A/N: Hey guys! Hope all of you doing well now that we are moving towards spring.
This is just a small chapter. We'll have maybe 2 or 3 more chapter before moving on to the ME1 events. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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KanisRussell.

6/4 2051.

Embassy of the Greater Germanic Reich, Citadel.

That little bust of Ulfric that sat on Alexander's desk was getting more and more annoying to look at as the days passed by. It was like a constant reminder that the Führer himself had placed him here, far from Germania and without influence on the internal politics of the Reich.

But that's not to say Alexander Jäger's new position was useless, quite the opposite in fact. As the main ambassador to the Citadel for the German Reich, Alexander had enormous influence over the dialogue and general relationship with the other aliens in the Galaxy… There were however things he could do without… Like having to look those filthy Aliens in the eyes, and shake their hand. He always felt the constant need to wash his hands with soap under warm water after dealing with them. Not to mention their complete arrogance, and insistence that they were just as valuable as the Aryan race was… How wrong they were.

He had been here for the last three years, pushing his way upwards the Reich's social ladder. He did enjoy working in the embassy, built exclusively for the Reich and it's ambassadors. It overshadowed the much smaller embassies next door, where the aliens had to share quarters with each other. Amazing what threats are able to achieve on the Citadel, it was even the Reich's own soldiers who stood guard out front. This was, without a doubt, a little piece of the Reich in an unholy land. A safe haven in a sea of scum.

The sound of an incoming call pulled Alexander out of his thoughts. He quickly put his papers back in order, and went over to answer the Hologram call. He already knew who it was, and prepared himself accordingly before answering. Adjusting his party uniform so it sat perfectly, he accepted the call and saw the figure of one of his main benefactors looking back at him, wearing a SS Oberst-Gruppenführer uniform.

"Heil Germania!" Alexander quickly gave a salute, of which the figure returned. He was a man known by many names, often to the point that people forgot the man's real name.

"I hope you are doing well." The figure greeted.

"Of course Herr Oberst-Gruppenführer. I am well, and yourself?" Alexander asked as he remained firm in his posture.

"I can't complain, Ambassador. There are plenty of good things unfolding in the Galaxy in these unique times we live in. But… what's the situation on your end Herr Ambassador?" The figure asked back, while he remained seated in his chair on the other end of the call.

"Exactly as you predicted. Chaos in the council. The Batarians are angry at the recent developments in the Attican Traverse. The Führer himself has authorized me to protect German interest before the council." Alexander explained proudly. With the expansion of colonies into the Traverse, the Reich was both getting stronger, and their enemies weaker. The Council had in a sense given the go ahead to the Reich, promising to not interfere in their interest in the region. The Batarians however… They were furious, calling it treason by the council, since they considered those areas of Batarian interest.

"Good, now it's time for you to do your job. I'm very proud of you son, you have done well so far. Now it's just a matter of hammering the deal home. Afterwards, we'll get to work on getting the mission done. When is the next meeting with the council?" The figure asked as he took a drag of his cigarette.

"In about 2 hours. The Batarian ambassador will also be there, to voice his disapproval no doubt." Alexander replied with a smile, of which the figure returned.

"Good. I wish you luck, Alexander. Call me if you need anything else. Sieg Heil." The figure signed off.

"Heil Germania!"

2 hours later.

Council chambers.

Alexander had to admit. The presidium was beautiful in it's own way, the lake and the sun worked wonders together. The artitecture, while not on level with the Reich, was still easy on the eyes. Too bad it was often hard to see from the amount of SS guards that escorted him, armored up like they were rolling into Stalingrad in 1942. Even so many years later, and a surprisingly peaceful presence, there were still aliens out there who wanted to take a shot at the Reich, and being the ambassador meant Alexander was the de facto face of the Reich on the Citadel. To the Council races, he might as well have been the Führer.

The Aliens would never understand the internal Reich politics. They would never understand how different each person was. There are 4 factions in the Reichstag worth mentioning, and yet the aliens saw it was a unified force. That's not to say there wasn't truth to the Alien's beliefs. The Führer unified them into a single force, and sent their aggression outwards instead of inwards, but even so, there were plenty of people who wanted to try the crown on for size.

People like his benefactor. Der Erlkönig… Sometimes called the Shadow Führer as well. Alexander was not blind, even the SS had their fair share of factionalism. But the Erlkönig supported Alexander and his cause, and in turn Alexander found himself agreeing with the Erlkönig on many aspects of Reich's foreign policy.

The Council Chambers were grand, located at the very top of the Presidium. Alexander understood the message they were trying to send. They were important, and you had to take a long elevator ride to even get there. Clearly, they wanted to be seen as God, the ultimate authority in the Galaxy. They weren't the only one with that wish.

He walked confidently towards the council meeting chamber, where he could see the sour looks of all those waiting for him. The three councilors, as well as the Batarian ambassador. He smiled as he took his place. Just waiting for this to go the way he envisioned. This meeting would surely go down in history, one way or another.

"Ambassador Jäger. We have been waiting for you. Are you-" councilor Tevos started, but was cut off by Councilor Sparatus.

"Are we just going to stride over the fact the Ambassador made us wait 10 minutes?!" Sparatus erupted. The Turians would never forget the Reich-Hierarchy war, and neither would the Germans. But that being said, the ice had been very slowly thawing over the past 16 years since the guns went silent. They would never admit it, but even the Hierarchy imported German goods, mostly things like Medi-gel. Usually produced under license.

"Please excuse me, there was trouble in getting here, councilors. I am ready to begin however." Each move Alexander made was calculated. He had all the experience in the world after having served as Ambassador to Japan for a number of years.

"You are excused, Herr Ambassador. We have a lot to talk about, so let us get started." Councilor Valern brushed it off easily, the Salarians were cowards, and hated conflict. Preferring an indirect approach. It was amazing how much Alexander had learned during his time in the Ambassador role. He knew how each Councilor conducted themself, what they did in their free time, their interest and love life. He had enough black mail to make any senior SS officer blush. Alexander nodded to showcase he was content with moving forward with the issue at hand.

"The Batarian Ambassador Kocor Podgolok has raised this issue to the highest authority, which is us. The Batarian hegemony is displeased at the recent developments in the Attican traverse. Ambassador, would you care to elaborate on your point?" Tevos requested as she gestured to Kocor, who stood up and made himself presentable and firm in posture.

"The Batarian hegemony is concerned that the Council is allowing thugs to run free in the galaxy. Several systems in the traverse have been under Batarian rule and interest for the better part of 200 years, something which we feel like the council is brushing over. The Batarians will not be ignored anymore." The Ambassador took a moment to breathe, nice and quiet. "The German Reich is violating Batarian sovereignty and interests by expanding their colonies into our interest zones. This is a clear cut case of the Reich trying to provoke us." Kocor argued as he pointed a finger straight at Alexander. It was nothing new to Alexander, Kocor had always been like this.

"Noted. So the Batarian Hegemony wishes for the council to take action against the German Reich? What measures are they hoping for?" Tevos asked as she looked over at Kocor again.

"Sanctions, military action, expelling them. We don't care, as long as they leave our zones of interests in the traverse effective immediately. Show the Hegemony that you value our friendship and cooperation. You can't choose the Reich over us. We have been here for the better part of 300 years." Kocor was sure in his case, just as sure as Alexander was. Somewhere, he applauded the ugly looking alien for his passion.

Tevos seemed to note down all the Batarian ambassador said. The two other councilors did as well, and Alexander could already see where they were leaning towards. It was clear that councilor Sparatus was sympathetic towards the Batarians, anyone who wasn't the Reich automatically earned the Turians vote. Much like the Americans back during the war, how eager weren't they to ally with the judeo-bolshevik in Russia? Or every single undesirable in Africa? This was no surprise, not by a long shot. Tevos seemed a tad bit more in the Reich's camp, no doubt she enjoyed the luxury goods from Reich's space, and besides… The Batarians had spelt trouble for the council ever since they stumbled into council space. Valern was harder to read, but if Alexander had to wager a guess, he would say a little bit towards the Reich's cause as well. Didn't help that Batarians pirates had increased their raiding in Salarian space.

"What is the Reich's official response to the claims made by the Batarian hegemony?" Councilor Tevos asked as her gaze fell towards Alexander, who promptly made his way to the center stage. Ready to make his case.

"I speak with the authority of the Führer Ulfric Kuhn, who has ordered me to protect German interests in the traverse. The Reich fully understands the Batarian hegemony's position, but is more critical of their utter disregard of Citadel laws, as well as the safety German colonies bring to the traverse. Let us break down how the Reich took extra steps to assure that our colonization was well within Citadel laws. First up: There are no laws stated by the Citadel that deals with colonization outside of the main space a race occupies. The council have never declared the traverse a zone of Batarian interest, and even if they did, there are no laws that dictate that other races can not colonize systems within a zone of interest. The Reich acted in good faith, and will not tolerate a council that won't even consider their own laws before passing out judgements. We do not forgive weakness." Alexander took a moment to see their reactions. Surprisingly content with the first part of his answer, even the Turian councilor struggled to make any counter points.

"Second: The Hitlerstadt accords in 2043, where the Führer personally asked the council for colonization in the traverse. The council is recorded as having stated that the Reich was free to colonize the traverse, but would be doing so at their own risk. In fact, the council greatly encouraged the Reich to begin colonization as soon as possible, since in their words, it greatly increased security in the region. The council even promised us that the Batarian Hegemony wouldn't be upset by that decision." Alexander hit the nail perfectly and precise. "The offices of joint colonization on the citadel had been notified of each and every colony we have ever established in the Traverse, and never blocked us. In fact, much like the council, they encouraged us. We have documents to back up these claims." Alexander was happy with this answer he gave, it came naturally. The script he wrote yesterday even paled in comparison of how he was able to formulate it.

"To make a long tale short, the Reich will not back down. We will not abandon our hard fought effort to bring stability to the Traverse, we have invested too much to back down now." Alexander was giving them a back handed ultimatum, it seemed like Kocor was taking a page out of Alexander's book, but only not as subtle.

"THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS! YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY BELIEVE THIS THUG!" Kocor erupted as he fumed with anger. Alexander swore he saw smoke come out the Batarian's ears.

"Thug?! You are the ones trying to get the Reich kicked out of an entire region of space! I see no bigger thug than the Hegemony in this room." Alexander fired back. How dare that four eyed fuck?

"YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!"

"That's enough!" Tevos stopped the argument. "Thank you Ambassador Jäger for the counter arguments. The council will now decide the outcome of this crisis." Tevos added. She called for a break, which Alexander eagerly accepted. He walked around the tree planted within the chambers. Trying to appear excited, because if he was right, this would mark a glorious victory for the Reich, and set the stage for years to come.

Within 30 minutes, they were called back to the main chamber, where the councilors awaited them. Alexander kept a calm posture, despite feeling smug at what he realized what was going to happen. He looked over at the Batarian ambassador, who seemed more visibly worried at what might happen in just a few moments.

"The council has come to an agreement on the verdict of this case. United, we have decided that we will favor the Reich. Based on Herr Jäger strong argumentation, as well as the promises we have made to the Reich over the years. Not to mention the lack of laws on this area, which unfortunately has led us to decline the Batarian's demands." Tevos spoke for all the councilors, and although the Turian councilor didn't seem too happy with the verdict, he did nod as Tevos spoke.

"WHAT? YOU CAN'T SERIOUS?! YOU WILL PICK THEM OVER US? DOES 300 YEARS MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?" Kocor asked as he scrambled to find the words.

"We have come to an agreement. The case for the removal of the Reich from the Traverse is simply too weak for us to do anything about it. Terribly sorry Ambassador." Tevos replied.

"If you don't come to a new agreement right this instance, the Batarian Hegemony will see no reason to continue cooperation with the council. Should the council keep on ignoring the plight of the Batarians, we will formally renounce any and all treaties we have with the council. THINK ABOUT THAT!" The tension went from moderate to high in an instant. Alexander had seen this coming, and he was trying his hardest to avoid smiling.

The councilors looked at each other, and after a few seconds both the Salarian and Turian councilors nodded to Councilor Tevos. She sighed. "Our decision stands, Ambassador. We hope the Batarian Hegemony will not rush to such drastic measures. Surely there is still a lot to be accomplished by a fruitful dialogue." Tevos replied, and that set off the Batarian Ambassador completely. Might as well have told him to fuck off.

"THAT'S IT! WE ARE LEAVING, AND THIS WILL BE THE LAST TIME YOU SEE A FRIENDLY BATARIAN. MARK MY WORDS GERMAN!" Kocor screamed as he pointed his finger directly at Alexander, who simply shook his head. The Batarian ambassador stormed off, and his bodyguards followed suit. And just like that, the Batarians went rogue. The Council began to discuss it internally.

"The German Reich is glad that the council upheld their values and promises. We will look on this as a benchmark in our diplomacy. While it is regrettable that the Batarians are now leaving, the Reich is willing to help the council in any capacity should it resort to violence." Alexander broke the silence to assure them. They had chosen the Reich over the Hegemony. Not that it made any sense to do anything but that. The Kriegsmarine was growing daily, and would rival the Turian Navy in just a few years. But all that aside, now a new chapter in galactic history would be opened.

"Thank you Ambassador. We appreciate the support." Tevos smiled as best she could under the circumstances.

A few hours later…

German embassy.

After many hours of dialogue with the Council, Alexander had returned to his office. He was excited, years of hard work had paid off. Backroom politics had culminated in an event that would pull headlines for weeks to come. Now, the Batarians would be isolated and aggressive. The most ideal state for the Reich to exploit.

As Alexander approached his desk, he saw a small otherwise non noteworthy box. As he sat down, he took at a small piece of paper underneath the box. He read it carefully.

"A job well done, Herr Ambassador." was all it read, but he knew this gift came from Der Erlkönig. He opened the box, and found a gold watch inside. He tried it on, and it fit him perfectly. Engraved with the symbols of the Reich, nothing could suit him more. He smiled, whatever the next phrase was, it was now onto the Reich proper to organize itself properly to face the coming storm. Before he could think further on the issue, his hologram once again called. He figured it would be the Erlkönig who wanted to set him on the last stage. But instead, it was a very different figure.

"Mein Führer!" Alexander scrambled to salute as perfectly as he could.

"I heard the news Ambassador. While I do not enjoy the tensions that will no doubt come from this, you did a good job of protecting German interests, as well as keeping a good relationship with the council. I have placed the Wehrmacht on increased alert, should the Batarians try anything stupid." Ulfric said. Alexander enjoyed seeing the Führer having to admit he did a good job. It felt right, like years of being ignored fully paying off.

"Thank you Mein Führer. I would definitely advise the same. The Batarians can not be trusted, and will likely be arrogant enough to think they can take us on. I will make sure the Council stays on our side in any such conflict." Alexander promised with a warm smile.

"Good… Good. Forward any noteworthy files to me, otherwise your duties remain the same. Sieg Heil." Ulfric signed off.

"Heil Germania!"

For better or worse, the future is the Reich's to grasp. It's just a matter of reaching your hand out and taking it. Victory belongs to the Reich.