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Boys and girls (if there is any fangirl over there rading this mess...): I´m baaaaack!

Okay: Bad joke... (really got to learn no to do that).

Here i would put a long, long story of how i fell from a two-story building and broke my two arms while helping a friend, how much it costed me starting to write again, how depressed i was, yada, yada, yada.

You´re not here to hear me rant about all of that!. What you´re here for is to read this new chapter (interim part 3), soooo...

Let´s go over with the usual claims:

Many thanks to: S-4-macross for the review!, Dude, I also like that main pair Lisa & Rick (even though Hunter is most of the times an utter fool that fails to know what a fine woman he has as life-partner). Lisa plays an important part in this crossover (as you may have found already), so you can expect more of them in the future!.

To: madbunny2811 (which i didn´t mention in the previous update), MassEffectFan1337, Cataquack Warrior, Reult, and s-4-macross for favoring this story and to JcwildSR2 and jlp511 for placing an alert over this one.

Oh!, and in case you wonder... the part of me falling from a two-story building is real!. I dare you to try and write a tale with your feet only...

Interim part 3:

Circumstances

Tayseri Ward, The Citadel...

Robert Dellyle, model worker and family man, wakes up in a hard bench in a cell at the Tayseri Ward precinct. His muscles ache, partly due to the day's hard work, partly because the cold, hard bench were he´s resting, it´s not made for comfort. He doesn´t forget the reason why he´s "visiting" the C-Sec locale. He turns to see, reluctantly, to his cell mate and can´t make anything but a look of surprise. His neighbor is so uncomfortable and bruised as he is, as a result of the fight in the bar by which both of them were arrested, but he smiles with a certain security that reminds him of himself.

William Jensen, head of maintenance of subdeck three on the SDF-3, can´t imagine how, of all the things that could happen while on "leave", he had to finish the day with a trip to the brig. He´s not a violent man (he actually tries and avoids conflicts as much as possible, something anathema in the military). However, when he runs his hand across the cardinals that adorn his body, it awakens a sense of great satisfaction. The man on the other side of the cell has hit him, and he in turn has beaten him out without asking truce or quarter.

There´s a sense of mutual respect growing reluctantly in both of them. He doesn´t get into fights everyday, much less ones that would require every bit of strenght out of him to win. Dialogue is not something that lingers in their heads at that very moment. However there are questions not yet asked that haunt their thoughts...

- For a soldier... you punch like a little girl - the voice of the worker rises, dripping irony.

- Says the guy I've shaken off a tooth? - replies the officer, letting him have a taste of his own medicine.

The burly man next to him nods, while his tongue explores the cave of his mouth. Having accounted for such condition and, convinced of the assertion of its opposite, he smiles:

- Touché... It was going to fall eventually anyway - says with some sarcasm.

- Have your displeassure subsided?, or are you trying to remind me why we're here again? - asks the soldier, with a slight bitterness in his voice.

- Can we skip that part?, It´s bad enough that we´re both locked down together, for you to throw it in my face yet again... - there´s some guilt in his voice, accompanied by an elusive look that does nothing to convince the military man.

- Look pal... You were the one coming into the bar trying to hit me, because of me being with the Expeditionary Force... - William is not willing to let it slide.

- Hey!, had you guys not screwed us with that EMP, none of this would be!... - the other counters, and both men rise from their seats abruptly.

The thumping on the crysteel reinforced glass makes the cellmates suddenly turn:

- Silence both of you!, or we´ll have to put you on muzzles! - a muffled voice comes from the outside. A grumpy Turian waves a containment stick, claiming for the lost peace. Both men look at him for a second and decide to ignore his rant, then turn to their respective places, each one going to sit in complete disgust.

- Hey... -

The soldier breaks the silence again, a couple of minutes later.

- I don´t want your apologies! - the face of the worker is one of genuine discomfort.

- Do you always act like an idiot?, just listen a moment! - asks the maintenance manager, pondering whether in fact he´s not acting like a fool hmself for trying to talk with a guy like that.

- And what do you have to say that might interest to me?. You are the strangers here. You came here to disrupt everything... you feel so morally superior... what the hell could you need from us? -

- Hey!, it was not our intention to change any of this. We shouldn´t even be here to begin with! -

Here he stops to see the other person staring at him. He sighs:

- The only thing we really want is to return home... -

- Hurting people is not going to get it -

- Hurting...? - William asks rhetorically, and then shuts his mouth. He needs no relevant confirmation. He knows the events of their arrival didn´t bring too much sympathy upon them:

- You know... this is not easy for us either. Many of our people are injured or recovering. Just now we have been able to repair our ship, but we have no intention of staying here forever. We're still at war and we´re needed at home -

- If you so little want to stay, why not make off at once? -

- You moron!, don´t you think if we were able to leave, we would have done already? -

- Hey, you two!, don´t you understand?, I said SILENCE! - the same officer tapped on the glass, this time with a more annoying countennance.

Both men raise an arm in a similar gesture, motioning a universal offense that doesn´t go unnoticed on the Turian. William continues:

- Hey... I don´t know about your personal misfortunes, nor how they relate to us or why we have to endure your insolence. But I assure you we are NOT in a bed of roses. And until we find a way to return home, we're stuck in the same pot -

- That's no consolation - grumbles the worker and thinks back to his family.

His mind goes through the scenes of that very day, by the morning:

He gets up early as usual, to take a rather meager breakfast. Tries to make as little noise as possible. Doesn´t want to wake his wife and daughter up, but a glance at the clock does change his mind. While they yawn and stretch, waking from their slumber, he prepares a cup of strong black coffee for himself. The scent awakens his senses, and gives him the conviction to cross the threshold of his apartment again.

He can´t say what the future holds in store for them. None can. And in circumstances like those of the last week, even less. His concern struggles with him and makes him lose sleep. He checks out the electronical form he needs to ask for a second work-shift. Hopefully the pay will be enough to cover the expenses they have recently acquired.

He´ll do anything for his family. He abandoned his life in that poor neighborhood in Cairo, to withstand the harshness of the colonies with his wife. The trip to Mindoir didn´t come out well (the terror of batarians raiding the planet and kidnapping the colonists as slaves, is something he isn´t too eager to remember). Going back to Earth to live a life of misery and crime is not an option.

Plucking up courage, they pay a one-way trip to The Citadel and install themselves on the giant space station. He knows he made the right choice, even as he finds out that the "political center" of the galaxy is not all the glamour and sophistication holovids present all the time. Many of the nearly two-and-half million inhabitants live, if not in utter poverty, at least in precarious conditions. But he can say something for sure: He will not have his wife (and later his daughter) have a bad time for lacking something to fill their stomachs with.

Just over a week ago, by the time "they" appear on the sky of the space station, among prompting stares and exclamations of wonder, his family stands in one of the many pedestrian walkways and green areas of the station. When the ship completes its arrival, his wife turns to him with "that look" on her face. One he has seen countless times before, in the dark moments of their life together. He feels the hands of the small (rather young) Susana surround his thick waist and hold it tight. Eliza leans by him, her body trembling with unspoken fear. He himself doesn´t know what to say, barely keeping his calm at a surprising event that, like many other beings there, can´t understand or explain. He extends his arms around his women in a protective gesture that none of them refuse in the slightest.

No one says anything. It´s not necessary. As long as they´re together, it won´t matter the future looks unclear. They will manage.

And then comes the pulse... he doesn´t want to remember.

William watches his cellmate, while reflecting in silence. Like the guy across him, his mind also revels in the circumstances of several hours ago. When his workshift ends, he daydreams of using his leave permit to sleep, the way he hasn´t done in several months, agitated because of the workload on the huge ship. His mind however, tells him not to. He´s intrigued by the sights and the amazing world that awaits him when he gets his permit to visit the Citadel.

He´s no stranger to space stations. He was born in the medical facilities of Space Station Liberty, months before the beggining of the Second Robotech War. He was part of the civilians dragged along, when that monster of over seventy-seven miles long, jumped out of Earth´s orbit to join the Expeditionary Force in deep space. He still remembers his childhood, difficult and hazardous, whith his family wandering the corridors, designed for the cyclopean Zentraedi, seeking ways to make a living. Although the cylindrical torus out there is not as impressive as his old home, it certainly has more comfort and pleasure than any of the facilities he has visited before.

A look in the mirror convinces him that he doesn´t need any vacation. But a soft poke to his side, where the tight provisional bandage is, makes him think better. It has been three weeks since he came back to service, after a rehabilitation of five of them. It´s the fault of the Battle of Optera, where they ended the treacherous Edwards´life. In the ensuing incident with the Neutron-S missiles, he had been hurt again and that put him back on the list of licenses. Meanwhile, workload has kept him busy, every shift in three. It´s not easy to be head of maintenance of a Robotech ship, much less the SDF-3, but he´s always loved his work and doesn´t regret staying cloistered in a Dimensional Fortress for most of a year. When one of his subordinates asks why he prefers to be a junior in the flagship of the fleet, to be head chief of maintenance of any other ship, he says he likes to be near Admiral Hunter: "He´s where the action is!".

The voice of his partner gets him back to reality:

- How is the place where you come from? - Asks the worker abruptly.

- Excuse me? -

- How is your world, your reality?. You know: How do you live?, What do you do?, how do you have fun?, that stuff... The news have already spread the story of your people over and over again, but we´ve learned not to rely too much on them -

The soldier smiles sarcastically:

- We´re no different. Back at home, the news are mostly war propaganda. A necessary evil, but an evil by the end of the day. About Earth though, i don´t know. I was born in space, in a large structure such as this one, but way bigger. Although I suppose it's similar to the images I've seen of your Earth, over the Extranet... -

- Yeah,. the Extranet is good for that... How comes the military handle the news?. If the Alliance would turn censorship of news, the government would hit the roof! -

- When a large part of your population is part of the army, not many disagree on how things are handled. There are civilians in Tirol, a planet of our allies, who have left the military, but most of the members of the Force continue to serve. Ours is a reality of war, as I have said. One in which we must strive to regain what is ours -

- At home we would make mass demonstrations!, wouldn´t allow the military to handle it all!, God knows the Alliance already has considerable antagonism just as it is!... -

- At home, the people of Earth has no voice or vote. As far as we know, they´re dominated by aliens. And what little information we have, says that they survive but not thrive. The Invid are responsible for that... -

- The Invid? -

- The enemy. They are like intelligent slugs. They have good weapons, but the main problem is that they always attack en masse. I've never seen that many bastards!. But the Third Reclamation Force will succeed!, (and I think so, because I've never seen a so damn big and armed fleet!). When we return, we'll find the Earth free again... - then he stops and sighs - ...IF we come back - notes.

He has to admit it. Both the Admiral and the Ambassador have always been very honest with the crew. That's not to the liking of the oldest officials, but the soldiers adore them because of it. When they both come to inform them that they might remain in this new universe for "some time", their faces are conflicted and it notices. Their expressions are closer to "we don´t know if we can return home," than what their words show...

Doesn´t want to think about that... not today at least.

The worker observes the doubtful countenance of his companion. A pang of remorse suddenly assaults him. It's a strange feeling, caused by people whom he regards as arrogant wretches. Try to calm his guilt by talking more:

- It's hard... thinking of someone who can mess with you, with all that technology. Your machines make the ones from The Council look as innocent toys. Not to mention your science... -

William smiles sarcastically:

- You wouldn´t want to know the Zentraedi, believe me!. When we fought them, their technology was better than ours and we had only one ship capable of dealing with them -

- Aren´t they your allies?... I mean, Commander Sterling has appeared in interviews and... -

- She is one of them, sure. But before being our allies, they were our enemies. And you would be horrified to know what they were capable of doing -

- And how did you win then? -

- Due to a fortunate circumstance, and a girl with golden voice... -

- Linn Minmei? -

- Yes!, have you heard about her? -

The robust worker pales. He remembers an event three days ago. His daughter comes home excited after school. With nervous anticipation she makes him hear some recordings that are very much in vogue among young people, songs of a saccarine-sweetened "artist", for his very particular taste, like many of the popular products of the galaxy... one Linn Minmei. What was peculiar about the little woman, as explained by his hectic girl, is that some time ago she became kind of a symbol, when one of her songs helped the "foreigners" win a massive battle against genocidal aliens prepared to destroy them.

If someone had told him that a troop of grumpy gigantic men, with weapons better than those of the REF, would be defeated by the ridiculously "young- and-dreaming" songs of a sixteen-year-old girl, he would´ve taken him for an idiot. It was Robert's turn to smile bitterly: "If things had been that easier in Shanxi...". He laughs scorningly, making his interlocutor raise an eyebrow in confusion, and swears to himself that he misses a little of the cynicism of his life before the arrival.

- Do you think I'm lying? -

- No!... although it sounds quite far-fetched. But what the heck!, might actually be in another dimension! -

- Yeah... sounds pretty ridiculous when you say it that way. But I swear it's true. Linn Minmei is our muse -

- Alright, alright. But don´t make me listen to her. It´s OK for my daughter's ears, not mine... -

They both laugh cheerfully, and the precinct officials stare at them amazed, not even guessing the kind of nonsense that both humans are saying. When the laughter ends, Robert sits and watches his partner. Acknowledges to himself that he has been making the same mistake of his childhood: Judging lightly, without knowing the circumstances of each individual. Something he thought he didn´t do anymore.

Conceals his sudden shame, by asking something else:

- So... what do you believe in? -

- Are you asking if we believe in "God" or some particular god?. The answer is... yes and no -

- Yes and no?, what kind of answer is that? -

- Not an easy one to explain, I´m afraid... as a body, the Expeditionary Force is rather agnostic. It is something mandatory for dealing with other intelligences. The risk of embarking on a war over religious differences is great out there, and the fact of taking a position of respect, even if we don´t share the belief, allows us to be neutral. The recruitment process ensures only the ones willing to put aside their faith are to serve -

- That is quite arbitrary. Suppose I want to serve in the force, but don´t want to kill anyone because my faith prevents me... Wouldn´t they let me sign up because of that? -

- Then you would be channeled to any of the aid organizations or civil service that the REF has created in recent years. Membership in the army is honorary, but no less valid because of that -

- So there is no conscientious objection for you? -

- No. Only those who are willing to make the sacrifice, are those who have access to training and formal military resources... -

The officer observed the face of his companion. He had seen that face before and decides to defuse the situation before it escalates into something intractable:

- Before you protest... let me tell you something. When the war with the Zentraedi, a large portion of the population died and many of the religions went along. Some of them survive nowadays, but both the originals and those that came after, have little impact on the population, less than before. For us, atheism or agnosticism more specifically, are common ideas. In addition, military service is not mandatory but voluntary, therefore there is no room for conscientious objection -

- Only those who are willing to make the sacrifice are accepted... -

- Yes. Besides... it´s not like we have many religions out there. Your society have more than we do, because of your "less eventful" history. We don´t engage with cults, in part by our own experience. We have found civilizations on other worlds, with its resulting share of religiosity, but to date, those who leave the force, following the call of a foreign faith are relatively few -

Robert seems to ponder the answer from his partner. Tries to imagine how life would have been if he had joined the military since childhood. But he rejected that path early. Life on the gangs took that away from him, and when he had the chance, he wouldn´t take it. So far no regrets.

- It´s enough about me. What about you and your family? -

Robert closes his eyes, and keeps at bay the sincere grief that overwhelms him. His mind recalls the moments after the EM pulse. When the discharge hit the station, his daughter Susana was standing near them. The girl had turned on her omnitool to capture video of the giant ship. The device that Robert had bought her, was of high quality, "rugged", but not very popular among young people, as he discussed with the salarian that had sold it to him. When he handed it to her daughter, the face of disappointment in her was most revealing. She made a tantrum that lasted for three days, but finally she did use it and became used to the multi-purpose tool very effectively.

It was that strength of the components which prevented her from suffering a stronger electric feedback. Where many were disabled for life or dead, she escaped with only a faint. The doctors later revealed she gained an affection in her central nervous system because of it, in the form of spasmodic tremors, which they dealt with through chemicals and rest.

Long rest and expensive chemicals. She isn´t dead and he thanks for her good luck, but it has put them in a financially difficult position. The doctors have stated that her daughter's condition is reversible, but it could degenerate at long term if she doesn´t get a surgery. However, a surgical procedure in the class she needs, costs much more than he can earn in a year's work. In addition, medicines that are keeping her stable are expensive.

Quite expensive...

That is what makes him decide to sign up for a second shift at the loading bay. A second employment he´s denied because the company is already sub-contracting someone else to cover shifts until new operators are ready. Reviews the situation in his head while thinking that, if he can´t get the credits needed to solve that problem, he will have to sell himself into slavery, steal or worse things...

William sees the desperation pass through the other's face. He´s going to say something, but notes the gesture of his partner and thinks it twice. He watches him search the inside pocket of his clothes and produces a kind of electronic chip. Presses a button and it projects an image treated like an old photograph. There are two women with his cellmate in the background, standing between them, with a gesture of tremendous pride:

- My wife Eliza, and my daughter Susana... - Points to each one - ...both are on your ship now. My little one was affected by the pulse... - his voice is filled with a strange mixture of pride and sadness - ...and the doctors detected a nervous system illness on her. It can be cured, but treatment is extremely expensive. When we heard the ambassador say that they would provide medical assistance to those affected, we signed up immediately to the program... - he stops and breathes deeply.

- I see.. -the military says, while looking more closely. Eliza is brunnette, tall and in good shape, without any doubt of European ancestry. Susana´s eyes are the same as her mother´s: Large, a very deep blue color, bright and expressive. Facial structure is, however, the father´s: An oval face in which the features are harmoniously distributed, a dark-brown hair straight to the shoulder and a smile for which, in a few years, guys will do anything without hesitation.

The head of maintenance feels a strange pride. A quote from her own mother comes to mind: "It's the call of the blood". But that couldn´t be. That's not HIS family. Suddenly he feels guilty about what has happened to them. Falls into account about the psychic effect these people have undergone.

Remembers the moment his shuttle landed. He was surprised to find a large group of people with downcast faces, waiting for the transport and freight vehicles with materials for the ship. He was aware that the ambassador had offered to help the affected citizens, but with that number of patients, no wonder there were two and three shifts of doctors working at full pace. The guard rounds on the ship had doubled since they started the trip calendar. He remembers seeing the face of Admiral Hunter, troubled when his wife ordered to accommodate the program. The logistics of coordinating an effort of such magnitude made his head spin.

It is now him who doesn´t know what to say. Life puts oneself in the most unlikely of courses, and if before, the speaker had embarrassed the other because of his barbaric behavior, it now appears as if he was the villain of the story. Distracted as he is, doesn´t notice that the gate that marks the crysteel cell has opened. The Turian who has been harassing them beckons:

- Hey you!... Someone came to rescue you, space-boy. We won´t report this to the Expeditionary Force, God knows it wasn´t your fault. Just next time try not to get yourself into trouble, okay?... -

William gets up and doesn´t respond to the police officer. His gaze is fixed on Robert, who beckons him with minimal resentment:

- Time for you to go... I´m going to stay here a little longer. As I told you, my wife and daughter are on the ship and won´t return until tomorrow afternoon, so I´m in no hurry to get home -

- Nice to meet you, Robert Dellyle -

- Pleasure is mine, William Jensen. If you get to know about any job vacancy on the Force, please let me know, will you? -

- All right -

They shake hands and he leaves. Upon reaching the main hall of the precinct he´s returned his property. There he finds Adeli and Dareku, an Asari and Elcor whom he´s met in one of the many casinos in the Lower Wards, that kindly offered themselves as tour guides (no doubt motivated for getting to know more about him). Dareku has paid the bail and waits patiently while Adeli makes a look of discomfort to the Turian behind the desk.

- Anxious questions: Are you okay William?, how have they treated you? - asks the massive alien in that monotonous speech so typical of his race.

- I'm fine Dareku. Thanks. I'll pay you back once we find a terminal - the human says, getting his things back in his pockets.

- Carefree claim: Don´t mention it!. Mischievous suggestion: Better pay the next beers! -

- Dareku, stop abusing the poor boy!. I'm glad you're okay William, are you hurt? -

- Only my pride Adeli, only my pride. But i´ll see those "quacks" of doctors when I return to the ship, just to be sure -

- All right. Although I think you shouldn´t wait that long -

- Intrigued comment: I'll never understand these human expressions. Hesitant questions: What do you mean by "quacks"?. Also, how can you be hurt in "your pride"? -

- Don´t worry about it Dareku. I'll explain later - tells the officer, smiling.

William and his party go out of the building. When they see the pink light reflex of the nebula through the roof of the station, the Maintenance Chief pauses for a moment. he looks at the SDF-3 suspended in the void and it reminds him of his imprisioned fellow:

"If you get to know about any job vacancy on the Force, please let me know, will you?"

He turns around and heads back to the Tayseri Precinct, dodging the crowd. Their fellow aliens run behind him puzzled:

- What is happening?, did you forget anything William?... William? - Adeli's voice is one of concern.

- Wait for me a few minutes out here, please - he stops at the door of the C-Sec station. The officers standing at the door ignore him.

- Confused: Where are you... going? -Dareku has reached them, puffing at the effort to move his cumbersome body at fast pace.

- You´ll see! - the human answers them and enters the building.

About ten minutes later, William returns to their side with his ex-cellmate, to the astonishment of the aliens. Adeli looks incredulous at the man that accompanies her friend. The physical resemblance between them is amazing. Dareku fails to understand it:

- Expectant: What does this mean William? -

- Let me introduce Robert Dellyle, worker of the Tayseri Ward - makes a slightly theatrical gesture and Robert lowers his head in approval.

- Exalted: This is the man who got into a fight with you!, what's he doing here?, how come they let him out? - the Elcor move its huge body forward, but the other is undeterred.

- Dareku!... why don´t you let William explain? - Adeli intervenes, holding his fellow alien.

The alien falls silent almost immediately, pouting. The other man´s face echoes the gesture. Adeli crosses her arms and throws expectant glances at William, who takes that as his cue:

- While jailed, we had a long talk. Despite what you may consider as a "less than exemplary behavior"... - here the soldier stops and throws a little sardonic laugh the other man wishes to ignore - ...Robert here is human just like me. That's why I decided to become responsible for paying his bail. I don´t hold any grudges against him -

- Incredulous expression: Don´t you keep any grudges?, can´t you remember that he was the one who started the fight why we had to get you out of there? - the Elcor says, pointing to the building before them.

- There is no need to remind me of that, pal - Robert says, evoking a look of surprise. The aliens are still confused about the uncanny resemblance between the two people.

- Listen Dareku... I have thought sometimes, about how would it have been if I hadn´t come to serve in the Force. Of all the people I've met both on my home and this new world, Robert´s life is the most similar to what I have wanted for me... (not that i don´t work my ass the whole day, but i ´m a little envious of him having a nice family). Hey, don´t stare at me like that!. The resemblance between the two has nothing to do with it! -

- That is an assertion difficult to sustain when one sees you side by side... - Adeli argues scathingly.

- Tell ME about it!... I never thought people would say I look like a soldier... - Robert remarks with an irony that doesn´t go unnoticed to his companion.

- Ha ha, very funny... the fact is that Robert is what humans call a "kindred spirit"... I don´t know how common is that between your species, or even if you have any similar concept. But among us humans, diversity is so much the norm, that it´s rare to find people that share more than physical similarity -

- And that's what made you plead for him with C-Sec? -

- Yes, I know we have hurt them in some ways, disturbing their world and the things they know. Some people would have no qualms about it, but we on the REF aren´t like most other people -

- Hey!, I appreciate you´ve gotten me out of that rat hole... - points contemptuously to the offices of the building across them - ...but I hope you didn´t bail me so I could hear your speeches of moral righteousness the whole day... -

- Annoyed: You are an ungrateful man!. You should thank your good fortune, you know?... - the Elcor is furious, but their partners knows that such behavior is the norm for him.

- Dareku! - the Asari scolds, to which he bows his head in submission.

- The Elcor's right. I'm pretty ungrateful, I don´t forget it. But i´m not hoping William goes out singing about the moral superiority of the Expeditionary Force everywhere. That's part of what bothers me about you people... -

Robert says and turns away, offended. Residents and tourists pass by his side regardless of that little drama.

- Definitely not my intention, believe me. Sometimes I forget I can be a little annoying. What I´m definitely going to do is learn more about you and your family... if you allow me. It's my first visit here and I could use someone to chat from time to time. Besides, one rarely finds someone so physically similar. I don´t know how long we will remain in this dimension, but I sure want to do this -

He extends an open hand to the other man, in a move that leaves the others shocked.

Robert ponders for a moment. If someone had told him earlier that, before the end of the day, he would have a chance to "make friends" with a soldier of the REF, he would have insulted him mercilessly. Now the opportunity arises and, as things are shaping up, he would be an idiot if he refused what fate is offering:

- Alright... - The worker shakes his hand tightly - ...Just so they won´t go saying all over that we humans are a "resentful" bunch -

- "One more friend is one less enemy" - Adeli says with a smile. The Elcor by his side says nothing, but the grin on his face softens.

As they walk away from the precinct, heading to a bar to finish the day in a better, fanciful way, the Turian officer at C-Sec, standing at the front door of the precinct, doesn´t take his eyes off from them, as the crowd hides their walk. He guesses that nothing that can be written in the activity report of that very night, will convey the sense of wonder and strangeness that overwhelms him.

The chance of having two men of identical features to the point of absurdity, locked in the same cell, is not a given every day...

Now here it is... this is for angelus288, since he asked for this scene long time ago!. Buddy: Almost for months later, but her it is.

I´ve taken the liberty of ending the interims here. There were supossed to be some events on this chapter, that would trigger "unforeseen events", but those are important enough that they deserve a proper chapter.

I apologize for the delay and next time it won´t take that long to update!.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New year for all of you!, see ya!