Prologue;

Four years prior to the events on Eden Prime;

"Do you honestly believe that somebody in this wretched galaxy is looking out for us?" A turian with silver skin questioned the other turian with green eyes at his side. The other looked into his glass filled with blue liquid and pondered his partners inquiry. There were many times where he stopped and asked himself this very question only to find himself empty handed and answerless. Of course it had been of no surprise that this time, like all those other times, he was short-handed of an answer.

"I'm not saying that there is, Saren," he began as he swiveled the bright blue liquid around "I just can't help but to wonder if something out there is watching over us."

The one named Saren gave a low chuckle as he shook his head. "What? Are you telling me that you're embracing human religion now? Are you telling me that you believe in their pathetic God?"

The turian with green eyes looked away from his drink in order to give his partner a questionable glance. They met eyes and for a long moment he wondered what to say to that. Saren's hatred for humanity ran long and deep, something he wasn't surprised at considering most turians resented humanity and the war they caused, but at times he would drag his animosity on for too long. Yes, he too hated humanity for certain things but he hadn't hated them all. Every creature had it's flaws so what right did he have in order to believe that humans were the biggest blight on the galaxy?

"All I'm saying is that it's not just by pure luck that we have survived all those missions that the Council puts us on. Perhaps something is watching out for us." He replied as he looked away to take another drink from his glass.

"You were always an optimist, Nihlus," Saren stated as he then stood up "One day those hopeful observations will get you killed."

The turian still sitting at the bar's counter heeded his partners words and silently he turned to watch as the silver turian walked out of the bar. Beside the door stood a woman who silently watched him, her gray eyes interlocked with his green ones, and for a moment he questioned if this human woman was staring at him. Though as quickly as he saw her she disappeared among the lively crowd of the bar leaving him to question on further. Of course he then forgot about it and went back to finishing his drink.

A year and a half prior to the events on Eden Prime;

Nihlus could feel the shot enter his leg and the force of it throwing him backwards against the wall. The metallic blue blood seeped from the fresh wound and not a second later the pain caught up with him. As a soldier he was trained to ignore pain and as a spectre he was trained to keep going. Grunting slightly, he pushed himself off the ground and forced himself to go on. The sound of the gun fire drowned out all of his thoughts and fueled his body to keep going. The mission was priority and death would come later.

As he ran for cover while shooting at the mercs, he tried to find his target's whereabouts. Among the chaos a human female was being heavily guarded and he figured she wouldn't be hard to find considering those who watched her closely would be easy to spot. As his green avian eyes scanned the surrounding area he noticed two men in heavy armor standing next to a large counter. He figured that was where she was due to the fact they weren't moving. As he took in a deep breath to prepare himself, he checked his gun to make sure it was ready for firing and the moment he deemed it fit he ran forward.

Things began to blur into one as he ran for the two men. They hadn't expected him and the moment they noticed the turian running for them it was too late. Nihlus knocked them back, shot them both in the head until their brains were just bloody paste and made sure that no others were to find him. Just as things blurred together they suddenly came to a grinding halt upon the realization that the female was watching him from her hiding spot. Her gray eyes were painted with fear just as her cheeks were stained with tears. Nihlus then bent down to her level in hopes of calming her nerves.

His green eyes scanned her body to make sure she wasn't injured or carrying any sort of explosive that the mercs could have forced her to hold. He had heard stories that a few spectres had gone that way and he was damn sure that he wouldn't let that happen to him. It was an unworthy death that he was sure that he would never suffer.

Once she was checked over Nihlus told her to be ready and though she was scared she nodded at him signifying that she understood. Like he had before he took in a few more breaths and made sure his gun was ready so they could make a run for the shuttle. Without any more delays, he stood up and pulled the woman to her feet as well, and ran for it.

Just as they managed to waver past every bullet that was shot in their direction they managed to make it half way to the pick-up zone. Just as it came into sight the woman tripped and fell onto her stomach. Nihlus stopped in order to tell her to get up but upon looking at her he noticed that she hadn't tripped at all but fell due to a bullet wound at her side. The deep red bloomed like a flower of death and before he could see the white of her clothes stain further he bent down and picked her up. Though she bled like a waterfall, she only watched him with her gray eyes as he ran for the safety of the shuttle.

As the doors of the shuttle closed shut the turian gently set the woman down on the floor of the shuttle. He too sat down and the moment he regained his thoughts the pain in his leg came rushing back. The floor had been stained red and blue as they both bled a dangerous amount but the red proved to be the dominant color as she began to lose her life.

"Are you alright?" a weak voice questioned which brought the turian from his thoughts.

"I would be more worried about yourself. Your wound is far worse." Nihlus replied as he shifted to her in order to apply some medi-gel to her side. The woman pushed his arm away though which caused him to be slightly puzzled. His green eyes met her gray ones as she spoke.

"If my time has come, then so be it. If my Maker wishes me at his side then I will obey."

The sudden curl of her lips caused him to become even more puzzled but he only obeyed her wishes. Though as he watched her, only one thing came to mind. It wasn't the Council's unhappy comments about another mission failed but a cruel and familiar voice hung loosely in his mind.

"Just another parasite dead."

And with the harsh words came the unpleasant image of a silver turian with icy blue eyes.

Eden Prime 2183;

It had been hard to believe that the Geth were the reason that Eden Prime and his current mission became endangered. Thoughts of both the mission's state and the Council's reaction to it caused Nihlus to strive for a better outcome than his latest missions. Of course he would get them done but knowing he could've done better made everything feel worthless. Things were changing and they were changing at a slow, agonizing pace. He used to be able to count on himself to see things through but that had changed two years ago. Even now after so long things were still going downhill and he saw no possible way to change it other than to get this mission done without any trouble. Of course that was now up in the air considering every thing's current state.

As he walked up the ramp the turian's green eyes fell upon a figure who stood with his head directed up to the sky. The familiar silver skin caused him to lower his gun and upon the sudden realization he spoke to the person.

"Saren?"

The other turian turned at the sound of his name and almost instantly the green and blue eyes interlocked with one another.

"Nihlus."

"This isn't your mission Saren, what are you doing here?" Nihlus questioned as the other turian walked towards him.

"The Council thought you could use some help on this one." Saren replied as he walked behind him. Nihlus looked towards the sky and watched the dark smoke become lost among the dark sky and large ship.

"I wasn't expecting to find the Geth here," he commented, earning little ease from expressing his thoughts "The situation's bad."

Though as he averted his eyes down towards the ground Saren's next comment provided a little comfort.

"Don't worry, I have it under control."

The gunshot to the head, however, blasted away what little ease he could scrounge up.