Author's Note

I ran this through Grammarly I think caught lot of mistakes. I didn't have my proofreader online to read this for me. Forgive any mistake you find, I wanted to post this now.

Also just to give a little context here is link to two of races I am using in this fanfic.
https://masseffect.fandom.com/wiki/Turian
https://megaman.fandom.com/wiki/Reploid

Data Log 1: Rescue Team Alpha-653

Access Granted.

Note: The documents below are for Omega Level Clearance Only. These documents are files on The Shira Incident and what the current status of Rescue Team Alpha-653 is.

The USF, UNITED SPECIES FEDERATION, Rescue Team Alpha-653.

Crew Manifesto:

Commander Officer:

Colonel Mcdoland, Military Grade Reploid on Loan from the Reploid Galaxy Defense Force.

Second-In Commands:

Special Forces Officer Zantetsu on Loan from the United Earth Military.

Chief-Corporal Major, Mars also on Loan from the United Earth Military.

Royal Equestria Guard Unit:

Royal Equestrian Ambassador, Rarity

Royal Equestrian Master Sergeant, Rainbow Dash

Royal Equestrian Staff Sergeant, Apple Jack

Royal Equestrian Natural Science Officer, Fluttershy

Royal Equestrian First-Grade Air Force Captain, Amber Glow

Specialized Contacted Non-Military Personnel:

Science Officer, Midnight (Vim Scientist from Planet Vimvitae)

Senior Engineer, Waylon John (Turian Engineer)

First-Grade Engineer, Douglas Truman (Human Engineer)

Data Logs were captured by Douglas Truman's Engineering Suit. These were the only video and audio recordings gathered during the Incident.

Beginning Data Log 1……..

Systems were green as he checked over them again.

“Status Report, Mr. Truman?” The Colonel asked.

Looking over his shoulder at the being standing in the center of the ship and was overlooking the bridge himself was the Colonel. A seven-foot-tall Reploid, a type of Android that came about from the union of old generations of robots known as replicas and android.

The Colonel wore the standard Navy blue Colonel uniform with a white navy cap on top of his head. He has his arms crossed behind his back, while looking down at the engineer to his left with his brown eyes. His face was very humanoid-like and look more like it was flesh than it was metal. He also has a paper-thin mustache on his top lip.

"We're all green, sir," Truman said as four Equestrian mares walk on to the bridge. Truman tried not to stare at them but he couldn't help himself. A white-furred mare lead the pack of ponies to the bridge, she dressed in fine purple dress suit combo. As Truman eyes slowly wandered over each pony before he caught the heated glare from a rainbow mane mare who's been glaring at him since the start of the trip. He quickly snapped back to his monitor as he overheard the conversation above him.

“Have we arrived yet, Colonel?” The mare asked softly

"Not yet, Ms. Rarity.We are still a few clicks out." He answers tipping his hat to her as she entered

The mare let out a sigh at the Colonel answer. The Engineer nearby listening in lean over to his mentor beside him. His mentor was a Turian male, a race similar to birds or raptors in terms of their features. Despite this, their faces were more feline than avian, they still lack any visible ears or hair on their body through. Their skin was generally a grey leather-like texture. This Turian was called Waylon John, the senior engineer on this mission.

Waylon sunken in icy blue eyes slowly moved to look over at his apprentice. “Yes?” he said softly as he kept working at his monitor.

“Don’t you think this a bit weird? This is too many people just for a simple repair job?” the Engineer said quietly.

"Douglas, the Shinra is the largest Planet Cracker in existence. The Federation has poured a great deal of time and money into it and with it suddenly going dark like this it's only natural for the Federation to make a big deal out of it," Waylon said. "Also, I told you, you didn't have to wear that suit all the time anymore.”

Douglas let out a small sigh at Waylon answer. Being one of the few humans on board a small cruiser filled with aliens was... nerve-racking, especially when one seems to want to throw you out the airlock. Which give Douglas another reason to wear his standard issue engineer suit that doubles as a reinforced space suit. With it he could walk along the outside portions of a ship when needed to, as long as the small supple oxygen his suit carry last that is. Small pieces of armor plating covered vital areas meant to protect the engineer for when flying debris or explosions that might occur. It even had an old life gauge monitor on the spine of the suit encase of accidents.

"I know, I know. It just... It just makes me feel safe, ya know? Like what if we suddenly hit by something and the cabin decompressed. And it would be the one time I decide to lower my helmet. No, I am not gonna take that chance. Plus don’t change the subject, Waylon, all of this is just plain weird,” Douglas argued, leaning closer to Waylon to keep others from overhearing them.

“All of them are Royal Equestrian Guards. You know, those guys and gals that protect the ruling class of their home world. Hell, even our pilot is one of them,” he said, sneaking a glance at said pilot.

She was mare like the other four. She had yellow fur with a bright orange mane cut like a Mohawk curved to one side. She was wearing a blue jumpsuit with the Equestrian Royal logo patch into it like the other four mares. It was comprised of four symbols each one representing one of the four princesses of their world. A Sun, a Moon, a Heart, and a Star. The Pilot caught Douglas eyeing her, and she shot him a wink of one of her bright orange eyes. He quickly snapped his head back to Waylon, who was already chuckling at him.

"You sure know an awful lot about ponies for a human, Douglas," Waylon said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He clarified.

“Well, given the looks Rainbow mane over there has given you throughout the trip, I assumed old wounds from... before, were still open.”

"That was years ago man. Beside that was an only hand full of humans being ass clowns. If I recall Turian didn’t like the idea of humans joining federation at first.” He shot back.

"We had a good reason for that, you humans almost tried to kill anything that was different from you. Especially to the Equestrian." He explained.

"Again, that was only a few of us. Sure, some people are still asshats but what race doesn't have people like that? We changed…or at least, most of us have," he protested.

“Wounds run deep, Douglas. It takes time for them to heal, before people are ready to let the past go. Though, I am more worried about our two seconds in command. They're not the most…Friendly looking humans.”

Douglas turned around, off to the left of the Colonel leaning against the wall were the other two humans on board. Both were male, though a bit on the lean side but both are armed to teeth. One man was carrying Sniper Rifle on his back. The other man was carrying a pistol along with several knives and grenades. The Rifle carrying man looked younger with his shorter black hair. The man with the pistol and knives had long shaggy black hair with sunken in eyes with a bit of a five o'clock shadow on his face. Both men are wearing mostly black clothing, along with a black headband engraved with a strange pattern.

He slowly turned back to Waylon. "They do look quite…murdery. I don't think I have seen them take off their weaponry once during this whole trip," said Douglas.

“I know what killers look like. I’ve seen eyes like those to two have, far too many times. The Colonel has them too,” the blue-eyed Turian said frowning at his apprentice."I know this is personal for you but, don't try anything until the job's done. If you make the wrong moves on board the ship you could end up in cuffs or…worse."

“….I…I know. I won’t cause any trouble. Thanks again, Waylon, for letting me come,” said Douglas.

“No problem, partner.” He said happily.

“Also I don’t think the Colonel is the only robot on the crew. I'm pretty sure that science woman with the star hair is a machine of some kind. I mean, what the heck is a Vim? Have you heard of them before?” asked Douglas.

"You know that's pretty offensive to Reploids?" said Waylon. "Though I have never heard of them either, maybe they're just rare in this part of the Universe. So, why do you think she's a robot?”

"They are robots, Waylon. I'm not wrong about that," said Douglas. "She hasn't shown any emotions this whole trip and it doesn't help my suspicion when she only uses one tone to talk with. God, it felt like talking to a walking answering machi-"

“Contact!” yelled the Pilot ending Waylon and Douglas whispering.

Everyone eyes turned towards the windows on the bow of the ship, when it finally came into view. A motionless Behemoth that blocked out the light of the sun as the small vessel approached it. The P.C. MK.4 "SHINRA" Was plastered on the side of the ship. Locked in place, a few hundred miles from the planet surface with its gravity tethers deployed, carrying a large chunk of land underneath it.

“Finally…We’re almost there…Please be safe, both of you.” Rarity whispered but Douglas overhead her.

“Bring us in, Ms. Glow.” The Colonel Ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied moving their ship closer to the Shinra

"Mr. Waylon. Run a scan on the Shinra, as we approach," the Colonel said looking at him.

“Running it now, sir,” Waylon replied typing away at his monitor.

Douglas began helping Waylon with the scan, as a buzzing noise filled his ears while images of her flash across his monitor. He could hear her voice calling out to him, as she repeated her call the buzzing in his ear grew even louder and-

"DOUGLAS!"

“Huh-What?” Douglas replied looking over at his partner who was eyeing him.

"I am not getting any data from the ship. I need your help to run the scan again... You are alright?" Waylon asks with a bit of concern entering his voice.

“Ya... sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a second,” Douglas said..

The cruiser weaved through the cluster of debris floating around the Shinra. Looking up from his monitor, Douglas let out a small gasp, when he saw the size of the ship. Now up close to it, he felt like they were nothing more than flies buzzing around an elephant waiting to get swatted.

“Ms. Glow trying hailing them,” the Colonel ordered.

Glow flick a switch on the control panel with her hoof, while clearing her throat to speak.

“This is Alpha Rescue Cruiser-653 requesting clearance to land in any bay. Responding to a distress beacon. Please acknowledge,” Glow said.

The bridge went dead silent waiting for someone on the Shinra to reply. They waited for a half-minute but only static came through the comms. Glow repeated the message again and again nothing but statics answered their call. The Colonel frowned and looked at Waylon.

“Status Report, Mr. Waylon?”

“Nothing, sir. It looks like our scanners are being jammed somehow,” said Waylon. "But that makes no-"

The cruiser came to a sudden stop, violently shaking in the process. “FUCK,” Douglas yelled, as he was almost thrown from his seat, barely holding on to the monitor in front of him.

The cruiser lights dimmed as a flashing red light flared to life along with a siren blaring in the background.

“WHAT GOING ON?!” the Colonel roared at Amber Glow.

"I am not sure! The ship won't respond and we getting pulled closer to the Shinra!" Amber Glow said.

“WAYLON!” shouted the Colonel.

"It's tracker beam, sir. Someone pulling us in towards the Shinra," Waylon said typing on his monitor. "We're too close to break free, sir!"

"EVERYONE GET SEATED NOW AND BELT IN!" he commanded, bracing himself against the rails of the command deck in front of him. Everyone but, the Colonel and his two commanding officers, rushed to their seats. They all watch as they were pulled into the bay hub, as debris smashed into the cruiser front windows.

"SHINRA, PLEASE DISENGAGE TRACKER BEAM. THE DEBRIS FIELD IS TOO HEAVY. REPEAT DISENGAGE," Glow shouted into her mic.

Her eyes widen when she saw the bay doors they were heading for still closed. “SHINRA, BAY DOOR 10 IS STILL CLOSED! I REPEAT, BAY DOORS ARE STILL CLOSED!” she shouted.

The Colonel snapped back to one of his Second in commands, the younger looking one, and yelled, “MARS, GET ON THE GUNS AND BLOW THAT DOOR OPEN NOW!” he ordered.

The younger looking man let out an annoyed huff as he quickly hopped over the command deck and jumping into an empty chair below, he quickly armed the plasma cannons on the front of the cruiser and targeted the bay doors firing into them. The doors were only beginning to dent from the force of the cannons when Amber Glow pulled back on the steering wheel, causing the cruiser to speed forward.

“BRACE FOR IMPACT!” Glow shouted.

“SHITTTT!!!!” Douglas yelled as the ship rushes towards the bay doors.

END OF DATA LOG 1.