Edit; 12/11/2016

Alright! Alright! Jeez, I was just giving shemale-Shepard an idle thought. I wasn't actually going to go in depth with it. Jeez.

Shemale-Shepard is off the table, seeing as I can't actually make a plotline, however minor, with a intersex protagonist in it without people getting upset about a lack of sex or are under the belief that there would be a lot of sex to begin with.

Iiiiiii'mmm back! Just cycling through the stories I have, fending off new idea's and reading updated stories...

Not necessarily in that order.

Lost the internet for a while as well, now it flashes off at random times like it was 'End Task'ed, SORRY!

I'm thinking about making Shepard a shemale, see what happens. Needless to say, with the new sex choice, there will have to be a different selection of possible romance choices. Bi-sexuals should be fine, not so sure about the rest of the cast though.

The weapons I'm giving Tali will be, well, the Invective, from Destiny. And anything Ghost can salvage. Maybe?

Also, I'm thinking about crossing the Warlock and Hunter armours, to cover Tali's backwards legs while still keeping her purple scarf, sort-of, wotcha think?

Anyway, I nearly had a heart attack when I read a review from another crossover, and re-typed the last two chapters in the Document Manager for this story. Basically made Shepard a raciest against Tali (Turning Tali into Mass Effect's version of Spider-Man)... Needless to say, I changed my mind when most of my thoughts for the story were promptly shut down and I couldn't find a way around a particular scene. Namely, how to get Tali to agree with staying with the Commander, now that she's essentially immortal.

I do not own Destiny, or Mass Effect. I might have thought up Destiny lore, given enough prompting, but Mass Effect is too dark/bloody for my tastes. But good/excellent characters.

I will not say it again throughout this story, just here.

"I tried to talk them down. They made a grab for my Ghost. After that it was a short conversation." - Ikora Rey, 'Invective' Shotgun

Tali breathed in sharply, through the nose. Before she could completely digest that the Ghost, somehow, didn't know what the Citadel was, she was, metaphorically, bowled over by the sensation of the Citadel with a hole in her mask.

She began to panic, she could feel a breeze on her face. Different to when it is against the suit, making goosebumps scatter across her skin upon the unfamiliar feeling.

Tali'Zorah barely heard the Ghost as it started zipping around, glancing over her and scanning her with a thatched beam of some kind.

The Ghost moved in-front of her helmet, that she realized had a hole in, where her left temple is. It bumped its chassis against her helm, speaking a bit clearer and louder.

"-dian! Guardian! You are experiencing a panic attack! You need to calm down! Breath, Guardian!"

Tali didn't want to, felt the need to panic further, to abandon all pretense and scream and shout and call for help. She shoved that thought aside. If she was going to die, she wouldn't get anywhere by panicking.

Taking a deep breath, Tali ignored the non-filtered air flowing into her lungs, and instead focused on keeping calm and finding the closest medical center... hopefully one that would accept Quarians.

"Guardian!" Tali's eyes shot up from her fumbling with her Omni-Tool, "You no longer have an allergic reaction to non-local pathogens, and an immunity to all bacteria that will be detrimental to your health!"

Tali didn't catch all of it, but enough was processed that she could forget her panic to confusion again.

"Immune?" She asked, softly and hesitantly, almost like it was impossible for her to completely comprehend.

The Ghost 'nodded', "Yes, can't have a Guardian dying from something as trivial as a suit breach, that would just be embarrassing. Glad to see your not panicking now, by the way."

"What..?" Mumbled Tali, only growing more confused by the Ghosts talking.

"May I suggest a change of attire? Your suit, while efficient, is hardly befitting a Guardian, no matter how new."

Tali could only blink at the Ghost with wide, confused eyes, her mind trying to come up with how the Ghost would get the clothes.

"Ah, h-how will you g-get a new suit?"

The Ghost rolled its eye while it moved its body in a curve, almost like when a Human rolled their head and eyes in exasperation. "I have a selection of suits within my data-bank, a mix of Hunter and Warlock class armour to conceal your legs while letting you keep your scarf on, if you wish." The Ghost swiftly swiveled around towards the only entrance or exit to the alleyway before she could reply, before turning back to her. "Too late, Guardian. I will transmat a combination of armours. In the same colour as your current suit, of course. We have potential hostiles approaching."

The Ghost zipped towards the confused Guardian, before seemingly scanning Tali once more. In a rush of otherworldly feelings and sensations, Tali's suit was 'swapped', for lack of a better comparison, for a suit of armour in a slowly rising bright light.

Before Tali could even begin to grasp onto what was happening around her once more, the Ghost darted behind her and disappeared in a silver flash at the same time as a trio of Turians and a Krogan came around the corner into the alleyway, weapons barely concealed and hands nearby them ready to draw the weapons quickly. The Krogan already had his out.

They stopped at the sight of the completely alien armour, on what could only be a Human, that stood before them. Thrown off by the strangeness of the armour, and the fact that they were expecting a armed, trigger happy Quarian that they had to 'dispose' of and not someone else.

The leader of the trio, a Turian that towered over everyone but the Krogan, without any markings covering his face, stepped towards the disguised Tali'Zorah, invading her personal space as he glowered down at the significantly smaller being.

With a dangerous growling undertone in his voice, the leader leered down at her, "Has a Quarian come through here, Human?" He spoke with a silent demand under the question, clearly promising something negative if the question was not answered to his satisfaction.

Tali could only steel her nerves enough to reply with a shake of her head while her hands started fiddling with each other in nervousness. Thankfully, the Turian seemed to think nothing of it. Not that it mattered anyway, as the Turian reached for his weapon while the Krogan tilted his head to get a better view of the entrance to the alleyway, leaving him blind to the Quarian/Turian confrontation.

Tali quickly reached behind her for her own weapons, only to find no weapons attached behind her. Before Tali could really process what was happening, she felt a weapon... materialize, in her hand.

It was heavy, definitely requiring both hands to wield. Tali drew it in front of her and grabbed it tightly.

Before she could fully process what had happened and the new weapon in her hands, she was again interrupted, this time with the Turian backing away and drawing his weapon.

Tali automatically reacted, her reflexes swinging the new weapon towards the Turian with both hands and firing. The weapon, a shotgun apparently, kicked back enough to send Tali's aim wild, she was surprised as Mass Effect weapons didn't have much of a kickback, if at all, and causing the wholly unprepared Turian to become a form of blue war-paint on the other two beings.

The shock of a portable, handheld weapon disintegrating someone was enough on all the beings that witnessed it for Tali to subconsciously fire at the other Turian, which caused their shields to flash, before failing halfway through the barrage. The Turian was spared from becoming nothing more than a paste covering the Krogan, instead they were blasted backwards and bowling over the awed Krogan behind them.

The events caught up with Tali, now that she wasn't in immediate danger, and she could only stare at the weapon in her hands in astonishment. Turning the weapon over, she marveled at the orange dots that gleamed along the long barrel as well as the symbols that dotted around the weapon, the hand-held grip that fit her hands just right, as if it were fashioned just for her and lastly, the grip that was under the barrel. A text box flashed across the visor, labeling the grip as the reloading mechanism, and to pull the fore-end backwards.

Tentatively, she did so, while the Krogan slowly drew himself up to his full height again. He shook his head in... disappointment? Before slowly prowling towards the distracted Quarian.

He pulled up just outside hands reach, before rumbling, "That, was impressive."

Tali looked up slowly, gripping the shotgun slightly tighter. "Uh, thank you?"

"Haven't seen a gun like that before, or with those effects either." He shook his head slightly, and then continued almost boredly, "Whatever, I'm with the Broker. They sent another mercenary after Fist for his betrayal, he should be dead by now."

Tali blinked behind her helmet, "He is?"

The Krogan scrutinized her, tilting his head slightly on either side, "You're not Human." It wasn't a question, although it could've been from the Krogan. Tali shook her head while tightening her grip. The Krogan snorted, "You the Quarian, then?" A tentative and cautious nod. "Haven't seen a Quarian in anything other than am environmental suit. You got the data?"

Tali relaxed slightly, then breathed deeply, "I'd like to call off the deal, I'll manage."

The Krogan growled lowly in slight admiration, "Not many people cancel an agreement with the Shadow Broker, especially if he kept his side of the deal before the deal is made. You got some quad to face against him, Quarian. I might just stick with you for a while."

Tali shook her head, "How does he... No, never-mind, Shadow Broker." She breathed deeply, "I still want to call off the deal."

The Krogan nodded, "I'll inform the Broker of the change in your plan. Names Dayax." With the introduction done with, the now named Dayax turned away and started fiddling with his Omni-tool. Several seconds later he got a returning ping. Glancing through the file, the Krogan grumbled. Turning back towards Tali, he cast a glance over her again. "Shadow Broker wants me to stick with you, not the response I was expecting," he shrugged, "but there you have it."

Tali tilted her head in confusion, that wasn't what she expected to hear, either. "Why?"

Dayax glanced back at his Omni-tool, "Something about 'Ghosts', 'Guardians' and whatnot." He replied lazily.

Tali tensed in shock, recalling the Ghost calling itself that and her 'his Guardian', or something.

As if it was called, the Ghost flashed into existence facing Dayax just above and behind Tali's right shoulder.

Dayax blinked for a few moments, then lifted his shotgun slightly before seemingly loosing interest in the floating, spiked ball just as quickly. Although he did keep a eye on the Ghost. He snorted slightly, "Impressive parlor trick, Trinket, how'd you do it?"

"I'm a Ghost! Really." The Ghost 'huffed', before turning its attention towards Tali, "Guardian, I must insist that you vacate the premises..." The Ghost looked off slightly. It then shook it's ball from side to side several times, "Erm, where was I?"

Tali spoke up, "Run?"

The Ghost shook it's head vigorously, "No, no, no, no, no, Guardian. Tactical retreat, Guardians to not 'run'." The Ghost paused, then started musing to itself, "Actually, they do not flee... No, Blair always fled whenever he got into a perilous, for normal people anyway, situation. Ahh, well." The Ghost turned its attention back to the Quarian, "Yes, you should start running. Maybe towards the Human Embassy? They seem to be looking for you, or someone like you, anyway."

Dayax snorted, "Trinket, I didn't understand most of what you said, but the Human Ambassador might help. But is more likely not to."

The Ghost flicked it's eye over to the Krogan, "Then why are they looking for Guardian?"

"Tali'Zorah," The Ghost turned its attention towards Tali at the unexpected interruption, who started ringing her hands together. "Its' my name."

The Ghost's shell made a giddy dance around it, "Excellent!" Turning back to Dayax, the Ghost repeated its last sentence, "Why are they looking for Guardian Tali'Zorah then? Name matches up as well, so...?"

Dayax snorted in amusement, "Trinket, it may not be for playing 'nice'. She is a Quarian."

The Ghost shot forwards, right in-front of the Krogan's face. "And what does that mean?" It was asked politely, almost innocently. Almost. There was definitely an undertone of controlled anger.

Dayax tilted his head to the side to get a better view of the Ghost before replying, "Most of the 'civilized' species look down on Quarians and Krogan, think of us as thieves, beggars and unthinking brutes. For things that were done thousands or hundreds of years ago. Few Krogan, and only Krogan, can remember the Rebellion, only the longer lived species remember the Geth Uprising, not any Quarians."

The Ghost floated back slightly, glancing away in obvious thought, before it turned and shot back to Tali, "I still say you should give it a go. If something bad happens, I'll just... do something that should convince them to leave you alone." With that, the Ghost started orbiting Tali's head.

Dayax snorted in amusement, then turned his eyes onto Tali, "Funny little thing, that one, I might just enjoy this assignment." He turned towards the exit of the alleyway, making it several steps before noticing Tali hadn't followed him. Throwing a glance over his shoulder, he called back, "Well? You coming to the Human Embassy? I'll make sure you get out if 'things go south', as the Humans say."

The Ghost made a snort like sound from his orbit around Tali's head, then whispered just loud enough for Tali to hear, "Please, you will be the one saving him."

Tali shook her head with an embarrassed smile under her helmet, before reaching up and grabbing the Ghost as it passed over her left shoulder again.

"Common, this was your idea anyway."

Commander Shepard spent far too long trying to catch and keep up with her squad-mates, in her opinion.

Nearly an hour, she was just pleased that Wrex, the Krogan, was also panting heavily, just outside the alleyway that she could only guess the Quarian had just run down... Or they lost her, not good options.

Before she could ask, Wrex glanced at her before nodding slightly. With the confirmation, Shepard stepped into the alleyway, turned around the only corner and stopped.

Dead end. Shepard turned around to nail the Krogan with an inquisitive eyebrow raised.

Wrex sniffed deeply, checking the scents in the alleyway. "Scent ends here, Shepard. Blood doesn't help."

The Commander noticed half a bloody Turian laying on their side against one of the alleyways wall, and a smear across the floor. Shepard's shoulders fell, "We lost them?" She stated, more than asked.

"There was another Krogan," Wrex grunted out, "We should try them."

"Do it." Shepard nodded decisively, wondering why the Krogan was deferring to her all of a sudden.

As Wrex led their way out once more, the Commander couldn't help saying, "And the Goose Chase begins."

Sorry again for the awful timekeeping, computer at home isn't helping. Didn't get much done over the... Holidays?

Thank you for your patience, hope it wan't too bad for the amount of time I threw at it.

AK74FU2: Of course I will be continuing. I don't have any stories that are finishing any time soon. If at all, really.