I'm trying to write a crossover fanfic between Mass Effect and the CofD, and I really like the idea of one of the major differences in the rules of the universe being that Mass Relays are not the only form of FTL. It's just that it's the only one anyone wants anything to do with, because messing with magic of any kind is...unpredictable. This doesn't stop the alien races from having their own occult lore or supernatural templates (because having humanity have all the fun reeks of power fantasies, and usually provincial ones at that-besides, quarians who know how to mathematically command Sekhem for their works of machinery and to merge with their vessels are freaking awesome), but nobody is generally insane or desperate enough to think diving into the skies of the Underworld to travel a few parsecs is a good plan.
Humanity did not have the option for good plans for around five generations of desperate flight (spiced with occasional raiding for supplies and to free the thralls whose ancestors weren't so lucky to support their numbers) and from the demonic invaders of their homeworld, who made a habit of denying them use of Mass Relays. So, instead, they relied on the mystical lore of the cross-template alliance who created the ships the future Coalition of Exiles fled to Shanxi and other worlds fled on to begin with.
This is a thread from brainstorming ways the various supernatural denizens of Earth would accomplish FTL:
Mage: Take one Mastigos. Give Mastigos amplification artifact. Close eyes. Presto, now we're at Alpha Centauri, check for any surprises Paradox left us.
Werewolf: "We'll decorate the entire ship with gospel praising the Sun if you make an exception in the speed limit and relativistic physics for us for just a month, Mr. Light Spirit..."
Changeling: 108K kilometers a second? Not if this Contract dictating when this message is due to arrive at any given True Fae's Reticulan holdings when using this postal service has anything to say about it. Now if you'll excuse us, we'll just drop off the back of the world-beetle about 3/4 of the way there and find our own way. No really, thanks.
Vampire: The Crone is the Goddess of the Primordial Void as well. By drinking from the fabric of space, we puncture a hole in its veins to reveal the Void flowing through it, and we catch a ride on the heartbeats. Oh, we suppose you can hide in the shrine and away from the revelations we will see there...wuss...
Humanity did not have the option for good plans for around five generations of desperate flight (spiced with occasional raiding for supplies and to free the thralls whose ancestors weren't so lucky to support their numbers) and from the demonic invaders of their homeworld, who made a habit of denying them use of Mass Relays. So, instead, they relied on the mystical lore of the cross-template alliance who created the ships the future Coalition of Exiles fled to Shanxi and other worlds fled on to begin with.
This is a thread from brainstorming ways the various supernatural denizens of Earth would accomplish FTL:
Mage: Take one Mastigos. Give Mastigos amplification artifact. Close eyes. Presto, now we're at Alpha Centauri, check for any surprises Paradox left us.
Werewolf: "We'll decorate the entire ship with gospel praising the Sun if you make an exception in the speed limit and relativistic physics for us for just a month, Mr. Light Spirit..."
Changeling: 108K kilometers a second? Not if this Contract dictating when this message is due to arrive at any given True Fae's Reticulan holdings when using this postal service has anything to say about it. Now if you'll excuse us, we'll just drop off the back of the world-beetle about 3/4 of the way there and find our own way. No really, thanks.
Vampire: The Crone is the Goddess of the Primordial Void as well. By drinking from the fabric of space, we puncture a hole in its veins to reveal the Void flowing through it, and we catch a ride on the heartbeats. Oh, we suppose you can hide in the shrine and away from the revelations we will see there...wuss...
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