Hello, fellow readers! This is my official first fanfic I ever posted on this website. It is indeed a Mass Effect story connected to my good friend, Veyron722skyhook Mass Effect The Helldiver Saga. If you are new to this series, please read his series first in order make sense of it all. If you are familiar with his series, then there is no problem.

TROY

A Helldiver Story

The Citadel, 2183

It has been six months since the Citadel has taken a lot of damage from the battle against Sovereign and the geth, led by the rouge Spectre, Saren. The station and the Council was saved by the legendary Helldiver, Commander Austin Shepard, his team Alpha Squad and the Normandy crew. The human race has now a seat on the Council they earned by sacrificing hundreds of their lives for saving their lives and defending the Citadel. Shepard and whoever he took with him on the Normandy was sent out to fight the geth while some of the Normandy crew are apart and Alpha Squad was sent back to Arkadia for further orders. The Helldivers were grateful for the humans got a seat on the Council but they never helped the Council before until that day when the Citadel was attacked by Sovereign and the geth. Repairs on the station is now underway after the battle from different types of races including Helldiver engineers. While the repairs are being done, lives have been lost and the people mourn their deaths, some had to get their lives back together, while others never cared what happened on the station and went about their day.

In Chora's Den, the club's large circular room is shining with blue lights as the dancers danced at the center of the bar, people from all different races, human, turian, krogan, and a few batarians getting drunk from the alcohol they drank and getting lap dances from the dancers working there. The music is louder than what is going on outside the two doors. A woman with a blue dress sitting at the bar having her whisky minding her own business. She looked around the dancers and the customers hearing their conversations about their miserable lives, the station and the politics they whisper about. She turned to her right and sees a drunk batarian passed out from all the drinking. The woman was board out of her mind until she sees another woman with a red dress sit next her hear.

"Hello," says the woman in Red.

"Hello," says the woman in Blue with uninterested expression. "What do you want?"

"Well, I just walked in here and seemed to notice you sitting all by yourself. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, you see, I got all these workers fixing up the station and they said I gave them 'over time'. Now they're complaining on not going home at all."

"Wait, so you haven't given them a day off since the station's been attacked?"

"Rarely. The station needs to get back on its feet faster if we want it as a high power. The workers are just taking their sweet ass time and not working fast enough."

"Are they human?"

"I have a few of them but most of them are aliens. They lived here as long as we have so I just assume they know how to get it all done."

"What about the keepers? They lived on the Citadel for God knows how long and they know the lace inside and out. Why not ask them for help?"

"They always creep me out. Plus, they work independently from everyone else on the station and they fix it all up like it's a band aid."

"Can't you just hire more workers?"

"I'm losing more laborers more than I have working in the hour. I'm going to lose my contract."

"Well, in that case, I'd say you need another drink. How about it? I'll get my favorite."

"That sounds wonderful."

Red signaled the bartender to get two glasses of wine. The bartender nodded and pulled out a bottle of wine and poured two glasses and handed them over to the wo ladies.

"Thank you," said Red politely.

"You're welcome, ma'am," said the bartender.

"So, what brings you to the Citadel in a time like this," Blue asked.

"I'm here on some business of my own. I travel from the biggest places across the galaxy and talk to some people and resolve some tough situations."

"My, my aren't you a busy woman," Blue said with amusement as she took a sip of wine.

"Oh, you have no idea," Red said as she took a sip of her wine.

"Say, I was wondering if you can help he with the situation I'm in with my labor contract that have been bugging me," Blue took another sip of wine.

"I'm afraid I'm already have," Red said as she took another sip and smirked.

"What are you talking…about," Blue felt light headed and laid her hand on her head feeling dizzy. "Whoa! I don't know what this wine is but I think it has too much kick into it. My head if feeling dizzy. Like literally."

"Well, figuratively. For a liar, you are not very good at it," said Red continuing to drink her wine.

"What?! Who do you think you are calling me a lair? Why am I losing myself here," Blue questioned as she slowly slumped onto the bar.

"Well, I think I may have spiced your drink a bit," said Red

"You…drugged the wine?"

"And added a little bit of poison," Red chuckled as she took another sip of her wine.

"What?! Who the hell are you?!"

"I wasn't lying when I had to do some business across the galaxy but I never told you what for. I was just looking for information on a familiar terrorist organization that you were apart off and I was told by one of your guys that you have a full list of names and locations on any lieutenants and captains that are alive and hiding out since your Commander died. So, right now, I'm just hunting you all down and clean this mess up or whatever is left of it."

Blue's eyes shot out in shock and realized who it was. "B-but, we all thought you were dead. How did you get out of that explosion?"

"You'll be surprised what a spy can do to fake his own death to believe the galaxy is dead."

"You dick," Blue insulted as she began to lose conscious. "Wait. You drank the same wine. How are you still conscious?"

"I asked the bartender to coat the inside of the glass," Red said as she finished her wine.

Blue laughed silently as she shut her eyes. "Oh, classic you." She then passed out on the bar with her right arm next her head.

"Wow," said the bartender as she walked up to Blue. "Is she dead?"

"Not right now. But she will be in two minutes. I just need to get what I need from here and I'll be gone," Red said as she activated her omni-tool on Blue'. "Just need to get that list quick and out," Red said to herself.

"Thank you for getting rid of her for me. That bitch has been driving me crazy for days."

"Yeah, she is kind of a bitch." Her omni-tool flashed as the download was completed. "Ah! Here we are: a full list. Thank you so much for your help with that, Madam," Red said as she shook the bartender's hand.

"It's the best I can do for you. I can actually see you're a busy person. What now?"

"Wait for another four minutes and she'll be dead. Then, call C-Sec and report of this woman as a dead drunk body here and they'll see it as an alcohol poison. One more thing, don't tell anyone I'm here."

"Got it," said the bartender as Red calmly walked out of the night club. "Thanks again."

'Red' walked out of Chora's Den calmly with a smile on 'her' face. A hologram around the body began to change into a Helldiver suit, a Wonderer suit. Designed for stealth and infiltration including disguising themselves as different people. The Helldiver's name is Troy Benning. He's a spy for the Helldivers, a hell of an actor and a former team member of the legendary Alpha Squad, led by Commander Austin Shepard. He helped Alpha Squad bring down a terrorist organization called Hellspawn, who was led by their leader, The Commander. He worked for that organization without any knowledge of what The Commander's true intentions. Feeling regret, he defected of the Helldivers and together defeated the former spy agency then turned terrorist organization. The Commander reappeared with is terrorist army and both him and Alpha Squad destroyed him. During the final battle against Hellspawn, he faked his own death to hunt down any remaining Hellspawn agents who might be alive. He just needed a list of all the names and locations where those agents are hiding. The entire galaxy thinks he's dead and everyone, including Alpha Squad, believed he sacrificed himself to destroy Hellspawn. He's used to being in the shadows and acting alone due being a spy.

"Travaille chaque fois," Troy chuckled in French as he turned his suit invisible and disappeared without a trace.

Troy went back to his hotel room he rented a few days ago and looked at the list he acquired and found the agents and soldiers he has been looking for over a year and a half since he faked his death. He always felt like hunting down Hellspawn was his fight more than Alpha's. He did admit he once he worked for The Commander before Alpha and they seemed to take it well and still welcomed him with open arms despite he was once a spy for them. Still, he helped them take down the terrorists in the end and faked his own death. He didn't like it at all but he figured hunting down a few stragglers isn't worth Alpha's time and decided to hunt them down alone. There are a few people who only know Troy's alive, General Zartrack and the Arkadian Council. Together, they staged his 'death' so they can continue their hunt Hellspawn.

His omni-tool rang and put the call on his TV. The image showed General Zartrack. "Hello, Mr. Benning. Did you find that list?"

"I did, sir. I got it from one of the Hellspawn agents that was hiding out on the Citadel. Though, it did not become a serious issue for me."

"What did the police say?"

"Their repot say that she died of alcohol poisoning, chocked on her own vomit. My tracks are covered."

"Good to know. You've always been a good spy in the Helldivers."

"That's because I'm good at what I do best. It's all espionage to me."

"I'm glad you switched side to us despite your history."

"I know, sir," Troy said in a regret. "I was the one who created Hellspawn without my knowledge. I was just a tool just like all the rest he used. Including…her."

"…Troy. You know none of it was your fault. You had no way of knowing. You made the right decision of giving that information to us."

"It doesn't matter anymore. What's done is done. Right now, I have to focus on the situation now. I'll leave for my first target on Horizon tomorrow."

"Good. Inform me of all your confirmed kills and be sure to leave no trace of your activities."

"It'll be done sir. I'll get it all figured out.

"One more thing before you log off. Your former team member Hawk is currently living on Horizon. Be careful not to get spotted."

"I'll be sure that I won't get spotted. If he knew I was alive, someone will know and Hellspawn will know I'm coming for them. How is the rest of the squad doing, other than Shepard being the hero of the galaxy again?"

"The rest of the squad is fine. Thanks for your concern."

"Logging off," Troy said as the he shut off the TV.

Troy poured himself a glass of whiskey and looked out the window of his hotel window, looking over the Citadel and pieces of Sovereign all over the place. He'd wish he was there to join Alpha to fight against Saren and the geth but, he can't risk himself getting caught by anyone during his hunt for any Hellspawn remains. If anyone knew he was alive the whole time, he would know any of those troops would know he'll go after them and lose them. Thanks to the General and the Arkadia Council, they kept it all a secret well. He pulled out a photo of Alpha Squad and looked at it as he smiled.

'I miss you guys,' Troy thought. 'You forgave be before. I hope you can forgive me for leaving you like this. It's kind of a dick move.'

He was always to the squad like they were his family. He always thought about them. Especially a certain leader…

Flashback

"Hey, Troy," Commander Austin Shepard said as he walked into Troy's room and sees him with a drink in his hand.

"Bonjour, Shepard. Came to chat?"

"We just came back from our mission against those Hellspawn robots and I just need to pass the time until we hear from the Council until then."

"I see. Look, about what happened there. I'm sorry that you had to find out about me who worked for the Commander."

"Look, Troy, we already forgiven you for lying to us about it."

"I do appreciate it. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"No, seriously. If you hadn't forgiven me about the truth, I wouldn't forgive myself and still go on with my life alone as a spy on the field against Hellspawn without you guys knowing it while I take orders from the Council and the General."

"Well, you're not alone now. You got us."

"Thanks again. Besides, this is more of my fight than yours."

"You know you can't to this alone right?"

"I know. I am willing to take them down no matter what."

"Good to know. Hey, want to get a drink somewhere?"

"Sure. I know a good bar I always go to. It's just a few blocks from here."

"Perfect. Just don't get too drunk. You know what happened last time you drank too much"

"Ok. One: It wasn't my fault when I pulled that prank on you guys the morning after we all got drunk. Two: People do dumb shit when they're drunk. Three: You always forget how strong my liver is and how it functions properly after drinking so much."

"Alright. How about this. When we get to the bar, lets see who lasts longer without passing out."

"You're on. Let's not get too ahead of it anything. We don't want to look like a couple of alcoholics by the end of the night."

"Then, let's go."

Troy and Austin both left Alpha's apartment and came across Alex, the squad's pilot.

"Hey, boys! Where are you going?"

"Just going to the bar with our fearless leader here," Troy said. "He just wants to prove I can last longer than him."

"Ok. Just don't get too drunk tonight. I don't want to drag you two like I always do on the field."

"You do know the bar is a few blocks away from the apartment, right? We can actually walk from there."

"Still though. I hate to drag you two out of the bar."

"We make no promises."

End Flashback

Troy went back to reality after remembering his time with Shepard and he is still the same Commander Shepard like he always remembered. He smiled and looked at his reflection of his drink as he begins his personal mission tomorrow.