I have been reading many many fan fictions as of late and along with that comes the wonderful pondering of what my own story would be like. This is what I have come up with as of late. Now bare in mind I am typing on my tablet and the last time I wrote any kind of fan fiction was back in middle school, well over 10 years ago. I hope that I start to get better as I go.

I promise that the story gets quite a bit better after this chapter. I just wanted to get it started really. Garrus will be more of the main focus in chapters to come. I will try to update at least once a week but I do have life things like job, school, husband, child. But I will do my best to update. So enough of me worrying and on with the show. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect or its Characters in any shape form or fashion. But I would gladly own Garrus if I had the ability...

Was it some unspoken rule or had the race that had created the Citadel think it some wonderfully sick joke to make every elevator creep its way up to the next floor. Garrus shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the oh so slow elevator gave him time to think about the current events.

The war was finally starting to creep toward its finish, the end almost in sight. It already had name, it was dubbed `The First Contact War'. So amazingly original, right? But Garrus had never really cared about the war. He did his small bit right after training, taking part in a standard tour. Then as soon as he was able he opted out for a chance to join C-Sec. That is until recent events put him up as a Spectre candidate. Now he as on his way to the docking bay where he was to meet his new mentor.

As the elevator door finally open Garrus stepped out, letting his eyes scan the dock in search for the ship he had been told that his mentor owned. Bright blue hues landed on the sleek sliver and red ship. It look small and stealthy, something that fit right along with a lone Spectre. As he neared the ship he spotted his new mentor sitting on a crate next to the dock, reviewing a data pad that was clutch in one taloned hand.

Nihlus was concentration on the datapad so full hat he did not notice the other turian was right on top of him, casting a shadow over the orange lit screen. Bright green eyes slowly moved up to take in the younger turian standing before him. His mandible twitched slightly in an amused smirk as he soaked up the fresh green solider that was now his charge. Although he knew it was him he still raised a brow plate to him. "Garrus Vakarian?"

Garrus gave the dark turian a small nod as he shifted the weight of his bag on his shoulder. The famed Spectre looked just like the vids he had seen but at the same time he didn't. What he had expected was a turian with a clear military upbringing, standing at attention, judging him with calculating eyes, looking for flaws. What he found was what appears to be a laid back, a easy going guy that didn't feel better than his subordinate. Which just told Garrus that this turian had to sides, one that he put on in front of the cameras and officials. The other is one that he held for privet times, which Garrus realized he was now part of. He was brought back to the present as the white marked turian stood and tilted his head towards the ship.

Once inside the lights flickered to life, creating a nice dim setting that, thankfully, did not assault his eyes. The ship was simple and basic, the bare necessity for a one or two man run ship. As both turian moved into the cabin area Nihlus began to explain to him the layout of the ship.

"She is a standard ship but she is home. Once you get your own ship as a Spectre make sure you like it and are comfortable with it. It will become more of a home than any station or planet ever was." Raising his hand he pointed down the small hallway that lead away from the cockpit. "Straight back you will find the mess/cargo area. There is a room to right, that will be mine. There are two on the left. The first one will be yours. The second is off limits for now..." His eyes moved towards the navigation controls as he seemed to ponder his next explanation. "There is one more thing you should be aware of.." Moving over towards the bright controls he began to bring up a few windows before he turned back towards Garrus.

"Say hello to our new guest, Luna."

Garrus's brow plate rose slightly as a soft and somewhat electronic voice could be heard throughout the small ship. "Hello, Mr. Vakarian. It is a pleasure to meet you." Garrus shifted as he looked back towards Nihlus.

"Your VI program?" If it was it was the oddest sounding one yet. Even though there was the small electronic buzz in the words there was something off in its speech pattern. Almost like there was a slang or accent in its voice. But why have a VI with an odd speech pattern. Nihlus shook his head slightly as his mandibles fluttered slightly in a grin.

"Luna is far more than a VI. And before you ask, no she is not an AI. She is... well she is the closest thing to an AI without actually being AI." Nihlus had cut off his question but he created so many more unanswered questions. But it was clear that Nihlus didn't want to talk about it as he moved towards the pilot seat. As he sat he brought up a few windows.

"There has been a quite a few slave ships getting carried away on the border of Council Space. The Council feels this would be a good first mission to break you in on." Garrus moved to stand behind him as he looked over his shoulder at the file. Once again his brow plate rose as he took in the victims of the slavers.

"The Council wants us to save humans?" Granted Garrus hated the war and found it pointless he was never a big fan of humans. The were a cocky race that can't own up to their mistakes. And most of the ones that he had meet outside of the war were either weak or simply a waste of space in his opinion. He was surprised when Nihlus turned to him quickly with narrowed eyes.

"I am a Spectre, you are Spectre in training. We work for the Council who look after the entire Galaxy. We are the only thing that protect the galaxy as a whole. Once you accept that role there is no war. There is no grudge between races. The galaxy is a whole unit and we are its shield and sword. And that includes the Humans. They are still part of this galaxy."

Garrus could only offer a small nod at the small lecture that Nihlus had just given. What he said made since but at the same time it was hard to push aside years of hatred drilled into him. Nihlus seemed to accept his nod as he turned back towards the controls.

"Alright beautiful, let's set a course and get this mission going..." At first Garrus thought Nihlus was talking to the ship, which meant himself. But the soft voice was back and seemed to hold a small amount of amusement. "Of course, Nihlus. Setting course now."

And with that Garrus could feel the ship move under his feet. Realizing he was still holding his bag like a fool he excused himself and moved towards the room that Nihlus had mentioned. As he walked he pondered more on the turian that held his future in his hand so to speak. He was nothing like he expected and he wasn't sure wither that was good or not. But one thing was clear, his life with the Spectre was going to be an interesting one.