Without music life would be a mistake – Friedrich Nietzsche

June 14th 2184CE 13:49

"We need more men." It was a simple statement of fact, regardless of how poorly the information was being received.

"Fucking hell Garrus. If we just infiltrate here and here..." The batarian roughly pointed to their blueprints of the casino.

"Absolutely not. What do you want Krul? To die mere inches from this asshole? Or do you want to survive long enough to give him the beat down he deserves?"

"Fine. Fine. But where the fuck are we gettin' these guys? I'm not waiting around forever."

"I have an idea. One I'll need your help with."

"I'm listening."

"What if we put out a recruitment ad? Something untraceable where fighters could send us their resumes detailing their combat experience and why they want to join up?"

"Shit. I shoulda thought of that. I've done it before."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Had to recruit guys right under The Hegemony's nose. How about a ghost site?"

"You'll need to elaborate."

A melodious trilling floated from behind Jane's door. Krul closed all four eyes and brought his hands before him in some strange hand waving-dance. It looked utterly ridiculous. "Focus Krul."

"Fucking turians. Don't understand good music when they hear it. She's about to get to my favorite part."

"What even is it?"

"It's a Batarian Adagio. Damn. What was its name again?"

"Krul we really need to focus…."

"Oh fine. Ya know the Blood Pack refers to you as an uptight asshole. Sometimes I understand why."

"Uh huh. I care so dearly about the Blood Pack's opinion of me. So, about this ghost site."

"It'll only be available in certain areas – whatever you choose. We can make it accessible at any time and remove it when we see fit. It's also completely untraceable. Basically, you pick the location you want the site to ping and that's where it'll ping if anyone tries to use it to hone in on our location."

"How far are we talking here?"

"Anywhere. Doesn't even have to be in Terminus Space."

"Let's have it ping Palaven Command on Menae."

"What the fuck for?"

"I enjoy the image of droves of vorcha and mindless thugs being slaughtered without a hope. Brings a tear to the eye really."

"Doubt even they are that stupid but you can dream. Alright. Now how do you want to word this? Want anything fancy? Should we make a banner or some shit?"

"Wait, you're ready for that? That fast?"

"Told ya. I've done this before." Kruls fingers were moving a mile a minute, typing up some code.

"What were you using this recruitment ghost site invention for?"

"Recruiting." The batarian deadpanned.

"Krul…."

"Haven't I earned your trust Garrus?" As if on cue, a belt of fast paced music drifted across the living area, filling the entire base with its delicate harmony. "Fuck. Is she playing Ekralya's Allegro?"

"If you're about to cream your pants Krul, I'd appreciate if you got the hell away from me."

"Oh hardy har."

"But I see your point. Yes. You've earned my trust. If you don't want to share, then that's your business."

"Glad to hear it. Now what do you want this site to say? We also need to pick some catchy domain name."


redacted url for FF Formatting Die For The Cause .org

The Archangel Squad

Tired of criminals, gangs, and the galaxy's scum beating on your loved ones?

Do the revolving door prisons put a damper in your step?

Send in your resume for a chance to join the notorious, the infamous, Archangel Squad.

We free slaves, protect civilians, and take a hard line on crime.

We do the dirty jobs the governments are unwilling to admit need to be done.

And we do it in style.

Seen the influx of liberated slaves in Citadel Space?
That was us.
Heard of the new protections enjoyed by Omega's most vulnerable?
That is us.

Saddled with relentless rules and regulations that allow the galaxy's scourge to escape and continue their brutal crimes?

Take a stand today.

*Minimum Requirements: Small arms training

Click HERE to apply.


"There." Once finished typing out his ad, Garrus passed the laptop back to Krul

"Now, where do we want this site to be accessible?"

"Let's try the Citadel."

"You really think people who can afford to live there are gonna want to come to this shit-hole?"

"Spoken like someone who hasn't worked in C-Sec. That place is insufferable."

"Alright. It's live. Now if you don't need me anymore, apparently we've taken in a master violinist. And I have a few requests." Krul clapped his hands together and quickly made his way to Jane's doorway where he silently plopped down. After a few moments, he grabbed a pen and paper, scribbled something, and passed it beneath the door.

The music paused for a moment. When it started up again, Garrus recognized the tune from earlier – a batarian adagio Krul had called it. And there he was waving his hands in the air to the rhythm of the music. The song was pretty. But Garrus failed to hear what was so enthralling about it. His tastes were a bit more turian. Hard metal, shrill notes – sounds one could beat a guy to death to. He shrugged, to each their own.


If you want to listen to the song Krul requested from Jane google A Secret Garden Violin Cover by Edward Chang

There were two songs referenced but the other was part of a compilation that I seem to have lost track of. I'm not used to linking the songs that inspire this fic. Now that we've found Jane, that'll probably change. I hope you guys like music because, well, if this story could transform into some wicked violin concert, it would.