Born From Ashes

by HeronBlues

In 2170 Mindoir was raided by batarian slavers, killing or enslaving the entire colony. It was thought that the first human spectre, Commander Shepard, was the sole survivor of the brutal attack. But when evidence that his sister is alive comes to light, his world is turned upside down. Profile has full description.

3. No Rest for the Wicked

Chapter 3

Upon entering The Den, it didn't take Garrus more than a fraction of a second to locate Wrex. The Krogan was practically bellowing at a couple of asari dancers, attempting to amuse them with his various exploits. Well, his exploits with Shepard and a few extravagant embellishments.

"Those alliance soldiers would've had no chance, gurrrrrls. While Shepard was blasting that shit-eating Thresher Maw I knew it couldn't be taken down by mere guns. It needed a Krogan Battlemaster's touch. I shot out of that MAKO M35, and warped that pyjak right in the kisser."

"Ohhhh my" one of the dancers practically purred

Wrex spread his arms in the exact same manner as Tali had earlier. Garrus bit back a chuckle. The unusual pair had become rather close. Tali had clearly begun looking to Wrex as a mentor of sorts, while the Krogan had an almost brotherly devotion to the small quarian. It was rather hilarious to see such a massive creature pick up a few cultural antics from the girl.

Nodding to Wrex in acknowledgment, Garrus settled into a private booth. Wrex could join him if he wanted but Garrus wasn't about to interrupt whatever the krogan had going on.

"What'll it be sir?" A chipper voice pulled him from his thoughts.

Lo and behold it was the cocktail waitress Garrus was longing to see. She was wearing a lacey red top with a black skirt, mandibles spread in a delicious grin. This night just became far more promising.

Nervously clearing his throat and striking his best war-hero pose, Garrus replied "Your finest Denoviroan Ale please."

She quickly punched in a few keys on her datapad and tossed him a smile. "Coming right up!"

As if on cue, his omnitool chirped. Good. Shepard's probably back from wherever he went and was about to join him. However, it was Tali on the other end.

"Garrus? Garrus? Hey, I need you to come back to the Normandy."

"What on Palaven for?"

"It's Shepard. There's something wrong with him."

"Call Chakwas then."

"It's not like that. Please Garrus. Something terrible must have happened." Her voice quavered, filled with desperation.

With a groan, Garrus left as generous a tip as he could afford and hightailed it back to the Normandy's docking bay.