So, this is a Crossover fanfiction that mainly features Original Characters. There may be some references to the characters from canon, but for the most part, the focus is on these OCs.
In regards to plot and character names, I've taken some inspiration from other fics, including but not limited to, In the Shadow of Gods, Outcast Effect, and the Enemy of my Enemy. If you haven't read any of them, I would highly recommend it.
Anyway, I do not own Halo or Mass Effect.
In the depths of space, a lone cruiser emerged from FTL, heading into orbit over a desert planet. The ship, known as the Deliverance, was crewed by the mercenaries of CAT6, who were currently on a long term mission to find useful salvage and resources.
On the ship's CIC, Commander Lela Sato sighed as she looked over the new data that had come in. They had picked up an odd signal coming from the planet's surface, and near the signal's location, an unusual storm had broken out in the atmosphere.
"We've arrived in orbit." The helmsman called out, clad in merc armor. Sato nodded.
"Begin deep scans and get the probes deployed."
As her crew made to follow her orders, she barely paid attention, her mind drifting back to the things that had happened in her life. Previously, she had been an N7, one of the best in the Alliance Military. Of her class, only one person had scored higher than her: John Shepard.
She seethed at the thought of that bastard, that... self-righteous alien-loving traitor. She had wanted nothing more than to drive an omniblade through his skull. To prove that she was the better combatant, and with her biotics, that should've been easy.
Unfortunately, the Alliance discharged her early in her service, for being "mentally unstable." She snorted inwardly; that was the thanks she got for killing those alien spies. Those cowards in the Alliance didn't want her talents, which was their loss.
Even Cerberus refused to have anything to do with her, which infuriated Sato to no end. So she ended up joining with the CAT6 mercenary organization, and eventually she ended up helping Maya Brook's campaign to rid the galaxy of Shepard.
She didn't care that Shepard was the hero of the Reaper War. She didn't care that the attempt by CAT6 to help Shepard's clone kill him hadn't worked. She was glad that those attempts had failed, as she was the one who deserved to kill Shepard herself.
Of course, the events after the Reaper war had made that goal almost completely unattainable, especially now, due to Shepard's alliance with-
"Uh, ma'am? We're picking up unusual readings on the planet's surface."
"Define unusual," She quietly whispered, biotic aura glowing as she was pulled out of her musings. She really hated when her subordinates interrupted her train of thought.
"Well," The sensor officer said carefully, "The storm is outputting some strange readings, but that's not the weird part. Scans are detecting energy signals from on the ground."
When the image had resolved, several of the bridge crew gasped, while she smiled and turned to her two guards.
"Prepare the forces for ground combat." She ordered her two guards, who left the room. Then she turned to the comm operator. "And contact the rest of our fleet. That ship will be ours."
The image showed a mostly intact five kilometer long silver-white alien vessel crashed into a mountain range, with a prominent whale-like shape, and hooked bow.
As the CAT6 cruiser descended into the atmosphere, another ship emerged from FTL. Unlike the human designed cruiser, this ship was all soft curves and silver-white showcasing the traditional aesthetics of the asari.
On board the ship's bridge, the all-asari crew observed the readings they had recieved, showing the CAT6 ship, and the target they were descending towards. These were the mercenaries of the Athame Sisters, an all-asari PMC headed by an ex-Council Spectre named D'ranna T'iala, an asari supremacist at heart.
The Sisters had been tracking a strange alien signal which seemed to originate from this planet, and now that they were in orbit, the asari now learned where it had originated from: a world that once held the last remnants of the Geth Heretic faction.
The bridge crew were in awe at the sight of the massive crashed warship, and ecstatic to realize that this bounty of technology would belong to them. D'ranna on the other hand, was more concerned with the immediate situation.
"Have the humans detected our arrival?" She questioned the sensor operator.
"Quite likely." The operator replied. "It's possible that the storm is scrambling their sensors, but it's extremely unlikely that they didn't detect our arrival."
D'ranna paused, taking a moment to process this information. Then she turned to the ship's weapon officer.
"Can we target their ship from here?"
"Not without risking damage to the crash site." The officer replied. "If we open fire now, we could destroy any functioning technology that's left."
"Pity." D'ranna muttered. "Prepare the shuttles and Mantises. We'll show these humans what it means to take on asari commandos."
Cheering erupted from the bridge before orders were relayed to the asari onboard. As D'ranna listened to everyone getting ready, her second in command walked up to her.
"D'ranna..." She whispered, "what do we do if there are survivors from the crash?"
D'ranna's expression tightened in fear as she realized what she was implying, then a steely resolve came over her.
"Then they meet the same fate as the humans." She said in a low, slightly wavering voice.
With a nod at the unspoken (yet fearful) order, her second in command left the bridge, while the asari cruiser descended into the atmosphere.
In a dark purple room, illuminated only by minimal lighting, several large figures sat hunched over holographic consoles. The dull blue lighting cast an ominous glow over the armored beings as they worked. Despite their relative professionalism and discipline, the crew were getting restless.
They had been here for several years, and while their supplies were in no danger of running out, it had been so long since they had live prey. Nevertheless, their discipline and loyalty kept them calm and restrained.
Eventually, one of the consoles began flashing.
"Shipmaster!" The ape-like figure called out. "Two vessels have arrived in orbit. They're moving towards the surface as we speak!"
At this news, a hush fell over the crowded room, as everyone turned to look at the center of the room. An even larger figure sat in a curved purple throne that hovered off the ground, clad in battle armor and a large helmet. Two eyes opened, revealing the crimson irises within. The figure let out a low chuckle.
"Finally."
I just want to point something out: For anyone who is familiar with my previous work, this will take place in the same multiverse that encompasses almost all of my previous stories.
In this case, I will mainly add locations and factions from Star Wars in addition to Mass Effect and Halo, with references to other franchises.
Regardless, I hope everyone enjoyed this first chapter and reviews are always welcome.