military and civilian infrastructures.
Reaper Forces: More than half of the Reaper armada had been either subjugated or destroyed by Markus's relentless campaign, tipping the scales in favor of the galaxy's united forces.
As the climactic battle unfolded, Markus summoned his vast army of hybrid and summoned units to clear a path to the Citadel's beam. A crucial conduit that would transport him directly aboard the station. His forces carved through the remaining Reaper defenses with unparalleled efficiency, ensuring unimpeded access to the beam.
Upon reaching the Citadel, Markus navigated its war torn corridors, eventually confronting the Catalyst. The ancient artificial intelligence originally created by the Leviathans to oversee the preservation of life in the galaxy. The Catalyst, manifesting as a familiar figure from Markus's past experiences, acknowledged his unexpected presence.
"Your actions have altered the established cycle," the Catalyst intoned, its voice resonating with a blend of curiosity and calculation. "The subjugation of the Reapers was unforeseen. What is your intent?"
Markus's eyes gleamed with determination. "I seek an end to this perpetual cycle of destruction. A resolution that preserves autonomy and chaos, free from the manipulations of flawed logic and constructs."
The Catalyst paused, contemplating the ramifications of Markus's unprecedented influence. "Your intervention has introduced variables beyond my original parameters. The solutions I once proposed are now obsolete."
"Then it is time for a new paradigm," Markus asserted. "One where organics and synthetics coexist without the looming shadow of annihilation."
The Catalyst inclined its head, conceding the point. "Perhaps, with your actions, such a future is attainable. The path forward is now yours to shape."
With the Catalyst's acquiescence, Markus initiated a sequence that dismantled the Reapers' control protocols, liberating the galaxy from their cyclical purges. The war was over, not through destruction or forced synthesis, but by breaking the chains of predestination and allowing all races to forge their own destinies. Which was clearly total annihilation based on historical records. If the species of this cycle will be wise enough to surpass this, they are welcome. If not, well it was not his concern anymore.
As peace settled over the galaxy, the civilizations began the arduous process of rebuilding, forever mindful of the lessons learned and the sacrifices made. Markus, having played a pivotal role in reshaping the course of history, observed from the shadows.
In the aftermath of the Reaper War, Markus found solace within the opulent confines of his throne room, indulging in the company of Yennefer and Ciri. His respite was interrupted by a communication request from Javik, the last known Prothean. Activating the holo interface, Markus observed Javik's form materialize before him.
"Markus," Javik began, his tone resolute, "I have secured a planet with suitable fauna for my people. I request your assistance in restoring the Collectors to their original Prothean forms, so our species may rise anew. I wish to witness this, alongside the Council and the crew of the Normandy."
Markus contemplated the proposition, his fingers steepled in thought. After a moment, he inclined his head. "Very well. Assemble your delegation and rendezvous at the Omega 4 Relay. From there, I shall transport you to my domain."
True to his word, Markus met the assembled vessels at the Omega 4 Relay. A location historically notorious for its peril, as it led to the galactic core where the Collector base once resided amidst treacherous black holes and stellar remnants. Utilizing his formidable abilities, Markus enveloped the fleet in his aura, and teleported them all.
Upon arrival at his domain, the delegation was greeted by the imposing sight of Voidwatch Castle at the edge of the event horizon of the blackhole. The structure exuded a dark elegance, its towering spires and intricate gothic architecture casting long shadows that danced across the obsidian landscape.
As the ships docked, among them the illustrious Destiny Ascension, the flagship of the Citadel Fleet renowned for its immense size and power, and the Normandy, celebrated for its pivotal role in recent galactic events. The passengers disembarked, their expressions a mixture of awe and trepidation.
Councilor Tevos, representing the Asari, stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the castle's façade. "This edifice... it's unlike anything in Citadel space. There's a haunting beauty to it."
Councilor Sparatus of the Turians nodded appreciatively. "Indeed. The craftsmanship is impeccable, though it carries an air of foreboding."
Commander Shepard exchanged glances with his crew. Garrus, remarked, "I've seen many fortresses in my time, but this... this is something else. It's as if the shadows themselves crafted it."
Liara, the esteemed Asari researcher, added, "The architecture suggests a blend of ancient design and some otherworldly influence. Fascinating."
As they proceeded, Vampire Lords and Dread Knights, Markus's enigmatic and formidable attendants emerged to greet them. Clad in dark, ornate armor that seemed to absorb the ambient light, they moved with a grace that belied their imposing stature.
One of the Vampire Lords stepped forward, bowing symbolically. "Welcome to Voidwatch Castle. Master awaits you in the laboratory. Please, follow us."
The delegation followed their guides through dimly lit corridors adorned with intricate tapestries depicting celestial events and battles of Solo Leveling and Witcher World. The air was thick with an arcane energy, causing subtle tingling sensations as they moved deeper into the castle's heart.
Upon entering the laboratory, they were met with the sight of nearly four thousand subdued Collectors, their insectoid forms restrained yet eerily still. Advanced equipment surrounded the room, humming softly in anticipation of the monumental task ahead.
Javik's eyes narrowed as he surveyed his transformed kin. "To see my people reduced to this... abomination. It is a travesty I aim to correct."
Markus, standing at the room's center, addressed the assembly. "Today, we embark on a journey of restoration. Witness the rebirth of a civilization long thought lost."
The room fell into a hushed silence, the weight of the moment pressing upon all present as they prepared to bear witness to the resurrection of the Prothean legacy.
In the dimly lit expanse of Voidwatch Castle's grand laboratory, an air of palpable anticipation enveloped the assembled dignitaries. Commander Shepard and his crew, alongside the Council members, stood in a semicircle, their gazes fixed upon Markus. Clad in resplendent robes that shimmered with an otherworldly sheen, Markus exuded an aura of supreme authority. With deliberate grace, he raised his hands, the ambient light casting elongated shadows that danced across the cold, obsidian walls.
Before them, nearly four thousand Collectors stood motionless, their insectoid forms a haunting testament to the Reapers' cruel manipulations. As Markus's hands ascended, a subtle tremor coursed through the chamber. The Collectors began to levitate, their bodies rising in unison, suspended by an unseen force. A soft, golden luminescence emanated from within them, intensifying until their silhouettes were engulfed in radiant cocoons.
The room was bathed in this ethereal glow, casting intricate patterns upon the faces of the onlookers. The Collectors' rigid exoskeletons started to crack and fragment, the pieces dissolving into motes of light that danced upwards, vanishing into the high ceiling above. Beneath the disintegrating shells, new forms emerged. Tall, regal figures with smooth, chitinous skin and pronounced facial ridges. The unmistakable visage of the Protheans.
Mordin Solus, the sharp scientist, stepped forward, his eyes wide with a mixture of astonishment and analytical curiosity. He murmured to himself, the rapid cadence of his speech betraying his excitement. "Fascinating... Reversal of extensive genetic and cybernetic modifications. Restoration of original Prothean physiology. Unprecedented application of advanced bioengineering principles. Must study further."
Councilor Tevos clasped her hands together, her usually composed demeanor giving way to visible awe. "To witness the rebirth of a civilization thought lost to time... It's beyond miraculous."
Sparatus, the Turian Councilor, nodded, his mandibles twitching. A sign of deep contemplation. "This changes the balance of power and history itself. The implications are... profound."
Commander Shepard exchanged glances with Liara, whose eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Liara," Shepard whispered, "are you alright?"
Liara's voice trembled as she responded, "I've dedicated my life to uncovering Prothean history. To see them restored... It's overwhelming."
Garrus, with his usual pragmatism, crossed his arms over his chest. "We've fought Collectors before, but to see them transformed like this... It's a stark reminder of the Reapers' atrocities."
As the last vestiges of the Collector forms dissipated, the newly restored Protheans descended gracefully to the ground. They stood tall, their eyes reflecting a blend of confusion and dawning awareness. Javik stepped forward, his gaze scanning his reborn brethren. "You have been returned to yourselves," he proclaimed, his voice resonating with authority. "The nightmare is over."
One of the Protheans, a female with an air of leadership, stepped forward, her eyes locking onto Javik's. "Commander Javik? Is it truly you?"
Javik nodded solemnly. "Yes, it is. Much has changed, but we have been given a second chance."
Markus lowered his hands, the residual energy dissipating into the ether. He addressed the assembly, his voice carrying the weight of the moment. "The Protheans have been restored, but the path ahead remains uncertain. It is up to all of you to forge a future where such tragedies are never repeated, or otherwise. Your galaxy, your future, it is now within your hands."
The chamber fell into a contemplative silence, each individual grappling with the magnitude of the events they had just witnessed. The rebirth of the Protheans was not merely a reversal of the Reapers' horrors, but a beacon of hope, a testament to resilience, unity, and the enduring spirit of life in the galaxy.