A/N: Chapters will be 1k to near 2k from here on out. This story's not going to entirely follow all events of ME2.

Chapter One

He sucked in a sharp breath as he jolted upright from sleep. Heart thundering and breathing rapid, intense black rimmed silvers glanced over towards the clock on the nightstand. 'Too late to go back to sleep now...' he tossed the covers off himself, moving his legs over the edge of the bed as he sat on the edge. Rubbing at his face, he grunted a low groan.

'I hate having detailed memories like a Drell's...' he got up onto his digitigrade clawed paw-like feet and stretched, back popping in a few places. With a low huff of breath, he wandered into the bathroom of his small grungy studio appartment and touched a wall panel to flick on the light overhead. He relieved himself then started a shower, stepping into the luke warm water. Hoping to wash away the tension and disgusting feeling from his nightmare. Resting his plated forearm against the metal paneled wall, he lowered his crested head. Long, thick dark silvery grey ombre hair cascaded over his shoulders as it straightenedand felt heavily drenched with water now.

His long, thick tail thumprd against the floor, shifting as the end curled slight at his feet. He rolled his plated shoulders, sinewy muscles rippled down through his back as they stiffened then relaxed at the water pelting down against his form. Black rimmed silver eyes glanced down at his raised left hand, flexing and closing his five fingered taloned hand. Furrowing his brow he lifted his head, glancing over his shoulder. His sensitive hearing picked up movement in his room, had heard the door's creaky, hissing hydrolics as it opened before the first booted footstep sounded.

A low growl rumbled deep in his throat, resonating inside his chest. He slipped out of the shower, dark red-violet colored biotics flared up as he readied himself; eyes shifting gold-on-black. He picked up two voices, but heard five pairs of boots trekking towards his directions. The sound of heatclips snapping into guns didn't go unnoticed as he curled his lips over his sharp, feline-like teeth in a soundless snarl.

Lowering himself into an offensive stance, he growled, powerful muscles taut. He lounged himself forward, the door hissing open. Teeth bared in a snarl roar, he managed to take two in the front off guard, tearing the throat out of one and knocked the other a powerful biotic blast. He ducked just in time as shots were fired at him, twisted on the balls of his feet and knocked the three remaining attackers with a swipe of his tail. The powerful biotic male didn't spare them any mercy as he tore them apart.

The fight, if one could even call it that, last only a few moments. Only one of his attackers were alive, fighting desperately to breathe against shattered ribs and choking on his own blood. The biotic kicked the corpse of one, his eyes back to their usual dark-rimmed silvers. He crouched over the broken body of the struggling man, taking hold of their neck to lift them up enough. The blooded man howled in agony, hacking up more blood. "You and your men made a grave mistake coming here." the biotic male snarled. "Who are you and who sent you." he demanded, a talon pressed threateningly against tne man's coratid.

Even as broken and in agony as he was, the man still managed to cough at a wheezing laugh. "Daddy sends his regards, freak."

The biotic did his best to steel his nerves, but couldn't stop his own heart to leap into his throat and a cold sweat to break out across his body. With a snarl, he crushed the man's throat in his fist then dropped him. He snagged his duffel bag from underneath his bed, quickly shoving clothes and neccessities into it. He swore he was being careful. There was noway He could find him unless--

"Fuck!" he hissed as realization hit him. He did slip up, the gal at the bar he was at the other night. He should have know better why she was so interested in him...

As much as he wanted to hunt down his recent lay, he had a feeling there were more of them somewhere wandering the slums of the Citadel looking for him. He had to get off the station. Maybe head towards Illium? No... too many information brokers that may recognize him...

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he quickly dressed, slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and left his appartment. He decided a destination course he was sure to be able to hide in. Omega. All he needed to do was bribe someone at the docking bay to take him.

He found someone, an old turian smuggler that didn't question him too much nor cared that he was genetically created. Though, the turian did admit he was taken by surprise by his appearance. And the fact the biotic was as tall as a krogan, if not a head taller than that. Halfway through the trip, the biotic grew tired feeling like a stow-away. He lounged with his feet propped up in the chair next to the old turian's in the cockpit.

"So, what'cha name, kid?" the turian's rumbling flang-toned voice cut the silence between them.

"What's it matter to you?" the biotic cooly responded, inspecting the talons of one hand.

"The moment you decided to hang around up here now. I'll tell you mine, in exchange." the old turian attempted to bargain.

The biotic snorted, the end of his tail flicked then brushed across the floor. He wasn't too keen right now, it may have been a couple weeks ago since the attack, but it still felt all too fresh to him. "I'll toss in some of my delicious cooking for ya for the remainder of the trip? Means no more nasty dextro nutrition paste." this got the biotic to groan. He made a face as he felt a bit conflicted. He huffed out a sigh, sitting up now in his seat as he carded a taloned hand into his hair.

"Ugh, fine. Khymera." he grumbled out.

The turian laughed, tapping away at the console as he set the ship on auto pilot. "See? Wasn't so hard now, was it?" he got up from his seat and casually strolled towards the small kitchen area. Khymera turned, frowning at the old turian's back.

"Oi! A deal's a deal!" Khymera shot out of the seat and trotted after the turian. "And food!"