Alright, crossover time! I've never been a huge fan of crossovers, or maybe I just don't think I can write them, but if it means I have a chance to win a prize, then so be it! :D My chosen crossover: Mass Effect-Minecraft. Mass Effect is owned by Bioware, and Minecraft is owned by Mojang, so enjoy!

The Mine Effect

Ch.1: Crash Landing

Minecraftia

Steve

Steve sat quietly in his wooden home, slamming a hammer to his new iron sword. Life wasn't easy, but with this sword, he could finally face the monsters outside. With this sword, he could finally venture out into the wilderness without getting hurt.

Steve placed the hammer down and studied the sword, ensuring it was as sharp as he could make it. Satisfied with the result, he placed the sword in his inventory and turned to his chest; he lifted the lid and began pulling out his iron armor. The armor was scratched, beaten, and faded, but it was his; it was the only thing that kept him alive in this cruel world. In a few minutes he had his chest plate, leggings, boots, and helmet all on him and was ready to face the dangers outside.

Taking out his sword, he opened the door and peered outside. The snow was lightly falling onto the forest floor around him and the sun was rising in the distance; it was actually day!

Steve sighed with relief and closed the door behind him, eager to take advantage of the sunlight. Putting the sword back into his inventory, he took out his stone axe and began chopping down a nearby tree. Starting from the bottom, he chopped at the trunk until a square block popped out. The block floated for a moment before flying into Steve, eagerly hiding inside of his inventory. Steve continued chopping at the rest of the tree until the entire trunk had become nothing but blocks in his inventory.

Using his crafting bench, Steve quickly converted the trunk blocks into wooden planks and turned back to his home. Using the ladder on the side of the house, he climbed to the roof and started building a lookout tower on the top. He knew, if he was going to survive for much longer, that he had to be able to look outside without the fear of getting shot by skeletons. A lookout tower would fulfill that need; nothing could shoot him when he was so high up. After a few minutes the tower was built, with a ladder in the center that returned to his actual home.

Proud of his achievement, Steve began looking out the lookout tower, ensuring it would be usable when the monsters returned. The snow-covered forest surrounded him completely, and off in the distance tall, icy mountains loomed menacingly. His eyes quickly turned from the mountains as he scanned the surroundings; those mountains held nothing but painful memories and tons of lost loot.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he turned to the ladder, ready to cook some pork and explore more. Just as he placed his hand on the ladder's first rung he heard a noise; though the noise was faint, he had trained himself to hear every possible sound. He turned his head to the sky and his eyes widened; a meteorite was falling towards the planet. He gripped the wooden guardrail of his tower and watched the meteorite continue its descent towards the nearby forest. The meteorite slammed into the forest, instantaneously disintegrating the trees it slammed into.

Steve gasped as a giant chuck of his forest disappeared. When he was sure the meteorite stopped burning away his forest, he quickly slid down the ladder and rushed out of the house, running towards the object that dared destroy HIS forest. He rushed through bushes, past wild pigs and cows, and around the snow covered trees as he neared the crash site. His determined glare quickly disappeared as he finally eyed the object; it wasn't a meteorite, it was made of . . . iron? It looked silvery, and nothing but iron looked silvery . . . right? Taking his sword out of his inventory he began creeping towards the strange object, wondering what crafted such a thing. Suddenly a panel on the side of the object jutted out and he let out a small yelp, rushing behind a tree in fear.

After a moment of hiding he crouched out and eyed the mysterious ship again while shaking lightly. The panel was opened now and a . . . creature was walking out of it. But it wasn't a pig, or a cow, or even a creeper: it was a human!

He pulled his head behind the tree and gripped his sword tightly. He knew better than anyone how terrifying humans could be, even though he was one himself. All of the other humans had abandoned him, and some of them had even tried to kill him! If he didn't attack this human first, he would never win.

He peered around the tree again, careful to remain crouched. He noticed the human again, but he his shaking increased; there were MORE of them! And some of them didn't even look human; some of them looked like monsters! A creature with mandibles, mandibles that would surely want to eat his flesh, was talking to the first human, trying to . . . plan hunting strategies? He had no idea what it was saying.

He began looking at his surroundings, taking in each detail of the crash site. If he could get the slip on these creatures and humans, he might win. If he could separate them and sneak attack each of them individually, he wouldn't have to be afraid of them anymore.

He looked to his left and noticed a tree covered in holes that, he thought, he could easily hide in. If he stayed in the tree and lured a few of them out by making a few noises, he could get the jump on each of them! And if he could get the jump on them, they would never hurt him!

Careful to remain quiet, he slowly made his way over to the tree. Every once in a while he looked back at the odd ship, each time seeing more creatures or humans come out, and each time noticing their conversation growing more intense. Every new creature or human increased his resolve; he HAD to stop them before it was too late!

Silently climbing the tree, he looked at the group one more time. The first human, from what Steve could see, was trying to calm the others down as they pointed fingers at a smaller human that seemed to limp. As he was close to them, he could see their nameplates above their heads; the first human was named Shepard, the limping one was named Joker, the mandible monster was named Garrus, and the ship was . . . named EDI? He shook this thought out of his head and readied his plan; their names were unimportant, and he wouldn't need to remember them when he killed them for his own survival.

Taking a block of wood out of his inventory, he crept to the edge of the tree and placed it down. With a loud plunk the block clamped to the ground and the humans and creatures jumped, startled by the loud noise. The human called Shepard put his hand out to the others and began walking towards the plank with Garrus and a human named Zaeed behind him. Steve smirked as Shepard walked up to the block and began searching the area around him.

The mandible creature named Garrus walked past with Zaeed a few feet behind him. The old human kicked the block and started to scratch his head; this was the perfect time to strike!

As silently as possible Steve jumped out of the tree and stepped towards the old human with his sword held high. He had to kill him, he had to kill him, he had to . . ..

Steve furiously let the sword fall towards the old human; these things attacked his forest, killed his wildlife, and surely wanted to take everything he had! For a moment Steve felt victorious as the sword closed in on its target; his plan was working!

Steve had obviously never faced someone like Zaeed before.

At the last second the old merc moved his body with the speed of a cheetah and Steve's attack completely missed. His sword slammed into the dirt and he desperately tried to pull it out of the ground, but Zaeed was too quick. Zaeed gripped Steve's neck and slammed him into a tree as Steve dropped his sword and tried to pull the hand from his neck.

"Guddamn amateur." Zaeed grunted as he slammed Steve into the tree again and threw him onto the ground.

Struggling to breath, Steve tried to reach for his sword. He couldn't let them kill him; he couldn't lose everything he had tried so hard to protect! Then the old human stepped on his hand and Steve let out a cry of agony. Steve began shaking in terror as the old human lifted a strange object while continuing to step on his hand. Everything became black as the butt of the strange object hit him in the head; he had lost . . ..

Author's endnote: Poor Steve, you shouldn't just attack everyone you see! Hopefully this was an enjoyable chapter! :D