MCU and Mass effect the rise of the Spartax multiverse saga

Chapter 1- waking up

Clayton jolted awake, disoriented and blinking against a harsh brightness that enveloped him. The last thing he remembered was lying on his couch, toast crumbs on his shirt, watching late-night television. Now, he found himself sprawled on a translucent platform pulsing with hues of blue and green, surrounded by strange, mechanical sounds that hummed like distant thunder.

Panic began to stir within him. "Where... am I?" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. He sat up and his gaze fell upon seemingly endless rows of high-tech screens displaying symbols that shifted and transformed, like living artwork. In the air, he could feel an electric charge—a sign that indicated this was no ordinary place.

Before he could process his surroundings, a figure stepped forward: a tall, humanoid creature with luminescent skin that shimmered like stars. Its features were sharp, with a long face and vibrant, colorful markings that danced across its skin. Clayton blinked repeatedly, certain he was still caught in the grip of a bizarre dream.

"Welcome back to consciousness, Earthling," the creature said, its voice smooth and melodic, yet carrying an air of authority. "I am Cosruns, a member of the Turian Collective. You have been transported to the year 2145."

"2145?" Clayton repeated, confusion flooding his thoughts. "What do you mean, transported? I don't understand!"

Cosruns tilted its head, eyes sparkling with an otherworldly light. "You have been chosen for a unique opportunity, Clayton. Your timeline shifted when you experienced a moment of profound potential. We have brought you forth to an era of galactic exploration, interspecies cooperation, and limitless discoveries."

Staggered by the realization that he was no longer living in the mundane reality of 2022, Clayton took a deep breath and stood up. "Okay, okay. Let's start from the beginning—why me? What is this place? And... what happened to Earth?"

Cosruns waved a hand, and the screens flared to life with images of planets, sprawling cities, and intricate technology that defied gravity. "This is the Nexus, a central hub where species from all galaxies converge. Earth has endured monumental changes. Peace was established after a series of conflicts, ushering in an era of collaboration among beings from countless worlds. We believe you possess a unique perspective that can assist in maintaining this harmony."

Clayton, still reeling, tried to make sense of it all. In a blink, his mundane life had transformed into something out of a science fiction novel. The burden of financial stress, the mundane grind of existence—all of it felt light-years away.

"Show me," he finally said, words spilling confidently from his lips. "Show me this new world. Show me what it means to be part of something greater."

Cosruns grinned. "Very well, human! Prepare yourself for journey."

With a flourish, Cosruns led Clayton through the Nexus into a vast chamber filled with pathways leading to different sectors, each defined by massive archways adorned with intricate designs. Creatures of all shapes and sizes moved past them, friends and strangers alike, offering nods of acknowledgment to Clayton.

As they walked, Cosruns explained the myriad opportunities that awaited, from learning about advancements in science and medicine to participating in cultural exchanges with races that defied imagination. One species, the Glostarians, had developed a method of telepathic communication; another, the Xillari, had harnessed the energy of stars to power entire cities.

Hours passed, though they felt like mere moments, as Clayton marveled at the technologies and the astonishing diversity of life. He learned to pilot a hovercraft, witnessed the beauty of interstellar travel, and even tasted foods from worlds he had never dreamed existed. Each experience ignited a new flame of wonder within him, challenging his perceptions of reality.

"Why are you doing this?" Clayton asked one day, sitting atop a floating balcony that offered a breathtaking view of a vibrant nebula. "What do you want from me?"

Cosruns looked at him, the cosmic colors of its markings shifting as they considered the question. "The universe hungers for connection. We long for allies to tell stories, to share wisdom, to bridge our differences. With your insight, perhaps we can foster understanding and inspire a new age."

In that moment, all of Clayton's reservations began to dissolve. His life back on Earth hadn't been a waste after all; it was a foundation—a preparation for this. He felt invigorated by the possibility of impact, of being part of a grand narrative beyond anything he had ever conceived.

As days turned into weeks, and Clayton immersed himself in this new existence, he realized that the adventure had just begun. In a universe filled with wonders, he found his place—not only as an ambassador of Earth but as a wanderer, a seeker of knowledge, and a harbinger of unity.

And so, in the year 2145, armed with wisdom from both his worlds, Clayton stepped forward into the cosmos, ready to shape the future and, for the first time in his life, truly belong.