Mass Effect Story Ideas

Leonite

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#76
Ok, minor idea with possible major consiquences: What if the Citadel Council (or at least, one other member, possibly the Turian one for irony) decided that Soverign is enough proof that the possability of Reapers is real, and they should start organizing defences? This would be after ME1 of course, probably just after
 

grant

Well-Known Member
#77
Another reason why I like Renegade Reinterpretations.

I don't care how stick-your-head-in-the-sand you are, you do not react to having some of the best defenses in the galaxy curb stomped by saying 'yeah, we pretend that didn't happen'. It's even less believable that a militarized society like the Turians would pass up a chance to increase military power. To make it even stupider they try to pass it off as a 'Geth ship'. The same Geth that they are apparently fighting at the time of ME 2. If they actually believed that then why aren't they increasing their might to handle any more of these ships that the Geth might throw at them. For that matter, why did Earth not develop weapons and ships to kill these things? They would have more inclination than anyone to believe that this was a threat.

Mass Effect is a popular franchise, but they seem to have gone down a long 'throw away common sense so we can write in more drama' road.

As for the idea, the general public would be skeptical of the 'cyborg ship abominations that come back every 50,000 years' and a better cover story would be 'we need to increase our military might to fight the Geth enemy and coincidentally we've increased our Prothean-research budget by 800%'. Entire human colonies go missing with no sign of battle? Clearly a Geth weapon, send teams to investigate ASAP. Batarians found some kind of weird ship a while back didn't they? Send Spectres to investigate pronto. Saren was noted to have some kind of charisma technology? Find it, jam it. Now.

Basically a Mass Effect where everyone in a position of authority is more competent than a drunken baboon.
 

Ordo

Well-Known Member
#78
grant said:
Basically a Mass Effect where everyone in a position of authority is more competent than a drunken baboon.

So Aria T'lok, Urdnot Wrex, Jonduam Bau, Major Kirrahe, <a href='http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Matriarch_Aethyta' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>Matriarch Aethyta</a>, Admiral Hackett, Councilmen Anderson, and more basically allow the council to say whatever they need to say publically to prevent a panic but secretly begin preparing for war with the Reapers?
 

grant

Well-Known Member
#79
Less a panic and more open disbelief because, let's face it, a species of superpowered cyborg ships that appear once every 50,000 years to kill everything above a certain technological level and then disappear doesn't seem very likely. The assumption would be either A. Sovereign was the last of its kind and this is just cleanup B. Sovereign really was a Geth ship and they're taking care of the rest before it happens again or C. the Reapers are real and you need to destroy the Geth armies and by the time the Reapers show up the rest of the galaxy won't have time to do anything about your duplicity but accept the new reality and fall in line.

I liked Aethyta. I wasn't at all surprised that one of the few Asari leaders with good ideas (such as not relying technology that you barely understand) is the one that gets pushed out of power.
 

Lord Raa

Exporter of Juice Tins
#80
I think that I've finally come up with an idea that's not the worst thing ever posted on TFF.

It's a semi-crack retelling of ME2.

The catalyst for this change is that instead of being able to resurrect Shepard "correctly", there's been a problem.

Shepard may have the same memories and skills as before, it's just that his body has had to be changed due to unforeseen problems.

Yes, Shepard has been forced to have a sex change.

The Illusive Man is not happy, but given that it's either this Shepard or no Shepard, there's not a lot he can do about it other than be proud in the knowledge that he's paid for the most expensive boob job in history.

So Shepard is a man trapped in a woman's body, which makes for his interactions with his previous teammates rather weird.

Thoughts? Title suggestions? Comments? Death threats?
 

Ordo

Well-Known Member
#81
Liara wouldn't care one way or the other....not sure about Kaiden either in all honesty. Garrus and Tali might be thrown for loop as would Anderson....

I do feel as if it's been done in some fashion but I can't recall where I saw it...
 

Lord Raa

Exporter of Juice Tins
#82
Ordo said:
Liara wouldn't care one way or the other....not sure about Kaiden either in all honesty. Garrus and Tali might be thrown for loop as would Anderson....

I do feel as if it's been done in some fashion but I can't recall where I saw it...
But is it worth doing? I've already got a title and 300-odd words down for this one.
 

Ordo

Well-Known Member
#83
Lord Raa said:
Ordo said:
Liara wouldn't care one way or the other....not sure about Kaiden either in all honesty. Garrus and Tali might be thrown for loop as would Anderson....

I do feel as if it's been done in some fashion but I can't recall where I saw it...
But is it worth doing? I've already got a title and 300-odd words down for this one.
It sounds like it'd be good for a laugh, and you have a proven record for this kind of thing, so from that I'd say yes. However I won't really know until I read what you've got.
 

Leonite

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#84
Crack idea: What if the only way to defeat the Reapers was through musical numbers?
 

grant

Well-Known Member
#85
Humor one-shot. Remember the Kodiak shuttle from Mass Effect 2? It turns out that Jacob was actually involved in the testing and he loves driving the thing. A lot. He also loves driving it as fast as possible, bouncing off of rocks, the ground, defenseless herbivores and even the blasts from the shuttle's rockets. Cue the entire team huddling, praying to any gods they have and eventually a mutual pact to murder Jacob similar to Julian in DS9. Mostly because I hate that damn shuttle and I want Jacob to have more personality than 'upstanding soldier' and his brief show of opinions during his loyalty mission. Heck, even make his personality similar to SFDebris' view on Sisko.
 

kelenas

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#86
Sooo... Jacob in this instance would have the same driving/piloting style with the Kodiak as fanon!Shepard has with the Mako?

- Kelenas
 

Leonite

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#87
And then Shepard and Jacob bond over their driving skills and the utter lack of noticing their own bad driving skills?
 

kelenas

Well-Known Member
#88
Or they bond over having had the same vehicle instructor. And if someone complains about their driving/piloting skills, they calmly explain that they weren't trained to drive comfortable civilian luxus vehicles, they were trained to drive to keep alive, since military vehicles had an unfortunate tendency to get shot at and all that.

Perhaps with a side-scene on Tuchanka where they have a conversation with a few Krogan Tomkah pilots?

- Kelenas
 

Cypher3au

Well-Known Member
#89
kelenas said:
Or they bond over having had the same vehicle instructor. And if someone complains about their driving/piloting skills, they calmly explain that they weren't trained to drive comfortable civilian luxus vehicles, they were trained to drive to keep alive, since military vehicles had an unfortunate tendency to get shot at and all that.

Perhaps with a side-scene on Tuchanka where they have a conversation with a few Krogan Tomkah pilots?

- Kelenas
Or Shepard is actually quite a good driver, it's just they tend to go for a 'the straightest path between two points on the map is a straight line' style of navigating. Sure, you go up near--vertical slopes and launch off of cliffs, but if you can think past the stark terror it's actually a very smooth ride.
 

Ordo

Well-Known Member
#90
How do we know the new downloadable content will be called ôMass Effect 3: Leviathan of Disö? ThatÆs because fans at the BioWare forums digging into the Mass Effect 3: Extended Cutæs 1.9GBÆs of files discovered parts of the script! The DLC expands the Mass Effect 3 story with a tale about a Reaper defector named Leviathan of Dis.

The script reveals parts of dialogue that sees the story taking place before the final battle against the Reapers in Mass Effect 3. From those lines of dialogue it seems Shepard is sent to rescue the scientist Ann Brynson, who you find at a Reaper-indoctrinated mining facility. The colony has been controlled by the rogue Reaper named Leviathan for 10 years. Leviathan is referred to as a defector, a traitor who killed one of its own kind. As such, itÆs being suggested he can join the fight against the enemy Reapers as a War Asset.

Really real spoilers aheadà


Read more: Mass Effect 3: Leviathan of Dis DLC Details Leak <a href='http://www.videogamesblogger.com/2012/07/02/mass-effect-3-leviathan-of-dis-dlc-details-leak.htm#ixzz20FENxIOu' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>http://www.videogamesblogger.com/2012/07/0...m#ixzz20FENxIOu</a>
Huh so it is possible for Reapers to rebel. I can't wait to hear the details, but until then let's play a game of 'what if...'

Imagine that at the beginning of ME 2, this Leviathan shows up and wastes the Collectors, then follows Shepard back to the Citadel to tell the council 'Yes the Reapers are Real and yes they're coming." Would people believe it? How could having a rebel reaper alter events?

Note I'm assuming the Reaper is fully functioning, which may not be true in game.
 

grant

Well-Known Member
#91
In the game it'll turn out that the Leviathan is an enemy of biological life too. After all it wouldn't be Mass Effect if there was even the slightest scrap of evidence to make the powers that be pull their collective heads out of the sand*. Outside of it the idea has merit, although maybe something to emphasize the alieness of Leviathan to even the Asari such as it genuinely seeing nothing wrong with indoctrination or being disgusted by the breeding habits of the Salarians.


*I'm still bitter about how stupid they are, human or otherwise.
 

Kibbles

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#92
Just something silly that occured while putting down ideas for the latest D&D campaign I'd been roped into running, then written in the small amount of free time I have between bouts of studying. Not my fault, it just wouldn't leave me alone.

Anyway, paranoid survivalist humanity that makes right-wing militias in the US look sane and well adjusted.

(START)

His handling of the torch was clumsy, the white-hot tip leaving an uneven, ragged line on the grey metal of the installation walls. It was to be expected, he was a scientist, not a technician, but what he was or wasnÆt didnÆt matter anymore. He wasnÆt a soldier, either and, yet, here he was, dressed in a suit of armour just a bit too large for him, spending his last few hours of freedom defacing a wall in a research outpost.

He lifted the visor briefly, inspecting his work. It wasnÆt pretty, chaotic and confusing and so very, very primitive. A crude approximation of the paintings the natives of the third world, still lacking even in the most primitive of technologies, had been observed making. The sequencing and pacing made little sense to him, but then, he was a geologist, not a geneticist or anthropologist; theyÆd designed the pattern, claiming it would be comprehensible, easy to decipher.

It was stupid, he thought. Ridiculous, if they failed, the Empire that had conquered most of the galaxy à what chance would a bunch of savages barely able to use stone tools be able to do. And, still, heÆd kept silent and helped out, wasted his last hours out of the military à probably his last hours alive, on wielding a tool heÆd never held in his life, attempting to make carvings that looked like something other than a random, shapeless scrawl.

Satisfied, he returned to work. Meaningless, pointless, futile though it may have been, he kept silent. At least it was something and if he didnÆt make it, if all their plans failed, then at least there was a small chance the primitives could extract some measure of vengeance.

Five hours later, their work finished, the scientists and technicians, now soldiers, departed, carefully shutting everything down.

The facility would remain bathed in darkness for fifty thousand years.

(approx. 50,000 years later)

Bright yellow cables snaked their way across the floor, connecting pieces of equipment with each other. White and grey boxes housing field generators, garish warnings gracing their sides, stood out like sore thumbs in the environment. Still less so than the lamps, simplistic things in yellow cages, providing illumination just a shade too bright to be truly comfortable.

Not that anyone could be truly comfortable. It was an event for the history books, firm, physical evidence of alien life. Not just alien life, alien civilization. The entire world was watching, every scientist, politician, every human being was watching.

Mission commander Dietrich von Auttenberg tried to remember that old prayer heÆd heard mentioned once or twice. Dear God, please donÆt let me screw this up? Sounded about right.

It probably made for boring a boring show. Xiu and him standing at the access point, the Chinese taikonaut monitoring the generators theyÆd dragged from the landing site, he himself standing to the side, monitoring the positions of the rest of the team and maintaining a constant rate of updates via the comm relay set up above the entrance.

The half-hour time delay imposed on communications by the sheer distance between Earth and Mars made things a bit more complex as it took close to an hour for Earthside scientists to react to anything, making the team scurry back and forth across the installation to get a closer at this or that.

The astronauts, well, three astronauts, a cosmonaut and a taikonaut, had whiled away the time trying to guess at the equipment piled in the rooms the exploration group had looked into over the mission channel, the one not being transmitted to all of Earth at once. The guesses got more outlandish with each new piece uncovered, the elegant, dark grey shapes giving no hint of their true purpose.

It had turned into something of a game, a way to whittle away the time spent waiting for the scientists on Earth to receive the latest images from Mars, decide what they wanted looked at next then for the transmission to reach the red planet.

The comm crackled momentarily, the slight accent, little more than excess pressure on the Rs, revealing it to be Mikhail Sokolov, the Russian, ôCommander, thereÆs something you should see here.ö

Dietrich took a moment to look at Xiu, or, rather, the womanÆs mirrored face-plate doubtlessly covered by diagnostics and system reports from the equipment she was tasked with monitoring, ôXiu, can you take over?ö

A moment later, an icon on DietrichÆs HUD flashed orange, then vanished. He offered his friend a nod and a, ôThanks.ö before departing.

The corridors seemed to stretch forever. The ceiling high enough to be lost in the gloom, beyond the reach of the light from the lamps scattered across the floor. The helmet-mounted ones were strong enough, but there was nothing there. Three hours of obsessively glancing upwards, the explorersÆ sense of paranoia coupled with the sheer alienness of the environment triggering some primal fear had thoroughly convinced them.

The corridor finally gave way to what was tentatively labelled as the central chamber, a massive circular edifice housing an unknown piece of equipment, dark and inactive like everything else in the installation. Massive, towering over the explorers even at the top level of the chamber.

The remaining two members of the team stood in place, next to the entrance Dietrich had used, lamps, both the independent units carried by the team and the helmet-mounted ones playing across the wall, shadows flickering in the deep gouges taken out of the grey wall.

Katell, the ESA patch clearly visible on her suit, was hanging back, a hand-held high definition camera in her hands, moving with the perfect precision imbued by countless hours of relentless training. Mikhail simply stood to the side, watching, faint mutters coming over the channel.

A prayer, it sounded like.

As the mission commander entered further into the chamber, the gouges became à more. The seemingly random lines became shapes, symbols, pictures, letters of an alien language, covering all the walls, circling around the chamber, time and time again, descending down to the bottom then continuing down corridors, the crude artwork faintly visible everywhere.

There was something primitive about it, like the cave paintings of humanityÆs past. Tiny figures, two arms and two legs and oddly elongated heads, like in the depictions of hunts some distant ancestors of the explorers had so proudly put on the walls of their caves with what paints they could make and what tools they could invent.

ôItÆs like the Bayeux tapestry, I think, the one showing the Norman invasion of England.ö MikhailÆs voice startled the German astronaut, the slightly shorter Russian having, apparently, moved next to Dietrich while he was occupied watching the carvings, ôSame here, I think. ItÆs a story. This part, at least.ö the other man waved vaguely downward, towards the lower sections of the chamber and the corridors leading to the lower levels of the installations, covered with the carvings, ôOther sections have language. Mathematics. Schematics of this base, I believe.ö

Dietrich spared a glance in the direction his companion indicated. The carvings didnÆt stand out well in the gloom, less so on the dark grey walls, but the inscriptions certainly seemed to be getting more complex the further down he cast his gaze.

ôI think they left this for us to find.ö The RussianÆs voice was quiet, heavy, ôA message.ö

DietrichÆs fingers passed over the nearest glyph. Some kind of animal with tentacles, featured prominently on the very first section, it and a hundred of itÆs friends. There was no feeling, the gloves were too thick for that, but the electric feeling was something else entirely.

Here he was, touching history.

(scene break)

It was a good thing the Alliance insisted on hard-suits during all high-risk starship operations, Grand Admiral Kestanie Drescher reflected. It wouldnÆt do for the crew to see that she was just as pale, sweaty and nervous as they all were.

Watching the Arcturus Prime Relay as if it was about to come alive and murder them all.

The Citadel Front was the mightiest armada in the Alliance, a hundred and twenty battleships, twenty battlecruisers, twenty carriers and hundreds of cruisers and destroyers. The firepower at her command was unimaginable to the exploration team that had first reached the Prothean installation on Mars and the Tapestry waiting within.

And it still felt like it wasnÆt enough. The Reapers had destroyed the Protheans, brought down civilization after civilization in an endless cycle of genocide. Now she was expected to go out and look for them.

SheÆd trained all her life, like every human had. Raised from infancy to be soldiers, ready for the inevitable showdown hanging over their heads like the Sword of Damocles. It didnÆt help, nothing could prepare one to face the kind of responsibility that lay on KestanieÆs shoulders at that moment.

Lieutenant CortezÆs voice was a bit higher than it normally was, ôT minus four minutes.ö

Kestanie didnÆt allow them to see her flinch. She nodded, calmly, the picture of poise and grace. Her voice was calm, far calmer than she felt, ôThis is it.ö Fleet-wide communications were a button press away, a small icon on the command island, the holo-tank meant for co-ordinating the entire fleet in battle, ôAll squadrons, this is SSV Charybdis. Sound off, combat readiness.ö

The ships had been on alert since before transiting the Charon relay, their crews in hard-suits, weapons primed and ready. Still, this was the final leg of the journey. From Arcturus it was a straight shot to the Citadel.

Straight into a trap that had fooled more civilizations than anyone cared to imagine.

The voices came, just as steady and calm as KestanieÆs own.

ôSSV Cho Oyu. First battleship squadron at action stations and ready.ö

ôSSV Yavuz Sultan Selim. Second battleship squadron at action stations and ready.ö

ôSSV Qin Shi Huang. Third battleship àö

It continued in the vein. SSV Saint George, SSV Pico Cristobal Colon, SSV Florida, SSV Bindusara, SSV Saschen-Anhalt, SSV Nanga Parbat and more than a dozen others. All ready to march to their destiny.

Finally, it was over. The last squadron had reported in, SSV Amalfi and the fleet was in formation for the jump. The transit would scatter their formation, but they were ready for it. SheÆd issued orders for the ships to return to formation the moment theyÆd finished the jump.

Now all that was left to do was to ride out and meet destiny. Hopefully, the Reapers hadnÆt shown up, yet and humanity still had time to prepare. Scatter more colonies to the four winds, squirrel away more cryo-facilities, built more ships, dig in deeper.

After a long moment, she issued the order, ôEngage transit protocols.ö

A hush descended on the bridge. The weight of what they were about to do settled on all their shoulders. If the enemy had started their purge, all their mission would accomplish is bring their attention on Earth and her people. Oh, theyÆd fight, bleed the enemy as much as they could before dying either at the hands of the enemy or their own to keep the Reapers from perverting them and turning them against their own people. Still, if they were there ...

Humanity feared the Reapers more than anything, even as they spend a hundred and fifty years preparing for the inevitable conflict. A mixture of resolve and defeatism, resolve to fight, belief that it would, ultimately, be futile.

Still, nothing to do but do and die.

The relayÆs core spun faster for a moment and the next EarthÆs mightiest, but far from only, fleet departed.
 

The Eromancer

Well-Known Member
#94
Story Idea!

"The Sheppards"

Basic idea goes, all the different backgrounds Commander Sheppard can have are all different people; Earthborn, Spacer, Colony. Each one was responsible for making a name for themselves be they sole survivor, war hero, or ruthlessly efficient.

And to the upmost confusion of the crew of the Normandy all three are serving aboard.

How would the Mass Effect storyline go now?
 

Lord Raa

Exporter of Juice Tins
#95
The Eromancer said:
Story Idea!

"The Sheppards"

Basic idea goes, all the different backgrounds Commander Sheppard can have are all different people; Earthborn, Spacer, Colony. Each one was responsible for making a name for themselves be they sole survivor, war hero, or ruthlessly efficient.

And to the upmost confusion of the crew of the Normandy all three are serving aboard.

How would the Mass Effect storyline go now?
I take it each of them is trying to excel in order to distinguish themselves for the other Shepards?

No-one wants to be known as the "bad Shepard" or however you'd put it.

Also, they should all be from the same general Shepard family - just different branches went into space, were colonists, etc.
 

The Eromancer

Well-Known Member
#96
Lord Raa said:
The Eromancer said:
Story Idea!

"The Sheppards"

Basic idea goes, all the different backgrounds Commander Sheppard can have are all different people; Earthborn, Spacer, Colony.? Each one was responsible for making a name for themselves be they sole survivor, war hero, or ruthlessly efficient.?

And to the upmost confusion of the crew of the Normandy all three are serving aboard.

How would the Mass Effect storyline go now?
I take it each of them is trying to excel in order to distinguish themselves for the other Shepards?

No-one wants to be known as the "bad Shepard" or however you'd put it.

Also, they should all be from the same general Shepard family - just different branches went into space, were colonists, etc.
The earthborn would have to be a really distant relative, or more likely just a soldier with the same surname. The Colony and Spacer Sheppards however I can easily see being rather more closely related, cousins maybe.

I just have no idea which one would be given the Specter status. Up to the author I suppose.

Though if it were up to me this is how I would mix it up.

Earthborn, Sole Survivor, Infiltrator: All his life since childhood he'd been making it on his own, guess he shouldn't be surprised that's what kept him alive when everyone else died to that Thresher Maw. Now if only the Alliance Brass would just realize he worked better alone instead of continually assigning him a team to work with. Bloody idiots.

Spacer, War Hero, Vanguard: She would always lead the charge, after what her cousin went though she couldn't just stand along the sidelines anymore. Mom always did know how best to push her, surprise surprise she ended up taking after her. She would protect her people, her species, not just her cousin. No more sitting down, it was time to do the right thing.

Colonist, Butcher, Adept: Never again, never again would she be so helpless. Let every bastard pirate and Batarian know she is their butcher. After all wasn't it only right after they butchered her family? Its too bad she only got to let loose the once on Torfan, worth it though.
 

Sdebeli

Well-Known Member
#97
Looking at the old and upcoming XCOM games, an thought line came up.
Basically, the Protheans created the XCOM 'aliens' from an amalgam of conquered species and acquired technology for races that could potentially rise to become strong enough to contest the Reapers. It was one of a multitude of plans conceived to combat the threat.
One such cell was located just within reach of Earth, it's onboard VI waiting for an opportune moment to unleash them.


/--------------
in a bit longer form

During the long fall of the Prothean empire, the same government faction that organized a group that affected the Asari to some degree form a number of splinter cells meant to locate suitable candidates for uplifiting and create scenarios and crucibles in which they would eventually develop and become a force capable of standing up to the reapers, as well as completing the Catalyst.

One group stations itself just outside the system housing a developing and promising species, establishing a large archive on the forth planet, and an observation/invasion post just outside the system, in a place where it would be extremely difficult to locate, if it was at all ever found.

Many years later, Humanity barely manages to survive the first alien invasion. During the final assault on Mars, the Prothean archives are 'accidentally' discovered, which combined with salvaged alien tech could have pushed human development light years ahead of its time.
Before humanity can capitalize on it, XCOM's funding is cut, and due to political infighting most of the potential is wasted in isolated labs.
The Prothean VI, realizing that humanity had surpassed original expectations on survival, but failed to unite, prepares the second stage of the scenario, hoping to further guide the development.
And then a second, far greater invasion arrives.
In the general chaos of the second invasion, a number of major nations realize the magnitude of the threat, and using the faltering United Nations as a common front, unite the diverse nations of Earth into a single fighting force against a common foe, for all intents and purposes dissolving the governments of individual nations.
During that time, war rages on. Under the banner of the United Nations, the rag tag army barely manages to hold on thanks to the efforts of its soldiers, who for every success die in the hundreds, but it is clear that without the same line of thought that gave birth to the original XCOM project, there is little hope for success, for the vast technological superiority that the aliens possessed could not be beaten by the only slightly improved weapons that the soldiers were using.
Under full support of a planetary government the project is restarted with its surviving veterans placed in charge.
Research and production are organized and the alien as well as the Prothean tech is reverse engineered and combined where applicable
Through more than a little luck, grit, and good planning, humanity emerges triumphant again, having in war forged a new strength and identity that actually resulted in a stable peace on Earth, as well as a rapid expansion across the Solar System and the activation of the nearest Relay.
In the mean time, the VI clears researchers on the Archives to access their full contents, before activating it's own self destruct mechanisms.

Twenty years later, a wayward Turian patrol cruiser picks up the rather obvious traces of a large fleet jumping in from one of the previously inactive relays.
And here the story would begin.
 

Cypher3au

Well-Known Member
#98
With a final shove, Shepard forced open the hatch of the downed shuttle, stumbling out onto the beach. Taking a moment to get her bearings, she then turned to the rest of her team, who had followed her example and staggered out of the still-smoking craft. "Everyone alright?"

Garrus winced, rolling his shoulders and craning his neck. "I'm a little stiff, but other than that I'm fine."

Poking away at her omnitool, Tali didn't even look up as she responded. "I have a bit of a headache, but my suit is undamaged."

Finally, Miranda waved off Shepard's concern. "I'll live, Shepard."

"Great." The Spectre nodded, wiping some sweat from her brow. "Now could someone please explain to me what the hell just happened?"

The Cerberus operative answered first. "I believe we flew head-first into a veritable storm of exotic stellar radiation."

Looking irritated, Garrus shook his head, wincing at the motion and running a hand over his crest. "And how did we not see that coming?"

"The Kodiak's sensors aren't the best; it's just a shuttle, after all...but you're right, we SHOULD have picked up something." Miranda frowned. "We're alive, but we should return to the Normandy as quickly as possible for a proper examination. There's no telling what kind of side-effects we may be suffering from."

"Agreed. Tali, see if you can get the shuttle's...Tali?" Having turned to face the petite Quarian, Shepard was momentarily flummoxed at the young woman's absence. Garrus and Miranda were visibly startled to find her missing as well, and the three glanced around the open beach, finding no sign of the missing engineer. Concerned, Commander Shepard tapped the communicator in her ear. "Tali?"

"I'm right here, Shepard!"

Said Spectre almost, almost jumped in surprise. "...since when have you started using a tactical cloak?"

Tali's voice again piped up from the thin air in the spot she was apparently still standing. "What are you talking about, I'm not wearing a cloak."

Curious, Jane took a few steps forward, arms out in front, her hands groping thin air...then groping a pair of perky mounds of flesh.

An outraged three-fingered hand slapped away Shepard's groping mitts.

"GAH! Shepard, what are you doing!?"

Any apologies that may have been forthcoming were permanently lost as Garrus screeched; an unearthly, tormented sound ripping from his throat as he hunched over in agony, his armor almost exploding from his body as his plates, and indeed his entire body, grew massively in size.

"GARRUS!" In what she would later describe to be an extremely stupid move, Shepard rushed forward to help her comrade, only to catch a massively oversized, flailing Turian arm clean in the chest. Armor crumpled like paper under the blow, and she was sent flying some twenty meters, slamming back-first into a rocky outcropping. When she'd managed to shake the stars from her vision, she was horrified to find that her lower body had caught on the rocks, but her upper body had continued on for a healthy distance before slamming into the ground. And rather than being torn in half, her torso had stretched like an enormous rubber band to accommodate the motion, leaving her more than twenty feet tall. Before the horrifying sight could sink in, her body snapped back to its regular height, and with not a little trepidation she staggered uneasily to her feet and back around the outcropping.

In the brief period she'd been incapacitated, Garrus had charged off, Tali had reappeared...and Miranda had burst into flames.

The little Quarian looked and sounded immensely relieved...and not a little confused...at the sight of her Captain looking completely unharmed. "Shepard, you're alive!"

"Miranda, you're on fire!?"

The Australian screamed back, apparently unharmed by the all-encompassing fire engulfing her body, but definitely (and justifiably) sounding a little more out of sorts than usual. "I'd fucking noticed, Shepard!"

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So...yeah. Shepard and company being exposed to cosmic rays while on a mission, and being Fantastic Four-ed.

There are a ton of possible permutations of crew and powers beyond what I put here...to me, Garrus' metal plates made him a natural choice to be the Thing of the group, and I made Shepard the elastic woman because the thought of her nailing Kai Leng with a fist the size of a Krogan's body is hilarious.

A much more venomous Human Torch/Thing style relationship between a Human Torch!Jack and a Emma Frost-style living diamond Miranda would be interesting too, with Jack being immensely pissed off that turning up her flames high enough to actually harm Miranda would also melt the ship around her and plunge her into the vacuum of space.

Mr Fantastic!Grunt could be hilarious; the avalanche of breeding requests that would pour in after he choked a Thresher Maw to death with his bare hands during his Right would make him the smuggest motherfucker on Tuchanka. Though an elastic Garrus would be funny too, if only for his bemused 'now I guess I have reach AND flexibility' reaction.
 

SleepyNin

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What if a different Humanity found the gates? Rather than it be Mass Effect humans, the humans to go through the gate are the UNSC Forces from Halo? Think about it depending on the time frame the UNSC already have Slipspace drives and badass MAC cannons. The Spartan program could come from the first contact war. John Sheppard becoming Master Chief.

Would ONI take vacant position of Cerberus? Or would Cerberus still be around?

Would the UNSC give up on slipspace drives and just use the gates like every other race? How would the slipspace technology effect the war against the reapers?

How would other races view humanity now? (I could see the Turians and Humans have a very good partnership after the first contact war with how similar they act. Maybe it would give rise to the Normandy sooner? Oh, think about this. Spartan Turians.

Would the UNSC listen to the Council's bans on AI? Or tell them to go fuck themselves?

A lot of changes would happen, but there is one thing that is very clear. The reapers would be so fucked it wouldn't even be funny.
 
SleepyNin said:
What if a different Humanity found the gates? Rather than it be Mass Effect humans, the humans to go through the gate are the UNSC Forces from Halo? Think about it depending on the time frame the UNSC already have Slipspace drives and badass MAC cannons. The Spartan program could come from the first contact war. John Sheppard becoming Master Chief.

Would ONI take vacant position of Cerberus? Or would Cerberus still be around?

Would the UNSC give up on slipspace drives and just use the gates like every other race? How would the slipspace technology effect the war against the reapers?

How would other races view humanity now? (I could see the Turians and Humans have a very good partnership after the first contact war with how similar they act. Maybe it would give rise to the Normandy sooner? Oh, think about this. Spartan Turians.

Would the UNSC listen to the Council's bans on AI? Or tell them to go fuck themselves?

A lot of changes would happen, but there is one thing that is very clear. The reapers would be so fucked it wouldn't even be funny.
you've not paid much attention to the fanfiction lately have you?

This has been done many times now, look it up.
 
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