Hello Everyone, Reader Here! I'm gonna put the notes on the bottom, so lets get straight into the story! Thanks, end Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MASS EFFECT OR STAR WARS!

Chapter 8: Interlude II

New Galactic Republic, Coruscant, Jedi Temple, David Anderson, 45 ABY

David Anderson sat in mediation in his bedroom within the upper levels of Jedi temple. The room was very simplistic, reflecting the Jedi's way of life with its lack of any sort of luxury. There was a single padded meditation chair in the center of the room where he sat, a neatly made single person bed in the corner and a long couch that sat under a large window that gazed out to the darkening Coruscant skyline.

His eyes were closed and his hand were firmly placed on his lap. This was the time that a Jedi used in order to immerse themselves in the force and further their connection to it. Alongside this, mediation had many benefits such as clearing ones mind, healing and even in some cases, allowed for a person to gaze into the future. Mediation was a key concept of the order and was one of the first thing a Jedi youngling was taught, even before they were taught to use a lightsaber or use the force in the way most people thought of it.

Anderson wished to clear his mind of the many issues that had taken hold recently and of older problems that clouded his mind. Ever since the bombshell of the first contact between the Republic and the wider galaxy, the jobs of the Jedi order seemed to increase tenfold. Although he was but at the time a newly initiated Jedi knight at the downfall of the Republic and the old Jed order, he remembered hearing about how busy the Jedi were during the Separatist war, remembering the very few missions he went on before the issue of order 66. He only wished he had been blessed with his masters patience.

The sounds of a buzzer brought him back to reality as it appeared someone needed him. He reached down and pressed a button on the side of his seat, which opened up a panel in the floor and revealed a hologram of a certain blue friend of his.

"Good evening Hannah." he said with a small smile.

"The same to you David.", she said with a smile as she paused and looked over him and took a more concerned look, "You look like shit, you alright?"

"Yeah, just same old crap. With all the work that's been piled onto me by the council mixed in with my lack of sleep and my difficulty meditating recently has been taking a toll on me" he said with a tired face. The dark circles and bags under his eyes made the lack of sleep clearly evident.

"If this is not a good time I can-" she began but was interrupted when Anderson raised his hand.

"It's fine, I can always carve out time for my dearest friend. Its only dusk, so I should be able to get a couple hours of sleep tonight. So tell me, what do need?" he said with renewed energy. She only sighed in response but had a smile on her face.

"Thank you. Its an issue that I recently have discovered at the docks that I could use some help with." she somewhat nervously said.

Anderson had remembered that after the brief war with the Turians, Hannah had requested to be moved to an auxiliary job planet side, stating that she wanted a break from the stress and anxiety of being an Admiral. And so she was moved to being the head of Coruscants main spaceport. This job entailed supervising the staff that maintained security, both the soldiers and the small navy that protected it, and also logging the various ships that came into and out of the port. Although this wouldn't seem as a job befitting an admiral, it was quite a task when considering that it was the main spaceport to the galaxies largest city and capital of the New Galactic Republic.

"What's the issue?" he responded with curiosity. Issues that would involve the port were usually taken to the government, so he assumed that whats was going to ask was something she wished to keep hidden.

"I discovered something strange when I went over this weeks reports of what would be leaving the port. I found that a large quantity of Tibanna gas is being shipped to the outer world colony of Malikoh III, a smaller ended colony that makes money by mostly farming and mining. Although this would seem normal for most planets, it appeared suspicious to me on why such a volatile material is being sent to the middle of nowhere." she said with look of confusion. Anderson pondered the idea for a moment.

"Didn't you say that the colony makes credits by mining? It's to my knowledge that Tibanna gas is used in mining operations to clear away rubble." he said. In response she nodded.

"While it is true that mining operations do use a form of Tibanna gas to make into explosives to be used in mines, the type that is being shipped is the gas in its raw form, which requires a refinery to turn it into a usable substance. According to a report I read about the planet, there are no known refineries on the planet. Which leads me to suspect something else is at work here." she said.

It did seem strange to Anderson. Why send an unusable product to a planet that wouldn't need it? And in such a large quantity? He understood why it needed an investigation, but he still did't understand why she needed his help.

"And where do I fit into this? Why not take it to the Transportation and Commerce Department, shouldn't they be able to help you?" he said questioningly. She looked down as if she was embarrassed or ashamed.

"Using the information I gathered, it appears that the officials at the T.C.D is working with whoever these people are. Looking over the shipment records of the ships past trades, it shows that every one has been approved with little effort. It also leads me to believe that those working at the actual docks are either not doing their jobs or are being paid off. That's why I need your help on this" she said nervously.

He could see that his friend was distressed by this. Her face was downcast and her arms and legs were slightly shaky. Having known her for so long, he could easily read that she needed help.

"Alright, what do you need me to do?" he said eagerly. She looked at him with gleeful eyes.

"Thanks Andy, I appreciate this. I have been denied access to board the ship, so we need to do it with stealth. The shipment will be leaving in two days, so i wish to do it tomorrow so there will be less people to deal with" she said as Anderson nodded in acknowledgment, "I'll contact you later with the details. For now, you get some sleep. Its gonna be along day tomorrow." she said.

"Understood ma'am." he said with a mock salute. She laughed lightly before the two said their goodbyes and hung up, her hologram quickly faded away.

He sat in place for a moment before standing up and stretched. He had been sitting for a good 4 hours, so his legs felt numb and ached in slight pain. Before walking over to his bed he removed his lightsaber from his belt and placed it where was previously meditating. Laying in bed, his back felt a relief so good as if he had been standing for an eternity. Slowly his vision faded and quickly fell asleep.

Next Day, Coruscant Docks, Night

The Jedi and Chiss kneeled at the window that overlooked the docks. Hannah was armed armed with a high powered PG-H6 Rifle. After the war with the contact war, the New Republic saw it necessary that the weapons and armor used by soldiers would need to be upgraded.

PG-H6 rifle was engineered to mix the benefits of the versatility and cheap production cost of the old E-11 blaster and the accuracy and of the power of the rebellions signature A280 rifle. This product has the best of both worlds, but at a cost the base weapon was heavier and was generally used by snipers or designated marksmen, while another model rifle called AGS-10 was used by regular troops.

Her rifle was enhanced with an extended barrel and a long sniper scored. She wore her officer uniform that included a blast plate for her chest and a large pauldron on her arm.

The Jedi Master was dresse in his standard set of robes with his trusty light saber attached at his hip.

"It's that ship?" he said while pointing to the large trappers frigate that sat at the end of the dock the were in. Hannah nodded as she raised her rifle and aimed towards the ship.

Guarding the ships were guards dressed in causal clothing and were using a variety of blaster pistols and scatter guns. They patrolled in squads of 2 to 3 and quickly made their way around the ships exterior.

"I see just about 15 guards on the outside. I need you to get inside the ship, get to the database and hack into the ships network. From there, search for any incriminating evidence that would lead us to know who or what is buying that Tibanna has." she spoke quietly.

Anderson nodded and was just about to leave when she called out to him.

As he said this he jumped down from the window and used the force to slow the fall. He moved around the corners of large metallic crates and avoided the ports night security. It wasn't long till he reached the ships docking area, it being filled with workers moved large grey containers of what he assumed was the Tibanna gas. Tibanna gas, when in its natural form, is extremely volatile and can cause massive damage to the surrounding area if not contained properly or if it is detonated on purpose. Standing on either side of the ships entry were two armed security guards, and from the looks of it there was no way around.

Anderson pulled out his holo-communicator and held it out in front of him. Pressing a button, he waited a few seconds before a miniature hologram of Hannah was on.

"Hannah, can you stun the two guards in front of the door?" he whispered.

"Sure, just make sure you move them quickly so the workers don't see them." she replied. He snickered a bit.

"Take me for an amateur?" he said smugly. Hannah sighed and cut the connection.

After a few moments a stifled stun shot was fired at one of the guards, who's body twitched and fell to the ground with a thud. The other guard was alarmed and was about to call for back up, but was quickly cut off when another shot came from the chiss sharpshooter and he fell to the ground. The Jedi quickly moved to the fallen guard and dragged them into the ship.

Within the ship he looked around for an area to stash the guards. Looking around he spotted a nearby closet that appeared to be unused. He dashed to the door and opened it, gently placing the guards inside before closing it.

"Now its time for the real fun to begin..." he said with annoyance. He pulled out his holo-communicator and pulled up a map of the ship he was given from Hannah. From what he could tell, he was currently in the cargo bay and would need to go through the crew quarters and then through the armory to get to the ships mainframe. Putting it away he moved to the shadows and slowly made his way to the exit of the current bay he was in.

10 Minutes Later

As he made it to the crew quarters he looked around and was slightly confused. He saw rifle that appeared very familiar on a bed near him. Slowly walking to it, he picked it up and instantly recognized the shape and symbols on it. The rifle was e standard issue rifle of the Turian Hierarchy.

"Why the hell is this here...?" he questioned aloud. Hierarchy and almost all mass effect weapons were much less powerful than blaster weapons. What a burst of weapon fire from a mass effect weapon rifle could be done in in just one shot from most blaster weapons. That could only mean a very few things.

Looking around the quarters he noticed a great deal more clues that started to paint a picture in his mind. In the lockers were sets of Turian armor. On a nearby table was the leftovers of Turian food. On the walls were Turian propaganda posters and writing in the Turian language.

"How the hell did the Turians get this far into Republic space?" he pondered. One of the great defenses of Coruscant and much of Republic space was the lack of use of the mass relays, which were relied upon by the Citadel Council races for the use of entering hyperspace and tasking great distance. Because of his there should be no way a Turian ship, which relies on the mass relays, to be at the heart of the New Galactic Republic, because the fact there were no active relays in Republic space.

As he was thinking he heard loud footsteps coming in his direction. Quickly he dove for a nearby table and waited. Peeking over the top he saw two armed Turian soldiers walking towards him. He grabbed his lightsaber but did not activate it, hoping that they would just walk away. But instead they just stood and place and began to talk.

Within the teachings of the Jedi order, staying calm was the most essential aspect when in a dangerous situation. However, Anderson was never really one to have mastered that ability.

Jumping out of cover he ignited his lightsaber and slashed at the Turians leg so it wouldn't fully cut it off, but it would immobilize it for long enough for him to send a no-lethal attack.

The bird - like mammalian fell to the ground with a loud hissing noise as the other Turian was too stunned by the sudden attack to do anything. He sent a spring punch to the downed Turians head and knocked it out cold. He sent sent a sweeping leg kick that knocked over the other Turian and repeated the process.

In a blink of an eye the fight was over and the two Turians laid unconscious.

'This just added a whole load of questions on top of the ones we already have.' he said in his mind. He moved the bodies into the small lockers under the beds and retreated from the crew quarters and into the armory.

He pulled out communicator and pressed a button for audio only, still moving quickly among the racks of weapons.

"Hannah, I think this job has taken a new twist." he said in a voice barley above a whisper.

"What do you mean?" she said with her voice filled obvious confusion.

"It appears our Turian friends have been getting rides into Republic space. There's a whole crew of them hiding down here, I just fought two of them and it appears that there are over 30, give or take." he replied. He could hear the complete sense of annoyance and fatigue in the groan she made.

"I'm already feeling a headache coming on. I'll call the Coruscant Guard to apprehend the ship and the crew. But for now I need you to continue to head for the mainframe before they can wipe anything." she said.

"Got it." he replied before cutting off the connection.

Reaching the door to what he assumed was the entrance to the ships main computer, it didn't open, so he held out his hand and used the force to open them. Inside he saw a great many servers lined up on either side of the relatively small room. Pulling out a large device from his robe, he inserted it into a particular compartment and waited. The lights of the servers flickered different colors.

"FAWDFADS: Aafafaf Dgfgeggsgse ASFAF!" a loud announcement came over intercom, unable to discern the words as he did not know Turian. However the rushing of footsteps seemed to answer his question. He took a defensive stance behind the door and held his lightsaber in his hand.

"Uwadawd, awdadaaw!" yelled one as they neared the room. As the were about to turn enter the room, he turned from the door and sent the two flying backwards with a force push. The remaining soldiers began firing at him, dodging left and right while closing the distance between them. Turian after turian fell before until there were a handful left.

A large one threw his rifle to to ground and attacked him with the slash of its claws. Anderson barely dodged to the right before he sent a kick to its chest that stunned it. Using the moment, he force pulled a nearby chair sent it flying at the alien. Unable to move it slammed into it and sent it crashing away.

As he was about to move he felt a projectile pierce his leg, wincing his pain as the appendage went slightly limp. He looked over and saw the downed Turian with a pistol and what he assumed was a grin. Knowing he couldn't evade the attack as his leg wouldn't allow it, and it would be too late for him to pull out his lightsaber.

As it was about to pull the trigger a shot came from a random direction and hit the Turian, its body twitching before it went slump. Looking over he saw a group humanoid dressed in a blue plated armor with their rifles pointed up. Knowing who that armor belonged to, he sighed in relief and tried to pull himself up. That armor belonged to the Coruscant Guard, specifically the senate Commandos that guarded the senate district.

"Are you alright master Jedi?" one of them yelled as he ran to him while the other secured the prisoners. The man bent over and pulled the Jedi up and helf him from the arm.

"Yes, I am fine. I just took a shot to the thigh, I should be fine otherwise." said Anderson tiredly.

"Andy!" yelled the voice of Hannah as she ran to him, "I'm so sorry!" she said in a sincere apology as she bowed in shame. She knew that he would be alive, though she felt guilty that he was wounded over something like this.

"Its fine Hannah. I understand the risk involving any job like this. By the way, the device you gave me is still in that room. The bird freaks attacked me before I was able to finish up the download, though I bet it's done by now." he said with a weak grin.

"Your job is done here, Master Jedi. Go take some well deserved rest. We'll take over from here." spoke another voice. The two looked over and stared in shock at the person standing before them. There was standing senator Alexor Amidalla, senator of the planet of Naboo in the Galactic Senate. Anderson knew the mans grandmother very well, as they had worked together on various mission along with his master during the last few months of the Separatist war.

"Thank you, esteemed senator...I shall be on my way." he said in a respective manner. The soldier and Jedi limped out of the ship and he was patched up by a medic before he was driven back to the Jedi Temple.

Jedi Temple, 1 Hour Later

Awaiting him at the entrance to the temple was none other than Jedi Grand master Luke Skywalker. The imposing man stood with his hand shrouded in his brown and white robes and a smile plastered on his face.

"Master Anderson, I assume you have an explanation for...whatever your late night activities were?" he said in an inquisitive tone. The Jedi Master only sighed before he limping towards the entrance.

"I can tell you the exact details later...", he said while the Grandmaster walked next to him, "But essentially a friend from the docks asked for help for a government job, and as you can probably tell, things didn't go perfect. For now, I think I need some rest."

Luke looked at him for a second before giving him an understanding look.

"That's fine, just whenever you are ready, please make an official statement about what happened. I just like to stay informed about whats going on." he said as they walked up a flight of stairs, helping the injured man until they reached the top.

"Alright, I should be fine from here. Thanks for the help, I'll get that report to you tomorrow." he said as they said their respective goodbyes and separated. He walked up to elevator and pressed the button that would take him to his floor. Steeping out, he located his room and entered it. Without doing anything else he walked over to his bed and fell like a bag of rocks and instantly started snoring loudly.

Coruscant Underworld, Unknown P.O.V

The Coruscant underworld was the area underneath the glamouring landmarks of the Jedi temple and the Senate building. It was the previous levels of the buildings before more layers were built on top of the other. This lead to many areas of the city to be inhabited with the lesser fortunate folk and was filled with crime.

At least it was from what he had seen.

The hardened eyes underneath the helmet gazed out in hatred.

A loud beeping came from his wrist. He pressed a button on a hologrpahic pad before a sounds of a frantic person came out.

"ALL AGENTS ARE TO NOT RETURN TO BASE! THE BASE IS COMPROMISED!" the voice yelled. It ended when the sounds of a shooting in the background.

The being stood in place for a second before yelling out in anger before smashing its fist into a nearby structure.

He would need to get out of there, before he was discovered as well...

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT CHAPTER!

That's A wrap! Thanks for reading, I hope y'all enjoyed it! Its been nearly a year since I've updated this story, sorry about that. I wish I could make a better excuse, but I really don't other than the fact that I am extremely lazy. As I have said before this stories earlier chapters will be updated, when that happens though I am not sure. Coupled with my laziness and IRL stuff going on, it could be in a week or in another year, though I hope to avoid that if I can. For the interlude, I plan to make a few more interludes, the last two will focus on Shephard(s?)backstory. On that note, would you like to see a twin Shepard story or just keep it to one? I feel that it would be more interesting if there were two, but i'll think about and will make up my mind when I finish Interlude 3. Hopefully the main story can progress soon once we are past this. Well, that's all she wrote. If you have any comments, criticisms, concerns, concerns or want to get in contact with me just send me a PM or leave a review. Thanks, and have a good one!

(Public Sevice Announcement: Looking for beta readers, if you are interested send me a PM!)

Chapter 9: Interlude III

(P.S: Other Stories Will Be Updated SOON!)