Chapter 4: The Brightest and Nicest

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Halo or Mass Effect. Those belong to Bungie and Bioware respectively. I own only my OCs and place of origin, ideas and thoughts.

"I don't believe it. They're both knocked out. That is unfair." These were among the main statements made from the audience as Joker handed back the money that was gambled. The crowd didn't stay long. Soon only Dr. Karin Chakwas, Commander Shepherd, Chean Friess, and Conit Fiset stood before the two unconscious bodies making sure the two brawlers were fine and still alive.

Dr. Karin Chakwas spoke up, "Alexander must have a thick head to survive a Krogan head butt. And Grunt is good as well he has small wound on his head from the multiple hits. Front chest plate is also bent inwards probably a broken rib under that. Beyond that they are fine."

"Yea he does, but the other bones are about the same. He once survived a free fall from a mid atmosphere drop in light drop armor. But it is funny how I told someone Grunt would come out with most wounds. The head butt was an added bonus to my side bet." Conit states helping Chean pick up Alexander to be able to carry him to the infirmary. Shepherd helped get Grunt on a portable medical gunnery.

As the group walked for the medical bay Dr. Chakwas asked, "So is there anything I need to know about Alexander medical history."

Chean replied, "No not really. Just don't detain him when he wakes up. I don't need another political episode."

Twenty minutes later Normandy Medical Bay –

Alexander quickly took in a deep breath of air and looked around the room he was in while sitting up quickly. He noticed that he no longer in shuttle bay where he had fought the Krogan SOB whom had knocked him out. With a cheap head butt move nether the less. He looked across the aisle to the other bed in the room and saw that SOB was still anesthetized. Then all the sudden he heard someone say, "Oh good you are up. I have a few questions for you. "He looked to his right and saw Dr. Karin Chakwas sitting at her desk monitoring the vital signs of Grunt and Alexander. He quickly ripped the cords off of his now naked top half and head.

"Next time do not try to monitor me I will be fine or I will die, I don't like to be injured not from a hand to hand combat. The war I fight is kill or be killed in close combat. Besides that why am I here I should have been transferred to the Shadow's Truth's medical bay?" Alexander asked putting on his shirt still not standing up.

"Major General Friess said for you not to move until you recover from the head butt and to meet him back on the ship when you are ready. So are you feeling dizzy, light headed, or do you have small headache?" She asked him while he was standing up and walking towards the door.

"I'm battle ready. I feel like I could jump out of a shuttle mid atmosphere and survive the crash. All he – pointing at Grunt with his thumb - did was earn my respect by knowing he was not going to win and at least making it a draw." Alexander replied walking out the door.

"Funny that is what that young fellow who had come with the Major General had stated he had once done that on a mission." She said to herself

After a few minutes of walking around the Crew level as he dubbed it. He was wondering one thing. What was allowing this ship to run? He went to elevator and rode it down to engineering deck. He finally made it to main core of the ship to find single crew member working there. Alexander asked in amused voice seeing someone else working so diligently, "Are you Tali'Zorah vas Normandy?"

At the interruption of her work she turned around to see who it was. She replies, "Oh look! Who has come to visit me! The man who got beaten by Grunt, what was your name again I didn't catch it the first time?"

He replied with a rare smile, "By the Quarian customs I am Alexander 'Bolt vas Umbra est scriptor Veritas – Shadow's Truth {the NDWA speaks a variation of languages, but mostly English} -. I am with the NDWA's combat engineering groups. Although we are use as more combat than support," He leaned up against a rail to side where she was working and continued, "And in fairness neither of us won. I got him as he got me. Although he got me with cheap head butt, and I got him it was more of a tie than a victory for either of us. So you are the head of the Normandy's engineering core? And I have a question for you."

She replied while placing her hands on hips, "Why yes I am the head of the Normandy's engineering core, but I am not going to tell you what it runs on. And there is nothing you can offer me to make me talk."

Alexander snickered before stating, "Even if I could PROMISE the Quarian race a back to healthy immune system so you and your people don't have to hide behind those viro-suits. Although it is a very interesting piece of equipment, you get one tiny tear in the suit and you're dead. You don't have to accept my offer I am just saying we have perfected the process of increasing the immune system, safely, for our purposes, and I am certain that it could be modified quickly to fit your species. You don't have to answer me right now, and I'll leave you my communication number as well as a pass to get onto the flagship to see me. The guard will escort you to make sure you don't "wonder around". Talk to you later gorgeous. I hope you decide to take my offer. Your beauty should not be held behind a mask."

As he walk out Tali felt dumb founded a person with a cure for the Quarian curse just offered it to her and she was rude to him. Maybe she would reconsider; 'he seems like a nice guy. Wait what he said about my beauty.' Thinking about that too much made her blush. She would, on her break, talk with him. With that taken care of and still feeling bad she got back to work.

WRITER'S NOTICE

Alexander's origin story was Liara, but once again the inspiration got a hold of his character and wanted Tali. Honestly it changes the multitude of stories I had lined out. But that is sadness I now have to change out the other stories minus the first. No God Awful FLAMES