A woman floats in space, it is the 23rd of September 2183, it just so happens that today is the day she dies.

Her name is Commander Jane Shepard as previously mentioned today is the day she dies. Scattered around her is the remains of her ship floating through the airless void.

She has a variety of interests including, among other things, LIVING TO SEE ANOTHER DAY.

She can't do that now, she is busy dying.

Other interests include the 'APPROPRIATION AND REDISTRIBUTION' of operational assets (or anything really) and she is known to be the single best 'redistributor' of military grade small arms back to law enforcement in council space. She has a fondness for SNOOPING and being precisely where she is LEAST WANTED, which has served her well in her career as an INFILTRATOR.

What will she do?

Pull something from her sylladex to survive.

Not on the cards I'm afraid, her SLIGHT OF HAND modus contains many things from perfectly legal security passcards (appropriated) to a slightly used (ventilated) M35 Mako, appropriated when no-one was looking. But precious little which can get her out of this and that which would help her the modus wont let her access.

Grasp at straws.

There are no straws nor anything of the type upon which to grasp, I'm afraid that the last of her air is gone.

Lose consciousness.

As she looses consciousness. Her last impression of the living world is of red, horns and wings?

Awaken.

The rogue jolts out of her bed gasping for air, before her is a elegant ivory carapacian wearing a strange golden Ring.

"Rogue of Life, Welcome to Prospit."

This is a homestuck/mass-effect crossover. Each property is the belongs to Hussie and Bioware respectively and I claim nothing.

This Fic assumes mass effect knowledge but i will be playing reasonably fast and loose with the rules in order to merge the considerably Skhitzo-tech applications and effects of things appearing in homestuck. Echeladders are a thing (rpg type levels) and each of the players starts off at about the level of power as Dad or Mom from homestuck. everyone gets echeladders/levels so expect some surprisingly tough baddies.

I will try my hardest to keep the physics and other science fiction elements as hard as possible within the stated phlebotinum in universe and in the background I am running the numbers on precisely what it possible, plausible or absolute bullshit. If I cock it up, tell me and I'll either show my working or make a change. I am the author so i reserve the right to tell you to sod off. Acts of God/Players are not covered by this guarantee as are the fact that high level characters can do things that should not be strictly possible.

There will be regular Codex entries to help define the setting and define the interpretation of cannon which i am using in this fic, if you want a detailed explanation of something drop me a PM or review and ill consider putting together a codex entry. The same goes for plot holes and egregious grammar errors.

Reviews and suggestions are welcome as this is my first fic and I may end up running out of ideas. Go Nuts.