Book 2, Chapter 30 - Arrested Development

In the end, I had maybe a month of peace before I was given my next assignment.

During that month, I rented out an enormous apartment, with numerous bedrooms, at least two living rooms, an enormous dining room, at least half a dozen bathrooms, and a spectacular view of Nos Astra. I had more money than I could count, as I'd spent none of the credits I'd been given during my time with Cerberus, while Liara had helped me gain access to my old accounts, and wasn't surprised she'd helped me earn plenty of credits even when dead.

I was joined by plenty of lovers in my apartment. Kelly, Kasumi and Gianna moved in immediately. Shiala probably spent more time on Illium than Feros once I'd settled down. Emily visited every weekend. Chakwas hesitated before she seemed to just think 'Oh, to hell with it' and moved in too. But they were not the only women to join me. Miranda, having practically pledged her allegiance to me personally, was a regular visitor. Jack had always wanted to be one of 'Shepard's girls' and they made her feel as loved and welcomed as anyone else. Samara visited, never for intimacy, but enjoyed dinner and drinks with us often that I'm sure a few thought she would eventually join in. Liara couldn't help but fly in and see me.

It was a great month, filled with plenty of joy, laughter and sex. A lot of sex. All of my girls were now incredibly open-minded. If they didn't spend the night with me, they happily spent it either alone, which wasn't unusual, or with another woman, sometimes just for company, sometimes because they wanted sex.

The first week I spent most of my time only with Gianna, at the near insistence of Kelly. Little wonder that, in the end, Gianna happily agreed to a threesome with Kelly, and perhaps one of the most erotic sights of my life to that point was watching Gianna and Kelly pleasure each other. Once Gianna got over that little hump in her mind, she readily agreed to inviting other women into our bed, Kasumi and Emily becoming regulars in addition to Kelly. After a couple of weeks, I usually went to sleep with two women. In some ways, it was all rather liberating for everyone. We all knew where each other stood. Those who stayed with me permanently were more than accepting of those who just visited.

Of course, it wasn't going to last. Situations like that never do. Real life gets in the way eventually. I would never have grown bored of it, though I was a man of action, so when Admiral Hackett contacted me about a mission he thought I was best suited to, I couldn't stop myself from agreeing.

It was a fatal mistake.

*****

I'm fairly sure I'd go down in history as the first person to ever destroy an entire star system. Whether the Protheans or any other species that came before had done it, no-one could be sure, but there was a good reason why I'd done it.

To prevent the arrival of the Reapers.

The mission Admiral Hackett gave me was a debacle almost from the get-go. Doctor Kenson was insane, though it didn't help she was also indoctrinated. Everyone who worked for her was also suffering from the effects. It had been a long time since I'd worked alone, so it was no surprise that I was eventually taken prisoner. Having to fight my way out was a race against time. The Reapers were on the verge of arriving, and we were simply not ready for their appearance. I knew I had to do something drastic to stop them, give us just enough time to perhaps prepare.

So I had to send an asteroid into a mass relay. I was fairly sure it had never been done before. I was warned about the catastrophic damage that would be done. What didn't help is that all this was taking place in a region of space called the Bahak System, which was deep in batarian space. They had known about Kenson. I'd rescued her from their clutches. But they would put two and two together quite easily once I sent the asteroid into the relay.

Was I going to cry about a few batarians dying? No. But I'm also not psychotic and certainly didn't want to commit mass murder. So as I sent the asteroid towards the relay, I contacted the nearest point of civilisation, which was on the planet of Aratoht. I was told there was nothing they could do. There was no chance they could evacuate an entire planet in the time the asteroid would collide with the relay.

Just before I managed to escape, I had my first conversation with a Reaper since Virmire. It was Harbinger again, the same Reaper voice I had heard at the Collector base. It seemed the Reapers were now taking a personal interest in me. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. But it's warning was clear. No matter what I did, the Reapers would eventually arrive. I was only delaying the inevitable.

I could have retorted with a grandiose speech, or perhaps a dose of sarcasm. But I went with truth. I wouldn't be the only one ready for the fight.

I couldn't return to Illium after what I'd done. I knew the news of what happened would have spread quickly. The Normandy collected me with everyone on board and I had to explain to them first what had gone wrong. Thankfully, because the mission had been solo, I'd recorded everything, so made sure to show them the main points. If I hadn't, I think Samara would have felt compelled to try and kill me. To be honest, I wouldn't have blamed her.

"So what will you do?" Miranda asked.

"I'll contact Admiral Hackett first and see my options. What have the batarians been saying?"

"They released the conversation you had with the batarian you spoke to on Aratoht. Surprisingly, it's not doctored in any way, but it obviously confirms your guilt in their eyes. Only we believe the Reaper theory."

"Hackett does too. He'll believe everything I tell him. It would explain what happened with Kenson."

"What do you think he'll ask you to do?" Kelly wondered.

"Hand myself in. I can't go to the Citadel. The Council will want me arrested. I can't go back to Illium. It's still an asari world. They'll arrest me and hand me over. Even if I went somewhere like Omega, Aria won't want me there, drawing attention. And I can't just float around on this ship, as no doubt the batarians won't be the only people looking for me." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. "EDI, send a message to Admiral Hackett. Send him our current co-ordinates. Have him meet us on the edge of Alliance space and the Terminus Systems. I'll see what he has to say."

The mood on the ship was sombre as we waited for the meeting. I couldn't help feel a little guilt about everything that happened. I'm glad I did feel something, because if I didn't, I would have questioned my state of mind. But I justified it by continually telling myself that it was a necessary move. Sacrifice now to give us time. We needed every second to prepare for the Reapers. Would I have done the same with a human system? Honestly, no. Probably not even an asari or turian system. It helped that it was a batarian system. But I still didn't like that many lives on my conscience. Thousands of innocents died alongside the bastards in charge.

Hackett arrived within two days, and it was no surprise that my old mentor, Captain Anderson, joined him. All Cerberus emblems had been taken off the ship, inside and out, which they seemed to approve, escorting them to the conference room so I could show them some of the video and answer any questions.

I kept it simple. Doctor Kenson had been taken prisoner by the batarians. She had recovered a Reaper artefact. Said artefact then indoctrinated Kenson and everyone on the asteroid. I had to kill nearly everyone who worked for Kenson. I also had to kill Kenson, who did everything she could to prevent me achieving the objective. I spoke with Harbinger, making sure I showed them footage of that conversation. They could no longer deny reality.

To my relief, both men agreed I'd done the right thing. Hackett stated I should receive a few more medals for everything I'd done since waking up. But that was only his personal opinion.

"What do you think, sir?" I asked, looking at Anderson.

"Udina wants your head on a chopping block, Shepard. He wants his revenge for everything that's happened between you two over the years."

"The others?"

"They don't believe the Reaper theory, Shepard. They… They think you've lost your mind. Spectre status rescinded. Your name has the same value as Saren right now. Admiral Hackett invited me along for a reason, to warn you that unless you hand yourself in, Council Spectres will be sent to hunt you down. And it will not to see you arrested. Your Cerberus links are being used against you."

"They've stooped to that level, have they?" I asked rather sarcastically.

"Unfortunately, what's happened makes you an easy target, Shepard."

I looked at Hackett. "Once we leave here, Shepard, you have seventy-two hours to make your way to Arcturus to hand yourself in. You will be arrested upon arrival. Your ship impounded. Any crew on board will also be arrested. Those who don't wish to find themselves in Alliance custody must leave the ship."

"Thanks for the warning."

"To be honest, the people on this ship helped you, Shepard. So we're willing to overlook who they were working for until the moment you hand yourself in."

"A rather empty vessel will be arriving then, sir."

"The only thing that matters is that you are on the ship, Shepard. I can't emphasise that point enough. If you're not on Arcturus in seventy-two hours, an entire fleet will be sent to hunt you down. The Alliance has to be seen responding to what happened, even if some of us understand, even agree with what you did."

Escorting the two men to the airlock so they could return to their ship, I shook both their hands and assured them I would meet the conditions. Once they had departed, I gathered everyone in the mess to explain the conversation. There was no surprise that most would choose to leave the ship. The only safe place to do that would be Omega. Council Space was simply out of the question.

Those staying would be Joker, Chakwas and Kelly, who flatly refused my suggestion she should travel with someone else to escape. She would stay by my side, no matter what. The general crew would also remain on board, believing they would be safer handing themselves into the Alliance than go on the run. All of them would receive glowing recommendations from myself, hoping it would help them not see a jail cell for too long.

Miranda thought long and hard about what to do next. Eventually we sat down together and she told me that she'd stay with me. I couldn't help be surprised at the thought but she believed the Illusive Man would now have his best operatives hunting her down. He'd have sent people after me, of course, but she knew some of his most guarded secrets. There was no way he would allow her to live in safety.

Garrus, Samara, Thane, Mordin, Jacob, Zaeed, Jack and Kasumi all decided to leave. The latter didn't particularly want to, but didn't particularly want to find herself in Alliance custody. Garrus would return to the Citadel to start with, as he would likely collect Chloe, then return to Palaven, to speak with his father about the imminent return of the Reapers. He'd do what he could to help me while I was out of play. Samara would return to asari space with a warning about the imminent arrival of the Reapers. She wasn't confident anyone would listen, but she would try. Thane would return to the Citadel and spend time with his son. Mordin would return to STG, again hoping to spread the word about the Reapers. Jacob would simply disappear, going on the run, not wanting to join Miranda in handing herself over. Zaeed would head to the Citadel and figure out what to do with his life, if anything.

As for Jack, we had a long conversation over what she wanted to do next. To my surprise, she admitted that she'd had a lot of time to think about what she'd been through as a kid, so she wanted to help kids just like herself, those who struggled with their gifts. She remembered Grissom Academy and wondered if she could possibly head there. I couldn't help grin, made a few phone calls, and while they were surprised, they remembered who she was. Sanders let me know within a day that Jack would be collected from wherever she was dropped off.

Docking on Omega, I didn't get off the ship, just in case a group of people were waiting for me. I had no doubt any batarian I saw would want to take a shot at me. The farewell I shared with each member of my team was touching, exchanging wishes of luck for the future and promises they would prepare as best as they could for what loomed on the horizon. I think Kasumi was on the verge of changing her mind during our last hug but she managed to tear herself away, suggesting she would also head to the Citadel.

With the ship now almost empty of crew, I had Joker take us towards Arcturus. I hadn't been near the space station in years. During the journey, I made my last calls to Gianna, Shiala, Emily and Liara in the conference room. All were aware of what happened but they believed everything I told them after I'd had a chance to explain what happened. I told them I was heading to Arcturus where I was to be arrested, no doubt interrogated and then incarcerated, though I had no idea where and for how long. All I could do was wait and see. Liara insisted she would help out however she could, but I warned her not to do anything that would draw attention to herself.

The Normandy was clocked as soon as it entered Arcturus space, receiving hails that we were to follow our escort to the docks. It was only now that Miranda became rather nervous, wondering what sort of reaction she would receive. Kelly remained a diamond, though I could see with each passing day she was ever more upset, as it would be the first time we would be apart since… well, my first day aboard the ship. But she knew I was doing the right thing.

Our ship docked easily. I gave one last speech to the remaining crew, thanking them for all their hard work, for believing in me, and also assuring them I would do all I could to ensure they would not face any penalties for the fact they were simply assisting me. There were no symbols on any of their clothing by now, so that might help their cause. Most were ex-Alliance anyway, so like Chakwas, they could claim they were simply helping me in our fight against the Collectors. That was my hope anyway.

"Okay, EDI, open the airlock and let's get this over with."

Once it was open, I casually stepped off onto the dock to be greeted by Admiral Hackett, with Captain Anderson to one side, and a half dozen armed marines in front of him. "Thank you for coming, Commander Shepard," Hackett stated.

"I'm no longer a Commander, sir."

"I've taken the liberty of inducting you back into the Alliance to help smooth some of the process, Shepard. Plus, it will prevent you being processed by the civilian courts. This is a matter for the military."

"Very well, sir. I'll follow your guidance."

Hackett shared a glance with the officer in charge, and he stepped forward. "Commander, I'm Colonel Majors. I hereby place you under arrest. Do I need to explain the charges?"

"No, sir," I replied, turning around and placing my hands behind my back. I felt the click of the handcuffs before I was turned around.

Hackett and Anderson stepped forward. "Colonel Majors will escort you to a holding cell. Tomorrow morning, you will be taken before an Alliance Military Court where a list of charges will be presented. You will be represented by the Alliance, Commander."

"Who?"

"Myself and Captain Anderson."

That wasn't a surprise. "And then?"

"You will face interrogation over everything that has transpired since your return, Commander. I'm sure you understand." I nodded. "For your own safety, it has been agreed that you will eventually be transferred to Earth. The politicians don't particularly want your presence here for too long."

"What about my crew?"

"That can be discussed later. For now, all will detained and interrogated in regards to any links of Cerberus."

"Can I make two requests, sir?"

"Name them and I'll see what I can do."

"One. I'd like Kelly to remain by my side after I've been transferred to Earth."

"Done. Second thing?"

"Miranda Lawson. Detain her if you wish but understand who you have in your hands. Someone who can tell you all you need to know about Cerberus. She's come with me willingly. Keep that in mind. But everyone aboard cut links with myself, sir. All of them joined to help me, not because they were card carrying lunatic devoted to the Cerberus cause. The likes of Chakwas never joined the organisation, they simply helped me. I hope that will be remembered."

"I'll ensure all your crew are looked after, Shepard."

I glanced at the Colonel. "Okay, Colonel, let's get this show on the road. Will I be made a spectacle or…?"

He shrugged off his jacket and covered my shoulders. "No, Commander, those of us who serve know what you've done." There was an obvious glance towards Hackett before I was led away.

I was led to a holding cell, the handcuffs taken off as I took a seat. It was the first time I'd been truly alone in a long time. I went over in my mind about what was going to happen just the next day, let alone what might happen over the next few months.

What I knew is that the entire galaxy must now prepare for the arrival of the Reapers. I had a bad feeling we would likely be as unprepared for it as we were three years earlier.

*****

Garrus Vakarian

He wished he had his trusty rifle with him. Not because he was getting ready to go into battle. He wouldn't require a rifle for what was to come next. But he always felt better with a rifle in his hands. It was type of security blanket. If not a rifle, then he wished Shepard was with him. His friend was always better with words than he was. Shepard could talk his way out of a building choc-full of the enemy. He had a real gift of the gab, as he'd say himself. Garrus was a confident man. But he preferred action over words.

And he knew Shepard would be far more convincing in what was to come next. Garrus was a believer, just as much as anyone else who had served alongside the man. But he knew Shepard would make a far more convincing argument. He knew the Alliance were convinced, at least to a point where they were building the fleets, ready for whenever they arrived. But the most important factor were his friends. Everyone who had served with Shepard, from his ground team to the crew of the Normandy, all were believers in Shepard. In what he had seen.

The Reapers were coming.

The door to his left opened, rising to his feet. "The Primarch is ready for you now," stated the Primarch's assistant.

With a nod, Garrus walked into a large office. Like all turian buildings, offices and even homes, it was sparsely furnished. Functional more than anything. He always wondered why such grand rooms were built and then filled with few furnishings. A large desk was in front of him. On the wall behind, one or two certificates and mementoes, but little of the man he was about to meet. Sat behind the desk was the Primarch. Opposite him was his father, who turned as he entered the room, returning his glance with a brief nod. Garrus tried to read his face, but his father was giving nothing away.

"Take a seat, Garrus," the Primarch ordered. The tone was friendly, but an order was an order.

"Thank you for agreeing to see me, Primarch."

"Your father asked if I could speak to you. He's an old friend, and I must admit I was intrigued. I have heard of this Reaper threat, and while I was not prepared to take it seriously, your father has convinced me to listen to your case."

"My son is a good man, Primarch. And I know he would not have come to me unless he was absolutely convinced himself."

The Primarch nodded before turning all his attention to Garrus. "Well, before we being, as I understand we may be here a while, can I get you anything?"

"No, sir. I'm ready to begin."

"Very well, start from the top and we'll go from there."

"Do you mind if I stand as I present the evidence, sir?"

"Do whatever makes you comfortable, Garrus. The only thing you need to do is convince me. Do that, then we can talk."

So Garrus got to his feet and explained everything that had happened in the past three years, from the first day he met Shepard on the Citadel, to his recruitment on the Normandy, their chase of Saren, the missions on Feros, Therum, Noveria and Virmire before their journey to Ilos and their final confrontation on the Citadel. Then he explained how Shepard was lost and how he, too, was lost as he fought a hopeless crusade on Omega. Then he spoke of Shepard's return, their battle against the Collectors, the evidence they gathered, their journey through the Omega Four, the 'Human Reaper' they found, the discovery the Collectors were agents of the Reapers.

Finally, there was Bahak. And the final, absolute, concrete proof.

He lost track of how long he spoke for. Definitely a couple of hours. His throat dry, he finally sat down, glancing at his father who returned an approving nod of the head. He turned his attention to the Primarch, who gave nothing away, sitting in silent for what felt like hours in itself. Finally, the Primarch leant forward, folding his arms on his desk.

"A solid argument, Garrus."

"Thank you, sir."

"I have one question. When do you think they'll arrive?"

Garrus knew he had to be honest. "I don't know, sir. We delayed them by destroying Bahak. According to Shepard, that meant the Reapers would have to travel to the next available mass relay. No-one can be sure how long that may take. It's bought us at least a few months, considering they haven't arrived yet."

"Do we know their numbers? Their tactics? How we can defeat them?"

"All I know is that it took an entire Alliance fleet to defeat one Reaper. How many numbers make up their main fleet? I can't be sure. All I know is that there have been thousands of cycles. Each cycle could have seen anywhere from one to a dozen races annihilated. Each of those becomes a Reaper in itself. At least, that's what we think. No-one can know for sure."

"So there could be thousands, if not millions of these things out there, waiting to invade?"

"It's possible, sir."

"Spirits," the Primarch whispered to himself.

"We need to do something," his father stated.

The Primarch just nodded his head. "I understand, but this is a major decision that could result in a major policy shift of our entire armed forces. While we are building the fleets, that can be covered with the argument that we are simply replacing older ships. To expand rapidly would require explanation. Not just to our own people, but the Council and in particular the humans."

"The Alliance would understand, sir. They are expanding, too," Garrus explained.

"But no doubt using the same argument."

Garrus nodded, understanding the argument. "What do you propose, sir?"

"Give me 72 hours to discuss this with the other Primarch's. I will present the evidence and the same arguments. They will take some convincing but I will do my best to ensure something is done."

Again he had to hold back the sigh of relief that something may finally be done. "You have my thanks, Primarch."

"Don't thank me yet. But I'll ensure you are put in charge of whatever is to be done. Well done, Garrus."

His father lay a hand on his shoulder, his face beaming with pride.

*****

He was sitting in his father's office as the two chatted casually about previous missions they had undertaken for C-Sec. He couldn't remember the last time his relationship with his father had been so easy. He'd never admit it, but he had missed his presence in his life. Their conversation was interrupted by a call.

A call that could change everything.

When the call was over, his father looked at him expectantly. "Well?" he asked.

"They believed me. They actually believed me. But…"

"But?"

"They can't agree on the right course of action. But they have agreed on one thing, at least."

"What is that?" his father asked expectantly, if not eagerly.

"My own command."

His father got to his feet and walked around the table. Garrus got to his own as his father approached. His father held out his right hand. He reciprocated the gesture as his father lay his other hand on his shoulder. "Well done, son. Well done. When do you go?"

"I leave tonight."

*****

Thane Krios

Thane had to take a seat, feeling short of breath. Thankfully there was no accompanying pain alongside the shortness of breath. He was simply left feeling rather pathetic that it was eventually going to be a disease that would kill him. He was still proud to have served with Shepard and defeat the Collectors. Still proud of working as part of the team that had saved the galaxy from the Reapers. But part of him still thought dying while taking them out would have prevented the ignominy of the death he was now facing.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see another drell look at him, concern etched on his face.

His son. Kolyat.

"Are you okay, Father?"

He nodded. "Give me a moment. Just need to catch my breath."

"This isn't more important than your health. We can do it another time. You really should return to the hospital."

He shook his head. "No. We must visit the temple. I would like you to meet them."

"Why is this so important?"

"Because you must remember the old ways and the old gods. If there is one more thing I do for you before I go, it is this."

"But I'm not sure…"

"I understand your hesitation. You think it is all hocus-pocus. But please understand my position. Some, no, many of us have forgotten our old ways since our evacuation from our own world. That in itself is understandable with so few of us left. Just talk with them. That is all I ask. You may surprise yourself."

"As you wish, Father."

His son held out a hand, helping him to see his feet. Still with a look of concern, the pair slowly walked through the foot traffic of the ward. Despite his illness, he thought he must still have carried a presence as a path cleared in front of him. Though perhaps that was his son. He had not taught his son all his craft. He had not taught him how to kill. He taught him the finer points of how to be a man. How to carry oneself. Speak clearly and concisely. How to treat others. The most important lesson was simply how to live a good, peaceful and productive life.

Before the door into the temple, the pair came to a stop. "Remember my name?"

"I do, Father. Is such secrecy necessary?"

He nodded. "Unfortunately it is. My name is not famous, but there are still those out there who would mean to do me or you harm. I cannot allow that. We must remain in the shadows."

"What do we do once inside?"

"You will speak with the priests. Treat them kindly and with respect. Ask questions. Learn from them. Gather knowledge from the scrolls. I only hope that you will begin to understand."

"What will you do?"

"I will meditate. Have you been practising?" His son nodded. "Good, Kolyat. Good."

"It brings me peace, Father. I find… understanding in everything that has happened. Clarity, for want of a better word."

"But do you still carry the anger within?"

"I cannot lie to you, Father. Some does remain. But…"

He raised a hand to interrupt. "If you desire, speak with the priests. They will help."

"They helped you?"

"They still do."

The pair entered the temple, the only drell house of worship on the Citadel. There was only one other planet where they would be found in the galaxy, that of Kahje, where their hanar hosts had graciously allowed them to build their own temples, considering the hanar believed the Enkindlers, otherwise known as Protheans to the rest of the galaxy, as being divine beings. If there were any buildings left on their own home-world of Rakhana, they had been long forgotten and had likely been obliterated in the global wars that took place as the planet died around them.

What appeared to be oil-burning lamps gave only very dim light as they entered the temple. Ahead was an area for meditation and contemplation. To the left, shut off from prying eyes, were the private quarters of the priests. To the right was the library, where historical documents were kept. Further on were prayer chambers for both priests and worshippers. Statues of the faith were placed around the entrance hall. Thane asked his son who they were. He was proud as his son named them all.

A robed and hooded priest approached them. "Good day."

"Good day, Your Worship. I am Tannor Nuara. We have spoken previously."

"Ah, Mr. Nuara. Yes, I remember. How can I help?"

"I would like to introduce my son, Kolyat. He is interested in learning of our faith. Become a defender of the old ways."

"Is that so?" the priest asked, looking at his son.

Kolyat look at him before turning back to the priest. "I wish to understand our old ways, Your Worship."

The priest clapped his hands. "Good. That is good. So many young now turn away from the faith."

"He has many questions, Your Worship. If I may be so bold, could you sit with him and discuss the broader aspects of the faith?"

"Of course. Of course. We can discuss the grander aspects of who we are, how we became, why we are here. The big questions. From there, he will find understanding."

"Very well. Does that sound good, Kolyat?"

His son glanced at him and nodded. "It does, Father."

"What will you be doing, Mr. Nuara?"

"I wish to meditate."

The priest gestured behind him. "Good. Please, make yourself comfortable. You will not be disturbed for the duration."

"Thank you, Your Worship."

The priest and his son disappeared through the door on the right, leaving him alone and in silence. In his current condition, he was not embarrassed by the fact he needed to grab a cushion before he removed his shoes, leaving them to the side, before he placed the cushion on the ground first before crossing his legs and sitting down upon the cushion.

He regulated his breathing and his heart rate until he felt a sense of calm envelop him. Then he closed his eyes.

The memories returned.

They were usually always the same. Memories of his life… before. Of Irikah. Of his son. Of the lives he had taken. Of the crimes he had committed.

But now there were new memories. Good memories. The Normandy. It's crew and the friends he had made. The men and women he had been in the trenches with, had fought and bled with. Of the missions they had undertaken, the lives they had saved and the enemies they had defeated.

And then there was Shepard. The Commander. He knew he smiled as the memory of his friend returned. He only hoped his friend was well. And that one day he would return. He did not know how long he had left. Realistically, he should have been dead already. Every day was now a gift of the gods. Days he would not waste by spending all close if not with his son.

But he hoped to see his friend again one last time before he died.

He felt a presence alongside him, unsure how much later it was. He looked up as he opened his eyes, noticing his son looking down at him.

"Father," Kolyat said quietly, offering his hand to help him up.

He took a deep but rasping breath first. "Your thoughts?"

Kolyat remained silent for a moment, contemplating his answer. "I would like to return."

He knew a slight smile formed. "I could set up…"

"It's already been discussed. I will start with one visit a week. But I understand your…" He paused, as if waiting for the right words. "Thank you, Father. For your guidance."

"You make an old man proud."

"Come. We should return to the hospital. You need your treatment, old man."

It was stated with a wry grin. He couldn't help but laugh before his body was wracked by coughs. Again he felt a comforting hand placed on his shoulder. Once the coughing subsided, he could only nod a silent thanks.

The two slowly walked back through the crowded ward, once again the crowds parting like a sea as father and son walked together, side by side. He knew his stride faltered compared to six months earlier, though he still carried himself with confidence. Kolyat, though, Kolyat made him proud. Something as simple as how one walked could tell you everything about a person. It spoke volumes about his son.

His son was now a man. And he was confident that, once he was dead, Kolyat would carry his legacy with pride.

The hospital was organised chaos as usual, though they did not wait long until a receptionist was available. As drell were few, and the pair were well known, they were greeted with a smile and simple instructions to go to their usual room. Inside, Thane would be fed pure oxygen to relieve the debilitating effects of Kepral's Syndrome.

"Would you like something, Father?" He shook his head. "Something to read perhaps?" He nodded his head. "I'll see if I can find something."

He closed his eyes as his son disappeared. He was unsure how long he was gone. But he knew he had fallen asleep when he felt himself slightly shaken, opening his eyes, immediately moving to the small package in his son's hand.

"Someone left a small package for you."

"Who?"

"The receptionist didn't say. Would you like to open it?"

"You can do it."

Kolyat tore at the simple wrapping, letting it fall to the floor. Contained within was a book. He noticed his son look up in surprise. "What sort of book is this?"

He looked at the cover and understood immediately. "Check inside. Perhaps there is something written."

Kolyat opened the book, flicking through the first couple of pages before coming to rest. Then he read the passage written down:

"Dear Thane,

I managed to retrieve this from Shepard's personal quarters before he handed himself in. He may not have liked the idea of me rifling through his stuff, but I thought if anyone would appreciate this, it would be yourself. I remember the conversations that took place between the two of you and knew that you would love to have this book as a memento of your time together.

Take care and lots of love,

Kasumi."

"Who's Kasumi?"

He felt the slight grin form. He remembered she was a difficult woman to get to know. Like many, she wore an armour, though hers was thicker than most. The pair had conversed from time to time, but they had not been that close. But the thought put into such a gift brightened his day.

"She was a friend. One of many, on a ship of heroes."

"Your mission?"

He nodded. "May I ask a favour?"

"Of course."

"Read to me, my son."

Kolyat looked at him. A slight smile, almost as if understanding the request. He turned the page. And he started reading.

"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth…"

*****

Mordin Solus

"I am sorry."

She squeezed his hand. "Do not be sorry, Mordin. You have given us hope this may all be over soon."

"I could have done more. You are but another casualty of this unjust measure."

"But I did this willingly. We all did. I can only hope that my sacrifice will help. So now you have to help them. They are now our only hope for a brighter future."

"Do you need anything to make you comfortable?"

"Hold my hand until I pass. I do not want to die alone. That is all I can now ask."

He continued to sit, holding her hand, watching her breathing as her eyes closed for a brief moment, knowing that pain coursed her body once again. But she remained strong and did not utter a complaint.

They did not speak again.

Thirty minutes later, her breathing finally ceased, her last moments one of bliss instead of agony thanks to the concoction of drugs being pumped through the IV attached to her wrist. He stood up and pulled the blanket up and over her body, taking one last look at her face. Eyes that had once been full of hope now lay empty. He closed them and whispered a silent prayer, wishing her good luck on her next journey before covering her head as well.

"You did all you could, Professor," he heard a voice state behind him.

Turning to see Padok Wiks in the doorway, he replied, "It is not enough to do all I could. It will only be enough when there is a cure." He sighed. "How many females are left?"

"Three."

He sighed again. "We cannot fail."

"Should I send word to Clan Urdnot?"

"I will do it."

"Are you sure you're in the right frame of mind for that, Professor?"

Mordin could only clasp his colleague by the shoulder. "I have reported far greater tragedies than this. I am responsible. I must do it alone."

Padok simply nodded his acknowledgement before turning and walking out of the room. Mordin took one last look at the body laying prone under the sheet, knowing he had already seen far too many in his short time back on Sur'Kesh. The females had been abducted from Tuchanka, something that he nor even Shepard had known about. As soon as he'd arrived and found out that there were survivors from Maelon's experiments, he had practically demanded that he alone be in charge of their care. Quietly to each of the female krogan, he explained what he wanted to do. He wanted to help them and, with hearts full of hope, they believed that their nightmare may soon be over. He was doing all he could, but for now, the nightmare continued.

With heavy heart he walked towards his personal quarters, a small room not far from the laboratories. The room he kept was sparse. He did not want to be, and there was little point in being comfortable. He was only back with STG to find a cure. His numerous conversations with the likes of Shepard, Garrus and Wrex had helped put him on the course that would eventually change his mind. It was his meeting with the female clans back on Tuchanka that had changed his mind for good. He thought what he had done had been with the best of intentions. He learned that the best of intentions can have evil lurking behind them. The krogan had paid for their crimes long enough. For far too long. Too many lives had been snuffed out before they even began. It was time to end the suffering.

It was time to give the krogan something they desperately lacked.

Hope.

But for now hope was but a dream. He and his small team experimented day and night. The female krogan trusted them implicitly. He thought that was strange, considering they were salarians, responsible for the genophage. But the females knew they were working to help them and their people. Any lingering memories of what may have happened before were instantly forgotten. They willingly put themselves forwards as test subjects once again. The only difference being that the barbarity of what Maelon had been responsible for was missing.

He closed and locked the door behind him as he entered his room. There was little to it. A camp bed. A small table next to it with a lamp. A desk opposite the bed with a chair and portable workstation. A small cupboard to his left that held some clothing. He needed little else to survive. He'd never been one for personal possessions.

He sat down at the desk and opened the workstation. It only took a few seconds to fire up before he typed in a series of commands. He was the only one to speak directly with Clan Urdnot. Anyone else conversed with intermediaries. Though there were those aware of the work he was doing at the laboratory, there was still an air of secrecy about it. Major Kirrahe took care of security, ensuring there were no leaks of the work being undertaken. He knew only those with the same ideals were sent to this lab in particular. He wondered if Councillor Valern was aware of what his invite back to STG had precipitated. He dreaded to think what would happen if any Dalatrass found out. Every single one was vehemently opposed to any cure. He knew many would rather the krogan just die out completely.

Finally, there was a connection with Tuchanka. It wasn't a good feed. He didn't expect it would be. Even this type of contact was considered illegal.

"Solus?"

"Wrex."

"You have news?"

"It's not good. Another female has passed."

There was no response for a moment. "That is unfortunate, but there is still hope. How many remain?"

"Three."

"Do you need more?"

It was a question Wrex had asked time and again. He knew there were possibly thousands of females who would volunteer, happy to be experimented on and possibly die in the event they would be the cause of a cure. But, in the back of his mind, he thought if there were too many, then precautions would not be taken. He wanted a cure but did not want a pile of krogan females on the way to obtaining it. He would work carefully and methodically. He did not want to hold another hand, watch another one pass, feel another soul on his conscience.

"No. We will find a cure."

"I know you will, Solus. I trust you."

That was a surprise. He'd never heard that before. "You trust me?"

There was a burst of laughter. "Of course. You may be a salarian. And most salarians are bastards who I'd kill without hesitation. But Shepard trusts you. And I trust Shepard."

"You'll have a cure, Wrex. You have my word."

"Any leaks?"

"No. No-one would be aware that you know the females are here. A perfect ruse that can be played if necessary."

He heard the krogan rumble with laughter. "I will play this close to the chest, Solus. That video may come in handy one day."

"Anything to help."

"Very well. 'll await your next message, Solus."

Two months later, progress had been made. But not enough. It was never enough. A cure appeared tantalisingly close but was still as far away as ever at the same time. Then he was woken by a call. A call he dreaded waking up to every morning.

"She's coding, Professor. She's coding!"

He was up and out of bed in a flash, running down the corridor to the laboratory. Aside from the raised voices, clattering of trays, urgent commands, there was also the sound of that one machine he was tired of hearing.

Flat-line.

He started barking orders, pointing at colleagues as he spoke. "You, 10cc's of adrenaline and keep it coming. You, get the defribulator and get that heart started. You, start chest compressions." No-one moved. He clapped his hands. "Come on then, get a move on!"

He moved towards the female, her eyes closed. No signs of breathing. He opened an eyelid, pointing a small flashlight. There was no iris movement to the light. His heart dropped. He was handed a needle, placing it into the IV. A colleague started chest compressions. Another arrived with the defribulator and started the process of shocking the heart back to life. They tried everything they knew to restore life to her body.

But it was all in vain.

Half an hour later, another blanket was lifted over the head of a female krogan who had arrived with such hope in her heart. Another dream shattered. But another nightmare over. He said another silent prayer, the same one he had stated every time he had lifted a sheet. He let his head drop and closed his eyes for a moment. Silent contemplation.

He could not fail.

"How many are left?"

"Only one, Professor. Our last hope."

"What is her name?"

"We're not exactly sure. She won't tell us. She's… rather feisty, Professor."

"I've met my fair share of feisty women. The Normandy was full of them. Laboratory was always a far safer environment."

"I think you'll like her, Professor."

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at his colleague.

"I think we should go meet her then."

*****

Liara T'Soni

"Shadow Broker, this is the cruiser Indomitable. You have ten seconds to shut down your engines, lower your shields and come to a halt. Once you have come to a halt, you are to allow us access to your ship immediately. Any resistance will be met with the full force currently at our disposal."

"This idiot obviously doesn't realise why the ship needs to keep moving," Liara muttered, watching Feron on one of the few screens remaining in front of her, as he continued to load what was absolutely necessary onto the small shuttle, a level below her current position.

"Are you ready, Liara?" he asked over the radio.

"Just one more minute to program the auto-pilot. These idiots won't know what hit them. Well, they will but…"

"I know what you mean, Liara. Where are we going once we're done here?"

"A meeting with Admiral Hackett. I will report to him what has happened here plus what I found on Khaje."

"So do you think he knows about you?"

"I'm not sure. I don't think Shepard would have told him. Hackett is a smart man, though. He's probably already figured it out from the discussions we've had. I do happen to have access to very sensitive material."

"Shadow Broker, bring your vessel to an immediate halt or we will be forced to fire."

She pressed the button for the radio. "I'm sorry, the Shadow Broker isn't available to take your call at the moment. But if you leave your name, number and a message, the Shadow Broker will return your call at their next and earliest convenience."

"Seriously, Liara? A joke?"

"I learned my sarcasm from Shepard. Although he would have just told these idiots to simply fuck off."

"Language, Liara!"

"I'm just channelling my inner Shepard."

She watched as Feron came to a stop, quiet for a moment. Then appear to nod in agreement to himself. "Hmmm. I understand. Even from our brief discussions, I believe the human term is 'swear like a trooper'. Anyway, that's the last of it. Should we be going?"

"Just the last calculation. With any luck, the ship will simply fall into the Cerberus cruiser as it pulls alongside. Shame we won't be around to see it happen. Will the cloak work?"

"I think so. We'll pull away on the other side of the ship, away from the cruiser. I'll cloak immediately so hopefully we'll be out of sight and mind before the cruiser can get off a message about our escape."

She took a couple of steps back from her desk. Everything she needed was now on the shuttle. She wasn't disappointed to be losing the ship. Considering there was only herself and Feron on board, it was a relatively lonely experience. Despite how busy she was, her mind always reminisced about her time back on the Normandy. It was difficult to prevent her mind wandering at times. She felt guilty that Shepard was now, from all reports she had managed to read since Baha, incarcerated, and she was mad that, in her position, she couldn't help him at all.

Without a look back, she turned and jogged down the stairs, following the corridor towards the small docking bay. Feron was already inside behind the controls, waiting for her arrival. She closed the hatch behind her as she boarded, got herself comfortable in the chair beside Feron before he fired the engines. The small shuttle shot forward and with no lingering look back at the ship, they ascended into the sky.

No-one would ever report back on the massive explosion that occurred approximately two minutes later.

*****

Forty-eight hours later, Liara was sitting across a table from Admiral Hackett. His introduction had been friendly, though she didn't miss the twinkle in his eye as they sat down across from each other and made small talk. She knew he knew exactly who she was, but he appeared willing to ignore the elephant in the room, so to speak.

"Your message appeared rather urgent, Doctor T'Soni. I understand you may have found more information regarding the Reapers?"

"In a manner of speaking, Admiral. Are you aware of the Prothean archives on Thessia?"

"Certainly aware. Yours are certainly considered one of the largest in the galaxy. Have you found something in them?"

She shook her head. "Unfortunately not. In fact, the archives were disappointingly sparse on anything to do with the Reapers. It was while I was looking through the archives that I found a possible lead on Kahje."

"The hanar home-world?"

"Yes. Kahje is a veritable treasure trove of Prothean ruins and artefacts."

The Admiral leaned forward, elbows on his desk. "What did you find?"

Liara opened her omni-tool, and with a couple of keystrokes, a hologram appeared in the middle of the table. "An encryption key for various Prothean archives around the galaxy. Many appear to be for access to archives on planets we have no knowledge of, suggesting they lay behind dormant relays. But there is a key for one archive in particular."

"Which one?"

"Mars."

She noticed his eyebrows raise in surprise. "Mars? But I thought we'd taken as much information as possible?"

"This key will open up previously unknown, or for want of a better word, secret archive files. And I believe within these files may be a weapon that could stop the Reapers." The Admiral sat back in his chair, arching his fingers and thumbs, deep in thought. "But there is a problem."

Their eyes met again. He knew immediately. "Cerberus?"

She nodded. "I don't know how but they tracked me to Kahje. I believe they may have received the set of encryption keys. I cannot be sure…"

"You're not sure?"

"I took out the operative on Kahje. But, while I was there, I also spoke with the Illusive Man."

"He was there?"

She shook her head. "No. It was via hologram. But I believe he's starting to get desperate. He's lost Shepard. He's lost the Normandy and all crew within. And he proposed to me that we form an alliance."

"And I assumed you turned him down?"

She let a small smile appear as he didn't miss the tone despite how friendly his appearance remained. "Oh, I made sure to string him along at least for a few minutes to ascertain how much he knows."

"And how much does know?"

"Enough about the Reapers for the Illusive Man and Cerberus to be a thorn in our sides. If Shepard was still with Cerberus, I would have seriously suggested pooling our resources with them for when the Reapers arrive."

"We were actually contemplating the same before Shepard cut links," Hackett admitted.

"Seriously?"

"When the Reapers do come, we are going to have to make some uncomfortable decisions."

"You think Cerberus will co-operate?"

Hackett shook his head. "Not now. Shepard working with Cerberus gave them legitimacy in many eyes. But since his return to the Alliance, and the reports he was able to feedback… If it wasn't for the fact the Reapers are the horizon and it's a case of when, not if, they arrive, we would pool our resources to hunt Cerberus down."

"You have a man who would be willing to do that right this very moment, Admiral."

"Suggestion received loud and clear, Doctor. But that just isn't possible. Not with the eyes watching our every move. But I can offer you something in return that may help us, and possibly save us."

"What is that, Admiral?"

"Complete access to the Prothean archives on Mars. As soon as we're done here, I'll communicate with the head of operations at the archives and let them know you are on your way. Do some digging and find us something, Doctor T'Soni. Anything that will give us an advantage, or at the very least, hope of defeating what is coming."

She got to her feet. "At once, Admiral."

He got to his feet too, the pair sharing a handshake. "Keep me updated, Doctor. Let me know as soon as you find something."

*****

"Cerberus is after you, Liara. They are likely tracking your movements. Are you sure you don't need protection?"

She smiled at her good friend. It was strange to think of him as a friend, let alone a good one, after everything that had happened between them when they were retrieving Shepard's body, but after spending over many months alone on the Shadow Broker ship, friendship was bound to form between the pair. Though nothing more, despite what people may have assumed. "I'll be fine, Feron. I'll be protected in an Alliance facility. And I need your eyes and ears out there, feeding me information."

"But the Terminus systems?"

"It's an absolute hive of activity, Feron. Trust me, you won't be bored out there."

"If you're sure."

"I'm sure."

The pair shared a handshake before Feron turned and walked towards a nearby docking bay, the waiting shuttle heading to Illium. From there, he'd have to find is own transport to Omega. He wasn't thrilled about heading back to the space station, but compared to the isolation of the Shadow Broker ship, he certainly wouldn't complain about being bored. Or at least that is what she thought.

She turned and walked towards the Alliance docking bay. After the usual checks and close examination of her documents allowing her access to the Mars archives, she boarded the relatively empty shuttle for the journey to Mars. She had only been to the Sol system once, three years before when she had travelled with Shepard to the only moon of Earth.

The journey to Mars occurred without incident. Part of her wanted to simply put her head back and go to sleep, but now was not the time for rest. Instead she studied all the notes she had gathered in the previous months, looking for anything that would give her a starting point when she accessed the Prothean archives. There were plenty of options but it could be a needle in a haystack. But she was not without hope. She'd been in worse starting positions before.

Heading so close to Earth caused her thoughts to once again pass back to the Commander. She wondered where he was. What he was doing. Who he was with… Well, that last question was obvious, aware of the marriage between himself and Tali, considering her quarian friend had sent her a rather enthusiastic invite. She still felt awful for not being able to attend. And she knew Bahak would have taken a toll on him. He rarely let his emotion show on the old Normandy, but he was only human and occasionally the mask slipped. Her careful tapping into the Alliance systems hadn't provided any information on charges being laid against him, so she assumed he was under some form of house arrest. Possibly even for his own safety…

Mars was what she expected, knowing humans simply called it the 'Red Planet.' She was met by the chief archivist, who immediately led her deep into the bowels of the facility, explaining how humanity had found the archives originally, what they had found and what they had done with it since. Fascinating, but not particularly relevant to her needs. But he was friendly enough and she reciprocated the small talk as they walked. She didn't know how long she would be on Mars and didn't want to get off on the wrong foot. One thing she had learned about humans is that they could be war-like at times but they were always incredibly friendly.

Establishing herself in a small room near the central archives, she set up her portable workstation and inserted the encryption key.

It worked as previously inaccessible files flooded her screen.

Now it was finding that needle in a haystack.

*****

The Illusive Man

"You should just let me go and kill him."

He smirked. Ever so slightly. It's unlikely the man stood in front of him would have seen it in the darkness, lights of the room being turned down, the only real light being from the glowing red star in the distance. But the smirk appeared but for a moment. He lifted the cigarette to his mouth, the end glowing red as he sucked down the smoke, keeping it down for one… two… three seconds before expelling it. He tapped the cigarette, the ash falling into the ashtray built into the armrest of his chair.

"No, that won't be necessary. And despite what happened, we're still going to need Shepard. We won't be working together. Be assured of that. But, for now, he is to be left alone. Besides, he is currently out of action and will not prevent our plan of action. There are, as you would say, bigger fish to fry."

"And what of the asari?"

"She will be handled separately."

"She is the Shadow Broker. I could…"

He raised a hand to interrupt. "I know what you think you could do. Do not underestimate the asari. She did overthrow the previous Shadow Broker. Not without help from him. But let's look at facts. She's now on the run. She's lost her ship. She's lost her connections. Her operatives are disappearing into thin air, believing the Shadow Broker has grown weak. She is effectively in hiding. I know what she's looking for. And she believes we don't have the key."

"So what do you plan to do?"

He fixed the other man with a stare. The questions were not insubordinate. But he did not particularly like explaining his plans to anyone other than who required the information. But he understood the interest. The man in front of him was going to be very important in the near future.

"Very well. She will be handled by someone else close to me. An operative is currently on route to Mars posing as an Alliance scientist. She will gain access to the archives and gather the information we require. Do not worry. You will soon have your chance out in the field. One day, you will have to face Shepard."

The other man cracked his knuckles, a look of absolute self-confidence and belief. "I'll handle him. He will not get the better of me. He is the past. I am the future."

"That may be so, but do not underestimate the man."

"He may be good, but he's never faced me. He will face me only the once. He will die."

"That's what I like about you, Leng. Your undoubted self-belief."

"I will follow your word, boss, but I still think you should let me kill him. Or, if not him, then let me take out some of his allies. They may prove a nuisance later."

"I know. But, for now, you have other tasks to complete. I expect those to be done."

"At once." And, with a bow, the other man turned and left him alone. He turned back to his bank of screens. The Shadow Broker was once considered to be the only person with access to all the information it the galaxy, buying and selling to the highest bidder. No-one understood the breadth of information he had at his own fingertips. His power was near absolute.

His personal army was building. He had learned with Shepard, to his cost, that he needed thousands, if not millions of loyal men and women to the cause. It wasn't just a case of political indoctrination. In the end, he knew it would take actual indoctrination. He needed to ensure total control.

He needed a fleet. He needed fleets. Hundreds of ships. Frigates, cruisers, even dreadnoughts. Not just to fight off the Alliance and their partners. The Reapers may also require fighting. But he would leave the bulk of the fighting to the others. He had far grander plans than simply getting into a shooting match.

But, most important, was that he needed information. And he needed resources. Financing wasn't a problem. He had almost unlimited credits at his disposal. But, slowly and surely, the pieces were being moved into position. One piece, the Commander, was no longer available on his side of the board. As yet, he wasn't on the other side, but he anticipated that the Commander would be let off the leash sooner rather than later.

The one thing he desired the most was what seemed impossible. Complete control of the Reapers. It was why, despite Shepard destroying the Collector base, that he had sent teams through to the other side of the Omega Four. The information he had gathered so far had shown that such a desire may be possible. It would take one thing he knew he had as he had played the long game for years.

Patience.

*****

"Does she suspect anything?" he asked the hologram.

The General let a self-satisfied smirk appear on his face. "She suspects nothing."

"What is the situation on Omega?"

"I would not use the term peaceful to describe the place. But we can start the operation immediately."

"The situation beyond the relay?"

"Teams have begun their search for Reaper technology. They are confident they can retrieve both Reaper and Collector technology. The Collector base was destroyed but not obliterated. Salvage teams are currently on route to the wreckage."

"Very well. You have a go for the operation, General. Do not disappoint me."

Of course he was kept abreast of developments on Omega. He knew Aria T'Loak was a confident woman. But far too confident for her own good. Her trust in Cerberus was entirely misplaced. An asari trusting a pro-human organisation? She deserved what was coming to her. There was a standing order that she was to be captured, but if that wasn't possible, then she was to be eliminated. He did not expect her to surrender so death was the expected outcome.

Even quicker than he expected, forty-eight hours later, the General reported in.

"I take it you have good news, General Petrovsky?"

"Cerberus forces now occupy all of Omega. The general population has been contained for the moment as we mop-up the last resistance."

"Any news on Aria T'Loak?"

"No body as yet. But we believe she is dead. The fleet has stayed alert for any retreating forces from Omega. No shuttle or ship has been reported as departing since the capture was complete."

"Find her body, General. I want to know that she is dead."

"Of course, sir."

"Losses, General? Anything significant that I should know about?"

"No, sir. The entire fleet performed perimeter duties preventing any escape or retreat. Military losses were as expected. The count of mercenary losses to our own number at least ten to one."

"And what of the mercenary gangs that inhabit Omega?"

"Those who do not fall in line will be eliminated, sir."

"Don't be too hasty. We may need them on our side for the future. The two things mercenaries respect are money and power. While I am not willing to concede the latter, they may help themselves to the former, if they prove themselves capable of following orders."

"I will begin negotiations as soon as our main operation is complete. Will there be anything else, sir?"

"Not right now, General. You have done well. Let the men know that their boss is pleased with their efforts and that they will be rewarded in the future."

The General came to attention and saluted. "I will let them know, sir. Thank you."

The hologram flickered out. It was another successful operation. The pieces on the board were starting to fall into place. He picked up the cigarette sitting in the ashtray, taking another drag, before he took a sip of bourbon, sitting back and enjoying the taste.

Another victory for Cerberus. Another victory for humanity.

He was confident… No, not just confident. He knew it would not be the last.

*****

Kenneth Donnelly & Gabriella Daniels

"Bite me."

"Excuse me?"

"I said bite me."

"You always talk to your superiors in such a manner?"

"Since when are you my superior?" He looked down for a moment before returning the glare. "I don't see a uniform on me. So who or what exactly are you superior to?"

"You're only making this harder for yourself."

"Than what exactly?"

"We could charge you with treason. If found guilty, you could be executed."

"Fair enough." He paused for a moment. Shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, don't bite me. I'll put it in words my Commander would certainly use and understand. Why don't you just fuck off instead…"

The Major opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, clearly fuming at his attitude. He didn't really care. This whole thing was a complete charade. The entire interview and interrogation process was a joke. Treason? Bollocks! Granted, he knew they could throw the book at him if they truly wished, but considering it had been at least three months, he knew they knew they actually had little on him. They knew he had left the Alliance to help the Commander. Sure, he'd joined Cerberus to do that, but if they couldn't understand the reasoning, then more fool them. Far as he was concerned, he'd done the right thing and nobody was going to change his mind. But, in particular, not some jumped-up twat parading around in a nice blue suit.

Eventually the Major grabbed his datapads, stood up and knocked on the door. It opened a second later. "Take Donnelly back to his cell."

The soldier saluted before the Major took one last look at him, Donnelly giving him a sarcastic wave, before he turned tail and stormed off. Donnelly got to his feet, had a good stretch and couldn't help the self-satisfied smile on his face as he walked out of the room, flanked by a pair of armed soldiers.

"Hear any of that?" Donnelly asked.

"And you want to get back into the Alliance, Donnelly? Not with that attitude you won't."

"He's an Englishman," Donnelly retorted, "Or at least I assume he is from the accent. Therefore, he's automatically assumed to be an arsehole. And, after spending much time speaking with him, he is most definitely, one hundred percent, categorically, an arsehole."

"But he is still your superior, despite your lack of uniform."

He sighed. "I know. I know. But this whole situation is…" He trailed off with a shrug. The two men had heard it all before. He'd got to know them well in the past few weeks.

"You'd better start co-operating soon, Donnelly, otherwise they will charge you with something. The only reason they haven't is because of him."

"Shepard?"

"Well, him and the two Admirals, Anderson and Hackett. You've got some powerful friends, Donnelly. But even they may wash your hands of you eventually."

"Shit." Then he paused a moment. "You know, you're well informed for a grunt."

"Not exactly a grunt. Don't let the uniform fool you. And let's just say word travels. Chinese whispers. And the simple fact that people talk. And Shepard is all the talk in the barracks."

"Any word on the Commander?"

"He's back on Earth. Stripped of rank and effectively under house arrest. No word on any charges, though. Some say he's not going to be charged with anything. The big rumour is that his arrest was all a ruse and he's actually being tasked with a major mission."

"Seriously?"

The soldier shrugged. "That's the word. But we're here. And Earth is a long way away."

"Dammit. And I'm stuck in here."

"Exactly. You want back in the action? Then it may be wise to play the game. No matter how galling it is."

"I will if Admiral Hackett was the one to do it."

"You can request it but I'm not sure how far that would go."

"Worth a try."

"Put it in writing and see what happens."

"Any word on Gaby?"

"She's fine, Donnelly. Hell of a lot more co-operative than you."

"She'd keep me in line if she was here."

*****

"Ma'am, I understand why you are asking, but we've discussed this time and again. Why do you keep asking the same questions?"

"We are simply trying to establish a clear picture of the entire mission, Miss Daniels, from the day you joined Cerberus to the day you arrived back on Arcturus."

She groaned, leaning for with her elbows on the table, head in her hands. "Fine. Ask away. Again. Not like I've got anything better to do anyway."

"What happened in Bahak?"

She looked up, leaned back in her chair, confused by the question. "Why are you asking me that question? How could I possibly know? Ask Shepard. If not that, watch the video he recorded."

"Do you believe Commander Shepard did the right thing?"

"Yes," she replied without hesitation.

"Despite over three hundred thousand batarians paying for it with their lives?"

"Better three hundred thousand batarians than the entire galaxy being annihilated."

"All because of this 'Reaper' threat?"

"You don't believe it?"

"I find the evidence is flimsy at best."

She was gobsmacked. "You're kidding?"

"Clearly the Commander is unstable, if not delusional, to believe such a threat actually exists. There is no documentary evidence the Reapers exist. Or, at the least, planning an invasion. They are mentioned briefly by the Protheans. The only person in the galaxy continually claiming their existence otherwise is the Commander."

She crossed her arms. "We have nothing more to discuss. I won't hear another word of mockery stated about the Commander."

"Why do you defend him so passionately?"

She remained silent.

"What did he do to earn such loyalty from his crew?"

She remained silent, adding a defiant glare to the crossed arms across her chest.

"What is your relationship with Engineer Kenneth Donnelly?"

She prevented her jaw from gaping wide. Instead she returned the silent and still defiant, but now bordering on hateful glare.

The interviewer picked up a datapad. "This certainly makes for interesting reading. You have been tied at the hip since you graduated the same class at tech academy. You then served together on the Perugia. After the Commander disappeared, you supported the gross insubordination of Engineer Donnelly to an extent where you both leave the Alliance and start working for a terrorist organisation, alongside both Engineer Donnelly and Commander Shepard. Numerous violent acts are perpetrated across the galaxy, by various members of staff on board that ship before there is the final act of destruction in Bahak. Finally, you hand yourselves back in and say little."

She remained silent.

"Nothing to say? No reason? No excuse? No justification?"

Placing her hands on the table, she leaned forward and said only four words.

"We did the right thing."

*****

He couldn't help but sigh as he trudged along. Another day. Another interview. Or interrogation. Or perhaps a slanging match. Guess it would depend on the first question. That usually set the tone. At least he hadn't spoken to the same Major as a week before. Probably best for the both of them, figuring he may have copped a fist across the jaw if he'd kept it up. He had been slightly more co-operative with the next interrogator, though, by at least answering some questions, though he wouldn't exactly say he was helpful. He still thought the Alliance had betrayed Shepard after he'd been thought lost. That was a wound that would take a long time to heal.

The Sergeant opened the door to the usual interview room, brushing past with a nod before he came to a dead stop. He barely heard the door close behind him before he took two strides forward and hugged her.

"You're okay?" he asked… sometime later.

"I'm fine, Ken. You?"

"Oh, you know. The usual." He leaned back and looked her over. "You're looking healthy."

"Three square meals. Plenty of sleep. Can't complain really. Well, the boredom is a killer and I miss the Normandy."

"Me too. So why are we both in here?"

Gaby shrugged. "No idea. You?"

Ken could only shrug himself. "None whatsoever."

They took the two available chairs on one side of the table, figuring they were bound to be joined by someone. "Been rough?" she asked.

"I've let them know what I really think."

She laughed. "I've heard. Really, Ken, telling a Major that?"

"I said that is what Shepard would have told him to do."

She leaned back in her chair. "I just wish they'd make up their minds. It's getting ridiculous. What more could either of us say?"

Before he could answer, the door opened and in strode an Admiral. But it was an Admiral they knew well. Both leapt to their feet and came to attention. It was an automatic reaction though unnecessary considering the circumstances. The Admiral didn't return the salute but did reply with a respectful nod of the head.

"Take a seat," he requested. The pair carried out the request, looking at each other before looking back at the Admiral. "I'm sure you have some questions why I'm here. I'll put it quite simply. The Normandy is being refitted and I need engineers. You're the best. How would you like your old jobs back?"

They shared another look. Both of their jaws dropped before they stared back to the Admiral. "You're serious, sir?" Ken finally asked.

"Absolutely. Now, while you haven't exactly made all this easy for me to do, looking at you, Donnelly, the Alliance don't see the point in letting two of their best engineers wasting away their talents."

"Who would we be working for?" Gaby asked.

"Chief Engineer Adams. You know of him?"

"The name is familiar," Ken replied.

They shared another glance, nodding to each other immediately. "What do we need to do, sir?" Gaby asked.

"Write a confession. Unfortunately, it will go in your permanent record, but it will be signed off by myself and Admiral Hackett with proviso's that you were helping Commander Shepard and that your decision to join Cerberus, and subsequent efforts during the mission against the Collectors, contributed to the protection of humanity. In addition, while you are helping with the retrofits of Normandy, you will be kept under a form of house arrest. Confined to barracks, if you will. But you will be re-instated into the Alliance, once all is said and done, at your previous ranks."

"We understand, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Don't thank me yet. I still need to get you out of here, officially that is. But Admiral Hackett is doing what he can, as am I."

"When do you think we'll be out of here?"

"Once we're done here, you'll be escorted to an office where you can write your confession. Keep it brief. It's not a case of guilt or innocence. Simply explain what you did and valid reasons why. Everyone knows your story. After that, give it another 48 to 72 hours. You should know by then."

"And where is the Normandy, sir?"

"Earth. You're both going home."