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The Citadel still stuck in Earth's orbit. Matriarch Aethyta

I swear if those dumbasses have their way this bloody station will stay stuck here forever. "We have to be sure." They say. "This has never been attempted before they say." The centre of galactic governance cannot be stuck here no matter how much the humans would like it!

I pour myself another large measure of ryncol, then fall into my most comfortable chair, wondering yet again how I ended up in this mess. Sure there weren't that many matriarchs around nowadays but surely they could've found someone else to oversee the transport of the Citadel back to its original home! Someone else to spearhead the creation of new relays, on ideas on how better to defend our race, on creating a goddess be damned army of the asari!

I bet those old crones are laughing their asses off back on Thessia. Well the ones that are still alive at least. I'll throttle Tevos for this constant pain in the ass job one day.

"You always had...different ideas than the rest of us Aethyta. I know they froze you out back on Thessia and banished you to Illuim. But things are different now. We need you. Things have to be different so something like this never happens again." Tevos had almost begged me. Even bowing a little at the end. Saying she would do anything she could to help me.

I almost told her to go screw herself. But then I thought of Liara. She would've wanted me to help. You had better be out there girl. Or I'll be making my way to the afterlife to give that precious Shepard of yours a good kick up the butt.

I sigh, how am I going to tell her? That her love is dead. That she did her duty and then didn't have the balls to at least survive long enough to see what happened next. The monstrosities disintegrating, the screams the reapers emitted as they fled. Not before fixing the relays though. Give the monsters their due. At least they fixed a tiny part of the mess they made. Unlike some.

I rub my mead just above my eyes. Hoping that it will somehow ward off the headache that I can feel coming. I stand feeling my old bones crack. I'm getting too old for this shit. As I make my way to my bed I freeze.

Right beside it is one of those creepy little keepers stands there. It stares at me, eyes unblinking as it offers me a blanket covered object.

"How the hell did you get in here!?" I yell at it. Biotics flaring. Creepy dude still doesn't bat an eyelid at me. It just continues to hold up the object. Whatever is in it is moving. Guess it isn't gonna blow up on me or something. I tentatively pick up the object.

As soon as I do the keeper walks out of my room going on its merry way. "Sure they me to clean up whatever this is. As par fucking usual!" I shout at its retreating form. That's when it decides to start crying.

I move the blanket that's covering its face and find a red haired human child with green eyes screeching at me. Is it male or female? How am I meant to tell without looking to see if there is a penis down there.

Rocking it a couple of times seems to quiet it down. Unsure what else to do or why the keeper decided to hand the child off to me I make my way, reluctantly, to Huerta Memorial Hospital to see if they are missing any babies.

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Huerta Memorial Hospital - An hour later

It takes a while to get through the queue. Lots of people around for the one year anniversary coming up. Plus lots and lots of births recently. Everyone but me having celebratory fucks and then being left with little surprises months later. Morons. The lot of them.

I explain the situation to the receptionist. Who looks at me like I've lost my mind. All the while rocking the baby. As everytime I stop the little bugger starts crying again. Only when I bring up who I am and who I can get into contact with just the woman do anything.

Soon enough doctors come and take the baby off of my hands. To run some check on it and find out who it belongs to. All the while informing me that C-Sec will be coming along soon too check my story. Because sure as soon as I abduct a child of another race the first thing I am going to do is come to the hospital claiming that a keeper gave it to me. Seriously. Why is the galaxy full of idiots!

When the C-Sec officers who are 'interrogating' me are suddenly called off and are then replaced by spectres and Alliance officers. Do I stand to wonder if something more serious is going on.

I'm taken to the fancy part of the hospital, reserved for VIPs. There I am reunited with the baby, who I'm informed is a girl and a stressed looking human female trying to get the little one to stop crying. Unsuccessfully. Once the crying starts to bring on my headache again I yell at the nurse to give the child to me. Again I rock the baby. A lot more smoothly than she was, and blessed miracle the crying stops.

The nurse's little brown eyes widen in shock. Almost speechless she asks me. "How did you do that? She hasn't stopped crying since they took her from you."

I roll my eyes at her. "It isn't rocket science sweetheart."

She gives me a bottle and I end up feeding the kid. Little thing is kind of cute now she isn't crying.

Just when the little tyke is falling asleep the door to me room we're in swooshes open and in walks the Council followed by that Alliance Admiral. The one filling the position for Humanity until they can find a replacement for the traitor Udina. Now this is getting curiouser and curiouser.

I put the baby back in its crib and then face the council. Crossing my arms under my chest. As defiant as I can be. "Whatever is going on here. I didn't start it. That fucking keeper brought that child to me. It ain't my problem if the keepers are going loco."

Tevos sighs and apologies for my language while the old human male walks over to the baby and holds out his finger for her to latch onto to. Smiling slightly while he does so. "Ain't you a bit old to be fathering babies, old timer?"

"Aethyta!" Tevos says to me sharply. Eyes narrowing. I give her my best 'What the fuck did I do look.'

He laughs. I look back at Tevos giving her a pointed look. See? He doesn't care.

He then goes and stands back with the Council. The soldier takes over. He stands to attention. All mirth gone from his voice. "Matriarch Aethyta. What we are about to tell you doesn't leave this room." He sure sounds commanding. I nod, hoping that this will make this go quicker and I can go to sleep soon.

"Two rather...miraculous events have happened the last couple of hours and we think that they must be related." I try not to sigh. I really do hate this cloak and dagger shit at times.

"Firstly we have just been contacted by the Normandy. They're about a couple of days travel from us." That gets my attention. I want to ask him if she is alright. But I can't. He doesn't know why I would be interested. So instead I look to Tevos. The only person here who does know what Liara means to me. A slight nod of her head. I sag back down. Our little wing is safe Benezia.

"And that brings us onto the child. Her DNA. It's a match to Commander Shepard's. Plus from the few tests we have been able to run so far. It looks like she." He rubs his eyes. "It looks like the baby, somehow has all of the exact same implants that Shepard had when Cerberus rebuilt her."

I think I give that bit of news the appropriate response. "Are you fucking being serious!?"