Mass Effect: Spider and Wolf

Ok, I'm going to give another shot at a crossover. My first story I just took down since I got nothing but fracking theses that just went on how 'overdone' or whatever the plot was or some such. I'm going to wash my hands of that story but this one I'm putting in my full effort. I still believe I suck at story writing, but I at least have a beta reader helping me now, Sonadow345. I owe a lot to them for their help.

The Spider-Man cross is based in the comics Spider-verse, specifically dealing with the Inheritors story line.

Also, just so I don't get any questions about it, I use the Imperial system so things like distance or weight will reflect as such. I apologize for those who use the Metric system, but I don't want to slow writing the story just because I had to convert measurements every time. Now, granted, I WILL use the Metric when needed, like for ships or stations, as those are easier to handle for me, but I always have trouble figuring out meters and centimeters when feet and inches are easier for me.

Also, slight inspiration from Bored Peasant's Plan for the Galaxy and NihilMomentum's Mass Effect: A Very Terran (Re)solution. Will NOT be doing the media reviews as I am not confident I could do them justice, even if it would be hilarious seeing a krogan gush over MLP.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Spider-Man franchise or Mass Effect, those belong to their respective owners.

He looked about the black void he stood in. Well, 'stood' was a bit odd to call it. He knew he was standing on something, but he could neither see or feel what it was he stood up. "Great, first my universe is under threat by psychic vampire rejects, then I have to get my ass handed to me in a six on one in their favor, the Spider-heroes managed to save the Spider-verse, and then I leave to head back to my universe, only to end up here. I'm just not surprised at this point."

"Well then, at least that means I won't have to dance around the issue with you at least, Wolf Spider." A feminine voice caught his attention. He then turned and saw the one person that seemed to be a constant no matter the spider-universe. Wearing a red trench coat with red glasses.

Madame Web.

He raised a brow seeing her. "Web? What's going on here? And what do you mean about not having to dance around the issue?"

Madame Web sighed before looking at him sadly, at least he thought she did, it was impossible to tell with those glasses she always wore. "There is no easy or kind way to tell you this, Marrok. Your universe…no longer exists."

Marrok froze at this and his mind ran through scenarios at high speeds, all of them coming up short. "W….What do you mean? W….We won, didn't we?"

Madame Web still looked sad. "Yes, you did. However, there was still some damage done before victory was claimed. The damage destroyed only ONE universe. However…."

"That universe just happened to be mine, right?" He sounded broken at this point.

She nodded. "Yes. I am sorry."

He shook his head. "It's…..well, it's not fine, but I don't blame you." He breathed deeply before sighing. "So, what happens now? Do I just fade to nothing? Or are you going to drop me somewhere in the Spider-verse?"

"Actually, neither. You will be sent to another universe, but it's not part of the web." Madame Web said with a smile.

"Wait what? How is that even possible? If it's not part of the web, then I shouldn't even be able to get there." Wolf Spider was really confused at this point.

"Well, you'll have some…..help." She said before out of the void emerged a colossal spider that looked big enough to hunt down a bull elephant. Wolf knew exactly what that was. "The Other has offered their aid in getting you to this new universe. And since this will more than likely be the last time we see each other, we both have a gift for you."

Marrok blinked at this. "Wait, hold on, what do you mean 'last time'? Are you telling me this is a one way trip?"

Web nodded. "Yes, given the power required to send you there, it will be impossible to attempt such a feat again. Now, hold still." She said before she held her hands out and revealed a ball of metal around the size of a bowling ball.

His eyes were wide behind his mask. "Is that…..?!"

Web smiled as she nodded. "Indeed. Adamantium. However, this is all I was able to acquire, so use it wisely."

He nodded in thanks. "Don't worry. With this much, I have enough to study to hopefully be able to synthesize more. This will be VERY helpful." He took the Adamantium and held it up as metallic spider legs emerged from the small pack on his back and took it before placing it inside said pack. He then looked at The Other. "And what gift do I get from you?"

The Other's many eyes glowed and Marrok grunted as he held his head. Information flooded his mind and if he was any other Spider-man, he might have passed out from the pain. He shook his head as the pain faded. "What was THAT?"

Web answered. "The Other has given you the knowledge of creating other Spiders through science, though not as powerful as yourself. They would only have a small fraction of your prowess, such as strength, speed, flexibility, reflexes and healing factor, everything. Except for the Spider Sense, that you will have to figure out yourself."

Marrok rubbed his chin. "So, basically proxies? Or mass produced Spider-heroes?"

"Well, Spider-soldiers in this case, but yes. The universe we're sending you has no heroes like the universes you are familiar with, just normal people who do great things."

Marrok sighed. "Alright then, so I'll be the only Meta-human there then. Not much different than what I'm used to. So, what's this big threat this universe is facing?"

Web frowned before The Other's eyes glowed once more, the void changed to a sea of stars. And in this sea, massive cuttlefish like machines went past them attacking ships of designs that Marrok had never seen before. Web finally answered. "They have no proper name, but the people of the last cycle called them Reapers."

Marrok stared at the scene in silent horror at the destruction, watching as the scene changed and fast forward to show everything the Reapers did. It was then his mind locked onto what Madame Web had said. "Wait, you said 'cycle'? Just how often have these machines been doing this?"

Web sighed. "The oldest Reaper is billions of years old. And they have been doing this every fifty thousand years."

Marrok's eyes widened before they narrowed in rage. "Do you know why?"

Web shook her head. "No, we don't have that strong of a connection with that universe, hence the need for so much power just to get you there. At the very least, we're able to view the history and can select where to drop you so you won't be stranded somewhere."

He nodded. "Ok, so where am I being dropped off?"

Web smiled. "You'll be sent to the planet Shanxi during the First Contact War."

Marrok sighed. "Of course, humanity can't go long without a damn war."

Madame Web chuckled. "Now then, we'll send you on your way. This will be the last time we see each other for a long, LONG time. Probably not until you actually pass on."

He nodded to Madame Web. "Do it then."

Madame Web and The Other both glowed, lighting the void around them and almost blinding Marrok. The next thing he knew, he heard the sound of gunfire and explosions in the distance. Upon opening his eyes, he saw he was in some kind of forest with trees that he had never seen before. "Damn, she wasn't kidding. Well, better see if I can't find something to hack into." He leapt up into the trees and began leaping from branch to branch as he headed for the sounds of destruction.

On the way there however, he spotted a squad of strange beings. He stopped on the branch of a large tree and used the tech in his mask to zoom in on what he was seeing. They were all six feet tall or around that height, all had digitigrade legs similar to a dog or a cat, three digits ending with talons, and wearing armor that, to Marrok, looked more akin to metal pajamas given how it looked to hug their bodies, the irony was not lost on him. He also noticed that they seemed to have some metallic skin or plates with strange mandibles and a fringe of spines coming out the top of their head and going back.

All in all, they looked like chitinous cockatoos to him.

Marrok rubbed his chin before smirking under his mask. Time to meet the neighbors.

Paso Paetlinus was a simple turian. He only wanted five things in life. Good food, a good home, a fitting bed, a loving wife, and kids. That wasn't much to ask for, was it? Granted, he knew nothing was free and he was always willing to work for what he wanted. He had no issue with that.

What he DID have an issue with was the IDIOT Admiral that ordered this attack! He would swear on his family honor that the Admiral only used that law about opening unactivated Mass Relays to hide his thirst for glory and wanting to claim a new client race. Paso wouldn't mind having another client race, but ONLY if they needed to be one. The Volus were one thing, they weren't exactly soldier material and their navy was really only a bombing fleet or two, maybe more, but nowhere near enough to be able to protect themselves if their homeworld was attacked.

This new race on the other talon was proving to be a worthy match. Even on the backfoot, these 'humans', if he remembered correctly, were hanging on rather well with the determination that would make any turian proud. If he had the chance, Paso would shoot that Admiral before he ever ordered the first shots fired. Unfortunately, he could only pray he would make it out of this alive. The best he could do with these humans was go for no lethal shots, render them harmless.

He never did think he was a good turian.

As he and his squad went through the forest to flank the human entrenchment, his squad leader, Tullso Floricolus, had them all stop. Paso learned long ago when Tullso gave an order, out of nowhere, it meant that something was wrong. It only took Paso a heartbeat later to learn what that something was.

It was quiet. DEATHLY so. Until now, even with the sounds of the battle in the distance, there were still the sounds of animals about them. Now though, it was as if the Spirits of Death had descended upon them.

Almost as one, the squad huddled together in a ring, covering all blind spots. They aimed everywhere, scanning the trees around them for any enemies to emerge. However, Paso felt his fringe itch. He only got that feeling when his instincts screamed at him that something critical was being missed. A rustle alerted him what that was.

He snapped his head and Phaeston rifle upward just in time to see a dark gray and black metallic figure drop on them. Faster than he could keep up with, he felt his ribs scream in pain as he was sent flying before hitting a thick tree before he felt his body being restrained tightly. Shaking his head and refocusing, he saw he was covered in some kind of…..webbing?

Looking up, his eyes were wide in awe and fear, seeing that his entire squad was rendered the same as himself, all either against trees or on the ground and all of them bound by webbing. The figure he saw before was now seen better now that it wasn't moving so fast. It stood almost as tall as a Krogan and looked just as muscled. It was in a similar body shape as a human or a batarian, only it was covered in gray and black metallic armor that looked far too smooth and fluid to be manufactured.

Then, the figure turned its head toward Paso and the turian felt as if the Spirits had come for him. The strange being approached Paso before grabbing a part of his armor that wasn't covered in webbing and easily crushed it, showing his life was still very much in its hands even before it attacked. Those blank, emotionless eyes that resembled two large white gaping voids, stared him down. Paso had no idea what it wanted and was terrified it would try to torture him for information or whatever this Spirits damned demon wanted.

Then, as if the Spirits answered, he heard the creature speak, in perfect Palaven Standard. "You turians have made a fatal mistake. You have awakened the wrath of the spider god." Four metallic spindly legs emerged from its back, each ending with a sharp point. "If you wish to survive to see your beloved Palaven again, you will submit."

Now Paso REALLY wanted to kill that admiral.

Marrok was grinning widely under his mask as he rushed through the trees. He was still riding the high on giving such a scare. It had been a while since he had inflicted such fear since his usual enemies had either learned their lesson or were too insane to feel fear. He then heard a voice in his mind. "Really? 'Awakened the wrath of the spider god'? Since when were YOU such a dork?"

Marrok rolled his eyes. "Come on Lucy, I never get to pull the 'fear of the supernatural' card and I found the perfect chance. Of COURSE I'm gonna do it."

He could practically hear Lucy shaking her nonexistent head. "I swear, if you weren't my maker and best friend, I'd have left you long ago."

Marrok could only grin. Lucy was his A.I. he created years ago, based on Tony Stark's Jarvis, but fully aware and not held back by any programs or shackles. He didn't want just an assistant when he made Lucy, he wanted a friend he could fully trust and one that he knew would help him better than anyone else ever could. Truly, Lucy might be the only reason that Marrok had kept his sanity as long as he had.

It was also thanks to Lucy who hacked the tech of the aliens, the turians he corrected himself, and got data from all of their omnitools. Interesting tech, something he'll have to take a look at later. It was also thanks to Lucy who manipulated the tech in his mask to mimic the sounds and vocals of the turians using data from the omnitools to let him talk to them. He would work on either properly learning their language or work on a translator later, for now, he had a war to end.

General Samual Williams sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. He gazed at the holotable that showed the full city and the area around it. It was only a few months and yet he felt it had been years. The Turians were pushing hard and many men were losing morale. They were holding, but he knew it wouldn't be long before they fully broke. And he wasn't sure they could last until reinforcements arrived. He thought about his family, his son with his wife. He remembered his son telling him that his wife was pregnant and that he was going to be a grandfather. He didn't want to throw his life away before he got to see his first grandchild. He was being selfish, he knew this, but he didn't care.

He was about to make the call to surrender when a soldier, a sergeant he idly noted, came rushing in. "SIR! We just got word that the turians are under attack and in disarray!"

Williams snapped over to the sergeant with wide eyes. "WHAT?! Are you sure?!"

The sergeant nodded. "Yes sir! The turians that were on the frontlines were called back! Their main encampment is taking a major beating!"

"Which squad is attacking them? I don't recall any special forces in the area!"

The sergeant then gulped. "That's just it sir, it's…..not a squad. It's…..it's one man."

The general's jaw dropped. "What?"

"Rather, I don't even know if we can call that a man. He's not even using any firearms and yet he's tearing through the Turians like wet tissue paper.'

Williams still stared in shock. "What?"

"And...I'm pretty sure we all had a mass hallucination, cause we all saw him rip a tank apart like a kid with a Christmas present."

Williams couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was just thinking about surrendering and just before he could even make the call, the turians are attacked by what sounds like a demigod on a rampage. With all this though, he knew he could only do one thing.

"What?"

After his brain rebooted that is.

Marrok blitzed through the turians lines and tossed them about like ragdolls. He webbed up every turian he took down, not killing them even though he knew he had every right to do so.

Normally he would kill them, but on the way here, he took a look through the data and found out about the Citadel and the Council. While a lot of turians have been killed already, both in space and on the ground, he figured he could win humanity some brownie points by keeping as many alive as possible when the Asari came to end this war diplomatically. It would certainly give humanity the moral high ground.

He leapt through the air, twisting about to avoid the turians gunfire, before unleashing a stream of webbing to pin down the shooters. He landed and grabbed a turian by the leg and slammed him into another turian before throwing him at three more. More turians were coming to try and kill him. Whatever ammo they used didn't do much to his armor.

He was really glad he used that Vibranium he got from those crooks he caught all those years ago. He had no idea how they got a hold of that half ton, but he took a nugget and made full use of it, after he returned the rest of it of course. He wasn't planning on facing Black Panther until he had his own Vibranium suit. It was only enough for the nanites that made the very surface of his suit, but it was enough to deal with conventional weapons of almost any kind.

Marrok snapped out of his thoughts as his spider sense rang out, making him leap high up as the ground under him exploded. He looked about and spotted a ruined tank that could still fire. Not for long.

He landed and charged the tank at full speed. The turians in said tank all bailed just before he ran right through the tank, nearly ripping it in half. Seriously, Marrok was starting to feel bad for these turians with how outclassed they were right now.

More than once, he webbed several turians together and used them as a wrecking ball to knock about more turians before making the ball of turians stick to another surface with more webbing.

Soon enough though, Lucy contacted him. "Soooo, a few pieces of good news. I managed to keep their coms from reaching the fleet in orbit, so they have no idea what's going on down here, while also sending them false reports to not cause any suspicions, and after hacking the human coms, I learned that they heard about your little jaunt through the turian lines and getting their attention, so now they are gearing up and heading here to take advantage of the chaos."

Marrok dodged more gunfire as he smirked. "Awesome. So, what's the bad news?"

"There's none, I would have started with that if there was any."

"Lucy, I know you, you keep the bad news until I let my guard down and then hit me with it just to piss me off. So, out with it."

He heard a sigh. "You take the fun out of it. The bad news is that the admiral in charge of this invasion is getting suspicious and will more than likely try orbital bombardment regardless of reports. I'm already working on trying to reach his ship through their coms, but the systems, while pathetically sad in terms of defense against A.I., are still something I haven't had to deal with before. Those omnitools before were small cakes compared to that ship. Granted, if I were already on that ship, it'd only take me a few seconds to get into their systems, but that's still longer than it should be. Plus I still need to actually get there using the coms, which is a lot slower than you think."

Marrok grunted as he grabbed a barricade and tossed it at the turians, knocking over nearly ten of them. "Just do what you can. If you can prevent that idiot from attacking the planet with that fleet, do it."

Lucy said nothing, but he knew she heard him. And so he resumed his rampage.

By the time he was done, the whole place looked more akin to a spider's lair with all the webbing and webbed up victims, like they were ready for feeding.

This is the scene that the Alliance marines came to when they arrived. Marrok sitting on a webbed up turian, that he found out was the general, and waved at the marines. "Took your time getting here. The fun's already over."

Admiral Sersius Barbalianus growled as he was getting annoyed. The reports from the ground had reported little change. That wasn't what bothered him though, it was something about the reports themselves. He knew the general, he knew how he made his reports, and there was something….off about these reports. Now, he could attribute that to the stress of this conflict, but even with that, the reports a half an hour ago were no different from how he normally did his reports. Ever since half an hour ago though, he had received three reports and all of them felt wrong.

He then had a dark thought, what if these were false? Had the humans managed to intercept the reports and sent fakes in their place? And if so, what did that mean for the ground forces?

Sersius decided to be safe and order an orbital bombardment. But before he could, the systems of his ship began to glitch out and not respond. "What's going on with our systems?!" Sersius demanded.

"Sir, our systems are not responding! Something has control over everything!" A turian monitoring the ships systems called out.

Before Sersius could respond, a voice cut him off. "You might as well just stop. I've managed to finally take over your fleet. So, unless you want me to have your ships all detonate or ram into each other or even just shoot one another, you'll all SIT YOUR SCALY ASSES DOWN." The voice was feminine and spoke in perfect Palaven Standard, sounding very much like an enraged mother.

Sersius was now beginning to question why he thought attacking these humans was a good idea.

Well, that's the first chapter. A bit rushed, I know, but this was mostly meant to get Marrok into the universe of Mass Effect as well as show just how fast the war would have ended with a Spider-man and an A.I. working together.

The further we get into the story, the more detailed the story will get, at least better than this chapter was.

Also, if anyone is asking, Marrok is my OC, he is not from any of the comics.

HOWEVER!

Given that the Spider-verse in the comics, TV shows, and movies is LITERALLY a multiverse of INFINITE different Spider-people, even Spooder-man is canon through this, I see this as ANYONE'S Spider-man OC is canon. So expect to see some….liberties taken when fleshing out Marrok more. I already have his entire origin story and backstory before arriving in Mass Effect done and detailed. All this will be touched on as the story progresses.

Give reviews, I would like to know how you feel about this. Only CONSTRUCTIVE criticism please, any flames or six paragraphs of how I screwed up will be ignored.