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Hello Littleswiss here and I'm really sorry for not updating sooner but freaking writer block and real life just suck. I will try to make more regular update but I can't promise anything because of university, you know.

I want to thank all of you for your support. And to all of your answer to the question last chapter, only one of you was close to be right.

Let the chapter begin

I do not own Mass effect, Bioware does, only my original character is my. All different possible pop culture's reference belongs to their respective owner.

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Okay so what now? Because if this is what I think this is, I really don't know how to react to this. I walk to the door and enter the bar. And like every time, everyone in the bar stops what they are currently doing and look at me. Some of them even raise their glasses. Wait what? That's not normal. I walk to the bar and sit on my seat and I don't even have the time to say anything that a bottle of ryncol is placed in front of me. What the hell is going on? I look up to see the bartender and is that me or he almost looks like relieved? I don't really like it. I need answers, now. I cough a little to catch the attention of the bartender.

"Mind telling me what the hell is going on? First the painting, then the welcome, and finally the alcohol." I ask him looking at him in the eyes. He seems taken aback by the question. He clears his throat before responding.

"Well, you see since you took care of the gang a few weeks ago, people were relieved that you did that, because they were not the quite "gentlemen". " He responds while pinching his mustache nervously.

"And?"

"And since you started to show up more, fewer troublemakers appeared. And because of that the neighborhood became a little more livable and… safe. However when we saw that you were leaving for a job and that you didn't come back the next day, these people went back and started creating troubles. So in hope to scare them away, me and some costumers had the idea of making a mark linked to you." He finishes with his French accent. Okay so that was what I thought. I don't know how to react to that. After a few minutes of deep thinking, I realize that the bar is too quite. I turn around and see that everyone is looking at me and when they see me looking at them, they go back to their business.

"That's fine by me." I finally say. But before they can cheers I interrupt. "But if this is my territory, it means that I'm the boss. And from now there will be one rule: Do not piss me off." When I say that, I have a strange sense of déja vue. It's probably nothing. And when I finished, everyone cheers. And to celebrate this, the bartender says that this round is on the house.

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After the event of yesterday I can't stop thinking about that and about "home" while I'm looking at the ceiling of my room. My thoughts are interrupted by someone knocking on my door. I get up from my bed and walk to my door. What greets me when I open it is baby-shepard in her pirate-pajamas holding Mr. Snappy, her teddy-turtle, in her little arms.

"What are you doing up this late? It's eleven p.m." I ask her. She looks up and can see that she's a little scared.

"There're monsters under the bed." She tells me, clutching Mr. Snappy tighter.

"There are no monsters under you bed. Go back to sleep, I will accompany you." But before I can move to take her in my arms, she looks at me with pleadings eyes and asks:

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Okay, but just this night." I tell her. At that, she smiles and starts walking towards the bed. She gets on and looks at me. I release a sigh and walk towards the bed. I take Jane in my arms, I lay down on my bed and put her on my stomach, her head rests against my chest.

"Night baby-shepard." I tell her

"Night dada." She tells me. After that I fix the ceiling for some minutes and I hear Jane snores a little. I breathe deeply and calmly. And finally, after 3 days of not sleeping, I drift off and fell asleep.

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I'm walking, I'm walking and keep walking. Every time I take a steps I hear something cracking and a squishing sound. But it's so dark that I cannot see a damn thing. Suddenly, light appear, but progressively. I look up to see this is a moon that is the origin of the light. But what surprises me is when I look down. I got five fingers on each hand. I touch my face and realize that I got my ancient body back. I start to panic but I take deep breathes and calm down. I open my eyes and what greet me are corpses, corpses everywhere. But they are turians, asaris, salarians, sometimes krogans but there is only a handful of humans.

"Gravewalker." I hear a voice, a creepy one says that. I look right and left and when I turn around I see… my body, my current krogan body, standing in front of me. It looks like a ghost, its face is expressionless and its eyes are completely white.

"Every time you walk, graves are created and corpses fall." It says looking at me dead in the eyes. The scenery changes after it says that. It's not a set of corpses anymore but a never ending cemetery.

"You are the gravewalker now." It says pointing at me.

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I wake up with a jolt. Was that a dream, a nightmare or a vision? I really don't know. I think the sudden movements disturbed Baby-shepard because she stirs a little. I keep still for a moment and finally hear her little snore again. I need fresh air. I get up really gentle, take Jane in my arms again gently. I get up from the bed and put her in the bed without waking her.

When I'm sure that she asleep, I walk out of the room and dirige myself towards the balcony. When I'm there, I lean on the railing, which was reinforced of course. I stay there for fifteen minutes when I hear the door that lead to the lounge open. I turn my head to the right and see that is Diana. She also leans on the railing on my right.

"So what are you doing here alone?" She asks me.

"You know, plotting the world domination and all that." I casually say. She looks at me , her expression telling that she want the real reason. "I'm just… thinking." I sincerely tell her. She raises an eyebrow at that but doesn't press the matter. We stay there in a comfortable silence.

"So I hear that you caught that old bastard of Sylvester for the military." She tells me in her Irish accent.

"Yeah I did. You knew each other?"

"Yep. He and I were in the same unit back on Shanxi." I didn't know that. I really didn't know that she was a veteran of the first contact war and was part of the Alliance.

"I didn't knew that. So it was back there that you got this?" I ask her, pointing at her robotic right arm. At that, her smile fades and the look I saw when we met came back. She grips her right arm with her left hand as if it pains her.

"No. That…" She said looking at her right arm." …was a "gift" from my parents." She finishes in a snarl.

"You were…" I didn't finish my sentence that she nods. After that we stay in an awkward silence for several minutes. I need to do something to change the mood.

"You know, I got some territory in in a part of the slums and became the "boss"." I tell her. She stops gripping her right arm and turns around.

"Are you serious?" She asks and she sees the answer yes in my nod.

"Well it's pretty big down there. So what is the size of "your" territory?"

"The entire neighborhood around the Tempest." I respond. At that she whistles.

"Damn. You know you can't be everywhere, mainly when you're you working. Don't ask me to help, because when you're out, I'm taking care of lil miss. So I think you know what you need to do."

"I need to recruit." Damn I already have headache thinking about it.

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And done. So what did you think about it? Please leave a review to state your opinion and do not hesitate do tell me what's good, what should be improved etc. Thank you. And again sorry for the delay.

And I got some news for you all: As you have read, Our Garen will have to recruit to help him with his new found territory. And as you can guess, I open a contest for you dear viewers. You can propose your OC. BUT there will be conditions:

.The character must be human

. Describe him/her: personality, look, what are his/her reasons for being in the slums, his/her abilities, their thoughts about Garen if they have heard about him etc.

. Attention, if I pick you OC, expect him/her being a little different from what you wrote, because it will be to fit in my story, but it doesn't mean that they will be completely different, expect just a little difference here and there but not more.

.Bonus: you can write what will be their reaction when they will see him for the recruiting.

And here are the conditions. I don't really know how many OC I will take, but will surely be between 1 and 3. The contest will last until the 10th October. You can either PM me or leave a review.

Thank you all,

Littleswiss.