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Assassination	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 21509 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3- The Assignment

Commander Jane Shepard once more rolled over in her sleep, her delicate slumber disturbed for reasons she could not fully comprehend. For the entirety of the night this far her usually deep sleep failed to entrance her, forcing her to roll across her bed aimlessly in an effort to lull herself into slumber but to no avail.
Jane suddenly began to hear voices being carried in the cold atmosphere of the ship. A howling grunt quickly followed by a primal roar of a powerful animal at the height of its power being viciously and violently cast down, only to have the sequence begin again anew after a brief and terrifying pause.
The strange occurrence tweaked Shepard’s interests enough for her to finally decide investigate and discover the source of the bewitching sound. Shepard threw the sheets off of herself, setting her feet down on the cool deck, the thick cold biting at her exposed skin. Jane stepped out in a lose T-shirt and boxers, approaching her desk; she opened the draw to find her pistol concealed in its usual place. Shepard retrieved the weapon, ensuring the weapon had sufficient charge she took aim against a blank area of wall, the sight was aligned correctly. Satisfied that the weapon was sufficient she stepped out of her quarters, determined to find the source of the bewildering noise.
Shepard stepped into the Normandy’s crew quarters, the gentle hum and dull orange glow of the consoles bathing the dark blue metal of the ship’s hull. As she stepped deeper into the ship the call persisted to haunt her, she had to find its source. Shepard stepped into the main elevator which allowed her access to the deeper bowels of the complex ship. The sounds become louder, eclipsing the gentle hum of the elevators motor. Shepard disembarked onto one of the Normandys lower decks tucked away in the silent, untouched regions of the ship.
The Normandy had originally been developed to accommodate its Captain and a rotational human crew of fifteen-twenty personal capable of performing mission critical duties with crewman on opposing shifts sharing sleeping pods and facilities. After Sarens defeat Shepard had been seen fit to take into account the half dozen alien crew members she had obtained since Eden Prime and the incompatibility of the human facilities with her companions varying alien physiques. In the end she had decided to take advantage of the additional space provided by the ship’s downsized stealth FTL propulsion drive and had overseen the installation of a set of quarters built to accommodate them.
The looming sound seemed to emanate from within Wrex’s room at the far end of the deck, as Shepard silently crept forward the sound began to intensify. Shepard peered through the door; the room beyond was modestly furnished much like her own quarters. Wrex lay across his large bed built to accommodate his superior Krogan size and weight, tossing and turning, groaning with each ragged movement.
Jane slipped silently inside his quarters, closing the door behind her. She approached his bedside, lowering herself onto her knees beside him as she watched him move. “Wrex?” she whispered with hushed breath.
“Ah. Hah. Aleena, no” Wrex grumbled beneath his laboured breaths.
“Wrex?” she repeated again, reaching up to her hand lightly on his shoulder.
Wrex’s eyes snapped open, his bladed talons wrapping harshly around her throat, threatening to starve her body of oxygen if the sheer shock and unrelenting pressure failed to kill her first.
Shepard threw her hands up against his arms, attempting in vain to pry his large fingers from her throat. “Wre…” she wheezed through shaking lips, attempting to appeal to her companion. Wrex’s eyes suddenly widened, the cold glaze in his eyes dissipated, the true Wrex suddenly returning to the surface. His iron grip loosened, Jane forcing a desperately required gasp of air past her clenched lips. Wrex released his hand, Shepard collapsing hard onto the metal deck, clasping her hands to massage her strained throat.
With his mind once more his own once Wrex’s feral expression formed into one of pure concern. “Shepard?”
Wrex threw himself out of bed, kneeling in front of Shepard holding his large palm against the side of her cheek. Jane looked up to face him, forcing a pained smile to her lips. “I’m ok” Wrex hefted Jane to her feet, lowering her down onto the bed. “You were talking in your sleep” Wrex seemed scorned by the accusation. “A nightmare”
“Something like that” Wrex said plainly, never one to mince his words.
“You mentioned someone called Aleena, an old friend?” Shepard asked with genuine sincerity.
“Something like that” Wrex sighed.
“She was important to you” she said the words more like a statement than question, as though it was written plainly across his forehead. “Something happened to her, to you?”
“Huh” Wrex sighed. “Now there’s a story” Wrex spoke with the gentle whisper of an elder recounting his long passed youth.
Shepard scooted up to the head of the bed, pressing her back against the soft pile of pillows. “Well, why don’t you tell me?”
Wrex sat down upon the side of the bed, his gaze lowered and his mind overrun with thought. “Alright” Wrex turned to face Shepard directly. “It all happened about two decades ago…”

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“I had just finished a routine seek and destroy operation out in the Terminus Systems when a contact called me back to the Citadel. He said his employer was looking for a good merc and was willing to pay”

The stylish glint of the polished metal walls of the Presidium always troubled Wrex, no matter where he was the reflective coating somehow always succeeded in bouncing the intense beams of light directly into his eyes. That and far more was why Wrex preferred to remain within the Wards of the Citadel, more work available and a far lower concentration of C-Sec patrols.

But occasionally some Citadel rich man or corrupt diplomat required some ‘Additional security’ or the removal of some ‘Loose Ends’. At those times Wrex was forced to make the excruciatingly slow and painful journey into the Citadels diplomatic district to be offered a job from some of the biggest crooks on the station, the politicians.

“Your boss wanted to see me?” Wrex loomed over the receptionist desk, his seven foot high form was frightening enough but the array of deadly weapons coupled to his armour only enhanced the experience.
“Uh yes” The young Asari visibly stuttered. “May I have a name?” to her credit the young woman maintained a professional composure. He probably should have been kinder to her.
Wrex leant over her desk, pressing his armoured fists into the polished metal, accentuating his size. “Just tell him ‘Wrex’ is here to see him” But Wrex found the experience to be far too much fun to stop now.
The secretary activated the communicator sitting on the desk. “Mr. Alas”
The strained, metallic voice of a Volus filtered through their environment suit emerged through the communicator. “Yes, yes?”
“Mr. X is here to see you” the secretary responded.
“Wrex” Wrex growled lowly.
“Yes, fine. Send him in” The communicator deactivated.
Wrex did not even wait to be directed, simply stepping past the receptionist without a second thought.

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Wrex found the Volus’s office with ease, simply looking for the room which had more pomp and ceremony attached to it than practicality. The Volus Diplomat, Alas, sat behind his desk, his suits breather wheezing and groaning with each laboured breath he took. Alas was flanked on either side by security officers, presumably his hired personal guard, a young dark skinned human and a twiggy Salarian dressed in modified security uniforms favoured by personal security mercs, enough style to impress the clients and enough shield strength to not get killed should your services actually be required.
Wrex also identified a Turian braced against the far wall, his eyes scanning across the room with patient professionalism, he barely acknowledged Wrex’s entrance but at the same time managed to identify each of the weapons Wrex from the Shotgun at his waist to the ceremonial blade he kept in his forearm plate for quick release in a melee. The human stepped forward to block Wrexs advance. “We are going to need those weapons” Wrex simply chuckled, pushing past the defiant human without a word. But the guard was quick to step back into the path of the advancing Krogan. “Don’t make me disarm you”
Wrex was angry now, he tapped into that anger, utilizing it as a source of energy to charge his biotic powers. “I’d like to see you try” Wrex felt as his powers reached their peak, preparing himself to lash out with a biotic enhanced blast.
“Let him go” the Turian said bluntly.
The human clearly did not like the order but he complied regardless, he silently returned to his post. Wrexs view was once more clear to the Volus sitting behind the desk across the room. Alas indicated the empty seat on the far side of his desk. “Please, sit”
Wrex did not move. “Just give me the job so I can get out of here”
Alas was not used to dealing with Wrexs type and the comment clearly unnerved him. “Right, well the reason I asked you here was that I have been having some ‘problems’ with a former associate of mine”
Wrex laughed “Let me guess, your old girlfriends sore at you for dumping her and you’re worried she’s going to blab about your little kink for-”
“No!” The Volus said sharply, intent on ending the accusation before it was made. “Simply a former acquaintance of mine who may have information which may affect my position as a diplomat”
“Well if that’s the case” Wrex indicated the two guards. “Why not get Skippy, Dipstick” Wrex glanced over at the Turian. “And Mr. Talky here to shut ‘em up for ya”
Alas tired of being insulted. “We already tried. But I am afraid even my men are not an effective match for an Asari Commando”
“And there’s the clincher” Wrex laughed “And what do you know, my fee just doubled”
“What! Why you-!” Alass breathing suit clearly strained to suppress his anger.
“And if you keep that up it’s only going to get higher. You wouldn’t have called me if you didn’t require the best. And that means there is only one Asari Commando you could be talking about”
“So you know her then?” Alas seemed to calm, assured that he had selected the correct person for the job.
“I know of her. Someone like Aleena leaves quite a reputation in her wake. And that means that I want a bigger cut if I am goanna have to be the one who has to kill her” Wrex was sure he had securely made his point.
Alas wheezed a sigh of defeat, he had been beaten at his own game. “Very well, after you confirm she is dead I will wire the additional credits to an account of your choosing. But I expect her gone and I do not want anything coming back to bite me” Alas indicated the Turian. “Captain Shar will be my ears, eyes and voice during this operation. His orders are mine. Are we clear?”
Wrex glanced over at him. “Fine, better get your check book ready”

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“So after I received the job I got clear of the Citadel as fast as I could. After picking up a few supplies and revisiting a few contacts I decided it was time to contact an old friend”

Wrex sat in the pilots seat of his ship Anaconda, the modified cargo transport was equipped with concealed heavy cannonry for discreet terminations, an ion gun for disabling enemy ships without a lot of mess and a silent, super fast FTL drive for jumping clear of a hot zone in a hurry. Its interior featured basic living quarters, weapons locker as well as a secure cell for prisoner transports.
During his time as a merc he had acquired a wide list of contacts and vehicles from all over the galaxy, ranging from Cruise liners to Battleships. Wrex could travel across the galaxy posing as any member of any major faction and equipped for any operation. But despite this the Anaconda still remained his favourite, primarily due to its array of modifications he had installed over his long lifespan, turning it from a junker into a Merc’s dream.
Wrex activated the ships long range COM unit, inputting one of the thousands of codes he had memorised. If you wanted to live as a mercenary you never left important contact information on anything that could be sliced, stolen or copied, that left your memory. The screen crackled with static, finally materializing to show a cockpit of a ship similar to his own, the only difference being the Asari at the controls. “Well, well, Urdnot Wrex. I did not expect to hear from you after so long”
“Well to be honest I was not expecting to call you either, but it’s great to see you again” Wrexs voice softened, Aleena had always been someone he could dare to open up too, Shepard being the other. The transmission was being relayed through a dozen relay nodes and across ten’s of star systems, just to ensure neither of them could be followed, but the net result was only a slight lag in the transmission time, barely noticeable but still a minor annoyance.
Aleena smiled that heart-warming smile that even Wrex could not resist. “Feeling’s mutual. But I assume this is business and not pleasure?”
“I am afraid so Aleena. Apparently you pissed off some Volus Diplomat on the Citadel called ‘Alas’, enough that he wants you dead”
Aleena could not contain her laughter. “And he chooses you of all people to come get me?”
“Yeah” Wrex laughed. “I guess I neglected to mention that we were friends” he smiled.
“More than friends Wrex” Aleena smiled. “We both know what we mean to eachother”
Wrex returned the smile. “So I guess we’re goanna have to choose a place to meet then?”
“I know the perfect little spot, a Salarian Station just past the Terminus border. You know the place where we did that job together...” her voice went light with the thought of happy memories.
“And you thrashed that Turian because he thought you were one of the dancers” Wrex chuckled, the mental image clear in his conscious mind.
“That’s it. Meet me there in a few days and we’ll finally get to see eachother after so long” Aleena ensured to leave him an innocent blown kiss before silencing the feed, just a little something to remember her by.
“I will be there” Wrex spoke into the void of space around him, the stage was set, the actors were now assembled. The final act was about to begin.
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