Hey everyone, I'm back ! Well, so long for one chapter a week, uh ? Anyway, this story is not dead ! I swear it upon the Golden Throne of Terra ! Alas, fact is, I do not own ME1 (PS3 owner) and the ideas have a hard time coming, as I refuse to use every speech from the game. I mean, if you wanted to read the same dialogues, you would play the game, not read my crappy fiction, right ? Please tell me if I am wrong !

Anyway, things should be a little smoother once in the ME2 timeline.

Crossover should start in one or two chapters, and it shall be good. Or so I hope.

Suffering Soldier : Thanks for the support. I might still move this story away, if needed, but I feel it belongs to the Mass Effect universe more than anything else.

Chris Adair : Thanks, I'm glad you like it! However, this is another Grey Knight. He just shares the same name. The Mass Effect universe is not prepare for the sheer awesomeness of Alaric !

Colonel-Mustard1990 : It's a chance you were here to help me, I tried to keep your advices in mind.

As much as I would like it, I do not possess any of these characters/lores. Mass Effect belongs to Bioware. Warhammer 40k Belongs to Games Workshop.

"Blah blah blah" = common speach, understandable by every character of the scene.

"Blah blah blah" = when a character speak in his own tongue, english/japanese/french/whatever for humans, khelish for Quarians and so on...

Blah blah blah = Thoughts

Reviews are of course much appreciated.

Politicians.

In his mind, the word rang like an insult.

They should be acknowledged as an independent specie and get their own council seat. To make even more politics.

He mentally shivered.

Don't give them ideas. Focus.

As predicted, his shouting match with the Council led them to a dead end. He didn't even bothered telling them about his vision, that would have cause more harm than good.

All in all, he knew what would be the outcome of this meeting. He had accepted it. What infuriated him was not the unwillingness to act of some aliens; it was the impressive inability of the human ambassador to do anything useful that drove him into new depths of frustration.

No wonder the galactic community was looking at the humans as some aggressive brats when their ambassador was unable to do anything else but ranting and making unreasonable demands all the while blaming others for his flaws.

Therefore, it was a quite pissed-off Commander which was rushing through the Citadel's crowd, dragging along a biotic, an Alliance Marine and a justice-hungry Turian, toward the C-sec Academy.

After what seemed an eternity, Shepard cam in sight of a strange view. Among a group of C-Sec agents, the biggest Krogan he ever saw was staring at a poor human who was doing his best to intimidate the giant alien. To Shepard's eyes, his efforts were laughable. Or sad. He couldn't bring himself to choose. Clearly growing impatient, the Krogan waved the human away and took his leave under the anxious gazes of several officers. Seeing an opening, the Commander stepped forward, followed closely by his party.

"Urdnot Wrex!" He called, stopping the Krogan in his tracks.

"Who seeks him?" The alien shot back while turning to face him. He is enormous, Shepard realized. In fact, he was towering over him the same way Shepard was used to tower over fellow humans. The bigger they are…he mused.

"Commander Shepard. I am about to go for Fist."

"Then go," growled the Krogan, his reptilian eyes unblinking and fixed on Shepard, "Why should I be concerned?"

Too fast to let him react, Shepard grabbed the mercenary by the collar of his armor and brought him to eye-level.

"Because once I start shooting, everything that is not on my side will die."

The Krogan stared back for a long moment, as if he was trying to decide if he should bite his head off now or shoot him first. He blinked once and broke the eye contact first, letting a low chuckle escape his bulk and shrugged Shepard's hand off.

"You have some spirit, human. I'll tag along," he growled. "Be warned though, I'm the one to kill Fist."

"Fair enough," accepted Shepard before turning toward the rest of his group. "Try to keep up."

The ground shook slightly as Alaric entered the main bridge, each of his steps carrying the full weight of his sacred Terminator power-armor. A few crewmen glanced his way as he walked past them toward the command throne of the ship. The captain was there, a man so old that rejuvenative treatments no longer had any effect on him. For a moment, Alaric wondered about what it would feel like to wither under the blows of time like a mere mortal. He shrugged off the feeling. This was not the fate of the Astartes, let alone the Grey Knights.

The captain Devotos was a small bald man, and despite the fact that his face was a map of wrinkles, his fierce glare could still freeze where they stood any initiates clumsy enough to bring his wrath upon them.

Not that is mattered to the Grey Knight. After a few centuries spent staring down daemons and bloodthirsty avatars of some ancient Gods, only a few things in the galaxy could faze you.

Nonetheless, Alaric still felt somewhat uneasy when the aging captain finally acknowledged his presence with a sharp nod.

"Captain," he saluted the officer "I was summoned by the Inquisitor. Where is he?"

Devotos scowled, unused to be questioned onto his bridge. "Around his quarters, or so I was told. Preparing himself for the experience. I know for certain he demanded the presence of your brothers at his side."

Alaric couldn't help but feel irritated at the statement.

"My brothers and I are not the Inquisitor's servants," He barked "And he did better remember this fact."

"Watch your tone, Astartes," he snapped back "I am no messenger you can vent your frustration upon!"

The Grey Knight was somewhat taken aback by the sudden outburst. They were few, those who dared to openly defy the Adeptus Astartes.

"My apologies captain, I am afraid my zeal had the better of me." He sighed, "My brothers and I are a blade, a hammer to be wield against the Ruinous Powers. Our purpose is not to serve as a glorified security team."

Devotos nodded quietly, all anger gone as suddenly as it came, and let his gaze wandered around the bridge, observing his crew performing it's duty with a precision born from decades of practice.

"I believe we all play a part in His divine plan Justicar. It is not our place to question it, and we ask only to serve," The captain hesitated a mere moment. "However, I must admit that I found myself somewhat…confused by your presence here."

"It is most unusual." Answered Alaric. "But the Inquisitor Malach earned our order's Masters gratitude. When he came to us, asking for our help, we had a chance to repay our debt toward him.

"I see."

"My lords," a young officer interrupted them, handing a data slate to Devotos. "We are currently exiting the Badab System and are ready to open the Warp rift. As predicted, the Maelstrom stands on our path."

"This is it then," stated the Captain. "Let us end this madness, one way or another. Engage the Warp drives, contact master Nero and tell him to be ready to guide us. And put me through the ship's vox system." The officer bowed and left quickly, barking orders to the rest of the bridge.

"All crew attention, this is Captain Devotos speaking. We are about to enter willingly one of the most deadly Warpstorm raging into the Imperium space. If we succeed here, we might be the precursors of a new Era for the Imperium of Man. No matters what happends, stand strong with your faith. The Emperor protects."

"The Emperor protects," muttered back the whole bridge.

"Warp engines report!"

"Fully charged and ready to engage lord, the Adepts just reported that the Machine Spirits are willing. Navigator Nero is ready to take commands. Gellar fields are online."

"Take us in then. Brace for Warp transition!"

The whole ship shuddered, his very frame being put to the test by the incommensurable forces accumulating into his reactors. Into the void of space, a light came from nothing and the thin veil of reality seemed to ripple, as if being flayed by powers that should not exist. Finally, a rift was torn open in front of the massive ship, and through it the essence of madness came pouring into the material world. Splinters of energy tried to get a grip onto the ship, only to be deflected by a flickering orb of silvery light. Unfazed by the hellish dimension it was about to enter, in a fashion made almost arrogant by his invulnerability, the ship went right through the rift, and let it close behind him.

Tali could almost smell the tension filling the air, and she was in an envirosuit! Fist had set her up, there was almost no doubt about it. And with each second passing, her chances to leave this place alive were getting slimmer.

"The deal's off!" She said with every inch of determination she managed to muster and patted the Turian's hand away from her mask. The low angry growl that escaped him did nothing to ease her fears. From the corner of her vision, she saw the two Salarians tensing up and slowly reaching for their weapons.

Well, she thought, I can play this game too! She gauged the three aliens that faced her. If she was fast enough, she could take them down. Taking a slow step back, she prepared a tech grenade and was about to run for it when a loud cry froze them all.

"Hey!"

Four pair of eyes turned toward the top of the stairs. A lone human was standing there and started to walked toward them as if he owned the place. The Turian started to pull out a deadly looking handgun but the human spoke again.

"Fist wants to know what's taking so damn long!"

Tali's world seemed to crumble around her as her hopes of a rescue were crushed while the other aliens relaxed slightly. The human was closer now and she was able to see him clearly. He was clad in a black hardsuit, a single band of red and white running along the length of his right arm, whatever that meant. He was not wearing any helmet and Tali's gaze was naturally attracted by his blue and incredibly cold eyes, other features being quite alien to the young Quarian.

The Turian's mandibles flickered with irritation.

"Everything is under control human, tell Fist to wait for his paycheck. Saren will deal with this beggar."

The man finally came to a stop before them and Tali noticed a small symbol in human script on his right chest plate. N7 provided her helmet's auto-translator. Where had she seen that already? The Turian seemed to notice it too as his glance shifted a few times between the man's face and his armor.

"Where did you get that armor?" He asked "That's Allian…" His eyes went wide with shock as realization hit him and everything went in a blur. He was still trying to warn his men when a long blade of carbon steel protruded out of his lower jaw and pinned it to the upper part of his skull. Still holding the knife, the human swung the agonizing Turian around and used his corpse as a shield while the panicked Salarians fired at him in full-auto, uncaring for the fate of their companion.

Once the Turian's body was riddled with bleeding holes and the Salarian's weapons were overheated, the man allowed the corpse to fall to the ground and pulled out a gun of his own. He swiftly aimed at the Salarians heads and pulled the trigger twice.

Tali watched all of this with morbid fascination. The three henchmen never stood a chance, and the fight had been akin to an execution. She shivered when the human turned toward her and when his cold eyes started burning holes in her mask. His front armor was covered in blue blood.

"You're welcome," he said somewhat smugly "I am here for the evidence Quarian."

Slapping herself mentally, Tali tightened her grip on her shotgun and raised it defiantly.

"Why don't you start by taking a step back and telling me who you are? " She spat.

He shot her and indecipherable look, half amused and half irritated by her refusal to play along his rules, and crossed his arms.

"Commander John Shepard, Alliance Military."

She motioned him to wait and launched a quick extranet search while keeping him at gunpoint. The first result popped onto the mask of her helmet and her translator immediately started deciphering the words into proper khelish, the article was about some human world named Elysium. Her eyes widened the more she read. The man was a hero to his people! And she was pointing a gun at him!

The young Quarian lowered her weapon, looking somewhat sheepish.

"Um…Sorry about that."

"Better safe than sorry, I suppose." The man said, unmoving. "However I must warn you. Never point a weapon at me again."

The words were cold enough to make Tali shiver again.

"I'll try my best," She managed to say. "No promises."

Shepard smiled lightly and allowed his arms to unclench. "Now Miss…"

"Tali'Zorah nar Rayya," she provided. Noticing his confused glare, she added, "Or…Um. Just Tali."

Shepard's smile came back, a little wider and she tried to remember if for humans baring his teeth was a sign of anger or happiness, without much success.

"Well, just Tali," he said earning a groan from the Quarian, "How about having a talk about this evidence you happen to possess?"

"I…I would rather not have this discussion here. It's not safe and…" She gestured at the mess that used to be three living creatures moments ago.

"Right," agreed Shepard, "The human embassy will do."

"What? You mean, on the Presidium?" She asked, somehow startled.

"Last time I check, that's where it was."

"I know! It's just that I never went there, C-sec don't allow Quarians to step into…Such places."

Shepard was about to answer when the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the stairs cut him off. Tali's grip around her shotgun tightened and she shot a worried look at the human at her side, which remained unfathomable. An odd group came into view, a battle-worn Krogan was leading them, his armor riddled by bullet impacts. Next to him, a Turian wearing C-sec uniform was trying to keep up with his pace and behind them another two humans were trying to catch their breath, exhausted by the mad run they just had to pull out.

One of them, a woman it seems was looking somewhat infuriated.

"Are you mad Commander?" She yelled as the group was closing in.

"Chief…" warned Shepard, almost growling. She immediately straightened up.

"Apologies sir. With all due respect, are you mad commander, sir?"

"Apology accepted Williams," he laughed. "N7 training method. I had to know if you could keep up. Let's just say that you can be glad Wrex decided to wait for you."

The Krogan merely grunted, a glint of amusement sparkling through his slit irises.

"Miss Tali," Shepard said, turning once again toward her, "How about we make the presentation while going to the Presidium? We are in sort of a hurry."

Only then did the Quarian loosened her grip on her weapon.

What have I myself gotten into?

They were caught into the claws of the storm. All around them, swirling flows of energy were ensnaring the ship, ramming this parcel of reality that insulted the beings ruling this place by its sheer existence. There and now, some flickers of energy were passing through the shields, unnoticed by the ship's inhabitant, alien minds brushing their thoughts and savoring the meal to come.

"Gellar field integrity is about to fail! The Astropath choir reports that something is pushing at it from the inside!"

The whole bridge was on the edge of full panic. As was the rest of the ship, for sure.

Alaric had since a long time now putted his helmet on, accessing the ship's internal network and allowing him to contact his brothers.

"Brother Marro! Report!"

"Brother-Justicar, there is something amiss here…"

"Where is the Inquisitor?"

"Into his quarters, he ordered not to be disturbed, no matter the emergency!"

"Bring him to me! Dispatch any resistance you encounter, you have my blessing."

"Understood, in the Emperor's name we will…Wait. Did you felt that?"

A moment later, Alaric felt it too. A psychic scream, so sharp it cut through the very fabric of reality. A second past, filled with unreal silence and a single world came through the vox connection of his helmet.

"Daemons!"

Outside the hull, the Gellar field vanished and the Warp swallowed the ship like a starving beast. And from every corner, every single shadows of the Black Ship, hell was unleashed.

Before long, a single voice was all that could be deciphered amongst the screams and mad laughter of men and warp-spawned abominations alike that swarmed the dark corridors of the ship.

"I am the hammer!"

There you go ! So, what do you think ? Any advices ?