One year after Reaper War-Arian Navaris-Destiny's Ascension
As I gazed out of the window of my office at the partially-destroyed Citadel. Although firing the Crucible hadn't destroyed it completely, it had caused a lot of structural damage. However, the races that had built the super weapon were now repairing the damage it had done.
However, with every project came injuries. 'That's where I come in' I thought to myself. Being an Asari, I had time to learn the anatomies and internal processes of different species, making me a valuable asset. Despite my knowledge, there are several doctors out there that surpass me in skill and knowledge.
Despite my short coming, I enjoyed my work. And as Dr. T'Soni's assistant, I had several opportunities that no one else could have, like studying Javik, the Prothean, or learning about the Rachni and their medical problems. So much to learn and all the time to learn it.
"Dr. Navaris, please come my office," said a familiar voice over the intercom system.
"On my way Dr. T'soni," I said into the com system on my desk.
As I ran down the hallways, I saw the usual medical emergencies; exploded limbs from rapid decompression, wounded Rachni from hysteric workers, workers who got hurt in Rachni backlashes, burns from machinery, radiation sickness, and so on. As I approached her office, I familiar face leave from it.
"Hello Javik"
"Hello Arian," he said, turning towards me. "What brings you here?"
"The doctor needed me. You?"
"Just reporting in as usual."
"Any news?"
"The keepers seem to have the core systems working consistently, so the station should be habitable soon. The workers seem to be making progress, so the station should be back to full function in less than a year."
"Alright then. Good to hear." I said as I enter T'soni's office. Javik turned to walk away as the door closed.
"You wanted to see me doctor?"
"Yes, please take a seat," she said, gesturing to the seat in front of her desk.
"What did you need?" I asked as I sat down.
Liara sighed and said, "You're being transferred."
"What? No!"
"This is the way it is."
"No, there's got to be some mistake."
"There isn't. You are set to depart tomorrow."
"Wait, why?"
"Because there is nothing here for you. You need to get out and see the galaxy."
"I'm perfectly fine with staying here."
"Trust, you're not. Traveling the galaxy will give you opportunities you couldn't imagine."
"Why me?"
"You have the necessary requirements," she said, bringing up her data pad.
"Which are?"
Knowledge of alien anatomy and medical training," she said as she scrolled through her data pad.
"Can't someone else go?"
"No, it has to be you."
"Say's who."
"Javik," she said, setting the data pad down.
"That son-of-a-bitch." I yelled, slamming my hand down on the desk. "Why the hell would he say something like that?"
"He can read your memories by touch, remember?" she said as she jumped out of her seat. "That was standard protocol for security reasons."
"Fine. When and where do I depart?"
"Report to shuttle bay E5. The shuttle is headed for the turian ship the Alexandreta," she said as she turned to look out of the window.
"Thank you," I said sarcastically as I headed for the door. As it opened, I asked, "Are you sure you're not trying to live your dreams through me?"
"You can be certain of that," she said as she turned to face me. "I could never get on another ship. I've had my fill of adventure."
"Do you miss him?" I asked as I crossed the doorway.
"Everyday," she said as the door closed.
One and a half years after Reaper War-Wriker Kato-Tuchanka
"Aralakh Company, report to the armoury immediately. Be ready to move out!" screamed Urdnot Grunt over the intercom.
"Finally some action," I yelled, slamming my fist into my hand. I ran down the hallway towards the armoury.
"Damn," I muttered, entering the armoury; I wasn't the first one there. I started checking my two Tempest submachine guns as the last few stragglers made it through the door. I slammed my locker shut, screaming "Let's go."
I was answered will cheers of appreciation and agreement as we headed to the loading bay. Grunt was waiting there for us.
"Good to see you men eager for a fight." he said, pacing in front of the team. "I won't lie to you, this won't be easy. Bloodpack mercenaries are abducting women from the outer villages."
This was met with moans of anger and cries of vengeful rage.
"Stay calm," said Grunt, raising his hand to silence the squad. "Don't worry, cause they're gonna pay for it! Now load up!"
We yelled with cries of war as we loaded up into the trucks. I grabbed the set closest to door.
"Lucky, you get to be first to fight," whispered one of my squad mates as he entered the truck.
"Shut it Katom!" I yelled at him. "Not like you would deserve to be first,"
"And you do, with your pathetic little guns. Can you even hit something, or do you have to fill the air with shots in order to kill something?" he said, putting to the guns in my hands.
"At least I actually kill enemies."
He approached me, saying "You little..."
"That's enough!" interrupted Grunt as he entered the truck. "Save it for the enemy."
"Yes commander," Katom said, slinking back into his seat.
"Got it," I said, turning away, checking my weapons just to make an excuse to change my focus.
The ride didn't take long. Before we knew it, the trucks were stopping.
"Let's go!" shouted Grunt as the ramp dropped. "Show them the fury of Aralakh Company!"
We roared with battle cries as we rushed out the trucks. The mercs were already firing at us, but not nearly enough to keep us back.
"Time to get stuck in!" I yelled, leading over the enemy barricade. I saw my first targets; a group of vorcha, stunned at me braking their line. I opened up on them with my Tempests, slicing them down with a barrage of shots. Before I even got halfway through the clips, they were nothing more than bloody messes. I ran forward with the rest of my battle brothers, ready to spill blood.
I took little time to reach the warehouse where they were keeping the women. We barely paused for more than a second, and the only reason we did was to aim. We gunned them down left and right, decimating their forces. By the time I reached the door, Katom was almost through, cutting through the sealed metal door with his Firestorm.
When he was almost through, he gave me a nod. I rushed forward and bashed the door with all my strength, breaking the already weakened section. I tumbled into the warehouse. I noticed mercenaries to my left, stunned by my sudden appearance. They started to take aim at me, a fatal mistake. In an instant, Grunt leapt through the entryway I created and blasted the three away with his Scimitar.
"Here," he said, extending his hand to help me up.
"Thanks," I said as I grabbed it and got to my feet.
"Sir," yelled one of the squad members from the far-side of the facility, "We've found the females."
"What's their condition?"
"Alive, but barely. We need to move them now," said Grunt, turning to their direction. Katom, take some men to get them out.
"Yes sir!" he said, grabbing three others.
When we arrived back, Wrex was there to meet us in the loading bay.
"Hello, chief," said Grunt, saluting.
"Don't mind the formalities, I'm here for him," he said, pointing at me.
"Me?" I said, confused.
"Yes, you. Come with me," he said, heading for the door.
"Yes sir," I said, following after.
After we had made it down the hall, Wrex turned and asked me "Would you like to go and fight on far away worlds?"
"Sir, I could never pass that up if I was given the chance."
"Well, you do have that chance. An old friend of mine is assembling a special task force."
"Who is it?"
"My friend Garrus, well, now Primarch Vakarian."
"Sir, I would be honoured," I said, saluting.
"Good, the shuttle's waiting for you on my landing pad," he said, turning to leave.
"Thank you, sir," I said, turning to see Grunt running towards me.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"Yes, I joined the task force," I replied.
"Good. I know I gave him the right man," he said as he started walking towards the pad. "There's one more person you need to meet."
"Really? It better be important."
"Oh, trust me, it's important, or else I wouldn't have come to a place like this," said a female voice. Suddenly, a hooded female figured decloaked in front of me.
"Who the hell?" I said, shocked by her appearance.
"The name's Kasumi," she said. "I'm one of Grunt's old comrades."
"That she is. She and I took on the Collectors with Shepard back in the day," said Grunt, raising his fist.
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"To give you a gift," she said, handing me two submachine guns.
"What are these?" I asked as I took them from her.
"Locusts. These are the only two left in existence. Shepard told me to put them to good use, and I don't need them anymore." she said as she turned to activate her cloak. "Besides, Grunt already paid me good money for them."
"I didn't want you going out there without the best equipment I could get," he said as he clenched my fist. "Go show them the fury of Aralakh Company!"
"Yes sir," I said, and then I turned to walk towards the landing pad.
Two years after Reaper War-Spatha Nager-The Alexandreta
"Set the course for the Citadel," I told Duke.
"Yes sir," he replied. "Setting course now."
I left the bridge to head down to the shuttle bay. The krogan wanted to see me. I got into the elevator and pushed the button to head to deck three.
"Dr. Navaris is there anything wrong with the Krogan," I asked over the intercom in the elevator.
"Not that I could tell," she replied in her usual sarcastic voice.
"Thank you," I replied. 'What the hell is her problem' I thought to myself. 'I would have killed for an opportunity like this.' I pushed the thoughts out of my mind, now wasn't the time.
I left the elevator and proceeded to the shuttle bay. I found the krogan examining some crates. "A problem?" I asked.
"Well, those merchants skimped us on the rations, so we'll have to get more sooner than projected," he replied.
"That's not that important, and wouldn't warrant my presence." I said with agitation in my voice.
"That's not why I called you down here," he said as he walked towards a disproportionally tall crate. "It's this," he said, pointing to it.
"What about it?"
"It wasn't on our lists," he said as he scrolled through his data pad.
"What do you want to do about it?"
"I don't know..." he said as he leaned up against it. The second he did, he fell through the wall of the crate.
"What the?" I said as I approached the krogan. I heard in a high-pitched voice not belonging to Wriker say "Ow"