Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Mass Effect: The Requiem Saga: Genesis	By : Weskron Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 11042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect or any of it's characters. I only own the characters I have created specially for this story. I do not receive profit from this at all, this is purely for the fan's enjoyment.

Chapter List
- 16
- 17
- 18
Mass Effect: The Requiem Saga: Genesis.

Volume 3.

Chapter 17.

After the conversation, we walked down two flights of stairs, and of course, being me, there was something interesting just ahead. A Salarian kneeling next to a Keeper right in the open. Something really didn’t seem right about that.
Ashley: That guy’s up to something.
Ashley must have felt it too.
Kaidan: What guy?
Ashley: The one over by the keeper.
We walked up right behind him and I crossed my arms. The Salarian spun around, seeing my shadow. I saw his nametag as he straightened himself. Chorban.
Chorban: Oh. No. I wasn’t… uh… is there something you want?
“Interested in the keepers, are you?”

Chorban: Keepers? I’ve got no interest in the kee-
Ashley: Don’t get coy. I know what I saw.
Chorban: I… uh. I’m not so sure I should be talking to you about this.
“We’re just getting to know each other, aren’t we?”
Chorban: No. I guess… it wouldn’t hurt to tell you. I’m using a small scanner to gather readings on the keepers. So far I’ve had mixed results. I find it diggicult to get near the creatures.
“I’m getting the feeling you’re not allowed to do that.”
Chorban: Well, yes, but I don’t really think my scanning disturbs them, but the authorities might disagree. I’d like to do it more openly but it’s not really worth getting arrested over.
I thought over it for a moment.
“Well, the authorities don’t really bother me too much I could help you out.”
Chorban: I don’t even know who you are.
“I’m Commander Shepard. I’m with the Alliance and stuff.”
Chorban: Hmm. Well, I suppose I could use some help. I’ll even send a few credits your way for each unique scan.
“Can I ask though, why are you scanning little spider things?”
Chorban: Trying to learn whatever I can about the keepers. We see them working everywhere yet we know so little about them. I’m a scientist. I want to know what makes them tick.
“All right. I should go, then.”
Chorban: Yes. I have much work myself. So long and good luck with the scanning.
We walked away and headed to the transit station.
Kaidan: I’ll do the scanning to save you the trouble, Commander.
“Really? Thanks Kaidan.”
Kaidan: No problem.
~X~
Arriving in Chora’s Den, immediately, something was amiss. We walked into a large rectangular room where the walkway was on the edges of it and saw two Turians apparently waiting for us.
Assassin: That’s him!
And immediately, they began to fire at us.
Kaidan: Take cover!
Ashley and Kaidan crouched down into cover, but I was so shocked by the random occurrence that I just stood there.
Ashley: Commander!
And I could see the shots coming towards me. But my instincts shot in and suddenly, I swerved to the left and then spun to the right, dodging all the incoming shots, and then commando rolled into a slide, which led me into cover.
Holy shit. What the hell did I just do?
“Uh…”
Ashley: Um.
Kaidan: Hm.
The assassins began to flank us and I swear I could feel it. I jumped out of cover the moment he began to turn the corner to attack me and grabbed his rifle, sending it back into his face so hard I cracked some of his plates. Then as the other one began to turn the corner to attack us again, I whipped out my pistol and with one hand, took one shot and he was down.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. I…
Oh right, the enhancements. That’s… that’s what Dr. Chakwas was talking about.
Ashley: Wow, Commander. Been holding out on us.
“I… yep. Totally. Well, let’s get going.”
The two tentatively follow me into the seedy bar.
Kaidan: Those must have been Saren’s men. Huh.
“Yeah. Seems like.”
We moved around the circular bar and spotted our contact lying back in a chair, but two Krogans blocked our path. And fucking hell, I knew one of them somehow.
Urdnot fuckin’ Wrex.
Krogan Bouncer: Back off, Wrex. Fist told us to take you down if you showed up.
Wrex: What are you waiting for? I’m standing right here. This is Fist’s only chance. If he’s smart, he’ll take it.
Krogan Bouncer: He’s not coming out, Wrex. End of story.
Wrex leans in close.
Wrex: This story is just beginning.
Wrex then begins to walk away, but finds us in the way.
Wrex: Out of my way, humans. I have no quarrel with you.
“Right. Yes. Right.”
I didn’t say his name this time! Yeah!
Kaidan: What was that all about?
Ashley: Who knows? Let’s just try not to get caught in the middle.
I feel like we’re going to get caught in the middle.
We let him pass and I took a second to look at him before walking up to what we assumed to be our contact, Harkin.
Harkin: Alliance military. Hmph. I coulda been a marine you know. Instead I joined the goddamn Citadel Security. Biggest mistake of my life.
“Hey. I was told to come to you about this. I’m looking for a turian in C-Sec. Dude’s name is Garrus.”
Harkin: Garrus? Ha! You must be one of Captain Anderson’s crew. Poor bastard’s still trying to bring Saren down, huh? I know where Garrus is. But you gotta tell me something first. Did the captain let you in on his big secret?
“What? Did he cosplay as Alphonse from Full Metal Alchemist?”
Harkin: Wh-what?
“Nothing. Go on.”
Harkin: You’re weird for an Alliance Officer. Anyway, the captain used to be a Spectre. Didn’t know that, did you? It was all very hush-hush. The first human ever given that honor. And then he blew it. Screwed up his mission so bad they kicked him out. Of course, he blames Saren. Says the turian set him up.
“Considering how much I know of Saren’s work, I wouldn’t rule it out. So what did Anderson do to get kicked out of the Spectre frat?”
Harkin: Have to ask him. I never heard of any details. But it’s a good story though. The hero’s fall. Classic tragedy. Ha!
“All right, I’d love to shoot the shit with you, Hark my boy. But I need to know where Garrus is.”
Harkin: Garrus was sniffing around Dr. Michel’s office. She runs the clinic on the other side of the wards. Last I heard, he was going back there.
“Well, let’s blow this joint, guys.”
Harkin: Yeah. Good. Go. Let me drink in peace.
I looked at him for a moment as we began to walk away, then stomped back, grabbed the glass of booze right out of his hand, poured it on his head, and dropped it on the ground. Most of the bar turned to me.
Harkin: Agh! Piece of shit!
Kaidan: Uh, Shepard?
I shook my head and walked off, taking a look at an empty seat near a stripper. She even met my eyes.
Ashley: Commander…
Ashley was giving me a dirty look.
Ashley: Let’s go.
“Right. Sorry. I uh…”
But she was already walking away.
~X~
We walked by the sign that pointed us into the way of The Financial District. We were on a bridge overlooking a lake of clear water, a Krogan statue, and fountains of water spurting out. It was quite beautiful. I took a second and just leaned on the railing, watching the water fly into the air and fall back down.
Kaidan: It sure is peaceful here.
Ashley: I don’t know. This place is a little too perfect. Like they’re hiding something. But, to be fair to them, they’ve built themselves quite the lake. Wonder if anyone ever drowned in it.
“I’ve never been to a place like this. Really nice here.”
I pushed off the railing and quickly stretched my arms out.
“Well, let’s go. Barla Von might not be there forever.”
As we started to get moving, I overheard a conversation nearby.
Citizen: That’s nothing. I’ve had my office rearranged five times now.
Salarian Citizen: Five times? But why? What do they want?
Citizen: How should I know? It’s not like Keepers offer an explanation to what they’re doing.
Salarian Citizen: And yet everyone just lets them go on doing whatever it is they do.
Citizen: What choice do we have? If you try to stop them, they just shut down and another one replaces it.
Salarian Citizen: It’s just strange that we know so little about them.
Citizen: Not to mention frustrating.
“Hm… maybe our scans could help some people after all.”
We made our way through a large district with various shop keeps, Kaidan scanning a few of the keepers as we do so, and found our way into an office with a Volus wearing black and white armor sitting at a desk inside.
Barla Von: What’s this? One of the Earth-clan? Ah, a very famous one, yes? You are the one called Shepard.
“That’d be me.”
Barla Von: It is a great honor to welcome the Hero of the Blitz.
I nearly flinched at that name. Hero. Ugh.
“You seem to have… well, yeah, you seem to know a lot about me. And I don’t know anything about you.”
Barla Von: Forgive me, Earth-clan. My name is Barla Von. My job makes it necessary for me to keep informed. I am a financial advisor to many important clients on The Citadel. When someone as important as yourself arrives on the station, I take notice.
I feel like he’s not telling me the whole story, but I’ll wait on that.
“Well, I heard you work for a certain Broker. One of the… uh… shadows? Yeah, sure. I need some info on Saren Arterius. Big turian Spectre man.”
Barla Von: You’re very blunt, Shepard. But you’re right.
“Aw. I thought I was being subtle.”
Barla Von: I am an agent for the Shadow Broker. And I do know something about Saren.
“Well, secrets don’t come cheap, I’ve heard.”
Barla Von: Normally, this information would cost a small fortune. But these are exceptional circumstances. So I’m going to give it to you for free.
“Hype! Is-wait… nothing’s for free. I’m not that stupid.”
Ashley: Right, what’s the catch?
Barla Von: There is no catch. The Shadow Broker js quite upset with Saren right now. They used to do a lot of business. Until Saren turned on him.
“Saren betraying someone? Heaven forbid.”
Barla Von: No matter what you think of Saren, he’s not stupid. He knows the Shadow Broker is a valuable ally. Turning on him doesn’t make sense. Not unless something huge was at stake.
Little did this rat-robot know, yes, something really fucking huge was at stake.
Barla Von: I don’t know the details, but the Shadow Broker hired a freelancer to deal with it. A Krogan Mercenary.
Krogan… Mercenary… wait! Wait! Urdnot Fuckin’ Wrex!
“Wrex!”
Barla Von: Huh?
“Uh… uhum. Wrex.”
Barla Von: Uh… yes. I believe he’s the one. I heard he was paying a visit to Citadel Security. If you hurry you might catch him before he leaves the C-Sec Academy.
“Krogans aren’t usually partial to C-Sec-ers. Neither are Mercenaries. Not to my knowledge, anyway.”
Barla Von: They’re not. However, I doubt the visit was entirely his choice. You’ll need to speak with him if you want to know more.
“That makes more sense. But could you give me some other information?”
Barla Von: It all depends.
“What about The Shadow Broker? What do you know about him?”
Barla Von: Most people think I deal in finances, but my real currency is knowledge. I trade information and it has made me very wealthy. But The Shadow Broker is the true master. Ever day, he buys and sells secrets that could topple governments, always giving them to the highest bidder. Yet somehow he never seems to upset the natural balance of power. All those secrets being passed around seem to even out. Nobody ends up with an advantage at the end.
“I’m guessing he doesn’t give people a whole lot of insight to who he is.”
Barla Von: I don’t know who he is. Nobody does. The Shadow Broker could be any race, any gender. I have a theory that it’s actually an entire group working under one identity.
A feeling of… not exactly, déjà vu, but something else tells me he’s wrong.
Barla Von: How else could they juggle so many contracts at the same time? How else could they keep all that information from getting crossed? But they’ve got the perfect setup. Every government is forced to play their game so they don’t get behind. But no matter how long you play, no matter how many secrets you buy, you can never win.
“So the person you work for is… Nebulous-Man? Seems oddly ambiguous coming from his employee.”
Barla Von: From time to time, I come across information I sell to The Shadow Broker. That’s my only involvement. I like it that way. The more you know, the more dangerous the game becomes. I don’t like danger, Commander. I’ll leave that to you.
Yeah. It’s always up to us to put a bullet in the bad guy’s head, it seems.
“Well, speaking of danger, I have a krogan I need to speak to. So I should go.”
Barla Von: Goodbye, Commander.
We walked out of the office and began to get ready to hail a taxi.
“Well, we’ve got a detective bird and a giant frog to speak to. Fun.”
To Be Continued…
- 16
- 17
- 18
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Mass Effect: The Requiem Saga: Genesis