I don't own Mass Effect, It's the Intellectual property of EA/Bioware. I don't own Voltron, it's the intellectual property of DreamWorks.

A/N: This is the prologue of my Reimaging/Retelling of Mass Effect with Voltron thrown into the mix. Dates and Events will be changed to aid the narrative. Segments from the games will be present but with alterations here and there. Now in joy the story my N7 family

Prologue

Inhospitable, unstable volcanic planet. The signal source was near a volatile volcano, making it next to impossible to land on the planet's surface. With no safe place to land the exploration team had to proceed with some out of the box thinking. Taking a play from the Turian's mobile infantry They launched themselves from high orbit o the surface. They should land on stable ground assuming their subterranean scans are accurate and if the impact doesn't alter the pod's trajectory.

"30 to surface." As the pod descends towards the surface. The crew felt a mix of fear and anxiety, knowing the fact that they'll be the first intelligent life forms to land on the planet.

The pod skated on the ground like a pebble skipping over water. They exited the contraption. The three-man team consisted of a turian soldier named Ocataia Victriso, an Asari adept who went by Kasis Lirix and lastly Codan Hiks the Salarian. Without a means of transportation, they had to venture forth on foot. Despite the surface temperature being 49 degrees Celsius.

Come on put some haste in those steps, we have a limited time window," Ocataia barked. As she lifts her gaze to the charcoaled sky. The stifling air hissed in her comms mocking her efforts. She thought grimly, "Why couldn't it be somewhere nicer!"

Using her biotics, Kasis cast a spherical mobile dome around the group. Although it didn't lower the temperature as much she believed it was better than doing nothing.

Codan`s radar began beeping louder and more frequent. "I don't see anything," he muttered, "but there must be something out there."

They nodded knowingly. Turning, he followed their mate's gaze "radars don't lie."

Without warning the Salarian suddenly broke ranks and galloped off into the smog. Expressions of surprise were joined by frustrated curses as they gave on the molten terrain was an obstacle course they weren't a fan of. Octaia went down, hitting her knee hard. She promptly jumped back up to resume the chase. Whatever it was that the radar had picked up had drawn Codan away from the comparative shelter and safety of the barrier.

The energetic Salarian came to a halt at a wide gap. He stood there gazing down the pit. They caught up with him

"whatever you picked up stops here," Kasis contended, "and resides down there"

"I don't see how we can get down there" the turian muttered as she looked on.

As they were debating the ground beneath them shook. Then the ground started to part as if smashed open by a gigantic cleaver. The Asari nearly fell through, only to be caught at the last instant by her turian companion and pulled to safety. The Salarian was not so lucky. His terrified whines shrank with distance as he Slid downward and disappeared.

Fortunately for him, the fissure was no more than thirty feet deep and the wall tolerably slanted. Still, he landed hard when he hit rock bottom. Dazed but otherwise unhurt, he rose slowly to his feet. His suit and vitals seemed to be intact. He patched into his Comm, reassuring the frantic shouts that flooded his helmet.

"I'm okay, guys nothing damaged but my self-esteem." His hearty response brought forth sighs of relief and a chuckle. Having reassured the squad, he set about reassuring himself and promptly failed.

Codan noticed a small opening in the rock wall. the entrance was tight but was sure he could squeeze on through. Not one to shy away from the challenge he enters.

As he continued down the path, the small tunnel began to widen. Until he reached a cavern. The wall was covered in weird symbols. When Codan studied the odd carvings, he began noticing a pattern. These murals depicted a story about some sort of animal snapped machine, likes of which he had never seen before. Each individual color represented a vaguely different form of the same creature. Red and green were the smallest, blue and yellow were next in size, the black one was the largest of the pride.

So, mesmerized by the art, he barely registered his own body leading him up to a particularly prideful visage of the red beast. Above what looked to be a field of lava, it stood proud and undaunted even as a volcano erupted behind it. Surrounded by a hexagonal dome of electro-lights a massive mechanical beast sat on the only island in a boiling lake of lava, regal and very much alive in what

The face stared back at him. It was all very foreign and frightening. He took courage from the fact that whatever it was, it was unmoving. He may lack several qualities, but courage was not one of them. Advancing slowly, he reached out and touch the shield. Light suddenly burst forth, bright and intense as a star that hadn't been seen in days it was replete with symbols and visions of the past. Salarian had no time to analyze the signs. He screamed and staggered backward, clawing at the burning pain that seared his corneas. Hearing his screams through the comms, the two clustered around the rim of the fissure and shouted frantically on the comms.

"Like Mount Everest inside an oven," was the words Jon Grissom used to describe Aratoht while on a fact-finding mission to see if the garden world was worth contestation with the batarians. His team ultimately decided that the planet's air pressure and oxygen content were too low for large-scale human habitation. Undeterred, the Batarian Hegemony colonized the planet's polar regions and began an extensive terraforming effort with cyanobacteria and invasive plant species. Alliance intelligence has confirmed that the colony has several batarian military installations, which are too close to human space for the Alliance's comfort.

The transport shuttles that came screaming over the jungles were flying too close to one another. With no one around to chastise them, however, their crews felt free to indulge in a game or two. Certainly, the commanding officer in the lead craft felt no particular compunction to adhere minutely to regulations. Life under the Hegemony was hard enough without having to live every moment of one`s life exactly according to doctrine. Consequently, the interior of the rumbling shuttle was presently rocking to the irresistible beat of batarian metal.

Once the transport arrived at the base on time. It settled gently to the tarmac below. The troopers emerged. They made their way off the landing pad. Marching to their newly assigned posts.

Inside the operation center, a batarian sergeant was staring intently at her console. A readout had materialized that she was unable to identify.

"Inbound unidentified aircraft, eight miles out and closing." She announced.

Within seconds the watch commander was at her side, peering down at the same readout. He could make no sense of it than the sergeant seated in front of the monitor. He could, however, react to it.

"Unidentified aircraft, you`re in restricted Batarian hegemony airspace, proceed stat west out of the area." He warned. There followed was complete silence, no unintelligible static just silence. The Watch commander saw this as deliberate action. In this situation, he was not going to extended contemplation. "Talon One and Two head to these coordinates for an interception."

The Talons on patrol located the aircraft. What they saw had them in complete shock. Before the talons had time to react, they were shot out of the sky. Only chunks of debris rained on Aratoht's surface.

"Sir, Talon One and Two were shot down,"

The watch commander`s brow furrowed.

"target is closing in on our position."

"get me guns pointed in that things direction," he barked. The rising whine of the general alarm, batarian soldiers poured out of the barracks and other buildings. A flotilla of armored rovers was stationed at the landing zone. The troops were ill at ease with the order they received. Nervous fingers hovered close to well-crafted triggers. As MPs working on Aratoht they had been trained to act as deterrents. unlike those station in the colonies who dealt with a whole litany of exotic possibilities.

"Hey…" a gunner in the nearest rover suddenly pointed out.

A quick little glimmer appeared in the sky. Then like lightning bolt, a massive object landed in the base. Decimating an entire row of parked Rovers. It created a thunderclap, a wall of air knocked the rovers and troops off the floor, sending them backward with sheer force. The blast blew out every window in the control tower and knocked those inside to the ground. Shattered glass cut and scoured exposed flesh, sending drops of blood all over the clean floor.

The troops ran for cover or dove behind anything to protect themselves. Screams and shouts of confusion punctuated the periodic explosions. The combination of fire and smoke made visibility near impossible. All they saw was the ramping creature`s towering legs. A foot rose and descended nearby shaking the ground as it crushed a rover to scrap.

Within the command center, found their attention drawn upward as the roof was ripped from its support beams by an unseen force. Their reactions ranged from utter panic to stunned fascination as a feline-like face reached down in. dragging himself out of the rubble of the destroyed ceiling, the watch commander found himself staring at the beast above him. "What in the world is that?" his reaction, was echoed by everyone exposed to the massive creature.

The batarian troops looked and stared. It was some sought of automation, cat like in general appearance, appropriately quad symmetrical. But in many respects strikingly and ominously. Each soldier took up defensive positions behind walls and vehicles. They raised the muzzle of their weapons and fired. The bullets were absorbed by its barriers. This garnered the beast attention. The lion`s targeting system located and homed in on it assailants. Weaponry was unleashed a blue hot plasma that erupted against walls, vehicles, and buildings, vaporizing everything with which came into contact. Plasma touched down and blew a crater in the ground.

In the absence of wind, it took a moment for the dust to settle. When it had cleared enough to see again, the black creature spotted something moving in the center of the hell that it had unleashed on the troops. A lone Batarian captain crawling around, clearly in distress. Breathing hard. Part of his armor was tinted a nonregulation red, a dark stain spreading fast.

The Batarian cease crawling once he heard the thunderous footsteps approaching his direction. He turned around to see two bright yellow optics glaring right through him.

A/N: Yup, as you can see this is only a taste of what's to come next. Let's find out in the next chapter together my N7 family.