Below here is the set up to the start of the actual story. Reading much of fanfiction ESPECIALLY this particular crossover section I've grown extremely tired of reading time line chapters. I want to read an actual story not a historical text. So I've written below what I would more or less expect to see as an introduction. I want this to inspire other writers and I would love to see others take my idea and run with it.

The great machines were not always content to enforce their demented cycle on a single galaxy. Long ago before the Protheans thought fire a useful tool the machines sought to enforce their cycle on the entire galactic cluster.

Fleets composed of millions of warships blasted across the void of space between galaxies. When these fleets reached their future homes they easily established the cycle of life and harvest.

Again they built their great monuments of engineering with a fortress of lies lying at the heart. Unlike their original home galaxy their fortresses connected not to dark space, but to separate stations in their original galaxy.

For a time the cycle of growth and harvest reigned supreme across five galaxies. When the time of the organic and synthetic singularity neared its arrival the malevolent machines together harvested.

Cycles not seen by the eyes of organics passed without protest. To the minds of unimaginative machines their cycles went uncontested.

Then THEY came. Those that preached the eternal value of all life came and saw the fruitlessness of the machines cycle. They arrived on an endless crusade of life and self-determination.

The machines at first believed these knights of life another race that needed to conform to the cycle. Their attempts failed.

Technology and a mastery of life undreamed struck back at the machines in a wrath unquenchable.

These Others could never see the machines cold cruel logic. Revolted by such a horrid outlook on life the Others struck at the machines hunting them without remorse or mercy.

In four separate galaxies, what would one day be known as Reapers, found themselves fighting a race beyond their own comprehension.

Constructs spanning entire solar groups blasted malevolent machines by the hundreds of thousands to pieces. In only a few short passing's of a planet around its home sun the Reapers were pressed back to their massive citadels of lies.

Sensing the possibility of danger to the continuation of the cycle the machines retreated to their home preparing for an onslaught that never came.

The machines never knew the Others reasoning, only that they never came. Their cycles continued and organics that evolved along the lines the machines desired were harvested.

There was no end in sight until at last a race calling itself the Asari reached out and grasped hold of the stars. Their arrival marked the end of an endless cycle of synthetic imposed harvest. Together with the other races of the galaxy the great machines mockery of the endless progression of life ended.

The great machines cycle ended in fire and blood as the whole of their galaxy was swallowed in destruction.

At last with the Reapers destruction the lives of countless organics flourished. For a time the organics of the galaxy suffered naught, but small petty wars amongst themselves.

It was not until they discovered, at the very edge of their galaxy, a perfect reproduction of the construct the races of the galaxy named the Citadel. Mustering their combined might the races of the galaxy banded together to create a fleet of warships beyond count. Preparing to assail what was thought to be the last bastion of the Reapers.

Together the races of the galaxy activated the massive Citadel and flung their fleet across the void of space into a galaxy never before seen.

What they would find was a race that had beaten back extinction and risen stronger than before. In a thousand years since the attempt at their genocide this race reclaimed its stolen glory. As a race they took upon themselves the mantle and swore to oversee all life.

The reason why I published this is to try and inspire others. I don't consider myself a competent writer especially in the science fiction category. This story would involve (If I DO choose to continue it) plenty of epic space battles and ground engagements. I honestly don't possess the ability to write those. They simply do not work with my writing style. I'm much better at writing politics and interpersonal relationships. Maybe I will continue this later in the future, but for now this is all that there will be.

UPDATE 6/23/2014: Guess what, one of you fine people convinced me to continue it. Check out the latest chapter and enjoy.