A/N: Two in one day, whoot! So, without further ado, here you go! Bioware owns the ME universe.
Back on the ship, Shepard set a course for the Citadel and they were off again. Javik could detect the exhaustion in her. If she worked herself to death trying to stop the Reapers and gave out from fatigue before she accomplished her goal there was no hope left for this cycle. In his time, a soldier would not dare confront his commander, no matter the intention. He had noticed others from the crew approaching her to express concern. Maybe this cycle was different. Or maybe the commander was. Javik decided to try it after their stop on the Citadel.
"Javik!"
"Yes, Commander?" He answered without turning around. It used to anger him to be called in such a way, but he had grown to understand the human's ways and accept it, even like it. But he would never admit it.
"You said you had traitors in your cycle?"
"Yes." He could feel her anger hot and intense.
"Oh, good. We have shit to shoot of that variety. Suit up and be ready in five."
"Of course." She was already stomping away. There was a history here, he was sure of it. Whether or not he will ever learn of it had yet to be determined. He checked his rifle, it was ready. He checked his ever present armor, changing it from red to the off green color he knew the commander liked. Wait, what?