The only one Garrus said goodbye to was Wrex. With him he really would have liked to continue as a partner and friend, since Garrus' plan would then work out easier. But Wrex had to return to Tuchanka in order to conquer his throne.
Garrus' way led him to a small space station. A kind of refugee camp for those seeking help from the Citadel. As matriarch Benezia had attacked, many fled from the station. Garrus' shuttle landed and he immediately went unerringly to a nearby hospital.

It was not business or injuries that brought him there. It was the only human doctor who stood with her back to the entrance. The Turian went silently to her, clasped her waist and turned her around.
"There you are! I missed you ... especially at night!" Purred Dr. Chloe Michel.
Garrus grinned and hugged her. He had not seen her since they had played Shepard out. Chloe had played the distinguished helpless victim so well that he was almost worried that he would never recognize it if she would put a good act on him.
"And? Are all there? "
"Fifty meters further is a bar. They will wait and meet us there tonight!"
Garrus nodded and turned to leave but Chloe increased the pressure of her arms:
"Tonight," she growled, "Not now! I close the door and you can stay," she paused and grinned lasciviously, "here, with me!"
Garrus watched as the doctor with a sway in her hip went to the door and closed it. Garrus smiled and leaned on a bed:
"Well ready for a little romance?"
Chloe came back and pushed him onto the bed:
"Romantic? No," she took off her blouse, "I just want your body!"

Garrus came a bit too late for the meeting in the bar because Chloe had kept him busy for quite a long time. For a human she had hell of a lot of endurance, Garrus smiled. The whole bar was filled ... and almost only by Turians. Here and there a human, a Batarian, some Vorcha and Krogans. But the main cannon were Turian.
Garrus grinned and waved to the bartender:
"A round for all," he locked the door while the rest cheered.
The drinks were making their rounds. Garrus took a bottle and opened it. Everyone raised their glasses or bottles, but waited for him to speak.
"My friends! How long have we waited? "
"Too long!" came the immediate answer.
"So it is!" Garrus got up and went through the ranks, "And I owe you thanks and respect for your patience! You trusted me and I did not disappoint you! "

Garrus looked at every face, nodded and moved his hands in gestures:
"Now we have it all! Money, modern weapons," he raised the bottle and shouted, "and damn smart people! "

With that all shouted and cheered.
"Where's the money in the galaxy? Where do you earn the most? "
It was a rhetorical question and therefore no one answered. All just grinned.
"With work in factories? Service in an army? Or the policy?" Again no one answered.
"As a mercenary, you earn the most money! Now the fear is greater than ever. The Geth are stronger than ever! Now the weaklings, cowards and rich ones need protection! And they will pay any price!"
The bar was shaking with enthusiasm:
"All we need is to make a name! Blue Suns, Blood Pack and Eclipse! These are the big three! Let us be the number four," then smiled as dark as death in person, "until we eliminate them!"

All slapped on the table or stump on the floor. Garrus then lifted his bottle and they all did the same:
"Let's drink! On the birth of a new association of mercenaries! We will be rich and famous everyone in our way will get a foot in his ass! "
Everyone laughed and Garrus continued:
"On the Turian Force!"
"On the T-Force", everyone shouted and then the drinking starts.

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Garrus took no newcomers without skills as the rest of the mercenary groups. Well-trained soldiers, warriors and criminals. That was the T-Force.

In the council sector they came quickly to a name. Moneymaking politicians needed protection and wanted the Citadel cleaned of enemies. But in the mercenary business the only way to make the big money was when you venture into the illegal areas.
Large-scale arms smuggling, slave transports, freighters raids. No one could stop them. But that increased attacks on them by the three other mercenary groups. They did not like it when someone new played in their business.
The attacks were tolerable but bugged. Garrus was irritated by the death. He could only finish it his way. His plan was to eliminate the other mercenary organizations, but he would need a little more time. But that was only a smaller problem.
The T-Force headed for Omega. There, was the unofficial base of the Blue Suns, the Blood Pack and Eclipse. Garrus was worried. He heard that Aria was again in command of the station had and that was bad. She was clever, devilish and damned smart. It might be unwise to mess with her.

Garrus always followed his plan. The T-Force were split in small groups, and brought over a certain time to Omega. Here they were relatively unknown and that was perfect. The new mercenary troop met in the lowest areas of the station. It was for long time, a meeting in which all members of the T-Force came together.
Garrus leaned closer to a digital representation of Omega:
"Sidonis? What are the main points of our friends? "
The addressed Turian talked about features of the station and lit up some points.
All recognized where it would lead, but Garrus expressed explicitly:
"We will go to war! We will destroy the Blue Suns, the Blood Pack and Eclipse! And there is only the T-Force! The universe will be ours! "

Everyone cheered.

That was the beginning of a great battle.