A/N: Already the second chapter! Or the first. Whatever. New characters ahead, as well as some action. Enjoy!

"The ones you can't control, brought together by life's twist; have only one another to depend upon. Displaced from society, outcast we are, we have nothing to live up to, we are all we have."

- The Casualties, We Are All We Have

After a disorientating sensation, not unlike a portkey, Harry opened his eyes and looked around. He stood in a corridor with red lighting; sleek edges and metal predominant. Beside stood and floated his two new friends.

"So this is the Citadel.", said Harry. "Where are we?"

"You should check your omnitool.", supplied Taxidermy helpfully. He had a deep, ethereally voice.

"My what?", asked Harry, before he felt a sudden influx of information in his head. After the dizzying sensation he looked at his arm, opening his omnitool. "Ah, that thing. Alright. We seem to be...in the lower wards, near the market district."

After consulting the unfamiliar tool, he looked at himself. He wore a futuristic armor, made of something that seemed to be plastic. His back held and hip held several weapons. He instinctively knew how to use them. Looking at Taxidermy, he saw no weapons.

"How do you fight? And while addressing this issue, how do I fight?", asked Harry. "I mean, I know how to use my weapons, but this biotics stuff – oh wait, nevermind. I know how to use it now."

Biotics seemed to be something like telekinesis, fueled by a substance called Element Zero, or Eezo for short. One could use to create shields, charge enemies, rip them apart or move things.

Basically, biotics are akin to the force. Substitute midichlorians with Eezo, and voila, Jedi powers., mused Harry.

Looking at Taxidermy, he remembered his earlier question. "So, what can you two do?"

"I am a doctor.", said Freud proudly. "I specialize in psychotherapy and dreams."

"He has also an upstanding an honest character. He openly admitted to his desire to...fornicate with his mother.", interrupted Taxidermy.

"I didn't! You're getting it all wrong!", protested Freud hotly and tried to swot Taxidermy, only for his hand to pass through him.

"Enlightening.", said Harry dryly. "And you?"

"I am pretty good at taxidermy, as you might have deduced."

"Yeah, but Death wouldn't send me to another universe with an intelligent but morally corrupt ghost and a taxidermist, would he now?", asked Harry.

"I don't think so. Please, let me introduce myself: I am Taxidermy. I like my pets and dead things, although usually they are the same. I reanimate the dead to fight for me. I dislike people treating my pets badly and my dream for the future is to collect a lot of pets.", explained Taxidermy.

"That was equal parts explanatory and disturbing.", commented Harry. "No time to dawdle, though. We need to get going. We need a crew and a ship."

After walking around the space station aimlessly, they finally ended up in the foyer of Citadel Security – or C-Sec, as it was commonly called. A few people talked with officers in blue uniforms. The majority of officers were Turians, although a few were Salarians.

What really caught their eyes though was someone in a bulky, gray, worn armor. The being was easily seven feet tall, with a hump and seemed to consist solely of muscles. Bone plates on his head and the reddish-brown skin, along with a gravely voice – a Krogan. He was animatedly gesticulating in a heated discussion with a Turian C-Sec officer.

"I didn't do it!", yelled the Krogan. "I am innocent!"

"There was a shoot out in the market district. The only living witness around is you. You are a Krogan, the most violent species in the galaxy. Tell me why I shouldn't arrest you.", said the officer calmly.

"Because I'm innocent! And what about Vorcha? They are arguably the most violent species.", said the Krogan.

"Except they keep themselves to the Terminus systems and are barely intelligent enough to use a weapon. Face it, you are the most likely culprit."

Feeling strangely drawn to the Krogan, Harry decided to intervene.

"Excuse me for butting in, but is there a problem, officer?", he said.

Both turned to look at him.

"Yes, there is – dear God, what are you?", yelled the C-Sec officer.

"I'm Harry Potter, a human.", responded Harry.

"Not you! Those two!", said the Turian.

"Oh. Well, this is Taxidermy, he likes dead things, and this is the ghost of Siegmund Freud, he likes his mother to an unhealthy degree.", said Harry.

"I resent that statement!", yelled Freud.

"That doesn't really explain anything! Also, a ghost?! There are no ghosts!", yelled the officer.

"I beg to differ. I am a sentient, existing being.", protested Freud hotly. "In fact, I bet you only repressed your belief in ghosts. Perhaps maternal issues? It begs further analysis. Is there a couch around?"

"Freud, please, don't try to cure the officer. I am pretty sure he has neither met a ghost before nor misplaced maternal issues.", said Taxidermy.

"I – what – what the hell is going on?!", yelled the officer, finally losing his cool.

"I asked if there was a problem.", supplied Harry helpfully.

"Yes! You!", said the officer.

Trying to defuse the situation, Harry tried his best Dumbledore impersonation. "Now now, my boy, calm down."

"I won't!"

"Very well.", said Harry, readying himself to use a Confundus charm; that is, until he realized that his magic was replaced by biotics. He looked at Taxidermy.

"Can't you do something?", he whispered.

"No, he isn't in the right state of mind.", replied Taxidermy.

"What would be the right state of mind?", asked Harry.

"Less alive."

"Ah."

"But Freud here should be able to help out. I think possession would be able to solve this issue.", said Taxidermy.

Harry looked at the ghost. "You heard him. Do your mojo."

Freud nodded and glided towards the officer and somehow was sucked into his body. The officer visibly calmed down, although the until now mute Krogan looked at the trio with a mix of awe and shock.

"Now, what is the problem?", asked Harry kindly.

"This Krogan is accused of murder.", answered the officer in a monotone voice.

"Did he do it?", asked Harry.

"The circumstantial evidence points toward it."

"But you don't have any hard evidence?"

"No.", said the officer.

"Well, I'd say you should let him go then, right?", said Harry kindly. The officer nodded.

"Great! Now, I think that's our cue to leave.", said Harry and turned to the Krogan. "I'm Harry, and you are?"

"...Kran. My name is Kran.", said the Krogan, seemingly confused.

"Well, Kran, what are you planning to do now?", asked Harry. "I could use someone of your skill in my crew."

"I...don't think I'd be a good addition.", said Kran.

"Why? Is it the ghost thing?", asked Harry.

"No, it's...well, you see...", squirmed Kran. Harry looked at him confused.

"I don't see."

"It's just that...", began Kran, only to fall silent again. In the background someone could be heard shouting. Turning around, Harry, Taxidermy and Kran saw an officer escorting someone to the cells. The suspect was covered in blood and yelled unintelligible ramblings. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned around and looked at Kran who still looked at the scene.

"Well, what's the problem?", asked Harry, but Kran didn't answer. In fact, he didn't move. "Kran? Hello? You alright there, buddy?"

"He is frozen in shock.", said Taxidermy.

"Really? But why? He only saw that guy...wait. No. Really?", said Harry exasperated.

"What is it?", asked Taxidermy.

"He's hemophobic.", said Harry. "We met a hemophobic Krogan."

After realizing what was probably the contradiction of the century, Harry shook Kran, attempting to snap him out of his fit. After a few moments, Kran started to move again. He fidgeted and looked at Harry.

"You saw it, didn't you?", he asked.

"Yes.", confirmed Harry. "Nevertheless, you'd make a great addition to my crew."

"I'm a hemophobic Krogan! I can't even fight!", argued Kran.

"We have an expert on hand.", said Harry. "I'm sure Freud can cure you."

"A ghost who persistently believes that everything is somehow related to mothers? Really?", said Kran.

"I don't think he means it. I mean, as far as I know, his works weren't focused on that kind of fetish. I guess.", said Harry. "I mean, sure, Oedipussy over here spearheaded the MILF community, but hey. He is a pretty successful psychotherapist."

"More like Psycho the rapist!", yelled Kran.

"I really didn't want to do this, but – what else will you do? A hemophobic Krogan is pretty useless, to most people. If you join my crew, you at least have something to do.", said Harry.

"And what would you want me to do? Fight? I can't!", yelled Kran.

"We're probably fighting a lot of Geth.", said Taxidermy.

"I'm in."

After recruiting their first crew member, Harry and the rest decided to hire or buy a ship – after all, going on a mission of this scale required one, and Death, in his infinite wisdom, hadn't provided one. While Harry had enough money to buy a ship, complete with crew, he had no idea where he could do so and what to look out for.

"You don't own a ship?", asked Kran incredulously.

"Unfortunately not. I hoped you could help us out.", said Harry.

"Hm, I might. There are some people we could ask. What kind of ship do you need?", asked Kran.

"Well, it doesn't have to be armed heavily...a light freighter maybe? Something like that. We need a crew though; also, we'll operate on the...muddy side of the law, so they have to be experienced in that area too.", explained Harry.

"Ah, that narrows it down. We should probably ask around in Chora's Nest, it's a bar just a few minutes from here."

"Alright, let's go."

After leaving the lower wards and walking through some empty corridors, they stood at the entrance of the bar.

"Chora's Nest, you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy on the Citadel.", said Kran.

Stepping closer, the doors slid open. In the middle of a big, circular room was a bar lined with drinks. Tables stood at the sides, some with dancing Asari on them, others empty.

"There is a guy I heard of, Harkin. He should be able to point us in the right direction.", said Kran. "He's a human."

Looking around, they soon found a middle aged man sitting alone. He had a receding hairline and was visibly drunk. Walking towards him, Harry readied himself for the conversation.

"Harkin?", he asked.

"Yesh?", slurred the man, now identified as Harkin.

"We heard you might be able to give us some pointers.", said Harry.

"'Spose so. Whaddya need?", asked Harkin.

"We need a ship, already manned. Ideally ready to leave on a moments notice."

"I shink I know a guy who knows a guy...", said Harkin slowly. "Wha's in for me?"

Internally debating if he should threaten or pay him, Harry carefully considered his next words. "We would pay you, of course."

"Hrm...20,000 Credits.", demanded Harkin. "Half of it upfront."

Harry frowned. It was a lot of money, but he could afford it.

"And you're sure we'll get a ship?", he asked.

"As sure as you can be on this dump.", shrugged Harkin. "Take it or leave it."

"Fine.", sighed Harry, using his omnitool to transfer 10,000 Credits to Harkin. Harkin nodded.

"Right. In the backroom, there's a guy who supposedly works for the Shadow Broker. If anyone can help you, it's him. Mention my name to the guard.", said Harkin.

Harry nodded and turned to leave. After he had taken a few steps, he heard a sultry voice.

"Excuse me, stranger."

Harry turned around and looked at an Asari. She wore tight, revealing clothes and was visibly armed.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in that kind of activity.", said Harry nonchalantly.

"What? No! I'm not a dancer!", protested the Asari. "I heard you were looking for a ship and a crew."

"You know someone who sells?", asked Kran.

"No...but if you're still hiring, I'd like to join.", said the Asari.

"Okay.", said Harry slowly. "Before you join us, there are some things to establish. First and foremost: who are you? Do you know what we are going to do? And why should we hire you?"

"My name is Iona T'Vess, I don't know, neither do I care, and I am a powerful biotic.", said Iona.

"Awfully convenient.", observed Taxidermy.

Looking closer at him, Iona's eyes widened. "Wait, he isn't wearing a mask? What is he?"

"He is an undiscovered species from a backwater planet in the Terminus systems.", explained Harry, thinking it would spare him further inquiries. "And the floating guy is the ghost of Siegmund Freud."

"There are no ghosts.", said Iona flatly.

"Well, I tried. Believe it or not. Now, our job will be...odd jobs around the galaxy? And fighting off an invasion of apocalyptic scale.", said Harry.

Iona looked disbelievingly at Harry. "Right."

Harry just shrugged. "Still with us? Can't promise you a good salary, though."

"Depends. When do we leave?"

"Preferably today, as soon as possible."

Iona hesitated for a bit. "Alright, I'm in."

The ragtag bunch of five moved towards the back rooms. Soon their way was blocked by a Krogan guard.

"Stop. Employees only.", snarled the guard.

"Harkin sent us.", said Harry. The Krogan looked at the five, his gaze stopping at Taxidermy and Freud. He shrugged.

"Very well.", said the guard. "You can pass. You and the Asari. The rest shall not."

Harry just sighed and nodded to Iona. They stepped through the door and saw a human male, approximately in his thirties.

"Welcome, welcome. What can I do for you?", asked the man.

"Well, Mister - ", started Harry.

"Fist.", said the man.

"Right. Mister Fist, an acquaintance of yours, Harkin, told us that you could help us find a ship.", said Harry.

"I might. What is its name?", asked Fist.

"Ah, my mistake. We need help buying a fully manned ship. I hoped you would know someone who sells one.", explained Harry.

"Hm...a manned and fully stocked ship?", asked Fist. "Now that you say it, there is one. It's not a beauty, but I think it should be sufficient for you. Still, you'll need a lot of money. It'll cost you at least a million credits."

"Not a problem.", said Harry. "Where can I find the ship?"

"There's a Krogan in the lower markets, his name is Brack. He is the one tasked to sell the ship. You'll find him easily, his armor is painted a bright red.", said Fist. "Now, this little tidbit of information isn't free..."

"I guessed as much.", sighed Harry. "How much?"

"50,000 Credits.", stated Fist bluntly.

Harry grumbled, but transferred the money into Fist's account.

"Well, we'll take our leave. Thank you for the information."

"Pleasure doing business with you."

After leaving Chora's Nest and paying Harkin the rest of his money, Harry eagerly walked towards the lower markets. Having marked the spot on his omnitool, he easily found the place. The five stepped through and looked around. Next to some crates they saw a Krogan in red armor.

"I think that's our guy.", said Harry. They walked towards the Krogan. "You Brack?"

"What's it to you?", grunted the Krogan.

"Fist sent us. We wanted to buy the ship."

"Ah, right, he mentioned someone like that. Okay, where's the money?"

"Where's the ship?", shot Harry back.

"Money first.", said Brack.

"Show us the ship.", demanded Harry. Brack sighed.

"Ah, well. You don't need to be alive for us to get the money.", said Brack and pulled out his shotgun.

"It's a trap!", yelled Harry. Shoving Brack away with a biotic push, he looked around to see some of the bystanders pulling out weapons on their own. Harry pulled out his gun, readying his biotics. Ducking behind a crate, he started firing. He looked around. Freud was levitating in the air, looking intrigued, Taxidermy was ducking behind a crate, Iona fired from her assault rifle and Kran did nothing.

"Why isn't the Krogan doing anything?", yelled Iona.

"He's hemophobic!", shouted Harry back.

"Are you kidding me?!", screeched Iona. "A hemophobic Krogan?!"

"I know, right? It's kinda funny!", answered Harry.

"I don't think so!", yelled Iona, shooting a Salarian and destroying another thug with a warp. Harry used a stasis field to keep several opponents locked in place and started shooting them one after another.

"Why do you have a Krogan with that kind of phobia? He's useless!", said Iona.

Harry frowned. "We have a very good psychoanalyst on board."

"With an incest fetish.", added Taxidermy mirthlessly. He was doing...something with his hands. Suddenly, a corpse rose, unbeknownst to the others, concentrating on the shootout.

"I resent that! Stop singling out this part of my legacy!", protested Freud. "And in fact, I'm good at treating phobias."

"Shut up, Oedypussy. I looked up your therapy on the extranet and it was full of your MILF fetish.", said Harry. Freud opened his mouth to reply, but the battlefield had fallen silent and everyone looked around.

"Did we get them?", asked Iona.

"I think so.", said Harry, when they heard a shout and crates were sent flying. A relatively unharmed, enraged Brack was storming towards them. His target was Kran, who still didn't move.

"I got this one.", said Taxidermy. He pointed his hand towards Brack and the corpse latched onto him, exploding and showering Kran in blood. Kran just blinked once before fainting.

"Oh God, that's sick!", exclaimed Harry, trying not to gag.

"What the hell?!", yelled Iona, before succumbing to nausea and throwing up.

"I think, you owe us an explanation. Preferably after we talked with Fist.", said Harry.

"You're just gonna ignore that?!", asked Iona incredulously.

"No, I'm suppressing the memory so I can focus on what has to be done. Afterwards, I can discuss my trauma with Oedypussy.", said Harry with a queasy grimace.

"...fair enough."

After waking Kran up, the five went to visit Fist, intend to get their ship and dish out some revenge. Entering Chora's Nest, they just shoved the guard aside and stormed into Fist's room. He looked at them in shock.

"Hello Fist.", purred Harry. "The transaction failed."

"A-ah well, that's...unfortunate.", stammered Fist.

"Yes, I think so too. But we could let bygones be bygones. How about you get us to the ship and we don't put a bullet in your head?"

"Sounds reasonable.", said a sweating Fist. "The ship is called Headmaster. It's docked in the lower wards. I tell the crew to be ready to depart."

"Thank you, Fist.", said Harry and left.

Passing a C-Sec officer at the bar, they heard his com activate.

"All units immediately to the lower markets! After a shootout with several casualties we're looking for a human male, a Krogan, an Asari, a human with a strange mask and something that looked like a VI!"

The five looked at each other. "I guess that's our cue to leave."

A/N: Aaand cut! Chapter is longer than I expected; considering the usual length of my chapters I'm pretty happy with it. I'll try to update once a week, don't know what the schedule will be.

Oedypussy is a reference to a Loriot joke.

Also, all those savvy in psychology and philosophy, sorry for my portrayal of Freud, but he's just so fun to mess with!