Hey everyone. This is another story idea I had. A combination between Prison Break, the VT series, and Mass Effect.

I love the series Prison Break and have watched all the seasons and I love the Mass Effect Series, so I combined the two as best I could think of.

Obviously, this story will contain spoilers for the Prison Break series so you have been warned.

As for the timeline, this story will take place about a year after ME1.

Four shots rang through the Kale Von Citadel Bank as people, crouched on the ground with their hands over their heads, screamed in fear. Only one man was standing and he had fired the gun. Wearing a tan business suit, Michael Scofield aimed the M-5 Phalanx at the asari clerk, his face showing impatience and irritation, "The vault. Open it."

The clerk, who had her head pressed against the counter, looked up at him, "We can't. The branch manager is not here." Her face was one of controlled calm but her eyes betrayed her, showing fear.

"Where is he?" questioned Michael.

"It's lunch time. He's at Turian Cuisines."

"Turian Cuisines?" Michael asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's a restaurant. They serve food for turians."

Michael gave a small smile, "I know what it is." Then, pointing the pistol at the ceiling, he fired two more rounds before bringing it back to aim at the clerks head, his smile turning into a frown, "I'm not playing games. Open it."

"Sir, you have a half a million credits in your bag. Don't you think it would be better if…" She trailed off as the sound of sirens quickly became audible, indicating that the authorities had arrived. Michael sighed and raised his hands in the air as he turned around.

"This is C-Sec! You are completely surrounded! Put down your weapon!"

Michael reached into his jacket, with his left hand, and pulled out another M-5 Phalanx. He could see the C-Se authorities through the windows. About three vehicles and ten C-Sec personnel were outside, weapons drawn and pointed at him.

"Put your weapons down!" Demanded the officer, a dark scaled turian, in a harsher tone.

Michael smiled and dropped the twin Phalanxes, letting them fall to the floor while he kept his hands in the air. As the officers carefully approached the bank, Michael could not help but smile. He had been caught.

"Rarely in the case of armed robbery do we hear a plea of no contest. Are you sure about this Mr. Scofield?" Asked the asari judge, looking at Michael with a serious expression.

Michael, still wearing his tan suit, was sitting behind a desk in a large courtroom. Sitting beside him, to his left, was his lawyer Veronica. "I'm sure your honor."

Veronica, surprised earlier by Michael's plea of no contest, stood up and addressed the judge, "Your honor, we'd like a recess if we could. My client's a bit confused at the moment."

"I'm not your honor."

"He is your honor," stated Veronica.

The judge looked at Michael with a confused expression, "Perhaps you should heed your representation's advice. Take some additional time to consider your response."

"I've already done that your honor." He looked up at Veronica, who was looking back at him with disbelief, and gave a slight smile.

The judge shook her head, "I'll retire to my chambers to decide sentencing. Court recess until 1:30 Galactic Standard Time." Then she rose and, walking off the podium, made here way to her quarters. Everyone else got up, many relieved to have a quick break, as did Michael and Veronica.

When the guards came over to handcuff him, a voice called out among the general chatter, "Uncle Mike?"

Michael looked over and saw his nephew, looking at him as if he were emotionally hurt. "I didn't want you to come." The guard began leading Michael away, "Go home L.J. I didn't want you to see this."

"He's not gonna take this well," said Michael as the turian officer lead him to his cell.

"Can you blame him? He's your nephew. He's beginning to get the idea that anybody that he attaches himself to is going to end up in prison." Veronica stopped as the officer locked the cell door and undid Michael's cuffs, "And he's not the only one who is staring to feel that way Michael." She looked up at the guard, "Will you give us a minute?"

The officer glanced over at Michael with a suspicion before nodding, "One minute."

As the officer walked off, Veronica turned back to Michael, "Do you understand? You just put the book in that asari's hand and she is going to lob it at you like a biotic shock wave. Justice and punishment are the same thing to her, and she doesn't have a particular liking towards humans."

"I know," stated Michael.

"Then will you please tell me what's going through your head?"

"We've been over this," replied Michael off-handedly.

"I've known you my entire life. You don't have a violent bone in your body. And I know you didn't need the money."

"Veronica-"

"Why won't you let me help you?" She questioned with concern.

Michael looked at her with comfort, "You've been good to me my whole life. You have. But you got to let me deal with this, okay?"

Back in the courtroom, Michael stood before the judge as he listened to the verdict, "Given your lack of prior criminal conduct, I'm inclined towards giving you probation. However, the fact that you discharged a deadly weapon during the commission of the crime suggests malice to me. For that reason, I find it incumbent that you see the inside of a prison cell Mr. Scofield." The judge scanned the holo before her and continued, "It says here that you've requested to be incarcerated somewhere here on the Citadel. I'm willing to honor that. The closets level one facility to-" The judge was cut off as Veronica interrupted.

"Level one? That's maximum security your honor."

The asari glared at Veronica, "I would ask counsel to refrain from interrupting me." She looked back at Michael, "As I was saying, the closest level one facility would be Nebula River Penitentiary. As for the terms of your service, taking into account your species lifespan, I'm settling it at five years. You'll be eligible for parole in half that time. Sentence to be carried out immediately."