Lebenden_Toten

A Feeling of Importance

Well let me start this off by saying that this is my first Fanfiction! So any constructive criticism is welcomed. So while reading Fanfiction over the past year I realized that I would continually get frustrated while reading others work, this is not because their work was not good by any means (anything that they come up with would normally be hundreds of times better than anything I came up with) but when I finished I would always be on brainstorming high if you will. Coming up with hundreds of different ideas that I couldn't do anything with at the time. So, I feel that now that I am starting my own Fanfiction I can give shape to those random ideas that bounce around in my head while waiting for one of my favorite stories to update.

So on to the actual information about the story! This will be a self-insert of sorts, this is mainly because I find some of these to be the most interesting (well to me), and that it allows you to "connect" with the main character more than the traditional protagonist. The way that this is going to work is that basically the first few chapters are going to be the protagonist (it's a self-insert of sorts) being thrown into the Halo Universe. Eventually however the protagonist will be moved into the Mass Effect universe, what I haven't decided on yet is whether or not to bring any other characters/things from the Halo universe to Mass Effect. I guess we will just have to wait and see .

Onwards to character details!

For reference to most statistics here is data on Sierra-117 (John) or the Master Chief

Height (without armor): 2.083 Meters (6'10ft.)

Height (with armor): 2.18 Meters (7'2ft.)

Weight (without Armor): 130kg. (286lb.)

Weight (with Armor): 451.3kg. (995lb.)

Armor Config for insert sections: user/Lebenden_Toten/library/?sort=3&page=1

Character stuff

Name, First: Andrew

Name, Last:-REDACTED-

SPARTAN TYPE: SPARTAN II

Spartan Designation: 095 (Spartan is 095 will be who I will be "Replacing" he was chosen for the SPARTAN II Program but was never conscripted.

Specialization: CQC

Hair: Brown, Mohawk (don't judge me it was Halloween and I got a Mohawk, though I do sorta look like Vaas from Farcry 3 so… worth it)

Eyes: Hazel

Tattoo (Once in UNSC): UNSC logo, back

For reference on the following, I'm about 5'7-5'8 and 16 years old (supposed to get taller)

Weight (pre-Spartan): about 61.235 KG. (135 LB.)

Weight (post-Spartan, out of armor): about 135KG. (297.63LB.)

Weight (post-Spartan, with armor): about 456KG. (1005.31LB)

Height (pre-Spartan) about 1.7 Meters (5.7ft.)

Height (post-Spartan) about 2.13 Meters (7ft.)

Height (Post-Spartan, with armor) about 2.24 Meters (7ft. 4in.)

Random Info About me (this has some importance)

-I intend on joining the Army (or Marines still haven't decided)

-Huge Halo and Mass Effect Fan

-Play guitar (electric)

-Involved in a JROTC (well a group trying to get a JROTC at our school)

-I'm a squad leader (my men come first)

-Current Rank of Sergeant

-Seen a bunch of 'classic' war movies, "DAMMIT PRIVATE PILE"

-Considered to be a pretty decent tactician

-Always have had a desire to figure out how things work (electronics, firearms, and so on)

-I play Soccer

-Ich nehme deutch klasse! (I take German class, this is mentioned because I will sometimes use German while I am 'speaking' during some dialogue.)

Most of this will be brought up in some way, at some point.

Finally thank you all for reading this extremely long intro, and thanks to my sorta Beta reader the esteemed soviet particle physicist Dr_Yuryi_Reznov, who also happens to be a cat. Also A big thanks to all of the reference sites that I use throughout the writing of this, Halopedia being a large sources as well as the halo novels and of course the Halo and Mass Effect games.

-I will not change the timeline of either game… much…-

Author's explanations/ramblings in parenthesis, (like this!)

Character thoughts in Italics

Point of view Swap –(Random Character)-

WARNING: if you have not read "Halo the Fall of Reach" lots of this will not make sense (assuming any of it makes sense regardless…)

Final little note, Im not entirely sure how often i will be updating due to school reasons (just a heads up).

I do not own MASS EFFECT, HALO, or any other references included in this Fanfic.

Chapter One: Choices

Getting lost is normally not considered to be a good thing. Though everything (well almost everything) can lead to good when considered from a different point of view. In my case getting lost, at least today, was just drifting along the beat of the music play through my headphones as I walked home from a meeting with my JROTC group (I was in an Army ACU). To the passerby my music may have been a bit too loud, but to me it was just right. It drowned out the swish of the trees as they danced in the wind, the meaningless conversations that always filled the air, the endless problems and agendas that followed my life like a plague. Believe it or not it also blocks out the noise of a truck, driven by a drunk driver that seemed to believe that the sidewalk was meant to be used as an express lane during the afternoon traffic. One minute I am listening to a song by Rise Against and the next my face becomes a bit better acquainted with the ground and that very truck driver thinks about the rather interesting speed bump he just went over.

-(John 117's POV)-

"Hey John we found someone," came Kelly 087's voice over the radio.

"Is it one of ours or one of Menendez's instructors?" I replied.

"Well he's our age but I don't recognize him, I'm gonna move in for a better look… Oh shit, John he's banged up pretty bad, legs are twisted in all the wrong ways, lots of blood too."

"Roger that, try to stabilize him for now, I'll send Sam and James over to help out."

"Affirmative," was the quick reply she gave as the radio clicked off. I reached for our emergency link that we had to Deja (so I didn't really want to search Microsoft word for the correct symbols sorry!) or AI teacher who was on backup in case something went extremely bad during a training exercise. I think this would count as "extremely bad"… we don't even know if this guy is UNSC, he could be an inni for all we know. Right before I opened a connection to Deja though my comms unit crackled to life and the voice of Doctor Halsey came though my headset.

"John what's going on?!" was the first thing that came through the static. "A few moments ago we detected a large energy signature from Kelly's current position."

"We don't Know yet Ma'am," I answered. "Kelly said she found someone laying on the ground in the area, same age as ourselves and pretty banged up, I was just about the let Deja know."

"Ok, bring him back to the base with you and we will find out more about him once he has been patched up."

"Will do Ma'am, 117 out."

-(My perspective)-

Oh, shit did anyone get the plates off that semi? I thought as I tried to open my eyes. To my surprise I found that I couldn't, it felt like my eyelids had been attached to a set of weights. So I settled for just trying to listen. Muddied voices filled the background, as if they were behind a thick curtain. I couldn't make out everything that was said but herd the distinct words of lacerations, concussion, broken bones, and genetic requirements. Wait, one of these things are not like the others… genetic requirements? And who the hell thought it was a good idea to take a hammer to my head, wait it wasn't a hammer… It was a truck!

After coming to this rather frightening realization I decided it was time to look around again, and promptly failed. On the bright side my hearing was getting better though as I started to be able to hear a conversation.

"…. Driver's license….2014….21st century uniform…. Elaborate Hoax…. Impossible."

Ok then… sounds like whoever found me is going through my stuff, but what's so odd about 2014?

I was finally able to coax my eyes open to see a gray ceiling above my head. YES progress! I decided to lift my head to look around and promptly let out a groan of pain as my neck cracked in what seemed like a million places. Immediately the voices I heard earlier stopped and I started to hear footsteps coming towards me. My mind immediately jumps to worst case scenario. Oh shit, shit, shit, shit, what if it's like aliens… or, or terrorists... Wait a sec what the hell do they have me on. I think as I look at the IV in my arm then at the stand next to me. "Well that makes sense," I quietly say to myself as I look at the label, "morphine, huh."

My attention is immediately drawn to the door as it slides up into the ceiling, just before it disappears I see an emblem on the doorway. It was that of the United Nations Space Command, or UNSC from one of my favorite video games, Halo. "Ah shit…" I had just seen who was coming into the room.