Hey guys, first fanfic so I'd really like to know what you guys think.

My motivation for this story was some of the great Mass Effect/Halo crossovers involving the bad-asses of Noble team, but none of them involved all the members of Noble team. I wanted a good fanfiction in which this Spartan squad gets a heart-warming reunion (or Emile's equivalent) in a way that still sticks to both Reach's and Mass Effect's stories. Now anyway, my Six is a male, and I'll do everything I can to just use his number. As for my Shepard, he's an all out paragon war hero with a spacer background who romances Ashley and stays faithful to her (and his first name is John). But don't worry; I'm still planning to fit in plenty of love.

The story starts out with Jorge's Noble sacrifice (sorry for the lame pun), and how he ends up in the Mass Effect universe. The story will routinely jump back to what's left of Noble on Reach to explain how they do the same.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the shit I'm writing about... blah blah blah... you know the drill

Alright, so here goes nothing!

Chapter 1: Tell Them To Make It Count

"At current velocity, 53 seconds till impact."

"Yeah yeah yeah" Jorge sighed in exasperation as he removed his helmet and once again addressed his newest squad-mate. "Bad news is: timer's fried, and so I have to fire this bomb manually."

"That's a one-way trip," Six argued vainly as he realized what Jorge was telling him.

Jorge responded dismissively "We all make it sooner or later," Six could see it in the Spartan's eyes: He wasn't afraid to die.

"Better get going Six, they're gonna' need you down there... Listen," he told Noble's newest member as he tore off his dog tags "Reach has been good to me; time to return the favour," And as his fellow Spartan grasped his dog tags, Jorge forced him to look him in the eye as he told Six with more determination in his voice than Six could have ever imagined possible: "don't deny me this."

Picking Six up, the Spartan II walked over the Corvette's hanger's barriers. But just before he threw his comrade back onto the planet below, he gave him a parting message.

"Tell them to make it count."

Saying goodbye to his friend, Jorge reattached his helmet and turned back towards the repurposed slipspace drive that served as a bomb. He was just about to press the 'detonate' button when he got a weird feeling in the back of his skull: a sort of 'sixth sense'. Jorge had gotten this feeling before in situations that had seemed hopeless at the time, and following it had always gotten him out alive. Jorge had quickly learned to trust this 'sixth sense', and to never, under any circumstances, ever question it.

This 'feeling' was telling him to pick up the slipspace drive, and bring it over to the Corvette's bridge, and that's exactly what Jorge did. By the time he got there, the Corvette was inside the Covenant Super-Carrier. The 'feeling' Jorge had then compelled him to have to Corvette make a slipspace jump at the same time he detonated the improvised bomb. It was ludicrous, and every other instinct Jorge had was screaming at him to just blow the bomb and accept his fate. Not listening to said instincts, Jorge programmed the Corvette for the jump, and then he immediately hit the detonator. The instant he did so, Jorge activated his armour lock and diverted all non-essential power in his armour to sustain it as long as possible.

Then all Jorge saw was fire.

"So why are you asking me to go investigate this 'ghost ship' that supposedly just appeared out of nowhere?" Commander Shepard demanded as he stared at the Illusive Man's projection in the CIC of the Normady SR-2.

"Shepard," The head of Cerberus explained, "the design of this ship doesn't match those of any known species; not even the geth, the Collectors, or the Reapers. My men's scanners just picked it up less than an hour ago, and I have absolutely no idea what might be on that thing. You're the closest reliable resource to it I have, and you've got the best chance of going in, and making it out safely."

Shepard grumbled "Alright, I'll take a look, but this is my 'thank you' to Cerberus for bringing me back. After this, you're going to have to make do with your pets."

"Thank you Shepard." The leader of Cerberus smiled in satisfaction, "Once you've cleared it of any and all hostiles I'll send salvage teams to find out what they can. Stay safe, and good luck on your mission."

Jorge could scarcely believe it – for a while he hadn't – but he was alive. Unfortunately though, Jorge was about to found out how shallow a victory that acctually was.

"Dot, what the hell happened? And where are we? I can't see Reach, and these star clusters I'm seeing don't match any I've ever seen before."

"Scans of the ship indicate that the slipspace bomb you activated has successfully destroyed the Covenant Super Carrier. However it appears that the blast sent us through slipspace at an unknown vector and velocity. The system we are currently in does not correspond with any UNSC star-charts. I'm afraid we are currently in uncharted territory, Noble Five." Dot replied in her ever-calm monotonic voice.

"Wonderful." Jorge spat. He'd successfully completed his mission, but now he was stranded out in the middle of uncharted space – sentenced to a slow, and likely painful death.

Aboard the Normandy SR-2, Commander Shepard was at the cockpit with Joker wearing full armour. The unidentified ship the Illusive Man had told them about was coming into view, and all three of his squad mates – Jacob, Miranda, and Kasumi (he'd dropped by the Citadel to pick up Kasumi and meet with the Council since the Citadel had been only one relay-jump away from the cluster this strange ship was located) – were getting ready in the armoury.

Once they'd all geared up they went down to the shuttle so they could board the ship without too much risk to the Normandy. "Alright, you all know the drill," Shepard told them all during the brief shuttle ride while everyone put on breather masks. "Scan everything carefully; salvage what we can; and eliminate anything we encounter that's hostile. Just remember, we're going up against an unknown, so be on your guard"

"Noble Five," Dot announced; interrupting Jorge's train of thought. "I am detecting a vessel of an unknown signature on an interception course for this ship"

Curious, Jorge walked up to the Corvette's windows wondering what he would see. Sure enough, a ship that didn't match the designs of UNSC, Covenant, or even insurrectionists was on its way towards the Corvette. The ship then slowed down, and opened a hatch from its underside to release a smaller ship, which flew the rest of the way towards the Corvette. As the small boarding craft landed at a site less than a hundred metres from where Jorge was, he cautiously backed into the shadows while keeping the shuttle in his sight. Though he may have practically been the son of Goliath in his armour, he could be somewhat stealthy when the situation demanded it. He immediately became suspicious when a hooded humanoid figure exited the shuttle with what he could tell was clearly a weapon in its hand. Three other figures also exited the craft, and when they stepped into the purple light of the Corvette's destroyed plasma cores, Jorge suddenly felt like several thousand pounds had been lifted off his shoulders: the figures before him were humans.

Shepard let Kasumi exit the shuttle first; she was the best when it came to stealth, and would likely notice anything that seemed like a threat. Once she nodded in assurance that it was all clear, the rest of them followed suit. They took a moment to look around them, gaping at the strange technology of the ship. Their thoughts were shortly interrupted by a loud voice with a Hungarian accent announcing "I don't know who you people are, but you're a sight for sore eyes."

They all turned in the direction the voice came from, only to gasp as they came face to face with what was practically a seven foot tall human shaped heavy mech.

"Who – or what – are you, and how did you get here?" Shepard demanded, cautiously keeping his Mattock raised.

"Spartan-052, Chief Warrant Officer of the UNSC. Name's Jorge, sir," the stranger responded casually, despite the guns pointed at him.

To say that Shepard's team was confused was an understatement. "UNSC, what is that?" Jacob wondered out loud.

This made Jorge just as confused as they were 'How can these people not know what the UNSC is?'

But before Jorge could voice his confusion, the armoured man in front of him lowered his rifle and introduced himself. "Commander Shepard, of the Human Systems Alliance Navy, Citadel Spectre."

Both sides were uncertain of what to say next, and then Miranda spoke up. "Shepard, this really isn't the place for questions that I'm not even sure will have answers. I suggest we take 'Jorge' back to the Normandy so we can do a more thorough interroga- sorry questioning there, sir."

"Sounds good, everyone get back onto the shuttle." Turning back to the Spartan, Shepard told him "Jorge, let me assure you that while you are on my ship you will not come to harm so long as you do not threaten me or my crew. Is that acceptable?"

Having a good feeling about the Commander, Jorge responded with a satisfied "Yes sir, lead the way."

Alright, first chapter's done, I'm hoping for a lot of feedback about what's good and what needs improvement. Now I know that Shepard isn't technically part of the Alliance, but he's way more loyal to the Alliance than he is to Cerberus, and he felt like he had to make an impression on Jorge. Also, both Admiral Hackett and Councilor Anderson trust Shepard, and fully support him.

My thanks go out to Colonel-Mustard 1990 for editing this chapter.