So comes my valiant comeback. Young me and his unabated cringe, poor attempts at humor and generally lackluster efforts shall be undone! This story, as undeserving of revival as it is, will not be left behind. I will begin some efforts to give this story a few good chapters (hopefully) before probably dropping it again, so here's hoping.

Chapter 4 : Sandwich Down

In the tranquil halls of the Presidium did the one Garrus Vakarian, sit with his immaculately crafted dextro-sandwich grasped within his Talons. C-Sec may have forced him into patrolling the most boring and criminal investigation-less area in the Citadel and he may have been more than slightly annoyed at Pallin for his impromptu 'schedule change' but that was fine. Just fine, no anger at all, not one bit. Looking down he saw, with great sadness his sandwich crumbled as his talons ripped into the bread and twisted it in his totally not rage.

The simple tedium of the Presidium, while the ideal job for a slacker like his partner Rex, his other 'gift' from Pallin, was an unabashedly mind numbing punishment.

'By the spirits I wish something interesting would happen'

As the good detective sent his prayer to the spirits they deigned to deliver.

"That is it!" By the Spirits Tevos you will not stop me this time!"

"Sparatus! Get your scaly hide back in here this moment or I swear I will rip it off!"

'The Spirits are kind' Garrus lit up, at long last things were happening. And by the paintless what did the respected Councilor just say?

"I am doing this! Whether you like it or not, no good Turian shall let this atrocity go unpunished!"

"I'll punish you if you don't get back in here! We are not done!"

Scandalous! Garrus, C-Secs best detective (self proclaimed) had stumbled into a mystery at the highest echelons of government. A love affair? Marital Dispute? A grand conspiracy implicating the Council? Garrus' investigative senses began a tingling.

Fortunately for the Councilors the Presidium was practically empty, spare Garrus seeing as it was by the Council room, only C-Sec on patrol (i.e Garrus) and the Councilliary Guard were about. Oddly enough Garrus' trained eye quickly noticed the Guards, both shuffling awkwardly behind the Councilors. Years of Grunt Work brought them into eye contact, Garrus through the means of subordinates experience gave them a stare. They stared back, the message was clear, they weren't going to do anything.

As the two respected Councilmembers flung increasingly passionate insults about their mothers, appearance and sexual performance Garrus became obliged to step in. Pallin would have his head if one of them killed the other, which seemed ever more plausible as Councilor Tevos, honorable representative of the Asari Republic charged a biotic surge destined for the Heirarchy's own Councillor Sparatus.

"Try me you skinny hag! I'll smack you back to your Hanar boy toys!"

"Oh skinny hag? Reminded of your wife are you?"

Yep time to step in.

"Honored Councilors, as a member of C-Sec I'm going to have to ask-"

Garrus soon found himself flat on the floor. Taking a full biotic blast from an Asari of great skill and anger about as much was expected.

"I bet nobody else is having it as bad as I am right now…"

"Admiral! what do we do!"

The panicked cries of Viticus staff assailed the unfortunate Turian admiral's ears, a raucous and chaotic frenzy had wracked the bridge as thousands of massive projectiles hurled towards his fleet at breakneck speeds. A situation that was in fact, rather bad. For all its famed Turian discipline this was in fact most of these Turian's maiden voyage, and nothing could stop an academy fresh officer from panicking in times of need.

"Disperse the fleet, full power to the Guardians!"

Viticus, unlike the varren bait staff he was given was a veteran of the Hierarchy, Admiral was not a position given lightly. It was his duty and that of the competent officers of his fleet to maintain demeanor and standards the newbloods had yet to acquire, he could only hope that his experienced captains could keep their crews calmer than his.

"Stay calm and man you station, now get your act together lieutenant I don't have time for this."

Thankfully for the Turians the Admiral had cut through the moment of despair, crewmen embarrassed by their lapse in discipline took to the ship with Gusto. The void became alight with dazzling red beams as the fleet acted as one, destroyers defending its dreadnaughts from the barrage and shooting down the missiles that bore upon them. The corvettes sprawled out forming a screen of Guardian lasers as the cruisers entered battle formations.

There would be no Humiliation here, of that Viticus was certain, even as he watched his fleet weathered the barrage. The missiles weaved through point defense arrays and for as many as they shot down 3 more would slam into the hulls of unlucky ships. A clang resounded across the bridge, they were hit.

"It didn't explode?" none of the missiles were. The lieutenant's statement of the obvious abounded as each ship unlucky enough to be hit lay effectively intact as great rockets jammed into their hulls. As panicked transmissions came through to Viticus' comms, he heard the telltale sound of gunfire from the bowels of his dreadnought and a sound reminiscent of a vicious Varren.

Those weren't missiles, those were boarding pods.

Well, its back, for better or worse. Its been nearly four years since I first posted this back in early high school. I'm now at the brink of graduating and I thought, what better way to finish of my school days than finish off the embarassment of the early days. There will probably be a few more chapters after this and I'll try flex 4 more years of english class into the story, a toast to progress and improvment.