"Keep moving!"

The sea of humans didn't seem to listen to the order. Lieutenant Girav Allud growled and shouted again.

"Keep moving, people!"

The officer wasn't prepared for this, literal ocean of bodies to flow through the bottleneck that was the Citadel's Kyrix Point, the central hub for all things transportation. On a normal day, this hub would've been bustling with an almost mechanic efficiency, thousands of ships would pour in, drop off cargo and people alike, and be out in time for the next few thousand to come in. Each of the twelve long docks that reached outward into the void of space, atmosphere held intact through a mass effect field, was with jammed gargantuan transport vessels, lined up nose to stern with one another.

Every square inch of flooring was taken up by humans and what few possessions they had. Today was the 'Big Move' as some of the officers called it. The turian Lieutenant could care less what is was called, he just wanted the damn noise to stop. Even though he knew that all two hundred thousand humans did not show up for their mandated eviction, how ever many there were here…the noise they created was almost unbearable.

Add that along with the thrum of hundreds of drive cores running at the same time and the gigantic vid-screens displaying the VI Avina mechanically drumming out boarding instructions, and one had constant thunderstorm of

And here Girav was, working security along with about nine hundred other officers.

Then Sergeant Nordum appeared next to him, shouting over the din, "How ya holdin' up, LT?"

The Lieutenant didn't respond at first, staring at a family of four. A mother and three children, the smallest youngling was weeping, while her two teenage brothers attempted to console her. The mother's face was a vibrant crimson, eyes wet as she tried to guide them along.

"LT? Lieutenant!"

His eyes snapped to Zynn, "I'm doing just fine, Sergeant. How's everything on your end?"

The other turian simply smiled, "My boy is learnin' quick. Broke up a pretty big fight over on E-Deck, all on his lonesome," he glanced over to the drell rookie, currently shouting at a pair of straggling humans, "good kid, if he could keep his cool."

"Anger management issues there, Sarge?"

Zynn stifled a laugh, shaking his head, "Nah, just a temper on him. Once this shit blows over, I'll sort him out."

Girav grimaced. "You really think this'll just blow over? That they'll just forget this ever happened?"

The Sergeant was quick to reply, "Hell no. It's gonna get real bad. A looooot of people are going to die. Humans, turians, asari. We'll all be dragged into this. Whatever happens after this," he motioned to the humans being forced to board a nearby transport, "will only get worse."

"That's pretty damn bleak." Girav gave a slight huff, almost a laugh. Almost, but not quite.

"Call me a pessimist then, but you've seen it yourself, Lieutenant. Humans blowing their heads off rather then being deported, rogue sects of them banding together led by this Krieger, and the Alliance suddenly goes dark? Not to mention stocks fell into the shitter a few days back." Zynn felt something well up in him, and he continued. "The mass suicides and good, young kids with bright futures murdering C-Sec officers…I mean, everything is lookin' so bad. I don't even know what to do any-"

Girav's large hand grabbed the Sergeant's arm. "We'll do our jobs, Zynn. And we'll both be just fine, okay?"

Zynn nodded slowly, quickly pulling himself together again.

The straggling humans Kaza was handling had grown into a mob of easily two dozen angry sapiens, all male.

Noticing, the Sergeant's mandibles flared, "Excuse me, sir. This could get bad," his talons wrapped around the hilt of his baton, "be right back."

Girav snorted as the fellow turian forced his way through thralls of bodies towards his partner. If there was one thing Zynn could be counted on, it was his insatiable need to get into the middle of just about every physical engagement. Sure, he probably cared a little about the rookie he was helping along, but nothing pleased the Sergeant more than busting a few heads every now and again.

The man had been around long enough to become a Captain, but a desk job wouldn't have suited him.

Turning his eyes back to his designated zone, his eyes fell upon a young child. The same little girl he saw with her mother not moments before, sprawled across the floor crying. Everyone around her was ignoring her screams for her mother, but they had enough dignity not to trample the girl.

Growling, Girav placed a talon to his ear, "Dispatch, this is Unit One-nine we got a young girl in the crowd. Human, apparently abandoned by her mother. Moving in to assist, copy?"

"Roger that, Lieutenant."

Forcing himself against a tide of people, Girav was berated by the thousands of voices. Some directed at him, others weren't.

"Come now, child. Don't cry."

"Where do they expect us to go?"

"Hey, you! Pig! Fuck you and you other racist alien freaks!"

"Is this what you things want! To treat us like cattle!"

Others grabbed on to him, pleading, begging to let them stay.

All he could do was shrug them off and keep marching, until he kneeled by the little girl. She curled herself into a fetal position, tucking her knees as close to her chin as possible, hiding her face from the world. Careful with her, Girav gently placed a hand on her diminutive shoulder.

"Miss?" he called out softly, careful not to frighten the youngling. "I'm a C-Sec officer, I'm here to help. You can call me Gi-"

Quicker than lighting, the girl's tiny arms wrapped around the nape of his neck and buried her face against his, not caring about the tough, almost leathery hide that was his cheek. She was trembling as Girav lifted her off the ground, her tiny legs hugged his ribcage like a snake. Gently, the Lieutenant tucked an arm underneath the child and rose to his feet, turning back the way he came.

"Shhhh, you're okay, you're okay," he whispered to her, trying to get her to stop shaking. The human child was so different, but he couldn't help but think of her as he did his own niece. Ripples of memories across his mind, reminding him of his brother's child, the closest thing he ever had to a child of his own.

The child clung to him tighter as he forced his way back towards his patrol car, the only safe haven he could think of. He pressed a finger against his ear.

"Dispatch, I got the girl. I'm going to secure her in my car for now, keep her away from the crowds. Can you send me some Protective Service units? Over."

"Sorry, One-nine. Several of the P.S. units are currently deployed elsewhere. You'll be the first to hear when one frees up, Dispatch out."

The turian hid his annoyance as he carried the girl to his car, carefully whispering to her that everything would be all right.

"B-But I don't wanna sit in the back of the police car, I didn't do anything wrong."

He suddenly smiled and lifted her in front him as he neared the hood of his car, "No, no. Only bad people sit in the back of the car, and from the looks of it, you seem like a really good girl."

A quizzical look, followed by her voice become a little bit stronger, "But…I thought only officers sit in the front."

Without another word Girav reached for his back pocket and removed his badge. He opened up the driver's side door and placed her in the seat and then placed it in her tiny hands. She looked up at him, confused.

"The good guys get to sit in the front, and laugh at the ones in back." He watched as she stared at the badge in wonder, her tears finally had stopped. It made him wonder for a moment why the hell humans were being shipped off in the first place, especially the ones with families. It just seemed wrong sometimes.

He closed shut the door slowly and then turned back for his post. The turian was met with the butt of a shotgun slamming into his stomach, causing him to double over. The blow was followed by a fist making contact right between his eyes, taking him to the ground. A flash of white streaked across his vision as head made contact with the door of his patrol car.

The girl inside the vehicle began screaming for him.

Girav saw three pairs of feet in front of him, his slowly clearing vision locking onto the man in the middle. Shining black dress shoes, well-kept black pinstriped suit, and dirty blonde hair.

Jacob Krieger.

"Hello, Lieutenant Girav Allud."

The turian's vibrant orange eyes found Krieger's, the plates that he supposed were the alien's brows immediately folded into an expression of anger.

"I take it you don't know my assistants. The man here to my right is Walter Arden, to my left is Saul Ferenco."

The turian remained silent.

Krieger merely smirked as he held out a hand, where Walter immediately placed a cigarette and lighter. His jade green eyes drifted from the turian to the patrol car he was pressed against. The human pondered, "Now, what's a little human girl doing in your vehicle, Lieutenant?"

"The hell are you still doing on the Citadel, Krieger?" Pure venom laced the alien's voice. He slowly moved his talons towards the pistol on his belt.

The loud clack of a shotgun being armed froze his hand in place.

"Don't even think about it." Saul warned, pressing the barrel against Girav's forehead. The former marine glanced at Krieger, "What do you wanna do with him? Waste him?"

"No." Krieger shook his head. "Take his cuffs, restrain him, and then get the girl out of that car."

Walter's tall frame kneeled, grabbing the restraints attached to the officer's belt.

Krieger lit the cigarette and then placed it between his lips, smoke immediately bellowed from his nostrils. He smirked, "So, what did you do with this child, huh? You took her from her parents?"

The Lieutenant refused to answer as Walter activated the restraints, binding the turian's wrists together. Krieger then watched as his two assistants hoisted the turian to his feet and grabbed the girl from the car. She screamed and thrashed as Saul grabbed her tiny arm and dragged her towards a fourth man, who quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Leave her alone!" The turian shouted, making a turn for the girl. "She's just a kid!"

Walter forced the Lieutenant backwards, "We're taking her back to her people. Humans, a species that doesn't sell each other out because of bad blood and politics."

Before Girav could even think of a reply, his radio crackled to life.

"Hey, LT? Where are you? You're still not back here yet, please respond."

It was Zynn.

Krieger merely maintained his grin, "Go on, answer."

Mandibles flaring, Girav readied to give out the distress code. Just one simple word that signified danger that would threaten the station's security. He felt the barrel Saul's shotgun pressing against the back of his skull.

"Don't even think about uttering the word 'Luna', I'll blow your head off."

"Shit!" Girav spat, fire in his voice as he shouted at the human in front of him, still casually smoking. "How the hell do you know that?"

The only response was smoke being blown in his face and a haughty little nod from Krieger. Girav growled and snapped his teeth before pressing a finger to his ear, "Ran into some trouble with the girl, Zynn. Everything's fine. Stay at your post…" He hesitated for a moment, feeling the cold barrel press harder against him. "…Lieutenant Allud out."

With that, Krieger merely smothered his cancer stick on the Lieutenant's shoulder plate and turned, nodding into the crowd. He glanced once more at the officer before speaking aloud, "All units, 'Peasant' is a go," Krieger paused, contented with the words passing from his lips. "Let's take back our homes."

Krieger then climbed into the driver's seat of Girav's car and fired up the engines, the vehicle lazily lifted off the ground.

"Thank you for your vehicle, Lieutenant." A coldness fell over Krieger's eyes as he stared at Saul and nodded towards the captive officer. "Kill him."

He slammed the door shut as blue gore spattered against the window like paint.

"This is unit Three-six! We are under heavy fire south of Deck Twelve. Multiple shooters, all appear to be human. Be aware, they are shooting at officers and unarmed civilians alike. Repeat, they're shooting civilians."

Zynn hissed a curse as another bullet punched a hole through his car, bouncing off his kinetic barrier. He shakily forced another heat sink into his shotgun, before wildly jumping up to fire towards a pair of human males with rifles. He was met with a quick rebuttal of lead, forcing him back into his deteriorating cover.

"Shit." Zynn placed a talon to his ear. "Girav? Girav! I need somebody over here," he glanced at Kaza and then towards the dead officer slumped over on the floor not too far away. "Me and my rookie can't hold out forever, man!"

Suddenly, the hostile shots ceased and the sound of footsteps retreating quickly followed. Kaza, acting like a brash varren, jumped up at this and kept firing until his rifle overheated. He then switched to his pistol and screamed as he fired again and again, "Yeah! You damn monkeys better run!"

"They're not running." Zynn sighed as he let his spent weapon fall to the ground. "They're taking strategic points all over the Point. They know that we're not much of a threat anymore."

"What's their endgame? Why are they killin' civvies?"

Standing up, Zynn looked upon the now barren Deck 8 of Kyrix Point. Barren of life, anyways. There were plenty of bodies. Human, asari, and turian corpses littered everywhere like leaves fallen from a tree, blood pooling and mixing in with others. The Sergeant clicked his mandibles and whispered back, "You're askin' the wrong man, kid. I don't know what they want."

His eyes drifted towards the upper levels, where human rebels, if he could call them that, were storming a transport craft. They came out moments later, a long line of people who had just boarded were now being forced off. Slowly, his vision locked onto an object, or lack thereof, about a hundred and a half meters down their current deck. Where Girav's car should've been, wasn't. Zynn's heart skipped a beat.

The Lieutenant never ran, and would never abandon a post.

He activated his radio, "Unit One-nine, come in." Silence. "Unit Four-twenty to Unit One-nine, come in."

Starting at a brisk march, the Sergeant hailed the fellow turian again as a confused drell kept up. "Lieutenant, respond!"

Silence.

He began to run, not caring of the bodies he stepped over, the blood the stained his boots. "Girav! Spirits be damned you better respond right the hell now!"

Silence.

His feet carried him into a dead sprint, the rookie barely managed to keep up behind him.

And then he stopped, instantaneously. The armor was a dead giveaway. C-Sec Blue, the silver stripe of a Lieutenant going down both arms, and the scarred shoulder pauldrons from a psychopath who had a grenade on him two years back.

Zynn's throat tightened, his heart thumped loudly in his ears. He fell to one knee, unable to breathe, unable to think. All he could hear was Girav's radio, a few feet away.

"…multiple fires have started across the Jayatta Ward! I need Emergency Response teams down here now!"

"…opened fire! Repeat, several humans have opened f-"

"Stay the hell out of Tayseri Ward! All officers make a fallback towards the Upper Ward, we have established a field HQ at Gavin's Keep on Third and…"

"What the hell is going on!"

"Security breach, security breach! Onaga Point has been taken by unknown hostile forces…"

"Send…Send a Emergency Response team d-down here…I'm hit…bleedin' real bad…"

"All units, the Citadel is experiencing a full on revolt and is under attack. I repeat, the Citadel is under attack!"

Peace.

Again my sincerest apologies for being MIA for so long, hopefully you enjoyed and I plan to bring out chapters with regularity again soon.