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Demon Unleashed.
Chapter III.
With groan, placing her hand in her dark hair and squeezing her head, Jane Shepard tried to rise.
"Commander?" Shepard turned to see Karin Chakwas. "You made us worry. How do you feel?"
"How much did I drink yesterday?" asked Jane.
"looks bad enough to me." said Karin.
"An understatement of the century." said Shepard. "How long was I out."
"Nearly seventeen hours." said Chakwas. "I think this is the side-effect of the contact with the prothean Beacon."
"That was my mistake." Said the voice of Kaidan and Shepard turned to see grim face of the lieutenant. "Did I not come so close, you wouldn't be in such a state.
"Don't worry, now it all better." Said Shepard. Kaidan smiled. At least he was enthusiastic, thought Shepard.
"Still we need to understand what happened with Commander Shepard." said Karin.
"Do we?" asked another voice and Shepard turned to the door to see Ashley. "I thought Demagol said really clearly."
Demagol. It hit Shepard like a lightning bolt. It all wasn't a dream, caused by the contact with Prothean Beacon. It was real.
He was real. And he was powerful.
Unimaginably.
"Still I will prefer something scientifically based, rather than the words of this strange mercenary."
Shepard raised her brow.
Chakwas sighed. "Mister Demagol presumed that you lost your consciousness from the neural contact with the prothean technology, which downloaded some sort of information into your mind, partly it is proved by your brain waves, during your sleep."
"This actually explained a lot of things. I saw… death… battles… destruction. Everything was so… blurry."
"Hmm." Chakwas scratched her chin. "We also must put this into the report. Anyway, Demgol awaits you in the cockpit, alongside spectre Kryik."
Meanwhile Kryik looked. how Demagol, sitting cross-legged, levitated in the air. Of course, young sith did tell him, that he will help Alliance soldiers deal with geth, however he didn't tell him how. Meanwhile, deep in the Force, Demagol manipulated the geth through it. He split them into small groups and led them to alliance soldiers giving them a chance to easily destroy the AIs.
And that was what Shepard and others saw, when they entered the cockpit.
"What is he doing?" asked Shepard, a bit unnerved by the sight before her.
"He said that he is helping Alliance soldiers deal with geth."
"How?"
"How the fuck should I know?" asked Nihlus. And it was the truth. Demagol was a mystery behind the seven seals for them. At least they tried to ease themselves with a thought that he will tell them everything soon, that soon explanation to all mysteries will be within their grasp.
Somehow, Shepard had a very bad feeling about this.
And as always she was right.
"Commander." Greeted her Demagol, placing his boots on metal floor and standing in his full impressive height, in front of her.
"So?..." She didn't need to end the phrase, he sensed what she wanted to ask.
"Through the Force. As I can sense, you came here for the answers?" asked Demagol.
"Yes, especially about those, which can tell us, how you did this trick with geth dreadnought." Commander was still very impressed and trying to look cool and collected she tried to not showing it, however Demagol sensed, how deeply shaken was she by his feat.
"Good." answered Demagol, once again levitating in the air and unnerving everyone. "You better sit down. This must be a bit shocking to you."
"More shocking than what you did to dreadnought?" asked Ashley in disbelief.
"Yes." Answered Demagol.
"Okay." said Ashley, instantly taking one of the chairs.
"Once again let me introduce myself, in the society of bounty hunters I was known as Black Doctor, Demagol. But before that… more than twelve years, by Coruscant standarts, I was known as Starkiller and it wasn't codename or nickname, it really was my name, still is and always will be."
"By which standarts?" asked Ashley.
"Coruscant standarts." then he elaborated. "One year is equal to a time, needed for a planet Coruscant to make a full circle around the star."
"I had never heard about this planet." said Kryik.
"I'm not surprised. It's in another Galaxy."
"Wait, what?!" asked, shocked to the core, Shepard.
"It is as you think, commander." seriously stated Starkiller. "I'm not of this Galaxy."
In deep silence, he could nearly hear how their mouths opened widely.
Under his helmet, Starkiller smiled, he liked to do something like this, shocking different people to the very core. Of course, even with all his abilities, which in this galaxy nearly bordered magic, statement of him being from another galaxy was a bit… off.
Especially for a people, who couldn't travel faster than twenty light years a day.
He also thought, that telling about the speeds of even the rustiest hyperdrive was a big no-no. Number of the Star Destroyers in Imperial fleet was also a taboo.
If, when he hacked the terminals of the local databases, he didn't make a mistake, then the might, in kilotons, of the main calibers of local dreadnoughts was in double digits, in other words 99 kilotons was a limit for a ship. One Star Destroyer of "Imperial" class has fifty-two turbo-lasers with a power of sixty kilotons… each. In other words, the power of said Star Destroyer surpassed three megatons, more than thirty times stronger than any of the local dreadnoughts.
And he didn't count the ion weapons of the Star Destroyer.
Yes, something they shouldn't know. Maybe they will sleep easier.
"Are you serious?" asked Ashley.
"Deadly." answered Starkiller.
"Then what are you?" asked Nihlus.
This time Starkiller was silent a bit more. "genetically. I'm close to human. But I always considered myself as Sith, since their blood runs through the veins of all on my planet."
"Sith?" asked Shepard. "What is Sith?"
"The right question is "what are Sith?", there many ways to describe them: a culture, a philosophy, an order, the race… Yet to me it is simple: I am a Sith. Nothing more and nothing less."
"This still didn't tell us anything."
"Well, Sith were the race of red-skinned humanoids, who lived on the world called Korriban, due to intervention from the Endless Empire, ruled by the rakata, during the invasion of the Korriban… something that couldn't happen, happened." said Satrkiller, making a pause.
"And what was it?" asked Anderson.
"The Sith, who weren't past the medieval level technology… managed to fight equally with the race, who ruled most of the galaxy back then. They repeled them off and through their victory they acquired the samples of rakata's technologies. However, this victory led to costly consequences."
"What happened?" asked Ashley.
"Rakata couldn't forgive them for their loss. They bombarded the Korriban and once green and tropical world, filled with life, was turned into red wasteland."
Everyone gaped at this, however Starkiller wasn't done.
"But even this wasn't enough to deal with the Sith. They rise anew, changed and twisted, yet very much alive and powerful. For several thousand years later, they were the bane of the Galaxy, when the Empire of rakata had fallen, thus the Sith became the most despised creatures in my galaxy. Several times the Korriban was wasted and burned down. Several times the Sith were scattered and during one of this times, they settled on my birth planet, many generations later, red-skinned humanoids went extinct, but their descendants from human men and women still had their blood in their veins. Thus, the Pureblood Sith still lived, even unknown to themselves. Galaxy changed, Force-sensitives battled each other, but descendants of the Sith continued to live, fighting each other, on the unknown planet, under the rays of the unknown and unnamed star. Until…"
"Until what?" asked Shepard, really intrigued by his tale.
"Nothing." answered the Starkiller. "Anyway, we must focus on the problems at hand, rather than problems of my birth place."
"Just one more thing." said Kaiden. "How much more of your kind are in your galaxy?"
"You mean Force-users?" asked Starkiller. "Compared to the races of limitless populated space, we are but a drop in the ocean. In the best times among billions you will find barely ten thousand of the Force Sensitive." And most of them were seven feet under, thought Starkiller.
"Then, how did you get here?" asked Ashley.
"The answer will be simpler, yet also much more problematic to elaborate. It sounds as 'Force'."
"Force?" asked Anderson. "You had already talked about this. What did you actually mean under this word?"
"Hmm. I can tell you thousands of scientific and philosophical explanations of the Force, however I will give you simplest one; Force is the power, that runs through entire universe and resonates with it. I tap into this power and use it for my own gain, like I did with the geth dreadnought."
Shepard shrugged her shoulders. Memories of the ripped metal tentacle of squid-like dreadnought were still fresh in her mind, that's why she completely missed the next question of Kaidan.
"How?" asked he.
"How what?" asked Starkiller.
"How are you doing this?" asked he greedily. "Through some sort of implants?"
Starkiller smiled under his helmet. Yes, Kaiden wanted to believe that all his power was a result of surgeries like his was. However…
"Unfortunately, nobody managed to understand how the Force ticks, lieutenant, you are just born or not born with it."
Kaiden looked away and gripped his fist.
"But we still need to return to our problems." said Starkiller.
"Yes, with Saren and geth roaming the space free, all human colonies are in great danger." Said Anderson. "Fortunately, ambassador Udina is already working on the blames in Saren address."
Naruto facepalmed.
"You have something to say, son?" asked Anderson.
"Yes. This tactic will not lead you anywhere. Saren is awaiting something like this. He has already prepared for this kind of confrontation, while you blame him, you are acting according to his plan."
"I agree with Starkiller." said Nihlus. "Councilors always believed Saren's worlds over somebody's else. I remember that once he was blamed by Spectre T'min in slaughter of the innocent civilians kidnapped by the batarian slavers, but Saren managed to make everyone think that T'min was in league with slavers and all including Councilors and most of spectres, including… me, believed in his version. And thos, who didn't were silent. Next week T'min was killed in her apartment on the Citadel. Saren boasted that it was revenge from the slave trading syndicate and everyone once again believed him."
"Yes with something like this, our efforts will be in vain." Muttered Anderson scratching his chin.
"All that we need is to not blame him." stated Starkiller. "Right now he awaits a strike in his direction. He will smugly state that he is innocent in all he is blamed for, but if the blames will not come…"
"Then he will become nervous." stated Shepard.
"And start doing mistakes." Continued Ashley.
"And innocent spectre, who isn't blamed in anything looks really suspicious." ended Starkiller.
"Good plan, unfortunately we cannot use it." said Andrson.
"Why not? All that we need, is for Nihlus say that he was very unsure in his meeting with Saren, he will say that something in his voice was… off, but back then he that that it was just his nerves. And sergeant Williams will tell that she saw a strange geth, who turned into turian-looking figure and then disappeared."
Shepard smiled. "Good. Something like this really can work."
"Yes. But there is also another problem." said Starkiller. "When I pushed Saren away, I felt that he didn't want to shoot Nihlus. But someone else was trying to 'persuade' him doing so."
"Someone else like you?" asked Ashley with a hint of fear.
"No, whoever it was, he or she was so unnatural to the Force, that it definitely wasn't Force-sensitive." answered Demagol.
Shepard breathed out. The thought of somebody with Demagol's kind of power against them… frightened her.
"However this leads us to another question I want to ask." Said Anderson. "Where will you stand in the coming conflict."
"Conflict? What is coming isn't conflict, captain. It's a storm. So great and powerful that only united can we prevail." answered Starkiller.
"You know something?" narrowed his brows Anderson.
"No. But the Force gives me ability to sense. Trust me, what is to come… will be your greatest challenge. And since I'm stuck with you, I will help you."
Shepard once again breathed out. Starkiller as her enemy… when she is fighting against somebody like him… she will sooner kill herself, at least it will be less painful.
Anderson smiled. His mood was also rising as did everyone's in the room.
"As I can see, we finally dealt with every question you wanted to ask. However, I need documents. Anyone in your galaxy have them."
"But we will need a photography…" started Anderson.
"Use the type, which you use in case of people with major skin-burns." said Starkiller.
"Still we need a name."
"Uzumaki Naruto." He didn't know, why he decided to use this name, he forsook it many years ago, but part of him was still fond of this name… chosen for him by his mother.
"Strange choice." said Nihlus. "But who am I to criticize? Anyway I will recommend you to start the connection with our galaxy from the Codex, it's a giant encyclopedia with all known information about our galaxy. It will be really embarrassing, if you will not know wide-spread information. We have a spare omni-tool and an access to the extranet, it's…"
"Don't worry Nihlus, we had something similar back in my galaxy, it was called holonet." He turned his back to them and walked to the door. Suddenly he stopped and turned back to them. "By the way there is one thing that I had nearly forgot to mention. As I told you I was also a bounty hunter and before I was send here, I was fighting a dangerous fugitive."
Everyone gulped.
"There is a chance that he was also transported here." continued Demagol. "Trust me he isn't someone, who you will wish to meet."
"How… how dangerous?" managed to push the words through her dry throat Shepard.
"Aside from many acts of piracy, terrorism, revolution, abuse of political power and countless slaughtered innocent lives? He is also Force-sensitive." said Demagol. "Without a doubt he will try to gain some sort of power. All I ask is to track his movements and deal with him in my free time, while I'm not helping you, commander."
"Of course, but I still have one question." said Shepard.
"What is it?"
"His name."
"His name is Darth Maul."
Sometime later.
In med bay captain Anderson looked at doctor Chakwas, who was analyzing the data she got from Starkiller's DNA.
"Well doctor what can you tell me?" asked captain.
"That Starkiller is a human, but also not." said Chakwas.
"Can you elaborate, please?" asked Anderson.
"He has all the DNA chains similar to the ours, but he also has ones, which are completely different from ours and if I can theorize… judging by the grade of genetic drift… He is the part of humanity, which was separated from ours nearly one hundred thousand years ago."
"One hundred thousand years?! Are you sure doctor?" asked Anderson.
"Pretty much. To be more sure you need somebody with more experience in that field. However, even I can see some other DNA chains, very different from the human ones, yet very compatible with them. Without a doubt, this is a sith heritage he was speaking about."
Anderson narrowed his brows, with Starkiller came the change.
However, he has yet to see will it be their salvation or destruction.
Meanwhile on "Sovereign".
Meanwhile, sitting in the barely illuminated cabin of the ancient, half-organic ship, Saren Arterius analyzed the situation.
He was the best spectre of all times and races, pride of entire turian race, living symbol of any Hierarchy citizen and yet… a lot of questions roamed in his mind, while his soul was ripped asunder by doubts.
Should he really attack the colony of these apes?
Should he really risk his reputation? On the other side not just reputation, threatened was his entire existence.
But the main question: should he really tried to kill Nihlus? What was the reason for something like this? Okay, those prideful apes, whom they should have destroyed during the First Contact War, he could understand, but Nihlus? Apprentice, friend and brother-in-arms, with whom he passed a lot of heavy trials? Maybe he should have told him about the situation?
"No! Absolutely not!" thought Saren. "With all his talents, Nihlus is very naïve and too idealistic. He cannot understand, that sometimes you need to sacrifice something for the greater good. Without a doubt he would have reported me to these three idiots, who can only talk and sit on their asses."
But there was also another question, who was that man in strange armor, who easily prevailed over the hundred opponents?
Turian spectre still cannot believe that it wasn't just tricks of his imagination. His speed, strength and reflexes were so… inhuman, that he couldn't even guess who or what he was.
Strange things didn't end on him. Some invisible and unknown power ripped one of the Sovereign's tentacles, like it wasn't even made of metal. Then it captured other tentacles and forced the "Sovereign" to hastily move away from the planet, not taking the Beacon with them.
The way Saren's thoughts were destroyed by sudden cough.
He turned to see his trusty right hand maiden, Benezia, if of course you can call a woman with so much life experience a 'maiden'.
"What happened, Benezia?" asked he.
"I managed to find out, what kind of ship landed on the Iden Prime. That was "Normandy" under command of captain David Anderson. Right now they are going to the citadel. Geth, who were left on the planet were destroyed, I don't know how, but humans managed to find them. Also there is no losses in their main forces, which arrived to deal with the geth."
"Bombs?" asked Saren.
"None had detonated." answered Benezia.
Spectre growled.
"And the beacon?"
"Safe and sound."
"WHAT?!" Saren instantly jumped to Benezia, his maw wide open showing sharp teeth.
"Looks like humans managed to find the explosive, attached to the Beacon." calmly stated Benezia. 'And also managed to stop the countdown."
"Fuckin' apes!" growled turian spectre.
"And judging by my information, one of them managed to use the Beacon.
Those words turned some invisible switch in Saren, with angrt growl he started to crush everything, that got under his hand, then grabbed the face of matriarch, prepared to curse her for the failure, but as suddenly as he started his rampage, he stopped.
"We need to destroy this human." growled Saren, still holding Benezia's face. "Find out, who he is and liquidate him or her. And find the way to destroy the Beacon."
"As you wish Saren." bowed Benezia before leaving.
Back on "Normandy".
While Saren was plotting on "Sovereign", Shepard stood before the door, which led to the Starkiller's quarters. She pressed her hand on the lock and the door opened, receiving a code. Starkiller sat, cross-legged, in the center of the room. He looked over the datapad in his hand and still was clad in his armor.
She tried to sit cross-legged, like he did, but soon found this very uncomfortable and started to move from one side to another trying to find a comfortable position. Starkiller looked at this with raised eyebrow, unseen because of his helmet. He didn't know why did Shepard decide to come here. She was a person, who quickly got along with anyone and cared for those, who were under her command.
However, he simply cannot understand why she decided to speak with him now. Of course he felt this growing feeling of sympathy towards him, inside her being, but he still hasn't done anything to receive the attention for one-on-one talk, at least from his point of view.
Finally, Shepard gave up on trying to sit cross-legged and leaned on the wall.
"How are you sitting like this?" asked she, taking a cup from the table near the wall and filling it with tea.
"It's the force of habit." answered Starkiller, continuing to sit in his position. "Anyway, why did you come?"
"Captain Anderson told me that your ID will be finished in mere minutes." answered Shepard.
That was… fast.
"I hope the captain will not have some… unnecessary trouble, because of this?" asked Starkiller.
Shepard smiled. "Don't worry. Our good captain has a lot of friends and very interesting connections. By the way have you read all the Codex."
"Yes, from the beginning to the end." answered young sith. "This Galaxy isn't really… filled with variety."
"Really?" raised her brow brunette. "Why so?"
"Not counting your mystical Collectors, self-isolated, till the yesterday, geth and extinct prothean and rachni… there are only nearly a dozen of races."
"And in your galaxy?' said Shepard, raising the cup of tea, to her lips.
"Twenty million." calmly stated Starkiller.
Shepard chocked on her cup.
"There are many races, very close to the humans, and trust me they are much closer to humans than asari. Actually all of them has more similarities with humans than asari has."
"The more I hear about your galaxy the crazier it sounds." stated Shepard.
"You are not actually far from the truth. Sometimes I believed that I lived in the giant, galaxy wide nuthouse."
"Unfortunately here the situation hasn't changed." sighed Shepard.
"I can already see it."
"Well I will not interfere with your meditation anymore." said Jane leaving the room.
Then it hit him.
"Where is Fist? Where is the Shadow Broker?"
"They will be here soon. Where are the proofs?
"This isn't, how we bargained. The deal was clear: personal meeting with the Shadow Broker.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha. Foolish girl.! Shadow Broker never meets anyone personally."
Then there was clicking of the pistol.
"Saren sends his regards."
BANG!
Normandy's cockpit. Half an hour later.
"So, who is your new friend?" asked Joker, when Shepard entered the cockpit.
"What?" honestly, commander didn't understand, about whom he was asking.
"They guy, who carried you, bridal style." Elaborated he.
"What?!"
"Oh, God." moaned Joker. "Not talkative, a bit creepy, always wears his strange armor, too curious about well-known things, judging by his extranet history."
Last phrase he said, pointing at one of the monitors and it didn't take Jane too long, to understand what was on it.
"Joker, don't spy on him." warned him Jane.
"So he is your friend."
"No!"
"Which means yes." smiled Joker.
"Joker I warn you one last time: don't spy on him, he isn't my friend, at least not in the way you think about.
"Really? Didn't you just speak with him and leave with that dreamy smile, after the talk?" said Joker as his smile grew wider.
Fucking gossiper, thought Shepard, as her mood slowly worsened… wait a minute!
"Did you spy on me, lieutenant Moreau?" asked Shepard, with steel in her voice.
"What?" instantly panicked Joker. "No, no, absolutely no, commander! I swore, the thought of it didn't even cross my mind!"
"So you did." Stated Shepard. "Lieutenant, it's not in my rules to kill armless people, but I can't say the same for Starkiller."
"Whom?"
"The guy you were speaking about." Answered Shepard. "His name is Starkiller. He has a laser sword, with which he destroyed more geth, than our whole squad, combined. He can shoot lightning from his hands, destroy the walking tank with telekinesis or rip the dreadnought asunder… with power of his thought."
Moreau looked and her and laughed.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha. Good joke, commander. I even believed for a second that it was the truth. Ha-ha-ha-ha."
His laughter turned into hysterical one, when he noticed that Jane was completely serious.
"You are joking, right?" with begging intonation questioned Jeff.
Shepard shook her head.
"You are not joking?!" now it was panic.
"No."
Jeff gulped in fear.
"Fuck!' said the pilot with doomed voice.
"That's why you shouldn't spy on Starkiller or annoy him." Noted Shepard. "Until you can see that he understands your humor."
"That will be boring." Said Jeff.
"That guarantees your survival." Answered Shepard. "How long till we reach the Citadel?"
"Four hours and eighteen minutes." Answered the pilot. "If we are not forced to wait several days, of course."
"I hope we will not." answered Shepard. "Starkiller doesn't need to be close to kill them."
Meanwhile, on the Citadel.
"No! No!" fearfully screamed the you quarian girl.
"Calm down, you are safe." said doctor Chloe Michel.
"No, I'm not." Stated the girl, trying to stand. "And you too, while I'm here."
"Easy there girl.: said Chloe, forcing her to lay back on the bed. "Your wound still hasn't healed. And I will not let you leave this clinic, until I will be sure that you are completely healthy."
"Why do you care about me?" asked quarian girl.
"Because your right side has a wound from a polonium bullet."
"But I'm a quarian…"
"And I have even more reasons to worry about you, knowing about the weak immune system of the quarians." noted doctor. "Now relax and I will take care of your wound."
Embarrassed girl finally let the good doctor to take care of her wounds.
"I never thought that there is still somebody, who carries about the quarians." said the girl.
"Most of the populace do not care." Said Chloe. "I had found you, barely alive, near my clinic, and nobody cared. When I started to help you, they looked at me like I was mad. I never thought that something like this can still exist… especially on the Citadel."
Both of them paused.
"Thank you." finally said quarian girl. "I don't even know, how to thank you."
"Don't worry about this." answered doctor. "Can you tell me your name?"
"Tali'Zora nar Raya." answered she.
"Chloe Michel." Introduced herself doctor.
"Glad to meet you, Chloe."
"Me too, Tali'Zora."
"Just Tali."
Chloe nodded and asked. "Tali, do you know, why somebody tried to kill you."
"Mercenaries, who were hire by spectre, on whom I have a lot of dirt."
Chloe's brows narrowed.
"That's bad." She said. "Looks like C-sec will not help in this."
"They wouldn't have helped even if we I hadn't something like this." angrily stated Tali. "Doctor, I cannot stay here. Without a doubt, they search for me and I don't want to endanger your life."
"I cannot leave you in such condition." Stated Chloe. "But I think I know, how to help you with your problem."
"Oh, no… you shouldn't bother, you already had…"
"You must sell your information to Shadow Broker." Answered doctor not caring about the girl's protests. "After you will do it, the hunt for your head will be fruitless and Shadow Broker can protect you."
Tali looked at the human woman.
"So… how can I contact him?"
"Easy, I know one of his agents." smiled Chloe.
Citadel Space. "Normandy's" cockpit.
"Hey there, commander." greeted them Joker. "Come to see, how I will get this baby right to the Citadel."
"Right to the Citadel?" said Shepard raising her brow.
"Don't stick to my words, commander." said Joker.
"Your words, not mine." said Shepard, before turning to the others. "Isn't it?"
"Yes, ma'am." said Ashley.
"Right you are." answered Kaiden.
Nihlus just growled in agreement. Starkiller, or Demagol, as most of the crew called him, continued to look, from the illuminator, into the wastes of space, not even caring about what happened around and Shepard was certain it wasn't because the stars were so beautiful.
Joker murmured something under his nose.
"What was that?" asked Shepard smirking, trying to look like she didn't hear the silent whispers about old fossils.
"Nothing ma'am." instantly replied Joker. "Just some vocalized thoughts."
Jeff wanted to just disappear from the cockpit, but unfortunately, he still had to lead the 'Normandy through the Mass Relay.
"Contact with Mass Relay in three… Two… One." Started he the countdown. And moment later, one hundred and twenty meters long frigate, so small, compared to the massive Mass Relay, got in contact with ancient transporting device. Several seconds later, the "Normandy got from the other Mass Relay.
"Engines… alright. Navigation… alright. Energy levels of mass-reactor are stable. Drift in the range of… I can't believe it!"
"What happened Joker?" asked Shepard with worry.
"Three hundred kilometers." said Joker, still shocked from the result. "Two hundred ninty-one, actually."
Smug smile crossed his face and he turned, as far as he could, in fixated chair, to Nihlus and still smiling asked: 'Is it enough for you spectre Kryik?"
With gaping mouth, spectre looked at the results and nodded.
"Unbelievingly."
Joker nodded and turned the "Normandy" into direction of the Citadel.
"Your work?" asked Shepard, turning to the Starkiller.
"Why do you think so?" asked young sith.
"I saw what you can do." answered Shepard.
"If it was me, the drift wouldn't have been more than nine kilometers." Then he turned to Jeff. "And you don't want to say, what you just thought about, mister Moreau."
Slowly, like in the terror movies, where one of the main characters slowly turns to see the monster behind him or her.
"Commander, you never said that he can read the thoughts of others!" stated Jeff with somehow accusing tone.
"Slipped my mind." Smiled Shepard.
"Are you going to look, or should I move that ship from our way?" silent voice of Starkiller, returned Jeff to his duties, and he turned to the right, making "Normandy" evade the crush with one of the dreadnoughts, which protected the Citadel.
"Wow!" said Ashley looking at the giant ship, which design nearly screamed "made by asari". "Look at its size!"
"Destiny Ascension." said Kaiden. "Flagship of the Citadel's Security Fleet."
"It is also the biggest ship in the galaxy." said Nihlus.
"Size isn't everything." said Joker, with jealousy, masked by disinterest.
"This is also the most powerful ship in the galaxy."
"Armor matters too."
"This is the ship with toughest armor." answered Kryik. "To deal with it you will need two Alliance dreadnoughts or three from Hierarchy."
"Oh?" raised her brow Shepard. "Do you recognize the technical supremacy of Alliance?"
Nihlus looked into the floor. "When you have the biggest fleet in the galaxy, usually you don't care about the quality of its components."
"It sounds reasonable." said commander and turned her gaze to Starkiller, who wasn't impressed… at all. And she wasn't the only one.
"Looks like you are not impressed, Starkiller." said Ashley.
"No." said he. "I'm not."
None were surprised. Crew knew about the fact that Starkiller was from another galaxy, without a doubt he saw something more… astonishing than 'Destiny Ascension', Shepard saw his memories and Joker didn't have really high opinion about asari flagship.
"Citadel, this is 'Normandy', asking for permission to dock." said Joker, through the com-link.
"Normandy this is Citadel, await the instructions." Answered gruff, judging by the accent, turian, voice. "Normandy, you are afforded to dock, move to the nearby dock and wait for further instructions from Alliance operators."
"This alliance call-center, Normandy, the hangar S45 is empty. Follow the lead." said another voice from the com-link.
"This is 'Normandy', got you." Answered Joker, as super frigate, following his command, gracefully entered the hangar.
"Here we are." Said Shepard. "I hope the plan will work."
"Or at least it will cause some effect." said Nihlus.
Sometime later.
Still in his armor, Starkiller looked at the Citadel, compared to the things he had seen in his life it was pretty… lame, also the fact that local races didn't even built it themselves… However, he felt himself rather… unwell.
Like he suddenly appeared on the wasted graveyard in the full moon night, however there were not even thousands but billions of corpses underground. Citadel had yet to reveal its true purpose. Whatever it was it certainly wasn't as station he will want to live on.
He was certain, that even the most insane and sadistic sith, would have agreed with him now: whoever or whatever did this… must perish.
He was returned from his thoughts by the voice of captain Anderson, who told them to follow him. Starkiller pulled the hood on his cloak and followed Shepard and others. Unlike most of the team, only Starkiller and Nihlus were in the armor, soldiers of Alliance were in parade uniform and armed with pistols.
Only C-Sec and spectres had permission to wear the armor and assault weapons on the Citadel. Of course it never worked with those, who didn't care. Meanwhile Strakillers mood slowly worsened, because he finally met the bane of all people, who lived on the Citadel.
Lifts.
"Who thought that putting that abomination that they call music here, will be relaxing?" asked Ashley.
Nihlus just made a strange snort like sound. Even he hated the lifts. Starkiller raised his hands and ripped the dynamic with the Force.
Everyone looked at him.
"Maybe you can force this thing to move faster?" asked Ashley, with begging tone in her voice.
Unfortunately, even the Force had limits.
When they left the lift, captain Anderson once again took the role of the guide and led the thought the S-C-sec academy… to another lift.
Whole Citadel heard the screams of enraged commander Shepard. Face of Nihlus had so doomed expression, that Starkiller never thought that turian mimic can possibly show it. Years of service on god damned station did their work. Not waiting when the music will start playing, Starkiller did with dynamics same thing he did in the previous lift, of course he did it after they entered the cabin.
When they left the lift, Nihlus decided that it was time to say goodbye.
"I will go and report to the Councilors." said he.
"Stick to the plan, Nihlus." reminded him Shepard.
"I will, commander." with a nod, spectre left them.
"Can we trust him?" asked Ashley.
"Yes, we can." answered Shepard.
But he and Saren are both turians!" objected sergeant.
"There are a lot of bastards among humankind also, don't you agree?" asked Shepard.
"Yes…" answered Ashley.
On their way to the Human Embassy, they heard the talk on turian language.
"But Director…"
"No Vakarian!" was an angry answer. "The time is up. If you have nothing, then don't bother me with it."
"In the name of Spirits, Director, listen to me! Three witnesses, who I wanted ask about this case, died during the last three hours! What the fuck is this from your point of view?!"
"Coincidence!" answered unseen Director. "No links to each other in every case."
"For three hours?" asked Vakarian. "Do you believe in this yourself?"
"Yes I do." answered Director. "You are not the only quick one, or maybe not so quick, since you didn't manage to get in time."
"Director, I can sense that Saren is guilty! Hold them! Give me some more time."
"Are you insane, Vakarian?! To hold the start of the Council meeting? And with nothing but a sense of one of my detectives? Who do you want to pose me as?"
"Director Pallin…"
"No Vakarian. Stop this. And don't bother me anymore." Pallin turned his back to another turian, detective Vakarian as Starkiller presumed, and went somewhere else. Bureaucrats. Always the same no matter the galaxy.
Meanwhile, Vakarian turned to them and of course decide to come and greet them. "Greetings, captain Anderson, I'm detective Garrus Vakarian, the one, who investigates the case about Saren's attack on Eden Prime."
"Glad to meet you." said Anderson, shaking his hand.
"Same here." said Shepard. 'We heard your discussion with… Director Pallin, I think?"
"Yes." Vakarian sighed. "He is the Director of the C-Sec, a good and trusty one, yet also too careful."
"We have already seen it." Answered Anderson. "Is there something about Saren?"
"Unfortunately no." with shamed and angered tone answered Vakarian. "But I have an idea, where I can find what I want."
"This will not help, when the cause is officially closed." said Shepard.
"If I will manage to get it before the meeting, or the end of the meeting, it still will work." answered Vakarian.
"And you are not worried by the fact that your culprit is another turian?" Ashley xenophobia once again showed its ugly face.
"He shames my kind, sergeant." answered Garrus. "To bring him to justice is a matter of honor."
"We were glad to meet you, detective." said Anderson. "Unfortunately, we also have another matters at hand. I hope you will success in your investigation."
"Thank you." answered Garrus. "If not, I hope, that the Council will listen to you."
Garrus nodded and went to the lifts… with even more doomed expression than Nihlus'.
Meanwhile Anderson continued to lead them to the Human Embassy. After several more minutes they finally reached it. They passed the holographic VI, which greeted them in usual manner. However, they were stopped by the asari, who sat behind her table, in the room, before the cabinet of Ambassador Udina.
"You are not supposed to be here…" said she, while Starkiller extracted the knowledge of her language from her head, with knowledge of some additional one.
"We are here for the meeting with ambassador Udina." Said Anderson.
Secretary activated her omni-tool and viewed the list of the invited people. "None of you is in the list. I'm sorry, but I cannot let you pass."
"You will let me pass." said Starkiller and moved his hand.
"I will let you pass." Robotically repeated asari and opened the doors. Everyone looked at the Starkiller with surprise in their eyes.
"What are we waiting for?" asked he raising a brow under his helmet.
Shepard looked at him with dumb expression, Anderson just shook his head, Ashley was the same as commander and Kaidan looked at him like he turned into zabrak. Suddenly. Into well-known Dathomir zabrak.
"Follow me." All of them followed him to the second doors. Even through closed doors they heard ambassador's angry screams. Starkiller destroyed a desire to facepalm in himself. Sith do not facepalm.
They shoot lightning instead.
"… this is an outrage." screamed he, standing in front of three holograms and not even noticing the arrival of the Anderson and others. "Council would have made something, if a turian colony had been attacked!"
"Turians don't built their colonies so close to the Terminus Systems." said salarian councilor.
Starkiller finally understood, which second language he took from the asari secretary. That's how he managed to understand the salarian.
"Humans were warned about the dangers of Attican Traverse." said asari Councilor. Yeah, commented Starkiller in his thoughts, without a doubt, after it became a zone that will pretect the 'civilized' zone of the galaxy, from the dangers of Terminus.
"And what about Saren?" screamed back Udina. "How long can we ignore his crimes? I demand justice!"
"You cannot demand anything from the Council." smugly answered turian Council.
"His guilt is a matter of C-Sec investigation." answered asari councilor. "We will speak about this on the meeting."
After these words the holograms disappeared.
After this ambassador turned to their group. "Ah, captain Anderson." said he with disdain in the voice. "I see you decided to take with you half of your crew."
For a diplomat he really badly managed to hide his emotions.
"Only those, who were on the surface." said Anderson. "I thought you will wish to know the details."
"What details?" snarled Udina. "I thought that everything was in your report?"
"Yes it is." said Anderson. "But we are here, also because we have a plan, that we need to discuss with you."
"Plan? What kind of plan?"
"That kind that will let us show the Councilors that Saren is the culprit, or at least stall for the time."
"Hmm… interesting. Tell me more.
"First of all…"
At this moment, Starkiller decided that details can be told even without his presence. However, leaving without a note wasn't his style…
Meanwhile on lower levels of the Citadel.
Garrus Vakarian slowly, hiding in shadows, went in the direction of one certain clinic. Sometime ago, he heard from his trusty informant that one quarian was attacked, because she had some kind of dirt on the Citadel's spectre.
Last time she was seen near the clinic of Doctor Chloe Michelle, from there he decided to start his investigation, it wasn't a great lead, but he worked even with worse ones. Whoever, when he got to the clinic, the door was opened, even if inside everything was dark.
That wasn't really good sign.
"Where is the rat?"
Shit.
"I don't know what you are speaking about." Said another voice, frightened and gentle, without a doubt it belonged to the doctor Michelle.
"Don't even try this, bitch!" growled somebody in the room. "We know that she was here, in your clinic. Had you told someone?"
Garrus understood that reinforcements will not be here in time. Using his omni-tool, he hacked the systems, that were responsible for opening of the doors and opened them a bit, just enough to see what was happening inside.
"Tell us where the rat is! Or my boys will have some fun with you." batharian, the leader of the mercenaries, wore a set of armor, just like others in his small band. They all were armed with pistols and since they had armor, without a doubt there were also kinetic shields. Weaker than normal, perhaps the civilian model, but a problem no less.
Garrus prepared his weapon and in this moment, instead of stopping in needed, for Garrus, position, doors opened widely. He instantly pointed his weapon on the main bandit, but he took Chloe as living shield and his followers also raised their pistols.
"Drop the weapon, C-Sec, scum!" said the leader pushing his pistol to the Michelle's temple.
"Release the hostage and you can go." said Garrus, trying to sound calm and collected.
"As if I would believe you."
"You should have." stated the calm voice behind Garrus. Next moment three red flashes cut the bandits in halves and leader starting to levitate in the air holding his throat. Seconds later his head twisted in impossible angle and limp body fell on the floor.
Man in strange armor placed two cylinders on his belt and turned to doctor Michelle. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I am." answered she. "Thank you."
"Who are you?" asked Vakarian, still with his rifle in hands. Man turned his head to him and Vakarian instantly recognized the vizor of the helmet. It was the man, who was with the captain Anderson and the others, that fact, alongside how he dealt with the bandits, was enough for Vakarian to lower his rifle.
"Thank you for the assistance." said Vakarian. "You were with the Shepard and the captain Anderson, weren't you?"
"You are right." said the man. "And you are Garrus Vakarian."
"That's me." answered Vakarian. "I seek the proofs of Saren's guilt."
"Me too." said Starkiller stretching his hand. "Starkiller. Glad to meet you. Some people also call me Demagol."
"Same here." answered Vakarian. "Doctor Michelle, what those bastards wanted from you?"
"They asked about the quarian, who I helped." answered she. "She had some sort of a dirt on one of the Council's spectres. So I decided to give her an address of one of the Shadow Broker's agents."
"Where is she now?" asked Garrus.
"I told her to go to Fist… wait a minute, why did he send his thugs to deal with me then?" asked Michelle.
"Those are his men?" raised his eyebrow Garrus.
Chloe nodded.
"Looks like he decided to change his employee." said Starkiller.
"Fist betrayed the Shadow Broker?" asked Chloe in disbelief. "This is too stupid even for him."
"We need to speak with this… Fist person." said Starkiller. "Carefully. If he has enough intelligence he will answer our questions, if not… We will ask not so gently."
"I know where his club is." said Garrus. "I think it will be more effective if we combine our efforts."
"Yes. We should." Answered Starkiller. "Meanwhile you should also summon reinforcements, let them take care of our good doctor."
"Good idea." Said Garrus starting tape something on his omni-tool.
Back in the Embassey.
"I have a lot of doubts about this plan, captain." said Donnel Udina, scratching his chin.
"This is still better than coming to the Council meeting without any proof." objected Shepard. "Even Garrus said that without a doubt we will be told to fuck off."
"Have you even thought that we still won't be believed? And what shall we do, if we will find the so needed proof? Say that we blame Saren now?" asked Udina.
"Yeas." Said Anderson. "Listen, Udina, we will not blame him, but we also will not take off our accusations. We will just give them a hint that we think that Saren is innocent and some unknown third side is trying to set us on each other. Of course we will not ask for immediate revoking of his spectre status, no, we will just ask to continue investigation to bring the responsible ones to justice."
"Okay, you assured me." stated Udina with a lot of doubt in the voice. "Just tell me, whose idea it was?"
"His." Shepard pointed behind her back, when everyone looked at her really strangely, she understood that something was wrong, she turned and find the reason.
"Demagol? Are you here?" asked she loudly.
"Commander, are you feeling yourself alright?" asked Udina.
"You saw him with us, when we entered the room." A bit angry answered Shepard.
"Then, where is he?"
"Ehm." Everyone turned to Ashley. "Ambassador, can you please turn around."
"Sergeant…"
"Please."
Udina, a bit embarrassed turned, and it took a lot from Anderson and others to not laugh. Stuck to the ambassador's back was a note, which stated: "I will try to lead on Saren. Will return soon. Demagol."
With Garrus and Naruto.
"Didn't I tell that this morning C-Sec took in custody the krogan mercenary, who tried to kill the Fist? His name is Urdont Wrex." asked Garrus.
"No you didn't. Does it matter?"
"Well… If we meet him, we can him ask to help us."
"How will we meet him if he is in custody?" asked Starkiller.
"There were no proof, so he was released."
"I understand… But do you understand that the mercenary will kill Fist?" asked Starkiller "Don't even think that I will stop him from doing so."
"After what you did to those bandits in clinic? Spirits, no. If krogan will let us… aske Fist several question… let's just say that I will close my eyes."
Meanwhile, they got to the nightclub.
"Let us hope he isn't an idiot enough, to kill quarian girl right in the club."
That… will be really bad. Because Force whispered that she will play major violin in what is to come. Whatever was coming.
"Strange." Continued Vakarian. "I can hear the music."
"So?"
"I thought that Fist had already prepared for assault from the krogan mercenary and turned his club into small fortress, but sound of music means that club is still working."
"Looks like you overestimated his IQ. Anyway our plan remains the same. We come inside, get to the Fist and ask him about quarian girl. If he knows what's better for him, he will tell us what we want to know."
"And if he isn't?"
"Then we will ask again and it will not be as nicely as before. This questioning can be even deathly for Fist."
They entered a bar and Starkiller instantly was reminded about the bars in his own Galaxy. Loud music, illumination, blue-skinned dancers… and drunken security, with whom they right now dealt.
"We need to speak with your boss." Said Vakarian to drunken human near the entrance to the inner rooms of the bar.
"Who is asking?" asked he with irritation.
"C-Sec." answered Garrus.
Garrus nearly cracked him when suddenly Starkiller heard the sound of the language, still unknown to him. He turned and understood, why Fist still had his club working: he had another krogan as a guarantee from the mercenary, who was sent to collect his head.
Once again, Starkiller used the mind-trick to deal with language problems. Beside the language he found out that this krogan was ordered to not pass anyone to Fist.
"Show the papers, C-Sec." growled he." "If you don't have them, then fuck off. You annoy me."
Nobody knew, how this will end, but at this moment Starkiller lost his temper. He raised his hand and gripped it into the fist. Krogan instantly levitated and gasped for the air. Ruby blade appeared near his throat.
"This is our pass." Said he. "As you were told before, we are here to speak with Fist and we will speak with him, if you try to stop us…" he threw the lightsaber to the right and spinning wheel of red plasma cut in half the metal table, before returning to his hand.
"Did you get the hint?" asked he returning the blade to his throat.
"Yes. Yes, no need for further hints." Krogans maybe stubborn but even they know when they are outclassed and outgunned. Throwing him aside, and getting several curious gazes from the visitors, Starkiller went inside. "I don't know how you did it, but it was impressive." Said Garrus. "Flying krogan is a rare sight."
"You mean when I threw him or levitated above the floor." asked Starkiller.
"Both." was the curt reply.
Fist's cabinet was above, on the second floor. They got there without any problem, Naruto didn't even use the Force, his heavy fists did all the work. Well… he hoped that they will become smarter from all those hits in the heads. At least he heard that if you hit someone hard enough, you can place the brains back to the right place.
"Closed." said Garrus, working over the terminal near the door to the Fist's cabinet. "We will need to hack the system first."
Naruto stretched his hand.
"Or like this." Said Garrus, looking at the opened doors. Unlike others he never asked unnecessary questions.
"Fist, if you want to live, get the fuck out of there!" screamed Naruto. His response was a shoot and bullet, stopped in the air by the Force.
Lightning danced on the hands of Starkiller, but Garrus was faster this time: he threw the light grenade inside the cabinet. Couple of seconds later the charged in, after the bright flash and noise, caused by the grenade.
The owner of the bar was in the center of the cabinet, trying to get on his feet.
Second later he was raised by the hand of Starkiller.
"Where is the quarian, Fist?" asked Starkiller.
"I cannot hear you."
"Don't lie, I didn't set the power of the grenade that high. You must have no problem with hearing us and answering our questions."
"I don't know what you are speaking about."
"Detective, if I cut of his legs, will there be any kind of consequences?"
"No, if I will tell that he resisted arrest."
"Okay, okay." instantly cracked Fist. "I will tell you everything. The rat got a contact with me and asked about the deal with Shadow Broker. Something about the dirt on one of the specters."
"And you like a loyal little dog, instantly decided to sell her to your new employee."
"Yes, Saren didn't want this information anywhere near the Council. So I said to the rat that Shadow Broker will meet her personally."
"How did it work? Shadow Broker never meets anyone personally." said Vakarian.
"But the rat didn't know this!" smugly smiled Fist.
"He really was an idiot, his plan was so fragile and he didn't see it.
"When and where the meeting will start?" asked Starkiller.
"In technical tunnel TTO-35B5678H." answered Fist. "In ten minutes."
"We need to hurry." Said Garrus.
Starkiller nodded and turned his back to Fist to follow Garrus. Suddenly, led by the Force, one of the blaster pistols on his hips jumped into his hand and Fist's head exploded from the shoot.
Only moment later he noticed the shotgun in his hands.
"Good reaction." said Garrus, who only now noticed the danger that awaited them from the back.
"Curse this!" Starkiller nearly threw a Force Push in direction of the voice, but seeing that Garrus didn't react… He turned to see a massive figure in the door way. A krogan in the red Armor.
"Looks like the bad luck is following me from the start of this contract." Krogan turned his scarred head to them. "Which one of you killed the bastard?"
"We are in hurry." answered Starkiller. "If you want to know, follow us."
"Ehm, Starkiller…"
"That was your idea, Vakarian." answered he. "And we have no time to deal with any kind of questions and explanations."
With those words, with surprising strength he pushed the krogan aside and went through the empty rooms of the club, it looked like the krogan scared everyone away. However, he had no time to deal with it. Followed by Garrus and Wrex, who was said krogan in red armor, he went to the meeting place, in hopes that it will not be too late.
Several minutes ago.
Urdnot Wrex had seen this kind of missions before, come and deal with treacherous agent of Shadow Broker. Fist was foolish. No even more than foolish he was completely brain-dead. Only somebody with non-existent brain will dare to betray the Shadow Broker.
For several centuries he evaded the pursuers and assassins, destroying both in the process. It didn't matter who they were asari commandos, turians from "Black Talon", salarians from STG or even spectres, all of them failed.
What was this stupid human counting for Wrex couldn't understand, but in his mind it was a plus of his work: getting rid of such miserable life-forms like Fist. When Wrex got into the club, he instantly met the only one, except him, krogan nearby.
"You again!" growled the younger krogan. "At first this C-Sec with a shaman and now you?"
Wrex raised his eyebrow.
"To hell with this work, I'm out." said the other krogan and left. Wrex shook his shoulders and shoot into the ceiling. Music instantly was silenced and everyone turned in his direction.
"Everyone, who wants to live, get out of here." Said he, before getting nearly swarmed by the crowd of fearful workers and visitors of the club. He shook his head and continued his way to the Fist's office… Only to find out that he was too late: Fist's corpse laid in the center of the room and everything around was covered in his brains.
In front of the corpse stood the turian, who Wrex saw in C-Sec office and man in cloak and strange armor, something told Wrex that this was the "shaman", which younger krogan spoke of.
"Good reaction." Said turian and the "shaman" was still silent.
"Curse this!" Wrex hated when some minor obstacles stopped him from achieving the needed result. Firs C-Sec and now somebody killed the bastard nearly on his eyes. "Looks like the bad luck is following me from the start of this contract." Wrex turned his scarred head to them. "Which one of you killed the bastard?"
He asked just to be sure. He already felt that it was strangely closed male.
"We are in hurry." answered the "shaman". "If you want to know, follow us."
"Ehm, Starkiller…"
"That was your idea, Vakarian." answered he. "And we have no time to deal with any kind of questions and explanations."
To Wrex's surprise, he managed to push him to pass and went down to the exit from the club. Wrex gaped at this sight. Not even the hint of fear, no kind of typical reaction for krogan with 'Claymore'.
At this moment Wrex felt that something grand was about to happen right now. Of course he could have get out of here, since the work was done and Fist was dead, but… Wrex had his principles, he never took the credits for other's work, so he decided to give the credits for the kill to 'shaman' later.
For now, though, he decided to follow the duo and see what will happen. Something told him that the storm was coming and the strange man will be in the center of it. That will be without a doubt even more interesting than work of the mercenary.
"Where are we going anyway?" asked Wrex.
"We must save one certain quarian." said the 'shaman'. "She has a progff that Saren is behind the attack on Eden Prime.
That was a surprise for a mercenary as far as he heard Geth were to blame. And now he finds out that one of the pet varrens of the Council decided to test his leash. Nat that he was surprised actually. It was bound to happen sooner or later.
"What's your name?" asked the 'shaman'.
"Glad to meet you. I'm Starkiller." Answered the 'shaman'.
Starkiller… so that was his name. Wrex finally understood the meaning of the strange word said by the turian before.
"Garrus Vakarian. Detective of C-Sec." said the turian.
Wrex nodded, he can always tell the C-Sec from the other folk on this station.
"Garrus." said Starkiller. "Show us the way, you know it better than me."
Turian detective nodded and led them to the technical tunnel.
"I think I will not pass there." Said Wrex, looking at the small entrance. Starkillet just raised his hands and unseeing force widened the entrance enough, for krogan to pass. Wrex didn't know, how he did it but that was really impressive, he decided to ask him later, sinvce it certainly wasn't the biotics, right now he just followed them.
Meanwhile with one certain quarian girl.
Tali was a nervous wreck or actually she was downright terrified, each second the information was in her disposal was endangering her life more and more. She had already managed to understand that even on the Migrating Fleet she will not be safe from Saren's clutches. Of course she would have returned, but judging by the news from the Eded Prime this butcher will not stop until he will have what he wanted.
If she will return to the Migrating Fleet she will endanger it and Saren has the Geth as his minions.
Keelah, Geth!
How did that butcher forced them to obey? Tali wondered and didn't notice how small group of people got to her. Followed by two asari and three salarians a turian stopped in front of her.
"Do you have it?" asked he.
"Where is the Shadow Broker? Where is Fist?" asked Tali, suspecting that none of them is Shadow Broker.
"They will be here soon." answered the turian. "Where are the proofs?" asked he again.
Tali instantly understood that somethind was wrong.
"This will not go." Firmly stated she. "The deal was for private meeting with a Shadow Broker."
"She as expecting something like: "he didn't manage to come" or "he is very busy person" but reality was far worse.
Turian laughed. His laughter was evil and filled with malice. Sticky cold feeling suddenly appeared in Tali's gut.
"Foolish girl said." the turian. "Shadow Broker never meets anyone in person."
Tali's eyes opened from fear, she understood that she will not get out of here alive.
Turian meanwhile got his pistol from the belt and said:
"Saren sends his regards."
Tali thought that at list in one her killer was right: she truly was a foolish girl.
BANG.
It was…strange. She didn't feel anything. Any kind of pain, change… absolutely nothing. But yet again, how must she feel when she is dead?
When she opened her eyes she understood several things:
First of all, she was alive.
Secondly, all the killers were dead.
In front of her was a strange company consisting of turian in C-Sec uniform, scary looking krogan and… strangely dressed man with laser swords!
"Are you alright?" asked the turian.
