Chapter 22: Talks and Reflections
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The first thing Saren heard when he came to was the telltale signs of a medical monitor. His head was groggy. For some reason, he felt off about something. He sat up, groaning as his muscles arched.
He felt a hand over his chest and heard a familiar voice. "Easy there, Saren. You've been out for a while." Saren looked over to the source of the voice, taking a moment to recognize the face of his friend Hidaki.
"Where am I?" Saren asked, feeling his voice rasp.
"A Hospital in an allied controlled city." Hidaki answered. "Here, you need to keep your strength up." He said, handing over a plate of food."
Saren took a bit from it, surprised at how flavorful it was, considering it was hospital food. Something about it tasted strange about it, but Saren couldn't figure out why. He shrugged and attributed it to him having woken up from who knows how long. "How did I get?" His question was cut off when the memories flooded back in.
The raid against the Dragon's nest. Their encounter with the Dragon General and the chase that came after. It all came back to him all at once. Then he remembered his short-lived fight against the monster and the loss of his arm. Saren looks over at his shoulder, expecting to see a stump. But, instead, he saw a mechanical arm in its place.
Saren looked over at Hidaki with his mouth gaping open. The ghoul terran gave him a nervous smile. "The doctors were able to provide you with a cybernetic replacement. They say you should have a full range of movement with it and that in time it should feel no different than your original.
Saren doubted that last part. He grasped his hand shut several times and moved his arm around, testing his new limp. "How long have I been out? And how did we get out?"
More memories were coming in, but they were hazy. In one image, he remembered sending the Dragon General flying with the strongest Biotic blast he could muster. He looked over to his other hand seeing it was wrapped in bandages. Then he looks back to Hidaki. "Blast burns from that pulse you used to send the Dragon General flying. You used so much energy that you ended up frying the nerves in your hand, the doctors were able to treat it. But it will be a while before you can use it again." Saren nodded his understanding. "As for how long you've been out and how we got away." Hidaki looked nervous for some reason. "To answer the first part, you've been out for a little over a week. For the second part, Walkins was able to find a way into the city's sewer system."
"I see," Saren said. He got images of him being carried through what appeared to be tunnels. "Where is he now? I would like to think him."
Hidaki frowned. "That will be difficult." He said slowly.
Saren felt his mandibles twitch questioningly. "Why is that? Is he in medical care?"
Hidaki remained silent for a moment. "Walkins and a few others stayed behind to buy the rest of the unit enough time to get away. They are all considered KIA, now." Saren didn't know how to respond to that, so he let Hidaki finish his story. "After that, we continued our way through the sewers. We did lose a couple more people to small hunting groups, but we got back to the surface and hooked up with another squad within the city. They escorted us back to the closest safe zone. From there, you were taken to the nearest city and brought to this hospital for medical treatment. The remainder of the squad is here as well. We've all been given leave to recuperate from our mission."
Saren nodded. At least some of them managed to get out. "I see." He said, feeling tired. He felt like he was going to sleep again at any moment. He willed himself to stay up. "How long will I be here?"
Hidaki gave him another strange look, was something wrong? "I'm not sure." He said. "I imagine the doctors are going to keep you here for a few days for observation. In case of complications." The terran stopped for a moment, seemingly at a loss for words.
Something was bothering his friend, and Saren was going to find out. "Hidaki, is something the matter?" He asked. A strange image formed in his mind. They were still in the sewers. He saw Hidaki hanging over him.
"Saren, there's something you should know." He heard Hidaki say, an edge in his voice. "While we were still in the sewers, we were attacked by a small group of Dragon Orphans. At the time we were checking you over to check over your wounds, we had to remove your helmet to make sure you were breathing at the time." He saw Hidaki turn around, pulling out a weapon. He shouted something and fired. "One of them managed to get past the others and charged at us. I killed it." He saw Hidaki sent flying back by some unknown force and the air suddenly tasting strange.
"No. No. No" Dread gripped Saren as his mind made the connections, and he realized why he had been feeling strange since he woke up. "It can't be. It's not true. I can't be"
He heard Hidaki's voice become uneven. "Saren, I'm sorry. If I'd known."
Saren found a mirror nearby and grabbed it. Looking into its image, he was not met with blue eyes but pitch-black ones with a red iris.
Beep!Beep!Beep!Beep!Beep!
April 4th 12:00, Citadel, Federation Diplomatic Enclave:
"Ambassador Goyle, the Asari representatives have arrived. Shall I send them in?"
"Send them in, Davis." Goyle said to her secretary.
"Right away, ma'am." Her secretary said then the line went dead.
Goyle took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Today was going to be a big day for her. Two weeks ago, construction on the Federation's diplomatic enclave on the Citadel had finished, and yesterday, the ceremony for its grand opening had been held. The event had seen a massive crowd attending, alongside several different news agencies, Terran and Citadel alike, and numerous representatives from the different races.
That day had been mostly spent playing host to the visiting representatives. Today though, they would get to work. A moment later, three Asari walked in with the grace and dignity she had come to expect from their species. "Greetings Ambassador Goyle." The leading Asari said, bowing, her aids doing the same. "I am Ambassador Visina T'esre." She rose and gestured to the two Asari standing behind her. "These are my aids." She looked to Goyle giving her a smile. "As you may well know, I am the Ambassador assigned to the Citadel to represent my people's interest in galactic affairs."
Goyle returned the smile and held her hand out. The Asari Ambassador took her hand and shook it. "Of course. It is a pleasure to meet you. Like you, I have been assigned to the Citadel to represent the interest of the Federation on a galactic scale." She then gestures to the man sitting close by. "This is my aid." The man gave a small node at the Asari. "I hope you find the accommodations here to your liking. Please have a seat."
The Asari ambassador gave Goyle a thankful nod as she and her aides sat down. "Thank you, ambassador. You've been a gracious host so far."
Goyle sat down behind her desk, smiling at the Asari delegation. "We aim to please."
"As for the accommodations." The ambassador said, looking over the room. "I find them to be most comfortable. It's unlike the Turians, who seem to favor function entirely over form."
"I imagine they would say the same about you. Only from the opposite perspective." Goyle remarked. "Would you like some refreshments before we get started here?"
"I imagine they do, and yes. Perhaps one of your herbal teas?" Again, the ambassador's eyes wandered over the room. "I noticed that your Diplomatic Enclave has displayed several works of art. Do your people value artistic values?" Her eyes settled on a landscape painting.
Goyle's smile grew, pleased that the Asari had taken notice. "We value a great number of things, ambassador T'esre." She commed her secretary. "Davis, would you have a pot of Green Tea sent up here?"
"Right away, ma'am."
She deactivated the com. "Family, peace, martial prowess, philosophy, and many other things. We believed that art was the best way to reflect that. You will notice that we've displayed several different pieces of art. Ranging from paintings to digitally created images, hand-made sculptures to 3d prints. All-encompassing a wide variety of subjects and ideas." Goyle turned her head to face the landscape painting that the Asari Ambassador was gazing at. "The painting you're looking at right now is a landscape painting of one of Earth's largest Canyons."
The ambassador appeared to be impressed. "It is a striking image." She commented, looking at Goyle. "I can only imagine what it is like to see it in person."
Goyle smiled at the ambassador. "I hear the sunsets there are gorgeous."
A young man came in holding a tray of tea. He placed it down on a nearby table. "Will there be anything else, ma'am?" He asked.
Goyle shook her head and dismissed him. She stood up and walked over to the table, and started to pour a drink. "Of course, we can't display every piece of art that my people have to offer. So, the pieces will be rotated in and out regularly." She handed the cup to the ambassador, who took it with a thankful nod. Goyle poured herself a drink and returned to her desk. "If there is anything you like, I can see about getting you a copy.
The asari ambassador smiled at her. "I would appreciate that."
Goyle took a sip from her tea, enjoying the taste as it went past her lips. She placed the cup down. "Now then. I believe that is enough of the pleasantries. How about we get to work, otherwise we'll be here all day. As a fellow ambassador, you can understand that my schedule is busy for the day."
The asari ambassador nodded her understanding. "Of course, Ambassador Goyle. I'll try not to take up any more of your time."
"Then let us get started. Richard," Goyle addressed the enclave's synth. A blue sphere appeared on her desk, she noticed the ambassador's aids shifting uncomfortably. "Begin recording this meeting. Entitle Asari Session One."
"Yes, Ambassador Goyle." The synth said. "Recording as begun."
Goyle turned her attention back to Ambassador T'esre. "Now then, Ambassador T'esre, what is it that your people would like for me to bring to the Federation's attention?"
"Nothing too much." The ambassador said, gesturing for one of her aids. The young asari handed her a datapad. "We have already compiled a rudimentary list of what we would like to accomplish." She handed the pad over to Goyle.
Goyle took it and activated the device. She scanned through the list of items, making mental notes as she went down the list. Most of it was pretty simple stuff that would be easy to convince the Council to go along with. There were a few items that would make for a hard sell, but Goyle was confident in her ability to strike a compromise. "This is a well-thought-out list." Goyle said after reading through the list several times and putting the pad down."
"Indeed, it is. As you noticed, it is mostly along the lines of economic, technological, and cultural trade. There is little in the way of military matters, as that was taken care of with the negotiations with the Citadel."
"Yes, I could see that much." Goyle said. "I noticed that put particular empathize on a cultural exchange between the Asari Republics and the United Terran Federation. Could you elaborate?"
The Asari Ambassador smiled and went into detail.
April 4th 15:00, Citadel, Federation Diplomatic Enclave:
"I believe that the Federation Senate will be willing to go with this proposal." Goyle said, placing a datapad down.
"Joyfully, that is good to hear." The Elcor Ambassador said.
Goyle nodded at the Elcor. "Now then, we have our own proposal." She signaled to her aid. He nodded and handed her a datapad. "Here you go."
The Elcor ambassador took the pad and began to read it over. When he was done, he looked up at the Goyle. "Intrigued, this proposal seems reasonable. I will forward it to my government when we are done here."
"As will I." Goyle responded.
"But I must ask, why would you trade for heavy metals?" The Elcor ambassador asked. "As I understand it, the building materials you use are organic."
That was a common misconception going around about the Federation. That all their technology was organic in nature and that they had no real need for metals and alloys. That misconception could easily be dispelled if some people bothered to read the codex that her people provided to the Citadel. "Partially organic, ambassador. We still need metals and alloys in construction."
The elcor gave a slight tilt of his head. An attempt at emulating human nodding? "I see. Humbly, my apologies. I should have read the codex your people provided more closely."
"No, need to apologize, ambassador. It is a common misconception that has been going around." Goyle said. "And I will admit my people could have been a bit clearer in the codex. While we don't need use as much as the other races, we still rely heavily on the use of heavy metals in the construction of our ships, stations, and other structures."
"Genuine curiosity. Are your people struggling to find heavy metals?" The elcore ambassador asked.
Goyle shook her head. "No, according to our analysts, we have enough to fuel construction for centuries to come. The trouble is being able to get to it. Because of this war, we're having to step up the production of war materials. Weapons, armor, vehicles, and ships. In addition to the ships being constructed to reinforce our fleets on the frontlines and replace losses, the president as commission the creation of two new fleets within a twenty-year time span." Not to mention the massive growth the civilian sector would experience in the decades and centuries to come. Rumors were going around that the Citadel Council was going to reward the Federation for its contribution to the war, with a large swath of space. A region called the Attican Traverse, a gesture that could potentially double the size of the Federation. If that did happen, then they would need those two additional fleets to protect it. Possibly more, if Goyle remembered correctly, that region also bordered the Terminus. That would be a problem they would have to deal with when and if it came. "While we are capable of doing this ourselves. We believe it will put a heavy strain on production."
"Thoughtfully, I see." The elcor ambassador said. "You are hoping to alleviate this strain by trading for heavy metals with the other races."
Goyle smiled at the ambassador, glade he was putting the pieces together. "Indeed, once we learned that your people are the premier provider for heavy metals, we decided that a trade deal would be favorable."
"Proudly, our people have much experience in mining heavy metals." The elcor said. "We have provided our customers with quality metals for almost two millennia."
"Speaking of." Goyle said. "As you may have noted in our proposal, we will be needing that experience."
"Yes, I did notice that." The elcor looks back down at the datapad. "In your proposal, you asked that several teams of experts move to the Federation and teach you people on what they know about mining. Even encourage some of our mining corporations to set up branches in Federation space. Am I correct?"
Goyle nodded. "Yes. We would also like to send some of our people over to your space to observe some of your mining operations. If that is okay with you. We, of course, will provide compensation as outlined in our proposal." She was certain that the elcor would accept. The Federation was willing to trade large quantities of eezo, a valuable element that the elcor lacked. They would become their second-largest provider, trailing behind the Asari.
The elcor ambassador seemed to thank about for a moment. "Yes, I believe that will be acceptable. The Courts of Dekuuna will more than likely accept this proposal."
Goyle nodded, happy that the meeting was going well. "As will my people. Is there anything else that your people would like?"
"No, that will be all for the day." The Elcor ambassador said. "With great anticipation, I look forward to our next meeting."
"As do I, Ambassador."
April 5th 16:35, Brytus:
Saren didn't know what to feel. If he should feel angry, if he should feel happy? Sad? Anything? At the moment, he just felt numb. He was alive, but he wondered if that was a good thing. How could he call this living? Maybe he was just dreaming, and he had yet to wake up and find out that he hadn't been turned into a. Turned into a. Into a.
His thoughts trailed off as his mind struggled to comprehend his current reality. "Demon." He muttered softly, gazing into a mirror. No matter how long he stares or how many times he would look away and turn back, he was always met with black and red eyes.
"Would you stop moving already?" The doctor said, a terran male.
Saren didn't respond to the man's complaint. He did stop moving his head around, letting him flash a small light into his eyes.
"Hmm. Everything seems to check out." The doctor put the light away, reached for a scanning device. "How are you handling the cravings?" He asked, configuring the device.
"Well enough," Saren said simply. He looked over at the empty tray next to his bed. He briefly wondered if the meat he had eaten was synthetic like the terrans claimed it was or if it came from a deceased turian.
The doctor waited for him to elaborate. When he didn't, the doctor continued with his scans. "I suppose that is a good thing. From what I hear, those cravings tend to be quite powerful in the first few days after a person has been turned."
Saren remained quiet. Why was this doctor acting so calm and friendly? Didn't he know he was hanging around a monster that could tear him to pieces? Saren looks over at the other doctor in the room. A turian, like him. Or so Saren would like to believe, he knew he was nothing like that man, not anymore. The turian doctor was keeping his distance from Saren. While he tried to hide it, Saren knew that the man was afraid of him. He should be, every time Saren looked at the man, or any other turian, for a moment, his mouth would water, and he would not see a person but his next meal.
The question came out before he knew his mouth was moving. "Why aren't you afraid of me?"
"What?" The terran doctor asked, taking his eyes from his scanner.
Saren felt his mandibles twitch in embarrassment. "Nothing." He said.
The doctor gave him a questioning look. "No, you asked me something. What was it?" He pressed.
Saren briefly debates the idea of remaining silent and wait for the terran to continue with his scans. He decided since he already asked the question, he may as well get an answer. "Why aren't you afraid of me?"
The terran doctor raised an eyebrow. "Why should I be afraid of you?" The doctor asked. "You're my patient."
Saren felt his talons curl up. "I'm not a patient. I'm a monster. A demon"
"A monster?" The terran doctor asked carefully.
"Yes," Saren said, his voice was rising. "I could kill you at any moment. Tear you limb from limb and rip your throat out." He pointed at the turian doctor; the man stiffened. "He gets it. He knows I'm a monster. He understands at any moment, I could lunge at him and feast on his remains. So why aren't you afraid of me? Can't you understand that your treating a monster?"
The terran doctor looked at Saren for a moment and then turned his head to look at the turian doctor. "So what?" He asked, looking back at Saren. He received a surprised look from the ghoulified turian. "I don't care if you are a monster or not. You're my patient, and I have a job to do."
Saren opened his mouth to protest. "But-."
The terran held up his hand to stop him. "Yes. I know you can kill me, and so can every other soldier being treated here. You just have a few extra ways of doing it. But that is not going to stop me from doing my job." Then the doctor's eyes took on a sympathetic look. "Look, Saren, was it? I've dealt with ghoul patients before. I knew then that they could kill me and eat my remains. I know that now. But I have never been afraid of them. I grew around them, made friends with some. A few of my co-workers are ghouls. Hell, I even had a crush on one when I was a kid. She was the prettiest girl I ever saw." A small smile appeared on the man's face, he chuckled, rubbing his chin. "Of course, I was a nervous wreck back then and never got around to asking her out. Always kind of regretted that." The terran doctor stared off into space with a wistful expression. He seemed to snap out of it and looked back at Saren. "My point is I don't have any reason to be afraid of you. You've shown remarkable restraint so far, so why would you break now?"
Saren didn't know how to respond to that. He had for the moment forgotten that Terrans are use to dealing with demo- ghouls. They had entire evolutionary history to look back on, most of it stained with blood. But in recent history, they had made great strides towards peace. "I suppose that makes sense," Saren said quietly.
The doctor smiled at him. "Good." He said. "Though it does help that I've dealt with cases like yours before."
"Cases like his?" The Turian doctor said, walking up to the terran.
"Yes, patients of my species being turned into ghouls. Always quite the shock to them. Takes years of therapy for them to get over it."
"Humans being turned into ghouls?" Saren asked, wanting to hear more on the subject. "By those infectors?"
"No, illegal kakuhou transplant." The doctor explained. "Mostly unwilling victims."
"Kakuhou transplant?" Saren asked.
The terran doctor nodded, finishing up his scans. "It's where a kakuhou, the organ that allows a ghoul to produce their kagune, is transplanted into a human body. Once done in a short period of time, about twenty-four hours, the person undergoing the operation is turned into a half-ghoul. Outside of the military or for life-saving procedures, in which case the doctors need the permission of the victim's family, it's illegal." The doctor looked over the results of the scan before handing the device over to the Turian doctor.
"So wait, your people have a procedure for making artificial ghouls?" The Turian doctor asked, taking the device.
"Yes." The terran said, grabbing a needled. He walked over to Saren. "I'm going to need to take a blood sample to check your Rc levels. If you will hold your arm out." Saren did as the man said and held his arm out. He hardly felt the needle puncturing his arm. "Though a lot of controversy surrounds the subject, given its origins." The terran looked at the veil of blue blood.
"How so?" Saren inquired.
"The procedure was pioneered by a man named Akihiro Kanou. He developed the surgery through some very unethical means." He placed the veil inside a small container on a nearby table. "For that reason, he is among some the of the most reviled people in our history."
"If the surgery has such a dark history. Why keep using it?" The turian doctor asked. "By continuing to use his research, you're cheapening the lives he took and encouraging others to do the same."
Before the terran could give an answer, the door slides open. All three men turned to see who was entering. "Brother?" Saren said, almost shocked to see his brother enter the hospital room.
The elder Arterius gave an acknowledging nod. He looked to the two doctors. "Could you give us some time? Alone?" He asked.
The terran doctor nodded. "We just finished our tests for the day." The doctor turned back to Saren. "We'll have your results by tomorrow. But, as far as I can see, you're in good health." The doctors packed up their stuff and left.
Once the two brothers were left alone, Desolas began to speak. "Brother, are you? Are you?" The older turian trailed off at a loss for words. Giving way to a brief silence as both brothers tried to think of something to say. "When I heard what had happened, I came here as soon as I could. Are you feeling okay?" The older turian was avoiding making eye contact with his younger brother.
Saren couldn't blame him. "I'm feeling better." Saren said carefully.
It was clear that both brothers were nervous about their conversation. If it could even be called that, as another uncomfortable silence fell over. After a bit, Desolas began to look over the room. His eyes landed on the empty tray of food next to Saren. "You've eaten."
Saren looked over to his tray and nodded. "Yes," He said. "It was that synthetic meat that lets people like me eat."
Saren looked back at his brother, this time though the older brother did look him in the eyes. "You really are one of them now? Aren't you?"
"A dem-" Saren began before pausing. "A ghoul, yes." He corrected himself.
Desolas looked down, his fists balled up. "It's that Terran's fault." He said angrily.
Saren was taken aback, it was rare to see his older brother display his anger. "What?" He asked, getting over the shock.
Desolas looked back up at Saren, his mandibles twitching with anger. "That terran friend of yours. Hidaki, I believe. It's his fault you're like this." Desolas explained. "If he had been more attentive. If he hadn't taken off your helmet. You wouldn't be." Desolas stopped his rant as he realized what he was about to say.
"A fleshing-eating monster." Saren finished for him.
"I'm sorry," Desolas said, looking ashamed. "I didn't mean to."
Saren stopped him. "No, you're right. I am a flesh-eating monster. It's time I accept that." Oddly enough, Saren felt relieved when he said that. Like a weight had been taken off his shoulders. At least a part of it was. He still had yet to figure out how he was going to live like this. Would the Hierarchy still allow him to serve in the military? Would he even be allowed to live in Turian space like this? That was something to think about for later. "Also, I don't blame Hidaki for what happened." That wasn't true, a part of him did blame the man. When he first learned of his transformation from Hidaki, he had lashed out at the Terran. Looking back at the memory, Saren could see that his friend had remained remarkably calm through the whole thing, but he could see the hurt in his eyes.
Desolas looked surprised for a moment. "But he was the one that."
Again, Saren did not let his older brother finish. "I don't blame him, brother. There was no way he could have known what happened." How could they have known that they would run into a Dragon General? Be forced to run from, losing almost a third of their force? How could they have known that one of them would come back as a monster? "Would you have done anything differently if you were in his place?" Saren asked his brother.
Desolas looked like he was ready to answer. Then stopped himself, considering the question. "No." He said in a defeated tone. He went over to a nearby table and leaned in on it with both his hands. His head moved down, seemingly laying out his thoughts on the table and examining them. After a minute, he looked back up. "From what I read of his report of that of others. He was just trying to examine you, make sure you were alright." He said, pushing himself off the table. "Nothing wrong with that. A good commander should keep the well-being of the soldiers under his command in mind." Desolas looked at his younger brother, having an expression on him that Saren had not seen in a long time. Not since Saren had joined the Hierarchy military. One of a caring older sibling. "I guess I was just looking for someone else to blame."
"Someone else to blame?" Saren asked, uncertain where his brother was going.
The older turian nodded. "Yes, someone who I could take all of my frustrations out on. Ideally, they would be a person who I could get to. Otherwise, I probably would be blaming the Dragon General and the rest of his ilk."
Saren was confused, he had never seen his brother like this. The man had always been a confident man with an aggressive attitude. Seeing lamenting like was new to him. "Why do you want to blame others?" Saren asked.
Desolas looked away from him. "Because if I don't, all I'll have left to blame is myself." Saren felt his mandibles stop twitching. His brother looked back at him. "You're like this because of me. I supported the mission and signed the orders myself. If I had known you would be there, and that this would have happened to you, I would have never supported it. Or, at the very least, made sure you were never assigned to the mission."
Saren had never known his brother to regret anything, let alone an order her had given. "But, brother, I am a soldier. I know my duties. As my commanding officer, you had every right to support the mission." His brother had taught him that the chain of command was to be respected and that sometimes sacrifices had to be made. Seeing his brother regret his decision to support the operation against the Dragon's Den was a shock to him. "There was no way you could have known that I would have ended up like this. Even if you did, you still would have had your duty to the Hierarchy to pass the operation through."
His brother remained silent for a long time, Saren thought he saw a proud glint in his eyes. "Your right, Saren. As your commanding officer, I did exactly what was required of me. If I had to choose between you and saving the Hierarchy, I would always choose the latter. In that regard, I have not failed." Desolas began to walk up to Saren's bed. "But as your brother, I've failed." The older Arterius sighed. "I may not have shown it, but I do care about you, Saren. You're my brother, and out of all of our family members, you're the closest I feel too."
Saren almost flinched when his brother sat down next to him. "Brother, you shouldn't."
Desolas cut him off. "Don't worry, Saren. I trust you won't hurt me."
Saren gave his brother a hesitant look before nodding. Thinking about what Desolas said, he was not surprised that his brother thought that way. Throughout his life, his brother had always been the one to take care of him. His parents were there sometimes, but their duties had kept them away. However, it was his brother that taught him what it meant to be turian, taught him what a good soldier looked like. Looking back at his younger memories, Saren realized that his brother had made time for him. Even sometimes skirting around his own responsibilities. "You've done a lot for me." Saren said. "You were the one that took care of me when our parents weren't there. You made sure I was never alone, and I'm grateful for that." He understood his brother was not the easiest man to get along with. He was a strict and by-the-books person who had little patience in the way of social interactions. A trait that seems hereditary.
"I have." Desolas responded. "Your right. There was no way I could have known that you would have been on that mission, nor did I know that you would have an encounter with the Dragon General." It probably wouldn't help to point at they didn't encounter the Dragon General at eh D-Den. But had the misfortune to encounter it in the city as they were withdrawing. "And I certainly couldn't have known that you would be turned into a ghoul." Desolas looked him directly in his blackened eyes. "Even still, I can't help but blame myself for it."
"You shouldn't dwell on the past, brother." Saren, realizing that he should be doing the same. "The past cannot be changed, and the decisions we have made are set in stone. The only thing we can do is learn from them and try to move on. My friend Hidaki, the one you tried to blame earlier, told me that the future is not written."
Desolas hummed. "Wise words." He said, looking away. "Regardless of what has happened. You are still my brother and not the monster most would think you to be. I will support you in whatever decision you will make." He got up from the bed. "Once you have recovered from this ordeal, and I know you will. If you choose to stay in the military, I will do whatever I can to let you continue your service."
Saren had to think about that for a moment. Did he even want to continue his service in the Hierarchy military with the way he was now? Would they even allow him to? And what would happen to his brother if he did throw his support behind him? He had a lot to think about. "I will have to think about that." He said.
Desolas looked at him for a moment before nodding his head. "Of course. Let me know when you have made your decision." He began to walk away.
"Brother."
Desolas stopped and turned around. "Yes?"
"What if I choose not to continue my service?" Saren hesitantly.
"Then I will continue to support you." His brother said. Then he walked out of the room, leaving Saren alone with his thoughts.
He had a lot to think about.
April 9th 15:00, Citadel, Federation Diplomatic Enclave
"Lastly, my government wishes to set up an officer exchange program." The turian ambassador said.
Goyle hummed at the proposal the man had made, jolting whatever notes came to mind. As expected, the Turian Hierarchy wanted to have closer military ties with the Federation. Mostly jointed military exercises, exchange of certain military technologies, and even signing a separate defense agreement from the one they had already signed with the Citadel. Though they did want trade relations and technological exchange, but that was secondary. "I think this is quite reasonable. Admiral, any thoughts?" She turned her head over to Admiral Zimmerman.
Anticipating that the Turians wanted to talk more about military matters, Goyle called the admiral in to advise her. "I say it's a good deal, Ambassador Goyle. With this, we'll have closer ties with our allies."
"Then, your people will agree to this?" The turian ambassador asked.
Admiral Zimmerman nods. "Yes, though it will still have to go through the Federation Council and be approved by the military leadership."
"Not to mention, the finer details will still have to be hammered out before a final agreement can be reached." Goyle explained.
The turian ambassador nodded. "Understandable, my people will eagerly await your response."
"I'll be sure to transmit your proposal to the Federation Council later this day. Hopefully, they'll have a response in a couple of days." Goyle.
"Goyle, I wish to have a copy of that proposal." The admiral asked. "That way, I can send it up the chain of command and let them review it."
Goyle nodded at the man. "I was just thinking the same thing." She responded.
The turian ambassador looked pleased with the outcome. "I'm glad this meeting was a productive one. I look forward to more talks with and your people."
Goyle smiled at the man. "As do I, Ambassador Felril."
The turian ambassador adjusted himself in his seat. "Now then, in a message you sent me the other day, you said there was another matter you wished to discuss."
Goyle nodded. "Yes." She turned her head to the admiral. "Admiral, you may go now. I'll send you that copy soon."
The admiral stood up and saluted her. "Yes, ma'am." He said before leaving the room.
"What was it you wished to discuss?" the turian ambassador asked.
"One-moment ambassador. There is one more person I would like to call in, as she'll have some bearing on this matter." Goyle activated her comm. "Davis, please send in miss Rela."
"Of course, ma'am." Her secretary responded. "She's on her way now."
"Thank you, Davis." She deactivated the com and looked back at the turian ambassador. "Our friend should be here in a moment. In the meantime, would you like some refreshments?"
The turian ambassador shook his head. "No, but thank you."
After a minute or two of waiting, the doors to Goyle's office opened. A quarian woman walked in. "Ambassador Felril, this is Ambassador Rela'Tedal vas Ladir of the Quarian Republic."
The turian ambassador gave Goyle a questioning look, then looked over at the quarian ambassador. "A pleasure to meet you, Ambassador Tedal." He said, sounding hesitant to greet the woman in such an official manner.
The quarian ambassador gave the man a curt nod. "The pleasure is all my Ambassador Felril." She said, taking a seat next to him.
"Safe to assume, this had something to do with the quarian people?" The turian ambassador said.
Goyle nodded her head. "You assume correctly, ambassador. This meeting came at the request of the Quarian Republic. As such, I will be acting as a mediator here."
"I see." The turian ambassador said, turning to face the quarian woman. "What is it that your people wish to discuss with the Hierarchy?" He asked.
"There are two items I wish to discuss with you, ambassador," Tedal said. "Firstly, about our pilgrims within Citadel space. As you may already know, soon after the Terrans arrived at the Citadel, the Quarian Republic sent out a general order for all Pilgrims to make their way to the new homeworld."
The ambassador's mandibles twitched thoughtfully. "Yes, I remember reading about reports that thousands of Quarian pilgrims have been traveling into Federation space. It was presumed they were traveling to your new homeworld."
"Yes, ambassador. Thousands have found their way to our new home and are actively helping establish a new way of life for the Quarian people. Unfortunately, thousands more have yet to make the journey."
"You have my sympathies, ambassador Tedal." The turian ambassador said. "But I fail to see what this has to do with the Hierarchy."
"I was getting to that." Tedal responded. "It has come to our attention that hundreds if not thousands of our pilgrims have been imprisoned or detained for questioning. I would like to negotiate a release for them and allow them to travel to the new homeworld. The Quarian Republic would consider it a great favor to us, and we are willing to pay any price to have them back. Within reason, that is."
The turian ambassador thought it over. "I see. Have you talked to the other races about this as well?" He asked.
Tedal shook her head. "No, ambassador. The Terrans suggest that we talk to you first before going to the other races about this. They reasoned that if we managed to convince the Hierarchy to release the pilgrims they have in custody, the other races would be more inclined to do the same."
"Sound logic." The turian ambassador said. "I might be able to convince my superiors to do this. However, it will be difficult to determine what form of payment will be used in exchange for the detainees we'll call them for now. As a newly established government, the Quarian republic likely does not have much of an economy, so you cannot pay us in credits. Further, I imagine most of your resources are focused on developing your infrastructure. Am I correct?"
The quarian ambassador nod. "Yes, ambassador."
"Most likely, we'll have to release our detainees on the condition that the Quarian Republic pay us back at a later date."
"My people came to the same conclusion." Tedal said. "Once we have established a functioning economy, we can start paying the Hierarchy back, and any of the other races if they released their detainees."
The turian ambassador nod. "This, of course, will have to be discussed by my superiors. They'll have to weigh in their options, but I believe they can be convinced to release all of our detainees, up to a point." He looked to Goyle. "Since the Quarian Republic is a protectorate of the Federation. I trust your people will convince them to make their payments when they're due and incur penalties if they don't."
Goyle slowly nodded. "So as long the payments and penalties are within reason. Yes." She said.
"There is one thing we might be able to offer right now." Tedal said. "However, I have to ask, what do you mean by releasing all detainees up to a point?"
"We won't release those accused or convicted of a major crime." The turian ambassador explained.
Goyle raised an eyebrow at this. "Ambassador, elaborate on what you mean by major crime." She said carefully, looking over the man.
"Crimes such as murder, violent assault, and smuggling of contraband." The turian ambassador said. "We can't let individuals like that go free."
"I guess that is reasonable." The quarian ambassador said, sounding unsure." She looked over at Goyle, silently asking her for help.
Goyle picked up on it. "Ambassador Felril, is it possible that those detained on major crimes can be released as well?"
The turian ambassador gave Goyle an incredulous look. "Surely you don't mean say we should let criminals like those go free."
The quarian ambassador bristled at the comment made by the turian. Goyle shot her a look that stopped her from doing anything rash. "Of course not, Ambassador Felril." Goyle knew the man would react that way. There was no way the man would allow all the quarians held for major crimes. Disappointing, but understandable. So would do what most good negotiators did, she offered a compromise. "But perhaps not all of the major offenders have to be released. Surely you can have those accused of non-violent crimes can be released?"
The turian ambassador looked like he was carefully thinking about her offer. "I might be able to do that. However, it most come with one condition." He said, looking from Goyle and to Tedal. "If we release all major offenders who have been convicted of non-violent crimes, they will not be allowed to set foot in Turian space again. If they do, they will be arrested on the spot. Furthermore, if they enter Citadel space again, they will be closely monitored."
Goyle looked over at Tedal to how she would react. The quarian woman nodded at her. "I can agree to that." She said to the turian ambassador. Goyle smiled at the woman, glad she had so easily agreed to the condition. Then again, thinking about it, she imagines most of those quarians will have no desire to return to Citadel space, let alone turian space.
"Good." The turian ambassador said. "Now, what was this thing you said can offer up now?"
"Star charts." The quarian ambassador said.
A look of interest appeared on the turian ambassador's face. "Go on."
"Before it settled on our new homeworld, the migrant fleet traveled the stars for over the three hundred years. In that time, it has traveled to countless star systems to find resources and to avoid danger. Because of that, we have extensive and detailed star charts of hundreds of systems. Even ones that the Citadel has yet to chart and even the discovery of new mass relays."
"I trust you never opened any of these?" The turian ambassador said.
Tedal shook her head. "No, but we did send probes past them. So, we have a good idea where they lead." She looked over at Goyle. "It was a part of a contingency plan. That should the known galaxy become too dangerous for the fleet, we would go through one and hoped to find a new home. We actually came close to doing that before a Dragon Orphan fleet drove us into Federation space." Tedal looked over back at the Turian ambassador. "We are willing to hand over these star charts as part of the payment for the release of the detained quarians."
The turian ambassador's mandibles twitch thoughtfully. "Those star charts would be a major boon for the Hierarchy. It could help us secure new resources and find new worlds to colonize, and with the discovery of new relays and knowing where they lead." He trailed off as he thought over the benefits of the deal. "That alone would be more than enough to secure the release of all detainees."
"I was hoping that you would say that." The quarian ambassador said. "But if further payment is necessary, we will go with it. We just want our people back."
The turian ambassador nodded at her. "That I can understand. But with these star charts, that may not be necessary."
"Thank you, ambassador Felril." Tedal said, activating her Omni-tool. "As a sign of good faith, I'll go ahead and transmitted a few of these star charts to your office for your people to investigate."
The turian ambassador looked surprised for a moment before nodding. "Thank you, Ambassador Tedal. I'll be sure that my people look into those systems right away. Now then you said there were two items you wished to discuss with me?"
Tedal nodded. "Yes, ambassador. The second matter also has something to do with my people. Namely feeding them."
The turian ambassador looked intrigued. "Go on." He said, beginning another long discussion.
April12th 17:20, Brytus:
Hidaki had been walking down the halls of the base when he saw Saren. The young turian was standing in one of the training areas, the top half of his armor gone. Behind were a few people dressed in lab coats, and guards stood nearby. Hidaki noted that they were all terran.
Hidaki debated if he should go over there and greet his friend. At least he hoped they were still friends. Saren's hateful rant from a few days ago was still fresh on his friend and cut just a deep. He understood why Saren had done that, the young turian had just gone through a traumatic experience and needed an outlet. Hidaki just had the misfortune to be that outlet. Since then, he had avoided visiting Saren, understanding he needed some space.
However, Hidaki knew that he would have to talk to Saren eventually. He thought it over for a few more moments before deciding to speak to the turian. He walked up the where the doctors were. One of them, a woman a few years older than him, noticed him approaching. "Lieutenant," She said, sulating him. Hidaki returned the gesture. "Are you here to observe our patient?"
Hidaki nodded. "Yes, he's a friend of mine." He said slowly. The doctor caught onto his uncertainty and raised an eyebrow. "We served together." Hidaki explained. "I was there when he was turned, and I was there when he woke up."
"Ah, I see." The woman said, likely having pieced together what happened. "Well, you'll be happy to know your friend here has been doing well." She said, turning to face the turian. "So, far, there have been no complications."
Hidaki nodded, happy to hear that Saren had been doing fine during his stay at the hospital. "How has he been handling his situation?" He asked.
The doctor had a look on her that face that made Hidaki uncomfortable. "From the reports I have read, he has calmed down considerably since he first woke up. Thus far, he has not acted violently towards the hospital staff and has been passive." Hidaki was happy to hear that but could see where her concerns laid. "He claims he has accepted his situation."
"But you believe otherwise." Hidaki stated.
"The reports also correlate with my suspicions." The doctor said, keeping her eye on Saren. "I believe that the young man is still struggling to understand what has happened to him and what life will be like going forward."
Hidaki nodded his understanding. "I can't imagine what he is going through." It had to be special hell. Waking up one day as something wholly different than what you were. Having thoughts, feelings, and urges that were alien to you. Hidaki could imagine going through something like that. His mind went to the journals his ancestor, Kaneki Ken wrote, and had to wonder. The feelings he felt after being transformed into a half-ghoul were they the same ones that Saren felt now?
The doctor continued with her explanation. "That said, I do believe he is on the right path to recovery. The other day his brother a General Desolas Arterius, I think, came to visit him." The doctor looked at Hidaki. "They had a private conversation. Whatever it was they discussed, it seems to have done wonders for Saren." The woman had a smile on her lips. "I believe given enough time and patience; I believe your friend will make a full recovery. Mentally speaking, that is.
Hidaki looked down at the floor, hiding a small smile. "I guess what he needed was some help." He said. "I thought maybe he needs his space. Maybe I was wrong about that."
He looks back up, seeing the doctor giving him a hard stare. "I wouldn't be so sure about that, Lieutenant. Perhaps giving him that space is what allowed him to respond so well when his brother visited."
"Really?" Hidaki said unintentionally, letting his hope slip out.
"Yes." The doctor said. "What I'm getting at is that you shouldn't hesitate to talk to your friend. It may help more than you think."
Hidaki smiled at the woman. "I'll think about that." He was going to do more than just think about it. Once Saren was done here, he would talk to the young turian. "Thank you, doctor. You've helped more than you realize."
The doctor nodded at him. "No need to thank me. I was just doing my job to ensure the well-being of my patient." She looked over at Saren, who seemed ready to do something. "It's funny, really."
"What?" Hidaki asked.
"Our two species evolved on two different planets, separated by thousands of light-years, in different corners of the galaxy." She turns back to Hidaki. "Yet, we almost all of the same mannerisms. Certainly, there are differences, but there is enough overlap in behavior that I can make such an assessment. One would think that the way we think about things would be too different to ever be able to predict what others think and feels."
Again, Hidaki understood where she was coming from. For much of their existence, humans (and ghouls) were afraid that when they did meet other beings, they would be too different to be understood. That they would not be able to find common ground and build relations with each other. Now though, the Terran people understood that alien life would not be so different as they feared. Even if it was, there was always the hope that understanding could be reached. "I say it's a good thing. It proves that we have more in common than we have in differences."
"Indeed." The doctor said. "Well, it looks like they're about to begin."
"Begin with what?" Hidaki asked.
"The testing of Saren's Kagune." The doctor said. She up to her colleges, with Hidaki following close behind. For the first since getting here, he noticed that they had set up a scanning apparatus. On the display, Hidaki could see the readouts on Saren's vitals.
"His Kagune?" Hidaki questioned. "What kind does he have?" He tried to find were his Kakuhou was. He found it around the center of his back, between where a Kokaku and a Rinkaku would be. Did that mean you had both? No, if he did, then they would be two separate organs instead of one.
"This one is different from anything a terran ghoul would have." The doctor said. "It appears that terran and alien ghouls don't share all four types of Kagune. In fact, the Rinkaku, as far as we can tell, is unique to terran biology." She explained. "The other three types appear in the other races. Though not all races have all three types. For example, the Turians have Bikaku and Kokaku ghouls. Whereas the Asari have Ukaku and Bikaku. The Salarians only have Ukaku ghouls along with whatever their unique kagune is."
Hidaki nodded he had read about that somewhere. Though he never met an alien ghoul until Saren happened. "So, what is his Kagune?" He asked more carious than before.
"We call it Sekkaku. Meaning Red-leg." The doctor said.
"Red-leg?" Hidaki quires.
"You'll see in a moment. Saren, we're going to begin the test. Be ready to bring out your Kagune."
"Yes, ma'am." Saren responded. "How do I bring out my Kagune?" He asked after a brief pause.
Hidaki was the one to answer. "Try to focus on where your Kokaku is."
Saren jolted with surprise and turned around to face Hidaki. "Hidaki? What are you?"
Hidaki cut off his question. "Just seeing how you are doing." Hidaki said, trying to keep the awkwardness out of his voice. "We can talk later. For now, focus on this test of yours."
Saren looked at him for what seemed like hours. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. He nodded and turned back to face some targets that had been set up.
Hidaki held back a sigh of relief. That was certainly a better interaction than they had last time. "Alright then, as I was saying. Focus on where your Kokaku is, that should be around the center of your back."
"I think I got it." Saren said after a moment. "Now what?"
"Now, imagine something growing inside it. Feel your Rc cells nit and weave together to form a structure."
"I think I got something." On his back, Hidaki could see small slits opening up, four of them.
"Good," Hidaki said. He saw the doctors began to operate the scanner, keeping hushed whispers between each other. "Now try to push that structure out. Feel it grow out from the Kokaku and into your back. Feel muscle and skin open up, allowing your Kagune to move outside of your body."
"I feel it. I think I can feel it." Saren said in an almost excitable voice. Hidaki could see the kagune breaching through Saren's back. Four red spikes forming and trying to shoot out.
"Now then. Just keep pushing. Let your Kokaku do all the work. Just keep pushing as it forms." Hidaki could feel his own excitement forming. It was a rare treat to witness a ghoul forming their first Kagune. Usually, a special moment that was shared between child and parent, being up there with their first time walking or their first words. Deep down, Hidaki hoped he would be able to see his son's first Kagune. "That's right, just keep pushing."
"I'm trying." Saren said through a strained voice. The kagune was slowly growing out.
"You're doing great, Saren." Hidaki said. "We can see your kagune forming now, four of them. Just keeping going. Focus."
"I'm trying to ahhh," Saren screams out as the four kagune shoot out from his back.
Rip! Crack! Rip! Crack!
Rip! Crack! Rip! Crack!
Hidaki blinked once. Twice. Then he took in what he saw. Four red kagune had shot out and bent forward to where Saren was facing. They were long and spindly like a spider's leg. Saren, too, seemed to be mesmerized by them. He runs a hand along on them. "They're oddly beautiful." He muttered.
That was something that Hidaki could agree with. For their deadly nature, Kagunes were things of beauty. The doctors continued with their work. "The kagune of the subject as successfully emerged. Kagune type has been confirmed to be ]. Rc levels are stable and holding."
"Performing measurements."
Hidaki tuned out the doctors' back and forth analysis and kept his attention on Saren. The turian ghoul was busy testing the waters with his newly emerged kagune. Bending and moving them in a slow, methodical way. The young man was struggling to control them due to his inexperience. That was something Hidaki could understand. He had evolution to think for his instinctive control over his Kagune. Saren, though did not have that, for him, he had just latterly sported a new set of appendages. It would take some time before he could control them as easily as he would with his arms and legs. Hidaki intended to help him with that.
A few minutes later, the next phase of the test began. "Alright, Saren. Seeing that you are already getting the hang of control, your Kagune. Try attacking the targets using only your Kagune."
"I'll try." Saren said before he charged at the targets. Closing in, he lashed out with his ]. Again, the turian's inexperience in controlling a kagune showed. The attacks from the spider leg-like structures were long, sweeping, and haphazard. Still, the targets were destroyed, if in a messy fashion.
"Saren, trying using your kagune in stabbing motions." Hidaki said as the idea formed in his head.
Saren didn't give a verbal response. But he did as Hidaki said. The kagune shot out from Saren and smashed into the remaining targets. With being prompted, Saren raised the targets up and smashed them back into the ground.
"Interesting." One of the doctors said. "Just as we predicted , are well suited for stabbing and piercing attacks. Slashing attacks appear to only be effective if using tips of Kagune."
"We have some interesting information. We'll run some more tests and compile it all together." Another doctor said, the woman that Hidaki talked to. "Then we can compare it to other reports of turian ghouls who have ]. Until then." She looked at Saren. "Saren, that will be all for now. You've given us some good data to look over."
Saren turned to face the doctors and nodded. "I only did as I was told."
"Well, regardless, thank you." The doctor said. "You can call back your Kagune now."
Hidaki was about to give some tips on how he could do that. When Saren's kagune began to shrink in size and length before disappearing behind him. A moment later, he was rolling his shoulders.
The Doctors seemed to be pleased by this. "Thank you, Saren." A doctor said. "You can return to the hospital now. We'll let you know when we need to run more tests."
Saren nodded. "Understood." He said, moving over to pick up his hospital gown.
"You won't mind if I go with him?" Hidaki asked the doctors. "There are some things I wish to talk to him about."
"Go ahead." The female doctor said, the others silently agreeing with her.
Hidaki nodded his thanks and walked beside Saren. The turian had put on his gown when he turned to face him. There was an uncomfortable silence for a short time as the two tried to come up with something to say. "Hey, Saren." Hidaki said, breaking the moment.
"Hidaki." Saren said almost as awkwardly.
More silence. "How have you been doing?" Hidaki asked.
"I've been doing better." Saren answered.
"That's what the doctors told me." Hidaki said with a nervous chuckle. Then he took a deep breath if this awkwardness continued, the conversation would go nowhere. "Saren, mind if I walk with you. There's something I want to talk to you about."
Saren looked at him, his expression being unreadable to the half-ghoul. "If you are sure about that?"
Hidaki thought about it. He thought back to when his friend woke up, how he had avoided him for the last few days. Could he really do this? Talk to him, and try to sort out what had happened? He wasn't sure. "Yes." But he was willing to try.
Saren nodded. "Then walk with me."
April 14th 19:00, Citadel, Federation Diplomatic Enclave:
"-Wheeze- Thank you, ambassador. These talks have been most fruitful."
"You have my thinks as well, Ms. Goyle."
"It was my pleasure, ambassador Kolus." Goyle said to the volus ambassador. "And to you too, Mr. Victor."
The volus ambassador stood up from his seat. "I look -wheeze- forward to continuing these talks, -wheeze- with you, Mr. Victor. I believe this deal will -wheeze- be of great value to both of our companies."
Davis nodded. "As do I."
"Farwell -wheeze- I will be seeing both of you the day after tomorrow." The Volus ambassador said before leaving.
When the doors closed, Goyle leaned into her chair, letting out a loud sigh and rubbing her temples. Victor seemed to be amused by this. "Something troubling you, Madam Ambassador?" He asked.
"Let's just say economics isn't one of my favorite things." She said stilling rubbing her temples. Her head was hurting from all of the numbers that had been thrown around. The Federation's economy was slowly being integrated into the galactic economy. Even though a rough value had been established for the Federation credit, the process was not smooth. Despite this, it did not stop companies big and small on both sides from wanting to negotiating deals with each other. For many, they saw whole new markets to be exploited, with demographics that had never been touched. A preverbal gold rush was in full swing, and the Federation Council had taken notice. Because of that, deals between major companies of the Federation and the Citadel were to be overseen by an official Federation representative. Goyle was one of them.
"That much I can see." Victor said. "Not many people can get a handle on those kinds of numbers. You did well."
Goyle resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "That's not going to stop me from having nightmares about profit margins, tax breaks, and stocks tonight." She said.
Victor chuckled. "Look at the bright side, you only have to do this for another ten or fifteen years before the Federation Council goes back to letting companies do own negotiations."
"Yes, then it will be back to the backroom deals and hostile takeovers you people seem to enjoy so much." Goyle said.
Victor stood up and smiled at her. "Now, now, Madam Ambassador. I work for a reputable company. We would never dream of doing such."
"I'm sure you wouldn't." Goyle responded.
"Now then, if you excuse me." Victor said, walking up to the door. "I've got a report to make to the board." He left.
Again, Goyle let out a tired sigh. She was tempted to call it a day and return to her apartment. Where she would toss herself into bed and not wake up until next week. As exciting as it was to be a part of so many important and history-making negotiations, it was also very tiring. Today was no different.
Talks with the Hanar and their client race the Drell had gone smoothly. Mostly just affirming that they had relations and some minor trade. The Hanar, for the most part, were content to keep their distance from the Federation. This was mostly because of the Federation's willingness to use Ais. The Hanar worshiped the Protheans, or as they called them, the Enkindlers, as gods, and their warnings about the creation of Ais were treated with reverence. Despite this, the Hanar were willing to be cordial to the Federation and even asked if they send pilgrims to visit Prothean sites in their space. A simple matter that Goyle was certain that the Senate would go through with.
The Drell were another matter. They had learned of the Federation's advances in genetics and that they were far ahead of the rest of the Citadel space. Even the Salarians, who were known for creating the Genophage, had difficulty keeping up with Terrans. To put it shortly, the Drell ambassador had asked the Federation for help in treating or even curing Kepral's Syndrome. An interesting prospect that Goyle knew the Council would likely take under advisement. If not for humanitarian reasons, then perhaps for the possibility of improving relations with the Hanar.
Then came more talks with the Asari and Turians. Nothing new with them, just going over more details on the deals already proposed. After them came were talks between different Terran companies and Citadel-owned companies, mostly Volus.
Now she had her last set of Negotiations with the Salarians. Goyle repressed a groan at the thought of having to talk to those overgrown lizards. Relations between the United Terran Federation and the Salarian Union would be best described as being chilly. The Former Salarian Councilor Toss had set much of the mood between the two powers. Even though he was removed and signs indicated the Dalatrass was trying to move the Union towards better relations with the Federation, the damage had been done. Most officials from the Union held a low opinion of the Terran people, believing them to be reckless and arrogant.
Goyle sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Let's get this done." She muttered to herself. She activated the comm on her desk. "Davis, send in our final guest." She said.
"They are already on their way, ma'am." Davis responded.
Just a moment later, the Salarian delegation walked in. "Thank you, Davis." She said. She took one look at the Salarians, and already she knew this was going to be headache-inducing. She put on her best smile. "Welcome ambassador, what can I do for you today?"
April 14th 22:37, Brytus, Hospital.
The cool air of Brytus's nighttime ran past Saren. Standing on the hospital's roof, he stared up at the night sky. He had come here to be alone and to think. Ever since his transformation, he struggled to understand what his place would be in this galaxy. What would be his place in the Hierarchy? Would they accept someone like him into their ranks, or would they bare him from serving?
He thought back to the conversation he had with his brother. Desolas had promised him that he would do everything in his power to make sure that Saren would be able to continue serving the Hierarchy if he chose to. His brother was a very influential man in the Hierarchy and highly respected, so there was a good chance he would uphold his word. Yet Saren had his doubts. What if he wasn't able to convince the Hierarchy to let him continue his service? What if it somehow damaged his older brother's reputation? What then?"
Saren tried to think of all the possibilities that were open up to him if he couldn't stay with the Hierarchy. C-sec seemed like a good alternative, but again he ran into the possibility that they wouldn't accept a ghoul into their ranks. The same went for becoming a spectator, the Council was willing to take some questionable people in the Special Forces and Tactics, so as long they swore loyalty to the Citadel. But would they accept someone like him? Joining a mercenary group did not appeal to him in the slightest.
Then another idea came to mind. One that surprisingly was given to him by Hidaki, his friend. Saren smiled he had talked to the Terran Lieutenant a few days ago. For a while, he had been afraid he had destroyed their friendship following his outburst. The way Hidaki had avoided him for days seemed to indicate that. It was a pleasant surprise to Saren that wasn't the case.
They had spent a while talking, Saren apologizing to him for his behavior when he woke up. Hidaki had been quick to forgive him. Saying that while he was hurt, he understood why he had lashed out at him. Saren felt good knowing that his friend had forgiven him, though it did not stop him from feeling guilty. After a while, their conversation had shifted from one topic to another. The mission's impact on the squad, deployment of allied forces, what their next assignment would be, and even the local news. Eventually, they got to where Saren talked about his worries about the future.
Namely, what he would do if he was forced to leave the armed forces of the Hierarchy. Hidaki had at first laughed this off, saying that the Hierarchy wouldn't turn him away and that they would be foolish if they did. Saren though, had not been convinced. Seeing this, Hidaki made a surprising offer. Join the Federation.
That had stunned Saren, and it still did. Serving in another race's military, that was something he couldn't wrap his mind around. Granted, there were organizations like C-Sec that were multi-species and various merc groups that accepted anyone willing to fight. But for the military forces of each race, they only accepted members of their race. Turians to the Hierarchy, Asari to the Republics, Salarians to the Union, and so on. To serve in another race's military, like Hidaki proposed, seemed unthinkable.
Hidaki even mentioned that in one of the transmissions he received from his family on Earth. There were talks of granting non-terrans full citizenship and not just residency like most other space-faring nations did. These terrans were very open to other races, in some ways more so than the asari. It was strange to think about.
Yet, the idea had its merit. Saren had a desire to defend the galaxy from all threats. If the Hierarchy wasn't willing to let him do that, he would have to offer his services. He even considered the possibility of striking out on his own.
There was something else too. Saren grew out his kagune, the long red leg stretched out past his head. He was starting to get the hang of controlling these new limbs, but he knew he still had a long way to go. He ran his hand across one of the legs, still surprised at how smooth it was. The dragon orphans had done this to him, turned him into a monster. He looked at his cybernetic hand, yet another offense committed against him by the Dragon Orphans. His hand gripped into a tight fist and flexed his Kagune. They would pay for what they did to him. Now more than ever, he had a desire to see those monsters destroyed.
"I will rid the galaxy of your plight." He muttered to the wind.
So, yea Saren's a ghoul now, and its revealed that each citadel race as their own unique Kagune. I actually always planned for this happen, when I came up with the idea that there would be alien ghouls. As for the name, I got it off google translate it seemed close enough to the naming convention, so I stuck with it. If anyone's got a better translation please send it my way and I'll try fix it in the next update of this story. Also if any one's got an idea what unique Kagune each of the other races have, feel free put it in a review or PM me. No guarantees I'll use them, but if I do, I'll be sure to accredit you.
Now onto a bit of news. I got a job! It's a part-time position and well be the first job I ever had. Actually I intended to get one last year, but things happened, and Covid reared its ugly head, so that plan got derailed. Anyways, this may affect me writing, so updates may come out slower. I'll still try to get a chapter out on one of my stories each month.
That said, next week I'll get out another chapter for my Naruto story, so keep an eye out for that. Until than, be safe out there and see you in the next update.