Quick word before reading. For some stupid reason I've been warned that I've been place on the CU's list. Don't know why nor see reason why I'm there in the first place. I've got some of my stuff on other sights so maybe that's it. Or their just making a fuss because I've spoken out against them in reviews on stories to authors that have the same problem.

In any event to the chapter. Enjoy!

Also the Courier's power armor is like that of Fallout 4 and pipboy. Mainly because I like the way it was set up.

Before the turian could get an answer out the armored being hunched forward and tore its helmet off revealing a second helmet underneath it. Now the vigilantly was more confused about what was going on. Why wear a second helmet under your first one? Looking at the second one, where the first one was made of steel, this was made out of different ceramics. It also had a gas mask that you see humans wear in their old entertainment vids that he has seen. He then watched it remove the second helmet and reveal the occupant inside.

It was a human female for sure, and she was puking her lunch.

*Bleg!* "Oh god, I hate teleporting!"* Blarg!* The human said between barfs. Garrus felt a little awkward standing there watching this but felt remembered the women's question from and stood where he was. This human had probably never met one of his kind before. Looking at how she suddenly appeared and the sight of her gear kind of reinforced that notion.

After half a minute of puking the women stopped and did a couple of spit intakes to get rid of the contents of her mouth. While he waited, he set his Omi-tools universal translator to open speaker in case she didn't have a translator herself. "Better?" He asked.

"Yeah..." The women said before standing back at full height. "Umm thanks for not attacking me while I was like that."

"I'm not that kind of guy to shoot a girl while she's down, and I'm a turian by the way. Name's Garrus, Garrus Vakarian may I ask what they call you, miss?" the newly named Garrus asked as he takes in her face.

She looked to be around his age, possibly in her late twenties early thirties. She had hard green eyes and fiery red hair that she pulled back to a bun, similar to what Ash had but more wild and unkempt. Her skin was tanned to light crispy brown as she looked like she saw a lot of sun in her life. She also had a bunch of old scars over her face that showed she was no stranger to combat if the amount I saw were of any indication.

"Courier," she replied.

"Courier?"

"I only give my name to people I trust, and Courier to those I don't know. It also is what people know me by where I'm from." Courier explained.

Garrus nodded his head in understanding her reason. He went by the nickname 'Arcangel' while here on Omega due to his good deeds. "That's fair, may I ask how did you appear out of nowhere just now?"

The Courier looked like down at her hand and saw what's left of the Big Mountain Transportalponder! "Oh, that's not good." She then looked up at the turian then finally took note of her surroundings and noted that she was not at the Sink in Big Mountain. "This is even worse. Where the hell am I?"

"You're on Omega," Garrus answered as he looked to see the general confusion over the woman's face. "It's a large mining station that is out in Terminus systems. Full of mercenary gangs, slavers and the scum of the galaxy. But this place also holds a lot of innocents on board that got caught here trying to get a new life out in the frontier. So it's not all bad." He explained.

The explanation didn't put Courier at ease as to what the alien had said she wasn't in Arizona nor was she on Earth but more than likely on the other side of the galaxy! She was somewhat out of her depth here as she didn't know what to do. She still had her weapons, armor, and Pipboy to work with plus she ED-E... Wait, ED-E!

Looking down, she saw the eye-bot still laying on the ground. Crouching down, she booted up ED-E's systems.

Garrus stepped to the side a little bit to get what Courier was doing as she suddenly crouched down and started tinkering with the strange steel ball that appeared with her. He got his answer when said ball shot off the ground with a start and hovered at eye level with them.

BEEP. BEEB. It sounded.

"ED-E. Diagnostics check," Courier ordered the machine.

BEEB...BEEB. BEEB... The Courier turned robot ED-E to the side and looked under it.

"Damn, it looked like you took a grenade to the underbelly. Mmmm yeah took some shrapnel to your weapons, cracked all the hell till I can get the materials to repair it. Till then hang back and stay in cover, understood?"

ED-E bobbed up, BEEB! BEEB! BEEB!

"Everything else looks to be in order, including your sensors and multipurpose tools so if I need anything or if trouble comes our way we should be good."

Garrus had been looking back and forth between the two and wondered what's the story behind all this, then remembered why he was here again and checked his Omni-tool. Sidonis was still nowhere to be seen and felt something was wrong with the whole operation. What's worse is the single from his squad's hideout just stopped transmitting. His thoughts were interrupted when the sound of heavy footfalls approached him. Looking up, he saw the mysterious human now in front of him. "I may not know your kind, but I know a worried look when I see one. What's happening?"

Garrus weighed his options. Sidonis was a no show, and the rest of his men could be in danger. Plus there was this massive armored individual with big guns in front of him. "Look, I don't have a lot of time. Something came up, and I can't raise the rest of my men, so here are your choices. Either follow me, and I can help you the best I can after I find the rest of my men or you can leave and find your way around. Like I said it's your choice."

The Courier felt a familiar feeling pass through her. One that she been touched many times in the Mojave when something came up. "I've got nowhere else to be right now, and I don't even know where I am. I might as well follow you," she answered.

Garrus face members twitch. "You've only known me for a few minutes, and you're going to trust me?"

"Since you haven't drawn a weapon on me the whole time I've been here so I can say you have a better head on your shoulder than most and hold yourself up to a better cause," Courtier's reply. Garrus smile, or what counted as a smile for a turian as he liked this Courier a little more. "So why don't you tell me the situation as we move?"

"Agreed, follow me," the turian said.

The Courier put her two helmets back on and fell in behind her new companion. Garrus motioned her over to some sort of car like she's seen a bunch of times before, only that it works. When they got in, she became surprised that they started flying. She shook off the shock and began to listen to Garrus as he told his story.

Garrus explained that he used to be some lawman from a place called the Citadel, but quit due to all the rules he had to follow as criminals were using the system they put together to get themselves out of trouble only to cause more problems later on. The turian got so fed up with the bureaucracy that Garrus quit and came to Omega some time ago, then started to try and do some good on his own. The more he explained his cause to the Courier, the more it sounded a bit like what she did at the beginning of her journey to hunt down Benny. Then he explained that he ended up forming a squad of men under him that followed his example in doing the right thing: former mercenary's that wanted to atone, old cops in the like. It wasn't too dissimilar to how she found some of the people that became her friends and companions in the wastelands. Now they were heading to their hideout because he couldn't get ahold of them. Flying around the next bend, they could see why.

"Spirits no!" Garrus said as he looked over his teams compound.

Gunfire poured over the bridge where the main entrance as he could see the merc band colors of the Blue Suns, Eclipse and Blood Pack firing at his team. He pulled the aircar around the back towards the garage and landed harshly.

Courier never flew before, so the rough landing made her a little queasy but steeled her nerves for the upcoming flight. The canopy opened, and she watched the turian jumped out and ran toward the door down at the end of the gauge. Following him, I pulled out Red Glare and prepared herself for another fight.

Following his past two sets of doors and a flight of stairs, we came upon a grim sight. What must have been Garrus's team had been wiped out. There were several aliens I did not recognize from the group. Some were turians like Garrus; some looked like intelligent geckos in heavy armor. A few looked like as pretty as a feral ghoul. There were also humans mixed in the mess which confused the Courier as questions started popping up at a ridiculous rate. Number one being, 'where the hell did I end up?'

Looking around, she spotted Garrus crouched down next to two body's, both in similar blue armor to himself. The Courier watched as he closed their dead eyes of what must be his squad. She was about to say something to him when we were alerted to more gunfire coming from the top balcony. Running back up the star way and over a living area, we spotted two more of Garrus squad but were in really rough shape. Looking past them and down at the bridge was a blob of yellow, red, and blue colored enemies firing wildly at them.

"Garris get your men back. I'll provide them a distraction!" Courier said as she raised Red Glare. The turian nodded and rushed over while the waste lander started raining fire on the mercenaries.

The sudden barrage of rockets supplied the mercenaries as fast-moving explosive missiles rained down on them. With this many broke ranks and ran back towards the safety of a deployable barricade. Those that didn't quickly met their end in a firing explosion.

The Courier reloaded Red Glare twice before she switched it out for her AT rifle. She didn't know what the armor of these things was like but wasn't taking the chance as she loaded it up with AP rounds.

Garris dragged Butler and Ripper, the last two members of his squad that were still alive. They were in bad shape as he laid them in the back room.

Butler's yellow armor matted in blood from his stomach down. Tears ran down his eyes as he clutches a hand over it. From the medic scanner on his Omi-tool showed massive damage to his insides and worsened as his stomach had been punctured spilling digestive acid. Ripper's barriers held up but didn't save her from the multitude of shots that trailed her left side. She was bleeding out fast, and no amount of Medi-gel he had on him could save either of them. As by the time his scanner finished its function, they both had passed on to the next.

It had felt like a lead weight had just dropped down his stomach. He had failed them, all of them. The team he led since coming to Omega were lost to him.

Before he wallowed in self-pity, he reminded himself that a battle was still going on.

The turian heard the sounds of a firefight still happening outside and readied his sniper rifle. Garris reached where his new friend had set herself up with the big gun she had on her back now in her hands. Now that he got a good look at her weapons, they were weapons from human history from the last two centuries, like the two revolvers that she had on her legs and the old marksmen rifle on her back. It took a moment for Garris to recognize that she was using an old-style Anti-material rifle. Weapons that all used the old bullets instead of Mass Effect rounds.

He watched as Courier fired a round that hit one of the Blue Suns grunts. The shot hit shattered his barriers and tore through his armor, leaving a bloody mess behind.

"Damn, for a weapon that uses outdated ammunition that thing can back a punch," Garris commented as he set up near women with his rifle.

"Outdated?" The Courier said in mid-confusion. "If my weapon is outdated, then so are these guys armor and tactics. So far every guy that I've shot since being here walks out in the open like their tough shit. I mean come on, Legion boys had the decency to take cover when being fired at and these guys are just walking out to die like useless robots, hell they even have a few of them in the mix that I've taken so far!" She said before firing the last round and reloaded.

"How are you for ammo?" Garris asked as he sighted on a Blood Pack Vorcha.

The Courier thought for a moment before answering her new unwilling companion. "I was in a major engagement before ending up here. I'm almost exhausted all my handheld explosives and used quite a bit of my heavy ammunition. My ammo for my assault rifle is holding up, and I have plenty for my pistols and the AT rifle. Plus I still have a few things ED-E has in his storage locker that I can pull out when need be." She thumbed over to where the eyebot was lazily floating. "Plus, ED-E has a few built-in all-purpose tools and supplies that can I can use craft more ammo when I'm running low."

Garris looked at the Couriers floating robot again with renewed interest. "That is one handy robot."

"Yeah, ain't he great?" Courier said before firing again, taking out another Blue Sun's mercenary. "What's the plan now? I'm not one to shy away from a fight, but the odds are not in our favor here." She asked.

Garris thought about it as he the two of them gunned down the tide of Mercenaries. There across the bridge was three of Omegas main players that are off to kill him. After months of major strikes against them, slavers, and pirates of the Terminus systems all sent out to kill him. He knew they would be after him and been preparing for it with the thought of his team being alive at his side as they had supplies to hold out against an all-out assault for days. But now that it was just him and this woman that he had no idea of what training she has but knows how to handle herself.

"With us showing up the mercs will be shoring up their defenses and creating a perimeter around the place to keep us from leaving." The turian explained.

"So we can't leave the same way we came in?" Courier asked as grain size shots pepper the pilier she hid behind.

"Exactly," Garris said. "And the only other way to get out is to cross the bridge and lose them through Omega's underground."

"The same bridge that all the mercs are pouring through?" Garris nodded. "Damn...well wouldn't be the first hairy struggle I have been a part of, remind me to tell you how I crashed a dinner party full cannibals on Vegas Strip."

Garris paused to look at the armored women. He knew Las Vegas is a large city on the Human homeworld of Earth and is considered by humans to be the gambling central in Alliance space, filled with many casinos and crime to fill them. Now he was going to make sure they survive this because he wanted to hear this story for himself.