Chapter 4
Normandy

Wrex stood patiently in his place and waited. He could stand there like a stone, for hours, but sometimes Chief Williams left the room, leaving him and Garrus alone. Once this happened Garrus came to him and they discussed further strategy. "Did you looked at the weapon mods?", he ask and the Turian nodded. "Yes, along with half of the models which we can get a good deal. Shepard has licenses for almost all distribution." He grinned, his jaw mandible trembling with excitement.

Wrex eyes gleamed. That promised a huge amount of profit. It was a fantastic coincidence that they could not just get on board the most advanced Alliance ship, the most modern equipment, but could also hunt their former partner and now renegade Spectre. Saren had fucked them over some years ago. He had sold their network to the Shadow Broker and disappeared for a few years. When he emerged, he was the most famous Spectre of the galaxy, and there was no way to get close to him.

"We need to get to the Citadel. Getting Shepard to there should not be a problem.", the Turian continued. "What's your plan?" Garrus grinned. "A little damsel in distress who must be rescued by our commander." Wrex growled. "Chloe will play along?" Garrus smile widened. "Of course, she has taken a fancy to me." As Williams came back into the room and the Turian strolled back to his place at the Mako, Wrex only shook his head.

Tali did not trust the Asari. She had tried to talk with Shepard about her doubts, but since they could not go into details, it was difficult. In addition, the Commander seemed to be fatally attracted to the Asari. What seemed indeed to be a normal reaction of humans to Asaris, but in this case it was not really useful. She remembered the last mission and still got a headache.

Their task was to eliminate a small mercenary base on a small planet in the middle of nowhere. When they got there, almost all mercenaries were gone, but the few who remained, rendered a fierce resistance. But Tali recognized that neither the Commander nor the Asari were shot at. The fire was concentrated almost exclusively on the Quarian.

She thought she had seen several times from the corner of her eye that Liara had hacked some terminals and Shepard had ransacked cupboards, but she had been too busy eliminating the mercenaries to be positive.

To make matters worse, the Asari also stumbled on the way back and Shepard had to carry her to Mako. Liara had purred her apology so damn sweet, that Shepard´s brain was totally blown away and Tali wanted to spew.

She had to come up with something and she had to urgently review this T'Soni. But she unfortunately could only do this from the Citadel. But she had an idea. Shepard had the urge to help everyone, no matter who had a problem. Tali contacted one of her friends – a Hanar priest. He would take care, so that Shepard was at least busy for over an hour by dealing with him and C-Sec.

Liara was in the little laboratory behind the infirmary and switched through the different records of bugs, she placed all over the ship. She was intrigued by the Quarian. Could it really be Tali Zorah nar Rayya? She smiled coldly, and corrected herself, because the Rayya did not exist anymore. By her information, Tali would be the new head of the resistance and that would be too good to be true.

Liara leaned back put her feet on the cool surface of her desk sighed, and relaxed. Her feet really hurt from those clunky shoes. The cold metal was really pleasant. It was a mystery to her how anyone could stand walking in these shoes for long. In addition, she missed her high-heels, she felt so small without them. She rubbed her lower legs and thought about Shepard.

She had to urgently approach the Commander, without giving up her image of the sweet little innocent scientist. In their last conversation, Liara had laid the foundation, by telling Shepard of the sexual practices of the Asari, the melding, the pure ecstasy if two become one. Then she took every opportunity to grab Shepard's attention.

The advantage was it worked. The disadvantage that Shepard took her on every mission and that meant she had to wear too often these boots.

Liara desperately needed a break. She wanted to be herself and even if it was only for two hours in the hands of an Acolyte on the Citadel. No substitute for hard sex with Aria, but it would be a nice distraction.

She sent a message to the Council that the Normandy should be back to the Citadel for an inspection and sent some information to General Septimus Oraka. Then a message to the consort Sha'ira with a note that Commander Shepard would be the perfect person to help her. She should give the commander a little more than just money as a reward. That should give Liara a nice half-day for herself. Satisfied, she leaned back and closed her eyes.