(Inspiration from DinoJake's "The Last Spartan")
Seven years... Seven years since the Master Chief saved the entire Galaxy. After the whole incident on the Ark, Master Chief and his AI, Cortana, has been adrift in space on the half part of "Forward...
(Authors Note: Yes, I added Fives and Echo from Star Wars The Clone Wars, and I'm quite happy about it. So be on a look out if I add in more characters and OC's.)
(Disclaimer: I do not own Halo and Mass Effect)
Saren Arterius sat in his quarters. It was a fairly small room, having a chair in the middle, a vid screen before him, a lamp on one side and a table on the other. He sat with his eyes closed in the chair, going over the vision again and again in his mind, trying to make sense of it.
He knew that he would not be able to understand much from that vision alone, but until the other pieces of the puzzle were gathered, this was all that he could do.
An Asari, a matriarch to be precise, entered the room.
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She cleared her throat to announce her presence. Saren opened his eyes. He gave no gestures to do so, but somehow, the Asari just knew that she had been given permission to speak.
"We identified the ship that touched down on Eden Prime. The Normandy. A Human Alliance vessel." She paused. "It was under the command of Captain David Anderson. They managed to save the colony."
"The beacon." Saren replied. "What happened to it?"
"It was destroyed... But one of the humans may have used it before so." The Asari reluctantly replied.
A low growl rumbled out of Saren's throat as he dug his talons into the arm-rests. He snarled as he stood up and threw his table and all of its contents across the room, roaring in fury. This was more than a minor setback. This was an outright problem.
"This human must be eliminated." He growled. "The council will send me a report soon. Once we know who it is, we'll deal with them. Now leave." Saren ordered.
The Asari nodded obediently and left the room.
Saren settled back down into his chair. He contemplated this new turn of events. The human likely received the same vision he did, meaning he had in his mind a single clue. Granted, it was a worthless clue that will likely serve the human no purpose without the other clues. But Saren couldn't take that chance. There was simply too much at steak. Once the human's identity is confirmed, he'll hire some mercs to deal with them. That should settle the matter quick enough.
Master Chief's head ached as the world around him came into focus. He clutched his head and squinted his eyes, not appreciating the level of brightness currently in the room. He slowly got up and, once his vision cleared up, noted his surroundings.
He quickly noted that he was in the back room of The Normandy's med-bay. It was a small room, a storage closet really, with a computer on the side of the room opposite him, and a small stack of crates was next to him, likely full of medical supplies. He was lying on the only bed in the room, and was wearing his jumpsuit.
