Halo/Mass Effect Crossover Fanfic

Made By: GolemSpartan

Disclaimer- The following is a fan-based parody, Mass Effect 1-3, Halo 1-5, and any other related stories/products are all owned by their respective companies. While none of the following events are cannon, I will be using names, events, places, etc. from their respective franchises. With that out of the way, please enjoy. ;-)

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Chapter 3

Blue Suns Base on Trident (several days before the crash)

Four bound humanoids are led by two armed men in white and blue armor, the symbol painted upon it giving these men their name, the Blue Suns. Two Blue Suns mercenaries force the group into their cell from gunpoint, laughing at from behind their masks, they berate their future products. As the Kinetic Barrier comes up...

"Ok ok, a Turian, a Quarian, a Krogan, and a Salarian walk into a room."

Blue Sun 2: "Hehe, sounds like the start of a bad joke."

The Krogan in reference, who's only able to take the humiliation so far, charges his head against the kinetic shield.

*THUD*

Blue Sun 1: "It is! Though I'd argue it would be a good joke."

Krogan: "Arrrgghh, LET ME OUT OF HERE SO I CAN RIP YOU APART!!"

Blue Sun 2: "I see your point, let's see how far this joke goes."

The Turian, who had been quiet up till now, spoke up. With him facing the light, his frills can be seen painted with a mixture of cream to blue, almost resembling blueberry cottage cheese.

Turian: "Keep it down big guy, I'd rather not die today."

Shortly after, the Quarian piped up, hope in her eyes, "Look, I'm good with ships, and I'm on my Pilgrimage. I saw that your ship is horribly run down, maybe we can work a trade?"

The Salarian, who is pigmented green and brown, paces about nervously trying to come up with anything it could use as a bargaining chip. His brain working on overtime, assets that he could promise them, information that they could use, perhaps he has a relative that he could use? At this juncture, he vaguely recalls someone he could use to get him out of this.

"M-m-my uncle works for Exogeni, he currently runs a dig site involving Prothean artifacts." The Salarian takes a pause to see if his captors are interested in this tidbit of info, with both guards going silent, he continues with his fellow inmates also taking an interest. "While I don't know specifics if you let me go unharmed, I can put in a good word with him getting you all an easy job that pays really well."

Stepping out from behind the two guards, a well-equipped Turian walks out from behind.

"The Savage makes threats, the Loner covers his ass, the Castaway offers her skills, whilst the Coward tries to bribe his way out." In a condescending tone that fits his presentation, "Your right, this is a good joke."

Freezing in place for a moment, they never knew he was around them at all. It was a lucky break that their Warden, Maxrun Sabetus, happened to take part in their joke or it could have ended roughly for them.

"Now, your uncle, who is he?"

Before he gets to respond, the Turian interrupts. 

"Hold up, first, how do we know you'll let him live even after telling you the name?"

The Warden face visibly shifts from his cocky arrogance to a grimace at this intervention.

"Friend, we need to talk." The Turian continued whilst slinging his bound arms over the now panicked Salarian, dragging him away in a weird headlock.

"Shouldn't we just shoot him?" one of the guards asked.

After a moment of thought the Warden replied, "No, anything involving Prothean artifacts is guaranteed to turn a HUGE profit. We can't risk losing such a chance just because we scared a lizard too much. We'll deal with the other one later."

In the corner of the cell. The Turian began his own 'interrogation' on his ticket out. Curious, the Quarian and Krogan followed to listen in.

"First off, what's your name friend?"

"T-Taestarp Farrin." the nervous amphibian answered. "Why did you stop me? They were clearly interested in my offer, I could have been home free!"

"You could, or you could be killed as soon as your uncles name left your lips." Rebutted the Turian. "My name is Ramicus Manso, a former C-Sec officer, so give me some credit when I say I just saved your life. In exchange, I want to give you some advice and if it works out, perhaps you could get your new friend out of here with you."

"Hang on a damn minute," interrupts the Krogan, "if you're getting him out, get the rest of us out too."

"As I mentioned earlier, I'm good with ships." Pipes up the Quarian, "And the only space worthy ship just left after dropping us off. While there is a 'functional' ship outside, it looks like the boshtet couldn't fix it even if their lives depended on it."

"You heard the lady; they can't even get you off planet now." Continued the Turian, "So, as your 'lawyer' among this gang of cutthroats, here's what you need to do."

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(Somewhere on Omega)

*Bang*

"Nice shot!" a voice exclaims.

Standing within one of Omega's many ruined building complex's, three mercenaries have. To the right of Drell Sniper, a Turian dressed in blue and green armor with gold trimming, has taking pot shots against Blood Pack mercenaries with an assault rifle.

"Sidonis, if you have time to talk you have time to shoot!" Shouts a man in green armor. "We have Garm's boys pinned against the wall now, I'd prefer to have them dead before Archangel takes our kill."

Almost on que a Salarian in white armor and a blonde woman in white armor and red trimming stepped out from the other side, laying down fire upon the Vorcha that have been in the back of the formation.  

"The Calvary has arrived!" Shouts the blonde as she unloads with a Vindicator Assault Rifle.

A Krogan that has been stuck in the middle of the formation, unable to progress unto Sidonis position, take a opportunity to charge the new arrivals who are on ground level. He never got far as Mantis Sniper round echoes across the field, the source coming from our silent Drell in the apartments.

With the rest of the Blood Pack falling shortly after, the 5 Archangels gather upon the remains of their newest prey, the Drell and Blonde checking for survivors while Sidonis and the rest check what the Blood Pack have been transporting. A shipment of salvageable parts that look to be in very good condition, according to the Salarian, they would fetch a solid amount of credits in the market.

"This is Archangel, we just finished up over here. How's progress on your end?" A voice calls from Sidonis Omni Tool.

Sidonis: "Just finished up over here, Garms boys have been amassing a good deal worth of parts coming in. What did you find in the Warehouse?"

Archangel: "Much of the same, there's some weapons too, but nothing notable. Our technician can't find any pattern to what these parts can be used for. Any thoughts?"

"That's easy," chips in the Salarian "credits are traceable in any transaction, so just stealing credits will eventually get you caught if you try to use them in Council space. Its far safer to have sellable goods that you can trade off so you have 'clean' credits to use."

Overhearing the news that they have a shit ton of highly sought after scrap, Green Merc and Blonde add their piece.

Green Merc: "So you're telling us that we just struck it rich?"

Blonde Merc: "Is this our big break?"

Archangel: "Come now, we have gotten so far, we have literally just bankrupt Garm with this heist! Just a little more and we can clear Omega from their presence. We should invest into more gear."

"But-"

Drell: "I agree with Archangel on this one."

The mercs look a little dejected at the Drells input on the matter.

Drell: "However I recall you saying something similar about needing "just a little more" about the Eclipse when we took out Jaroth's brother. This is our biggest gain in a while, I believe we should enjoy it for a time."

Archangel: "... I'll consider it. Lets do a inventory on what we just got first, then we'll decide."

Sidonis: "Understood, Sidonis out."

In the shadow of one of the surrounding apartments, a Blue Suns Soldier is spying on our team of Archangels.

BS Soldier: "You want me to follow them?"

... ... ...

"Understood"

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Aboard Lazarus Station

Computer: "Level 4 Security Access granted."

???: "There we go, lets see what that stuck up bitch can do about this now."