Disclaimer: Mass Effect is not mine and it is not my creation or my property. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit.

This story contains extreme violence, excessive profanity and very graphic sexual content, all of it interspecies erotica. If that's not your cup of tea, turn back now. Also this contains spoilers for Mass Effect 3 so if you if don't like spoilers then don't read.

Main Pairing: Shepard/Urdnot Wrex

I love Wrex because he's badass. He has great one-liners and if you're in a gunfight he's the motherfucker you want next you. The Krogans got screwed like they normally do, so pay back is a bitch. This is my ode to Urdnot Wrex and the Krogan Empire.

Note: This is just an excerpt from Chapter 17, which I'm currently working on. It's not much but I just wanted to let you guys know I'm still alive and writing. LOL

Justifiable Homicide

Excerpt from Chapter 17

By

DarkLaraJade

Khalisah Al-Jilani made long strides through Alliance Network News. The walk she was taking was a familiar one. She ignored the long pressing stares of her colleagues at their dull grey cubicles and stepped into the elevator. A cool breeze from the air conditioner overhead tousled her short black hair and cooled her neck. Her slender hands reached out and pressed the button for the 20th floor on the black keypad. She crossed her arms in a hard, confident way. As the doors slid shut she watched one of her colleagues step away from their cubicle and shake her head in dismay as she looked in her direction. The elevator was lightening fast; not like it mattered, she just wanted to get it over with. As the floors whizzed by she found herself feeling slightly uneasy for a moment but quickly shook it off. The elevator came to a smooth halt as the 20th floor came into view and the glass door slid open with ease.

"You have now reached the 20th floor.", said the robotic voice of a female VI.

The official headquarters of ANN were located on Earth with numerous global offices. The ANN on the Citadel was the only location that could easily rival its Earth headquarters in size. Al-Jalani found herself thankful she had taken that transfer all those years ago from Earth to the Citadel. Due to unrest with humans and their growing popularity in the Council, the conditions had been far more hazardous at the time. The excitement was its own reward. That mixed with room for advancement and a substantial pay raise. And now she realized it very well might have saved her life given the shape of Earth during the Reaper Wars.

The office building in itself was a large building that stood 20 stories high and was erected from the finest glass and metal on the Citadel. The lower floors had large narrow windows that allowed a sufficient amount of light, but the top floors were where she dreamt of being. She dreamt of that day every time she was called here. If only she was called for good reasons. Although she believed in telling cold, hard facts the rewards that accompanied them were little.

News shouldn't be about sugar coating the truth and telling white lies to satisfy the public. It should be about the truth through and through. And she found no matter how squeaky clean the image or reputation of the Alliance finest, they were always hiding something dirty. She was here to expose the truth and let the public decide. That was her life's work; it's what Al-Jalani truly believed in.

She stepped out of the elevator and made strides as long as she could in her thick spandex dress. Her hips visibly swayed and moved in her tight purple garment that stretched high around the top of her neck to the bottom of her ankles. Her high heels clacked lightly against the metal floor and she was greeted with the sight comparable to the Citadel Embassy itself.

The walls were completely made of glass and the view of the Citadel's Business District were very clear; fine buildings of architectural splendor and lush green surroundings. It was clear that for this part of the building they spared no expense. She knew she was a great journalist and could have been promoted long ago, but she knew why she hadn't been. Even though she was a pain in the ass, her 17 years of service spoke for itself and she still had a long lasting rapport with the Editor in Chief.

Al-Jalani showed herself in; she knew he was expecting her. Her Editor in Chief was only a few years older than she but stress had caused him to grey early. Hard lines of discontent were etched into his face. He looked up from his computer screen and gave a hurried goodbye. It seems he just finished taking a call.

"Al-Jalani, have a seat." He reached out and waved his hand toward the chair in front of his desk.

She thought about how his voice seemed to echo with the size of his office. Al-Jalani slid into a cool metal chair with no cushion.

Al-Jalani crossed her arms over her chest in comfort and mild defense.

A smile crossed her face, "So I'm guessing you caught you my last piece."

A story was recently broadcast by Diana Allers regarding Shepard's disappearance. She followed up with her own story once again pointing out how Shepard was absent in the galaxy's time of need.

She couldn't stand Allers but at least she unwittingly gave her side of the story ammunition. Finally she could prove Shepard was not the savior everyone thought she with her disappearance.

After the Reaper Wars, Shepard had completely fallen from the public eye and Al-Jalani strongly suspected she was no longer with the military. However the Alliance would neither confirm nor deny the allegations she presented and even her usual informants were keeping their mouths shut.

In her latest story not only did she talk about Shepard abandoning the galaxy in the midst of a Recession and a crime wave but also blatantly disclosed her suspicions regarding the Alliance not following up with any open search and rescue. They had refused to comment as to whether or not they were aiding in finding Commander Shepard which led her to believe the military did not want her back or she was no longer enlisted. Why else would they refuse to confirm a manhunt for a war hero and the first Human spectre?

She watched with amusement as his lips pulled into a tight line.

He gave a hard sigh through his nostrils and shook his head, "Well that's part of it. Why did you do it? I thought you and I had come to an understanding. I told you to cool it with defaming Shepard. So I think I owe it to you to hear your side of the story first."

Al-Jalani was caught off guard. This was not how these conversations usually started. She recovered quickly, "Well Diana did a story about Shepard's disappearance. And I did a story from a completely different aspect."

He was quiet for a moment and rocked back and forth in his chair. "That's not what I asked you. I asked why you did it?"

"I did it because journalism is about the truth and people deserve answers. I know you asked me not to but I couldn't resist! Finally some proof that Shepard has been gone all this time! Who knows what's really wrong her or how long she's really been gone! Don't you wonder what's going on?"

Her boss placed both his hands on the desk and knitted his fingers together, "Sure I do, Al-Jalani. And that's just it. All I do is wonder and certainly don't jeopardize my career over it. Do you know why? I have a family to take care of. I like having a job in an economy with a 35% unemployment rate! So tell me Al-Jalani do you like your job?!"

Al-Jalani swallowed hard and she felt queasy all of a sudden. She hadn't expected that. She looked down at her hands and she didn't think it was possible for her tan skin to seem any paler.

"Of course I do Jim. This is my life. It's all I have."

"There's no easy way to say this, Al-Jalani. You're being….released."

"What?!" She didn't hear correctly.

"Now let's not make this anymore uncomfortable than it already is. Please don't make me say it again. You need to clear out your desk immediately."

That hit home and she flew into a rage. "You can't FIRE me! I have a contract!"

He shook his head, "A contract that stipulates you need to comply with ANN standards and regulations. I'm sorry but I tried to tell you. You know how much respect I have for you. The decision was unanimous by the board. They own the network. It's out of my hands."

"The board doesn't get involved in things like this. It's above their pay grade. You know it and I know it.", she said sensibly.

"Very true but the decision was made. I came to bat for you. I really did but it was no use. The economy is bad and we need to downsize. They said they need more relatable personalities like Allers kept on staff."

Allers. The very name made her blood boil. Her distaste for that slut was no secret in the office. "ALLERS? Really!" Al-Jalani jumped to her feet with rage, only to realize her whole body was trembling with anger. She balled up her fists tightly at her sides till she thought her nails would cause her palms to bleed.

"That WHORE! If there was anyone that would fuck and suck anyone for a story it's Diana Allers. She screwed her way to the top. Probably screwed everyone on the fucking Normandy. Maybe she's fucking you too!" She had lost all sense of protocol in her rage.

Jim's face hardened from its sympathetic expression. "Now just a minute! That's a serious accusation! How long have we known each other? I would never…I could never…I'm a married man! Can't believe you would even accuse me…" Jim couldn't finish his sentence. His eyes locked on hers full of fury.

"Was Allers ever even considered?! Tell me the truth! What about HER breach of contract?"

Jim shot her a look. He liked Al-Jalani and he was trying to be nice about this but if she wanted the cold hard truth he would give it to her. He was truly the only friend she had. "Alright you want the truth? You got it. You fucked up! I told you to stop running your mouth about Shepard. When she became a Spectre, you knew it was giant political leap for humans everywhere but that didn't stop you from dragging her through the mud. When she escaped Earth you accused her of leaving people to die, the list goes on. Now she's missing during one of the most god forsaken times the Citadel has ever seen and you're at it again. For fucks sake the woman is a war hero. She saved all of our lives. What were you thinking?"

"I was doing my job and speaking my mind. And let's not forget that woman assaulted me!" Al-Jalani subconsciously touched her face.

"Which most of the Alliance audience thought you deserved, despite how it made Shepard look. The Alliance was breathing down our necks over those stunts you pulled. We lost a lot of good contacts on the inside. Shepard was their leader and you pissed on her reputation. Say whatever you want about Allers, but she single handedly repaired the relationship between the Alliance and ANN. Those sexual allegations are completely unfounded and even if there was some truth to them, it's unethical but not illegal. As long as her sources are legit, we can't hold anything against her. And after that recent story about Shepard abandoning us…the bottom line is people hate you. They need hope and you give them despair. The video of Shepard punching you has gone viral. And worse, you don't even have any facts to support your stories. You're making us a laughing stock. You take a fact and twist it with your own opinion. You get more hate mail than fan mail and you're the lowest rated reporter here. Allers is fresh, vibrant, and most important the fans love her. We can't afford to employ you anymore Al-Jalani. I'm sorry."

Al-Jalani got quiet then. She fell back in the chair like she had punched in her stomach. She swallowed hard and her mind began to reel. She had some money saved but how long would that last? Who would hire her? She lived on her own and her family on Earth was killed in the Reaper Wars. In truth that's why she criticized Shepard so badly. As a reporter, she understood self preservation more than anyone. You couldn't be in this business and have a bleeding heart. Somewhere out there, you were exposing someone and they were living the repercussions. If Shepard was such a war hero, why was she at the Citadel inside of the trenches? In her heart, she knew it was an unwinnable battle at the time but she was blowing off steam. And the Commander was always been portrayed so squeaky clean; there must be something about her that was off.

She must have zoned off because suddenly Jim was standing beside her with a look of concern on his face. When had he moved? She hadn't noticed. That sympathetic look was on his face again. His mouth was moving but she could just barely make out the words. She tried to focus on his lips.

"…someone…I can call…get you home…"

Al-Jalani shook her head. She had no one.

Arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. She slowly felt the rage dissipate and an empty bitterness fill her. "I'll help you clean out your desk." That she heard clearly. She bit back tears that welled in the corners of her brown eyes. What was to become of her? The galaxy was in shambles. What would she do? Where would she go with a reputation like hers?

She nodded stiffly and touched her face to make sure this was all real. She had a few years on Allers but she was still a good looking woman.

She allowed Jim to hold her there but shook him off after a few moments. She had changed her mind. Quickly wiping her eyes before stiffening her posture, she said "I don't need your help. I'll be just fine. You'll see. If I'm leaving, it'll be with my head held high! " And then turned on her heel and stormed out of the room.