OK! Finally got this finished. I've been trying to write something like this for a while, right after I found this site. There are a lot of good Halo/ME and Halo/SW fanfics, but they never really… did it for me. So, I started writing this and thought, "Hey, why not throw in Star Wars!" This is my first fanfic, so please leave reviews and suggestions so I can improve. Thank You!

UNSC Borealis, Unknown object near Shield-world Requiem, 2558 (UNSC Standard)

Captain James Anberthy looked out onto the strange, new Forerunner installation. After the fleet had returned to Requiem after the New Phoenix incident, they had detected an odd radiation reading orbiting around a gas giant close to the Shield World. His Marathon-class cruiser, the Borealis, had been dispatched to investigate the disturbance. It was the most natural choice, given that it was one of the only two Marathons assigned to the fleet, and this one had been upgraded with a plethora of Oranger Mini-MACs along its flanks, hidden in recessed ports. This gave the ship a significant advantage to other UNSC ships, as it could unleash a deadly broadside instead of relying solely on one heavy, but coaxially mounted MAC. The Borealis was also the only other ship in the fleet to have its own contingent of Spartans - Apex squad. The Captain had a talk with Laskey, an old friend of his from the Human/Covenant war, about the upgrades, and Laskey had requisitioned them for the him under the pretense that they were to replace weapons damaged during the Second Battle of Earth, and to promote inter-service cooperation between the Spartan branch and the other branches of the UNSC. Anberthy smiled at the memory. As much as he prided himself in being an honest, fair captain, he enjoyed subterfuge. He put his memories aside as the object they had been sent to investigate came into view. The structure appeared like two pyramids stuck together, with the standard random-looking seems criss-crossing its silvery, high-tech surface. Anberthy turned to a waist-high pillar standing next to him. A light flickered, and the image of a twenty-first century female naval officer appeared on top of the pedestal. Her hair was cut short, and alert, intelligent eyes looked at Anberthy with an appreciative and somewhat embarrassed gaze. He cracked a smile. "Nice of you to join us, Adrian. What were you doing down there?"

The AI's avatar blushed, but tried to cover it. "I was analyzing Forerunner artifacts recovered from Requiem." Anberthy smiled wider. "And you lost track of time again, didn't you?" The miniature figure blushed even fiercer and her head bowed down in defeat. "... Yea, I lost track of time again."

The captain laughed. "Well, while you were analyzing the trinkets we got from Requiem, I got you a present. It's right off the bow." Adrian's avatar grew brighter and a wide smile crossed her face. "Wow, you really found a nice one! Give me a minute to get into it's systems."

Anberthy kept the smile on his face. Adrian was an... eccentric AI, often delving so deeply into a task she tuned out all others, but he knew that unlike other AI, she wasn't in danger of rampancy. The Gen-7 smart AIs had their essential systems on a continuous run-cycle, allowing them to devote all their time to their tasks. In addition, they had the ability to selectively delete data and construct neural pathways without them being forced to connect them, enabling the AI to remain operational for longer. Adrian's propensity to lose track of time was just a residual effect of the woman she was based on. His smile turned sad. That woman had been his sister. She had died during the Second Battle of Earth, killed by a Brute's blade. She had always wanted to have an AI made from her brain when she died, but both of them had always assumed that it would be a long time before she got her wish. He shook the thought off as he noticed a strange energy surge across the Forerunner structure. The turned to the pedestal as Adrian's avatar appeared on top of it. "What's going on with the structure? What is it doing?"

Adrian's avatar looked slightly panicked. "I don't know! I hit an odd programing block on the way in, and while I was trying to clear it, this started happening!" Anberthy turned as gold-tinged lightning started playing across the surface. As he watched, a glow appeared around the Infinity, hundreds of kilometres away...

UNSC Infinity, Orbit around Shield-world Requiem, 2558 (UNSC Standard)

Captain Thomas Laskey stood over the holotable on the bridge of the Infinity, half-watching as the Spartans moved on the Storm base where Halsey was being held. He was frantically searching his mind for a regulation that he could use to prevent the Spartans from killing Halsey without having Admiral Osman haul them all before a tribunal and convict them of treason. She was a monster, to be sure, but her outburst upon finding out that John-117 was alive... he believed that she truly regretted her actions during the SPARTAN II project, and that she was trying to make up for it. Her eyes, dulled and possessing an internal, desperate fire, looked as though they had seen a lot of pain. He shook off the thought. This shouldn't be an emotional decision. She was the UNSC's foremost expert on the Forerunners, and the crew of the Infinity was currently in a battle with the last member of that species. It was only logical to keep her on board until the current operation was over.

He brought his thoughts back to the real world, and turned to his comm officer.

His thoughts were again disturbed by a sudden cry. One of the bridge crew was frantically yelling from her station. "Massive energy spike around the ground team! Repeat, massive energy spike around the ground team! It's unlike anything I've seen!"

Another crewmember shouted across the bridge. "I've got a similar reading around the ship! What the hell is this?!"

Laskey quickly shifted the holotable to the charts the bridge crew were looking at. Two massive, identical mountains shot up, quickly exiting the holotable's projection range. Well, this was a problem. He glanced out the window as he noticed a strange glow. A massive amount of golden energy swirled outside the viewport, moving faster than his eyes could track. Suddenly, the motes of light grew brighter and spun faster, forcing Laskey to shield his eyes as it filled the bridge...

SSV Normandy SR-2, Near Tuchanka, 2186 (Earth Standard)

Shepard stood in the conference room, just down the hallway from the CIC and the War Room, looking out at the stars. He liked to do this during his free time, just forget about everything that was happening. It looked peaceful out there. Unfortunately for him, that peace brought back the realization that the very galaxy he was looking at was at war. The Reapers had attacked Earth, razing Vancouver and savaging the System Alliance fleet. Soon after, they had attacked the other council races, attacking Palaven and threatening Thessia and Sur'Kesh. On top of that, the Humanity-first terrorist organization Cerberus had decided now was a good time to start taking territory for themselves, doing everything possible to disrupt Shepard's attempts to unite the disparate races of the Galaxy together to face the Reaper threat. If they didn't get help soon, the fight might be lost.

Joker came over the intercom, bringing Shepard back into the real world. "Commander, We're coming up on Tuchanka, but I'm picking up some odd energy readings from around Vaul. They don't appear to be Reaper, but it might be worth checking out."

Shepard turned to a camera watching the room. "Go ahead. I'll get Wrex and meet you on the bridge. It's his system, so he'll probably want to see what this is also." He felt a slight quiver as the ship turned away from Tuchanka and towards the distant gas giant. Shepard walked back into the War Room to collect Wrex. Within ten minutes, the Normandy was in a stable orbit around the gas-giant Vaul and was cautiously approaching the odd energy reading with the stealth drive engaged, and Shepard and Wrex had reached the bridge. Wrex was less than happy about their manner of aproach.

"Whatever it is, it's trespassing on MY system. We should just shoot the damn thing and get it over with."

Shepard rolled his eyes. "If it is hostile, I'd rather get the drop on it. An enemy can't hit you if it can't see you. Besides, the signal matches nothing the Reapers, Geth, or Cerberus ever produced. If it's friendly, I'd rather not start off a first contact by shooting the newcomer."

Joker turned before Wrex could respond. "We're coming up to close-in scanner range now... Holy shit. That's a space station!"

EDI took the opportunity to chime in. "The object's composition and energy signature do not match any known structure. I believe we are dealing with the construct of an unknown species."

Shepard nodded. The structure was now coming into view of the Normandy's windows, and it became pretty obvious that it wasn't made by any known race. The station was shaped like two pyramids placed end-to-end, with what appeared to be random channels criss-crossing its surface. As Shepard watched, the channels started to glow red-orange. The glow grew brighter as arcs of gold-colored lightning started flowing across the surface.

EDI's robotic body began quickly shifting around windows on her console. "Power and radiation readings from the object are increasing."

As the glow continued to intensify, and the electricity became more frenzied, a few motes of light began flying around the viewports. As the light grew more intense, alarms started blaring around the ship, sending crew members into a panic. The glow continued to brighten until it filled the cabin...

Imperial Star Destroyer Devastation, Aramantari system, 4 ABY

The captain of the Devastation strode down to the viewport to get a better view of the battle that raged outside. Several Rebel corvettes and one oddly-shaped cruiser had engaged his fleet. Big mistake. Though the Emperor had died, the Imperial Starfleet was still a force to be reckoned with, and he still felt supremely confident in the Empire's chances against the Rebellion. As soon as a new Emperor was crowned, the whole business would be brought to a close. He allowed himself a small smile at that. He motioned to his tactical officer to send the battlegroup in for the killing blow. "Let's finish off their pathetic fleet."

His sensor officer turned towards him and shouted across the crew deck. "Sir, I've got a new contact! The profile is odd, though. It's shifting around a lot, like it's phasing in and out of hyperspace."

The Captain dismissed that with a wave of his hand. "It's most likely the sensor array malfunctioning again. Whatever reinforcements the Rebels have brought in, we'll deal with. Plot an intercept course for the contact. These scum will face the full force of the Empire!"