Around an M-class star, next to an Earth-like planet, the pride of the Enclave Navy was next to the planet. It was the most powerful ship the post-War U.S had ever built. The firepower that ship had could destroy an entire continent, with just one hit from its battery of plasma cannons. These cannons were designed to destroy enemy ships, by shooting enemy vessels with superheated gas at relativistic speeds. That was just the secondary weapons; the primary weapon fired a wave of AU strangelets that could wipe out several planets of life. It was called the U.S.S Washington.

Like most ships, vehicles, and armor in the Enclave, the Washington was designed to look intimidating. Its front cannon was a glowing orange, sending enemy ships the message that they would not want fuck with it. In overall appearance, it looked like a vaguely wingless eagle, with the strange look of a massive, five-kilometer submarine to top it off. It had no windows, only sensors for the inside crew. At points top and the sides and the bottom, the ship had green glowing plasma cannons, twenty per battery. It sent a clear, "Don't fuck with us message" by design alone.

Internally, the ship had no crew, other than squads. This was due to the manpower shortage the Enclave had. Instead, the ship's completely controlled by an AI. In fact, most ships in the Enclave were controlled by dumb AI cores. That cut costs and manpower. These AI cores were called ZAX 3.0s, controlled by the newest in quantum vacuum tube technology. That tech allowed the ship to fight faster, smarter than the enemy. Other than that, the AI was worthless.

For FTL, the Washington was unique to the entire galaxy. The drive was based on hyperdrive technology, a theory from scientists at the Commonwealth Institute of Technology. It worked by opening portals where the ship travels for days in another dimension. The fastest speeds with this technology were 4,000 light years per day—making it the fastest drive in history. Not only was it the fastest, it was the most versatile, allowing for super-fast FTL with no relays or element zero. These drives were standard for Enclave vessels.

As for any vessel, a battle ship needed shields. Well, the Washington had them—powerful shields in fact. It relied on photonic resonance barrier technology or (PRBT) for short. These shields, with enough energy, could stop a full on moon from colliding with the ship. In theory, these shields could even stop relativistic projectiles from thousands of ships firing at once. But, sadly, once depleted, these shields were useless; to be exact, as useless as wet tissue paper. Although, if the shields fall—not all would be lost.

The armor was made from a super alloy of titanium—manufactured at the molecular level. In fact, the molecular structure was so strong that only a nuke would scratch it. Mass accelerator fire would only scuff the plating. This was called Neo Titanium, a strong super metal patented by West Tek Materials at the New America colony in Alpha Centauri. It was among the strongest materials in the galaxy.

In the midship, at the armory, by some weapons, stood Commander Jonathan Richter of the United States Army. His mission: find out the reason why the colony vessel, the U.S.C Stromano, disappeared just ten thousand light years from New America. To him, though, the mission had bad written all over it. For what reason did the Stromano disappeare? It was rather fishy, to say the least.

Strangely, like usual, every bad hunch the Commander had was correct. In seconds, when he was just deciding to get a plasma rifle or heavy plasma caster, the alarm flared. Once that alarm was flaring, he realized something was wrong. Was it an alien? Did super mutants or the NCR develop faster than light travel. He didn't know. All he could tell was that it was bad.

On that note, Richter chose the biggest plasma weapon, the plasma caster, because he didn't know how powerful these aliens were. In fact, these aliens could have weapons that penetrate powered armor like a hot knife through butter, or worse, they were immune to plasma. Just in case that was it, the Commander requested the ship's AI, Napolean, to fire on the planet if necessary.

"I've failed to hail with the alien vessels. Their communicators are too primitive for comms. Sadly, we'll have to fire." said the electronic screen in the armory.

"Do it," replied Commander Jonathan Richter bluntly, carrying a plasma caster.

On an asari dreadnought, just near the CIC, Captain T'Vessa saw the immense titan of a ship on screen. The ship was massive, about two-point five kilometers long. Not only that, it was intimidating. The ship alone looked like it blast through a few dreadnoughts. Strangely enough, the ship was quite fascinating also. It had no element zero signature. Then again, the lack of element wasn't its only strange feature that boggled the Matriarch's mind.

There were green shaped tube-like devices pointing ominously at the fleet. To any ship officer, that was bad news. It meant combat was about to commence.

As soon as those green, glowing cannons were pointing ominously at the defense fleet, the Communications Officer, D'veta Teloni, rushed towards the Captain in fear. It could only mean a potential threat.

"What did you get from hailing them?!" asked T'Vessa in incredulous shock.

"These aren't Protheans—their communications tech is too primitive! Additionally, Prothean vessels, according to Dr. T'Soni at the Serrice University, wouldn't have a 12 stared-emblem with this strange symbol in the center. It can only mean one thing: they're here to attack."

"Fire everything at it! Destroy them like the last ship!"

In that fateful second, the asari Captain had sealed the doom of the defense fleet. As the relativistic round struck the shield, an ocean wave of particles absorbed the round. For primitives, they were rather advanced. Their shields took a round that was the equivalent of a non-thermo nuclear warhead. Worst of all, these primitives could have offenses as powerful as their defenses.

After that pitiful strike, one of those glowing green cannons fired a beam just by the ship.

"What happened?" asked the Captain incredulously.

"We lost contact with the fleet," said one of the asari by the monitors grimly.

Just after the beam of green death sliced the fleet like a tumor on the cosmic skin, the last one was going to be targeted, specifically the one T'Vessa was in. People in the ship started to panic. Soon, the entire ship fell under disorder. T'Vessa, as everyone aboard panicked, remained the only calm, rational person aboard. She, unlike everyone else, was more experienced with this sorta thing, since she was a Matriarch and all. Though, like all Matriarchs, their calmness only gets them so far.

At the moment everything went into disorder, the strange alien vessel was moving in for one last strike. As soon as everyone calmed down, the vessel fired a green, extremely bright beam at the ship. Air was turned hot. The only thing, in spite of some hot air that T'Vessa felt, was fear for the first time as she was turned into radioactive elements.

Tragically, the ship never stopped at the fleet. Instead, it directed its broadside plasma cannons to the population centers of the colony—a place where a two-hundred thousand asari lived. Within moments of doing so, the ship was in targeting. Just after, the ship fired.

In the haze of green plasma, the colonies were destroyed, like ants getting crushed by a boot. Like that, all but the military centers of the world were destroyed. It was like a light show—a destructive light show that killed many civilian lives. The place where the colony once stood was rendered a dark green, irradiated cloud in the atmosphere, rendering the asari colony uninhabitable.

Of the various military fortifications still standing, just around the colony, the ship sent a craft to each one. There was just four bases. Though, if it was just squads, the remaining asari commandos should kill the troopers, if they weren't ghoulified. Radiation made those areas about as habitable as nuclear craters. However, there may still be hope. Only time will tell.

By the time the VB03 Spacebird's landed, Richter walked out. The rest of his squad, Beta Company, waited for him as he walked out.

In hand, the Commander had a heavy plasma caster, plasma grenades, and 600 rounds of microfusion cell ammunition for his weapon. He could take on a small army with that get up. Not only could he take on a small army, each of his squad members could do so as well.

Standing in the mud next to Richter, were Jonah, James, Micheal Beard. All of whom about as heavily armed as Richter, and above all, they were even trained as well. They were from the Enclave's best fighting unit, Beta Company. Beta Company was the name of a unit that destroyed the Chinese military, just before the Great War. They all wore the same powered armor as Richter, MK II "Black Devil armor'. Just by that armor, it was easy tell they were elite. It was not every soldier that got prototype armor—only the best of the best.

Just around the squad, there was a grassy plain, right next to the base in front of them. The base was a dark blue, with a strange ornate shape as well. All of the structures were vaguely triangular, but the angles were soft also. It was strange. Like something from pre-War TV show that involved exploring; that was what it looked like. To Beta Company, it was strange.

The sky around said base was as clear as day—no radiation whatsoever. In fact, the radiation seemed lower than anticipated. If it were, the skies would be green, with lightning streaking through it. From that, the Enclave could send another colony vessel to that location. There was nothing there that could harm any future colonists after the mission.

"All right ladies! Let's march." said the Commander

With that said, the squad marched through the dry grass of the planet. The ground beneath the was solid; the grass was tall. They left a trail of dry dirt behind them as they were marching to the base in front.

As Jonathan Richter was marching, his gun in hand, he felt odd… almost as if someone was watching him. Like all his hunches, this could be right but this could just be anxiety over the First Contact. Secondly, nothing was on his sensors. There were no enemies, just dust and a massive base up ahead. Lastly, the enemy would not dare ambush in dead grassy plains without cover—none.

Micheal Beard, the soldier beside Richter, noticed something touch him, and in response, he bucked back slightly. It was strange—like a Chinese infiltrator or even a soldier with a stealth boy. Around, nothing was there. The only thing he could see was the shimmering in the shape of a female human. Strangely, it could have been paranormal or he was just seeing things. It was most likely battle anxiety, just a fear of the unknown, a hallucination.

By the time Beard noticed those strange creatures, James saw a vaguely human-like alien appear before him. She wore a spacesuit that was covered at the chest, legs and shoulders. The material was yellow, with an emblem that was purple on the chest piece. On her right hand, she had strange, vaguely angular gun. She just stood there ominously.

James, knowing this could be a potential distraction for an ambush, fired his plasma rifle at the alien's chest. She fell down on the grass, a twitching, convulsing heap. After that, the rest of the squad stopped; they heard an ominous zapping noise. The shimmers of human-like women materialized into full view of the squad, pointing their guns threateningly. Richter raised his plasma caster from his side; the rest of the squad, Jonah, James, and Beard did likewise.

Richter pulled the trigger of his plasma caster, and, in a whine, a green plasma toroid whizzed through the air. As it whizzed through the atmosphere, its core heating, it struck the alien female in the chest. Within moments, the alien melted into a green, glowing liquid, surrounded by skeletal remains and her weapon.

Beard on the other hand was in a melee brawl. The blue, lightly-armored alien punched him. Around her fist, a glow of blue energy, amplifying the forces of her punches. The hit almost knocked him out, despite being encased in 120 lbs of high-grade polymer and titanium. In response, his head fuzzy, his muscles weak, punched the alien in the face so hard that purple brains and blood were on his mechanical hand.

Beard Commented, "That's a bad hair day!"

The next one, the one the far-end of the plain, just to Richter's left, had decided to cast a strange orb from her hand, casting an aura around her arm. The orb flew towards Richter, causing him to be enveloped in a strange energy field, and felt the worst pain of his life. The sheer energy of the field ripped his body asunder, skin tore, muscles tore at a microscopic level.

Though fuzzy from the attack, Richter wanted revenge. He readied his plasma caster, fired it, and watched in slight satisfaction as the alien was rendered a glowing soup of bones and her equipment. On the other hand, his body was torn up on a molecular level. The only thing that kept him going was his suit, as it was injecting him with a stimpak.

As the stimpak numbed the pain, sterilized the wounds, the Commander felt as good as he was before he landed. That was what stimpaks do. They were battlefield anesthetics/disinfectants that kept soldiers in the fight. Still, it does not negate the need for medical care.

After getting his bearings, as well as that pitiful ambush, the Commander and squad moved on: any threats in the path were dealt with, and nothing could challenge the squad's advance to the base—not even another attack. From there to the base, the squad was on easy streets. No hostiles.

That is, until a load thunderous roar could be heard from the base. It sounded like sniper rifle, almost like the bang of a 20mm Chinese Rifle, used in a pathetic attempt to penetrate T44d powered armor—just back in the pre-War Era.

One of the shots struck James in the head. The shot created a red hot hole in the armor that was front to back. Blood, brains and skull and metal fragments flew out the back—like a smashed metal pumpkin. It was just brutal. James corpse contorted, but within seconds it stopped. The now brain-dead man died.

Just at the asari base, an asari named B'Sayle was taking her shot in the prone position. She had to take down the soldiers, who, for the past several hours were marching on the base. She had just killed one of the armored behemoths. One shot from her Oracle sniper rifle did the trick. Although, just after shooting that one between the eyes, the squad had scattered. They were sidestepping, making it harder for her to aim.

Still, the aliens' position were in the scope, just a few kilometers shy of her position. One of the soldiers, an eight foot-tall brute with a horned armored helmet, was still marching for the base. With that in mind, she aimed the scope, looked for any others, and fired, striking the soldier in the leg. The alien in mechanical armor was crippled; he was immobalized.

After that, she aimed for the Commander, the leader of the squad, who had just turned B'Sayle's friend into a pile of bright green goo. She aimed for his chest, this time, as to signify she was destroying the leader's black heard. As soon as the scope was lined, she fired. Another brute fell into a heap of metal, collapsed on the grass like a Krogan. In fact, these probably were krogan in her mind.

The last one, knowing his commander was killed, ran back the way he came. Unfortunately for him, B'Sayle had him in her sights. She aimed for some strange looking cylinder, vaguely protruding from the soldier's back. She fired. That shot did something unusual.

When that shot struck the strange cylinder, the soldier exploded, leaving a tiny mushroom cloud at his location. And from that mushroom cloud, the charred, almost slag remains of what was that soldier. For B'Sayle, getting revenge on the bastards who killed those huntresses was the best thing she ever done

Thing is, those Huntresses were trying to make diplomatic contact with those soldiers. Of course, that was before one of the soldiers gunned them down, ending in all of their deaths.

B'Sayle put down the sniper rifle, left for the mess hall, and felt satisfaction in her life for the first time.

Enclave AI/ Napolean

Subject: U.S.S Washington Infantry Report

To: President James Tucker

Date: Oct 17th 2257

Mr. President, on the reconnaissance mission to search for the lost colonists, we've had no luck. In fact, we're lead to believe that the colonist were shot by aliens as soon as they entered the system. All hope is not lost, however. We have eliminated all alien presence on that planet. Sadly, it came at a price.

While preforming the sweep, Beta Company—the most elite force in the Enclave—had perished, except for one. That soldier is severely crippled, his leg severed. The wrest had been evacuated, their missions successful. For Beta Company, we had to send in a dozen sentry bots after Beard lost his leg. As of right now, we need to look for replacements for the next elite unit.

Thankfully, out of the ashes of apparent defeat, we can take solace in a victory. That planet, even after my bombardment, is still habitable. We can set up a settlement on the surface But, of course, be vigilant. I'd recommend placing anti-ship turrets around the colony, so these aliens don't come back finding anything on the planet—just disappearances.

A/N

What did you guys think about the Enclave? I think these Fallout/Mass Effect Crossovers need some originality. So why not the Enclave! Anyway, I hoped you people enjoyed it.