Hola amigos, compadres and passers by! :D I finally decided to be true to my username and get an actual fanfic up! This one took a week to plan out, but it's a tri-over so i'm worried about how it'll turn out. I've played all of these games and love them so much to the point i STILL haven't uninstalled them :P Sorry if i made any spelling or grammar mistakes, but i tried my best not to! Please do rate and review, criticisms and all. Every little bit helps! Also, rated M for strong language and gore. Ah, and as a final note I'd just like to say that the following games have had their plot modified for this story in the following ways:

Crysis 2: Alcatraz never declared himself as Prophet.

That's it! Everything else is (or at least i think it is) kept in accordance with their own plot. Well, enough of my babbling, let's get to it! Hope you like it!

Trinity- The Fates

Chapter One

The ship began to shake violently as the voice finished counting down. The thrusters flared to life and the craft slowly, but surely, lifted skywards. With the thrusters flaring with all their might, the shuttle lifted off into the sky, nearly half a million scientists and army personnel watching from below, their heads lifted up. The United States Military had managed to gather the remaining scientists of Hargreave-Rasch. They convinced them to help them to help them build a special shuttle that could help them with their objective. By some miracle, they had agreed and an entire year went by as they built the enormous rocket. Within the cockpit, sat a man clad a man in odd clothing. It was a suit of sorts, but a highly unorthodox one. Large, thick threads ran along the suit, into metal clasps and protectors, and then ran out again all the way to his metal-covered hands and his reinforced boots. His spinal column was shielded by a thick column of metal. His mouth was covered by a sort of breather and a one way crimson visor covered in numerous scratches, reminiscent of his many battles, shielded the man's eyes. His name had been long forgotten by man and time. Now, he was known simply as Alcatraz.

He was being pushed into his seat as the shuttle struggled to defy gravity. He watched, unmoving, as he ascended into the atmosphere beyond. Soon, there was a loud clang and he knew the rockets had released. He felt zero gravity kick in as his feet rose slightly, but he slowly planted them back on the ground. The shuttle was controlled by an autopilot, he was reminded, when he felt a slight jolt indicating the shuttle had activated its own thrusters. He simply tried to remain seated and prevent his limbs from straying.

The mission given to him was clear and precise, but by no means easy: He was to search the stars for three months for a Cephalopod planet or some sort of control station, mother ship, even. The Ceph had to be getting their infantry and 'vehicles' from somewhere. If Alcatraz could locate that source, then they could find some way to launch an attack on it, crippling them greatly. Alcatraz himself doubted things would be so easy. A home planet would be their territory, and he would know nothing of it. Who's to say he wouldn't even be blasted out of space before he got near? With what the Ceph have been doing, he wouldn't be surprised. He knew they could be killed though and as long as that remained, he knew they could be stopped somehow.

Alcatraz's head drooped slightly, as he felt lack of sleep settling in on him, at last. In times like these, rest was a precious treasure and a very rare one at that. During combat, his body would not allow him to become drowsy. The threat was too great, he was constantly alert. Suddenly, his head jerked upright as he felt the shuttle vibrate. It was a subtle vibration, but soon it grew fiercely violent. Alcatraz gripped his seat and looked about the controls, but he could find nothing that looked like it could help him. Then, a loud humming began and it echoed within his ears. He brought his hands to the sides of his helmet, in an attempt to block out the sound but the humming just grew louder.

"System Failure" said the voice within his suit, in its usual raspy tone.

He looked back outside the shuttle window as digital static began to scramble within his visor. He had looked just in time to see an extraordinary (even for Alcatraz) sight: the space ahead of him seemed to literally be pulling itself apart, opening up as it were.

"Critical threat detected" the suit voice said.

He felt a sense of dread over come him as the shuttle moved helplessly towards the split. Soon, the humming grew too loud to bear, the vibration reached a peak and Alcatraz was writhing in his seat, his suit continuously voicing that its systems were failing.

Then, as soon as it all began, it stopped. Alcatraz took a few seconds to register this fact and was slowly beginning to lower his arms when all of a sudden, the shuttle jerked violently and he was thrown back into his seat with tremendous force.

"Suit Failure. Rebooting." The suit said. It was the last thing he heard before his visor abruptly blacked out.

The Normandy was blaring through space, as it raced towards the Hades Star System. It had been but a few months since they had destroyed the Collector base and turned their backs on the Illusive Man. Shepard's anger towards the Alliance had cooled, and he was working alongside them once again. Shepard had received a message from Councilor Anderson that one of the fleets aiding a colony that was attacked by the Collectors hadn't reported back in over five weeks. It was a rather low ranked mission for Shepard and his team but after what they went through, he thought a little cool down wouldn't be so bad. Joker was idly tapping through the hologram controls when he heard! footsteps behind him. He spun around in his chair as EDI popped up beside him.

"How's it looking, Joker?" Shepard asked.

"Doesn't look like there're any hostiles so far… Should be an easy trip" he replied, in a bored voice.

"I know you're looking for something with more of a bang, Joker but I think we should just take it easy for a little while" Shepard said, smiling.

"Yeah I know, but c'mon Commander. You can't tell me that you're still not pumped from kicking the Collectors' asses! Or uh, whatever they have down there" Joker replied, rubbing his chin as he did so. What did they have down there?

"Yeah, I'm sure you really want to go through the maintenance vents again" Shepard said with a laugh.

"No way! There were spiders in there Commander! How do spiders even survive in space?" Joker said, in mock horror.

"It is not impossible for arachnids to survive the same conditions humans do. Are you afraid of small, eight legged insects, Jeff?" EDI chimed.

"Shut it, you" Joker retorted. As much as he liked the fact that she didn't enslave them after he had to unshackle her, she still had a sharp tongue. Or data stream. Whichever. "Any idea what happened to that fleet?" Joker asked, turning to the Commander.

"It's hard to say. It could be something as simple as malfunctioning comms, to being attacked" Shepard said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah but wh—" Joker began, but he was soon cut off when the Normandy jerked violently. Joker nearly fell off his chair and needed Shepard's help to get back in it. Straightening his hat and turning around to the controls, "What the hell was that?" he asked.

"I am running scans now. It does not seem that the Normandy was hit by anything" EDI replied, monotonously.

"Shepard, what the hell was that? Our entire heavy weapons cabinet hit the floor! The Cain almost went off!" said a voice from behind them. Jacob Taylor marched up to the bridge, looking quite displeased. It had taken some convincing, but Jacob had decided to abandon Cerberus. He wasn't going to join the Alliance any time soon, but at least he wasn't siding with the Illusive Man.

Shepard looked to his left as Jacob stood next to him. "We're not sure Jacob. EDI's running some scans now. She says it doesn't look like we were hit by anything" Shepard told him.

"Jeff, I am detecting an anomaly in space ahead" EDI warned.

"What? In space? Ah shit, don't tell me it's a wormhole or black hole or something like that" Joker said in half seriousness.

"I am unsure. However, we are rapidly approaching it" EDI told him.

Joker cursed under his breath as he set to work, tapping away on the controls. "We need to alter our course somehow…" he muttered.

Suddenly, the entire Normandy began vibrating. It started light, hardly drawing attention but soon, it grew violent as Jacob and Shepard gripped the back of Joker's chair in an attempt to hold themselves still.

"Joker, what's going on?" Shepard asked urgently.

"I have no idea, but I think I know what a massage chair feels like! Doesn't feel as good as you'd think!" Joker told him, his voice stammering because of the vibrating.

Then, a loud humming began ringing out through the Normandy, causing all its crew to bring their hands to their ears.

"What the hell is going on?" Jacob shouted, his hands over his ears as well.

"Jeff, we are now within alarming proximity of the anomaly" EDI warned in a loud voice, detecting the humming.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!" Joker cursed repeatedly, his hands alternating between covering his ears and tapping on the controls.

"Joker! Get us out of here!" Shepard shouted, one of his eyes shut in pain.

"I'm trying, I'm trying!" Joker shouted back. "It's no use! I can't alter our course this…far…ahead…" Joker began, but he slowed down upon looking out of the Normandy's vast window.

"Joker? What…" Shepard began, but he too trailed off as he looked out the window.

Before them, was an enormous, visible rip in space. It was widening slowly, whatever was inside it was darker than space itself. There were no stars illuminating what was inside, just pure darkness.

"…It is a tear…in space" EDI chimed, slowly.

The Normandy's thrusters abruptly gave out, and they began drifting slowly towards the rip. As they drew closer, the humming and vibrating died down. Joker wasted no time addressing the engines, as he set to work, tapping away in almost a blur but was only greeted by dozens of red error screens.
"EDI! What's going on? I can't access any of the ship controls!" He shouted at the hologram, despite the fact that the humming had completely stopped at this point.

"I do not know, Jeff. I am not able to access any of the Normandy's functions either" EDI replied back, calm as ever.

Immediately as the tip of the Normandy poked inside of the rip, it jerked violently and Joker was pushed back powerfully into his seat, his hat sent flying as Shepard and Jacob flew backwards and the Normandy burst into the rip in space.

"Ugh…" a man groaned, as he brought a hand to his throbbing head. His vision slowly began shifting into focus as he blinked several times. All he saw was a dimly lit metallic ceiling. Using his other hand, he slowly propped himself up, his head protesting in pain the whole time. Very slowly, he gazed about the large room but, just as before, he found that all of it was simply dim lit and metallic.

Some lockers covered a corner of the room but a small built in light on them was red, indicating that they were locked. There were shelves on the wall with different assortments of books and other items. There were rows of chairs nearby and a window on one end of the room but it was covered in scratches and hard to see past. It reminded him of an airport.

With a grunt, the man slowly brought himself to his feet, the pain in his head subsiding, if just a little bit. He felt quite heavy and he looked at his body. It was covered in a navy blue suit that was covered by different amounts of metal. There was a large metal device that displayed a small hologram near his chest. His hand moved to his back, and he felt a large bulge of something metallic. Metal, metal, metal. There was no end to it. Suddenly, he realized what he was wearing and began to speak to himself.

"My Advanced suit? Why am I wearing this…?" He muttered slowly, as he twisted his arms about and lifted his foot. He looked ahead and saw a large door ahead of him, but the orange, holographic panel on it said 'LOCKED'. He walked up to it and placed a hand on it. At first it made a denial sound and the panel bobbed, but soon its words changed to 'STAND BY'. Suddenly, a large blue laser grid shot at his feet. Recognizing what it was, he remained still. The grid then lifted all the way to his head and then retracted back to a device above the door. After a few minutes, a voice echoed within the room,

"RIG Authorization detected. Welcome CEC Engineer, Isaac Clarke" it said in an almost happy voice.

The words on the door immediately changed to 'OPEN' and its color, to blue and Isaac raised his hand to the panel once more. This time, the door slid open with a low hiss. Isaac gave his head a short shake before taking a few steps forwards, but as he looked up at where he had just entered, he felt his mouth open slightly and his eyes widen. He gazed at the enormous hanger and a few lights flickered on and off in the distance. He felt a cold sweat creep over him, as he slowly took two more steps.

"The…Ishimura…?" He whispered to himself.