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Obligatory notice: I do not own Mass Effect or Shadowrun, this is a fictional story and any relations to real people is completely coincidental.

"Talking": Thinking/Digital Communications

Now, Engage

2090.3.17 Elysium Tower/Singularity Industries

All was quiet in the star-scraper Elysium tower, well, as quiet as you can get in a multi-trillion dollar building run protected by one of the best private security firms in the world and selling near unlimited energy to the city it has nested itself in.

On the highest floor, reaching the edge of space, a room that isn't on the blueprints houses two scientists and with then a strange device hooked up to thousands of graphene cables that are glowing red hot. A soft blue glow emanated from the device itself. The scientists were maintaining the object but appeared to be tossing around theories about how the device was creating the energy.

"Could it be a cold fusion reactor?" the younger one asks as he checks the couplers and silently praying that nothing will cause him to burst into flames. The older woman chuckles and makes sure the device is not going to cause a black hole.

"Unlikely, a fusion reactor still needs fuel, even if they're cold, I say it's some kind of Zero point energy reactor, that's why we're up here, less disturbance from earth's gravity well, not much but you can't send the amount of energy we're outputting through microwaves." This banter went on for a few minutes until they heard a muted thunk from the door. The elder scientist presses the intercom button and asks," Is everything OK out there?"

Someone she didn't recognize, although to be fair no one really tries to remember the sounds of a person's voice all that well especially mooks, replied in a deep, husky voice with a light Japanese accent that was barely noticeable:" Uhh, yes everything is fine," what she thinks is a gunshot is heard and a muffled curse, "but would you mind terribly opening the door?"

"Sorry, only Alpha-3 class and above can open the door and only to get in, they trade place- why am I telling you this you should know!" More gunshots are heard and more voices with elaborate and colorful sounding curses being strewn about. But one calm humming is faintly heard, which is oddly more unnerving than the rest of the noise. She begins to hear shouting through the metal, they wanted in, the reason why was obvious, how was the difficult part. She pressed the security button, and got garbled shouts along the lines of: "Geek the Mage",

"Security breach", "Fragging Samurai", and "Technomancer". The young man was beginning to panic a bit as the speakers blasted what amounted to nonsense, but there was a security breach, and they were the targets, so when the door opened he fainted.

Standing there was what looked like a young male demon-like metahuman with red skin and horns that grew on the top of his head, black hair and eyes, wearing glasses, a black jumpsuit under a leather trench coat, and a tail slowly waving underneath. Equipped with a rifle and a chainsaw that has been used recently, as the chain was glowing. One word came into mind as she scanned them: "Shadowrunners"

"Sorry for the inconvenience," the demon says in a calm demeanor despite the situation, "but we have been hired for the acquisition of the 'MacGuffin'." the demon pointed at the device.

"Quit with the niceties and grab the damn thing already!" a tall, muscular, red Oni metahuman with small yellow horns poking out of his forehead, with grey hair and fierce blue eyes. He wears modern Street samurai garb that fits his bulky frame quite well. His sword placed in its sheath as he was holding the door shut with both his hands as the only normal human who has electric blue hair slowly welds the door shut, from the back she has a backpack full of tools.

"This ain't gonna hold them off for long and we are in desperate need of an escape plan!"

"Mr. Johnson did say that the device was going to be our exit ticket, maybe he meant that literally? Maybe I can use it to open a portal?" The eerily beautiful elf with long, silky blond hair and sparkling emerald green eyes and snow white skin, ventures as the demon begins to decouple the device. She wears a strange mixture of mage robes and combat armor.

"What are you doing?!" the elder scientist shouts as she tries to stop him. "You are going to cut off the power to millions of people! We're helping them, giving them unlimited energy!" she tries to reason with him as the firewalls are bypassed and the device is slowly freed.

"You are correct." the demon simply states as he takes the device from its pedestal and walks towards the elven mage. "But we have been hired to take this device, I do apologize for the inconvenience you are faced with." He spoke in an almost robotic manner but sounded sincere nonetheless.

"Are we sure he's not a robot?" the human female asks as she finishes up on the welds, she lifted her tinted goggles to reveal dull brown eyes and peach skin. "Also, gimme back my Chainsaw." the demon promptly returned it without argument, but everyone was a little creeped out when she began to hug it and whisper 'my baby'.

"OK, now that we have the MacGuffin, can we leave now?" The oni was getting impatient as he unsheathed his monofilament broadsword and readied for the door to break down as the banging became louder. The elf growled at her companion.

"Unless you want to end up in a wall or inside someone I recommend you SHUT UP!" She shouts. She touches the device as she begins to incant a spell as the doctor is knocked out by the demon and gently laid down on the floor as they gather around the circle. The circle glows brighter and brighter, the device begins to hum louder and blue particles slowly meander about them, they begin to feel lighter and they float off the ground.

"This is not part of standard teleportation spells correct?" the demon asks as a bubble forms around them. The elf's eyes light up in shining blue and spoke in a strange tongue. "That is not standard elfin either."

"Well sh-" before the human could finish her sentiment they vanish, leaving behind an empty device and a lot of angry stockholders

Somewhere, somewhen

Samuel

I open my eyes and look around me, it's a dark room but that is not a problem. I slowly sit up to see bars. I'm in a cell of some kind. No windows, which is not entirely odd. I stand up, realizing my coat and Ares HVR (Hyper-Velocity Rifle) have been confiscated. I check the door for security and find it surprisingly lackluster, the firewalls are easily bypassed by low-level hacker sprites. I walk out of the cell and look around, I see a human in a cell next to where I was, and he stares at me.

"I thought he was joking when he said we were in hell..." He mumbles softly, chuckling staring at me. He rubs the back of his neck and jumps as I unlock his cell with a wave of my hand. "I am not making a deal with the devil! I am not that desperate!" I tilt my head and shake it.

"Tiefling," I state, stopping him in his tracks.

"What?"

"I'm a Tiefling, not the devil, well, specifically metahuman-."

"Metahuman?" He looks at me confused. Interesting, maybe that teleportation spell sent me a lot further than expected. "Never heard of that. Some sort of extreme gene manipulation project? You know that's illegal right?" That gets my attention.

"Illegal gene manipulation? Why is that?" I ask as he looks at me confused. I hear doors open, bearing of boots on the floor, and loud clicking that reminds me of the insect spirits, I hold a shudder.

"Batarians," he growls as they enter the cell and point their odd-looking firearms at me and him. Insect-like, four eyes, and a horrendous smell that makes a sweaty troll smell like Lysol freshening spray. The man raises his hands, and I just look at them.

"What is a Batarian?" I ask him. The Batarians continue clicking at me, presumably angrily, and waving their guns at me. As I look it up and down the creature who slowly approaches me, placing the barrel of its gun at the center of my chest. "They look like infested humans, minus a pair of arms, vestigial wings, and additional fingers." The 'Bavarian' with the gun was about to pull the trigger, but I snapped it out of his hands, popped their heads in a couple seconds. "It appears they are also more fragile."

"Where did you learn to fight like that? Were you raised by an Ex-N? Hell, N-7?" The man, whose name is John Snow, asks me as he picks up the other batarian's rifle and follows me as I explore the ship, opening other cells.

I head to the engine bay, to find a batarian pointing a pistol at the head of an individual, most likely female, who is wearing some kind of modified, form-fitting, hazmat suit. It clicks and chirps angrily, shaking the gun at the head of the female, who is speaking in a language that makes me think of old Russian but more apostrophe heavy.

I shoot the batarian in the head, surprising the hostage, she stares at me and says what I presume to be a thank you. I nod and head to the bridge, John informed me that the ship has been taken.

I arrive, seeing various aliens, as Mr. Snow has informed me of the species names. The avian turians were chirping and clicking to the monogendered Asari, who spoke in an elegant almost old Latin-esque tongue. There were other humans talking amongst themselves before I came in, and everyone turned to me when I just looked at them and waved.

"Hi."