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Well... What to say... I'm sorry?
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Chapter 18!
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With only a slight bump and jostle for the APC's inhabitants, the Mako rolled to a gentle stop in the middle of the cargo bay.
As soon as the Mako had touched down, the comms within blared out, "Clean landing Commander. Everything looks good on my end."
Shepard nodded his head absentmindedly as he began to unbuckle himself, "Alright Joker. Seal up the bay doors, and get us back to the relay, ASAP."
"Aye aye Commander."
A comfortable silence followed thereafter, with the bay doors closing, and Tuntau's bleak surroundings being literally shut out.
The Mako had been able to enter the Normandy's cargo bay safely by passing through a Mass Effect field, acting as a membrane of sorts.
It was fascinating to contemplate, the ability to enter and exit a cargo bay without having to shut it off to personnel not equipped for atmospheric changes.
Before the commander could continue that line of thought, Joker decided to interrupt the silence, "So, did you get Big Red's pyjamas? Have they got little pretty pictures on them?"
Chris snickered lightly before replying, "Yeah, Wrex got what he needed."
That was when a low, anger fuelled, guttural growl emanated from the Krogan mercenary.
Shepard looked at Wrex in confusion, before Wrex raised a gauntleted fist in the air, indicating silence from the human.
The commander suddenly caught on with what was happening, going from snickering to chuckling as he looked upon the toothy grin that had split Wrex's face.
'Krogan's like to tease as well, huh? This should be fun!'
"And... I think Wrex is planning on coming up to the cockpit, just to show you his pyjamas. After all, we did just clear out a base full of mercs... I'm sure he'd love to tell you all about it."
There was silence on the comm for a moment.
"He heard me say they were pyjamas ... Didn't he?"
Without giving the commander a chance to answer, Wrex spoke, his voice booming in the confined space.
With the way Wrex spoke, keeping his tone completely serious, Chris could have sworn he may well have been an excellent actor one day.
Maybe even worthy of the Elcor's version of Hamlet.
"I did. I have no idea what 'pyjamas' are, but you better pray to your gods that the elevator's extremely slow. Otherwise... I'll show you why Krogan's have respect for their armor, pyjak."
Again, silence reigned on the comm.
There was a slight crackle, before a slightly higher pitched Joker came back on:
"Yeah, so... What's Krogan for 'I'm sorry?'"
Wrex tried his best to suppress his laughter, only allowing a dark chuckle to emanate from his maw, "There isn't a word for that. To be sorry is to be weak. Krogan aren't weak."
Silence.
"Ahh... Well... I'll just uhh, get back to flying the ship then. You know, before I get broken into thousands of tiny pieces."
By this time Chris had kept a constant smile on his face as he watched Wrex keep his fake anger in place, "Good. Keep it that way."
A pregnant pause filled the space for a moment, before Shepard softly chuckled:
"Huh. I guess that means 'apology accepted', Joker."
Joker's voice was slightly subdued, but no worse for wear, "Here's hoping. I'll speak to you in a bit Commander."
"Speak to you later, Joker."
With that, the comm clicked and died out, leaving a smiling Krogan and a surprised human.
Shepard said nothing to Wrex, and Wrex said nothing to Shepard.
They could both tell that the other had nothing else to say.
And that was perfectly fine by them.
As the commander opened the Mako's hatch, he closed his eyes for just a moment, inhaling deeply through his nose.
It was a little ritual that he had adopted after Elysium.
Appreciate the little things in life.
Like artificial gravity, recycled air, and the pungent smell of sweat and oil.
The little things mattered. They meant you were still alive, still able to feel, still able to live.
And so, when possible, the commander would take just a moment to appreciate the fact that he was still alive.
When the commander slowly opened his eyes again, he couldn't help the smile that split his lips.
Stood in front of him were Kaidan and Ashley, conversing with one another; Liara was stood somewhat close by, to the left of Kaidan, speaking with one of the Devil Jumpers. Sergeant Rohan to be precise. And to the right of Ashley stood Tali and Garrus, the two simply chatting idly, their attentions seemingly elsewhere.
This was too good an opportunity to miss.
'Show-time!'
The commander altered his face, from his fairly relaxed and happy demeanor, to a fake, sour expression.
"ATTENSHUN!"
The order was bellowed straight from Shepard's gut, raw power lacing every letter.
In a split instant the members of the ground team, and indeed the other Alliance personnel in the cargo bay, stood to attention. The non-human members of the ground team attempted to mimic their peers, either to show their respect to their commanding officer, or to make sure they didn't look like jackasses.
"AT EASE!"
Chris was internally grinning like a lunatic, but externally, his face looked as fearsome as the storm that had buffeted the mercenary base.
Stomping towards Kaidan, Chris didn't let up, "What the hell are you all playing at?! Your commanding officer's just returned, and you all just decided to stand around and talk! This is NOT how Alliance personnel act!"
As everybody in the cargo bay looked like scalded children, Shepard could not keep his facade up any longer.
With a massive grin, Chris bellowed once more, "I mean, where's my red carpet and trumpets for Christ's sake?!"
As most of the Alliance personnel presented a confused expression, Kaidan did not miss a beat. Coming into a salute, the Lieutenant spoke clearly and confidently, "My apologies, Commander. If we'd known when you were to make your arrival, we would have given you a twenty-one bottle salute."
Shepard was taken aback for a moment, before he regained his composure, "Do we actually have that? Don't tease me here Kaidan!"
Laughter broke out in the cargo bay, with Kaidan having to raise his voice to be heard, "Unfortunately, while you were with Wrex, I decided to organise a get-together. There's none left!"
"You bastard..." Chris growled playfully as he clapped Kaidan on the shoulder.
By this time, everybody had realised that the commander was simply fooling around, and had regained their usual activities. Some marines began to start up conversations with others, and the ground team members seemed to be invigorated, going about their conversations with a renewed enthusiasm, with periods of laughter ringing out in the cargo bay.
Wrex had made his way out of the Mako, the footlocker containing his prize under his left arm, before setting it down near his resting area. The Krogan was reluctant at first to try and socialise, but after some encouragement from the commander, Wrex began to tell some of the more eager marines a few stories, leaving them in awe.
Liara had finished her conversation with Sergeant Rohan, and had walked over to talk with Shepard. Again, their conversation consisted of idle chatter, but Chris had Liara laughing and giggling for most of it. She expressed her concern for the human commander, with Chris merely shrugging it off, joking about past missions where he had nearly died but was still here today.
Once Liara had been content with her fill of Shepard, she said her pleasantries before excusing herself, stating that she needed some rest.
After Liara had been seen off to the elevator, Shepard simply began to mingle with some of the marines. He spoke of how the mission went, what went right and subsequently what went wrong. He got a few laughs out of the incident from some of the senior marines, especially from the Devil Jumpers about the mods in his sniper rifle, but he was generally content to just talk about idle things. It was a nice change of pace.
The commander got to learn more about his marines, learning that most of them had loved ones back home, either on Earth or on some of the Alliance's colonies. Sergeant Rohan for example had only recently become a father to a little girl back on Earth. He and his Asari wife had always wanted to start a family, and he explained that "now was as good a time as any". When one marine mentioned the differences in life spans, the Sergeant simply smiled in response, stating that instead of looking at the "sorrows of the future", it was better to look at the "joys of the present".
There was silence for a moment in the conversation, the marines all exploring the significance of that simple statement. For the commander, that merely reiterated his previous beliefs: enjoy the little things.
Of course, the fairly glum mood did not last for long, with one marine asking whether the tendrils on top of an Asari's head acted as their 'hair'. Laughs and chuckles were passed all around, and the commander left his marines to their devices.
After this, Kaidan and Ashley had come over and were quizzing their commander on what had happened, and what they were to do next. Ashley, like Liara, expressed her concern as well. But again, the commander shrugged those worries off. Kaidan was not as blunt as Ashley in her questioning, but he too expressed some concern.
Part way through their conversation, Chris' leg began to play up again; searing hot pain burning through his nerves. This time however, the commander was able to mask his pain to some extent, so much so that the two marines did not notice the commander's subtle winces.
After another period of revelry and conversation, the two marines excused themselves from their commander's presence, Kaidan stating that he had some paperwork to be getting on with, and Ashley's statement of "Guns don't clean themselves you know", being seemingly sufficient.
For a moment afterwards, the commander stood on his own.
Closing his eyes again, the commander tried to slow his heart rate down with slow breathing, the pain becoming excruciating.
After a while, the pain started to abate... Especially after an application of medi-gel as well. Just in case.
That brief respite did not last long however, with Garrus and Tali making their way over.
By now, Chris' eyes began to get heavy with sleep, his arms and legs aching for rest, and his senses dulled from fatigue.
Still, Chris doubled his efforts and gritted his teeth, holding his ground for just a few more minutes. He would make the time to talk to his squad mates.
Tali was the worst out of the ground team members for expressing her concerns, stating that "It didn't feel right being up on the Normandy" whilst Shepard was "down on the ground". Her worries however, were actually more endearing for the commander for some unknown reason. For Chris, it was nice to know that Tali was worried about him. It just seemed to hold a lot more significance.
Garrus added his own contributions of concern as well. Although not as strong as Tali's contribution, Chris couldn't help but tiredly smile.
These 'aliens' treated him as if he were part of their own family, with genuine care for his well being. Shepard didn't know if that was because they relied on him for other purposes, but in his tired state of mind, it was nice to think that they cared about the man underneath the suit of armor.
To care about the real Shepard.
For the orphan, that was difficult to comprehend at first, but it was a beautiful feeling, to feel wanted.
However, the commander's mind was simply too tired to attempt to fathom the true significance of his squad mates concerns.
All he wanted to do was crawl up in his bed, and have at least one dreamless night of sleep.
With that thought in mind, Shepard politely excused himself from Garrus and Tali, the latter seeming very disappointed at not being able to talk longer, and the former remaining somewhat impassive.
As Shepard started to hobble his way towards the elevator, his armor weighing on his body like an immense weight, and his leg limiting his movement, Garrus rushed across quickly.
Before Garrus could even speak, the elevator had arrived.
Shepard slowly stepped in, his pain increasing with every step. Once in, he turned to face his squadmate.
Although Turian's are naturally stoic, the commander could easily tell something was plaguing Garrus.
Without any words being passed, Shepard beckoned for Garrus to join him.
The Turian hastily stepped past the threshold of the elevator, just before the doors were about to close.
With a jolt, the elevator began to ascend.
"Spit it out, Garrus. What's the problem?" Chris suddenly asked.
A heavy sigh could be heard from his companion, before Garrus' sub-harmonics trilled involuntarily. A sound that Chris would be able to later associate with worry or anger.
"I need to ask a favour of you Commander... It's quite a big one."
"What is it?"
Another heavy sigh, before Garrus responded, "What I'm about to ask won't make any sense if you don't know the context..."
Chris leaned against one of the walls of the elevator, before nodding his head, "We've got time. These elevators take forever anyway, and if it helps you with your problem then I'm completely fine with it."
Garrus' expression changed from worried and anxious, to a passionate, yet serious one, "Okay. Back when I first became a senior detective in C-Sec, my first investigation was concerned with the black trade market on the Citadel. With some digging into the subject, C-Sec learnt that there was an increase in trade of body parts; organs mostly. Now, we usually get a few of those but the numbers we were seeing were unlike anything we'd ever seen before. It was extremely strange to say the least."
Garrus was about to continue, but Chris held his hand up for a moment, his senses somewhat relieved due to another dose of medi-gel to his leg, "Wait... You said that this has happened before?"
"Yeah. In my first year as a junior detective, I ran into an Elcor diplomat that was hacking people up and selling their organs. Of course, that had the whole ward in a frenzied panic, but that case was as clear-cut as you can get."
"I'm guessing this problem you have isn't as clear-cut then?" Chris asked knowingly.
Garrus nodded his head, before he replied, "Precisely. It turns out there was more going on behind-the-scenes."
"Okay... So how did you figure it out then?"
"Well, I got my hands on a liver sample and I ran some tests."
"And?"
"The match that I got turned out to be from a Turian on Shalta ward. When I went to investigate further, I found out that the Turian was still alive, and he was extremely adamant that he hadn't lost his liver."
"Heh. Figures..."
"Yeah well, I did some more digging into this Turian's background and it turns out that he used to work for a Salarian geneticist. Dr Saleon."
"Go on."
"I went to explore this 'Dr Saleon's' lab. When I got there, I was expecting to find plenty of evidence; organs and such."
"I'm guessing you didn't find anything then?"
"Spirits... Not even a Krogan testicle. There were a couple of workers there, but that was it. The place was literally spotless. Not a single shred of evidence to point towards any illegal activity."
Silence reigned for a moment before the commander began to laugh. After a few moments, Shepard stopped himself, just enough for him to ask his question, "Wait, wait, wait... Krogan testicle? You have got to be shitting me!"
Garrus chuckled slightly as well before he replied, "Trust me, I'm not. Some Krogan believe that testicle transplants can increase their fertility; counteract the effects of the genophage. Of course, it doesn't work. But, that doesn't stop them from buying them. They'll pay up to ten-thousand credits each; forty-thousand for a full set. Someone's making a fortune out there."
Chris' mind drew a blank at that fact, but that didn't stop Garrus from continuing:
"So anyway, I brought some of his 'employees' in for a talk. While I was 'interviewing' one of them, I caught something."
"What?"
"One of the detainees started bleeding profusely. I offered to get him medical assistance, but he freaked out. After that, I ordered a full inspection of his body. Turns out, this guy had multiple incisions. Some of them fresh, and some completely healed. That was the turning point."
"What do you mean?"
"He wasn't just using them as workers. They were test-tubes; walking, living test tubes!"
That was when the metaphorical penny dropped for the commander, "Hang on a minute. Are you telling me this 'Dr Saleon' was growing parts inside of people?!"
"That's exactly what I'm saying. He cloned their organs right inside their bodies, then he harvested them before selling them for a profit. Most of his victims were extremely poor. He would pay them a small percentage of the sales, but only if the organs were good. Sometimes an organ wouldn't grow properly, so he'd just leave it in there. Most of them were a complete mess, but only on the inside."
"Fuck... I hope he got what he deserved."
"That's the worst part, we never caught him."
"What?! What do you mean you didn't fucking catch him?!"
"The bastard ran-"
Garrus was about to continue, but stumbled slightly, the words not coming to him.
Chris made a mental note of that slip-up, before Garrus quickly regained his composure, "He ran, blew his lab, kidnapped some of his 'employees', and took off at the spaceport. He threatened to kill the hostages if we didn't let him go."
"You went after him anyway, right?"
"I ordered the Citadel Defence Fleet to shoot him down, but C-Sec countermanded my order. They were worried about the hostages, about casualties from both within the ship and on the Citadel if the ship was destroyed. I told them that the hostages were dead anyway, but they didn't listen."
"I have to admit, when you consider the collateral damage that could have been caused... It would have been one hell of a decision to make. However, I would have chosen to at least disable it..."
"That's what C-Sec said. They tried to send a frigate after it, but by the time it had arrived, Saleon had made it to the relay."
There was a pregnant pause, before Garrus finished, "After that, I went to see Executor Palin. I told him what I thought of him and his policies. He said that if I didn't like it, I could quit. Spirits... I nearly took him up on his offer. All they had to do was disable the ship, destroy it even, just to stop him from running. Maybe the hostages die, but at least I could have stopped the bastard."
Chris was silent for a moment, before he started to shake his head, "What aren't you telling me Garrus?"
Again, silence reigned in the extremely slow elevator.
Before the Turian could answer, the elevator finally reached its destination.
Without any words being spoken, Chris hobbled out of the elevator before heading towards his quarters. Garrus merely followed.
In just a moment, the red holographic lock of the Captain's cabin turned green, with the commander and Garrus stepping through the threshold.
The duo continued there silence for just a moment, before Chris instructed the Turian to sit down.
Doing as he was told, Garrus tried to make himself as comfortable as possible as he sat in a chair that had been clearly designed for Asari and Humans.
The commander disappeared into his bathroom, before appearing a few moments later, his casual uniform and dog tags donned. In one hand, Shepard held a clear glass filled with water, and in the other, he held two fairly large grey pills.
Garrus said nothing as Shepard sat down opposite him. The commander placed the two pills in his mouth, before the glass of water was downed moments later.
A quiet, 'fucking horse pills' could be heard moments later, but Garrus did not say anything. He didn't even know what a 'horse' was.
The two were silent for a moment longer, before Shepard spoke once more, "So, I'll ask again. What aren't you telling me Garrus?"
An audible sigh escaped the Turian's mouth, before his sub-harmonics trilled again.
All of a sudden, Chris could feel anger and extreme sorrow emanating from Garrus, the emotions seeming to physically linger in the air between them.
"I-I don't want to talk about it Commander..."
"Bullshit. I'm not taking no for an answer. If you want me to do you this favour, then you'll be up front with me." Chris didn't mean to sound so harsh, but those painkillers tasted like absolute shit...
Garrus seemed to close in on himself, with his eyes taking on a distant quality.
Shepard was about to ask again, before Garrus did something the commander had not expected.
Raising one of his shaky hands, Garrus began to remove his eye piece.
The commander's eyes went wide as the Turian moved towards him.
Once the two were side by side; Garrus, with a taloned, gauntleted finger, pointed to a specific inscription on the side of the device.
To Chris, the inscription on the side of the eye piece seemed to be just a few scratches, but when Garrus motioned for the commander's omni-tool, a sense of clarity began to spread in Shepard's mind.
The omni-tool sprang up, before Chris moved it over the scratches. In just a second, the omni-tool presented a translation.
A single word had appeared.
"Alexia..." Chris softly murmured, before his emerald eyes gazed towards Garrus' form.
"Alexia." Garrus rasped.
"Who was she?"
"She was my partner."
The room's atmosphere was thick with tension, before Chris asked the only question that came to mind.
"Was she special to you?"
Garrus' sub-harmonics trilled once more, with his mandibles stretching themselves outwards.
Once Garrus' piercing grey eyes met Chris', he growled his response, "Yes. She was... She wasn't just my C-Sec partner, she was MY partner. She was the one who helped me investigate Saleon, and she paid the price for it... She was a good Turian to the core, and I loved her for it. She was just right for me..."
Suddenly, memories began to hit Chris' mental flood barriers. Bad memories, painful memories... Memories of Lucy.
With an unknown surge of emotional control, Chris reigned in his memories, preventing them from altering him.
Garrus, however, did not have that amount of emotional control.
The Turian's mandibles began to flex, whilst his fists began to ball themselves up involuntarily.
Chris placed a reassuring hand on Garrus' shoulder, before he softly whispered, "Why did you stumble when you mentioned the lab, Garrus?"
"That was where she died. That was where I should have died... She sacrificed herself to make sure I lived."
"What do you mean?"
"Saleon had set a bomb in his lab, hoping to eliminate any remaining shreds of evidence. Alexia and I had got there first, hoping to catch Saleon before he fled. When we'd entered, we found some of his employees. Driven crazy by pain, they tried to attack us. We escaped narrowly, but that was what Saleon had wanted all along. They were simply a distraction. When we got to the back of the lab, and we'd found the bomb, there wasn't any time to try and defuse it... That's when..."
Garrus choked up, his emotions getting the better of him. His head fell into his hands, with his eye piece simply clattering to the floor.
Chris could only look upon his squad mate- No, his friend- with understanding and pity, "She sacrificed herself to make sure you lived... An act of pure love."
"She gave her life for mine... She pushed me out of the closest window, before she was caught in the explosion radius. I fell for what felt like an age before I hit the ground. The pain was nothing for what I'd just lost. And I can't even avenge her..."
That was when Chris' mind was made up.
He knew exactly what needed to be done.
With a subtle movement, the commander lowered himself down to pick up Garrus' eye piece, before raising himself from his chair. In one hand he held his friends memories, in the other, he offered help and assistance, his hand outstretched for his grieving friend.
"Come on, Garrus. We've got a date with this Salarian fucker."
Garrus' eyes snapped upwards from his seated position, before his reply stumbled out of his mouth, "W-What?"
"I said we're going to find this motherfucker, and we're going to make him pay. You get what I'm saying?"
Garrus' eyes seemed to take on a completely new quality. Instead of regret and resignation, a fierce fire burned within his grey orbs.
Without a moment's hesitation, Garrus clasped his taloned hand with the commander's, taking the offered assistance.
"So. Where do we start with trying to find him then?" Chris asked, a fierce determination in place.
He knew exactly what Garrus was feeling. Regret, sadness, and the worst feeling of all: being helpless. Chris couldn't avenge Lucy on X57 with Balak's blood, but if he could help his friend by spilling the blood of another? That was just another good days work.
"You don't have to worry about that Commander. I've been asking around for months now, but no-one had anything. That is, until a few days ago. A contact of mine sent me a set of transponder codes. They provide co-ordinates for his current location. He's currently in the Herschel System of the Kepler Verge, aboard a Kowloon class ship, the MSV Fedele,owned by Dr R. Hart. The bastard sure has a sick sense of humour..."
"Are you sure it's him Garrus?"
"I'd stake my life on it."
"Good. Go up to Joker and give him the navigation information. Tell him that it's a priority, and for him to gun it."
"Understood, Commander." Garrus said passionately, his eagerness driving him towards the door already.
"And Garrus?" Chris said, stopping the Turian in his tracks.
"Yes Commander?"
"Stop addressing me as Commander. Shepard will suffice at the very least. I'm not taking any more of this shit, you hear me? If we're going to do this, at least show me the courtesy of being more than just a cold commanding officer."
Garrus was silent for a moment, his omni-tool now searching on the extranet for terms to address humans by. There was a specific one that Garrus took an instant liking to:
"Understood... Boss."
"Boss huh? Not bad Garrus... It has a nice ring to it. Now get going. We're going to find this Saleon, and give him exactly what he deserves."
"A bullet between the eyes?" Garrus said with a Turian smirk.
Chris had turned away by now, facing towards his bed, a vicious smirk placed on his lips as he replied, "You're too nice for your own good Vakarian."
Garrus appeared to be satisfied with that answer, as he quickly left the Captain's quarters, leaving Chris alone with his thoughts.
After standing for a moment, the commander promptly stripped himself of his attire before climbing into his bed.
Before the commander drifted off into a hopefully dreamless sleep, he checked to make sure the side-arm underneath his pillow was engaged, and the one behind his lamp was within reaching distance.
Once done, there was only one last thing to do.
Chris kissed Lucy's dog-tags, before reciting one of Lucy's favourite poems: Tears Idle Tears, by Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Again, it was one of Chris' rituals:
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
With Chris' quiet recital over, he turned onto his side, and fell asleep.
It is always best to appreciate the little things.
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