Shepard, Tali, Garrus, and Wrex, stood in the Human Embassies, waiting for Udina and the Council.
"So you killed Saren without me?"
"You were drunk."
"So were you."
"I wasn't as drunk."
"My point stands."
"Shut up! Keelah, I can't stand banter."
"This past month must have been hell then."
"Trust me, it was."
The Embassies' doors opened, revealing the Council. The three politicians stepped inside the offices. The Asari Councillor spoke first.
"You four have saved the Citadel. You did what even a Spectre could not. Tell us, is there anything we can give to you in payment for saving countless lives?"
"A new ship?" asked Shepard.
"Full pardons," said Garrus.
"A Tomkah," demanded Wrex.
"A service drone?" peeped Tali.
The team stood on the docks, looking at the new ship.
"Damn," said Garrus. "Looks exactly like the Ryncol."
"It's gonna need a name."
"The…" Shepard paused, thinking. "The Burukh."
"You really love Krogan alcohol, don't you?"
"Just a tiny bit."
John flashed a smile at Dharos, who grinned back. He moved to his galaxy map, and looked at his friends.
"So where are we going first?" asked Tali.
"I was thinking about trying our luck on Omega. Taking over."
"You're shitting me Shepard."
"Course I am. Still, I haven't seen Aria in a while."
"Why am I not surprised that you know Aria?" Garrus deadpanned.
"It's settled. Set a course for Omega! Drinks are on me!"
The Burukh exited the Citadel's docks, and flew off, ready to take on the galaxy.
AN: Okay, last chapter. Huh. There'll be a sequel in 2-3 weeks, called A Lighter Shade of Orange, which will cover Mass Effect 2. Until then, there will be a couple of one-shots. I'd like to thank everyone who's followed this story from beginning to end. Your support has meant the world to me, and has helped me to continue this story. John Shepard will return, better than ever. It's been a pleasure, and I'll see you all later.