The deep blue material shimmered in the soft light, like the night sky of Earth. Katie carefully smoothed the silk fabric of her dress, standing before the tall mirror in her bedroom. Her reflection looked back with the same anxiety she felt inside—the evening promised to be challenging.
Invitations to the gala reception had been sent out several months in advance, but it was the Primarch's personal message to Admiral Shepard yesterday night that had raised the stakes. Though carefully worded and diplomatic, Castis Vakarian's meaning couldn't have been clearer: he hoped that the upcoming event would provide the two leaders an opportunity to reestablish rapport after the devastating attack by the Nova Legion. It was now the turian's turn to break all protocols and request a meeting in an informal setting.
But Katie knew what truly concerned her father. This event was organized by the Asari Embassy to showcase the latest developments in biotics and mass effect technology. And after the recent incident that had thrust her abilities into the spotlight, Katie had no illusion as to who would be the centerpiece of the gala—all eyes, from curious to wary, would be fixed squarely on her.
A soft knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. "Come in," she called.
Admiral Shepard entered the room, his eyes softened as he took in the sight of his daughter. "You look beautiful, Kathreen."
She managed a tiny smile. "Thanks. I just hope I don't trip over this dress and draw even more attention."
The admiral chuckled, but his expression quickly turned serious. "You know you don't have to go if you don't want to."
Katie absently traced the almost healed bullet graze on her arm and looked at her father. It wasn't entirely so, and they both knew it. Alongside the Primarch's official invite, Shepard had received another—one that carried the weight of centuries and the subtle threat of political consequences. Matriarch Benezia, the gala's main benefactor, had personally requested the presence of the Alliance admiral 'and his daughter.'
Benezia. The name alone was enough to make seasoned diplomats break into a cold sweat. The matriarch was one of the most influential asari leaders, whose voice shaped some of the galaxy's crucial decisions. The admiral knew she was a formidable power, both biotic and political, making her an ally to be courted and a foe to be feared. And when a matriarch of Benezia's caliber expresses awish, it's about as optional as breathing.
Katie met her father's gaze, understanding the pressure that weighed on his shoulders. An asari matriarch could be a huge support to Alliance efforts in the Citadel space. She held the key to humanity's standing on the station, and tonight was a chance to turn that key.
"It will be fine," she said, injecting confidence into her voice that she didn't entirely feel. "I won't let you down."
"You could never let me down, Kathreen..." her father's voice was both affectionate and concerned. "It's not about me—"
"I know," she cut him off gently. "But we don't have much choice, do we? Not after..." She trailed off, her mind flashing to Nova Legion's assault.
"The attack has put you in the spotlight," he finished for her in a tight voice. "People will be watching, assessing. Every damn politician, diplomat, and nosy journalist in the galaxy will be picking apart your every move."
"No pressure, right?" Katie said, attempting to lighten the mood.
Her father's expression remained serious, his eyes searching hers. "I know it's a lot, but I need you to be at your best tonight. Diplomatic, charismatic, and above all, in control."
In control of her biotics.
"And I need you to be ready for their attention," he continued, his grip on her shoulder tightening slightly. "Asari assessing your potential, turian generals gauging the threat, salarian scientists probably itching to get a DNA sample."
The thought was certainly unpleasant, but Katie steeled herself. She'd faced down batarian slavers and survived. She could handle a bunch of stuffy politicians. Probably.
Her father forgot to mention their own people. Up until now, Admiral Shepard had managed to keep her abilities a secret, known only to a trusted few in High Command. But after the attack, the genie was out of the bottle. Half the Alliance brass saw her as their secret weapon, the other half as a liability waiting to explode. Literally.
Katie straightened up, squaring her shoulders. "I understand. I'm ready."
Her father smiled, pride evident in his eyes. "You look like you are. Now, let's go show the galaxy what humanity is made of."
Katie nodded, but underneath it all she felt a pang of guilt. She wasn't going just because of the matriarch's not-so-subtle summons or the weight of galactic politics. No, her reasons were far more selfish.
She wanted to see Garrus.
Ever since their stolen moment in the Consort's chambers, an overwhelming sensation of longing had taken root in her very core. It was as if Garrus had left a piece of himself with her. The butterflies in her stomach were relentless, a swarm of wing-beats that refused to quiet, day or night.
She couldn't explain it, couldn't rationalize the depth of her need. All she knew was that she had to see him, to be in the same space, to breathe the same air. The thought of those piercing blue eyes finding her across a crowded room sent shivers down her spine, a delicious tension that left her breathless.
Katie found herself wondering—hoping—if Garrus felt it too. That he ached for her presence as she did for his. Lay awake at night, replaying their moments together, yearning for more.
Garrus sat in the skycar, barely registering the buildings and bustling nightlife of the Citadel as they flew by. His mind wandered to his bondmate and the way her eyes had sparkled when she mentioned the gala at Ezra Towers with the slight catch in her voice that betrayed her excitement.
"Will you be there?"
He had known immediately that he had to find a way, to see her, to be in her presence even if they couldn't openly acknowledge each other.
It hadn't been difficult to secure an invitation. His participation in the high-profile peace talks summit and his connection to the Primarch had opened doors that otherwise might have remained closed. A few discreet inquiries, a carefully worded request, and suddenly he found himself on the guest list for one of the most prestigious events on the Citadel.
The journey to the Ezra Towers passed in a blur of lights and motion, his mind preoccupied—not just with his human, but with the grim thoughts that had haunted him for days.
Saren's smug face, the conspiracy lurking in the shadows, the image of Katie's biotics erupting in a display of power, and the fragile peace teetering on the brink—all of it clawed at his mind, demanding attention.
But not tonight. Tonight, he forcibly shoved those worries aside. He knew the security would be tight, the event itself filled with some of the most powerful biotics in the galaxy. The conspirators would never dare to try anything there.
The vehicle touched down on the landing pad, and the turian stepped out into the cool, filtered air of the Citadel night. The Towers loomed above him, a marvel of asari architecture that seemed to defy the very laws of physics. Streams of guests were already making their way into the building, a diverse mix of species, all dressed in their finest attire.
Garrus stepped into the main hall and was momentarily overwhelmed by the sheer opulence of the scene. The vast chamber stretched out before him, its ceiling so high it seemed to disappear into the galaxy above. He had to crane his neck to take in the full scope of the room. Massive windows lined one wall, offering a breathtaking view of the Citadel's glittering landscape beyond. The night sky was a tapestry of stars and distant nebulae, punctuated by the constant flow of air traffic.
But what truly caught Garrus's attention were the displays. Asari biotics, glowing with dark energy, performed intricate dances in the air, manipulating objects and creating mesmerizing patterns of light and shadow.
The theme of the gala—Galactic Unity and Biotic Advancement—was evident in every aspect of the decor. Holographic art installations dotted the room, each one a collaboration between artists of different species. He paused before one that particularly caught his eye: a shimmering representation of DNA strands from various races, intertwining and separating in a complex ballet. The images shifted subtly, emphasizing the similarities between species even as it celebrated their differences.
Garrus's trained eye couldn't help but sweep the room, assessing potential security risks out of habit. He noted the discreet presence of asari security and C-Sec officers positioned strategically around the perimeter, their vigilant gazes belying their relaxed postures.
The guest list was as impressive as the venue itself. Garrus recognized faces from all corners of the galaxy—political leaders, renowned scientists, military officials, and cultural icons. Matriarch Benezia, the host of the evening, stood in the center of the room. Her presence was magnetic, drawing a constant stream of admirers.
He made his way deeper into the hall, spotted the Primarch engaged in conversation with a group of asari matriarchs, and made a mental note to pay his respects later. For now, his focus was entirely on finding his bondmate.
"Major Vakarian," a smooth voice called out, and Garrus turned to see the Consort Sha'ira. Her smile was knowing, almost amused, as she regarded him. "I didn't expect to see you at an event like this."
Garrus inclined his head respectfully. "Consort. I could say the same for you. I wasn't aware you attended such... public functions."
Sha'ira laughed softly. "Even I enjoy a change of scenery now and then, Major. Besides, an event focused on unity seems particularly relevant given the current political climate, don't you think?"
A hint of suggestion in her tone made Garrus flush in the back of his neck. Of course, the Consort knew about his true reasons for attending. He kept his expression neutral as he replied, "Indeed. Unity is something we should all strive for, especially in the times like these."
Sha'ira's eyes twinkled with something that looked suspiciously like mischief. "Well, I won't keep you. I'm sure you have many people to speak with tonight. Do enjoy yourself, Major."
As she glided away, he continued his circuit of the room, his senses on high alert for any sign of Katie or Admiral Shepard. Garrus made his way towards one of the refreshment tables, took a glass of turian brandy just to have something to occupy his hands. The conversations around him was a mix of political discourse, scientific debate, and the kind of small talk that seemed to be universal across all species.
"...the humans' rapid advancement in biotic capabilities is concerning," a turian diplomat was saying to his asari counterpart. "If they continue at this pace..."
"...peace talks are progressing, but there are still significant hurdles," an elderly human was explaining to a curious volus. "The issue of reparations, for one..."
"...cannot ignore the potential applications in warfare," a salarian was arguing passionately. "The ethical implications alone..."
And then, suddenly, there she was.
Katie entered the hall on her father's arm, followed by the rest of the Alliance delegates—everyone except Ezno, who was still recovering from his leg wound, though Garrus knew he had already been discharged from the hospital.
Admiral Shepard walked with a controlled pace, clad in the official dark navy uniform, all crisp lines and polished buttons. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly styled, and his posture was straight—every inch the decorated war hero and respected diplomat.
But it was Katie who truly took Garrus's breath away. She wore a gown of deep blue that seemed to ripple like water with every movement. The color was a perfect complement not just to her father's uniform, but her own complexion and the unique violet of her eyes. Her golden hair was cascading over one shoulder in soft waves.
Matriarch Benezia was the first to approach them, parting the sea of people as she moved.
"Admiral Shepard." Her voice carried easily over the murmur of the crowd. "We are honored by your presence this evening. And this must be your daughter, Kathreen. Welcome, both of you, to the Ezra Towers."
Shepard bowed his head respectfully. "The honor is ours, Matriarch. Thank you for your gracious invitation."
As the formalities were exchanged, Katie stood at her father's side, scanning he room with a neutral look, smiling politely at everyone who addressed her… until her eyes found Garrus and dilated slightly. Her smile in that moment was something other. The crimson of her cheek excited him and sent him reeling.
The eye contact was broken when several matriarchs engaged her in conversation.
"Miss Shepard, we've heard fascinating reports about the unique aspects of human biotic abilities. And what we've seen in the news… Would you be willing to share your insights?"
Katie hesitated for a moment, then answered. "Biotics is still a relatively new phenomenon for our species. Unlike the asari, who have evolved with these abilities over millennia, we're still learning to harness and control our powers. But we've made significant strides in understanding the potential applications, both in civilian and military contexts."
More and more guests were gravitating towards the human delegation, drawn by the lively debate and the chance to interact with the admiral and his people. Even some of the more skeptical turians were edging closer, their initial wariness giving way to curiosity.
Throughout it all, Katie remained a welcoming and steady presence. She spoke when addressed, offering insightful comments and asking thoughtful questions. The admiral watched her with a calm expression, stepping into the discussion when necessary while having conversations of his own.
When Shepard and his daughter made their way through the room, Garrus noticed the attention she drew. Salarians paused their rapid-fire conversations, asari gazes followed her movements a moment too long, some curious about her biotic display from the news feeds, others analyzing her potential. A few turian mandibles twitched here and there with interest, but remained politely reserved. She was striking in that blue dress, certainly, but Garrus knew it was more than that—Katie was a new Citadel sensation.
Across the room, Oraka stood with Sparatus, deep in discussion. That was odd—Garrus hadn't known the two socialized outside the negotiation chambers. Whatever the Councilor was saying made the older admiral's posture shift with unease. But then Oraka's eyes drifted to Katie as she passed, and Garrus caught the familiar glint of appreciation in his expression. Ever since that dinner at Shepard's residence, Oraka had shown a particular interest in human culture—or rather, a certain representative of the said culture. The thought was amusing.
His amusement faded when he spotted Alenko. The human major walked towards his bondmate and offered her a glass. Garrus clenched his fists as he forced himself to stay rooted in place, eyes zeroed in on the human who dared to touch what was his.
As the crowd swirled around her, something else flickered at the edge of Garrus's vision, making his plates itch.
Against the far wall stood Saren, studying Katie with the same predatory gaze he always had. The Spectre hadn't changed his stance, but something about seeing those cold eyes on her again made Garrus's restraint finally snap. That's enough. He started to move towards the barefaced, fingers flexing unconsciously, when a familiar voice cut through his rage-induced haze.
"Garrus? Is that you?"
He whirled around, momentarily disoriented, to find Liara T'Soni staring at him with a mixture of surprise and delight.
"What a surprise to see you here," she smiled, gliding closer with the innate grace of her species.
"Liara," Garrus managed. He couldn't help darting a glance back to where Saren had been standing, only to find the spot empty.
Liara's gaze swept over him, taking in his formal attire and tense posture. Her brow furrowed slightly, picking up on his discomfort. "It's been a while, hasn't it? You look... different."
"I… um," he stammered, shifting his weight uncomfortably, acutely aware of the heat creeping up his neck and grateful for the high collar of his ceremonial outfit. Memories of their last encounter—intimate, intense, and ultimately awkward—flashed through his mind, adding to his embarrassment. "How have you been?"
To his surprise, Liara's face broke into her usual joyful smile. "Good! Really good, actually. And you? What brings Major Vakarian to this glittering affair?"
Her easy manner threw him off balance. Garrus fumbled for a response. "I'm here as part of the Hierarchy's delegation. What about you?"
Liara's smile took on a mischievous edge. "Oh, you know. Just attending my mother's boring event."
Garrus froze, mandibles going slack with surprise. "Matriarch Benezia is your mother?"
Liara's laughed. "The one and only. Don't tell me you didn't know?"
The realization hit Garrus hard. He had known Liara for months, shared meldings with her, and yet he had no idea she was the daughter of one of the most powerful asari matriarchs and spiritual leaders of her people. He had tried so hard to hide some aspects of his life from her that he never found the time to actually learn about hers. The thought brought a fresh wave of guilt.
But before he could dwell on it, Liara's attention shifted. Her gaze focused on something behind him, expression changing to one of keen interest.
"I never thought she was human."
Garrus followed her line of sight, heart skipping a beat as he realized she was looking at Katie. His bondmate stood across the room, oblivious to their scrutiny, politely smiling at a volus diplomat's anecdote.
When he turned back to Liara, he found her watching him with a knowing smile. "She is lovely, Garrus."
Fuck.
"I don't—" he started, not even sure what he was going to say.
Her expression took on a sympathetic tilt. "I understand now. How complicated it must be for you both."
His mind raced, searching desperately for a way to deflect. Had he really been that obvious?
"It's not what you think," he managed weakly.
"Of course it's not. You haven't been standing here eyeballing at the admiral's daughter. And your whole demeanor is definitely not broadcastingmineevery time someone gets too close to her." Her smile turned teasing. "Goddess only knows what your subvocals are screaming right now."
Garrus tightened his mandibles against his face. "Whatever you think you know—"
"It's alright, Garrus," she cut him off, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "Your secret's safe with me. But you might want to work on your cues if you're going to keep this up. You're not as subtle as you think you are."
And just like that the young asari gave his arm a final squeeze and slipped away, disappearing into the crowd as smoothly as she had appeared. He was left standing alone, feeling exposed in a way that was not at all pleasant.
She had just finished a particularly tedious conversation with a volus ambassador when she felt a presence at her elbow. Turning, Katie found herself face to face with Matriarch Benezia. The asari's ageless face was serene, but her eyes sparkled with keen intelligence.
"Miss Shepard. I hope you're enjoying the festivities."
Katie inclined her head respectfully. "Matriarch Benezia. The gala is lovely, thank you again for your invitation."
Benezia's lips curved in a small smile. "The honor is mine, my dear. I've been hoping for an opportunity to speak with you." The matriarch's gaze was penetrating, and Katie felt those ancient eyes were seeing right through her. "I must admit I find humans utterly fascinating. Your species has accomplished so much in such a short time."
Katie felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach but kept her expression neutral. "We've been fortunate in many ways," she replied diplomatically. "And we have much to learn from the other races of the galaxy."
Benezia nodded, her eyes never leaving Katie's, as if peeling away the layers of carefully measured diplomacy in her answers. She was not interested in rehearsed formalities or polite restraint—it felt like she was searching for something else.
"Your biotics," she mused, tilting her head slightly. "It manifests in an unusual shade. Purple. This is not common among asari... or any other species, for that matter."
Katie swallowed, choosing her words carefully. "It's a genetic mutation," she explained. "A rare one. Some humans born in Hades Nexus exhibited it—"
"Fascinating," Benezia interrupted probably knowing what Katie as about to say and clearly not caring one bit. "Unique indeed."
Before Katie could formulate a response, she noticed several other asari approaching.
"Ah, allow me to introduce," Benezia said, gesturing to the newcomers. "Dr. Liara T'Soni, a promising archaeologist, and Dr. Rana Thanoptis, one of our leading experts in biotic research."
Katie nodded politely to each of them. Dr. T'Soni, a young asari with kind eyes, offered a warm smile. Dr. Thanoptis, on the other hand, regarded Katie with the clinical interest of a scientist observing a particularly intriguing specimen.
"Miss Shepard," Dr. Thanoptis began without preamble, "I've been studying the reports on human biotic development. The rate at which your species has adapted to element zero exposure is unprecedented."
Katie felt sadness at the scientist's words.
Humanity had looked down on those affected by eezo exposure for generations—long before they discovered mass effect technology or activated the Charon Relay. Back then, colonists spent years crossing the stars slowly, settling new worlds without shortcuts. People like her mother had known nothing but mistrust and fear for most of their lives. Still, Katie kept her voice steady as she replied, "It's been a challenging process, but we're making progress in understanding and harnessing our abilities."
Dr. T'Soni spoke up, her voice soft but eager. "The archaeological implications are fascinating as well. The discovery of ancient civilizations' ruins on Mars seems to have accelerated human technological development significantly. I'd love to hear your thoughts on how that's influenced your society's view of your place in the galaxy."
Katie smiled at the young archaeologist's genuine enthusiasm. "It has certainly changed our perspective," she admitted. "Knowing that we're not alone in the universe, that there were advanced civilizations long before us... it's both humbling and inspiring."
As the conversation continued, she became increasingly aware of the growing crowd around them. Other asari had drifted over, drawn by the presence of Matriarch Benezia and the novelty of the human biotic in their midst.
"Miss Shepard," Dr. Thanoptis again, "I wonder if you might indulge us with a small demonstration of your abilities? Nothing too taxing, of course. Just a small taste."
Katie stiffened, her eyes scanning the crowd for her father. Admiral Shepard was deep in conversation with the Primarch, completely distracted.
"I'm not sure," she murmured. "I wouldn't want to cause any damage or..."
"Nonsense," Benezia said warmly. "We have plenty of space, and I'm sure there's no risk at all. Please, indulge us. It would be a true honor to witness your abilities firsthand."
Katie glanced around, her heart racing as she took in the eager faces of the asari scientists and the curious looks from other nearby guests.
It will be fine, she told herself, trying to steady her nerves. This wasn't a battlefield. There were no screams piercing the air, no deafening gunfire, no immediate threats to trigger her fight-or-flight response. Just do something small. That's all they're asking for, really. Just a taste of what humans are capable of, nothing more. She considered her options, thinking of a simple demonstration that would satisfy their curiosity without pushing her limits too far.
This was indeed a controlled, peaceful environment—the soft music swirled around, the gentle murmur of conversation was soothing, waiters with cool glasses of alcoholic beverages reminded her of the many social events she had attended in the Alliance space. This one was no different.
Yet, as Katie's eyes met Benezia's, a flicker of doubt crept in. Though the matriarch's expression remained outwardly warm, there was a sharpness to her interest—something that felt like more than just scientific curiosity.
Katie pushed the thought away.
I can do this. I'm in control.
This was her chance to represent humanity, to show that their biotics could be a force for wonder rather than destruction.
This is why she was here.
"How can I refuse Matriarch Benezia herself," she finally spoke out loud, forcing a smile.
The head asari smiled in return, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She waved her hand gracefully and the crowd made a step back, creating a space around them.
Taking a deep breath, Katie closed her eyes, trying to center herself. She reached deep within, past the anxiety and the memories threatening to surface, to that well of power she so feared. When she opened her eyes again, there was a new intensity in her violet.
She summoned her energy. A soft glow enveloped her form, flickering and bending light. Several nearby guests gasped in surprise as they witnessed human biotics in action for the first time.
With a subtle gesture, she began to shape the air around her, creating a miniature galaxy of swirling energy. Tiny stars and planets formed from shimmering dark matter, their orbits intricately woven in a dazzling display of cosmic beauty of vibrant purple.
"Remarkable," Dr. Thanoptis breathed, her eyes wide with fascination. "No amplifiers of any kind... it's far beyond what we expected from humans at this stage."
Encouraged by her reaction, Katie felt a surge of confidence. She pushed further, expanding her cosmic demonstration. The miniature galaxy grew more complex, with swirling nebulae and pulsing quasars joining the dance of planets and stars.
As the onlookers marveled at her skill, Katie felt a rush of exhilaration. The power flowed through her more freely now, responding to her will with an ease she had never experienced before. She was vaguely aware of the strain, of the sweat beading on her brow, but the thrill of creation drowned out everything else.
The air began to crackle with excess energy. The nearby glasses started to vibrate, their delicate stems humming with a resonance. Lost in the flow of power, Katie didn't realize she was summoning more force. The galaxy she had created began to warp, its once-graceful orbits pulsed with tremendous bursts.
Just as she reached the peak of her display, feeling a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion, something shifted. The energy felt different somehow—heavier, foreign, as if another force had entered the delicate balance she'd created.
Katie felt a subtle push…
Garrus watched in awe as her biotics swirled around her, a breathtaking display of raw power shaped into something so delicate. She was in control—
Until suddenly, she wasn't.
The energy shifted, subtle but undeniable, as if something foreign threaded into the balance she had created. The controlled elegance of her display faltered, the glowing tendrils of dark energy warping at the edges. His mandibles tightened. This wasn't just exhaustion. This was something else.
Then he saw it—Katie's expression flickered, her eyes going distant, unfocused. That same look again. A memory had taken hold, dragging her somewhere else, somewhere dark.
The air around her now rippled ominously. The miniature cosmos she had created spun faster, planets expanding beyond her control, their orbits becoming erratic and unpredictable. Her barrier shimmered wildly, pulses of uncontrolled biotic energy radiating outward in chaotic bursts.
The crowd stirred, confused—unsure whether this was part of the demonstration or not.
Garrus knew what was happening, though he couldn't understand why. There were no obvious triggers, no sudden noise or threat that could have sparked this response. Yet something had changed. He started moving through the crowd, thoughts of secrecy pushed somewhere to the edges of his mind. All he knew was that he had to get to his bondmate before the memories could overwhelm her once more.
Suddenly, Matriarch Benezia took a step forward. With a confident motion born out of centuries of practice, she extended her own biotics, creating a containment field around Katie. The asari's power was controlled and precise, gently subduing the human's wild energy without causing harm.
She approached and placed a hand on Katie's shoulder, grounding her. "Easy, child. You're safe. Let it go."
Katie blinked slowly refocusing her eyes on the present, pulling herself free from whatever hell had momentarily swallowed her whole.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, so softly Garrus barely heard it. But he knew that apology wasn't for the crowd, nor for Benezia. It was for something unseen. The ghosts still clinging to her mind.
As the last remnants of whatever nightmare had gripped her began to fade, Benezia remained close, her hand still resting on Katie's shoulder. The gesture was reassuring, grounding, but Garrus saw something else in it, too.
Control.
"It's alright," the matriarch spoke, her voice seemingly kind.
Slowly, Katie released her biotic hold. The purple light that had filled the room grew fainter until it disappeared completely, leaving behind a heavy silence.
It was into this silence that Admiral Shepard burst, pushing through the crowd. His face was a mask of concern, all pretense of diplomatic composure forgotten in his worry for his daughter. "Kathreen!" he called out and reached for her. "Are you alright?"
She turned towards her father's voice. He came closer and embraced her slightly.
"I'm okay," she mumbled, though her pale face and trembling hands told a different story.
Garrus, who had finally made his way to the edge of the group, felt his heart clench at the sight of her distress. He didn't dare to go further, hung back, watching with aching helplessness as others tended to her.
"I must apologize, Admiral Shepard," Benezia spoke. "It was thoughtless of me to request such a demonstration from Miss Shepard. Especially so soon after she was forced to use her abilities in combat. She is not properly trained, and I should have considered the strain it might put on her."
Garrus observed Benezia, his suspicions growing. There was more to her words than a simple apology; he could sense it. A fear gripped him. Could the matriarch have sensed something during Katie's loss of control? Could she have seen into her mind, glimpsed the traumatic memories that had surfaced? The thought made his plates itch with anxiety.
Admiral Shepard nodded stiffly.
"No harm done, Matriarch," he said, but the tension in his voice betrayed his concern and perhaps a hint of suspicion of his own.
"Why don't you have her sit down in the main ballroom?" Benezia suggested, her tone gentle but suffering no objections. "I believe the orchestra is about to begin a new set."
Shepard nodded, then turned to lead Katie away.
The crowd began to disperse, and Garrus felt the undercurrent of excitement running through the room. Despite the near-disaster they had just witnessed, many of the guests seemed more intrigued than ever. He caught snippets of conversation, words like 'unprecedented' and 'fascinating' being thrown around with alarming frequency.
"She is quite remarkable," a voice said at Garrus's elbow. Liara was standing beside him watching Katie and her father. "She has a lot to learn about her power, but the intensity of it... it's unlike anything I've seen in a non-asari biotic."
Garrus was silent, not trusting himself to speak. His eyes were still fixed on his female's retreating form.
"I'm sure she'll be fine," Liara added in a reassuring tone. "Humans are quite resilient. It's one of the things that makes them so fascinating."
"Sometimes resilience comes at too high a price," he answered in a tight voice.
His heart ached with the need to follow, to ensure Katie was truly alright. The fear in her eyes, the trembling of her hands—would it ever stop? Garrus felt utterly helpless, standing by and watching as others comforted her. The irony of it was not lost on him. He, who had sworn to protect her, who had bonded with her, was reduced to a mere spectator in her moment of need.
As the orchestra's final notes faded into applause and the interlude started, Garrus allowed himself a glance in the direction where Katie was sitting with her father.
He had been waiting for this all evening. During the performance, when the guests had finally ceased their incessant mingling to enjoy the music, he had formulated his plan. Now, with the crowd still focused on the stage, he saw his chance.
Seizing the moment of transition, Garrus caught Katie's gaze. With a subtle tilt of his head towards one of the side exits and a slight pull of his mandibles—a gesture he hoped she would decipher—he signaled his intent. Understanding gleamed in her eyes, accompanied by a hint of excitement.
Katie leaned towards Admiral Shepard, her lips moving in what was presumably a quiet excuse. Her father nodded. She rose from her seat, and Garrus casually made his way towards the exit, then slipped out of the ballroom and into a quieter corridor.
The hallway was dimly lit, so unlike the glittering hall of the main event. He moved swiftly, footsteps nearly silent on the soft carpet. He had studied the layout of the Ezra Towers in advance—a habit born from years of military training. There was a small meeting room just around the corner, not used for the event.
The turian had just reached the door when he heard the soft rustle of fabric behind him. Turning, he saw her approach. Without a word, he opened the door and ushered Katie inside. The room was dark and cool, a welcome respite from the heat and noise of the gala.
The door closed behind them, and there was a moment of stillness. Then, as if a dam had broken, they moved towards each other. Garrus enveloped Katie in his arms, one hand cradling her head, the other pressed firmly against her lower back, savoring the familiar contours of her form against his.
Katie's arms went around his neck, fingers finding his fringe. A low rumble of pleasure escaped Garrus's throat; he lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers in a turian kiss.
For a moment, they simply stood there, breathing each other in. Then, she tilted her head up, her lips seeking his mouth plates in a kiss of her own. He met her halfway, pressing against her softness. Garrus had never quite gotten used to the strange sensation of human kissing, but he loved it all the same. Loved the way Katie exhaled into his mouth, closing her eyes.
Frustration built as the kiss intensified. His gloved talons craved her skin. With a low growl, he withdrew slightly.
"What's wrong?" Katie asked, her voice breathy.
"Nothing. I just need to feel you."
She watched him struggle with a particularly stubborn fastening. "Do turians always keep their gloves on?"
"It's a cultural thing. Exposing our talons in public is seen as... well, uncivilized. Aggressive. We only go bare-handed at home, with those closest to us, or in battle."
As the second glove finally came off, Garrus flexed his fingers, relishing the feeling of freedom. Then, slowly, he brought his hand to Katie's face, tracing the curve of her cheek. His talons moved, skimming down to her jawline before drifting lower to her warm and exposed neck. She didn't flinch, didn't pull away—she only tilted her head slightly, a silent invitation, a show of trust that sent a deep, aching heat through him.
"I've missed this," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. "Missed you."
"I've missed you too," he rustled. "More than I can say."
Their mouths met again; the kiss grew deeper, more passionate this time. Turian hands roamed the human body, relearning every curve, every dip. He reveled in the little gasps and sighs she made, in the way her body responded to his touch.
But even as desire threatened to overwhelm him, a part of Garrus remained alert. He was acutely aware of where they were. Reluctantly, he pulled back, though he kept Katie close in the circle of his arms.
"We need to be careful. There are a lot of turians out there. They might pick up on our scents."
She nodded silently.
"I hate this," he growled.
"I know," Katie whispered, her fingers gently tracing his mandible.
No further words came. None were needed.
His face went for that one spot he adored, where her scent was the strongest—the crook of her neck. The skin there was soft, unmarked…Spirits. His teeth grazed it carefully without breaking.
Katie shivered.
"Are you still up for tomorrow's drinks?" His subvocals hummed with something deeper, something raw. "I need you... somewhere private. Without prying eyes."
"Yes," she breathed out.
His hands traced her curves, feeling her heart quicken. "There's a club in the Wards called Flux," he purred. "It's not as high-profile as some of the other places on the Citadel. We could meet there."
"Garrus..." she whispered, surrendering to his touch.
He pulled her closer, sensing her response. "Katie," he growled, his voice dangerously low. Desire filled the narrow space between them.
It was overwhelming—she was overwhelming. Knowing what would follow, Garrus forced himself to step back, his body rigid with self-control. Katie's eyes, now deep violet, gradually regained focus as the contact broke.
"The admiral has a late session tomorrow," she said, her voice steadying. "Followed by a private meeting with the Primarch. I can slip away then."
Garrus nodded. "Good. My friend, the one I told you about, will be there to provide cover. And speaking of cover..." He activated his omni-tool. "Give me your arm."
Katie complied, watching curiously as Garrus manipulated her device. "What are you doing?"
"Installing some anti-spy software," Garrus explained, his fingers moving swiftly over the holographic interface. "A gift from a quarian tech expert. It'll allow us to send messages without anyone being able to intercept them. And also exchange location markers."
As the software finished installing, Garrus said, "There. Now we can stay in touch, no matter what."
"Thank you." Katie looked up at him. "For finding a way, even in these impossible circumstances."
Garrus leaned in, rubbing their foreheads. "Always," he murmured. "No matter what happens, I'll always find a way to you."
They stood like that for a long moment, savoring their closeness. But all too soon, reality intruded. Katie sighed and pulled away. "I should get back."
His every instinct rebelled against letting her go. "I'll wait a few minutes before following."
"Tomorrow night," she said, her voice full of promise. "Flux."
"Tomorrow night," Garrus agreed, stealing one last kiss.
With a final look, she turned and slipped out of the room. He listened to the soft sound of her footsteps fading down the corridor.
The warmth of his touch still lingered on her skin when Katie slipped out of the secluded room. She slowed her pace, taking a deep breath to compose herself before rejoining the main ballroom. But as she turned the corner, she found her path blocked by a figure that was leaning against a wall.
Saren Arterius stood right before her, his presence as unsettling as ever.
"Well, well," the dual-toned voice slithered through the air. "What have we here? Miss Shepard…"
Katie fought to keep her expression neutral. "Spectre Arterius. I didn't expect to see you here."
Saren's mandibles twitched in amusement. "Oh? And where did you expect me to be, Miss Shepard? Surely you don't think I'd miss such an important gathering of galactic dignitaries?"
A hint of mockery in his tone set her on edge.
"Of course not," she replied, forcing a polite smile. "I simply meant I hadn't seen you at the gala earlier."
Saren pushed off from the wall, taking a step closer. She fought the urge to back away, knowing it would only show weakness.
"I prefer to observe from the shadows," he said. "You'd be surprised what one can learn when people think they're unobserved."
The implication in his words was clear. How long had he been listening? What had he heard?
As if answering her question, Saren continued, "The admiral's daughter, sneaking away from the party. That's... intriguing."
"Just needed a moment. The noise of the gala can be a bit overwhelming at times."
Saren took another step, towering over her.
"I see," he purred. "And I suppose Major Vakarian was... helping you find some peace and quiet?"
Her stomach dropped.
"Major Vakarian and I barely know each other. We've only interacted at official functions," she said, injecting a note of confusion into her voice. "So I'm not sure what you're implying, Spectre."
"No? Tell me, Miss Shepard, do you often slip away from important diplomatic functions for... private meetings?"
Katie felt her face flush. "I don't see how that's any of your concern."
He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "Oh, but it is my concern. Everything that happens during the peace summit is my concern. Especially when it involves key players in these delicate negotiations."
Katie felt her biotics flare instinctively. "You don't know what you're talking about," she hissed, her fear giving way to anger.
Saren's eyes lit up at the display. "Don't I? Then perhaps you'd care to explain why you smell of a turian? Vakarian scent doesn't suit you."
Before Katie could respond, Garrus's voice came low and warning, "Step away from her." He emerged from behind the corner, gaze locked on Saren.
"Ah, Major Vakarian. How kind of you to join us. We were just discussing the importance of... discretion in diplomatic affairs."
Garrus moved to stand beside Katie. "I heard exactly what you were discussing, Spectre. And I don't advise you ever to speak to her in this manner again." His fringe narrowed—something that caught Saren's eye right away.
"Careful, Major," he said with fake concern. "You wouldn't want to cause an incident, would you? Especially not when you're in such a... compromising position."
"What are you talking about?"
Spectre's gaze dropped pointedly to Garrus's hands. "You seem to have forgotten something, Major. Your gloves, perhaps? And my, my... have you dulled your talons? How very... considerate of you."
Garrus uttered another warning growl, his posture stiffening defensively.
Saren simply regarded him with cold amusement before making a low crackling sound that passed for a laugh, the turned back to Katie. "Tell me, Miss Shepard, does your father know about your taste in men? Or should I say, turians?"
"You have no right to make these accusations," she retorted.
"I'm merely stating observations. But please, by all means, continue with your little light show. It's quite impressive."
Only now did she notice her biotics kept glowing, reacting to her distress.
Garrus took a step forward, placing himself between Katie and Saren. "Back off, Arterius. Whatever game you're playing, it ends now."
"Oh, I don't think so, pup. In fact, I think the game is just beginning."
The tension in the corridor was palpable. Garrus's hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his entire body coiled and ready to spring. Katie's biotics pulsed around her, poised to unleash.
For a moment, it seemed as though the confrontation would escalate into physical plane. But then Saren took a deliberate step back.
"As entertaining as this has been," he said, voice laced with sarcasm, "I'm afraid I have other matters to attend to. But don't think this is over. We'll be seeing each other again... very soon."
With that, he slid past Garrus and continued down the corridor. After several steps, the Spectre halted and glanced back over his shoulder.
"Oh, and Major? You might want to be more careful in the future. You are all covered in her. It would be a shame if someone were to catch wind of your little secret ahead of schedule."
Ahead of schedule?
With that, he walked away. Katie watched him go, uncertain where the Spectre was headed. Was there even an exit that way? It seemed unlikely that he had ended up in this corridor just to eavesdrop on their conversation. Her thoughts swirled in confusion, but one nagged at her more than the others.
"Garrus... what are we going to do?"
"We'll figure it out," he answered, reaching out to gently caress her cheek.
Katie leaned into his touch, drawing comfort from his presence. But the fear lingered, a cold knot in the pit of her stomach. Saren knew their secret, and something told her the Spectre wasn't about to let such valuable information go to waste.
"We should get back," Garrus said. "Before you're missed."
They made their way silently to the doors leading back to the reception. There, they paused, reluctant to part.
"Katie. Promise me you'll be careful. Stay away from Saren. If he approaches you again, if he tries anything..."
"I know," she replied, holding his gaze. "I'll be on my guard. And I have my biotics if things get... difficult."
She gave him a small smile, reaching out to briefly squeeze his hand. But as her fingers slipped from his, she saw his posture tightening. His mandibles flared, head tilted as if listening intently.
"What is it?"
"You should go," he said with low unsettling vibrations in his voice.
She hesitated, then moved to the doors, casting a last glance back at her turian, who stood unmoving in the corridor. When the doors slid open, she immediately understood what had triggered his alarm. Kaidan was right outside, scanning the crowd. Garrus had detected his scent even through the doors.
"Kathreen," Alenko smiled. The genuine warmth in his expression only intensified her agitation. "I've been looking for you. Are you alright?"
She returned his smile, still rattled by Saren and torn by guilt of her sneaking out to Garrus right from under everyone's noses. The emotional whiplash of the evening left her feeling drained and conflicted.
"Just needed some quiet for a couple of minutes. Still a little shaken, I guess."
He nodded, understanding. "Then you'll be pleased to know the admiral is ready to leave soon."
She was indeed.
Alenko led her away, and she couldn't help but glance back at the closed doors, knowing Garrus was still there, likely listening to their every word.
As the evening began to wind down, Garrus found himself on one of the many balconies overlooking the Citadel. The breathtaking view barely registered—he was here for a different reason. The remnants of her scent still clung to him, and he needed the fresh air to carry it away before he went back inside. Leaning against the railing, Garrus let himself unwind for a moment, his eyes fixed on the distant stars.
"Quite a view, isn't it?" a familiar voice came from behind.
He turned to find Shepard walking towards him.
"Admiral," he straightened, instinctively falling into a more formal posture.
The human moved to stand beside him at the railing, eyes scanning the Citadel skyline.
"How is... how is Miss Shepard?" Garrus heard himself saying before he could stop the words.
"She will be alright," the man answered. "But the demonstration took more out of her than she expected."
"Her biotics is remarkable."
Shepard's lips quirked in a small, proud smile. "Kathreen's always been exceptional. But sometimes I worry..." he trailed off, shaking his head slightly.
"Sir?" Garrus prompted, curiosity overriding his caution.
The human sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. "Sometimes I worry that I've asked too much of her. That I've put too much pressure on her shoulders." He turned to look at Garrus, his eyes sharp despite the late hour. "You've served in combat, Major Vakarian. You know the toll this war is taking."
Garrus nodded slowly. "It's not an easy burden to bear."
"No, it's not," Shepard said. "And Kathreen... she's seen things, experienced things that no one should have to endure. Especially not at such a young age."
Garrus felt his heart clench, knowing all too well what the admiral was referring to. He wanted to say something, to offer a word of comfort or understanding. But he couldn't do it without revealing too much.
"She's strong," was all he could muster. "Your daughter has shown remarkable resilience, admiral. You should be proud."
"I am. More than she knows. But sometimes I wonder if it's enough. If I'm asking too much of her, of all our young people, in this push for peace."
Garrus considered his words carefully before responding. "Peace is never easy, sir. It requires sacrifice, compromise. But from what I've seen, your daughter understands that. She's committed to the cause, just as you are."
The admiral turned to face Garrus fully. "You seem to have given this a lot of thought, Major Vakarian. And you speak of my daughter with considerable insight."
Garrus felt his plates tighten. "As a member of the Hierarchy's delegation, it's my duty to observe and understand all aspects of these negotiations. That includes the key players on both sides."
Shepard held his gaze for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "Of course."
Garrus couldn't tell if the human was convinced. But before he could say anything else, they were interrupted by the arrival of Primarch Vakarian. "Ah, Admiral Shepard," Castis said. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?"
"Not at all, Primarch," Shepard smiled politely, turning to the older turian. "Major Vakarian and I were just discussing the evening's events."
"I see. It was quite an... eventful gala. I trust your daughter is recovering well?"
"She is, thank you for asking. It seems the excitement of the evening simply overwhelmed her for a moment."
The Primarch made a sympathetic click. "Understandable. These events can be taxing, even for those of us accustomed to such gatherings."
"Yes. Well, I believe it's time we made our farewells. Primarch Vakarian, it's been a pleasure, as always. I look forward to our next session."
As the two leaders exchanged polite goodbyes, Garrus stood to attention in a perfect military posture.
Once the admiral left, the Primarch turned to him, "I hope you've been making good use of your time here, Major. Events like these are excellent opportunities to build relationships and gather insights."
Garrus nodded stiffly, acutely aware of the Primarch's expectations. "Yes, sir. I've found the evening to be most informative."
"Excellent," the Primarch seemed satisfied with his reply. "I must admit, I didn't expect to see you here tonight. Such gatherings never seemed to interest you in the past."
Garrus felt a pinch of concern. Did his father suspect something? He tried to stay away from the Palaven leader throughout the evening not to be given away by his unstable subvocals.
Yet, to his surprise, Castis continued, "I'm glad to see you finally decided to take your responsibility seriously and understand the importance of navigating the political waters, much like you have tonight."
Garrus inclined his head respectfully. "Thank you, sir."
"You and Shepard, you have been discussing his daughter, haven't you?"
Garrus tensed. "We have."
"She is a wild card indeed," Castis mused thoughtfully.
"I'm not sure I understand, sir."
His father turned to gaze over the Citadel skyline. "The asari seem quite taken with that human and her biotics."
"Her abilities are impressive."
The Primarch nodded slowly. "Precisely. That's what worries me. The asari have always looked for ways to extend their influence by forming new alliances. They've had their eye on human biotics and their potential for years now. Miss Shepard's display—first during the attack and again today—has only intensified their curiosity."
"You think Shepard wanted it to happen?" Garrus suddenly realized the train of his superior's thoughts.
"Not necessarily," Castis answered. "But now that her secret is out, he might want to exploit it. If the matriarchs see the human biotics as a potential addition to their forces, they could become strong allies for humanity in this conflict. Whether the admiral planned it or not, today, he tipped the scales in the Alliance's favor."
Garrus did not believe that Shepard would use his daughter in such a way. Sure, the two humans acted in perfect sync when it came to diplomacy, and Katie was playing her part in her father's world to perfection, but… the admiral had been genuinely concerned for her when she had lost control of her power.
The asari, on the other hand, would absolutely use her in their games if they wanted to. Their species had always been adept at manipulating situations to their advantage.
"Sir, I don't believe—"
"All I'm saying is I need you to be vigilant. Keep a close eye on the asari, and on Shepard's pup."
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Garrus nodded. "Of course, sir. I'll do whatever is necessary to ensure the success of these negotiations."
The Primarch studied him for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a soft trill, he placed a hand on Garrus's shoulder. "I know you will, Major. You have always served the Hierarchy with honor and distinction. And you will continue doing so in the future."
"Sir."
Castis gave his shoulder a light squeeze, then turned to leave.
As Garrus watched his father depart, he felt a deep sense of guilt weighing on his conscience. The Primarch's words had struck a chord within him, reminding the officer of the duty and loyalty he owed to the Hierarchy in this conflict. Yet, his heart belonged to a human who he had bonded with in the most profound way a turian ever could.
He knew that the Primarch suspected something, even if he couldn't quite put his talon on the truth. Castis's probing questions and cautionary words had not gone unnoticed and—
His omni-tool beeped. Glancing down, he saw a message:
[K.S.: Missing you already. Can't wait for tomorrow.]
A tiny smile crept across his face. Amid all the challenges and uncertainty they were navigating, her words offered a reminder that their bond ran deeper than the threats looming over them. Straightening his posture, Garrus walked out of the balcony.
Tomorrow night, he'd be with her again, and for that brief moment, he could forget everything else.
The room was far from the grandeur of the gala's main hall, buried deep within the building where neithe
r prying eyes nor curious ears could intrude. Matriarch Benezia paced slowly with the grace of her species, reading the latest report on a datapad, while Saren Arterius remained rigid as he regarded her in silence.
"Your last shipment was... underwhelming," Benezia's voice was smooth but edged with displeasure. "I expected efficiency, not excuses."
Saren exhaled sharply, unimpressed. "Delays happen. Especially with the type of goods you require. I assume you're capable of patience."
She seemed unbothered by his barbed tone. "Patience is a virtue of those who have the luxury of time. I do not." She stepped closer, studying him. "And neither do you, if the recent peace summit developments are any indication."
Saren's silence was answer enough. Benezia knew this dance well—years spent trading favors, crossing and uncrossing lines as necessity dictated. He would not rise to her bait so easily, but then, he never had to. She could already see the irritation in the slight twitch of his mandibles, hear it in the measured stillness of his breath and ever absent vibrations.
Peace had never suited Saren, she knew that intimately. He thrived in the gray territories between open conflict and fragile diplomacy. First Contact's lingering tensions had provided him with exactly what he needed—a battlefield without borders and infinite opportunities. She in turn benefited from his rare talents of procuring the 'merchendise' she required for her work.
But today had marked the beginning of the end. Benezia had gazed into the eyes of the new chess piece, Admiral Shepard of the Alliance, and seen something far more dangerous than pride or ambition— conviction. He did not seek war, not out of fear or weakness, but because he truly believed peace was the path forward for his people. A dangerous player indeed.
And the admiral's daughter… that Kathreen Shepard.
"The human is intriguing," she said out loud.
"Surprisingly so, if you consider her species."
How predictably dismissive, Benezia thought. But I know you better than that, old friend.
"What she demonstrated tonight is just the tip of the iceberg, and she doesn't even know it," the asari continued. "So deliciously powerful and so innocently unstable. Easy to shape into anything."
Saren's mandibles twitched in amusement. "Careful now, Benezia. You wouldn't want to disturb the balance of this fragile peace."
Her laughter was like tinkling crystals. "Like you care about something so frail and fleeting."
Your games are as transparent as ever, Saren. Always the puppet master, pulling strings from the shadows.
"Still," she pressed on, "that human... her mind is so responsive. The things I saw..." She paused, savoring the memories of how she triggered the girl with the slightest push. "Someone has already tried to bend her to their will."
Saren remained impassive, but Benezia caught the slight tensing of his shoulders.
Interesting. You're not as indifferent as you pretend to be.
"We don't see you at these functions often, Spectre. What could you possibly... desire from tonight's gathering?"
"My goals are my own, Matriarch. As they have always been."
"Desire is the key word, isn't it?" she ventured further. "Tell me, Spectre, is it the girl that you want?"
Saren's voice dropped to a dangerous growl. "Do not presume to know what I want."
Benezia smiled, unperturbed by the threat. "Come now, Saren. We've known each other too long for such pretenses. It is not unity you are here for. This push for peace... it doesn't suit you at all."
Saren's mandibles flared. "And you? Playing the gracious host while plotting in the shadows? Don't think I haven't noticed your moves."
Touché. But you've only scratched the surface.
"We all have our parts to play," she said smoothly. "But let me warn you. There are forces working against you, Spectre."
His eyes narrowed on her slightly. "Speak plainly. What do you know?"
She shook her head. "Nothing concrete. But whispers always find their way to me. Watch your step."
"Your concern is touching," he drawled. "But unnecessary. I've dealt with worse than a few nosy politicians and their offspring."
Benezia's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Your arrogance knows no bounds, does it?"
"I've long since surpassed any bounds you tried to set for me."
"Have you now? And yet here you are, still dancing to the tune of your Council, thinking yourself the maestro."
Saren's cybernetic eye whirred dangerously. "Watch yourself, relic. Your relevance wanes with each passing cycle. Don't push me."
"Push you?" the asari laughed once again, this time a sound devoid of warmth. "I made you, Saren. Every accolade, every advancement—all because I willed it so."
Arterius took a menacing step forward. "You overestimate your influence. Times have changed."
Her eyes hardened. "Don't forget who got you your Spectre privileges. Your position isn't as untouchable as you might think."
Saren leaned in, his voice matching hers. "And you don't forget who keeps your deepest secrets, Matriarch. Secrets that could topple empires if whispered in the right ears."
They stood at a deadlock, two titans stilled in a silent battle of wills.
After a moment, the asari spoke again. "I think I'll invite young Kathreen for a private meeting."
Saren's organic eye darkened like a storm cloud. "Back away, Benezia. The female is off-limits."
Ah, there it is again. The possessiveness you try so hard to hide.
"So you do want her for yourself," she said, a hint of triumph in her voice.
His gaze burned into her. "I warned you not to presume, elder."
She watched him closely, noting the almost imperceptible tightening of his mandibles, the slight dilation of his organic eye. For a moment, Benezia was taken aback by what she saw. Beneath the cold, calculating exterior, there was a flicker of something she had never expected to see in the notorious Spectre: raw, unfiltered desire.
Well, well. The great Saren Arterius, brought low by some human girl.
The realization both amused and concerned her. Saren had always been a creature of logic and ambition, his every move calculated for maximum gain. To see him affected like this by Kathreen Shepard was almost shocking. The girl had clearly done a number on him, and the most intriguing part was that Saren seemed completely unaware of the depth of his obsession.
Oh, my old friend, for someone who abhors weakness you have acquired one of your own... But how deep does it go?
She stared into the Spectre's pale dead eye, her ancient gaze probing, searching. Saren felt the gentle brush of her consciousness against his mind and closed off.
"I would advise against that," he warned. "What's inside might be too dangerous for your well-being."
The threat hung heavy in the air between them. Both knew the destruction they could wreak if pushed too far. Their uneasy alliance had always been a delicate balance of shared benefit and mutually assured destruction.
Benezia withdrew, a sardonic smile playing on her lips. "Very well. Keep your secrets."
Her expression turned thoughtful. "The peace talks seem to be progressing quite well. The media leaks, the mercenary attacks... they haven't deterred the admiral or the Primarch. I saw them in amicable conversation today. Whoever is working behind the scenes, their attempts to destabilize the situation have failed."
To the matriarch's surprise, Saren's mandibles spread in a coy smile. "What makes you think they were meant to succeed?"
So, you are playing a game within a game, Spectre? I wonder if your toys will find out before it's too late for them.
"What you've witnessed so far," Saren continued, "was merely setting the stage. A carefully orchestrated overture, if you will."
"To what symphony?"
A dangerous gleam entered Saren's eyes. "One of havoc and revelation. The true performance has yet to begin."
"And when it does?" Benezia probed, her voice laced with skepticism.
"When it does," he leaned in, "there will be no mistaking my intent. No loose ends, no failures. But I warn you. Stay away from the admiral's pup."
"You know I can't do that, Saren," she said calmly. "Her potential is too great to ignore. The things she could accomplish with proper guidance..."
"Your 'guidance' would destroy her," Saren snarled.
"Whereas you intend to be gentle?" her eyes darted to his massive gloved hands. The asari was well aware what he was planning on doing to that human. "Or do you think you can make this one last? Oh, Saren."
His composure broke if only for a second, but she saw right through. Benezia knew all about his side activities in the darkest deepest corners of Terminus. After all, most of them were asari. Up until a couple of years ago, when something changed and Saren's preferences shifted.
Interesting.
"Mock me at your peril, Matriarch. You've only seen a fraction of what I'm capable of."
"And you've barely glimpsed the extent of my power," Benezia countered. "Don't forget the things I've done for you, Saren. The favors granted, the strings pulled."
"Ancient history," Saren dismissed. "I've long since outgrown your influence."
Her eyes narrowed, but he continued.
"Besides. Some secrets are best left buried."
The asari studied him for a while, then finally agreed. "Indeed. Which is why we find ourselves at this stalemate. Your schemes, my ambitions... we're too evenly matched for open confrontation."
"So we continue our dance," Saren concluded. "Each moving our pieces across the board, waiting for the other to misstep."
Benezia nodded. "As we have for decades. But remember, Saren, the galaxy is changing. New players are entering the game."
"Let them come," Saren growled. "They'll fall like all the rest."
As they stood in silence, Benezia couldn't help but wonder what dark plans were forming behind Saren's mismatched eyes. She had known him for too long, had watched him rise from a promising young recruit to the galaxy's most feared Spectre. She had nurtured his talents, guided his ascension, and now...
Now, she realized, she might have created a monster she could no longer control.
The faint echoes of music from the ball room faded into silence. The gala had ended, and the guests were making their exit.
"Whatever happens next, Benezia, remember that I warned you", Saren spoke before turning toward the door. "Stay out of my way, and we can continue our mutually beneficial arrangement. Interfere, and I'll bring the full weight of my considerable resources down upon you."
Benezia's smile was cold and ancient. "You should know by now that threats only make me more determined."
The Spectre hummed softly at her words. He pause at the threshold, glancing back over his shoulder.
"Very well then. May the best player win."