It happened so fast, Garrus honestly didn't know what was happening until it almost buried itself in his neck.

"Stop!"

Shepard's shout came as loud as a gunshot. The pair froze. Garrus had his hands held up in surrender, leant back to keep his throat away from the tip of the silver-blue sword the strange woman was pointing at him. Her icy eyes were narrowed slits, her body perfectly still. The Turian felt his own outrage at being unjustly attacked by someone he thought was a good-guy rise up. His eyes darted for some way to counter-attack. But he had a very palpable feeling that if he moved even an inch, it would provoke her and he'd end up decapitated. That was an outcome he'd rather avoid.

The woman turned her head to regard Shepard as if he were stupid. "Are you mad, man? This is a demon!"

"It's Commander Shepard to you," he snapped. "And he's a Turian, his name's Garrus and he's with me! Not a demon! Now release him!"

When she'd mentioned the word 'demon', Garrus's mind had automatically jumped to the conclusion that she was obviously a human-religious nutter. It could help explain her strange choice of weapons and armour. However, she then completely blindsided him, when she slowly regarded Shepard's words, and lowered her sword from Garrus's throat. And then in the next instant, she was offering him her hand to shake.

"My apologies, Ser Garrus," she said with what he almost knew was a tone practised for shielding away any form of emotion. "If you are no demon, then I was at fault. I am Elaine Cousland."

Garrus's eyes darted to her outstretched hand and then to her face, loath to get near her should he be attacked again. But her face appeared reasonable enough, so he slowly reached out and grasped her hand and shook it. However, that didn't mean that his voice wasn't dripping with sarcasm. "Charmed."

The woman actually recoiled from him when he spoke. The reaction pushed him a little too far. He'd had one hell of a day, been attacked and slandered by her, and now she couldn't even disguise her xenophobia until he was gone? His fists clenched and he was just on the verge of growling at her.

Shepard seemed to share his sentiments, and threw Garrus somewhat of a sympathetic look. "Don't even get me started."

The woman snapped her gaze on Shepard, her face pinched with confusion. "You can understand him?"

The Commander blinked. "You mean you can't?"

"She can't?" Garrus echoed.

Her eyes darted back and forth between the two, worry growing in her expression. "All I heard was chittering and growling."

Instantly, Garrus felt a little bad about labelling her a xenophobe, when now that he realised, she must've just heard him speak his native tongue. Miranda voiced her scepticism. "Surely your Omnitool should be able to pick up some of it, at least."

"What is an Omnitool?"

"Seriously?" Shepard's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. "Who the hell are you? What bullshit are you tryin' to pull?"

"I don't think it would matter to you."

"Try me."

Elaine's expression grew hard, as if she herself was one remark away from throwing a punch. "Very well. I am Elaine Cousland, youngest child of Teryn Bryce Cousland of Fereldan, and a Grey Warden."

"Where are you from, Miss Cousland?" Miranda asked.

A pause. Those eyes shifted between all three of them. "In all truth, I do not know. I have been separated from my home-country and now find myself stranded."

Silence. Garrus and Shepard exchanged a look. That was vague at best, and even a Vorcha could've picked up how she was hiding something. Garrus's visor monitored Elaine's heart rate and temperature. Number one rule was that only the best liars could keep both in control when under pressure. Yet there was nothing. He shook his head at the Commander, but all it did was make the human male angrier as he took a menacing step towards her.

"Careful, Elaine." Shepard growled. "I don't like it when people try and play games with me."

Not only did she hold her ground, Elaine took her own step towards the Commander, and glared right back into his eyes. "Do I look like I'm in the mood to play either?"

More silence. Garrus thought his mandibles were about to hit the floor. Damn! The pair stared unblinking at each other, a silent struggle of wills taking place that left the air heavy. Finally, Shepard blinked, and he stepped back to regard the female before him.

"You don't wanna talk?" he murmured. Elaine let her stare speak for her. Shepard rubbed his face tiredly. "Screw this. Someone else can sort out this headache. Garrus? Use your omnitool for translations – just for now."

Garrus could've kicked himself for not coming up with that idea sooner. When he brought up the Omnitool, Elaine's eyes widened like dinnerplates. He ignored her. It took him a second to slip into the menu on his tool, but he eventually found it underneath all his other data. "It'll lag, but better than nothing, I suppose."

Running footsteps came from the gate. Everyone turned, just in time to see the colonist they'd found in the bunker come running up to them. He looked to the sky where the Collector's had vanished, despair written in every ugly wrinkle.

And then he turned on his would-be saviours, and shouted at them angrily. "What're ya doin' standin' here?! Ya lettin' 'em get away!"

"That ship is huge." Shepard shot back. "How exactly are we supposed to catch it?"

"Half the colony's in there! They took Egan and Sam – and Lilith! Do something!"

Elaine looked to the floor, a flash of guilt upon her face. When she spoke to the colonist, her voice was soft, almost musically pleasing to the ear in its sincerity. "I am sorry, Delan. I tried my best to save as many as I could... I wasn't fast enough."

"Oh great!" The man, Delan, spat back at her. "So the lives of my friends was in the hands of some douchebag and a crazy chick!"

Shepard shot him a withering scowl. "I did my best. You just hid in your damned bunker."

"If it wasn't for Shepard, you'd all be on board that ship!" Garrus piped up just as furiously in defence of his friend.

"Shepard?" Delan's tirade came short as he pondered the word. "Wait... I know that name. Sure, I remember you. You're some type of big Alliance hero."

"Commander Shepard," came a voice, one Garrus hadn't thought to hear again. Kaidan Alenko, in all his calm and collected glory came around the corner, his eyes rooted on Shepard. He spoke as if in a trance. "Captain of the Normandy. The first human Spectre. The saviour of the Citadel. You're in the presence of a legend, Delan. And a ghost."

"All the good people we lost and you get left behind? Figures." Delan shook his head disgustedly, and then turned on his heel to storm away. "Screw this. I'm done with you Alliance types!"

To Garrus's shock, Elaine leaned closer to him so that she may speak softly for him to hear. "Do you know this man?"

"Err, yeah." He murmured back. "We served on the same ship with Shepard years ago."

She glanced between all four of them, head cocked to the side. "You're all sailors?"

Garrus didn't have time to answer her confusing question, when Kaidan came up to Shepard, and shakily held out his hand, which the Commander shook. "I-I thought you were dead, Commander... we all did."

"Sorry Kaidan," Shepard said, in a move that surprised Garrus when he seemed to dismiss Kaidan's sentimentality. The Shepard of old that Garrus used to know might have been a dick to the rest of the galaxy, but to his crew and friends, he was as good as a brother to all of them. "Reunions are gonna have to wait. Cerberus brought me back to stop attacks like this."

"It's true then... you're with Cerberus now." Kaidan murmured brokenly, as if his worst fears had just been realised.

Again, Elaine leaned over to whisper to Garrus. "Who is Cerberus?"

Garrus regarded her suspiciously. How could she not know half the things she claimed? And be sincere about it to boot. "A pro-human organisation. 'Human advancement over other species', they call it."

The woman snorted. "Sounds like a bunch of racist assholes."

Garrus couldn't stop himself from chortling at her quick bluntness.

At the sound of his voice, Kaidan's eyes caught on the Turian behind Shepard. "Garrus too? I can't believe the reports were right."

"Reports?" Miranda asked. "You were already aware?"

"Alliance intel thought Cerberus might be behind the missing human colonies. They got a tip this colony might be the next one to get hit. Anderson stonewalled me, but there were rumours that you weren't dead. That you were working for the enemy."

Shepard shook his head. "Cerberus and I want the same thing: to stop the Collector attacks. That doesn't mean I answer to them."

"Do you really believe that? Or is that just what Cerberus wants you to think? I wanted to believe the rumours – but I didn't expect this." Kaidan's bitterness seemed to crack through the walls in his composure, as his voice dropped to a more threatening register. "You've turned your back on the Alliance! On everything we stood for!"

"You saw it yourself, Kaidan. The Collectors are targeting human colonies – and they're working for the Reapers!"

"I wanna believe you, Shepard." Kaidan shrugged, though his look said how much that statement was untrue, and Garrus was reminded why he'd never really liked Kaidan so much in the first place. "But I don't trust Cerberus. They could be using the threat of the Reapers to manipulate you. What if they're behind it? What if they're working with the Collectors?"

"Damn it, Kaidan!" Garrus snapped. "You're so focused on Cerberus you're ignoring the real threat!"

"Kaidan," Shepard said at last, rather softly. "If you don't want to listen to what I have to say, then do me a favour..." he leaned closer to Kaidan, until the pair of them were almost nose to nose. Like a feral animal, the Commander bared his teeth and hissed through a clenched jaw. "...and fuck off!"

Without waiting for a response, Shepard turned on his heel and walked away. Garrus kept his eyes on Kaidan, watched the human's face fall as he watched his Commander leave. To himself, in a small and pathetic voice, Kaidan spoke only to himself before he left. "Goodbye, Shepard."

"Joker, tell a shuttle to come pick us up. I've had enough of this colony." Shepard said into his comm., his back to his former friend and squadmate. Only Garrus could see by the slight set of his jaw how effected he truly was by this.

To offer a distraction, Garrus gestured to Elaine who was still stood beside him. "What about her?"

Miranda tutted under her breath. "Despite the fact she's a piece of crazy I don't think we need – she claims to be undetectable to the Seeker Swarms, able to sense the Collectors. Whatever that means, we need to study it. She could be invaluable to Mordin's research."

"Do not speak about me as if I were not here." Elaine reproached the Cerberus agent quickly.

Shepard stepped up to her and regarded her carefully. "Okay then, what do you think we should do with you?"

"Your objective is to stop these creatures you call Collectors?" she gestured to the alien corpses strewn across the ground. Shepard nodded. "Then our quests are aligned. These things took innocent people under my protection – I will avenge that. You might not understand this, but as a Grey Warden, it is my duty to slay Darkspawn – in whatever capacity they come. I will go with you."

Shepard nodded, but that guarded look never once left his eyes. "Alright. You're coming. But when we get to the ship, you and I are going to have a long chat about everything you've been saying. If you can't convince me, you're off. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal."

They awaited the shuttle to arrive and pick them up. That experience in itself proved to be another moment where Shepard and Garrus exchanged rather uncertain looks. When the shuttle landed, it appeared as if it took everything within Elaine to not freak out by what she called a 'flying carriage'. If Garrus didn't know any better, he would've said she looked ready to bolt, but Shepard made it none too obvious that he expected her to get in the shuttle and hurry up. Miranda made no secret for her distaste of Elaine's behaviour, so out of pity, Garrus attempted to at least appear the moral support for the woman. Despite how crazy she sounded, the way she reacted to everything that was considered common amongst the rest of the galaxy... He played with the theory that maybe she was a person from a very early human exploration vessel with cryo-pods; maybe it crash-landed and her mind had been addled?

Elaine was hesitant about getting into the shuttle, as if she feared it would burst into flames at a moment's notice. Her boot tentatively pressed onto the shuttle floor, and she carefully hoisted herself up. Instinctively, Garrus's hand hovered over the small of her back to help push her inside. Once they'd all clambered in, the pilot and Shepard spoke together and they were off to go back to the Normandy. Miranda buckled herself in and went through her files on her omnitool. Probably already making up her reports to the Illusive Man. Garrus however, watched Elaine.

She stood at the window of the shuttle, looking out onto the now shrinking world below. Her face had gone sickly pale, her fingers trembled so slightly only his Turian eyes would've been able to detect it. Such shock, terrified wonder, even slight awe; he watched it all dance across her face in the reflection on the glass. He studied her more intently, this quiet moment allowing him the time to analyse her the way he'd wanted to earlier through the scope. Her body was strong, even through the old-fashioned armour he could tell her muscles must be well defined, yet the human feminine figure was not mired in her outline. Her skin was so pale in complexion, even more so than Miranda's. Yet it was her hair and eyes that fascinated him most. Lightened gold strands adorned her scalp, and icy blue eyes almost the same hue as his own. It was such a rare combination in humans these days. From what he understood, red and yellow hair and green and blue eyes were a rarity amongst humans because their differing races had all melded together with the age where transportation was so fast they were no longer divided. Yet this woman seemed so far removed from what he had seen in other humans, she might as well have appeared to be a different breed.

There was something about her, in those eyes that spoke of something ancient and otherworldly. His mind kept recalling the look of those eyes as they'd regarded him through the scope. And he wondered, what did she hide?

The stars were coming closer to them, and Horizon was shrinking away ever smaller. Elaine's eyes were fixated on the huge view before her. A quiet whisper came from her full lips, and Garrus recognised an accent similar to Dr Chakwas or Councillor Anderson. "Maker's mercy... did we make the stars ours?"

There was something lonely, lost, abandoned in her voice. The Archangel part of him responded to the soul crying out to him for protection, and so he moved without even meaning to. He stood beside her, one arm held to the rail above them for stability.

"Great view, right?" he asked, and could've kicked himself a second time for how awful that sounded in hindsight.

As they cleared Horizon's atmosphere completely and entered true space, the shuttle gave an ever so slight lurch to adjust, despite the immersion dampeners. It was something so small, all the others adjusted automatically to it, their 'sea-legs' shifting their weight as easily as breathing. But Elaine had not been prepared for it at all. She yelped, lost her balance and stumbled.

Instantly, Garrus caught her around the waist to stop her fall. She clung to his armour, struggling to get her feet back under her in her haste to right herself. Miranda and Shepard both looked over at the commotion, and Garrus tried not to let his embarrassment make him blush under his neck. It couldn't come fast enough for the woman to finally find her feet, and stand on her own. Despite the fact that he let go of her so fast it was as if she had the plague, her grip lingered on his armour.

"Thank you, Ser Garrus," she murmured, as if unsure how to speak to him.

"Don't mention it," he muttered, and hoped she never would.

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Shepard tapped his foot on the elevator ride down to the crew deck. His last conversation replayed constantly in his mind, and the implications were, as Mordin would say... problematic.

When arriving back on the Normandy, Garrus and Miranda had skulked off back to their posts, and Shepard had taken Elaine straight to the Med-bay. With orders to Doctor Chakwas to give the woman a full examination and to put in a subdermal translator implant, Shepard had also demanded the new woman surrender her weapons and armour. That had made her bristle, almost to the point where she refused. She put up a good fight, and told him how she didn't trust him enough to relinquish her most precious possessions. Some part of Shepard could understand that. It was her battle-gear, the very tools that kept her alive, that were now as close to her as her own skin. But still, he didn't let up. He wanted them examined, and she needed to get out of the armour. Only after Doctor Chakwas – ever the diplomat and mother hen in these situations – advised Elaine she needed to let her look at the wound on her waist (which the girl was surprised they'd noticed when she'd tried so hard to hide it) did she relent. Shepard had then carefully taken the armour and weapons up to the armoury and to Jacob, ordering a full examination whilst he reported to the Illusive Man.

Once again, the Cerberus head managed to irritate Shepard beyond what should've been healthy for a normal man. All he got for his efforts were three new dossiers for more recruits. The Illusive Man had seemed interested in Elaine and had pressed Shepard for clarification, to which the Spectre had tersely replied 'mind your own goddamn business'. That shut him up real quick.

So Shepard was already not in the best of moods when he ended the call and strode back to the armoury to see if Jacob had found anything of note. Shepard didn't exactly believe Elaine's story, but her sincerity, and everything unusual about her, told him there was more to this than what it appeared to be. And Shepard's gut was rarely wrong. It didn't let up when Jacob gave over his half-finished report. Apparently, Jacob was flawed with both the design and construction of the items under his examination. The sword in particular was comprised of some materials that currently were unknown to all their databases. And the way the metals had been shaped and forged, Jacob claimed it indicated techniques that hadn't been used by humans for hundreds of years. Not even Asari that prided themselves on collecting authentic antique pieces from all races knew how to make things like this. EDI had then also piped up on how the stones embedded in the armour and sword emitted very strange and very subtle energy fields, the likes of which couldn't be detected unless one had the right scanners in place to look for it – which EDI happened to be doing.

Yeah... it was all so fucking strange. The slow-as-dirt elevator hummed loudly around him, allowing him to get absorbed in his thoughts. He knew Elaine was hiding something. But what? She paraded around in outdated armour and weapons yet used them as if she'd been doing so her whole life. She didn't have an omnitool or a translator, or seemed to know what any kind of tech was. And even some of the things she said, like calling Garrus a demon and talking about tainted monsters, it just pointed to the fact she was delusional. At face value, it was too much to believe. But then could he believe that she was somehow... misplaced? Possibly. Where did she come from? What backwater, middle-of-nowhere colony, run by pure-human-old-living-cultists did she escape?

The elevator opened and he immediately marched through to the Med-bay. The door opened for him just as Chakwas had finished up implementing Elaine's new neural translator. State of the art, real time translations with no lag and completely updated with all dialects and languages. All courtesy of Cerberus' generous wallet. Elaine didn't look best pleased, though.

"Your Doctor tells me this is the only way for me to understand everyone," she grumbled, rubbing behind her left ear. "Next time, I'd prefer a linguistics lesson... On second thought, perhaps not."

"Just give me a moment," Shepard said. He gestured with his head to Chakwas, and the good doctor met him at the corner of the room for the illusion of privacy. "Well? What'd you find?"

"You won't like the answer, Commander," Chakwas told him with a knowing smile. Shepard waited patiently for her to elaborate. Like a mother to the whole crew, Chakwas was the only person alive who could play with Shepard and get away with it. "She's non-identifiable."

"You mean there's no match to anything?"

"Commander, every human being undergoes a series of vaccinations throughout their lives," Chakwas explained slowly. "Several are given during infancy to prevent certain diseases taking root. Others are introduced later, to prevent no break-out viruses when interacting with alien species. All of these – ever since we first started colonising the Sol system – have micro-markers in place. It's how we're able to tell which jabs you have or haven't had, and it also tells us where you got them from. But Elaine has none."

"None?"

"Not a single one. Which is actually impossible when you think about it. She would've had to have been living in the middle of nowhere, on her own, her entire life. But then, how did she make it to Horizon? All space-flight travel requires some form of vaccinations. Even slaver ships will give their victims a general all-in-one shot, just to minimise the risk of outbreak."

"What about terminus cess pits like Omega?" Shepard suggested. "I'm sure not everyone gets jabs there."

"True, they may not have all the necessary jabs Alliance Space would recommend, but they all have the minimum required. Not even Omega would risk disease on such a wide scale. What profit would be in that?"

"Understandable. So did you find nothing?"

"Yes. And that is what worries me." Chakwas sighed. "EDI? Care to fill in our dear Commander?"

"Certainly." The round holographic image popped up on its display right beside Shepard's elbow. "I have run several thorough searches into Alliance databases. Medical records, dental records, authority reports, birth records, travel documents. None match with Elaine. She literally does not exist."

Chakwas gave Shepard a look. "Not even when you were out of the orphanage and running amok on the streets of earth, were you this hard to trace. The paper trail might have been scarce, but the odd police report still allows one to find you even so far back. The fact that we cannot do the same with Elaine in any capacity... it's just not possible. Oh, there's also some foreign cells in her blood that are rather interesting, but I'm waiting for a more thorough analysis."

Shepard crossed his arms, the fingers of his right-hand drumming along his bicep as he scowled, deep in thought. None of this boded well. Finally, he looked back at the Doctor, and gave her a dismissive nod. "Thanks, Doc."

Graciously, Chakwas left the room and locked the door behind her. As always, Shepard appreciated her sense of knowing what it was he wanted. Turning back around, he slowly stalked closer to the woman still sat with her feet dangling off the edge of the bed. Elaine watched him approach, her icy eyes guarded. The Commander pulled up a chair and flipped it around to straddle it backwards. His gaze matched hers and the silence pressed in on the room like the vacuum of space outside was slowly crushing the ship.

"Alright, Elaine," Shepard began slowly. "You're going to tell me where you come from."

She didn't answer straight away, her gaze unashamedly scrutinising him. Usually Shepard was the one doing that, and he found the switch a little unsettling. "I don't think you would know it... I'm from a country called Ferelden, in a place called Thedas."

Shepard tried very hard to not bite his lip and admit he was lacking. "You're right. I don't know of that Colony."

"And I do not know how to find it. I am adrift, as it were."

"Then how did you end up on Horizon?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I was fighting alongside my companions, and then I awoke in the physician's room."

The Commander mulled over that. Perhaps it was possible she crash-landed after an attack. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the question that had been bugging him. "Why do you use such outdated weapons? Why do you pretend to not know what any tech is?"

She shook her head, exasperated. "Where I come from, we simply don't have this kind of advancement."

"Not a good enough answer." He shot back. "Even the earliest colony settlers were miles ahead of this."

"Commander," she said, voice hard. "If you will not believe what I say, then why ask?"

"I want to know why a random stranger would just hop aboard any ship to go kill Collectors just because she felt like it." He shrugged. "Nobody does that sort of thing just because: 'it's the right thing to do'."

She scoffed as if his statement offended her. "You want me to charge you a form of payment? Fine. I will help you defeat these Collectors, and in return you will help me find my way home. Deal?"

"You say that, but you don't even know the larger picture, let alone all of the smaller one. You don't know what's really at stake."

"Then tell me."

And just like that, he did. He was there for the better part of twenty minutes, explaining his chase of the rogue agent Saren two years ago and how it had led him to the reveal of the imminent arrival of the Reapers. He explained his encounter with the Reaper, Sovereign, and how it had revealed the Harvest cycle of every civilised organic being in the galaxy every 50,000 years. Then he went on to explain how he was now working with Cerberus, a terrorist organisation, because they were the only ones willing to give him the resources to oppose them, where the idiotic Citadel Council refused to believe the Reapers were even real. At last, he caught up to date by telling of how the Collectors were abducting whole human colonies at a time, and how Shepard and Cerberus suspected they were working with the Reapers... and how they were on a mission to destroy the Collectors from which there might likely be no return.

Through it all, Elaine sat and listened in silence. Every now and then, when he explained something that seemed a little too big, she would blink and her brows would furrow as if she were trying to work out a translation of it into something she could understand. But otherwise she kept pace with him. Even when he described huge sentient starships waiting in dark-space like bogey-men to eradicate all life, she hardly made a face.

Finally, when he was finished, she nodded and simply said: "Very well. All the more reason for me to stay."

Shepard's brows rose all the way nearly to his hairline. "What? Just like that?"

Her gaze glanced away to some distant corner of the galaxy he could never hope to find. "I've seen my fair share of the apocalypse. Yours does not seem that farfetched to me."

"And you'd join us?"

"I might not want to go back to that sort of hell. But I know there are two types of people in this world. There are those who do nothing, and take the consequences, or there are those who do something about it. I'd like to think of myself as the latter."

Honestly, Shepard was a little flawed by her honesty, her resolve to go into certain death and not even flinch. Yet still, he couldn't help but blurt his scepticism. "And I'm just supposed to believe that you don't know next to anything about anything and everything? You don't know who the Asari or Turians are? No recent history? Nothing?"

"You're implying that on that account I am disingenuous. Just because you cannot understand it, and that comes very close to offending me." She warned. "A recent acquaintance of mine said that some things are beyond our ability to understand, and that perhaps this is one of them. Try to bear that in mind."

Silence. She crossed her arms and let him make up his mind on his own. Her chin was tilted upwards, her icy eyes glared down her nose at him. Every inch of her exuberated confidence in her abilities, in what she had just said. It was either take it, or leave it. Some part of Shepard, an old part that he'd thought had died with the original Normandy, admired that about her, could see himself assimilating her easily into a part of his crew and team. But those days were gone and buried. The galaxy was much crueller then even he'd once thought it to be. To win this fight, he couldn't be the Commander he once was, he had to be so much more, someone who stood a chance of winning the fight. And that meant to hell with the consequences.

"Alright then." He nodded and finally stood. "EDI, have Chambers deliver Miss Cousland a stack of datapads to get her up to speed on everything that's going on. I won't have her offending my crew because she doesn't know any better. And also tell her to provide a standard Omnitool."

The AI responded into his earpiece. "Of course, Shepard."

Elaine cocked a brow. "So I am to stay, then?"

"Like Miranda said, I still need you on my ship to test this Seeker-Swarm immunity." Shepard explained in his 'business-as-usual' voice. He walked to the door and it unlocked for him, yet he paused on the threshold. "Otherwise? You're still on a trial basis. You're still hiding something from me, and until I'm sure about you, you'll stay exactly where I can see you."

Her voice cut across him, as icy as her eyes. "So I am to be your prisoner, then?"

"For now."

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Author's Note: Hello beloved readers! Welcome to my Mass Effect/Dragon Age crossover! I haven't put up an A/N or any type of introduction until now, because I wanted to see what the reception to this story would be like before I fully welcomed you all. I was basically just testing the waters.

But I'm so happy you all seem to be liking it so far!

This idea has been swimming around in my head for ages, but it has only really manifested itself very recently when I've replayed the original Mass Effect trilogy and the start of Dragon Age Origins a few weeks ago. There will be some influences from the newest Wonder Woman movie and from other crossover favourites of mine, such as "Stars Fade" (which I think all of you should go check out if you already haven't!). I hope to update this regularly, and I pray that all of you will stick with me and enjoy the ride!

And yes, if you can't already tell, I have a Renegade Shepard and a mostly Paragon Cousland. BOOM! Let the screaming matches begin!

Also, someone asked me in the reviews to post Elaine's class specialisations so that they could get a better understanding of her abilities. Usually, my headcannon!Cousland always has Templar abilities, but seeing as how I thought that would make her too OP in how I want this shared universe to work, I've instead settled on these two specialisations: Champion and Berserker. With these two, Elaine focuses on leading the charge and inspiring her allies, whilst also being ruthless and bloodthirsty when she punishes the wicked.

And please review! I live for all feedback you can give me! Pretty please?