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A/N - A hat tip to Jasongreen about the reaction at the citadel. I was wondering whether to just have a bunch of random drabbles, but then you know what? Screw it. Let's make a story. Much obliged for links towards Sheo's personality.

As a little fun game, leave a name(or message me) from the Mass Effect Series, and I will choose one add them to the story one way or another.

Last but not least, thank you for taking time to read this~

Chapter 1 - The Hole

The Citadel, Presidium Year 2183- 0700

"Spirits... Nothing ever exciting happens here," grumbled a well-built turian whose hide was of luscious chocolate, attracting provocative looks everywhere he went. At the corner of his emerald eyes, he saw a rather ravishing-looking human which he winked at, which elicited a heated response, which further boosted his chocolate-y ego.

A taller, much leaner turian gave the smaller one a pointed look. He could never understand the point of appealing to other races, let alone the furry creatures. Being completely silver and with a personality of 'a brick' (according to his protégé), he was perfectly okay with being feared by the lesser races. Besides, if he ever wanted to release stress, the Asari were good enough.

"Patience, you fool." he spat out. "We are only here to turn in a report to the Council, then we're out."

"Great! In the meantime, I'll be heading to the bar!" smiled the chocolate one.

"Nihlus," growled the elder. "Do you seriously think I'm going to stand in the chamber for hours and listen to their insufferable complaints alone?"

"But-"

"No."

"Come on! When was the last time we've actually went somewhere that didn't have people shooting at us within seconds of saying hello!" whined Nihlus.

Saren stopped walking and glared at the broad turian. Despite being an annoying handful, he was right. It had been weeks since either of them got any R&R, or atleast Saren because he would always see the young whelp scurry off in a dark alley with someone whenever he thought his mentor wasn't looking. As much as he loved blowing things up, he was wanting adrenaline from places other than a mercenary base.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Saren nodded. "Fine. I'm going the Purgatory. The council can wait."

Nihlus gave a toothy grin, about-faced, and began to walk- before being stopped by Saren, holding his arm. "Saren? What's wrong?"

The bare-faced turian gave Nihlus a long look before giving an icy smile.

O...kaaaay? Saren? Smiling? Either the galaxy's ending, or I'm still passed out covered in medigel thought Nihlus.

"I said that I was going to the bar," he grinned. "You go report."

"WHAT!?" screeched Nihlus, his sub harmonics screaming at his unbelievable mentor.

Saren merely opened his omni-tool, sending the younger one information, and started his way towards the lounge, ignoring the stuttering turian behind him. There were days that were better than others, and this was one of them he chuckled internally.

Of course, the moment his day was starting to look brighter, a flash of light sprung from the artificial sky. Hands on their pistols, the turians looked up at the source of the blast, in which a giant gaping hole appeared.

Nihlus's mandibles slackened as he gaped at fiery void, barely registering his teacher running towards the origin of the attack.

"THIS IS PRECISELY THE REASON WHY YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SMILE SAREN!" he yelled racing after him.

The Citadel, Southern Ward - 0730

From further away, the hole in the sky was ginormous.

Upon further inspection, the hole was still ginormous.

Saren hated things bigger than him.

"Spirits... What the hell is that?" coughed his apprentice as he approached him.

Saren focused on his hearing, taking note of the pupil's exhaustion. He must have pushed himself trying to catch up to his teacher running at his full speed. Oops.

"It better be an attack or a technical fault," he grumbled. "Less paperwork and headaches."

The silence between them broke when one of the C-Sec guards pointed a talon up. "I see a figure falling from the center of the hole! Weapons up boys!"

Saren growled as the figure slowly descended into his view.

White fur bent towards the back of his skull like an asari's tentacle. His pale face held fur around his chin. A beard the humans calls it. While the red and purple outfit accented with gold linings screamed mayhem, his eyes was what chilled Saren's already frozen heart. Gold, glowing irises were staring at him through pits of darkness. If the human were a biotic, he could understand the electricity within those eyes, but no. Something about this human...was inhumane.

Pointing their guns at the haunting being, they jumped as a loud boom echoed through the Citadel. The hole closed, leaving its occupant levitating with an unnatural smile inches off the ground.

"Why, what a pleasant awakening to this realm!" he sang, spinning around. "I could just rip out your intestines and jump rope!"

Saren cringed at the thought of his inwards getting pulled. Taking a slow breath, he glared at the being.

"Who are you?"

The man turned towards him, staring with malevolent, golden eyes, and smiled.

"Why, my dear Daedroth, if you want to carry your own entrails, call me Daddy," he grinned. "If not, call me Sheogorath, the Daedric Prince of Madness."