Masks can only hide so much.
The back alleys of the Citadel were dark, cold and very hostile, filled with liars, thieves and basically any other kind of scum you could think of. But amidst the darkness and corruption, there was one shining amethyst, a young quarian, pure of heart and soul, slowly working its way through this cesspool of crime.
The Citadel security or 'C-Sec' as it's more commonly known as paid little to no attention to what happened in the back alleys of the wards as drug, weapons and all other contraband that would of been confiscated, were smuggled through this route.
The quarian slowly made their way through these alleys as quarians were not welcome to most areas on the station, they were thought of as thieves and pickpockets due to the environmental suit they are forced to wear cover them from head to toe.
However this quarian was not a bad person by any means, they only desired a trade of sorts, information for safety, and the information this particular quarian possessed place them in a rather large amount of danger. The quarian fell asleep, praying for a savior.
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"What about Shepard, he grew up in the colonies." A gravelly voice stated. "He knows how tough it can be out there, his parents were killed when slavers attacked Mindoir." Another voice replied. "He saw his whole unit wiped out on Akuze, he could have some serious mental scars." A third voice said. "Every solider has scars, Shepard's a survivor." The second man said. "Is that the kind of person we want protecting the galaxy?" The first man questioned. "That's the only kind of person that can protect the galaxy." The second voice defended.
"I'll make the call" He replied reluctantly.
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A/N:
Sorry for the small chapter guys, just hoping to get some feedback on how it sounds so far before I continue. Thanks!