QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE:
My first Fan-fiction ever and it involves my two of my most favorite sci-fi games, Crysis, and Mass Effect, now this Chapter is part sort of a prologue that will set up the story.
Now I realize that alot of crossover fics with Mass Effect have it to where a crew, or character ends up in the other universe by an anomaly, or they are discovered by accident, and while I do not mind this at all. I wanted to try something a little different.
Now First off its Alcatraz who's in this story, but he's refered to by everyone as Prophet, to which he doesn't care as he technically is Prophet as he holds Prophets memories, and knowledge.
As stated in the description this story will combine the universe of both Mass Effect, and Crysis, and for story reasons the nano-suit Alcatraz has is the only one in existence.
I'm setting the story AFTER the events in Crysis 2, and Crysis Legion ignoring the MOST events of Crysis 3, but shortly before the events of Mass effect 1, which it will lead into, but not before I can properly introduce Alcatraz the Mass Effect side.
However it should also be noted that despite the fact that I just said it ignores the events of Crysis 3, this is due to the story being released prior to Crysis 3 so it'll ignore Many parts of the games story, but I will make references to the some of the events in the game, mainly anything involving the the Nano-suit.
"The Suit changes all the rules" Prophet couldn't have been more right if he tried, death, disease, hunger, sleep, hell even the ability to piss, and shit was taken from me by this suit; this must be how Hargreave felt for all those years, a purgatory, unable to die, yet never truly able to live.
No wonder the old man was so thrilled to be able to die at long-last; immortality is a bitch.
Thankfully, I had Prophet, or whatever he was to keep me company; I found a person to talk to helped keep ones sanity intact, of course with everything I've seen, and done I'm not sure if what I had could be called sanity.
I wondered how long ago it had been since I fought the ceph, stopped them at New York, then, years later I returned to New York, hell bent on hunting down each of the fuckers in CELL, blaming them for the condition I was in, and what they had done to New York.
But ever since I entered this limbo I wondered to myself, was that really the reason why I killed them? Or was I just pissed at what they had turned me into, a "dead-man walking" as Prophet put it, or what they had done to New York city in my absence.
I guess at this point it didn't matter.
I don't know where I am; last I remember I was in the middle of a firefight within the Ceph ship in the middle of Lingshan Island, the year had been 2050.
Incursion ships had begun to appear all over the world, and I was lucky to be in the aid of Micheal Sykes, better known as Psycho as Prophet knew him, another Nano-suit user, he helped take down the various incursions around the world, all the way up to Lingshan Islands.
Good man, wished I had told him I wasn't the real Prophet, but no point in killing myself over missed issues.
By that point the army had been able to duplicate, and use the spores my suit had made to take most emerging Ceph ships, although the casualties were still high, roughly ten thousand per fight.
Strangely, their forces seemed to have dropped significantly from what it had once been.
Then as I was 'spreading the news', as I liked to call it otherwise knowing as sending their spores right back at them, I remember a brief, but powerful light, much like the one in New York, only then the suit went dark, and so my endless purgatory began.
I stopped counting time; I found that it only serves to drive you fuckin' nuts after a while.
Sometimes I wished I still had control over the suit; at least my right hand anyways, I recall having a pistol, a majestic, if I'm correct, figured that'd end it.
Then again didn't work for Prophet, and he had the Nano-suit off.
Still, I wondered how long it would be until the suit finally shut-down, taking me right with it to wherever it is humans go when we die, or in the worst case scenario the suit could already be dead, and I could be just like Prophet had been, stuck in the body of a bio-Nano suit for the remainder of my existence.
I hoped to god, Allah, the ceiling cat, whoever the hell was listening, that someone would end my existence once, and for all; or at the very least have someone else put on the Nano-suit, have someone else to talk to for a change.
"No offense Prophet" I said speaking out to the African-American Marine wearing the Nano-suit, save for the helmet.
I always did wonder why he appeared with it on, pretty strange if you ask me, but who'em I to talk about strange.
Just like Prophet I appeared in my Nano-suit, but I wasn't sure if I had my helmet or not.
"No problem Marine, I'd want another pal if I was stuck with you for several years" joked Prophet, I chuckled a bit in response, one of the few luxuries left to me after everything the suit had changed in me.
"Hey, Prophet tell me again that story about the first time you fought the ceph" I told him, as he merely cocked his head back slightly.
Honestly, I don't know why I asked him to tell that story, there really wasn't any real reason other than my need to kill time.
"I've told you that story how many times now…" he replied jokingly attempting to count all the times with his entire hand, while I just rolled my eyes.
"Five thousand times alright, now quit being an ass and just tell the damn story" I said to him, almost shouting, as he merely chuckled.
"Hehe… Hold your horses' kid, I'm just playin' with you, 'sides you have my memories don't you?" He said raising his hands briefly.
"Now, let's see if I remembered the year, It was 2020, I was working for CELL at the moment as an agent for the CIA, I led a team of Nano-soldiers called Raptor-Team, The team consisted of five members, myself included, Aztec, Jester, Psycho, and Nomad all had the first generation of Nano-suits."
I remembered Psycho from when I returned to New York, the man was an absolute killing machine, and at the time he only had the first generation Nano-suit.
I wondered what happened to him. Hopefully he got his suit off of him.
"We had arrived at Lingshan Islands, which had been taken over by the Korean forces. The CIA wanted us to evacuate a team of American civilian archaeologists, led by Dr. Rosenthal, while also securing any data we might have deemed valuable, only I had I different reason for being there" he told me his voice becoming more seldom.
"When I was still working for Cell, Hargreave, had told me that he wanted me to investigate Lingshan, said to procure any knowledge on the Ceph, and I should've known there was more than that, that he knew more than he let on." said Prophet in a grim tone.
"The really reason he sent me was that he wanted to see how the Ceph would react to the Nano-suit technology, test the water so to speak, it didn't matter if we died only as long as that sick fucker got the information he need. In fact, he knew what we would find there, and we were still just post-human parts for his war against the Ceph. "
"Well, it turns out they didn't like us one bit."
"One by one my team started to get killed, first it was Aztec, and a Ceph had torn him apart, absolutely mutilated him, along with several KPA soldiers, not long after I disintegrated the suit in order to make sure it never would fall into the KPA's hands. Then jester died, something took him, and despite our best attempts to reach him, we only found his lifeless battered body, which I quickly disintegrated aswell."
"But, the true moment the shit-hit the fan was I got captured by a Ceph scout, I managed to get away though, but nothing was ever the same again, man."
"I learned more about the Ceph in a few hours, than Hargreave ever did in his entire life, you see they hadn't just arrived on earth, they've been around longer than even humans, just buried in the earth for millions of years just sitting there, but the scary part is how fast they adapt to an entirely alien world; you saw the Ceph in New York, they were nothing like the ones on Lingshan, they were more agile, built to climb, to hide, perfect for the city, or earth in general"
He was right, the Ceph were adaptive bastards, they made the city their hunting ground, using speed, and maneuvering to flank their enemy, causing them to waste ammo, until they finally moved in for the kill.
Crude, but highly-effective.
But it was more than that grunt units learned tactics that took humans thousands of years to develop in a few short months, perhaps even weeks.
"I managed to get into their ship, learned about all the places they stored themselves, that the Ceph on the Lingshan islands took energy from nearby source, a large sphere acting as a power sink."
" Along the way out, I also grabbed a molecular accelerator, to my surprise I spotted Nomad, he was surrounded by various ceph warriors I managed to save him, after that he quickly returned the favor; getting me out of the growing Ice sphere released by the Ceph ship, which basically froze anything it came into contact with."
"We escaped the island, although not without heavy losses, Major Strickland being the most obvious, died fighting a Ceph Hunter, and they were about to nuke the ever loving hell out of it, only I knew it wouldn't do anything except make the Ceph even more pissed off."
"So I went back to the sphere, and guess what all that nuke did was make the damn thing grow even larger, pissed the Ceph right over the fuckin 'edge."
Yep, nuking someone or something does tend to have that effect.
"Then an hour later, while on was on the island making my way to the Ceph Ship, I sent a message to Nomad, he told me that the USS Construction had been sunk, but that he had taken out a Ceph Warrior, and that he, along with Psycho, and Dr. Rosenthal, were coming to the island getting ready to take the fight to the Ceph"
I knew that was the end of the story, but I also that was more; I never met this Nomad, or Dr. Rosenthal, so something bad must happened to them, or Prophet just doesn't want to talk about it.
Strange considering the amount of time that's passed.
"All-right dead-man, let's hear your story" said Prophet as I merely shrugged my shoulders in response.
"I dunno 'know, I don't think I have a story that involves alien invasions, or a super-suit… oh wait I do, but you've seen it first-hand." I said sarcastically.
"Tell me one of your Force Recon missions then." He said as looked back on my career.
"Alright I got one; it was in the year 2022. My team and I were deployed to South America."
"We got Intel that said that there was a group of illegal manufactures supply terrorist organizations all over the world, so our mission was simply get in take them out as fast, and quietly as possible, while finding any information see just whole they had been selling to, and for how long."
"We arrived at around 3:25 am, near the port that was used to ship the weapons."
"The port was decent sized, nothing to large, but still sizable to have several boats, about three, and have several large trucks, it also had held a warehouse which was, if our Intel was correct, the location of the weapons."
"When we got closer to there, we quickly established a perimeter to prevent anyone from escaping, as well as to prevent any crates from leaving. There was roughly thirty well-armed men, ten making sure the weapons got on safely, fifteen more searching for any intruders, and five simply standing guard near the crates."
"Chino quickly set off a small explosion; this drew the attention of the many of the guards, giving me some time to get into the warehouse, unfortunately some of the guards noticed me, and began to open fire at me."
" Hiding behind some cover, it allowed me to set off a flash bang at the group of five guards, quickly discombobulating them, and allowing me to get five clear-shots in with my SCAR, taking three of them down, while crippling two of the others ones."
"But, before I could call in that I had the crates secured all hell broke loose, the only thing I could hear was the sound of bullets flying, grenades exploding, in fact you ever played one of the Call of Duty games?" I asked Prophet who shrugged.
"A little, never got into, to many little bitches moaning all the time" he responded, boy was he right; game was fun, but the people who played sure as hell were annoying.
"Well, a grenade landed close, giving little time to get to safe distance and I swear to god, that tink-tink-tink sound from the game was almost the exact same sound as the grenade"
"Luckily for me, I managed to get away just before it went off, and not a second later did to more guards open fire at me, giving little to no time to take cover behind some nearby crates, peering out just enough to let me get in a few shots, taking them down, they obviously weren't trained for this kind of thing."
"Then I got out of cover to move in to secure the warehouse and the fire –fight suddenly stopped, I finally got into contact with Chico, and he told me that all hostiles had been neutralized, at that moment I was damn proud, and that's why we're Force Recon." I said with a smirk as I finished my story.
"Hmmm... Shorter than I remember, you sure you don't want to tell me how you celebrated by drinking an entire bottle of tequila by yourself, or when you got dared by Chico to drink from the strippers belly button... heh you had some good times huh dead man?" said Prophet causing me to scratch the back of my head errr... the Nano-suits helmet in some embarrassment.
He was right, I had skipped over a lot of detail, but personally I wasn't the kind of person who went into every little detail, especially when it came to talking about myself, besides Prophet sure as hell skipped a ton of details.
"Lets talk about something else Prophet, I really want to pass some time, not that it really matters at all, just want something to think about" I told Prophet who slowly nodded his head.
"Yeah, I can get that; So what do you think Nathan is doing?" asked Prophet.
"Knowing him, he's probably writing conspiracy theories on my disappearance" I replied to him, earning a chuckle from the veteran soldier.
"The last time I saw him was about two weeks before I arrived in the bio-dome in New York, he told me that he was working on a way to get the Nano-suit off of me without killing me, but I didn't really care to much for it. I made peace with what I had become." I told Prophet.
"How was he doin'?" replied Prophet.
"For an 80 year old, fine, he was getting a little senile, but I guess that happens after you live through all the shit he did. Anyways he told me that he was moving to Alaska, to get away from all the aliens and shit, kept telling me he was going to find a way to get me out of the suit. I hope he's alright or at least lived a good life." I told Prophet.
"And what about Major Strickland's daughter, Tara, how was she holdin' up?" asked Prophet, and with that I thought fondly of the CIA agent, remembering how she pulled my ass out the fire at Roosevelt Island.
"She did well for herself; she was still in the fight against the Ceph, and C.E.L.L. although she wasn't in the fight, she mainly helped give me, and the military forces strategic advice, and data concerning either the Ceph, or C.E.L.L."
"Well, she Strickland's girl, so it's no wonder she'd still keep fighting, I'm more or less surprised she made it to old age; her family always has that impulse to put themselves in danger for the sake of others" said Prophet obviously referencing Major Strickland's sacrifice at the Lingshan Islands.
"She's tough as hell, should've given her the Nano-suit. Would've ended the Ceph-Human war a lot earlier." I told him.
"Maybe, but then again she wasn't the one dying in front of me, 'sides your one of the best marines I've ever seen, maybe a little better than Nomad." Replied Prophet.
"Thanks." I replied at the compliment, from Prophets Memories Nomad was a virtual one man army; took on Ceph that made the Pinger look like a fat ladies purse, and virtually annihilated the KPA forces on the island, although I could boast the about doing the same to C.E.L.L. forces.
And then there was a strange silence, almost an awkward one, scratch that it was an awkward, but hell it had always been like this.
One second I would start a conversation with him, looking fondly at our combined memories, but the next second I would just stand there wondering what I or he was going to say next.
Then just as I thought that was it, that is was just another day, another hour, another minute, in the same place, nothing changing, nothing ever happening, just me and Prophet talking about the past in no order,I felt something.
A beat almost, one almost faint to my hearing; it obviously was my heart.
My blood was somehow pumping through it, but that would mean that-
-SUIT REBOOTING- spoke SECOND, causing me to stand absolute disbelief.
What the hell?
"Heh… looks like you just got a second chance dead-man, don't waste it" said Prophet as the surrounding are began to turn from its dark, blue and black scheme, slowly being replaced with that of a bright light, much like when I used the Nano-suit to send the spores back against the ceph.
The slowly Prophets Entire body began to be encompassed by the light, and I watched as he smirked, nodding approvingly at me, almost as if knowing what was going to happen next.
Then I felt it. The sudden jump of my pulse. The suit once again allowing my blood to pump through my body.
Adapt. Survive. Engage.
For some reason I knew in my heart, that these words would have to carry me through whatever happened next.
Then I heard, in a groggily sound someone talking
"Prep Prophet for suit removal, illusive man wants it analyzed as soon as possible" said an obvious male voice.
Fuck.
Hows that for a first chapter huh?
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