Just some crap borne of boredom. Not my best, I'll admit. Review if you want.
Commander Jane Shepard knew that she wasn't going to have an easy time finding Garrus the moment she walked into Chora's Den. You know, Saren's assassins aside. They were puddles of green radioactive sludge now, so that was all good. She stuck her assault rifle on her back and cursed as it promptly clattered to the floor.
"Damn Velcro…" She picked it up and decided she would look cooler just carrying the damn thing. "Right. Let's just find Harkin and get the hell outta this place." Alenko and Williams acknowledged her order and followed closely behind as she shoved patrons violently out of her way.
This wasn't her sort of place, from the dim, seedy lighting to the more than half naked Asaris flailing around like drug addicts in the midst of a narcotic induced seizure. A dangerous scowl made its way onto her pale face, and she found that she was having to shove less and less people out of her way on account of the fact that they were beginning to flee from her. It was almost enough to make her smile.
She was halfway around the circular room before she spotted a human male in a C-Sec uniform. Judging from his haggard, drunken appearance that radiated failure on all levels, she assumed it was Harkin. She approached, unconsciously stroking the Velcro strip on the side of her rife.
"Harkin?"
The man leered at her with watery red-rimmed eyes and smiled smarmily. "Hey babe. That uniform looks hot on that bod of yours." His smile widened as his eyes wandered over her figure. Her stony expression didn't falter. "Why don't you sit that pretty ass down and let me buy you a drink. See where this goes."
"I'd rather drink a cup of acid after chewing on a razorblade." She replied coldly, glaring dangerously. The man laughed.
"I've been called every name you can think of. You'll have to try better than that."
She sneered. "Maybe next time you shouldn't cut me off. As I wassaying, I'd rather drink a cup of acid after chewing on a razor blade, all of which I'd do after shooting your fucking balls off." She raised her rifle and pointed it at his crotch. Alenko and Williams exchanged disturbed glances before drawing their respective weapons. Hey, they weren't the ones who would get in shit. They were just following orders.
Harkin's face paled significantly. "H-hey! Put that down, already! What d'you want from me?"
Shepard lowered her gun and scowled. "I was told that you know where to find Garrus Vakarian."
"Oh, yeah." The man pulled out a cell phone and pressed a button on the side. "Yo, where you at?"
"Bitch, you know where I'm at. Where you at?" A deep turian voice crackled over the phone.
"Haaa, you KNOW where I'm at!"
Shepard furrowed her brows, wondering what the hell that was all about. Harkin made a strange sign with his hand and stuck his tongue out before shoving the phone back into his pocket. "Hey, you're Shepard, aren't you?"
She gave him a stern slap upside the head. "That's Commander Shepard to you, shitbag. Now tell me where Vakarian is before I lose my temper and blast your ass into a puddle of radioactive shit."
"Wait! Didn't Captain Anderson tell you?"
Shepard sighed exasperatedly. " Tell me what, Harkin?"
"About how he was the first ever human Specter!" Harkin sat up straighter, a malicious glint in his disgusting little bug eyes. Shepard blinked while taking a moment to process the new information presented to her.
::AUDIO INPUT SOURCE: HARKIN
::CLASSIFICATION: HUMAN, C-SEC OFFICER, GENERAL FAILURE
::NEW INFORMATION: CAPTAIN ANDERSON
IMMEDIATE SUPERIOR OFFICER
-FIRST HUMAN SPECTER-
::RELEVANCE: …
CALCULATING
….
0 PERCENT
::PROCESSING::
::PROCESSING::
::PROCESSING::
::NEW INFORMATION STORED UNDER 'USELESS WORM BANTER'::
Shepard blinked slowly. "I don't care. Where's Vakarian?"
Harkin seemed to be a bit taken aback at Shepard's complete uninterest. "But don't you want to know what happened? Why he isn't one now? It's all related, don't you see?"
There was another pause. "No, I don't see, because it isn't related to anything at all. Where is Vakarian?"
"Well, I'm gonna tell you anyways, because I think you really do want to know. See, Anderson was sent on a mission with that other turian Specter Saren, but he fucked it up and it went to hell, so his rank as Specter was revoked and the Council decided that humans still weren't ready."
Shepard sneered and put her rifle to his head. "If you don't tell me where Vakarian is, I'm going to revoke your rank as a living being."
Harking whimpered, and Shepard swore he pissed himself. "All right! He went to Dr. Michele's clinic in the upper wards!"
Shepard pulled back and slapped the rifle to her back. Once again, the Velcro didn't hold and the weapon clattered to the ground. "Oh, god DAMNIT!" She picked up her weapon once again, muttering dark and evil things under her breath. She glanced behind her to see Harking ogling her ass. She quickly stood up and bashed him soundly in the side of the head with the butt of her rifle.
"Nice one, Commander." Williams chuckled. Alenko raised an eyebrow.
"Was that really necessary, Commander?"
"Yes. Yes it was." She proceeded to root through his pockets, taking everything of value.
She received forty credits, a cell phone, and a half eaten cream cheese danish. "Sweet."
"Wasthat really necessary?" Now both of Kaiden's eyebrows were raised.
"Once again, yes, it was. He was an ass, and I believe in vigilantism. And karma. And whatever else conveniently supports my actions." Williams walked over and poked at Harkin's new flesh wound.
"He's bleeding pretty heavily. Do you think we should put a little medgel on that?"
"Naw." Shepard took a bite out of the danish. "He'll be fine. Besides, there isn't any witnesses." She looked dangerously around the place, and everybody who was watching quickly went back to their own business. She let out a contented huff before turning back to her team. "Let's go to the med clinic already."
With that, they left, leaving the bleeding Harkin behind, completely danishless.