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Disclaimer: Mass Effect is not mine and it is not my creation or my property. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit.
This story contains extreme violence, excessive profanity and very graphic sexual content, all of it interspecies erotica. If that's not your cup of tea, turn back now. Also this contains spoilers for Mass Effect 3 so if you if don't like spoilers then don't read.
Read Me: Sorry again for being M.I.A. Special thanks to all to fans that wrote in asking for me again. I've had stuff going on with work and school, but I'm back now with some free time on my hands. I'm currently working on Samara's death and later on in this fic I will be incorporating other female members of Mass Effect soon. I can't wait for that. It's going to be so fun to write.
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Justifiable Homicide
Chapter 16
By
DarkLaraJade
"Do you want to tell me why the hell Diana Allers is reporting Shepard missing on the FUCKING 9:00 news?!", Councilor Sparatus yelled.
Garrus Vakarian was stock still as he stood at attention in the Citadel's Turian Embassy. He knew damn well he was going to get an earful but didn't care. He needed to find Shepard and he had a feeling something wasn't right. If that meant leaking Shepard's disappearance and getting the galaxy to participate in a manhunt then so be it. His eyes looked past the Councilor's head as he struggled to find a way to elucidate the situation without sounding completely selfish.
"Permission to speak freely, Councilor."
The Councilor stopped pacing and glared at him, "Denied! You didn't think I know you're behind this?! And Councilor Niko of the Alliance isn't thrilled either. The last thing we needed was the galaxy to know that a distinguished war veteran and savior of the galaxy has packed up and ran off. It just looks bad and causes unwanted panic, as if we needed anymore of that going around in light of all the shit we have to deal with."
Councilor Sparatus finished his tirade and took a few deep breaths before he walked back to his desk and sat down. It wasn't in his nature to curse especially in his position but he was clearly livid. Garrus could see the stress in his face and a part of him felt bad that his antics caused someone else so many problems. Then Sparatus studied his face for a moment and motioned for him to take the seat in front of his desk.
When Garrus silently complied he steepled his fingers together and said quietly, "Talk."
"We need Shepard back. She is the only one that could help me with a situation like this."
"Garrus, you should have cleared this with me before you went public. Furthermore you have FOUR high profile investigations open with no arrests, no leads, and no suspects. The last thing on your mind should be Commander Shepard. Have you made any progress in any of the cases?"
Garrus nodded, "Well nothing concrete. The evidence we have is more circumstantial than factual."
"Well still I'd like to hear it. Any news is good news at this point."
"I think it's safe to assume Aria T'Lolak and Jona Sederis are dead. The question remains who killed them and why. We are clueless in both of those areas but they all had to be inside jobs."
"What makes you say that?"
"We investigated Aria's home and her office in Chora's Den thoroughly and it was squeaky clean. No fingerprints, no blood, nothing. It was a bit too clean. Knowing Aria's habits there would be traces of blood or even bodily fluids from her dancers that she beds regularly but there was nothing. Like something went down and someone went to great lengths to wipe away all traces of what happened. And Jona Sederis was released after the Reaper Wars to stand trial for the crimes against the Citadel on Asari soil. Due to article 153975 of Citadel Law, any member of the Citadel Council races that commits crimes against the Citadel must be extradited to stand trial on their homeland and prosecuted according to their own laws. Jona's transport never made it. The prison transport ship records indicate that Eclipse mercenaries ambushed that transport. There were no survivors. First we believed it was to save Jona since there was no trace of her, but that's the last anyone ever heard of her."
"Maybe Jona had Aria and Liara killed so she could call all the shots. Maybe she's so high up in the food chain now and sitting pretty she doesn't need to be seen to make a point."
"That's what I thought at first. But then again lying low and hiding behind others is not Jona's style. She likes to get her hands dirty. And why hide Aria's body? Wouldn't you want the world to know Aria is dead and her territory is yours? And on top of that, there are small town mercs moving in on some of Jona's territories which she would never allow if she was alive."
"Maybe Jona's own men killed her."
"Maybe. But if that's the case why now? What's changed?"
Sparatus sighed, "Okay lets forget about the killers and think of motive. So say both women are dead. Why do that and then do nothing? And what about the Justicar Samara? It may be a separate incident with bad timing. Or maybe the Justicar had something to do with their deaths."
"That's what I thought also, but I reviewed the last transmission sent by Justicar Samara. As you know we combed the planet to find nothing. Whether something happened to her en route to another planet or on another world we may never know. But the Justicar couldn't have had anything to do with either deaths. Samara was light years away when Liara was killed and Aria and Jona went missing. She couldn't have done it. Everything that happened to all four Asari's happened around the same time period and I think they were targeted. They would have had to be inside jobs because knowing how cautious they all were in such a dangerous line of work, only people they knew could get close enough to kill them."
"Well that makes sense. But still, why no action? Why kill just to kill and leave everything up for grabs?"
Garrus leaned forward, "That's what I've been thinking. But then again maybe the killers did get what they wanted. Maybe they're trying to create a diversion for something bigger. Or maybe they're trying to send a message. Only one thing is certain. Based upon the time frame and location of the incidents, it's impossible one person is doing this. Even a small unit couldn't pull this off. It has to be a large independent group operating in separate locations but acting as a whole. To do what they've done so far under our noses, to outsmart and kill the most powerful Asaris in Citadel space, the group must be strong, efficient, and very well organized. It's the only thing that makes sense. As to who they are, why they're doing this and what they're after, I don't know….."
Sparatus was speechless for moment. Then he reached over to his desk drawer and slid it open. He then pulled out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey and poured until both glasses were half full. He then screwed the cap back on and sat the bottle on the table before sliding a glass across his polished white desk toward Garrus.
The Head Spectre watched the brown liquid swish around in the glass lightly, "It's 10:00 in the morning Sir."
Spartus ignored him and grabbed his glass and sipped the strong alcohol before giving him a dirty look.
"And your point? This shit never gets any better Garrus, no matter who we fight. Fucking Gods, it just goes on and on. And we're in no position to defend ourselves against whatever is behind this. If you can think of something better to do at a time like this I'd like to hear it."
To be honest he couldn't. Garrus grabbed the glass of whiskey and did the same. The two men sat eyeing each other from across the desk in deafening silence. When their cups were empty, another drink was poured. Garrus decided to try his luck again.
"Now that you know what we're up against, we need to find Commander Shepard. She's been missing for nearly 4 months now."
Spartus slammed his fist on the desk in frustration, "Will you stop saying that?! She's not missing Garrus, for fuck's sake the woman left! She sent you a goodbye message and packed up for greener pastures. I'll admit it's not like her, but the woman has been through a lot. And you can't call someone a missing person if they're telling you they're leaving. And now that I know you're so adamant about this, I'm forbidding you to search for her off the Citadel in your spare time."
Garrus jumped up and slammed the glass on the desk causing it to shatter in his hand. Luckily none of the glass pierced his skin. "You can't. You have no right! IT's my free time."
The Councilor sat back and eyed him quietly before he set his drink down. Then he stood and walked over to the automatic blinds covering his windows. With press of a button, the blinds flicked open revealing armored C-Sec units patrolling the skies.
He motioned toward the window with his head, "Look at it out there Garrus. I don't need to tell you what's at stake. But let me remind you since you seem to be elsewhere. The Lower wards are practically a war zone. New bodies are found everyday and crime has gotten so bad citizens are afraid to leave their homes."
Sparatus walked up to him and gripped his shoulder in a stern yet comforting gesture and calmly said, "I know this is personal for you. I can see you have feelings for Shepard and it wouldn't surprise me if you were sleeping with her. And why not? She's a beautiful woman, an outstanding soldier and an inspiring leader. I think with your qualities you two would have made a great couple. But she left Garrus. The woman is gone. You may see her a month from now, 2 years from now or never again. You have to make peace with that my friend. But I can't allow you to run off looking for her when there are duties to be attended to. These people count on you for protection and if something happens to them when you're away you'll never forgive yourself."
Sparatus was right and Garrus knew it; but he didn't want to say it. He couldn't verbally voice he was giving up on looking for Shepard for now. He couldn't do it. Thankfully the Councilor didn't press it.
The Turian Councilor removed his hand from his shoulder and clasped his hands behind his back, "Take the rest of the day off and clear your head. Go to the shooting gallery and blow off some steam, get some much needed sleep, maybe find a pretty woman to share your bed for a while. Do something to relax and come back tomorrow with a better disposition. You're dismissed."
Garrus nodded stiffly and left the Turian Embassy. He intended to take every bit of advice except finding another woman to sleep with. He tried that once and it failed miserably. He wasn't whole without Nova and she was the woman he needed.
On the way to Tali's apartment Michael cursed himself. He thought about turning back the whole walk there. Now here he was in her apartment, ready to make up some excuse as why he should leave. Her reaction was what frightened him most. Losing her friendship would be devastating for him.
She had a nice place that looked exactly how he imagined….sterile. It was all white from the walls to the furniture and very modern. Not one speck of dust or dirt anywhere and quiet filtration vents loomed over his head. He was almost positive he could eat off the floor it was clean. He was thankful for Tali's sparse furnishing as she only had one couch and she was resigned to sitting next to him. The closeness made things a bit easier. He could feel her smiling at him although he couldn't see it. His eyes ran over her spectacular body and he hoped she didn't notice.
"Michael it's late. What couldn't wait?", he could hear the tiredness in her voice.
He rubbed the back of neck, "I really don't know how to say it."
Tali crossed her arms and sighed tiredly, "Michael please. Whatever it is you can tell me. I'm not totally unfamiliar with human body language. My time on the Normandy was well spent. So I take it you're embarrassed or nervous about something. My people are very open and direct. Just speak plainly and you'll have no worries."
Michael reached out to hold her hand and reveled in its softness through her suit, "I'm just going to come out say it. I love you Tali. I think about you all the time no matter where I am and can't help but feel we're perfect for each other. You're an amazing woman and I've been in love with you for years and I've been so terrified of your reaction, I never had the guts to say it. I don't know why I can now, but I feel like it's now or never. Do you feel the same way?"
Tali seemed taken aback and the shock in her voice was apparent, "Well I have to say I'm surprised that you feel so strongly. Love is a very serious thing. I mean I knew you were attracted to me and I do find you attractive but I never thought of love. To be honest, I'm not opposed to dating humans or even interspecies dating in general. I just didn't know whether your affections were genuine or only sexual."
Michael looked shocked, "You knew I was attracted to you?."
Tali pulled her hand away and rubbed her arms unconsciously, "Of course, Michael. A woman always knows when a man wants to have sex with her. Especially when she can't have sex like other species can."
Michael seemed sympathetic, "If you don't mind me asking Tali, how does your species procreate?"
"On our homeworld we procreate without suits like everyone else. But off our homeworld, we could only procreate on the Flotilla because of our immune system. We have special breeding rooms that are sterilized. We join our suits and have sex like anyone else. It's risky because we're exposing ourselves to another's fluid, etc, but the risk is worth taking. Sometimes rooms were reserved for pleasure but it's a rarity because couples need them to procreate and women need them to give birth. Now a days, all Quarian bedrooms are created from the same materials as our breeding chambers. Quarians are having sex for pleasure now more than ever. As for sex with other species in breeding chambers, it's just never been done. Don't think anyone is brave enough to try."
Michael tried to stay on course, "Tali, I understand the risks and problem with sex. But first I need to know how you feel about me."
Tali turned her body in his direction and placed her knee in the couch cushion. "Well Michael I do think we like a lot of the same things and the match is sensible. If you were a Quarian, we would be ideal for each other."
"I meant how do feel about me being human."
"I just told you how I felt. I wouldn't say we were ideal if I didn't like you Michael. Humans are so strange sometimes. And to honest it would be nice to get to know you more and have a relationship. Someone who has the same passions I do and understands who hectic my work schedule is. Someone I can be close to. But I need to know that you're okay with the possibility we may never be able to have regular sex. I mean I've dated other races before. A long time ago, I had a small thing with Garrus Vakarian."
Michael's jaw dropped, "The Head Spectre Garrus Vakarian?"
"Oh yes! While we were on the Normandy we had a little thing going. Lost touch with him after the Reaper Wars, but it was still fun while it lasted. I learned about sexual contact with other species. There is so much that is sexual but yet it's not sex and I need to know if that can satisfy you if we give this a try."
Michael pulled her close, "As long as I'm with you Tali, I'm willing to try anything."
The air was humid on Sur'Kesh, the Salarian homeworld and sun blazed overhead. Despite that the High Capitol's temperature was cool inside. Marble statues of ancient Salarian leaders lined decadent halls. Exquisite arches stretched from the ceiling to the floor in architectural glory.
Councilor Valern's thick brightly colored robes rustled due to the urgent stride of her steps.
When she finally stepped off the elevator and reached the Convening Room at the top of the High Capitol, she took a deep breath. The room was colored a royal red and golden motifs adorned the walls. She felt all eyes on her as she walked across a floor of red polished marble and took her usual place at a grey rectangular table. The chair had comfortable cushions but the back was purposely arched in a high awkward, uncomfortable position.
She tried to keep her demeanor cool, especially when addressing the Deletress at the head of the table. She was shrouded in the same traditional hooded robe except it was far brighter and thicker than her own. Valern showed no intimidation. Deletresses ruled Sur'Kesh in sections such was the regality of their matriarch blood line and she was a Delatress like all the other Salarians present.
The Delatress leading the meeting sat at the head of the table, the richest of them all. "You're late.", the Head Deletress sneered.
Councilor Valern was apologetic and gave all the Deletresses a curt nod of respect, "Forgive me. I was detained at a council meeting."
The Head Deletress spoke sternly, "That should be the least of your concerns. We found Mordin Solus's lab."
Councilor Valern perked up at the news, "Is he alive?"
"No he's dead and his lab was destroyed in an explosion. "
"Well that's too bad. I still don't understand why he just disappeared. It made far more sense for him to update his whereabouts with us. But he refused to even tell the Consulate where he was hiding. I wonder why."
The Head Deletress gave a sigh, "That's why this meeting has been called. The lab was wired with explosives and all data he was working on was completely destroyed by the explosion and therefore unsalvageable. Our coroner also believes Mordin was killed before the blast. His horns were severed from his head, his body showed signs of serve trauma and cracked bones as if he was stomped practically to death and he was literally torn in half. There is only one group capable of such brutally and strength."
Valern's felt her rapid heartbeat stop momentarily, "You can't mean… How would the Krogan find him before we did? Poor Mordin."
The Head Deletress gave a quick wave of her hand as if to dismiss the notion, "This is no time for grieving! We don't know what Mordin was working on. We have reason to believe that he refused to contact us because he didn't want us to know what the research entailed."
Valern was shocked, "I find that hard to believe. What research could be so secretive Mordin would refuse to share any information? There is nothing Salarians haven't heard of. And how would Krogans find him? He was so careful and could easily outwit any Krogan if he had too!"
Head Deletress addressed all her fellow sisters around the table, "I think we can all agree that the HOW is irrelevant! The past can't be changed. Perhaps he was working on the fake cure. We have no way of knowing. In any case we are at a severe disadvantage! Even with the evidence of the fake cure in their hands they would be one step closer to actual proof the fake cure was no accident. "
"Are you worried the Citadel is going to make moves against us?", Councilor Valern asked.
"We know they have other motives for not looking into the situation 3 years ago. And at this point, The Citadel can't risk alienating us, not in the fragile condition it's in. And the Krogan haven't the numbers to start a war with us."
Valern was confused, "Then I don't understand what the problem is."
The Head Deletresses turned to her with hardness in her wide black eyes, "Are you really that stupid?! The problem is that we have no idea what the Krogan are planning! They are not a kind, gentle, forgiving race. They would much rather die in an unwinnable battle taking every enemy with them than just fade into the dust! But for 3 years they do absolutely nothing, they never contact the Citadel again, then they quietly go after Mordin, and now they are running around with research from the best Salarian mind in decades and you can't understand what the problem is?! "
Valern seemed embarrassed, "There is no need to be rude. I was merely asking a question. But we all knew after such a drastic measure against the Krogan the outcome was uncertain. But then again it did need to be done."
"There is no question of that. We all know what needed to be done. The Krogan could not be allowed to repopulate. They would have come after us. It was inevitable. And who knows what they would have done to the other races. We have effectively saved our species and that of the entire known galaxies. Sometimes great brutality must be used to subdue a brutal nature in itself. So what have you discovered Valern? Where are the remaining Krogan?! Why haven't they made a move against us or the Citadel?!"
Councilor Valern was caught off guard by the hostility, "Can I ask why you are directing this to me?"
The Head Deletress hissed, "You're the closest one to the situation. Especially in your position."
Valern stood up and addressed the Head Deletress down the table who remained seated, "Councilor Audin did her job. She contacted Shepard and told her of the Krogan's inability to check their numbers. With Shepard on her side, the Council agreed to the fake cure. Everything went as planned for us except for the Krogan reaction. We expected them to storm the Citadel but there was nothing. We still have no word of Krogan sightings outside of Tuchanka. Unfortunately since Kai Lang took her life, Audin is not here to account for her miscalculations."
The Head Deletress's body tensed and yelled, "Are you saying Audin is in this by herself?! Not only are you her replacement, you were acting Salarian Ambassador and Citadel Councilor when Urdnot Wrex requested help from the Citadel after the Reaper Wars. Speak!"
Valern gave the Head Deletress a challenging look, " I did everything I could! We had to feign ignorance and I did that well. As far as our prediction of the Krogan reaction, I'll admit it was a severe miscalculation on both our parts. But I would also like to remind everyone in the room that all the Deletresses came to the same conclusion Audin and I did."
The room was quiet and Valern felt her heart thumping. It was clear they all wanted to lie this at her feet because of her Council status. But it was the Head Deletrass that came up with the plan and the other Deletrasses including herself agreed the plan was fool-proof and voted the plan into action.
The Head Deletress hissed, "Audin's death is inconsequential! We would have had the perfect reason to wipe out their filthy barbaric species once and for all but they didn't react as planned. That is more than a severe miscalculation. It's a complete and udder failure! And you dare to blame the rest of the hierarchy for YOUR failure! It was your job to account for the variables and make it happen. This is YOUR fault!"
Valern swallowed hard and sat down in a defeated huff. She was quiet for a moment and looked around the room; searching the faces of her sisters for understanding and sympathy but she found none, "There was nothing I could do! I convinced the Citadel of our innocence as best I could and then after that it was up to Urdnot Wrex. "
Valern began to visibly tense and wring her hands, "I was trying to tell you he was no ordinary Krogan! He lacked the quick temper and haste of his predecessors. There hasn't been a Krogan like him since Overlord Kredak. He is very intelligent for a Krogan. I've met him on more than one occasion while he was with Commander Shepard after the war. He was always weighing every option and outcome. He's no fool! He is the perfect combination of dangerous and calculating. I tried to tell you. ALL OF YOU! But we decided to move forward anyway. We all voted and the results were unanimous. Every single one of us handpicked that research team for the fake cure. I don't understand why I'm in this alone!"
The Head Deletress remained unmoved, "Because you were supposed to control the situation and it's clearly out of hand! And you will STOP giving Urdnot Wrex so much credit. A Krogan is still a Krogan. They're no better than beasts. Animals if you will. And the question still remains. Where is Urdnot Wrex and the remaining Krogan? We won't be safe until we do away with them all. And you'll use your Council connections to locate them because the Salarian government can't be involved in looking for the Krogan. It would raise too much suspicion. The Citadel has not made moves but they also have no proof. Let's not force their hand. Although they didn't react initially they'll have no choice if we go searching for Krogan. You had better find some real answers otherwise being a Deletress won't save you!"
The Head Deletress looked over the prominent Salarain matriarchs and said, "Does anyone have anything else to add?"
When the room remained silent, she stated, "Meeting adjourned."
Valern sat there looking sick and lost in her own thoughts. Even when the Deletresses filed out of the room, not one offered her words of comfort.
Six days later
The sun was shining and it was blistering hot; far too hot for any speech, lecture or ceremony but no Krogan would miss it for the world. Honestly the entire Krogan hierarchy was worried about an assassination attempt; every Krogan knew of her involvement with the fake cure. But so far everything had gone smoothly; perhaps if she wasn't 3 months pregnant it wouldn't have.
Wrex had been right to put off the coronation until now. He had decided it was better to wait till she was further along and showing in her pregnancy for symbolic reasons. His idea worked well and every Krogan turned out for the event. They had come to the arena where the youths would soon go for their rite of passage.
She stood in the middle of the gritty arena on an elevated platform made of marble. The Krogan were nearly non-existent; a fraction of their numbers. What wasn't taken from them in the Genophage was taken from them in the Reaper Wars. They stood a mere hundreds of thousands and considering that populations consisted of billions they were nearly extinct.
The Quarians had placed large viewing screens around the arena so everyone could see her. Wrex demanded she be surrounded with armed guards as a show of force but she refused. Even in her pregnant state wouldn't be frightened into a guard. She would have a Khahana's guard which was customary, but she would not hide behind anyone. How could she call herself Khahana of the Krogan if she was afraid of her own people? Who could respect her if she was a fearful leader among a fearless people?
She demanded to stand on the highest part of the opposing platform with only Wrex while guards lined the bottom. She was an open target to anyone with a mind to end her life. The golden sands stirred around the onyx metal platform in a breeze and then settled once it passed. If these were going to be her people, she could not be afraid or show weakness of any kind.
Her slave girls had dressed her well. They had woven her platinum blonde hair into two braids and they draped down passed her shoulders.
They had weaved a flexible golden metal into the braids that stood out against her platinum hair and oiled her lightly tanned skin so it glistened in the hot New Tuchanka sun. A nearly sheer white gown made of silk showed her slightly pregnant frame while accenting her large bust. A dark gold metallic eyeshadow adorned her eyelids just above her brilliant blue eyes and full plush lips were left untouched.
Nova looked over the Krogan around her and took a deep breath. She had no speech prepared and to be honest when she tried her mind went blank. All she could do is speak from within.
A heavy yet loving hand grasped her shoulder and squeezed suddenly. "Are you ready for this?' It was Wrex with his ever loving concern. Nova did not respond and instead watched the Krogan standing near the base of the platform with a decorative golden circlet in his hands. The Shaman was it bearer and he looked none too happy to do so.
Krogans did not have crowns, there was no need. The strongest Krogan ruled and everyone knew which clan he hailed from. Strength meant more than any piece of artfully crafted metal. But with the last remaining Krogan living the darkest chapter in Krogan history and Nova being human, it was agreed something tangible was needed to show Nova's transition of station.
The Shaman's sole purpose was to uphold and maintain old customs while providing council to Clan Leaders. The circlet was not custom and therefore the ceremony was a fake in his eyes. Furthermore, he still held no love for her because of the Genophage. But he had no choice but to comply.
Wrex had warned her against apologizing since it was not the Krogan way. Such a thing would be a sign of weakness that would follow her to the end of her days. The determined woman walked further out toward the microphone in front of her as hundreds of thousands of Krogans watched her intently. The ceremony was live and while every Krogan was present, The Cebereus scientists and Quarians were watching her on TV. For a moment, the world was standing still. It was now or never. How do you admit guilt and show remorse but don't apologize?
She took a deep breath before she began, "All of you know who I am and what I've done. I've brought the galaxy from the ends of destruction and welded the largest army in Citadel history. I have done the impossible time and time again. I have done great things in the name of justice and preservation of peace but I fell short when I came to the Krogan. I deceived the Krogan and led Urdnot Wrex to believe the Genophage cure was real. I did this because I believed the Salarian when they said the Krogan couldn't check their numbers on their own. I believed this was the right thing to do at the time."
Wrex's eyes nearly bugged out of his head and he grabbed her arm lightly from behind. He whispered, "Are you insane?!" Nova glared at his over her shoulder and shook him loose.
She turned her eyes back to the Krogans and said into the microphone, "I did these things. Yes. I will not lie and say I did not, nor will I ask you to forgive me. Forgiveness is not the Krogan way and neither is an apology. As Khahana, I consider you my people and I will not ask anything of my people that is not in their nature. I will tell you I did not know what was intended. I'm just as angry as any of you and yes the deceiver can be the deceived. I ask you not to forgive me or understand my reasoning for what I have done. I ask you to recognize that I am capable of great things and will not stop until we all have justice. And when I set my mind to a task, it WILL be done. I have Krogan children inside me and they will be new generation of Krogan as all of your sons and daughters will be. I will make 8 decrees that I as Khahana will institute and the Khahan has sworn to uphold.
1: All human females, both freed and enslaved, brought to New Tuchanka for mating purposes will be submitted to a facility called the Wife Bank. Krogans will be required to fill out simple forms to request women that fit your needs. You will only be able to choose from women that fit that criterion.
2: Any human woman taken by Krogan will be automatically become official females and citizens of New Tuchanka.
3. Any human child taken in by Krogan whether it be by marriage to the mother or any other circumstance will be official citizens of New Tuchanka.
4. Women who are artificially inseminated will be placed in a facility called the Aviary and they to will be considered official citizens of New Tuchanka.
5. There are many orphans left from the Reaper Wars and the Genophage cure. As a result, an orphanage with better equipment and facilities will be built to harbor the misplaced.
6. An education is fundamental to any child. As a result, a school will be built so both males and females will receive a full education which the orphaned younglings will begin attending immediately.
7. The sacrifice of the biological Krogan females will not be forgotten. Eve was a good woman and a close friend. A monument will be built in the center of every Clan's Redoubt square to commemorate their strength throughout the Genophage era and uphold their memory. The Krogan younglings will never forget the heroism of their mothers and foremothers.
And my eighth and final decree is my sworn declaration to bring the Salarians who have brought this upon the Krogan race to justice. I will stop at nothing to make sure this is accomplished and they will pay for the atrocities they committed against the Krogan race."
Nova took a deep breath and ended strongly, "Now if you will have me as your Khahana speak now. And I bring the age of the Krogan into an era it has not seen in over a millennium. An age of prosperity that would rival that Overlord Kredak himself. Are you with me?"
The crowd was dead silent and suddenly an uproar of applause arose to a deafening sound and the roars of Krogans filled her ears. The Shaman grimaced as he walked up the stairs of the platform and placed the golden circlet on her head. He was tall enough that he could so without her kneeling and she stared him down. He turned away in anger and she brandished the gorgeous circlet of power to her new people. She didn't think was possible for the cheers to grow any louder but they did.
Some Clan Leaders wouldn't be pleased her speech had gone so well. But from this day forward they would do nothing, but worship her. They had no choice. Love her or hate her, at that moment, she Nova Shepard, ex Shepard of the Normandy won over the Krogan. She was the first human Khahana in Krogan history. It was a day that would live in infamy and echo throughout the ages.
Sirius scoffed with irritation. This was their last day on Omega and they still occupied the East Wing apartments. And there he was playing glorified baby sitter to Vosque's new plaything. After today, they would finally set off on their real fucking mission. They would drop the girl at a trusted transport so she could get home and then head to New Tuchanka without interruption. To be honest, he couldn't wait. He heard stories about the brothels from the Krogans that transported food and weapons to them from New Tuchanka. He was eager to see if they lived up to their reputation. Especially hearing Danar's bitch scream and moan every night; he was getting antsy.
Vosque's last words were: "Watch her. If anything happens I'll hold you fully responsible." Sirius felt himself grimace at both the blatant threat and the grueling task. After Vosque had left to handle business on the other side of Omega, the Turian Commander let himself into Vosque's room. The tiny young human was naked and covered in dry sweat. The white sheets had slid onto the titanium floor and her full nudity was exposed to the world. She lie on her side in a deep sleep, and judging by the white fluid between her legs, Vosque recently had his way with her.
He had noticed a subtle change in her the last few days. The pale human was always a bit skittish, but lately when he brought her meals she seemed to be a bit more at ease. Vosque was giving her special attention. He guessed it was unsurprising given the fact that she a tender little virgin when Vosque had met her. Virgins were hard to come by these days, especially attractive ones. Vosque made sure she was kept confined to his room, even during meal times. The master bathroom was across the hall, just a few short steps, and even then he made sure she was guarded.
Sirius felt his cock stir and he immediately chided himself. He must be out of mind thinking of this girl like that. Danar would tear him apart. In the corner, he spied a pile of blood stained pearly white sheets; undoubtedly from the girl's hymen. This place was filthy and it needed a good cleaning and so did this girl
Maybe if he put her in the bathroom for hour, he could be rid of her for a while. He reached out and shook her shoulder to awaken her. Ronin turned over in a sleepy daze and rubbed her sleepy eyes. Her small pale breast stayed firmly in place as she rolled onto her back. She made questioning noises in a sleepy voice and brown eyes squinted against the light.
Sirius snapped his fingers in front of her eyes and roughly said, "Come on, get up." Ronin cupped a hand over eyes in an attempt to block out the light and allow her eyes to focus, "Where's Danar?" Sirius growled, "He's out. NOW UP. This room needs to be cleaned and so do you."
Ronin sat up and swung her feet over the bed, she was still tired and clearly afraid. "Where are my clothes?", she asked in a soft whisper.
The Turian looked around and was unable to spot them, "Don't see them. Not like you need them."
He then stormed over and grabbed her by the arm and began pulling her to the door. Ronin tried to resist but could do little against Sirius's strength, especially while the other arm was still wrapped around the sheet against her body; her only means of modesty. Ronin knew where she was going, the master bath across the hall.
She was just thankful there was no one in the hallway to see her half naked. Sirius tossed her in and said, "Wash up. I'll be back to get you. You are NOT to leave this room until I escort you back. Understood?" Ronin nodded and waited until Sirius left to drop the sheets and turn on the shower.
"This is bullshit!", Nah'rima hissed under her breath. Reduced to scrubbing this fucking ship like a low class slave and now Sirius had ordered her to clean the very room that was her only place of solace. When Vosque took over the East wing apartments she made herself quite cozy like she always did. SHE was Vosque's number one and no one else.
Nah'rima curled her lip in disgust as she scrubbed Vosque's bedroom floor. Water and soap drenched her knees and her black leather dress with high splits of either side. She threw down the rag and turned over her blue hands to gaze at her palms. They were cracked and dry from the amount of work she had been subjected to. She wasn't made for manual labor. She couldn't remember the last time she did such demeaning work.
Between sex, Vosque asked her to little things like clean up after he shaved or make the bed, polish his boots, etc. She never had to clean his room in its entirety, other slaves did that; it was beneath her. And she never had to clean his room after he fucked someone else!
She was done cleaning that floor, it was a shit job but she could care less. The young Asari walked to the bed and snatched off the dirty sheets. They were covered in stains from sweat and god knows what else. She gave a sound between a grunt and sob as her hand touched something wet. She felt tears spring into her eyes. She was hurt. Very hurt. She and Vosque had been together for quite some time and to her knowledge she was his one and only. Not like she gave him cause to stray, she knew she was a master between the sheets and lived up to the reputation of every Asari.
So why? Why did he want HER? Was it because she was human? Was it because she was a virgin? Was it because she was younger than she was? So many unanswered questioned. The worst part is she knew she could never ask Vosque; not if she was in her right mind anyway. Nah'rima tossed the filthy sheets to the floor; intent on gathering them on the way out and bringing them to the laundry room. A thought occurred to her and she rushed over to a mirror across the room.
An plain oval mirror reflected her delicate blue face; her lips, her sharp defined nose, and her high cheekbones. Yes she was still pretty, there was no doubting that. She closed her green eyes and rubbed her hand over her smooth blue scalp, resting them on her tendrils. She lightly rubbed the tender organs and gasped at the pleasure it brought her.
It was a slip up. Vosque was a man after all and that's what men did. That's what she told herself. That's what she tried to reason. She moaned slightly and through her pleasure her rage began to subside and she could see clarity. Her thoughts turned to reason. The girl is going home, Vosque is dropping her off and I never have to bother with her again.
She felt much better and immediately stopped her act of pleasure. She opened her eyes and absent-mindedly dropped her head. Her silly smile immediately turned to a scowl as she eyes landed on blood stained sheets. She had heard the stories about human girl's bleeding their first time, but she couldn't imagine it was true. Such a thing didn't happen to Asaris and why would it? Only human women would be confined to such a grotesque thing. But even after thee human girl bled all over Vosque, he still fucked her like it didn't bother him at all. How disgusting!
She suddenly felt nauseous for no reason at all and the rage she had been feeling moments ago started to well up again. No matter what Vosque said, she never knew him to give up something he liked. Well he wasn't going to want her again. Not when she got through with her. The young hateful Asari stormed out of the room intent of finding the girl. The second she left the room she looked to her left and right like a crazed animal before she heard the shower running across the hall.
Nah'rima pressed her face against the cool iron door and listened to the shower running with her sensitive ears. She must be in there. The bitch. She dragged her sharp nails down the door before she slammed her hand against a button. When the door slid open, a wall of hot foggy steam obstructed her vision. She waved her hand in an attempt to fan the steam way and regain her vision. As she walked in the door slid shut behind her and the silhouette of a tight lithe form could be seen through a cloud of steam. The girl was clearly deafened by the loud water pounding against her ears. She didn't even hear when she was two steps behind her. Nah'rima spied her thin yet sculpted legs, the small of her back that ran down into a tight pale buttocks, and her flawless skin.
Nah'rima watched from behind as pale fingers work their way through her long brunette hair which was full of shampoo. Nah'rima wasted no time. She heard Ronin gasp as she snatched the back of her hair and threw her to the hard tiled floor. The little human fell hard onto her hip and cried out in agony. She didn't even have time to process that she was being attacked before Nah'rima jumped on her. The Asari's powerful fingers got tangled in her hair. Almost instantly Ronin realized she was trying to claw her face.
Ronin screamed in fear and tried to roll onto her stomach to protect her face and the frustrated Asari responded by ripping out the very hair that was tangled around her fingers. Ronin screamed in pain as strands of hair were being ripped from her head by the roots and Nah'rima cursed the fact that she couldn't get to her face.
"Turn over!", Nah'rima yelled.
She got no response except the girl threw her arms over her head and stayed on her belly, sobbing uncontrollably. Nah'rima wanted to rip her face off, so she started to strike the back of her scalp. Her body pinned down the smaller woman as her knuckles continued to rap the back of Ronin's head with a sickening sound. Even then the girl wouldn't turn over. Well if she couldn't have her face, she would have the rest of her.
Nah'rima fixated her hands like claws and dug them into the girls back. Nah'rima smiled in malicious glee as the girl lifted her head and wailed in agony. Struggled cries rang from Ronin's throat and she took the opportunity to claw the length of pale human's back. Blood started to trickle and then a horrific pain like none other ricocheted throughout Nah'rima's jaw.
The world spun and suddenly a pain shot up her back as she slammed again the shower wall. The very breathe was knocked from her and she struggled to regain her senses. A very cynical Ashira stood over her with a vicious grin. She must of heard the human's screams.
"W-w-why?", was all Nah'rima could cough out.
Ashira smirked evilly, "Because she isn't yours." Then she turned her head toward Ronin and tsked lightly, "Well you certainly worked her over. Vosque is not going to be happy."
Ashira smiled and pranced over to Ronin, still lying on her belly, with horrific scratches in her back. "But you're still a pretty little thing, aren't you little Ronin?", Ashira asked in her own sick way.
Ashira brought her foot under Ronin's side and with a show of light force, she rolled Ronin on her back. She was barely conscious, but still coherent. Ashira clasped her hands behind her back and giggled gleefully as she leaned down into Ronin's face. The steam from the shower formed beads of water on Ashira's black bodysuit. It reminded her of a dancers leotard with everything covered except her legs. Ashira suddenly swung her leg over Ronin and one of the thigh high boots hit the floor with a click.
"Ashira, don't! Vosque won't like it!", Nah'rima whispered to her sister Asari with hate.
Nah'rima was still jealous. Even all bruised up, Ashira still wanted the little bitch. Ashira rarely touched her, not like she minded. Asaris were not only encouraged but conditioned to procreate outside their own race. Those who didn't were shunned and spat upon. But procreation was one thing and pleasure was another.
She coupled with Ashira, but rarely; usually when the female mercenary had too much to drink and there were no men to torture. But she was still pining of this girl; battered and all. It made her hatred for Ronin burn even deeper. Ashira didn't even look at her; her eyes still downcast on the human's face which had begun to bruise from hitting the hard tile when she beat the back of her head.
Ashira squatted over the human's face and pulled the crotch of her bodysuit aside and exposed her bright blue pussy lips to the battered human. Nah'rima watched the human's swollen eyes try to widen in surprise.
"Come sweet Ronin. Lick me. I taste good I promise.", Ashira said
Although she had never been with a woman, she thought about it many times. Vosque had been teaching her about exploring her sexual side and under any other circumstance she might be interested. But she was in agony, the scratches on her back burned against the tile and the soapy water underneath her. She could feel the swelling beginning in her bruised limbs from her fall and the back of her head ached from the blows. She wanted to get away from these Asaris.
Ashira pulled her blue lips apart with her fingers and placed her pussy just over Ronin's swollen blood stained lips. The human's evaluated breathing made Ashira shiver as it hit her clit and bare pussy lips. "Go on. Don't be afraid. Just open your mouth and I'll teach you how to eat pussy.", Ashira coaxed.
Now that she could fully see all of Ashira's parts, Ronin found the Asari's anatomy fascinating. She was pink inside just like she was, but a prominent clit was above bright blue lips. Not prominent enough to be strange but enough that it was very noticeable.
As she slowly parted her mouth, she found herself licking her lips for some reason unknown to her. Even in her pain, she felt like she wanted to taste what Ashira was offering.
Ronin's brown eyes darted up to Ashira's face. Her sapphire eyes were full of amusement and licked her lips in a predatory manner. "I have a big clit don't I, little one? Makes your little mouth water, doesn't it little girl?"
She watched from beneath Ashira as she pinched her prominent clit between her middle and index finger and moaned slightly. Even then she could see it poking out from between her fingers.
Ashira moved her hand and rested herself over her face. Her clit slid between Ronin's lips which remained motionless. Ronin had no idea what she was doing or how.
Ashira coached her, "Go on little one. You can do anything you want except bite. Treat it like the best fruit you've ever eaten but you just can't bite. How would you get the juices out?" She could slowly see Ashira's pussy getting wetter and wetter for some reason. Her pink hole was now glistening with juices.
Ronin furrowed and tried to think. Well her favorite fruit on Earth were peaches. If a big juicy peach was in front of her and she could see the fruit, she would suck the juices out. Ronin pursed her pouty pink lips together and began to suck the clit fixated between her lips. Her full lips wrapped around the big nub and suckled it gently. Ashira's body posture did not change but she watched her close her eyes and start to breathe heavily. She must be doing something right. Ronin wanted the juices Ashira talked about; she learned from Vosque that she had her own, so Ashira definitely had some.
Ronin started to suck harder on Ashira's clit and moved her lips up to wrap around the entire nub. Ronin welled spit into her mouth and saturated Ashira's blue clit inside her mouth and sucked her clit harder. Her tongue came up and traced the length of her clit from top to bottom before she started licking around the tip. She found a more tender area underneath a small hood like her own and began to flick across it lightly. Ashira began to squirm above her, "Go on, suck my clit little one." Ronin threw herself into it and began to tongue Ashira's clit back and forth. She could smell the sweetness of her Ashira's pussy and suddenly realized Ashira's juices were dripping from inside her and drizzling down her chin and neck. Suddenly Ashira pulled away slid her pussy over her face. She didn't know what to do so she began to suck on the blue lips surrounding Ashira's opening and lapping up the juices pouring out of her. Thick clear juices saturated Ronin's jaw line.
Ashira grabbed her hair making her squeal. Her abused scalp was already a sensitive, visceral eyesore due to hair Nah'rima ripped out. Ashira could careless, "Come on. Get your tongue in there and make me cum, sweet thing."
Ronin did as she was told and slid her pink tongue into Ashira. She slid it around inside her, licking her walls and sucking all the juices Ashira could give her. Ronin found she loved the way Ashira tasted but the pain of her pulling her hair and sitting over her face with her injuries were taking its toll. She felt her tongue slide back and she was passing in and out of consciousness.
Ashira quickly stood up and yelled to Nah'rima, "Shit. She's in really bad shape. What the hell did you do?!" Ashira adjusted her bodysuit to cover herself and surveyed the blood pooling around Ronin and sliding down the drain. She assumed it had all been from the gashes on her back. But the amount of blood was inconsistent with the wounds.
Ashira stormed over to Nah'rima who was still leaning against the wall from her first attack and dealt her a slap so hard, she fell to the ground. "Did you hear what I said?! What did you do?! She shouldn't be passing out from scratches and she losing way too much blood!"
Nah'rima looked up at Ashira and sat up, holding her bruised cheek, "I hit the back of her head with my fists. As hard as I could."
For the first time ever she saw fear in Ashira's eyes, "We have to get out of here. NOW!" Ashira roughly pulled her to her feet and began to drag her across the bathroom. "Ashira what's wrong?" Nah'rima winced as Ashira tightened her grip and shook her. She bared her teeth like an animal trapped in a corner, "That girl is dying! Human have soft skeletons and they can't withstand blows to the head. Vosque is going to kill the both of us because of you!"
Nah'rima looked panicked, "Should we get her some help?"
"Are you stupid? That's the worst thing we could possibly do. Hopefully she'll die and in the commotion we'll manage to slip back onto the ship and grab an escape transport. That's our only option."
"Can't we just go now?"
Ashira pulled her out of the steam filled bathroom and threw her against the wall. "No you idiot. We're on official lock down until Vosque returns. No one in or out. His orders. We'll be shot if we try to leave prematurely. Like I said, our best bet is just to let the girl die and escape in the confusion. Until then, they might suspect you but they have no proof. So sit tight, make something up, and wait for me to call on you. Can you do that?!"
Nah'rima nodded and shivered at the nasty glare Ashira gave her before she turned and left.
Sirius whistled a lazy tune in the hallway as he made his way back to the master shower. He banged on the door, "Come on Ronin, time to go back."
When the door didn't open, he banged harder. He could hear the shower running. "Come on! I don't feel like getting my boots wet."
When he got no response, he slapped the button next to the door. He was met with a wall of steam and he called her name again. He fanned the steam away and stepped further into the open shower and froze. Ronin was laying on her back, seemingly unconscious on the floor. At first it looked like she had slipped backward and hit her head until he got closer and saw the blood mingling with soapy water around her pale naked body. Her once pretty face was swollen and turning black and blue with bruising and her hip was is similar condition.
Sirius immediately backed away. He didn't even want his prints on her body. He had to run. Vosque was definitely going to kill him for his. The girl was his responsibility and she was laying in a pool of her own blood, near death if she wasn't dead already.
Vosque was going to go ballistic and he wouldn't forgive a colossal fuck up like this. He was at the end of his rope with him. That's why he put this place in lockdown before he left. Sirius knew Vosque didn't trust him not to wonder around and fuck up while we watched Ronin. Fuck! That's what Sirius kept repeating in his head over and over. He couldn't take any of his things, it'd be too suspicious. Not like he cared as long as he had his life. Sirius left the shower in a panic and went immediately for the entrance of Vosque's apartment. All he had to do was get to the ship, there were escape transports there .
Two Turian guards that he knew well were stationed at the entrance and Sirius tried to walk through the doors casually. Instantly two pulse rifles crossed one another, effectively blocking his exit.
The senior guard standing at attention, looked ahead and said, "Sorry Sir. We're officially on lockdown until the Commander returns. No one in or out."
Sirius tried his hand, "I'm second in Command and I need to leave. I demand you open these doors now."
The senior guard didn't even flinch, "Sorry Sir, the order came from Vosque himself before he left. Anyone that tries to violate the lockdown will be terminated with extreme prejudice. His orders supersede yours."
Sirius growled, "Get out of my way!" He then tried to grab barrel of the rifles to force them downward.
Suddenly both the guards turned on him and aimed their rifles at his blue armored chestplate. The other guard eyed him through his blue visor and loudly said, "With all do respect Sir if you try to walk through these doors we WILL have to shoot you. We would rather not do that Sir so please turn around and wait for Commander Vosque to return."
Sirius backed away and turned around. He could hear the guards shoulder their rifles again. He turned to survey the scene and weigh his options. He could kill them both. Very easily. But the gunfire would attract the other mercs in the apartment and no way he could take them all on. Especially that blue bitch Ashira and her biotics. He hated her as she hated him and would undoubtedly take the opportunity to have his head on a pike. And then if he managed to escape them all in an unlikely scenerio, they would undoubtedly radio to the ship and he would be gunned down upon his arrival.
Sirius turned around and cursed his shit luck. With escape no longer an option, he had no choice to formulate a Plan B and do what he did best. Damage Control. Maybe if he remedied the situation the best way he could, Vosque would kill him quickly.
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