AN: Hello and welcome back, sorry for the long wait but at least its 6,000ish words or so. It takes a lot of work to put these out especially when you but heads with your co-writer every waking moment of your life.

P.S. For those of you who follow me as an author and are waiting for the Overwatch story don't panic, I am currently working on it. Just enjoy this one while I work okay?

About 2 years later

The only time Pollux remembers waking up this sore was when he blew out his old biotic amp, but that was supposed to be expected out of the Interplanetary Combatives Training (ICT) program. He would push back the pain for now, today was a big day after all. Not everyone can be apart of the legendary N7's and most just weren't cut out for it; they were the best of the best after all, and in Pollux's eyes they were almost as good, if not better than, Specters. He pulled himself up from the stone slab that was his bed and eyed his 6X8 room for the last time and dressed himself, there really wasn't a ceremony or anything he would just go to the office where Admiral Hackett was and shake his hand and receive a certificate.

From what he knew of the N7's he would be on leave until his skills were needed and then he would be deployed, or be signed on to a crew like Shepard was on the Normandy. Even though the life of an N7 seemed uneventful, Pollux grew more excited with each passing second and before he knew it he was already on the elevator to Hackett's office. It stopped about halfway and someone else stepped on, after a small silence the man spoke up. "Hey, you wouldn't happen to be Pollux Foster would you?" The man asked, he was dressed as a civilian and had dark skin with a small amount of facial hair, neatly trimmed just like the hair on his head so he assumed a military background. Or a rich fan. "The one and only." Pollux greeted warmly as he extended his hand, the man returned with a smile and shook it eagerly. "I'm Jacob, Jacob Taylor." The elevator ride was pleasant, they exchanged stories about previous missions (Pollux was right to assume a military background), talked about their biotics, and the N7 program. "So, you were stationed on the Normandy right?" A small pang of guilt and sadness resounded in his chest, but he reluctantly answered. "Yeah, I was. It was pretty great and Shepard was a good commander." Jacob intently listened, "It's a shame she died, but she saved a lot of lives that day." There was now an uncomfortable silence in the elevator, and a voice in the back of his head was telling him something was off. "Look, I'm actually here to offer you something." Jacob said, Pollux was uneasy to say the least but listened. Jacob took the silence as acceptance, "Ok, kill the elevator." He said into what was probably a subdermal communication link, immediately the elevator shutdown and the red emergency lights activated. Before he could talk however, Pollux was already charging his biotic amp. This new one that Liara and made was insanely powerful, but at a cost. He burned nearly 3 times as many calories and had to constantly watch how much power he used or possibly die due to strain. But still, it was pretty badass. The familiar sting in his neck slowly intensified as he pushed and pinned Jacob to the wall with his powers. "Woah calm down I just wanted to talk." Jacob strained, after a few seconds longer he was released. "Make it fast then." Pollux responded. He kept Jacob pinned to the wall to make sure that he couldn't attack him if he tried. "Just listen ok, I work for an organization that needs your help. If I tell you who, will you listen to me?" Jacob pleaded. His arms and legs were spread eagle on the wall of the elevator, staining to move. Pollux let him off of the wall, intrigued with this news. "Who do you work for?" He asked, still primed up and ready to strike at Jacob if he did anything that was suspicious. "I work for the group Cerberus. We are working on a project that requires your help." Pollux took a step back and reached towards his sword. "The terrorist organization?" He questioned. He didn't like Cerberus, the only run-ins he had with them ended in shooting, always with them performing illegal experiments or stealing something. They were also a reason that him and his brother do not see eye-to-eye, being that Castor was basically their top assassin. "Contradictory to popular beliefs, we serve to protect humanity. And right now humanity needs your help." Jacob made a convincing case, but Pollux didn't want to help a terrorist organization. No matter what Jacob tells him, they have done some pretty messed up stuff. "I'll think about it. Now let me go." Jacob nodded and the elevator sprang back to life.

He got off on the next floor, leaving Pollux by himself the rest of the ride. When he finally made it to the floor Admiral Hackett's office was, he noticed the Admiral peering out a window overlooking Earth. Pollux didn't get to see his homeworld often, but it looked beautiful to him. He entered the room and proceeded to stand at attention. "Admiral. Sorry it took so long." He stated, saluting. The Admiral turned and smiled a half smile, motioning him to stand at ease. He walked over to his desk and motioned Pollux to stand on the other side. "First off, Commander Foster, I want to thank you for your service on the Normandy. The loss of a good ship and crew was hard to take. I want to commend you for your service and graduation of the ICT program by inducting you into the special task force N7." He pulled out a contract-like paper and a pen. Pollux signed it and shook his and. "Welcome to the team." Admiral Hackett looked proud, but noticed that something bothered Pollux. "Something on your mind son?" Pollux looked at him, debating weather or not to reveal what was just asked of him, "Sir, a Cerberus operative just stopped me in the elevator on my way here. He said that they needed my help, but I'm not sure-," Hackett interrupted him abruptly, "Do it." Pollux was taken back, "Um, s-sir?" He stuttered. Hackett sat back down and motioned Pollux to do the same, "Cerberus has been a small thorn in my side for a while now, but no matter what the Illusive Man seems to be a step ahead of us. This is a chance for us to even the odds, if not get ahead. I want to to accept their offer and keep a very close eye on them, and report to me whenever something major happens." This whole idea made Pollux, uncomfortable to say the least. "But they're a group of anti-alien terrorists, whatever they have planned can't be good. How do you think it would look if an N7 all of a sudden joined up with them and helped them?" He retorted, but Admiral Hackett was not easily dissuaded. "This is going to be your first mission as an N7, your proving grounds per say. You will be recognized as an N7, but if you cause an intergalactic situation you're going to be on your own. We can't send you any help while you're out, you're going to have to rely on your training and instinct." He could feel the panic start to set in, Hackett could tell. "Please Pollux, the Alliance need you. Do it for us, for Shepard." He didn't like it, not even a little bit, but it's what Shepard would do. "You can count on me sir, I'll get it done." Hackett smiled through his old scarred face and stood, Pollux doing the same. They exchanged goodbyes and Pollux left to get one more goodnight sleep before he would have to sleep with one eye open working with a bunch of terrorists. His thoughts turned to Jacob, the man in the elevator, "Maybe they're not all bad?" He questioned himself on the way back down. He'll find out sooner or later….

Jacob reached out to him in the evening on a secure channel, you could almost feel the joy in his words when Pollux agreed to work with them. He told him to meet him on the landing pad on top of the inn he was momentarily staying at, seeing how he really didn't want to sleep on that stone slab back at the ICT program. It was early, about 0500, but Pollux was used to it by now. When he was at the landing pad, Jacob was already waiting for him. He wasn't hiding who he was now, he was in a lightweight Cerberus operative uniform with the symbols clearly on the shoulders. "Ready to go?" He asked him while hanging out the side of the ship. Pollux hesitated for a moment, pulling uncomfortably at his grey leather jacket and looking back at the door.

"Hurry up Pollux, I got a card game waiting for me back at base!" A very familiar voice came from the small ship making his head snap back up to the sound. He saw a small man, with a brown beard and a hat covering his head, he slowly limped towards Pollux with a smile that was ear to ear. "Joker? Holy shit!" Pollux jogged over to him and hugged him, "Hey careful I'm fragile remember?" He laughed as Pollux apologized and eased up a bit, they all boarded the ship and left shortly after. "I suppose you want to know what's going on don't you?" Jacob asked as Pollux armored up, just as a precaution, that seemed to be one of the only things him and his brother could agree on. "Yeah that would be nice." He replied as he fastened his visor around the back of his head and ears, which matched his black N7 armor, which had a dark blue stripe down it instead of a red one most use. "Well here's what I'm authorized to tell you. We're taking you to a top secret facility where you will be placed in temporary command of the new Normandy crew." That definitely grabbed his attention, "What do you mean new crew? The Normandy is gone Jacob, I saw it get ripped to shreds and everyone on board get-," he stopped, it was happening again. The flashbacks, the panic in his chest, Pollux was plagued by nightmares and PTSD from the attack. After a small moment of Jacob trying to calm him down and some steady breathing he continued, "The Normandy is dead, no fixing that." Joker decided to pipe up from the cockpit, "That's what I said too, but trust me Pollux they want to help." Pollux was still unsure of that, and Jacob knew it. So the remainder of the ride was quiet, aside from Jacob talking to Joker about ships and the sound of Pollux sharpening his sword the old fashioned way with a stone.

After reaching the larger transport ship and traveling to the facility via mass relay they finally reached their destination, a massive facility with extremely large, robotic mechs patrolling everywhere. Jacob explained how there would have to be a tour later and showed him through hallway after hallway until finally reaching a door to a lab. "Alright, so here we are. I hope you're ready for this." Pollux raised a brow, "Ready for what? You still haven't told me what's going on here." Jacob sighed, "I'm not suppose to, but I feel that you need to know so you can trust us. Have you heard the story of Lazarus, from the Bible?" Pollux was familiar with it, so he let Jacob continue, "Here, we're working on the Lazarus project. Who we're bringing back is behind those doors. Let's go see how she's-" red lights began to flash and sirens started to sound throughout the entire base. "Shit!" Jacob yelled, an officer must have called him on his Omni tool because he immediately started to sprint down the hall. "Make sure she stays alive Pollux! Go!" He shouted, without hesitation he busted into the room, but was immediately stopped by what, no, who was lying on the table. Shakily, Pollux said to himself, "Sh-Shepard?"

Shortly before the alarms….

Miranda was ruthless, for the fourth time that day she effortlessly knocked Castor on his ass. Surprisingly enough the two actually became friends, in an odd sense. If you call screaming and beating the shit out of each other friendship. They spared whenever Miranda was available, but most of her time was taken by the Lazarus Project. Which amazed Castor, the progress they've made in past year have been the most any of them have ever seen and that was all due to Miranda. Even Wilson had to acknowledge how much she's accomplished, and he's a dick. Miranda extended her hand to Castor and picked him up from the gym floor. "You're definitely improving Castor, but you're too reckless. Have you ever considered anger management classes?" He gave a short laugh, "Why? So that I can listen to Jacob drone on and on about how my anger isn't "constructive" and I need an outlet?" She laughed in response, a bit louder than she anticipated. "Come on, I have a surprise coming in for you today." Castor's interests were definitely peaked, he suited back up in his full armor and equipped his sidearm. Wilson insisted that he not carry weapons on him since the mechs would be running security, but there was no way in hell that would be happening anytime soon. Castor could sense something was, off. He turned to see Miranda staring at him, "What?" He asked, she just shook her head and pushed past him and out of the gym. A scientist ran up and gave her a tablet with Shepard's vitals, all reading steadily and in the green. "Shepard should be ready to wake up in about a week. Then we can start to really get everything set in motion." She handed it back and scientist scurried off.

They walked in silence for a moment towards Shepard's wing, that was until she grabbed Castor and dragged him into an empty storage room. "What the fu-," he started. "Shut up. I think someone is trying to sabotage this project." She said in a hushed whisper, as if to be afraid that the storage room had ears. "What are you talking about?" He responded, not worried about anyone hearing him. She pushed herself off of him and gave them a bit more breathing room, "I've been watching Wilson closely the past month, and he's been acting more strangely than usual. A few days ago I saw him trying to login to one of the computers in the security sector, the only reason he could be doing that is to possibly override security or hack the mechs." He knew she could tell that behind that helmet he was skeptical, and he knew her and Wilson never really saw eye-to-eye on anything. "That's a little extreme don't you think?" Was the only thing he could respond with. She opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was a siren, the base was on full alert. "Shit!" Was the first thing that came to mind for Castor, Miranda too but she decided not to voice her opinion and worry more about the project. "Jacob! Get down to maintenance and find a way to deactivate the Mechs! Keep the N7 with Shepard!" She yelled into her Omnitool. Castor was starting to regret not carrying any more firepower, not that he needed much to take out enemies it just made it all the more fun. "Then get to the emergency extraction point and grab us a ship we need to get Shepard out alive." Castor was starting to get annoyed, why would Wilson sabotage everything we've worked so hard for? "Ok calm down Miranda. You're the one being irrational this time. Why would Wilson-," she held a holovid in front of her. Showing Wilson down in Maintenance tampering with some of the computers. Castor looked closer to see an engineer come into the room, Wilson looked up at her and put his hands up to show he wasn't doing anything. But in the blink of an eye, he shot her, and continued working on the computer. "Proof enough?" He just stared in disbelief, "How did you get that?" "I told you, I was suspicious of him. Now come on, we need to stop anymore mechs from going haywire, and get Wilson." They both ran down the hall and headed for engineering.

Some time after the alarms…

Castor and Miranda swept through the waves of the small security mechs with ease. They saw many bodies of dead Cerberus scientists and operators. Weak, Castor thought. He believed that the strong were all that should make it, a similar principle to what the Krogans do. It still made him furious that someone would sabotage this project. So much time and resources from some of the greatest minds in the galaxy spent their time trying to bring back Shepard, and for what? Why did Wilson want to be this stupid and mess with something that Miranda was running? As they walked a mech grabbed at his ankles, and Castor easily crushed its metal head underfoot. "How much longer till we get wherever it is we were going to again?" He complained, kicking the pieces of the mech further down the hall. "Shut up and quit complaining. Almost there, I saw Wilson heading to some doors, probably to escape. That terminal we found definitely showed he was tampering with the systems." Miranda was tracking his movements on her Omni-Tool.

They were almost on his position. That was, until, a YMIR Mech busted through the wall and grabbed Castor. His helmet's HUD spazzed out and failed to show him his shield strength as it pinned him to the wall and raised a turret at him, "Priority target acquired." It said in a low robotic voice, using his enhanced strength he managed to push out of the mech's hold and push him away. Enraged, he lunged directly at it but was pulled away by a biotic force causing him to roll along the ground till he corrected himself and stood. He snapped to Miranda, "What the hell Miranda?!" She just rolled her eyes and took his arm as she sprinted down the hall and through the door, she quickly activated the security door and locked it down. Castor was ready to go off on her but she quickly turned around and said, "Before you throw your tantrum, we do not have the necessary firepower to take on that mech." He was about to go off anyways, just before he saw movement behind her. In the blink of an eye he grabbed her and threw her behind him just as a smaller LOKI mech shot at her. The bullet hit him square in the side of his helmet, his shields should've taken the brunt of the attack but after that bigger attack by the YMIR they hadn't recharged fully. So the bullet got through, rocking him and making him fall to the floor. He was too dazed to see it but Miranda quickly dispatched the mech and shot to her feet, after quickly checking his vitals to see that he was alive she moved over to the nearby console. This wasn't where she needed to be, but she had to get Shepard out of her room and to the hangar. Good thing we brought another N7 here, she thought. After entering a few commands she got a hold on the intercom and started trying to evacuate everyone, then she turned it on in Shepard's room while pulling up security footage to see into it. There he was, standing completely awestruck in his black and blue N7 armor and a glowing visor across his eyes. "Foster." She said, he stood there, totally oblivious of the situation. "Pollux!" She shouted instead, nothing. Grabbing the bridge of her nose she let out a sigh, "well this is going to be harder than I thought."

…

"POLLUX GODDAMNIT SNAP OUT OF IT YOU PRAT," that shook him out of his trance. He looked around the room quickly and remembered where he was, but as he looked on the table he almost fell back into it. "Yeah I'm awake, who is this?" He asked the ceiling, "Doesn't matter right now, you need to get Shepard out of there. Wake her up and get her to the hangar bay, we're under attack, there's armor and a sidearm in the locker. Hurry!" Immediately he sprinted towards her while vaulting over various railings and surgical equipment. He stood at the side of the table she was on, thankfully she was breathing and showed evidence of REM sleep. He lightly shook her, nothing. He shook harder, still nothing. He shook her even harder while shouting her name, nothing."GODDAMN IT SHEPARD WAKE UP!" He shouted as he smacked her across the face. Almost instantly her eyes shot open, and she fully uppercutted Pollux and sent him sprawling to the ground making him wish he wore a helmet instead. As he slowly crawled back to his feet he felt an arm start to lift him back up. "Foster? What's going on?" She asked, "I'm not sure to be honest, but this facility is under attack and we need to get out of here. That locker in the corner has your armor and a sidearm, grab them and let's go." She quickly put on the armor and grabbed the pistol, "This gun doesn't have any ammo!" She grunted in frustration, Pollux handed her his sidearm and unsheathed his sword. Shepard wanted to protest, but knew he could handle himself well enough.

A door at the end of the room opened and some LOKI mechs poured in, both N7's shot to cover just in time to see a barrage of bullets fly through the room. "Pollux! Give me a barrier I'm going in!" Shepard shouted, ready to vault over her cover and destroy the bots. "No let me do it you just woke up. Stay down!" Pollux felt his amp begin to tingle as he projected a small barrier that clung to his form. He jumped over to cover and before touching the ground, used his biotics to propel him forward in an instant. As he landed, he swiftly decapitated a mech and kicked its head towards two others, which were stunned by the explosion of improvised projectile. He dashed behind on and stabbed it through its chest and impaled it to the other one kicking out of the doorway they came through. "Good job Pollux." Shepard came walking towards him patting him on the shoulder. "They were nothing. Come on we need to get out of here."

They began running down the hall as Shepard questioned him. "What are you doing here? And where am I?" "I'm not really sure where, but these people wanted to bring you back. I was here to help. If we find Jacob I think he can explain more." He told her. He stopped to open a door that had been jammed, and a LOKI mech came out the other side about to blow off his head. Shepard shot the mech in the nick of time making it recoil, in turn Pollux sliced its arm off while Shepard clotheslined it. She eyed her work with a smile, "Nice to finally stretch out the joints, how much farther?" "Shouldn't be too much further if I remember right." After a few moments of cautiously stalking through the narrow corridors they heard the mysterious lady again but the intercom was cutting in and out, "Shepard…. go to t….. don't." Then silence, "Looks like we're on our own. Come on." The finally reached a lift area at the end of the hallway, "I think we need to go down," Pollux said, after walking over to the lift he turned to see Shepard holding a gun, a very large gun, and a very large smile on her face. The doors at the end of the hall opened up to show a large patrol of mechs, but in the blink of an eye she shot out a grenade and decimated the group. "Holy shit! This thing is awesome! Wonder if I can upgrade it.." she laughed, sometimes Shepard worried Pollux every now and then. They took the lift down and ran through some flames and into an opened area where Pollux recognized Jacob huddled behind cover trying to fight off his attackers. "Pollux!" He shouted when he glanced over to them, as soon as he did he did a doubletake. "Shepard!? You're not suppose to be awake yet!" Instinctively Pollux threw a barrier on himself just as a couple bullets hit him, before he could retaliate Shepard pulled him down to cover next to Jacob. "I want answers! Where am I?" She questioned, "Yes of course! You're at a-" he was cut short by a hail of bullets barely missing his head. "Shit! Ok how about we take out those mechs huh? I'm a biotic so just point to whichever one you need me to use my powers on." A smile broke across her face as an idea came to mind. "Jacob give me your sidearm, when I say go you and Pollux use your powers to suspend them in the air. Got it?" she ordered, both of them complied with a "yes ma'am" and got ready to go. With two pistols in hand she yelled, "GO!" in sync both biotics used pull and suspended two of the mechs in air, and in the blink of an eye Shepard put two bullets in their heads and dispatched the other few around them. "Ok let's go, it's probably best if we talk at the evac zone." Jacob said, both N7's nodded and followed him to engineering where they heard someone groaning in pain. They looked to see a man lying on the floor with a bullet in his leg and a dead woman off to the side, bullet to the head apparently.

"Wilson! What happened? Why are you down here?" Jacob questioned the man, only to receive glares and a snarl. "I got shot in the leg damn it! Get me some medi-gel it fucking hurts!" Shepard leaned down and inspected the wound, "What are you doing down here?" Pollux asked, something didn't feel right about this. Shepard walked over to the nearby first aid terminal and grabbed some medi-gel, "I came down here to see if I could fix what happened to the mechs but I got locked out, then shot." Shepard walked back to him, kneeling down to administer the medi-gel. "I remember you, from the first time I woke up." "Yeah, that was me. Can we talk about this after you're done fixing my leg?" Wilson finally was able to stand, and noticed the concerned, confused looks he was getting. "I came down here to shut down the mechs, but whoever did this completely fried the systems. Its irreversible." Jacob quickly snapped at him, "We didn't ask what you were doing. Why do you even have security mech clearance? You were in the bio wing." Wilson held his hands up defensively. "Weren't you listening? I came here to fix this! Besides, I was shot. How do you explain that?" He began getting louder, and closer to Jacob's face. Shepard began to pipe up, "I don't trust any of you yet, so how about we get out of here, the assign blame where it's due?" Everyone nodded in agreement after a short pause.

"Ok, but we need to find Miranda. We can't leave her." Jacob said ashe was turning to leave. "Forget Miranda. She was in D-WIng, the place was crawling with mechs." Wilson looked skittish, Pollux stared at him, his brother told him how to notice signs that he was being lied to so he wouldn't get stabbed in the back. Sweat, rapid tapping of his fingers, looking everywhere as if he could get shot from any crevice. Then again, Castor was a paranoid psychopath. "A bunch mechs won't drop Miranda." Jacob defended. "Then where is she? Why haven't we heard from her? For all we know, she could have been the one to set off the mechs." Shepard shook her head, "Then why did she warn us about the attack?" Pollux nodded, "Yeah, why are you so eager to throw the blame to her?" He quickly put his hands up in defense and said, "Okay, maybe she's not a traitor. But that doesn't change the facts. We're here and she's not. We need to save ourselves. The shuttle bay is only a few-" he was interrupted by a barrage of bullets, everyone shot to the floor and took cover. A bullet barely missed Pollux and gave him a gash in his cheek that he would have to ignore for now. "We can overload the canisters!" Wilson yelled, Pollux looked up to see the mechs were surrounding some containers that had flammable warnings all over them. Shepard nodded to him to use his tech abilities and clear the mechs, and with a wave of his Omni-Tool the containers exploded and sent the mechs flying off in pieces.

Jacob let out a sigh, "Ok we took em down but this is getting tense. Shepard, if I tell you who we work for will you trust me?" Wilson quickly strode over, "Now is not the time Jacob." Shepard held up her hand to quiet him, "Ok, tell me." Jacob sternly fixed his gaze at Shepard. "The Lazarus Project, the program that rebuilt you… it's funded and controlled by Cerberus." Shepard turned to Pollux after a small silence. "You knew about this?" He backed away, taking a slight defensive stance, "They said they could bring you back. I wanted to help." Shepard turned back to Jacob. "I've spent a fair share of my time as a specter taking down Cerberus projects. Back then they were trying to kill me. Why the change of heart?" Her malice was audible with every syllable. "Those answers are way above my pay-grade. Let's just say things change. The Alliance declared you dead. They gave up. Cerberus spent a fortune to bring you back. Look, I'd be suspicious too, but we need to work together. I thought you deserve to know." Shepard wouldn't turn to meet Pollux's eyes. Jacob began to turn to lead them down the hall. "I'll take you to the Illusive Man when this is over. He will explain everything." Shepard pushed past him. "I don't care about what you did or what you say, I'm not working with terrorists." She turned to Pollux before leaving, "I expected better from you." He didn't respond, he just internally told himself it was for the greater good.

The group had to adopt a light jog to keep up with Shepard as she tore through mechs. When they did finally reach the door to the evacuation area Wilson ran up to it and began to bypass the system, "C'mon, through here. We're almost at the-" when the door opened suddenly he paled. Pollux hasn't met her before but something told him this was Miranda staring daggers into Wilson, the way her cold calculative eyes scanned all of them in an instant. "Miranda! But you were-" with a draw speed that rivals Shepard she quickly put a bullet right between his eyes. "Dead? She asked sarcastically, Jacob ran over completely mortified. "What the hell are you doing!?" She coldly responded, "My job, Wilson betrayed us all." No one noticed how Shepard was holding her pistol to her head till she spoke up, "Even if you're sure, did he deserve that welcome?" Ever so expressionless she responded, "He sabotaged security systems, killed my staff, and he would've killed us." Jacob tried to play peacekeeper between the two and stepped up, "You sure about that, Miranda? We've known Wilson for years. What if you're wrong?"

Pollux felt a sharp stab in the back of his head, someone was coming. From behind Miranda a voice retorted, "Haven't you learned Jacob, Miranda is never wrong." A man came into view holding a bandage to a gash in the side of his skull, Shepard looked to him and had to double take at the other Cerberus operative. "Pollux, is that-" he was already charging his biotic amp. In the blink of an eye he used charge and tackled him into a wall, and held him there by putting a sword against his throat. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, venom dripping from his words. A smile slowly spread itself across his face as he responded, "Why little brother, I'm resurrecting your idol. Now be a good dog and let me down." Pollux increased the pressure on his brother's throat, but his smile never wavered. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end you here and now." Castor chuckled, further aggravating his counterpart. "You don't have the balls to kill me, you're weak." Pollux was ready to end him then and there. However, the cold barrel of a pistol rested itself under his chin and activated. "Oh, and I'm always a step ahead of you." The two stared each other down for a few seconds, Castors beady dark orange eyes burning into Pollux stormy blue. Shepard snapped out of her stupor and ran over to them, not wanting to have anymore altercation she grabbed Pollux by the elbow and jabbed him in the side effectively disarming him and sending him to the ground. Castor took this opportunity to throw a punch at his now weakened brother, only to be countered by Shepard and smacked in the side of his head on his wound causing him to double over in pain. "Ok, I'm not in the mood to babysit you two! Get your shit together and meet me in the shuttle and I swear to God if either of you even breaths on the other I will beat you so senselessly you'll be eating through a straw. Now move!" She was clearly pissed and not happy with anything or anyone at the moment, so without hesitation both twins found themselves sitting on either side of the shuttle staring daggers into the other while everyone else quietly congregated around them. Shepard looked periodically to the twins while she answered Miranda's questions, she felt sorry for both of them. If this was going to work both of them would need to get passed their differences, she just didn't know how to do that. Out of all the problems she was facing, this might prove to be one of the most difficult.