~ Titan Nebula: Derelict Phantom ~

The Alliance Navy spared little time. With a hasty deployment of ships to the Titan Nebula, Operation: Reception was well on its way. The mini fleet was numerous enough to be a threat to any good sized group of enemies, yet small enough to remain undetected. It was risky but it was imperative no one know about this Phantom, at least until the Alliance elite got to unveil it to the universe that is.

Minutes into the operation, all was going as planned. They needed to get a full blown diagnostic on the ship, secure any evidence, and haul the entire Dead Drop 'package' to Arcturus Station. Two cruisers docked the Covenant Phantom, teams consisting of Alliance scientists and their soldier escorts. The eager researchers scattered into the derelict carrier - readings, photographs, and analysis was fully underway.

After the first half hour, on an Alliance communicative VDU across the docking bay, an audio feed from Admiral Hackett spat. "Don't forget Lieutenants, we must be as fast as possible and get the ship back to the station. This is like having a bloody carcass in shark infested waters."

"Yes sir!" The young man and a woman duo saluted, being helmet hidden blondes, both of Japanese descent.

"Lieutenant Satonaka, are the fleet's defenses fully operational?"

"Affirmative Admiral!" Satonaka replied totally gung ho. "We've got every zone around us patrolled by at least two soldiers sir!"

"Lieutenant Hanamura, have the scientists found anything yet?"

"Uh, nothing yet…maybe-" Hanamura replied much more calm, albeit a bit disinterested "… This ship is kinda weird." he whispered.

"Hanamura!" Hackett's voice quite got a bit more firm.

"Gah!" The young soldier shook his head strongly, giving his attention a good scramble. "Y-yes sir! I was just keeping an eye on my surroundings sir!"

"… Just give me an ETA."

"I uh… well-ouch!"

"Don't mind him sir," The woman lieutenant replied, elbowing him. "We will be done in another half hour tops!"

"Ow," Hanamura grimaced, holding his gut.

"Get to the research team and tell them double time. The pickup cruiser will arrive shortly and we have no time for errors."

"Affirmative!" The odd Alliance pair saluted once again the feed cutting off. Lt. Hanamura gave his co-lieutenant a cold stare.

"Chie that was totally uncalled for."

"Stop being a baby." Lt. Chie Satonaka grabbed her navy issued Tsunami assault rifle. "Yosuke, you just made us look like a pair of rookies," she poked him hard in the chest, "As always."

"Psst, I did not." Lt. Yosuke Hanamura defended himself. "You are way too uptight… I just got caught with a little brain freeze that's all."

"Tell me just how you got promoted to lieutenant." Chie scowled. "You sleep with a lady superior or something?"

"Hmph! There goes your free steak dinner tonight!"

"Whatever!"

From the spine of the Alliance cruiser, continuing to bicker like an old couple, the two lieutenants strolled to the Phantom, planning to rush those scientists for the sake of their rear ends. From an unknowing eye it didn't look like this duo were two of the most capable soldiers from the 10th Frontier division, but truly they were highly honored soldiers – if not the cream of the crop. Indeed, ideally someone with the stature of Shepard should be overseeing something like this, but with the Alliance so focused on Geth, Cerberus, and other gang factions attacking human colonies, they had to make do.

"AGH!"

"ERGH!"

The echoing shrieks shattered the silence like broken glass. The mission's success rate had just broken to a big ol' zero. It didn't matter who was in charge for this mission. It was now doomed.

"What the hell!" Chie saw some commotion ahead.

"Damn it, it's coming from the ship!" Yosuke moved in fast, both of them pulling M7 rifles into firing position.

The twosome rushed in a heart driven sprint into the vessel, getting a glimpse to a sight they would rather instantly forget. They trembled to their bones as they watched. An Alliance scientist's body was hoisted violently airborne, some sort of katana blade with crimson energy erupting through her chest cavity, letting her dangle there like a human death flag. Before they could react, in one vicious jerk, the Alliance scientist hits the floor with a sickening thud, blood draining from the now human rag doll.

"They're all dead…" Lt. Hanamura loaded his rifle, noticing the whole research crew and their armed comrades on the deck murdered. They all had signs of blade wounds, either gaping gashes through the torso, gory lacerations causing organ spill-out, or slits across their necks, signs of a stealthy kill.

"Who the hell are you?" Chie growled. "Show yourself!"

The two Alliance soldiers thinned their sights, only now detecting their squad's murderers. There were celestial looking silhouettes, no more than ten meters in front of them - three barely there outlines. This was a display of one of the most advanced cloaking systems they had ever seen. No one's radar was even triggered.

"Fire!" The two Alliance marines opened their gunfire, lighting up the entire transport, stirring up panic from exterior of the ship. The shadows didn't even move from the ammo escapade. They simply didn't need to.

What the? Chie stopped dead.

After a while Yosuke's shaking fingers also released the trigger. The two lieutenants were frozen, clenching their weapons, breaths paralyzed. Each ammo round was now floating in mid-air, a biotic field stopping the projectiles dead in their tracks. Each of the hundred rounds began to dissipate as if they were being liquefied away.

"… We're screwed aren't we?" Hanamura sighed hopelessly.

"Ya think?" Chie rolled her eyes in reply. "We need backup now!"

The cloaking systems shut off, revealing a trio of hooded beings in advanced armor, mostly jet black, gleaming in the dim light. When things couldn't get any worse, an enormous rumble begins to shake the Phantom, tripping up our Alliance soldiers. Looking out the exit the two only squealed at their luck, seeing exactly was waiting for them outside and it wasn't any better.

*ksst* "Alert! Alert! We are being under attack by a fleet of Geth! I repeat! We are being attacked! PULL OUT! PULL OUT! ARGH!" *static*

A sea of crimson lit up black space, being blitzed with lasers, Geth ships tearing the Alliance air defense unit apart from their vicious and precise assault. Leading the blitzkrieg was a dark abomination, fading from the depth of infinite black, dwarfing any other craft in the area by at least eight fold.

Saren's 'ship' had just arrived.

Two of the shadow trio leapt forward, a blade going to the throat of the two lieutenants. The amethyst eyed, gray skinned girl of the group spoke with a cold hissing voice. "Send this message to your leaders..." The girl's stare already gripped their breaths. "Like anything in this dump of a galaxy, this ship belongs to the Reapers..."

~ The SSV Normandy: Hours after Noble Six's Awakening ~

At the bottom level of the Normandy, adjacent to the engine room, was a place no member of the team wanted a part of. This was a place where a Geth shock blast to the head would land you – the Normandy Infirmary. The chamber itself was a decent sized space, housing many pods equal to about half the Normandy's crew populations. More than that and the engineers assumed the entire crew was doomed anyway.

The pods acted like preserves, keeping bodies fresh for years for autopsies and funeral preparations as long as the ship had power. The hulls themselves had metal alloyed frames with clear nu-plexi glass exteriors, mechanisms that sucked air out of the capsules built underneath. Luckily for Shepard, not many have had to rest here yet… recently only one could have been.

Sorry we couldn't save you Kaiden. Shepard thought with still that same knot in her throat. She had been running the Virmire mission over and over in her head seeing if any other choice could have been made - if that fate could have been avoided. She chose Ashley at the cost of Alenko and now she had to live with it. Being the Commander of the Normandy was no easy task.

We'll make it count. I promise.

With a heavy heart Shepard stepped slowly into the infirmary with slight hesitation, only because she was approaching an anomaly. Sure, she was the Commander Shepard, but dealing with inter-dimensional super soldiers wasn't really her expertise, or anyone else's for that matter. All in all, she planned to do what she always did. Be totally awesome at improvising.

Only the near silent hum of the Normandy engines could be heard as the Spectre carefully crept in. Noble Six was standing on the far side of the room, now adorned in an Alliance jumpsuit. As expected he was paying his friend Jun's last respects. Shepard sighed inwardly as Six laid the dog tag Garrus retrieved from Jun's body in the machine, slowly closing the capsule. With a loud vent, the air released outward, vacuum packing the body in the stasis shell. The Commander was about to say something but Six's enhanced senses already had her beat.

"I'm in Shepard." Noble Six pressed the button Chakwas told him to when he was done, the capsule with Jun's body slowly inserting into crevasse by a conveyer.

Shepard heitated. "... On the mission?"

Six watched the body disappear into the mechanical coffin, turning to her. "Do I need to take a test or something?"

"N-no..." Shepard denied, knowing this soldier clearly had the credentials. "It's just we haven't spoken to you much at all. Everyone's been kind of letting you deal with your comrade's-"

"Death?" Six shook his head reassuringly. "It's alright. He did what he was trained for and wouldn't have had it any other way... besides we Spartans don't die... we go MIA."

Shepard stared solemnly. Being such an efficient killing machine and calm soul wasn't something she expected out of a barely legal adult. The Commander would learn this quick. Spartans moved on business as usual instantly no matter what or who they lost. They were trained for loss at a toddler age. For even someone like Shepard, who makes decisions on life and death seemingly every moment, the almost robotic nature of Noble Six made her do a double take.

Maybe that's why you guys are so feared. You're like machines.

"We saw you in combat." Shepard mentioned the thought of the Phantom's footage. "We would love to have you on the team but I thought you'd at least have more of a-"

"Letting things settle in time?"

"Right..." Shepard felt like her mind was being read.

Six smirked. "When we were exchanging questions I wasn't really asking things I didn't already know."

Shepard was only more puzzled. "Uh, care to expand?"

"Sure," Six was analyzing the memory carefully. "When that... asari Liara read my mind. Well... apparently I could read her's as well."

Shepard huffed at the thought, thinking on the numerous times she joined the blue Asari already, only remembering a blistering of imagery. "When T'Soni does that Joining process with me, I barely get any details. You learned everything in a few seconds?"

With only a shrug, Six knew Spartan minds were unbelievable. Their brain functions show the ability to intake an unfathomable amount of information in very little time, especially the best Spartans such as Noble Six. Whether it was debriefs, names, places, ideas, or large dialogue exchanges, their memory showed signs of extreme photogenic/audio recorded properties. Shepard was impressed.

"So, you know about everything in this universe now?"

"Everything that Liara's mind showed anyway," Six affirmed, which meant now he knew a great deal. "Your team, the Reapers, your Earth, your planets, Protheans… and you being the best soldier in the fleet according to many, especially Liara."

"Is that Liara's opinion?" Shepard had a little laugh.

"I think blue has little bias in that opinion… but I can believe it for sure."

"Thanks." Shepard tried to change the subject. "So you're ready to help us? I am sure many people would be freaking out from the trauma you received, let alone dealing with these kinds of revelations."

The Spartan took a peak at his Alliance jumpsuit, it being a far cry from the MJOLNIR armor he was used to. He then thought about this amazing ship he was standing in. Nothing in the UNSC fleet came close to this. The technology here was far superior from what they had. But those Spartan suits…

"Besides my wear," Six pondered. "This reality isn't so bad. I was a deadman back there anyway as far as I could tell."

Shepard just shook her head. "Being sucked into a vortex and coming out the other side not scrambled, I guess you're handling as well as anyone could."

Even with the help of Liara, it was a strange idea to grasp. There was no Covenant in Shepard's world. There weren't Krogan or Batarians in Six's world. There were obviously two realities. The soldier duo wanted a more feasible explanation but they knew there wasn't one. He just had to go with this.

"I don't know where I am, and I've been trying to convince myself this is just a dream. I didn't think I'd make it out of Reach, and actually some part of me still believes my body is there and this is some sick afterlife joke."

Understandable...

"But I am alive Shepard." Six's voice cracked, feeling a bit crazy. "And even though my head hurts from thinking about it, there are two human earths." he gave a heavy breath. "Heck, there are at least two galaxies that exist. I don't know how the hell this is possible but it's true."

"Something I learned pretty fast is the galaxy only gets stranger as you uncover more." Shepard enlightened. "… By the way, what exactly do you remember seeing before you were… transported?"

Six thought for a good minute, nodding as a vivid cyan image was in his brain. "That blue light… yes… it was some sort of huge light." He began to pick up the pace as the memory cleared. "I was firing on a Banshee… then I saw a… huge sphere… no… like a planet. Yes a huge planet… It was coming at me."

"A planet just appeared out of nowhere?" Shepard asked, tickling her thoughts. "The only thing I can think of are black holes that give that illusion… but a blue light?"

A Black Hole…

"Yes," Six's eyes seemed so dialed in. "So the next thing you know, I'm reading someone's mind and then choking her." he held his head remorsefully. "Sorry, aliens aren't exactly the safest things where I come from."

"Liara… she'll forgive you."

He paused again, sighing. "Then again the Covenant don't look anything like Liara..."

Sadly.

"No they don't." Shepard chuckled at the thought of her favorite asari. She was amused, watching someone try to intake a lifetime of information in mere minutes. "Don't worry about Liara. She's fine. Although I think Garrus feels like he should still be looking for his jaw on the floor somewhere."

The two soldiers of a different breed mutually chuckled this time. There was already a respect here that couldn't be denied. The moment they had their pistols against each other's head in a stare down they knew they were in presence of the best soldiers any world could offer. For Noble Six it was nice to be talking to this Spectre, someone that commanded respect like his Spartan leaders did.

Something like the Reaper threat needed someone like Shepard. That threat had the potential to be just as bad as the Covenant. Moping about his situation was the last thing a Spartan like Six would do.

"I will join and help humanity here Shepard but you have to promise me something." Six walked towards the nearby window, staring out into the starry space.

"And what's that?"

"Promise me that you, or your Alliance group, or whatever they call themselves," He noticed a glimmering planet nearby… looked like Reach. "Just try to convince them to find a way to get me back to where I come from."

Shepard sighed, looking at him sympathetically. "I can promise we try. But beyond your memory, and that footage we have. We have little to go on. The galaxy is-"

"I don't expect a miracle." The Spartan reassured. "But I just want a solid effort. I didn't leave much personally back in my home, but I don't feel good being here when I know the humans in my galaxy are getting torn up by Covenant. That war isn't over. And even if I'm the only one left? I'm going to take down as many of those fuckers as I possibly can till I'm truly MIA..."

Shepard once again admired his level headedness... yet fury for his enemy. She remembered the Covenant they found, each little detail coming back. "Those aliens… the war wasn't looking like it was going too well for you guys."

"No," Six shook, still wishing he could blast a few more of those bastards. "But if I have to go back there and be the last human standing fighting? I have no problems with that."

"Kind of expected that answer from you," Shepard showed respect , patting him on the shoulder. "We're gonna need this attitude."

They pooled a little awkward stare as first contact was made. On one side you had a beautiful young but battle worn Commander; on the other you had a just as experienced one man army eight years younger. The chemistry was undeniable. The honorable soldier in Shepard admired Six's abilities, never seeing anything like him before. The sultry feminine in Shepard thought he was kind of well… cute.

On the other hand, being a Spartan, Six was analyzing and admiring Shepard's body language and seeing the strength and command she demanded. But also being a guy, Six had his mind on her body for other reasons, the one thing that he really shouldn't be thinking about. Those jumpsuits are pretty tight around the curves…

Shepard was a babe.

…

Shepard would gratefully ease the little moment as she always did, taking her hand off him. "Noble Six huh?" She hid her blush, by turning towards an empty pod. "You sure you don't want to go by any other name?"

"You sure you want me to ask you about your first name?"

"… Point taken."

Spartan-B312 smiled big for the first time, "These Reapers are now my target Commander." The soldier eyed his new (much nicer figured than he's used to) chief in charge. "Until I find a way back, I'll do whatever I can to help you take them down."

"This was ironically the easiest recruitment I've ever had." Shepard grinned to herself, "Glad to have you on board Noble."

"Only aiming to please Commander."

~ Normandy Loading Dock: Five Hours Later ~

It was an unusual lap but the silent preparation for the mission on Feros continued. Everything moves a little fast pre-mission time. Shepard demanded it. Usually, even in this rush, Ashley could run through her weapons checks pretty effortlessly. Obviously the circumstances made it a little difficult to concentrate.

It was mostly a silent scramble for Ash and Garrus as they approached the sandy dust planet, for a few moments the Turian kept peaking over, thinking of all that had happened, hesitating but gaining the comfort and urge to converse. The initial feelings of distrust from Ashley seemed to be history enough. It wouldn't hurt to make a real conversation for a change beyond talking about how 'cool' guns are.

"The tale of Noble Six really gets the mind going doesn't it?" Garrus broke the silence, snapping in his disruptor ammo into the bottom of his weapon.

"Y-yeah," Ashley bit the bait, having a lot to spill from her soul.

Garrus pondered himself. "We turians have researched some dimensional rifts. Most of our scientists write it off as myth or legend. Maybe this isn't the first time this has happened or the last."

Ashley played with the ammo in her hand, thinking of the bullets Six and his humans used. "Huh, just when you think you got it all figured out..."

"... It is a lot to intake I know." The Turian put aside his sniper, reminded of Jun's primitive weapon – powerful but dated. "But for me, the answers will come and go. We need to keep our minds on Saren and the Reapers."

"And what if the answers don't ever come?"

"Then we'll all be deprived of much sleep." Vakarian checked each of the barrels for optimum efficiency.

KKST!

The automatic door to the weapons depot shot open. Shepard and Wrex power walked in with their heavy armor plating on full gear. Liara followed soon after with her tight blue and green outfit, the Asari's biotic abilities easily making up for the lack of armored protection.

"I talked to Pressly. It's time to go." Shepard led. "Are you guys ready?"

"Where is that Spartan?." Wrex scowled, stretching those stiff Krogan muscles.

"Didn't he get a little armor upgrade?" Garrus asked as as well.

"Isn't that a waste of time?" Ash was puzzled. "Our technology is far more advanced. Shouldn't he adopt one of our Alliance suits?"

"That's not true." Shepard began grabbing her weapons. "He and Tali have been working non-stop, combining pieces from Jun's suit and some of our technology to power it. There are some features in that suit that we could learn from."

"Indeed. I read some of the diagnostics when Tali gave me a rundown of what parts she needed." Garrus mused to his teammates. "The shields and armor, at least that particular armor seems to have some technology we've never developed. It's not merely armor, but they're exoskeletons that improve the wearer's attributes in every way."

"Strength, speed, agility, and reaction." Liara added.

"They tell me they can survive in space with those suits as well." Shepard confirmed. "In fact, it allows them to plummet from the atmosphere and live to tell about it."

"Can we take some of that tech?" Wrex was eager to know.

"I'm sure we could learn quite a bit from Noble Six's world." Liara closed her blue lids. "I've seen packs of these Spartans entering planets from the sky like missiles… it is quite amazing."

"Tali says it might be difficult because some of the properties and technology aren't found here." Shepard began walking towards the grenade table. "The suit is actually controlled by the mind as much as the body. The intricacies are far more advanced than our armors. Besides, a lot of that suit's benefits have to do with the experience and sheer physical ability of its wearer."

"Greetings everyone." Tali's mouthpiece glowed a little brighter than usual entering. She came in with a hop in her step as she got to play with new tech toys. Noble Six's armor was the most intense exoskeleton she had ever come across. The last hour was nirvana for the tech geek in her.

"Is he ready?" Ash perked up.

"Why don't you ask him?" Tali gleamed.

From the entry way the gray Noble soldier steps up to the plate, helmet shined and armor fully operational. Cracking his knuckles, and neck, he peaked at his new duds as the rest of the team's spirits rose. They had just received maybe the most dangerous soldier on the planet… and he was upgraded.

"Finally, we get to see you up in person." Wrex crossed his arms, chuckling to himself.

Ashley, like the rest, was astonished at the transformation in merely a few hours. "Tali, you really are something else."

"Noble Six knows his armor." The Quarian diverted the praise. "I was just helping him along with our side of the technology."

The upgrades were there but not too noticeable. The black suit underneath the plates still retained the temperament gel and above that was still the good ole MJONIR armor. Ciphered parts from Jun's suit aided mostly towards the under suit with the flexible jointed areas, and added layering to some of the weakened spots of the plating. The cracked red tinted visor was gone and replaced with an advanced Alliance interface screen of the same color.

A mixture of palladium and titanium alloy allowed them to reconstruct the suit to almost exact specifications. The reactive gel and circuits within the suit which powered the A.I. was still running strong, as well as the microchip in the helmet. All core structures to the suit were amazingly able to be salvaged and this was the sole reason this MNOJIR suit was still working.

The most noticeable additions were indeed the blue led meters around the belt, and on the side of the helmet, apparently signifying the new powering supply for the MJONIR armor. This armor felt lighter due to the mass effect field Tali tried to explain to little success. It felt like putting on the armor for the first time again. For Saren and the Geth this was bad news written all over it.

Shepard was satisfied with the potential of the new recruit, standing up to prepare to breach Zhu's Hope. "You seem like you're ready... so?

The Spartan grabbed a pair of M7 Assault rifles, eying the weapons up and down. He watched them transform into compact units, and placed them on his back. He grabbed a Volkov pistol, slapping it to the magnet on his lower leg, and a shotgun onto the other. A few grenades later he turns to his new teammates, visor hiding determined eyes.

"Just tell me where to aim, Commander and I'll shoot."

~ Derelict Phantom Site: Minutes After Geth Attack ~

A lifeless body was tossed out the ghostly Phantom, now the corpse floating in deep space with all the other cold dead carcasses that were killed and disposed of. Outside the spacecraft was full of Alliance ship debris and said cluster of the dead. Geth patrol ships surrounded it, making sure no one was going to take this apparently much sought after treasure. From the black behemoth himself, the Turian who began this evil plot appears from the depths of Sovereign with his own Reaper upgrades. The bionic insertions were the end of him. The little amount of Turian in him that was left prior to Virmire was completely destroyed by his now cybernetic self.

Saren's veins now ran Reaper fluid instead of blood and his bones were now as metal as Sovereign's armored exterior. The irony of the power he now wielded, all the biotics, all the tech, all the weapons, all the Geth - yet he was not even able to control of himself anymore. This rogue Spectre was too proud and full of hubris to see what was really happening.

"He's indoctrinated you Saren!" Shepard yelled. "You're going to be the end of us!"

Foolish Shepard… Saren grimaced as any negative thoughts are shunned by his mechanical half. The Commander almost convinced him wrong but failed. After Sovereign's help and upgrades, he soon saw the flaws in his moment of weakness. He would not outwardly question without penalty no more.

"This is it." Saren's glare glowed bloodshot red as he came upon the Phantom, staring at the dead bodies and alien technology. He notices the dead Brute, Elite, Jackals and Grunts. "The relic you seek is in our control now."

"Be grateful to me my servant." Sovereign bellowed inside the Turian's mind. "My fate seems to have given you a gift."

The rogue Spectre stepped into the piloting bay, to his surprise three shadows decked with Reaper upgrades were sitting waiting for him. The trio just stared at Saren with no emotion, all eyes glowing red just as his were. He noticed two hooded males, seemingly young adult humans. The one in the middle was a young girl who showed more of her face, amethyst hair with matching eyes, pale skin, and a dark beauty about her.

These are humans… what is going on?

"These organics will aid you." Sovereign rumbled. "This relic will be sent to the Omega 4-Relay, and these three will aid you to activate the Conduit. They are at your command."

"We serve the Reapers as you master Saren." The hooded girl, the apparent leader bowed down to her master, placing her biotic blade at her feet. "May our day of enlightenment soon come."

"I'm sure." Saren was not amused; his disdain for human beings amplified by his Reaper enhancements. Seeing similar 'improvements' installed in all three of these servants made him question his purpose. What was going on? He thought he was the only organic sided with the Reapers. At some point in time Sovereign had recruited more to his cause. Why the sudden need for more? And these were foolish humans no less!

Is it the relic?

"Ergh!" Saren growled, suddenly smashing a chunk of the ship with his bare hands, an unbearable pain shooting up his metal spine.

"The fool Shepard believes he has help in the one they found here." Sovereign chillingly growled. "When you meet the armored warrior of the relic, my three servants will know what to do."

"I see," Saren scowled, recovering his breaths, turning to the trio of death in front of him. "Tell me your damn names."

"Only I have a name and I speak for my servants." The grayish girl almost whispered. "My name is Raven."

The broken Turian only nodded with little care, stalking towards the front of the ship as if someone told him to like a machine, slowly placing his hands on the monitor. His Turian/Reaper claws began to glow red, the Phantom actually starting to move. Without Benezia, his abuse turned to the young Raven, grabbing her viciously by the throat.

"You three will take this ship to the Omega 4-Relay and make sure it makes it to the other side. I will head to Illos to activate the conduit. You three will meet me there to take out Shepard and his new ally if they make it through the Geth lines. Failure is death! Understand?"

"Y-yes…nngh… master." Raven replied stoically as she was released, holding her throat.

Saren paid no attention. The ship began to glow from within, energy actually being transferred to the broken carrier somehow some way. Raven and her disciples stared on as they watched their master Sovereign bring this ship back from the dead. Its energy source begins to glow a bright blue, but quickly shifts to blood ridden red. A holographic image of a crimson Reaper becomes visible on the Phantom's main console.

Saren and the Reaper disciples had begun Sovereign's final plan. This little twist of fate, this relic wasn't a one way street apparently. The well sized Geth fleet began to escort Sovereign and the Phantom ship off.

Twists of fate or not. The time of the Reapers was drawing near.

A/N: Nightmare of writing crossovers? Explaining how they crossover… hahaha. I hope I did okay. Brownie points for those who can identify the cameos!

Next time we'll get a lot more action! Which is my favorite part! I am still thinking on how to go with romances, as I've only solidified one. Any thoughts on that my peeps? I am keeping it open for my last second decision coming soon.