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Mass Effect
"Foreign Relations"

Chapter Ten: Reprisals and Recompense

By the time Sidda was done in the Terminus there would be nothing left of the Blue Suns, Isla seemed to have a direct line on their bullshit and every time they turned around they were landing on a cell of the mercenary band with both feet. This time it was a freighter called the Strontium Mule, it had been carrying artifacts from a dig site. The Blue Suns killed everyone on board while Isla and Zaeed returned the favor.

Zaeed was still at odds with Sidda but he'd cooled it some lately, however, Sidda knew that it was only a matter of time before it became a problem.

"So how long is it before I exterminate all of the Blue Suns?" Sidda joked after she'd been summoned to the comm room by Isla.

Isla chuckled. "You have a ways to go for that."

"You don't mind wiping out your previous employer?"

Isla shook her head and tapped a few things on the control panel. "No, not really, they're not all bad but most are."

"Right now the only one I'm worried about is the one on this ship, and I'm not talking about you," she said as Garrus joined them. Isla shrugged away Sidda's issues with Zaeed.

"Well, he's going to be angry for a while," she said as Zaeed silently joined them too, folding his arms across his chest and leaning grumpily against the wall. "That was the closest he'd ever been to exacting his revenge and Vido got away."

Zaeed scowled, his body language told them he was annoyed and didn't like being talked about. "Moving on."

Isla had something he was going to love. "But the good news is that I was able to narrow Vido's location to the Terminus."

Zaeed's scowl softened slightly but Garrus was pretty sure he wouldn't call that 'good news'. "Congratulations to us," he scoffed with a chuckle and obvious sarcasm.

"Yeah, I'm with Garrus, I wouldn't call that good news," Sidda added.

"As opposed to the entire galaxy?" Isla countered with a smile.

"When she makes a point she makes a point," Joker chuckled.

Isla had combed through the data from the freighter and found some promising leads. "I called in markers and old debts, four possible places Vido could be all are bases or outposts," she said and tapped the console. The hologram showed them the Terminus with various systems highlighted.

Four seemed like a small number but too many for them to hit quickly. "Where do you think he is?"

She didn't hesitate. "Joab or Sanctum. They're the biggest most secure." She said and the various highlighted systems dropped down to two.

Sidda had to make this right with Zaeed because if she didn't it would come back to bite her. "Whichever one you want to start with first," Sidda added, "you know him and you know the bases."

"I think we should hit both at the same time," she replied. "If we hit the wrong one first and word filters back, Vido will be long gone before we can find him again."

"I agree," Zaeed added in a low growl. He had been as anti-social to Sidda and the majority of the crew as he ever had been. The only one who was immune to his attitude was Isla, and even then, it was iffy.

"As do I," Sidda replied with a pointed look to Zaeed. They were still at odds but she'd made it very clear he needed to keep himself under control. "Are you sure that he's at one of these two?"

"He's scared," Zaeed chimed in. "Vido's a coward, he runs and hides behind his men."

"Which means the two strongest bases in the Terminus besides Omega," Isla added and Sidda looked to Garrus who gave her a simple nod. The silent agreement.

"Okay. Isla, pick a team and take the Kodiak and hit one I'll take the Normandy and hit the other."

The mercenary nodded. "I'll take Joab, you take Sanctum."

Isla picked Joab because she was more familiar with it. It was a Prothean dig site run by ExoGeni…as corrupt as it came. The Blue Suns made it a base and a very lucrative protection gig. Realistically, Vido could have been at Sanctum as well but there was no 'entertainment' at Sanctum's base…there was a lot more fun to be had on Joab. That is where she bet he would be. With Garrus and Zaeed as her team, gaining entry wasn't too difficult. Zaeed was more familiar with Sanctum and did question Isla's choice of coming here. When it came down to it he deferred to her, she knew him better than he did.

The infiltration of the base wasn't silent, Garrus and Zaeed did make short work of the guards before someone hit the alarm and all hell broke loose. The three-man team was highly effective until Zaeed took a hit to the shoulder, knocking him back.

The pain that coursed through her head she recognized immediately. The familiar incapacitating pain of Neural Shock, the field hit Zaeed too and they both went down. The instant migraine caused ringing in her ears and she collapsed to the ground on her back. Feet appeared in front of her, Turian feet, clad in blue and black armor. She managed to look up at the tall figure and blinked. "Oh no," she muttered.

"Nice to see you again, Isla," Kuril smirked standing over her with his favorite Revenant casually resting on his right shoulder. To be frank, her arrival was a very bad thing.

Nobody stayed conscious with a heavy dose of Neural Shock; it was a very versatile power: dialed up to maximum it could even kill a Krogan, but kept at mid-range, it was very useful for capture. It wasn't the first time Isla, Zaeed, or Garrus, has been hit by it.

Isla woke with a groan. Her neck hurt, her head hurt, her shoulders hurt. Mostly it was how she was sitting, hands bound behind her back and slumped forward. "Fucking Neural Shock…," she groaned.

"Oh yeah," Zaeed agreed from her right. The old Merc was the first one awake, "still has a nice zing to it."

"Somehow I thought you were smarter than this," Kuril chided. "You tore up half of Omega, destroyed my ship, and you're stupid enough to come to Joab?"

Her head was throbbing from one temple to the other. It would pass soon but that didn't mean it didn't hurt. "Nice to see you too, Kuril," she replied casually. "Talk about me being here, what the hell are you doing here? You hate this place."

"Oh, I'd happily be on my ship right now but your little IT tinkering saw that'd never happen," he growled. "Do you have any idea how many men I lost trying to contain that mess? Or for that matter how many prisoners escaped?"

"Oh, you're breaking our hearts," Garrus said derisively. He was finally awake.

Kuril looked to the other Turian. He wasn't familiar with him but he knew her other companion by reputation. "Zaeed Massani and I'm not sure who you are."

"Entertainment," Garrus fired back.

"Given the fact that half your face has been blown off and that Omega vigilante was a Turian I'm gonna say you're Archangel," he deduced but Garrus didn't take his eyes away. Kuril shook his head, Zaeed he could care less about. He was a legend but Kuril cared more about Isla. "You should never have come here."

Isla eyed him; he wouldn't be this uncomfortable if something wasn't wrong. "He's here isn't he?"

Kuril didn't answer and walked away from her to the console. That was more than enough of an answer for her and she looked to her left toward Garrus.

"We need to get out of here," Isla said quietly and Garrus looked over at her.

"Really? What a good idea." The sarcasm in his voice was enough to make her want to punch him.

She gave a slight eye roll. "Omni cuffs…got any bright ideas?"

"I'm working on it," Garrus muttered. "They'd be pretty stupid to leave me with my Omni-tool.

"Zaeed, you alright?"

"I've had worse," the old Merc answered, a little bug bite to his shoulder wouldn't slow him down.

"Isla Devereaux," a familiar voice grated and Isla cringed, "and Zaeed Massani…you survived Zorya…how nice."

"Vido," Isla feigned a convincing smile, "how's life on the run, Big Shot?"

He slapped her hard across the face. Garrus' mandibles ticked when she took the hit but he noticed Kuril flinch when Vido slapped her. Maybe he did care about her, a potential ally against Vido. "Was that necessary?" Zaeed asked.

Vido turned his attention to Zaeed. "I'm gonna unload so much ordinance in you I'll make sure you stay dead this time. You, I'll turn over to the Shadow Broker," he pointed to Garrus and then looked back to Isla. "but you…I'm gonna take my time with you. You betrayed me, Bitch," he snarled and punched her again.

"You always did hit like a pussy," Isla said and glared up at him.

"Ahh, yeah, can't crack the interrogator. You never did break, no matter what I did to you."

That made Garrus growl and Kuril's mandibles clicked.

"Don't touch her again," Zaeed warned and Vido looked over to him, he succeeded in getting his attention and Vido punched him.

"Or what, Massani?" he taunted.

"Or it'll be Dealer's choice to see which one of us kills you first." Garrus happily informed. With every hit Garrus watched Kuril twitch. With every crude comment toward Isla his mandibles clicked. Kuril was a rapidly growing ally.

Vido laughed. "I don't think so…but you boys get to have a little entertainment…," he cackled with a sickening grin and grabbed Isla by the hair yanking her head back, "if you thought I was hard on you before…you cost me millions in one fucking day. I swear you'll be begging me to sto-…" he didn't finish his sentence as a single shot rang out. Zaeed and Isla were then splattered with something warm and sticky, brain matter and blood.

"Despicable Human," Kuril growled quietly as he lowered his pistol. "Any male that has to force himself on a female deserves what they get," he muttered and approached Isla, activating his Omni-tool to release the cuffs.

When the cuffs were released he found himself in a fight with the other Turian. Kuril was taller but Garrus was a little more nimble and had the mercenary on his back in no time. Kuril hit the ground with a painful crack as his armor carapace cracked the flooring. He snarled as Garrus managed to take his pistol and planted his right foot on his neck.

"Garrus, don't kill him!" Isla barked and Garrus growled his annoyance.

"Isla, enough!" he snapped back. "You thought you could trust him on Purgatory and he nearly killed you."

"But he saved me just now," she rebutted as Zaeed, injured or not, collected weapons and paused a moment over Vido's body. His nemesis was dead…his only regret was that he didn't get to pull the trigger.

"Why'd you help?" Garrus demanded and pointed the pistol at his face.

"I didn't do it for you," Kuril forced out past the giant foot applying just enough pressure to his throat. "I did it for her."

Not good enough and the cop in Garrus took over. "You tried to kill her on Purgatory, you captured us…why help now?"

"She lied to me on Purgatory. Could have killed me but she didn't. I repaid the debt," he answered honestly. "Kill me if you want but you don't want to know what Vido would have done to her."

"Can you get us out of here?" she asked and Kuril tried to nod but failed when Garrus' foot prevented it.

"Preferably with his base a smoking crater on the way out," Zaeed put in while applying medigel to his wound.

"I can set the base to self-destruct and clear a path to your shuttle," he told them and it was good enough for Isla but not for Garrus and Zaeed.

"Let him go," she said to Garrus. He may have done the right thing but he tried to kill her before or blackmail her. Garrus didn't move and contemplated shooting him instead. "Garrus, let him go, now."

He let him up…this was going to bite them in the ass…he just knew it. Kuril got to his feet quickly and growled at Garrus. The Turians stood inches from each other threatening to fight again. "That's the only one you get." Kuril warned and Garrus didn't flinch.

He didn't trust him and didn't back down. "I'll snap your neck next time. That's a promise."

"Boys," Isla warned. "Kuril, where to?"

"Come on," he replied and opened the door gesturing to the table piled with their equipment. "Get your gear."

The other door at the far end opened as Kuril watched the rest collect their weapons and equipment. "Kuril," a male voice barked as the Blue Suns Captain put together what he was seeing.

"Locke!" Kuril barked in return and they both shot at each other. Kuril grunted as the second shot from Locke penetrated his armor and bit into his body but his second shot took Locke's head off at the nose. Kuril staggered back into the wall and cursed.

"Yeah, okay…someone heard that," Garrus announced and shouldered his sniper rifle in favor of the Mattock. "Time to be useful, Warden."

"Kuril, you're hit," Isla said and the Turian brushed it off.

"I'm fine," he bit back. The typical Turian response but the wound hurt more than it should. Locke used specialized ammo…outlawed polonioum rounds. He was going to feel like crap for the next few days. "Landing pad. Your shuttle is still in the same place," he said to Isla. "Give me two minutes and go."

"I don't trust him," Garrus said when the Warden headed out. They could hear commotion as the rest of the base was trying to figure out the gunshot they'd heard. The first one coming from where the prisoners were could be chalked up to Vido being Vido…the second ones were definitely a brief gunfight.

Zaeed agreed, the boys locked eyes for a moment and in that second some extra sensory perception occurred and they were on the same page even if Isla wasn't.

"Alright, that's two minutes," Garrus said sharply. He didn't like this at all.

"I don't hear anything," Zaeed added. "100 credits say that jackass betrayed us."

Isla rolled her eyes. "Will you two shut up and lets go?" she scolded and was the first one through the door.

The base wasn't clear, they did need to fight their way out but there was still no sign of Kuril. Whatever he was doing it did seem like Garrus and Zaeed were right. "Where the hell is Kuril?" Isla questioned as they moved toward the exit.

Zaeed dropped a mercenary with a precise shot and kept moving. "I don't like this," he said as they kept walking. Isla knew the base and was able to lead them out from where they were. The resistance was minor but enough to make them wary of what was happening.

To be truthful, Isla felt the same. "Yeah…I'm getting that."

They didn't need to hack any locks or navigate security which was something Isla found odd. Most of the time this place was as tight as a drum. One of the consoles indicated a 'Command Bypass', her brows knitted together for a moment before understanding why she hadn't seen Kuril. He'd bypassed the system to let them out. The landing pad was clear…none of them liked that. She unlocked the shuttle with the passcode from her Omni-tool and was surprised when Kuril appeared from around the front of it.

"Hey, what happened to the big boom?" Isla asked.

Kuril did as he said he would but now he wanted more. "Change in plans…you stay here."

Garrus and Zaeed scoffed loudly. "I don't think so." said Garrus.

She groaned, it was Purgatory all over again. This man always wanted more than what he had. His greed was his major flaw. "Kuril, don't do this." Isla pleaded.

"Do what? You betrayed us first. I killed him because he deserved it and the rest of the base would have killed me," he said and pointed his pistol at Garrus who was getting too close for comfort.

"I'm not kidding, Kuril," she said again this time in a sharper tone but he kept his gun trained on Garrus.

"That's my price. You leave, she stays," he ordered. Isla waved Zaeed off with her other hand but he ignored it.

"Don't make me do it, Kuril," she begged aiming her pistol at him. "Please, don't."

A shot rang out and she saw blood splatter across the side of the Kodiak. Kuril fell with a gunshot in his head. Isla was shocked and horrified. For better or worse he was always there to help her. "What the hell did you do!" she shouted to Zaeed.

"Sorry, Sweetheart," Zaeed replied. "You hesitated."

She thought about killing him, honestly thought about killing Zaeed Massani, the man who taught her all she knew over Kuril. "Come on." She heard Garrus say. "We gotta go."

The shuttle ride back to the Normandy was a silent one, the mission was productive and, in the end, the objective was accomplished. Zaeed has his revenge even if it wasn't he that pulled the trigger. Kuril did him a favor. Garrus sat in the co-pilot's seat even though Isla wouldn't talk to him either. He didn't pretend to know the relationship that she'd had with Kuril but it was clear it was toxic. He was glad the merc was dead but what at what cost.

"How'd your end go?" Garrus asked as he saw Sidda waiting on the flight deck.

"Well, you know, Mercs, mechs, bad guys, bullets, it sucked," she replied and noted the cold demeanor between Zaeed and Isla. "How'd it go on yours?"

"We found Vido. Vido is now dead but none of us killed him," Garrus told her. "One of his own guys…Warden Kuril."

Sidda's expression narrowed. "Okay, you win. What the hell did you guys do out there?"

Zaeed glanced over at the door as someone entered his little haunt. It was Isla and he really wasn't looking forward to this. He wasn't going to say he was wrong for what he did or even apologize for it beyond what he had done after he killed him. Isla was young and the young were always stupid.

"We need to talk," she announced and Zaeed grunted an 'if you say so' response.

His dismissive attitude only made her angrier. "I had it handled, Zaeed."

"No, you didn't," he replied plainly as he worked on Jessie.

"Stop treating me like I'm a child!" she yelled. Isla was mad at everything right now including herself; Kuril for being so damn stupid, herself for not seeing it, and Zaeed for being the only one to have the courage to do what she couldn't.

Zaeed dropped what he was doing. "Then stop acting like one," he snapped back harshly, stalking toward her until she backed into the wall. "You're smarter than that. I didn't teach you to get your head blown off or to be taken as payment for a job. Kuril tried to kill you then he tried to keep you as payment. Stop acting like a school girl thinking with her cunt and I'll stop treating you like a child."

Isla thought about yelling back at him but changed her mind. When she was a kid that didn't work very well as she always got in trouble for it. Zaeed had effectively raised her and she closed her mouth to any kind of response.

Zaeed rarely showed much emotion beyond anger but she could see in his eyes that he only ever wanted to protect her. He wasn't there to stop Vido's brutality but he was there to stop her from making a repeated mistake. He put his right hand on her cheek and returned to what he was doing. In his mind, it was all finished.

She left, there was nothing more to be said to the Merc, and found Garrus on his back in the main battery under a console. "Are you ever going to be finished tweaking that damn thing?" she asked.

"Nope," he replied. "I don't do well idle. I need to keep busy."

"Is that why you united all the bad guys against you, idle hands?" she teased and Garrus laughed.

"Maybe," he replied with a chuckle. "You wanna come down here and join me?"

Isla didn't need a second invitation and laid down next to him. He was better at tech than she was but Garrus merely wanted the girl he liked next to him. "Sorry I dragged you into that."

"Dragged me into what?" he asked.

"That mess with me and Kuril," she said. "You were right, Kuril may have saved me but he had his own agenda for doing it."

"Yep," he replied and kept working on the console.

"I'm sorry. You and Zaeed were right," she apologized and Garrus stopped what he was doing and looked over at her.

"You know, all that time on Omega when you were passing info to me and driving me crazy you never admitted that I was right," he teased and she rolled her eyes. "That's what I call progress."

"God, if I'd have known you were this insufferable I'd have killed you in the warehouse when I had the chance," she chuckled. "You going to be done with this console sometime soon or are you going to recalibrate the entire ship?"

"What brought on this feistiness?" he asked and she giggled.

"I liked watching you fight," she said with a shrug.

"Turian females like watching their males fight too," he said. "And they like to fight them too. I remember a mission we were preparing for, Batarian Slavers, high risk, and before we'd gone in I'd been competing with this recon specialist so we'd decided to settle it on the sparring mat."

"I'm assuming by the way I've seen you fight you let her down gently," she said and Garrus scoffed while tapping a few things on his omni-tool.

"Uhh…well, actually she and I were the top rated hands on the ship. I had reach but she had the flexibility, after nine rounds the judge finally called it a draw." The console beeped and he flicked it with his finger. It beeped again and the lights flickered. Garrus made a face at it but kept working.

"A draw? Then what?"

"We held a tie-breaker in her quarters," he answered and Isla grinned. "I had the reach but she definitely had the flexibility."

"Do I have to spar with you to learn about your reach?" she asked but the undertone was enough to make him stop working.

"Uhh…no," he answered carefully. He wasn't exactly sure how to proceed in a way that was appropriate. He knew what he'd do with a Turian female but not with a Human one. From what he'd observed from other Human and Turian couples it wasn't too much different. He got flustered but the blip of the console he was working on distracted him from looking at her smiling face.

The next stop after Joab was back to the Citadel to lend a hand to Thane. The assassin was not as she had expected, ever, and Nov was right to be a little jealous since she had developed a strong bond with the Drell. It wasn't like Nov thought, however, their relationship wasn't romantic but it could be if they both wanted it. Thane asked for her help and she gladly gave it. It was also a good time for the Normandy to resupply and everyone to take some shore leave. Sidda and Thane made a very good team but she found an entire new depth to the Drell, his life was pain and sadness and now he was terminally ill. She couldn't imagine what it was like to know you were going to die and trying to atone for the things you'd done before you die. Thane was by far the strongest person she'd ever known.

She tapped through some reports and files on her monitor until there was a chime at the door. "Enter," she called and the door opened to a rather fidgety looking Garrus. "Hey, Garrus, what brings you up here?"

"I had a question to ask you," he replied. "Sid…this is awkward…umm."

Sidda blinked a few times and put the monitor to sleep as she stood up from the desk. "You need a drink before you strain something?"

Garrus glared. "Shut up." He figured it was best to just pull the pin. "How do you mate with a Turian?" he blurted and closed his eyes. "Shouldn't have pulled the pin like that," he thought.

Sidda's expression was the best, even if he had gone about it with wrong way, her expression was worth it. "Shouldn't you know how to do that, Garrus?"

"Why couldn't this be painless?" he thought to himself."I mean you. How do you do it?" That was worse.

"Didn't know you were interested in me like that Garrus," she snickered and winked. Garrus became even more flustered. She decided right then that teasing Garrus should be a national pastime.

He growled in annoyance. "Will you stop it, Sid," he snarled. "I mean Humans and Turians, how does it work?"

Sidda's giggling was annoying him but he was smart enough to realize that she was teasing the hell out of him. "You and Isla?"

"No. You and me," he snapped back sarcastically. "I…I've never…we've never…" he didn't finish the sentence and Sidda found his shy awkwardness completely adorable.

"I get it," she smiled and stopped him allowing him to compose himself. "You want to sit down?"

He'd rather stand and fidget. "I don't think that'd be a good idea."

She chuckled as well. "So, you've never had…," she paused trying to find a gentle way to put this, "relations with an alien?"

Garrus wasn't sure why he felt embarrassed about that but he did. Contrary to Sidda's belief he'd never slept with Leena or anyone else other than a Turian. He shook his head. "No, and I was almost afraid to put that search into the extranet."

Sidda laughed. "Yeah…I can imagine. You want my advice, she's the experienced one, let her lead."

"That's it? That's all you got for me?"

She chuckled. "I'm not going to go into graphic detail for you, Vakarian, for the most part, the parts are all the same so just let her lead since she's done it before. If you want more than that you can always talk to Mordin…I'm sure he'll be happy to give you the sex talk too."

"The what?" he asked and she waved him off.

"Nevermind. One embarrassing dose of that was quite enough," she said. "I do suggest the shower though." Garrus' head cocked to the left, puzzled. "Softens the plates."

Garrus cringed. "On that note I'm leaving." He'd reached his quota of uncomfortable and embarrassing conversations for the day.

He turned to leave but stopped when she spoke up. "Just so you know, we'll be at the Citadel for a day or two. Might be a good time to enjoy yourself."

Garrus nodded and left. The Normandy didn't have much in the way of privacy, Sidda's quarters were the most private on the ship everyone else either crashed in a closet or hot bunked.

Isla arrived at the hotel suite that Garrus had instructed her to come to and looked around. It was enormous and had a nice view of the nebula. "Garrus?" she called and then wandered for a few feet.

Garrus appeared from around the corner with a bottle of something in his hand. "You came," he said and wished that he would actually think before he spoke. Lately he'd been really bad about that.

She gave him an odd look. "Of course I came." She dropped the bag she'd brought on the floor.

Her tone made him blush. "I uhhh…you want a drink?" he asked trying to get over his nerves. He faced down three merc bands trying to kill him and was more nervous now than he'd ever been in his life.

"Sure," she said and he poured her a drink as she looked out the window. "A welcome change from the Normandy," she commented. "Little more breathing room."

"My thoughts exactly," Garrus said appearing next to her with a glass of Vodka for her and Turian Brandy for himself.

"Garrus Vakarian, did you bring me here to play?" she teased and Garrus purred.

"I might have," he replied as she grinned.

"Good," she winked.

Helping Thane revealed some interesting things about the Drell, his life hadn't been easy, she knew, but what she'd witnessed was downright painful. Sidda'd returned to the Normandy briefly after receiving an urgent message from The Illusive Man. Whenever he called it was always half-truths and bullshit but she went anyway.

The door to Nov's apartment chimed and he answered it expecting Sidda…instead he got Thane. He bristled immediately. No matter what Sidda said he was a definite threat to him.

"Well, you're not Sidda," Nov said. "What can I do for you?"

Thane wasn't one to engage in the territorial behavior. He was dying and even if he wanted Sidda for the short time he had left he wouldn't dream of putting her through that. She loved Nov and he loved her back. "I was expecting Commander Shepard to be here."

"She had to duck back to the Normandy," he replied and let him in, trying to be hospitable. "What do you need?"

Nov's tone was unmistakable though he tried to mask it with politeness. "I wished to thank her for her help."

"You're spending a lot of time with her," Nov said in his passive aggressive tone.

Thane was patient and wasn't baited easily but he was still irritated just like everyone else. "She has told you and now I will tell you: you have nothing to worry about. She is a friend."

"Better stay that way. She's not yours, do you understand?" he warned.

Thane cocked his head slightly, this Turian was getting on his nerves but he didn't want to give him any more reason to distrust him. If he engaged in this he'd be proving otherwise. "I didn't realize she was property."

Nov angered and it was reflected in his face, Thane's words were true but he still wanted to snap at him. Or snap his neck and his problem was solved. "I'll tell her you stopped by," he said finally after weighing the pros and cons for everything he was thinking.

Thane gave him a nod and turned to walk away. "You might try trusting her instead of acting like a child," he advised and left Nov ready to kill someone. Thane was right…he hated it when others were right.

Thane got back to the Normandy and bumped into Sidda. After thanking her he did inform her of his encounter with Nov, and while Thane didn't blow the conversation out of proportion, Sidda got the gist of it and she didn't like it. Nov, like all other Turians, had a hard head.

"Hey," Nov greeted as he saw her come in. "Just in time. Food just arrived." He didn't notice her demeanor as she approached and probably really should have.

Sometimes you had to just hit a Turian to get the point across…and hit him she did. Turian weren't wired the same way Human men were; Turian's were possessive, territorial, and aggressive. Nov was apparently no different. She gave her all with a right hook to make sure Nov felt it.

"I told you to leave Thane alone," Sidda snapped. "I do not respond well to jealously."

Nov heard her barking in his ear loud and clear and worked his jaw. "Oww!" he said with a growl. "Damn, Victus really taught you how to hit."

His cavalier attitude angered her. "Actually, that was Cerrus. Do you want me to hit you again to make sure it sticks?"

He really didn't want her to. That was a very solid hit. "Alright. Alright. I get it," he conceded. "I'm sorry. I'll leave him be."

"I mean it, Cal," she gritted out.

"I got it."

Sidda cocked her head noticing that she actually drew blood with her hit. "You know, for a Turian, you bleed easy."

He looked down at her trying to hide his amusement. He'd been slugged by females before but not by ones he was head over heels in love with. It just made him want Sidda that much more. "You wanna hit me again, Baby?" he purred. "I like my females feisty."

"Don't piss me off, Casanova," she replied and he growled going straight for biting her neck.

"Or what?" he purred and they crashed over onto the couch breaking whatever was on the coffee table when Sidda's foot hit it. They began laughing as she pushed up off his chest. Nov really had nothing to worry about…there was only one man in the galaxy that could turn her from him and he didn't want her anymore.