After leaving my heart at the docking bay, I took long and fast strides to the Turian Embassy to meet the Turian Councilor to see what he wanted. Entering the door with a loud bang of the door seemed to get his attention. "I'm glad you came; we really need to talk."
I stood in front of his desk patiently waiting for him to begin, "I agreed with you. Fighting the Reapers is not going to be the conventional ideal of war; then again no war is exactly the same. You said you would help us and in return we will help Earth, I assure you."
"What do you need?" I asked.
"Everything on Palaven is chaos; our home world has many moons that we use as defense. Unfortunately, Menae is the moon closest to Palaven. If we lose that moon, our home world is good as dead. We need allies of our own. Since I have had field reports of utter chaos, our simple succession is complicated by MIA's and KIA's. You will need to find one of our Generals, make him/her the new Primarch, and then you will have gained our support in your War Summit. Can we agree on this?"
"Yes sir. My only question is who was the last living Primarch? From there I can find a good new one to ensure our alliance."
"Difficult to say, you will have to speak to Lieutenant Victus to gain some semblance of accurate information, my apologies." The Turian concluded.
"Consider this a deal." I nodded, which was returned, and left.
Leaving the Embassy, many Ambassadors and a few non-Citadel Council-Candidates approached me, in a clamoring crowd. Many voices were yelling, and then I realized some reporters were in my face with their hovering cameras and mics.
"Commander Shepard-!"
"-it true that you agreed to help ALL life forms?"
"We need-!"
"-It will not work, we will not accept-"
Irritated, I ordered in a booming voice, "ONE AT A TIME! I CAN ASSIT YOU IF YOU WILL FORM AN ORDERLY LINE!"
Confused, they reluctantly did as told. Standing there with the cameras flashing, a floating Hanar approached me, "If you can assist us Commander, all Hanar and the Drell will aid Earth against the annihilators you call Reapers, the very same that destroyed our Enkindlers."
"I can assist you more at your office." I said, and of course one by one each representative seemed to ask something of me.
"The Batarians and Volus will help if you can get the mercenary gangs of Aria's out of the way."
"I'll see what I can do."
After this crowd of people left all that remained were reporters. Some were kind and inquisitive; others were harsh with a hint of personal yellow-journalism rather than the truth.
"Commander Shepard, I host a show called Battle Space. I seek to rally all viewers to help with this war, since clearly negotiating diplomacy with the Reapers won't work. Unconventional war tactics and some positive media might help. May I join your crew? I am certified by Alliance and authorized by the Council, and my work proved influential with Cerberus. You can even edit my work if needed for that sake of protecting people's secrecy," one woman said with a big Cheshire smile.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Diana Allers, if I join your crew can I get personal interviews and data feeds from the Command Staff? People need to know facts on how to win against these machines." She continued with a creepily cheerful attitude. It was refreshingly nauseating.
"If Alliance is all right with your reports join the Normandy at docking bay 24, bring only necessary equipment." I ordered.
"Aye Aye, ma'am." I could have sworn that kid skipped off toward the ship.
Another interviewer popped into my line of sight, "Commander Shepard is it true your brother rescued you from the pro-human terrorist group known as Cerberus?" he looked as curious as can be.
"Yes he was sent to retrieve my data on overpowering the Reapers, it just so happened that he saved me in the process." I replied.
"Is it also true that you abandoned Earth in its time of need to be here like a coward?" some woman said. Though most of the men and women were polite in questioning me, for I was loved for my persuasiveness and honesty-even when people didn't like my decisions it seemed I was loved by the people even then, mistakes and all. But this bitch caught my attention with that horrid attack on my honor.
"What is your name?" I asked that bitch reporter who asked that inflammatory question.
"It's Khalisah al-Jilani." She said snappishly. I took off my uniform blouse, to reveal a blank patch-less black tank underneath. "So was that questioning a personal one or one of me as an Alliance Commander?"
She blinked, "Does it matter?"
"Yes it does, if you're asking me as an Alliance Commander, I was ordered to form alliances to help save Earth from Reapers, and gain any weapon or information to ensure our survival and their destruction." I said this while pretending to groom my uniform, the other reporters watched intently. I placed the blouse on the nearest bench.
"What about your sorry excuse of cowardice saving your ass?" She poked my shoulder this time, and with that verbal insult she knew it pissed me off. So, I punched the shit out of the bitch. Knocked out cold on the floor, the other reporters looked shocked that I had did that. Putting my uniform cover blouse over my tank again, and before anyone spoke I stated, "If anyone insults or threatens me trust me that's the last thing you want to do. And if I find that anyone warps what happened here on their videos, not only do I have an original tape on my omnitool that proves you slandered me that will result in you getting fired; but I also am-clearly-a good fighter." I gestured to the nose bleed of bitch-face on the ground.
The other reporters started clapping. I walked over to the wall and pressed the emergency button, leaving the crowd and walking towards the offices of those who shared our mutual need for assistance.
Entering the office of the Hanar that approached me, I saw the same Drell that was with him. "How can I help?" I said getting straight to business.
"A virus has broken out on both of our worlds; if it can be stopped then we will help you." The floating Hanar garbled.
"I'm not a doctor-" I started.
"No, a computer virus. In that vault across the room, the previous Hanar Ambassador that was murdered was about to stop the madman who threatened our worlds. We cannot break into it, but if you can we'll be in your debt." The floating blob pleaded. The Drell added, "The mad Hanar teamed up with a mad Drell, they tried to threaten our Ambassadors for some reason, killed them and are now using this virus to possibly electrocute our home planets; but both our worlds can be saved if you hurry!" He also pleaded.
Walking over to the vault I used my hacking skills to break into the vault and called out the kill code. Both of them sighed relief at my help. "Thank you Commander we are in your debt." They both said. I later learned that both species were implanting Biotics into all citizens and could have killed them all, but I have saved them, and gained allies.
I left the office, sighing at the work of what I had promised. Surely this was going to kill me from a large possibly empty promise. Looking up, I saw on a large screen of headliner news in the Fortress that my impassioned speech in front of the Council made its influence around here.
This is how people knew to come to me. Damn my silver-tongue. Looking at my omnitool I looked up the location of Aria T'Loak's tracer. All mercs had this electromagnetic signature that I could easily find, not many people knew how to do this. If I was to gain the help of the Batarians and Volus than I needed to relieve them of the pains of the Blue Suns, Eclipse, and the Blood Pack. Gathering what strength I had left in me I headed towards the Presidium Commons.