I do not own God of War nor do I own vandred

This is probably one of the weirdest and most random crossovers ever, but I just don't give a damn

The pain was gone, the pain that had been with him for as long as he could remember had finally left him, the un-wielding pain seated deep in his heart was gone, and all that remained was loneliness and regret. The rage of his soul was replaced with a cold hollow feeling, as he felt his life leave him. Finally his journey of redemption, revenge, and destruction was on its last stretch and he could finally for the first time in his entire life be at peace.

Soon he will see his family, soon he will be able to hold and caress his wife, his one true love, the only woman to have ever looked past the rage and violence to see the part of him very few would believe existed the only woman he had ever felt connected with, both physically as well as emotionally. He will soon be with his daughter, his most valuable treasure, his precious little princess the one thing in kratos life that he would never change, she along with her mother were the greatest things that had ever happened to kratos, and he threw it all away for glory, he knows that now and he hates himself for it. After everything that has happened in his life he is happy, for the first time since he spilled the blood of the only people who ever cared about him that his life is now ending.

He looks around at the state of the world, a state he himself is responsible for. There is nothing left, the land has been swallowed up by the sea, and only the tallest mountains are visible about the crashing waves of an endless ocean. The world is dark the sun itself swallowed up by the darkness of his rage, the only light given to few reaming people alive come from the remaining fire scattered across the land and the moon, up in the sky as red as the blood he himself spilled on his mission of vengeance. The souls of the dead roam the earth their chains cut from the underworld when its king's soul was ripped out by his own hooks. Diseases infect those mortals who survived the genocide of the Olympians as well as the after affects of each god's death. The land is festered with never ending storms that threaten to destroy all what is remaining of a once great civilization overseen by the gods of Olympus, now the world mirrors what kratos life has been since his birth, Chaos.

He sits there now choking on his blood as the glowing blade of Olympus sticks threw his body, the power pulsating burning his flesh as it cuts him threw his entire body, his life ends how he has lived it, violent. He takes some satisfaction knowing his last act has ruined the plan his sister Athena had for humanity and the new rule to go along with the new world that he assumes Athena will be in charge of, all of the god s have ulterior motives to their actions, one of the few things he has learned from them threw the time he has spent with them along with their pettiness and arrogance.

"NO! That was meant for me! They will not know what to do with it" she screams, almost horrified at the sight of her ultimate power leaving his body spreading out to the world.

He's too tired to care, too tired to move, and most importantly too tired to go on anymore, he sees her float slowly towards him her transparent form grabbing the glowing blade and ripping the blade violently out of his chest, blood spurting out from the large grotesque wound in his chest, with her other hand she raised his head and forced his eyes up to look at her face.

"You disappoint me Spartan"

He laughs, he laughs with his dying breaths at the ghost like figure of his half sister as she turns and walk away from him throwing the blade, once thought of being the most powerful weapon of Zeus himself to the side as if it were nothing .He lays his body down still laughing as he bleeds out, his last conscious thoughts about his wife and child and what he will say to them when he sees them next, He has been separated from them in life because of his actions, he will be damned if they will stay separated in death.

Athena's pov

Hope spread all around her and into the world as Athena's rage began to rise from the ashes of her disbelief. Kratos, the destroyer of men and gods alike lay in a pool of his own blood ,nothing more than a lump of flesh and bone before her and giving his last strained breaths.

He was laughing her. Mocking her as he was nearing deaths door. Her, the only one who has ever helped him throughout his entire life, from his earliest years in Sparta to his declaration of war against Mt. Olympus.

Him, some bastard demi-god that should have been strangled at birth along with his whore of a mother. All the years of planning have been ruined by one last action of defiance on kratos's part, her only chance of usurping her father's thrown has past and now here she stands thinking of a plan B to control humanity.

He believes there is nothing she can do in her weakened state, nothing that can be done to undo what he had done, he was wrong. Though not as powerful as she once was she still had an ace up her sleeve, one final insult to kratos before he travels to what is left of the underworld to the family even she knows is waiting for him.

"You will never see your family again brother, I will make sure that die alone and you will spend eternity away from those you love"

With a satisfied smirk her fingertips began to glow in an unknown power, it soon traveled until it cover her hands in some unholy dark clue energy

"Say good-bye to this world kratos"

Kratos didn't dodge, he couldn't, and he lost too much of his strength and too much blood to even think about retaliation. The strange energy engulfed his body but he didn't care, so what if Athena got the last word, nothing mattered as long as if he got to see his family

A few seconds latter his body was gone leaving Athena alone on what was one the top of Mt. Olympus, thinking of ways she could regain the power of hope from humanity.

years later. some where in space

The initial sacking of the warship had gone well for the pirates of the planet majer, they had successfully over-powered the crew of turok space recruits and commandeered their vessel. They had just finished evacuating the members of the male crew when all hell broke loose. It seemed that the commander of the Turokean Warship felt that it was better to destroy his militaries flagship ,the Ikazuchi ,then allow it to get into the hands of the "vile "women.

So he, doing the most logical thing in his mind, fired a homing missile at his own ship, luckily, for the pirates at least, the ships main power force the paeksis seemed to have other plans, a split second before the missile blew up, the ship was teleported light years away.

When it was all said and done the two conjoined ships were on a alien world on the other side of the galaxy.

In the reactor room of the newly transformed Ikazuchi

The entire section of the ship was filled with large semi transparent crystals from top to bottom and all along the length of the floor was as well, things seemed to be quiet…several large armored mechanized suits the men of Turok called Vanguards were littered across the room covered by the same type of crystals.

It seemed that several people were there as well; particularly three young women were all sprawled out all across the room unconscious. The first that regain consciousness seemed to be the leader of the small group of women, Meia Gibson, the young dred commander of the pirates, she was 18 and stood about 5'6 and had a very athletic figure showing off her well defined curves that would have attracted the eyes of anyone who knew how to appreciate the female figure. Her hair was cut to a short boyish style, which still suited her well. Her skin had a light cream complexion and on the left side of her face, was a strange metal circlet that still didn't mar her appearance nor break away the glitter or seriousness of her blue-green eyes. She also wore a form-fitting suit that was gray, black, and white that also showed her curves even more

The aqua haired Dread pilot leader moved a bit away from wear she lay and looked for her two comrades…

"Is… everyone alright?" Meia asked as she looked around the room and for a brief moment worry flooded her as she saw neither of her comrades, after a few seconds she saw a heap of blonde hair and recognized it instantly.

"Jura! Are you all right?"

Jura Basil Elden was a 20 year old buxom blonde who was stunningly beautiful, the problem was she knew she was as beautiful as everyone thought she was.

She was 5'9, and had long beautiful blonde hair that traveled down to her lower back along with deep emerald green eyes that would have been hypnotizing for any man To add further weight to the package, she was dressed in a dress that had her front exposed up to her belly button which exposed her front well, with only two flaps of the soft and comfortable material covering her more than ample breasts and those were held by a ring on the collar of the outfit, there were also slits on the lower dress, reaching up to her hips, revealing her long legs and her feet were covered in soft boots at ankle length. Her arms were bare but she wore special sleeves that were held to her arms by brown straps of soft and comfortable leather.

The blonde groaned a bit as she lowly was awoken by her leader's questions, she turned over and opened her eyes and looked around her surroundings and was happy to note that she was very much in one piece and thankfully still breathing.

"I think so…I don't feel anything broken anyway."

Meia sighed in relief and shook her head a bit to clear out a few of the light flashes that flashed in her eyes, but that was when she recalled that she and Jura were not the only ones who had been in the chamber when the explosion occurred.

"Dita!"

"Hi!"

Both Meia and Jura looked in the direction of the voice and gave sighs of relief as they spotted the red-haired apprentice pilot lying on her belly some distance away from them and waving her hand.

The bubbly red head was the youngest of the three at 16, she was also a little bit shorter then Meia, standing at 5'4. She was the definition of perky; her bright blue eyes always seemed to twinkle cutely and were always full of excitement. Her long mane of deep crimson red hair held a golden headpiece that had the resemblance of a tiara that matched perfectly with her diamond necklace around her neck. She wore a short black tank along with a pair of equally short well... shorts with a matching coat with over size sleeves.

Meia turned around and gave a breath of relief that the excitable young redhead was still alive and waving at her. Dita then lay back down on the floor and made several comments about the events that had just transpired a few moments ago, she spoke to herself in awe as she recalled the massive flash of light as well as her interactions with the alien.

Meia looked around her new surroundings, and while she said nothing, she was in awe at the sight of all the crystals everywhere, she then turned and spotted the man that Dita had been chasing, flat on the ground lying on his stomach and appeared to be unconscious yet alive, as his breathing could attest, and next to him was the strange robot that she had seen him carrying earlier. It was then that a door to her left opened up to reveal several women being led by a much older woman who looked to be in her late 80's if not older.

The captain of the pirates, her first officer and their chief engineer along with a well armed group of their security team stepped into the reactor room. They had been informed by their chief supply officer Gascogne Rheingau (or simply Gasco to the majority of the crew, though she hates this unofficial nickname with a passion) that the two ships could not be separated from the outside from the looks of things, so they decided to do the source of the problem.

Meia and her two subordinates greeted their fellow pirates as soon as they had arrived from their shuttle, as the squadron leader greeted the mother figure of the entire crew.

"I'm really sorry that you had to come all the way here Captain."

Magno waved her apology off gently as she smiled at her young but talented Dread Squadron leader. "It's quite all right Meia. I just decided to see this for myself." She began walking and looked at the room, which was flooded with the handiwork of the paeksis, the main power source of the turok battle ship, well, former turok battle ship."Unbelievable." She then caught the prone figure of Hibiki .slowly returning to the land of the living.

"This the man we encountered while looking for Dita Captain, when Jura and I found Dita, she was chasing him around screaming about making first contact"

"guess young Dita got a little too excited about meeting alien didn't you" the captain laughed a playful and loving way directed towards one of the pirate crews youngest members

As hibiki raises his head up to look at the old woman, he had a face that could only be described as something between weariness, soreness, nausea, as well as having the color leaving his face as he felt his life has ended.

"It's been a long time since I've seen men. Were their faces always that ugly looking?"

You ain't much to look at yourself"

With that Hibiki returned to the world of dreams, before Magno could think of what she was going to do to this brat(oh she was going to do something bad) she was taken out of her musings by one of her most trusted crew members

"Captain, you should come and have a look at this" Gascogne called out the aged pirate captain from behind several large crystals

Captain magno along with Meia being the only one of the rooms three original inhabitants that was not too busy enough from either worrying about any permanent scars on her body or going over again how amazing alien powers are, followed closely behind.

What they saw was Gascogne along with several of the ships security forces circled around a seemingly dead figure of a man. The captain knew the corpse belong to a man because there was no way a woman could ever be physically large has the person seemed to be. He was laying on his back but he looked to be around 6'2 if he was measure from the top of his head to his toes, towering over most if not all the women the aged captain has ever met in her long life. His frame was equally massive, his shoulders were broader then at least two of her crew members combined, his muscled arms looked to be as thick as a tree, infact his entire body seemed to be chiseled and hard to the touch, she wouldn't be surprised if he weighed in the ball park of about 300 pounds. His appearance was as intimidating if not more so then his size; his skin was pale white with the only exception being the largest tattoo the captain had ever seen, it was red, as red as blood that stood out more due to the color of his skin, that began just below his left eye and spiraled over the top of his head, which was shaved, down his neck and back, up his torso, and ending on his left shoulder. Compared to the other men who the pirates had interacted with during the course of the raid, this man could be considered half naked, wearing only what appeared to be a tattered skirt along with a pair of sandals.

His appearance, though she would never let it show in front of her crew, scared her in ways she didn't know were possible, but if the looks and mannerisms of the others surrounding the body were any indication she was not alone in these thoughts.

"Is he dead? "One of the security members said aloud not really directed at anyone in particular, just looking for conformation on what she's seeing.

"What was your first clue? the pool of blood he's sleeping in or the fact that you can see the floor threw his chest!" another security member tried to joke to try to both look tough in front her captain and to break the tension but her tone of voice showed how unnerved she was , this was the first time new recruits like her had ever seen a dead body, especially one like this.

"Damn it" magno whispered to herself "There were supposed to be no deaths "she suddenly snapped, her mood suddenly shifted to a somewhat remorseful attitude, for someone she never meet let alone a man, the sworne enemy of her home world, she felt she should take direct responsibility as captain of the crew for the death of this man. She bent down to get a better look at the man when she noticed something she hadn't before

"It can't be…." She whispered to herself as if she wasn't completely sure what she was looking at

"I NEED MEDICAL ASSISTANCE IMMEDIANTLY"

He was alive

Sorry couldn't think of a better way to end the chapter

I'm taking a few liberties with the vandread story line, changing a few things to try and make it better fit with kratos's involvement

Chapter 2 will be much longer and it will involve the first fight scene

This has got to be one of the dumbest crossover ideas ever, but what the hell it's interesting and it doesn't involve harry potter or naruto( what is up with those two they get crossed with everything)

Please review, flame if you want I might just deserve it