Today I found something strange and disturbing scribbled in the back of a notebook. Strictly speaking, it’s TES fanfiction, but writing TES fanfiction was the last thing on my mind when I penned it down.
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Hearth Fire 4, 3E 433
Part 7 of Last Days of the Third Era
CYRICUS MAURUS EXPECTS THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE SUCCESSION ORDER ON MORNDAS
The Imperial City – The Vice Chancellor of the Elder Council, His Eminence Cyricus Maurus, said he expects that the Council will finalize and announce the Order of Succession during the Council session on Morndas, Hearth Fire 5. “The agendum of the Morndas session includes voting on the temporary financing of the Imperial Government, but the final discussion and endorsement of the Order of Succession are the main items,” Maurus said. “The public is aware that the recent tragic events have affected the established Order of Succession in a serious and disruptive manner, and we expect that all the political entities represented in the Council will display proper patience and understanding due to the general situation. It is in the best interest of the Empire that the succession is effected as quickly as possible.”
Hearth Fire 3, 3E 433
Part 6 of Last Days of the Third Era
THE BLADES IMPLICATED IN THE MURDER OF THE EMPEROR
The Imperial City – An anonymous source from the Imperial Palace confirmed today that at least one member of the Order of the Blades had been involved with the murder of His Imperial Majesty, late Emperor Uriel Septim VII on 27th of Last Seed. “The rumors that the whole Order is somehow behind the crimes against the Imperial Family are of course nonsense,” our source says. “However, there has been a breach of internal security in the Palace on the night of the killings, there’s no doubt of that. The Emperor was assassinated because of treason in the ranks of the Imperial Guard, and this can no longer remain a secret.”
Hearth Fire 2, 3E 433
Part 5 of Last Days of the Third Era
LADY BENOCH UNWELCOME IN THE IMPERIAL CITY?
The Imperial City – Lady Allena Benoch, the former head of the Emperor’s personal Guard, was thwarted in her wish to attend the funeral of Emperor Uriel Septim VII and the Imperial Family that took place yesterday in the Imperial City. “Of course I wanted to attend the funeral,” said Lady Benoch in an exclusive interview for the Black Horse Currier. “What in the world could be more natural than that? And to your question, if there was a pressure against my attendance, I can answer in the affirmative. First I was told that I would be better off in her mountain sanctuary by Narina Carvain, the Countess of Bruma, and soon after, this was confirmed from the Imperial City. It doesn’t matter. I have every right to be here and I will visit the graves of the Emperor and his family on my own, as soon as I recover from the journey.”
Feros
Chapter 29 of Ghost in the Machine
Saren didn’t want to think it, but after some moments of internal struggle, he realized resistance was futile. He wished Nihlus was there. The sight of Feros, the Prothean megalopolis, with needle-like spires casting long shadows over the pristinely white clouds in the pale, chilly dawn was something Nihlus would revel in, saying poetic things in his orator voice (which ran more than a few keys lower than his normal speech), and blinking tears of high emotion from his eyes when he thought Saren wasn’t looking. Perhaps he’d even be moved to immortalize the scene by painting. A quick sketch with a pencil, then a minute of biting his right mandible, then a high-resolution shot from the visual detectors – to keep the light steady, he’d explain.
The Pulse
Chapter 27 of Ghost in the Machine
Nine hours before the attack on Feros.
“Movement during this phase of diagnostics is discouraged. Please remain still.”
Saren grunted a quiet reply without looking at the geth platform. Without looking at what it was doing. His stare was fixed on the pulse of the power core output. Identical red strings of monospace letters indicated that Sovereign was running at optimal capacity. He could lose himself in watching it – bring forth that strange feeling of detachment that had been visiting him with an increasing frequency. As if he were watching himself from elsewhere. Perhaps from the recesses of the dark, domed ceiling, or that small opening in the wall, near Benezia’s station, that had appeared overnight. To a creature hiding there – and it would have to be some vile, spiny, wormlike atrocity, with hundreds of beady eyes and a black, gaping anus in place of a mouth, oozing some slime to help it squirm through the unclean bowels of the living ship – to a creature living in that terrifying hole, the bridge would appear shadowy and deserted, with sleeping terminals and silent lights twinkling weakly from equipment on standby. One barefaced turian, motionless, barely breathing, and a geth, examining the deeply nested circuitry in the turian’s artificial arm. Only the power core status would seem to be alive, scrolling up the holo-pillar in its infinite, unfathomable, hypnotizing rhythm: 61.32, 61.37, 61.34, 61.35, 61.37… Saren took a deep breath and held it until his own pulse started slowing down. 61.35, 61.32, 61.29, 61.25, 61.21.