Fifth Contact War

The Year Universe Century 2157 and today was the fucking day. Jason Whitecaps looked out into black space of Rubicon system. Jason smile his golden teeth shiny with power. With a wave of his hand a planet apparently appears. It was at this time the PA comes on " Master Jason to the bridge" Jason eyes flash white and he's at the bridge.

He looks at woman, red hair, pink skin, small boob he blinds and a new woman takes her place. Pink hair, orange skin, big boobs.

"Report slut..." Jason waves a finger and two babies appear on her lap.

"Congratulations Sir we just got confirmation that Shiba system has found a Reaper Relay..." she couldn't finished as she vanished. Jason reached out and with a tap gratitude could be felt by Shiba system he pull the Relay to Rubicon System.

"get to work and learn all you can..." he vanished.

The others go back to work.

6 months later

A small fleet of EF exploration ships had gone through the relay to examine the system on the other side. It was a common procedure these days: Open the relay, go through, examine the system for resources or potential colony locations, and come back.

Depending on survey results, more sh ps would come through in the following months. They were about to get a rude welcome. "This is EFS Cortez: making our way to the mass relay." "Copy, Cortez. Be advised, Shanxi is staging a naval review of the 4th Fleet in three days. You run into the Reapers, you come running back."

"The Fourth?! Come on!"

"Deal with it.." The retrofit Geneva-Class cruiser made its' way to the relay. "Understood," the comm officer on the Cortez replied. The helmsman reported, "Hitting the relay in 5, 4, 3…" Other ships then came through.

"Abort!" The Cortez veered away, almost ramming the alien ship. "Fuck, we got a first contact: non-Reaper forces!" Alarms blared on the bridge of the Cortez. "We're being painted! Get to Rubicon and warn the fleet!" The ship turned about to begin its run back to the Rubicon relay, even as the alien ships began opening fire.

They dodged a few strikes, but it wouldn't last forever. "Launch a probe! DO IT!" The ship fired a probe into the relay, which was shot back to Rubicon, right before a mass driver round impacted and destroyed it.

"These primitives have no idea what they're doing." Desolas Arterius was intrigued by the new race, which didn't fight back. "General, the ship sent a probe back through the relay. I'm tracking its' course now." "Very good," Desolas replied. "Once we get a fix on where it went, we follow it. We can claim a new client race for the Hierarchy, nice and easy." Little did he know that his arrogance at taking out that one exploration ship would be his downfall.

Rubicon system - August 13th, 2157

6 heavy cruisers and 28 frigates dropped out of FTL in the unknown system, thought to be the homeworld of the unknown, primitive race. Desolas Arterius wasn't impressed. He figured this would be an easy, quick conquest. Then he saw the fleet, and the MASSIVE object sitting behind them. "By the spirits… What IS that?"

"142,000 meters in length, over 500 million tons. It could be a hyperdreadnought." Even a primitive ship that size would pose problems. The guns would vaporize any turian ship, barriers or not. "Does it have kinetic barriers?"

"I can't get accurate readings. But I don't think so, General."

"All, ships, fire and destroy that thing!" Desolas ordered. He did not know that in doing so, he had just consigned his people to their greatest defeat in history.

EFS Argama III "What's long range recon say? Are they the space squid?" One of the sensor operators on the bridge looked into the screen Ayame had opened. "They don't match any of the profiles we have on the Reapers from the archives. I think this is a first contact situation, Colonel." Ayame groaned.

"FUCK. Can't the Reapers just show up and get this over with?!" Shirou Emiya chuckled. "Don't worry, they'll show up soon enough," he said. "Until then, we can sharpen our teeth against these guys." "Enemy ships appear to operate entirely on Mass Effect technology," the sensor operator remarked. "Means they'll be stuck with projectile weapons and kinetic barriers-"

"Energy spike!" Another sensor operator reported. "Enemy ships are firing!" Everyone in the fleet watched as the enemy's first volley went wide. "What the? Did they learn how to hit the broad side of a barn?" asked the weapons officer. "No…" the sensor operator that had announced the enemy fire breathed in reply, horror filling their voice. "They… they weren't shooting at us!"

Fuck you! a echo screech in space.