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Statement: Oh woe is me!

Shepard and his crew met by the giant Krogan statue. Wrex, himself, had taken a lot of notice in the statue, but lost interest. Or might have been hungry due to the long wait at Udina's office.

"Now what?" the Krogan said, checking for food in his gigantic hump.

"We're not done yet," Shepard felt confident. He wasn't going to be swayed because of an old man's definition of peace had become perverted.

"We've still got one more source, Captain Anderson." The Captain had done a lot of things for Shepard in the past, including risking a capital offense by punching Udina out while releasing the Normandy. Shepard knew if there was one person he would pick to be on the council, it was him.

"No offense, Skipper, but I think bringing the droid could cause problems."

"Irritable Statement: Master, if I don't shoot something soon, I may have set a thermal detonator and kill everyone in the complex or a decent 50 meter radius."

"You'll have your fun, HK. Right now, someone has to keep an eye on you while the rest of us go talk to the Captain."

Wrex raised his hand slowly, yet much faster than he had ever done before. "I'll do it."

Shepard turned around to see Liara and Williams shaking their heads furiously, showing their quiet protest.

"Uh…Liara, why don't you take HK for a walk? Just…stay out of any bars."

"Of course, Shepard. Good luck with the Captain."

"Hey Tali," Garrus had walked to William's station to find Tali making modifications with her Omni-tool.

"Yeah?"

"I…heard your conversation with your father."

"That was private." Her voice had risen with suspicion. It wouldn't have been like this in the old days when she had everyone's trust.

"I think I know why you're doing this." He had caught enough of her attention, so much that she had turned around.

"My father was a C-Sec man to the core. He was always telling me to do the right thing or I wouldn't get anywhere. Just because-"

"You think I'm doing this for my father's approval?" Her anger had started showing through what little face was shown. "You think I'm that petty? I could single-handedly free the Quarian homeworld and stop the Geth and he still wouldn't give me so much as a 'good job'."

Garrus gulped in silence. Usually in most situations like this, he would pull out his pistol. But he wasn't C-Sec, not anymore.

"I go out there everyday, being shunned by society because of what I am, because of what my ancestors did. We've never lived it down. Now we're forced to be live in ships, worrying if we get germs into our systems or if one of our ships break down. Because of the Geth!"

She sighed. She wanted to stop but she wasn't going to be mocked. "I need to do this, to save my people and myself so we don't have to worry about breeding or epidemics or…droids that insult you because of what your great-grandfather did, years ago!"

She got out of the station and headed to the elevator.

"Tali, don't go, if you do-"

"Don't worry; I'm just heading for the Citadel for a drink."

Liara T'soni had been known for her kindness and compassion. She wasn't, however, immune to annoyance, as was the case with HK-47.

"Query: If you had a choice with mating with a Krogan with 2 testicles or a human with 4, which would you rather have?"

The Asari sighed, perhaps Tali had a point. "HK, love is not so simple where you judge your mate by their…physical features. It's a bond with a person that makes you want to be with them."

"Hypothetical: Love is then a man shooting a Desert Wraith between the eyes after four days in which his spouse has left him."

Liara wasn't sure if that was the proper term but…

"Well I suppose it could be-"

"Mommy!" near the fountain, a human boy cried his eyes out. "Mommy, where are you?"

Liara approached the boy. He must have been no more than 5 and had hair of wheat and eyes of crystal blue. "Are you alright, child?"

The boy sniffed his runny nose, "Excuse me, lady, could you help me find my mom?"

"Suggestion: Why not just shoot the boy and be done with it?"

"HK, are you suggesting that we shoot the boy to silence him? How cruel!"

"Negatory: On the contrary, I was suggesting that a shot to the kneecaps would cause a loud enough shrill in his tiny vocal cords, resulting in which the proper authorities finding him and returning him to his lost mother."

The boy hid behind the Asari. "Do not fear, little one. I will help you find your mother, and he will help."

"Statement: You're worse than the Elcor."

For an hour, (technically 67 minutes and 43 seconds by HK's count), the Asari had learned much about the boy, Justin. She had learned that he lost his mother by following a butterfly, that he liked to draw pictures of the different aliens of the Citadel, and that he wanted to be a Citadel Security officer when he grew up.

"Justin!" the party turned to find a brownish blond person with hair wrapped in a bun.

"Mommy!" the boy had run to his mother but instead of a hug, had held on to his wrist and scolded him.

"How many times have I told you not to talk with Asari?"

"But-"

"No buts. You know how they are with younger species."

Liara had walked up to her. "Excuse me, miss. Is there a problem?"

The woman had become hesitant and didn't look directly at Liara.

"No, I…just don't want my son to be exposed to anything he isn't ready yet."

"Rest assured, I didn't do anything to your child except assist him."

The woman sighed and brought out her Omni-tool.

"Here, that should be enough credits. Now, if you'll excuse me-"

"You misunderstand. I didn't do it for the credits."

The woman almost turned back but had stormed off out through the fountain.

"Query: Why do you let such insolence happen? You could have shot her, quite well from the distance you were standing."

"Oh HK," Liara had said, seeing Justin turning back and smiling. "What would be the point? As long as the child has reunited with her mother, I'm glad for him."

"Justification: Nonsense! Such insults must not go ignored and action is required."

Liara sat on a bench and smirked. "HK, ignoring people is an action. Regardless of where I go, people will always make comments of Asari promiscuity. If I were to shoot everyone who insults me, I would be a very unhappy person."

"Commentary: You Asari are very strange, but I suppose the acquiring of credits is sufficient enough to keep me quiet from now on."

Just as they were about to leave, a man in blue uniform had bumped into the droid.

"Hey watch it, buddy!"

"Correction: No, you watch it, meatbag!"

The man turned around. His blue uniform had revealed him to be a C-Sec officer.

"Oh, smart mouth, eh?" He drew his pistol as it expanded. "Maybe you oughta, I don't know, show me your face."

"Suggestion: Maybe you should learn proper diction, or in your language, 'Learn oughta speak right.'"

He drew his pistol closer and shrunk it and turned away.

"HK, that was far too dangerous. Imagine if you were revealed prematurely."

"Justification: I wouldn't do anything so foolish as to-"

The C-Sec officer whipped around and fired his pistol, as HK shot his blaster to his knee cap. The man screamed as HK's cloak fell off. There a large crowd, including a fair number of Citadel Security officers, gathered to find the synthetic with its blaster smoking hot.

"Statement: Oh joy, I finally get to kill something."