Ok so this is my first fanfiction so any feed back would be great. I know you don't have much to go on yet but I hope you like what I have. If you have any suggestions to help me better grasp Saren's character I would appreciate it. Thanks.

The ship's console beeped twice, letting Saren know that he had reached his destination. A school, not unlike Grissom Academy. The only real difference was that humans did not make up the entire student body. In fact there were very few human students enrolled in the school. It was for the elite after all. If someone had told Saren that a human could have been skilled enough to pass the entrance exam, he would have laughed, yes laughed in their faces.

But regardless of Saren's hatred of humans, a few talented teenagers had passed and were admitted into the school. That wasn't the reason that he was visiting though. A few days ago, the Academy suddenly went silent. There had been no communication to anyone, not even the student's families. However there was no distress call either so no one had bothered to investigate. But Saren had a feeling that something was wrong. This wasn't the sort of issue he usually focused on but he had heard that the students had been working on some interesting weapon prototypes and he figured that he could scavenge for new equipment while investigating the reasons behind the radio silence.

When he was close enough, he tried contacting the school to request permission to dock. There was no reply. "Liam, see if you can access the controls for the docking bay."

The AI's holographic image appeared, "One moment. Accessing Docking bay controls."

A portion on the school's outer wall slid open and Saren guided the ship inside and landed. After properly attaching his helmet, Saren exited the ship and found his way into the school. It seemed deserted. No students or teachers of any species, alive or dead. He continued along the corridors until he came to what he assumed to be the classrooms. He opened the first door he came to and discovered what had happened to the students.

Some were still at their desks, some were against the walls or on the floor, having stood up to try to run or maybe fight. But they all were dead. The next few classrooms were pretty much the same. Saren didn't bother searching these rooms for anything useful. Anything worth taking would be in the school's labs. A security room caught his eye next. There would probably be footage of what had happened here. He copied all of the data from a security console before continuing his search. Next he reached the dining hall. Bodies were scattered here as well. Not just students but soldiers as well. They weren't from any group Saren recognized but their similarly colored armor he guessed they were mercenaries. A soft beeping noise started up across the room and Saren moved toward it, gun raised. The sound came from a cabinet in the kitchen area of the hall. Saren pulled the doors open to find a human girl, about 17, curled up and unconscious, but still alive. Uninterested in any human survivors, Saren shut the cabinet again and continued on his way.

It wasn't hard for him to find the labs and just like he had figured, there were all kinds of experimental technology. Guns, shields, barriers, mods, the sheer amount of stuff here nearly overwhelmed Saren. He methodically started going through everything. It wasn't like the students needed them anymore.

He found quite a few interesting gadgets. New weapons to try out and barrier generators that he thought might come in handy. He piled everything up neatly and was about to pick it all up when he noticed a presence behind him. He whirled, pulling his gun out as he did. The girl he had seen earlier stood in the lab entrance, watching him carefully. She wasn't armed, but Saren leveled his weapon at her anyway. She held her arms in the air and stepped toward him.

"You aren't a Mercenary, at least not one of the ones who attacked this place. Who are you?"

Saren didn't answer her at first. She didn't seem like she was all that dangerous but she had survived somehow while all of the other students had been killed so he didn't want to let his guard down.

"I am a council Spectre."

She scowled at him. "I wanted a name."

"You're not getting one."

He had no reason to hide his identity but he didn't like how she just expected him to answer her. She continued to glare at the turian spectre and he glared right back. Finally she moved over to a wall and leaned against it, casually crossing one ankle over the other and folding her arms across her chest. Saren watched her for a moment, before lowering his weapon cautiously and turning his attention back to the pile in front of him. He still kept an eye on her as he gathered up his loot and turned to exit the labs. The girl made no move to attack him, but followed him back through the school, walking quickly to keep up with his long strides.

"You aren't here to get survivors, are you?"

"No."

"So you just came to steal from us."

He didn't answer.

"Take me with you." She continued.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to take you with me."

She jogged around him and stood in his way. "Well that's selfish of you. All I need is a ride. The mercs that attacked blew up all of the shuttles so I've had no choice but to wait for someone to come. You're here now and I want to come with you."

They were in a hallway with student lockers lining the walls. Saren grabbed the girl by the collar, spun her and shoved her into an open one, slamming the door shut before she could recover. Through the slots in the door, he could see her glaring out at him. "Someone else should be here within the next twenty four hours. I don't need a child bothering me right now."

With that, he continued on his way. It didn't take him long to get back to his ship. He placed his newly acquired equipment in the cargo hold.

"Liam, get the ship ready to take off."

The AI confirmed the order and Saren went to his quarters to file a report on his trip to the academy. The council could decide whether to send anyone to retrieve the human student. In fifteen minutes, Liam informed him that the ship was ready. Saren took the controls and guided the ship out of the docking bay and away from the school.

His next mission involved finding a mercenary group that had been responsible for attacks on several Turian colonies. The colonists had been able to put up a good fight but they were having trouble locating the group's main base. That's where Saren would come in. He entered the coordinates into the ship's computer and set off. Satisfied that the journey would be uneventful, he settled down at his desk to go over the mission details again and come up with a plan.

It had been about an hour when Liam's voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Spectre Arterius, there is an unauthorized passenger in cargo bay."

"WHAT!" Saren jumped out of his seat, snatched his gun from its case and made his way to the cargo bay. He had a pretty good idea who he would find there, but how she had gotten on his ship without being noticed, he had no idea. He burst through the doors, expecting to have to search for her. But she was just sitting there; on a crate next to the items he had taken from the school. One of the barrier machines was sitting in her lap and she was tinkering with it. She didn't even glance up as he entered.

"What are you doing here human?" He kept his voice low, menacing, in an attempt to frighten her.

She did look up then, though only briefly before turning back to her work. "I wasn't about to spend the next twenty- four hours stuck in a locker waiting for a ship that might never come when there was another perfectly good ship about to leave."

He growled. "And how did you get on my ship?"

She simply lifted her wrist to reveal a small device strapped onto it. A cloaking device. Saren hadn't bothered taking it because he hardly ever used the one he had. The device obviously didn't use the standard method for cloaking. Liam would have detected her immediately.

Saren stalked toward her. "I said that I didn't need a child aboard my ship."

She raised her eyes to glare at him. "I'm not a child and I can stay out of your way. All I need is a ride to the citadel. I can even pay you if that's what you want."

"I will not abandon my own schedule for your benefit."

She scowled and set the device she had been working on aside. Standing, she stepped up to the spectre, crossing her arms and looking up at him defiantly.

"Then I'll just stay here until your schedule opens up."

Saren growled now. This girl was getting on his nerves. "I will allow you to remain on this ship until we reach my next destination."

"If that destination isn't the citadel then I'll just sneak back onto the ship."

"Then I'll shoot you out of the airlock."

"Just try it."

A challenge. Saren could have easily done just that. She was small, only coming up to the middle of his chest and no matter how elite she was, she couldn't stand up to the council's best spectre. Still, something told him that he shouldn't try to kill her. He ignored it.

He placed his gun on a nearby table and lunged at her, managing to grab her hair. It was blonde and fell to the middle of her back and it was easy for him to get a good grip. She shrieked; a sound high enough to hurt his eardrums. He yanked hard on her hair but that only made her raise the pitch of her wail. Saren started dragging her backward toward the airlock. She spun in his grip, not seeming to notice that she ripped a good amount of hair out as she did. She slammed a hand into the crook of his elbow, forcing him to bend his arm. This along with the length of her hair, allowed her to jump onto his back. Instinct made him immediately flip her over his shoulder. She twisted again in midair in order to land on her hands and feet. She glared up at Saren and pulled a knife from her sleeve. Lunging at him, she swiped the blade towards his arm. She would either cut her hair to free herself or he would let go to avoid getting hit. He didn't let go but released enough of her hair to allow the blade to safely pass his hand. She continued with her attack, slicing through the strands until the bunch that was still in the spectre's grasp came off.

He tossed it aside and grabbed at her again. She spun away, just barely avoiding him. They were closer to the airlock now and though she had meant to anger him, she hadn't expected him to actually try and kill her. She tried to dodge as he came at her again, but he caught her wrist and pulled her to him, snatching her other arm and pinning both of them behind her back. He pushed her toward the airlock, keeping a vice grip on her wrists. She struggled, but to no avail. He paused for just a second in front of the door and she leaned forward and swept her leg up and behind her. That was something Saren hadn't expected and he couldn't react fast enough to avoid her foot as she smashed her heel into the side of his face. He didn't let go of her though, only shoved her into the open airlock. Of balance from her kick, she fell to her knees. The doors to the airlock slid shut and sealed.

Instead of getting up and banging on the doors like Saren expected. She began furiously working on her Omni-tool. Liam's voice filled the cargo bay.

"Spectre Arterius, she is accessing the ship's protocols. I am unable to stop her."

Saren's ship had the most advanced protocols with encryptions and firewalls to protect it from any hacking attempts. Liam also added another layer of security. Even if she was human, Saren had to admit that she had been admitted to the Academy for a reason. In seconds, she had taken control of the ship and disabled the airlock. The door slid open and she stood and walked past Saren, sitting back down on the crate and resuming work on her device.

Saren picked up his gun and aimed at her. She had really started to annoy him. However something in his gut still told him that he should let her live. She was definitely skilled. Maybe she could be of some use. He lowered his weapon and she looked at him curiously.

"You will remain down here. Understand human?"

She smirked and raised her hand to her forehead in a sloppy salute. Saren turned and stalked out of the cargo bay. Just before the doors closed, he heard her call out to him.

"Oh and Saren, my name is Cira."

So there is is. Cira is my OC. Hope you like her. She is not incredibly powerful just to let you know. Just smart. She has to be in order to be a student in this school. Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.