IMPORTANT NOTICE: THIS IS CHAPTER HAD BEEN REMADE IN THE HOPES TO ADD A BIT MORE CONTENT TO THE STORY

Heeeeeeey. So I just finished playing the original Mass Effect series and thought "Hey! How about a Sailor Moon/Mass Effect crossover?" Yeeeeeah, suuuuuuure.

Here is Database entry from ME1 for Shepard.

Gender: Male

Origin: Colonist

Reputation: Ruthless

Specialization: Soldier

Talents: Electronics

And here is some other stuff.

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5'10

Death was nothing new to Shepard. He used to be terrified of it, both during and after he fought Saren. Luckily there had always been one more mission, one more planet to survey, or one more Geth base to raid too keep his mind of the lunacy of what he was doing. When he met his end the first time; sucked into the vacuum of space and left to suffocate from a breech in his suit, he had only a few moments to recognize that he was, in fact, going to die. But in those moments of his imminent demise he found that it didn't really bother him that much. Sure, it wasn't the way he always thought he was going to go, but he had finished the mission. He had stopped Saren, saved the galaxy, the Geth were no longer a threat, he was finally finished.

When Cerberus had brought him back he was….. well he didn't exactly know how he felt about it. In all reality he didn't have much of an opinion on it, Shepard had never been one for feelings in the first place. When he was told about the collectors and what they were up to he did what he had always done, get back up and push through. After all, what was one more mission?

The new Normandy was a nice touch, and although he didn't really show it he was grateful that Joker was still with him. Shepard was never much for getting close with the crew, he would throw in support as needed, but their mental and emotional problems were their own, not his. One thing he didn't understand was T'soni, he knew that she had had some form of crush on him but had never acted on it. Shepard, for his part would never ask either.

The second crew was okay, they did the job and did it well. Vakarian and Shepards views had always gotten along so he was no problem. Massani was a valuable part of the team as well, he did his job well, didn't ask questions, and had little to no emotional baggage that Shepard had to worry about. Shepard didn't have much of an opinion on Mordin, he was efficient and Shepard honestly couldn't care less about the Genophage so his views on it were no issue. Miranda ad Jacob were…. well they were Cerberus. Shepard got along with Jacob alright, they both were soldiers who were fed up with the Alliance. Miranda, despite being the less trustworthy of the two proved to be a valuable and asset to the team as well. She and Shepard had a sort of unwritten rule that said "stay off my back and I'll stay off yours".

Grunt was alright too. As long as Shepard pushed the right buttons he had one of the best fighters you could get be right behind him. A plus was that Grunt didn't really care how Shepard did things, which was something he was able to get use too. Jack, despite being a moody, annoying, brat actually turned out to be one of crew members that Shepard got along with the best. Once they had gotten used to each other they would sit down in the Normandy's dark underbelly and talk of their experiences. They never got into anything personal of course just missions, kills, weapons they had used for those kills, and once they had both gotten a kick out of listing off all of the people they wanted to see dead.

When Williams had declined to rejoin him on horizon Shepard really wasn't bothered. On the first Normandy he had always kept a policy of not telling his crew what they should and shouldn't do, that wasn't going to change the second time around. Besides, getting Tali back on was enough for him. Shepard had always liked Tali, not in a romantic sense mind you but more of a little sister type thing. Her innocence was something that Shepard could appreciate and he had always enjoyed talking about non-mission related topics with her. Thane was someone who Shepard could have done without, his combat skills were appreciated but his health complications were an issue, Shepard didn't want something to go wrong in the middle of a mission that would leave them one man down. In addition to this Shepard always just found the Drell…. Irritating, although he couldn't place why.

Legion was an anomaly, he hadmade his reasons perfectly clear and Shepard saw no reason to doubt him. Although, had the rogue Geth decided to turn on the crew, Shepard would phave had no qualms with blowing him into a thousand pieces on the spot. Samara's views were, at best, naïve. However, in spite of this Shepard did enjoy the talks they had. It was… refreshing to argue with an opposing view point.

But now it was all gone. The assault on the collector base had not gone quite as planned. Tali's death was unfortunate, the others too he supposed. He had discovered the collectors plan and put a stop to it, the downside was that he had lost his own life in the process. That wasn't what Shepard was hung up on though, he knew that the council and the Alliance would hardly listen to him, much less Joker. The Reapers were still coming, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Luckily, it really wasn't his problem anymore.

He had already given everything for the galaxy, and time and time again it had ignored his warnings and efforts, but no more. He was dead now, hopefully for good this time, he doubted Cerberus wanted to spend the money to bring him back again. He even further doubted that they could retrieve his body. He was now, at long last, asleep in the void.

Wait, something was different. He felt cold and that was a problem, he shouldn't be feeling anything! Then there was a warmth, it started in his chest and worked its way into his stomach and head, and then his arms and legs. It tingled when it came to his fingers, it felt oddly pleasant and yet he could not quite feel it. Suddenly there was light, it wasn't blinding like stepping out into the sun after sitting in a dark room, but was as if it were always there and you just hadn't bothered to notice.

Soon the feeling started to return, he could feel his limbs, his fingers clench. More importantly he felt an unnatural weight surround his body. It felt strange, it shouldn't feel right, yet he felt an odd sort of peace in its cold embrace. Why? Why did he feel so at ease while encompassed by the heavy, callous weight of the thing? He looked down and observed a sight that puzzled him. The thing was a hard shining black, on his right arm was a dark stripe of the most cheerless red.

Armor it was called. He remembered that. Suddenly he found he could speak, he knew words and phrases, names of places, people and things, and yet they meant nothing too him.

He tried to remember, but found he could not. There was nothing. Nothing but an endless expanse of meaning words, and pictures without an image. What had happened? Where was he? What was he?

Who was he?

There was something, a name, he felt he knew it but it eluded him. What was it?

"Shepard"

It all came flooding back. Mindior, the Batarian attack, N7 training, missions completed through heavy losses, Saren, the Geth, the Reapers, the Collector base. Liara, Ashley, Kaiden, Wrex, Miranda, Jacob Zaeed, Garrus-Jack-Grunt-Mordin-TaliSamaraLegionThane. Death. Failure.

Everything suddenly came crashing down on him, and he fell to his knees. His helmet was still on, he realized. So were his weapons, he checked his ammo counter, full. That couldn't be right. He had used most of the ammunition for all of his weapons inside the Collector base.

"I took the liberty of refilling them for you, I'm sure you won't mind," Said a voice, it came from all directions, reverberating through his very being and sending a shudder down to his bones. It sounded relatively female, the fact that it resounded all across the bright, white plain that shone before him made it quite hard too distinguish. It was odd.

In a normal situation Shepard's first instinct, being the uncompromising soldier that he was, would be to find out where he was, and what was going on. However at this point in time he happened to be a heavily disorientated, uncompromising soldier and was only able to shakily inquire as to the name of the disembodied entity.

"I have no name, not one that you would recognized. However I hope that you will find what I have to say to be worth consideration."

Shepard would have liked to snap out a comment about how it would be is decision, however at that moment he felt the strange compulsion to simply remain in his position on the ground and listen to the oddly soothing voice.

"There is a world, one far removed from yours. A simpler one, one without Krogan, Asari or any other race with which you have become familiar. Aliens did at one point exist, however at first glance you would be unable to tell them from an ordinary Human. A conflict which should not have happened happened, and the Alien races were decimated. It was by a cruel twist of fate that your path in your own world was made to cease, but your time has not yet come to an end."

"There are several children in this world, reincarnations of an alien princess and her four bodyguards. Now they are hardly old enough to walk, but when they grow older their past will be revealed to them and they shall aspire to be the protectors of the world. When their burden is set upon them they will be not much older than fourteen, and I fear they will not be able to face the dark clouds that will surround them. Not alone at least."

As the voice spoke Shepard felt a sensation which he had not felt since his family was slaughtered, peace. A nearly overwhelming calm that drowned out the weariness and worry the past years and allowed him to think clearly. He felt that he should be mistrustful, all of the instincts and training he had received over the years screamed at him to disregard the beings words as a trick. Yet, try as he could, Shepard could not bring himself to be suspicious. So he deigned to concentrate his attention on the voice as it continued.

"This is why I wish to send you. You have seen the inside of the darkness, stared it in the face and pulled yourself out. Indeed the strength of will you possess is like nothing I have ever seen. If you are at all able to impart a portion that strength onto these five, to keep them safe while they progress through their trails, I would be most grateful."

There was a small time of silence before Shepard spoke, his voice hard and focused, "You want me to babysit them?" That wasn't something Shepard was especially keen on doing.

A light giggle filled the air, once again Shepard felt his bones quiver.

"Not exactly. I want you to guide them, lead them through the joyless times they may be forced to face. Teach them how to confront their fear, their pain, and their loss. Help them learn what their responsibly may require, and help them fight if necessary."

Shepard was about to decline the offer, however an unwanted memory slipped its way into his mind. A memory of a young boy, a sole survivor of a ruthless massacre, sitting in an alliance medical bay his mind nearly lost and his spirit broken. Since that day Shepard had despised ungrateful children, most surrounded by love and joy and still unsatisfied.

In whatever world he might be sent too, there were five children that would eventually dive into something in which they had no business. Maybe their reasons were noble, maybe they weren't, but in the long run it didn't matter. He would teach them. He would teach them of the world they would rashly plunge into. Of the world they may think they understand.

But Shepard had one condition.

"What do I get out of it?" He said, he did not feel at all inclined to do this out of charity. The voice had said that they were toddlers now and wouldn't come into their own until they were at least fourteen. That meant that the assignment would take years!

"What do you wish for? Unfortunately, I am not able to send you back to your own reality, as I stated before, in that world you are well and truly dead."

Of course already Shepard knew what he wanted, and it had nothing to do with his world.

"If I complete the mission, will you kill me? For good?" Shepard had already had enough of life. This was the second time he would be brought back and he assumed that by the end of this he would be quite ready to throw in the towel.

The voice for its part was silent for a while. Though eventually it did speak again.

"If that is what you wish. However, know that I would take no pleasure in the act."

Shepard nodded.

"Then it's a deal. I'll wait for the kids, and when they come about I'll get them through whatever problems you think are going. I'll need information though, names, location, dates, that sort of thing."

"I thank you, as for the data you require you shall find it on what you call your 'Omni-tool' when you awaken. I will give you what you ask for, as well as knowledge concerning the world itself, I hope you find it satisfactory. Should you have any questions, you need only to fall asleep and ask me."

A glowing blue orb appeared around Shepard, and he could feel his senses start to fade away. Before he disappeared completely he heard the voice speak again.

"Two more things before you go, when the Sailor Senshi to appear you will need all of your strength to assist them. Therefore, as the years pass you shall find that you will not age."

Shepard's eyes opened slightly at that, the voice had said it as though it were an ordinary occurrence that he should be quite used to. Before he could present this point the being spoke again.

"Secondly, upon awakening you shall find all of your equipment to be there waiting for use. Should you need any ammunition or parts, just ask."

Shepard again felt himself start to wane, but before disappearing completely he had one last question.

"You said you have no name, what should I call you?"

He felt himself leaving now, being pulled out of wherever he was and being placed in another.

"Antee'a"

Then he opened his eyes.

Okay, so this is the rehashed chapter, I think I have succeeded in my goal of adding more meat onto the story. I wanted to do this now so that later I wouldn't have to redo the whole thing, I hope it's a bit more interesting.

Please leave review and I'll see you next time.