Authors Note: It's been a good long time since I actually did any work on this story (Early May 2013 according to the site), and i decided two things;

1: I wanted to finish this

2: I wanted to change some fairly fundamental things

If anyone has come across this story previously, please DO NOT spoil major plot points, some (most) will still be there but I'll be working on them to make them work in the story a bit better.

Disclaimer:

I do not own Mass Effect, Star Wars or Doctor Who. They are owned by Bioware/EA, Lucasarts and BBC/BBC Wales respectively.

"... Alliance Fleet Reporting, Turian Fleet Reporting, Asari Fleets reporting..."

"..Quarian Fleet Accounted for and Ready.."

".. Geth Fleet Reporting... All Fleets Reported in Commander"

"This is Commander Shepard. All fleets fire on my order."

General Kiran Dulius' X-Wing hovered several hundred thousand kilometres away from Earth, running dark. Even from the extreme distance, it was possible for him to see the flashes as the massive fleets began their engagement. The weight of his new rank and responsibilities had never been felt more keenly until now; this insane plan was his call and nearly every single person was here because he'd gone back and argued for military aid, called in every favour he was owed and manipulated where needed.

The force was thick with fear, hope, anger and sometimes the last screams, although not as often as he'd expected, of the humans and non-humans alike that were fighting this war. Somewhere out in that maelstrom was the Normandy, the ship he'd called home for months with a crew he had been proud to fight along side. It also contained the gut-churning evil he'd come to know as the reapers, only the visions of when the Voxyn hunted the Jedi compared to that sensation.

Relax Kir. Embrace Eternity

"..ogue Three, four lit and at 100 percent."

"Rogue Two, all systems are green. I've got your wing boss, just like Thessia."

Kiran sincerely hoped this wasn't going to go like Thessia; he'd barely gotten away with his life and had commanded the planet stripped of it's defenses on the way out. He checked his readouts on the main screen, and keyed the comm.

"Rogue Leader, on station. All fighters, all ships; Prepare for combat micro-jump. Power weapons, raise shields, lock s-foils into attack position. And may the force be with us all.

What was that poem River told me? Demons run when a good man goes to war... it was about Doctor, the 'last' of the time lords. Perhaps I should have told him, it's almost certainly too late now.

Kir, knowing there was nothing he could do now, threw the hyperspace lever and watched the stars stretch.

"Looks like a gun-shot wound to the abdomen. The armour seems to have taken the brunt of the force, but there is still a lot of bleeding to deal with. Doctor, get us out of here!"

River looked up from the entrance of the TARDIS to see the Doctor desperately trying to work out where exactly they where.

"You've not listened to a word I've been saying.. the TARDIS doesn't have any information about that planet, or even this solar system. I've got a date and I think we're in the Milky Way, but the tech is totally wrong..."

"Wrong or not Doctor, on the other side of that door is a nuclear weapon that is about to detonate. I'm not even sure that the TARDIS could deal with that kind of punishment this close to the blast."

The Doctor looked from River to the control console and threw a few levers and pressed some buttons.

"Ok.. slightly random co-ordinates, should get us out of the immediate area though not into a sun or black hole; my baby is too clever for that, and then we can work out just what is going on here."