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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 4- The Salarian Station

“So you knew Aleena before you were asked to kill her?” Shepard asked, perplexed.
“Yeah, weird isn’t it?” Wrex spoke with the calm composure as if he was reading off items on the Normandys inventory.
“So what was she like?” Shepard asked with the inquisitiveness of a young child.
“She was smart, spunky, always concerned about the lives of civilians” Wrex smiled. “She kinda reminds me of you” Jane smiled at the compliment. “Anyway” Wrex returned to his bewitching tale.

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“The place we had agreed to meet on was an old Salarian station, long since abandoned by the Salarian government and converted into a hive of rapists, murders and gang lords. It would serve as an interesting battleground known to its inhabitants Shadow Station”

Wrex banked the Anaconda around the edge of the station watching as the fleet of ships ranging from passenger shuttles to military corvettes circled the station, each marked by a different affiliation and composed of a different class of vessel. Wrexs communicator activated, a Turian dominating the screen of the device. “Urdnot Wrex, this is Captain Shar. Representative Alas has assigned me to oversee the operation to ensure everything operates smoothly. I am also here to provide mission critical information in the field”
Wrex sneered “Yeah I am sure you will be real helpful from your cosy office back there on the Citadel, a real dangerous assignment”
Shar leant closer to the communicator screen, emphasising his point. “I once spent three months in a Batarian slaver camp having my talons being torn out by the roots because some novice I got stuck training tripped the alarm and I foolishly tried saving the little shits sorry ass. Do not dare to lecture me about ‘dangerous’ assignments. Shar out” The communicator snapped off.
Wrex shrugged. “Who pissed in his caf this morning?” Wrex spoke into the void.

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Wrex landed the ship into the gapping maws of an empty hanger bay. The engines whirred and died, Wrex secured the controls behind an array of passwords and key codes he had long ago committed to memory. Wrex stepped out onto the station’s deck, the sharp smell of engine oil and star ship fuel hitting his reptilian nostrils. There was no need to report his landing with docking officials; anyone was free to travel in and out of the station as long as they were not someone or transporting something the gang lords might wish to know of.
It had been a long while since Wrex had visited the station; his long absence meant that he was not as in touch with the current state of the station as he knew he would need to be. Shadow was not the most politically stable settlement in the galaxy, most of the population was comprised of either free-lance mercenaries passing through on jobs or members of the hundreds of gangs who plagued the station, most of them either too poor or too stupid to escape the chaos. The gangs fight on and off battles with eachother, usually hiring mercs to disrupt their opponents operations. However all of the smaller factions of the station were trapped beneath the boot heel of one dominant gang, usually the faction with the most members and the greatest influence over the station. This gang would usually attempt to create some twisted form of order between the other gangs whilst at the same time asserting their control to ensure they alone remained the strongest.
Every decade or so a secondary gang would rise up to challenge the ruling faction and a far larger conflict would ensue that would throw the station in utter chaos. This kind of conflict could continue for weeks, even months, or with the careful application of high explosives to the opposing Gang Lords penthouse the war could be averted entirely. Wrex never attempted to become involved when the fighting started, he had enough ghosts from his past hounding him than to discover a bounty placed on his head ten years later by the latest gang lord keen to remove all ties to his predecessor. Considering it had been nearly a decade since the last war Wrex expected it to be about time for another change in management. Maybe Aleena had known this as well; maybe she had even planned for it. “Guess she thought it would be nice to have a little ambiance to their duel”

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“After I touched down on the station I went to see an old contact of mine who I had always trusted to have his ear to the ground”

Wrex passed through the door of a quaint little store nestled deep in the dark bosom of Shadow Station. On the outside of the building the neon sign simply said ‘Xeltlyn’s Hardware’ but this store served as a safe house and information contact for any friend of the owner.
Wrex walked past the collection of shoppers populating the small front shop, most of them completely unfazed by the sight of a heavily armed Krogan Battlemaster. Wrex stepped into the back office of the store, the customers treated it as business as usual, expecting to hear the anguished cry of their friendly shopkeeper receiving a bullet to the knee cap for neglecting to pay his tribute to whoever now believed they operated the district. Wrex loomed over the owners desk, though it was difficult even for him to intimidate an eight foot tall walking piece of pure Elcor muscle. Luckily for Wrex that mountain of muscle was an old friend of his. “How you doing Xeltlyn”
“Surprised welcome, greetings Urdnot Wrex” The Elcor responded in his monotone voice. “I had not expected to see you back here so soon”
“Huh” Wrex sighed. “Things have, developed, since then”
“Concerned, I assume these developments are not to your benefit?”
“Right” Wrex took seat across from him, the harsh metal awkward against his reptilian figure. “You remember our Asari commando friend?”
“Warming smile, yes I remember. Aleena was always the one to get the two of you in trouble whenever you worked together”
“Well it seems that she has managed to do it again. You know someone named Alas, a Volus diplomat on the Citadel?”
“Humorous retort, not personally but given enough time I could discern his passwords, his mother’s name or even what he ate for lunch last rotation”
That was as close to humour as you could get with Elcor. Being a species of slow, lumbering hulks who declared their emotions verbally to other species trying to find a sarcastic Elcor was as easy as finding an atheist Hanar. “Well turns out Aleena’s pissed him off enough that he has hired me to kill her”
“Humorous. And he hired you of all people?” An Elcor smile emerged on his gill like lips.
“Yeah, that’s what I said” Wrex chuckled. “She asked we try to kill eachother here so we don’t endanger anyone important”
“Admiration, it is good to see that Aleena’s concern for civilian lives is still as vivid as ever”
“Yeah” Memories of all the times they had worked together flooded through his mind. “But anyway, tell me what has happened since I left”
“Grim news, it seems Shadow Station is now commanded under the solid boot of a new leader, head of the Black Wolves gang. He calls himself ‘Dark Wolf’”
“Huh huh” Wrex chuckled. “What kind of name is that? Sounds like some kind of crazed cult leader harassing commuters at the spaceport. Wasn’t he just small time last time I was here?”
“Correct. But since then he has acquired many powerful allies. A few successful business deals later he’s running the entire station. He will be a difficult enemy to contend with”
Wrex stood. “Well we will just see how he handles it”

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Wrex stepped out of Xeltlyn’s store, his COM unit suddenly crackling to life. “…I say again. Come in Wrex. This is Captain Shar”
Wrex held his hand to his COM, attempting to remove the annoying screeching voice which bombarded his earpiece. “Yeah, I’m here, what do you want?”
“I lost your signal when you went inside” Shar spoke.
Wrex felt slightly disturbed by the fact that he was being tracked, if Shar could find him it left him vulnerable to his enemies. Wrex glanced around the crowded street- found the security camera embedded into the wall. He waved to the device. “Hey, so how’s Gang Watch TV? Sure beats the Citadel News Channel”
“Funny. So what happened, I lost your signal when you went inside the building?” Shar asked.
“My contacts enjoy their privacy; they don’t want anyone eavesdropping on any private business deals”
“Did you at least find out anything useful?”
“Perhaps, first I’m goanna have to speak with a few people” Wrex's reptilian lips curled into a smile. “I am sure it will be as pleasant an exchange as ever”

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“Where is she!?” Wrex growled; pressing the bartenders head even harder into the drink stained woodwork of his own bar dominating the centre of the nightclub known as The Den. Wrex kept the man’s arm clasped tightly against his back with one hand, utilising his own free hand to sweep his pistol across the crowd of patrons who had gathered to observe the spectacle.
Wrex fired a shot into the clubs sound system, removing the distraction of the out of tune music as well as encouraging the crowd to maintain their distance from the scene. Wrex returned his attention to the bartender left wheezing beneath his forearm. “Where’s the Asari?” he hissed.
“I don’t know” The bartender pleaded, his voice cracking with animal fear. “We get a lot of Asari in here”
Wrex pressed his pistol into the side of the man’s skull, emphasising his point. “Think real hard, you know which one I’m talking about”
“Alright” The bartender conceded. “She came in a couple hours ago, dressed all cloak and dagger. We get allot of people in here like that, I didn’t think anything of her. She just ordered a drink and sat at one of the tables in the back with some guy”
Wrex loosened his grip. “Who was he?”
“I don’t know!” The bartender blurted out, quickly realizing his usefulness as a source of information was degrading rapidly. “He was wearing black combat armour, merc style. I just thought she was hiring him, or trying to buy red sand or something” A thought suddenly dawned on him. “He had an insignia on his shoulder plate!” it seemed the man had just found the holy grail of information that would prolong his life, if only for a short time.
“What was it?” Wrex asked bluntly.
“A blade, a creature, I don’t know. It’s hard to describe”
Wrex released his grip. “Draw it” The bartender scrambled for a napkin, quickly scrawling a crude representation of what he could remember of the complex insignia. He passed it to Wrex, the Krogans calculating eyes assessing the diagram of its relative worth, whether it warranted a quick bullet to the brain, or a slow bleed out by severing the major arteries in the man’s thigh. Wrex chose simply to let him go, no use in attracting any more unnecessary attention.

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Wrex stepped out into the crowded street, the bright lights of the clubs neon signs bombarding his vision. “Xeltlyn”
“Relieved, it is good to hear you are still alive” The Elcors monotone voice was reassuring at the other end of the communicator. “Did you recover any information?”
Wrex re-examined the crude drawing. “Something like that, I talked to the barman of Black Shadow. Apparently Aleena was in there a few hours ago talking with some guy in black armour”
“That does not effectively narrow down the list of possibilities; many inhabitants of the station prefer the style of dress”
“Yes, but do they all have some kind of insignia printed on their shoulders?” He sent Xeltlyn the image. “Can you make anything from it?”
“Surprised, the image is crude but from what I can identify I believe it is the marking of Alpha Pack”
“Anyone I should know?” Wrex walked through the streets, blending in with crowd, eager to avoid stirring up any more trouble while he lacked a clear objective.
“They are the Dark Wolf’s personal guard, elite mercenaries drafted from all across the station. Their leader, Alpha, is also the only person who can arrange a meeting with the Dark Wolf”
“I assume that was who Aleena was talking to in the bar?” Wrex asked.
“That is a likely assessment. But if that is the case, it will mean you will now have to take this confrontation to a higher plane”
“I always enjoy meeting new people”

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“I had been chasing Aleena down for nearly two days now. We both treated it as a sort of game, just as one of us got close the other just leapt clear of our reach and came back faster and smarter than before. Eventually however I had her cornered and ready for the kill”

Aleena stepped into The Den, one of thousands of criminal infested bars all across the station, the only defining quality of this establishment was that it also served as the stronghold of the stations current leader, the Dark Wolf.
Aleena walked confidently past the array of patrons in varying states of sobriety. Approaching the bar she walked past the first guard towards the back of the bar. However the second guard protecting the door into the rear corridors was not as lenient. “Where do think you are going?” Aleena simply attempted to step past the guard, but the guard sharply moved to intercept her. “This area is restricted; the strippers’ quarters are across the bar”
Aleena simply stared into his eyes, a mere distraction as she allowed her energy to seep through her to charge her biotic powers. The distraction captured his attention long enough to allow Aleena to clasp the palm of her hand against his forehead, she utilized her control of the dark mass around them to alter the flow of blood to the targets brain, the result being complete and total unconsciousness, silent and swift. Aleena guided the body to the ground, lowering him to the floor with her gentle caress, with the guard silenced Aleena walked past the door and into the elevator which lead to the penthouse.

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“What exactly are you doing up here?” Shar inquired through Wrexs COM unit.
Wrex deactivated the elevator controls, moving out onto the open rooftop, scanning his assault rifle in front of him in search of potential targets. Upon finding the rooftop secure he reattached his Assault Rifle to his back, drawing his sniper rifle. Wrex braced the weapon against the stone ledge, peering through the weapons optical scope.
Wrex finally replied “Just a little star gazing”

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The elevator doors parted. Aleena stepped out into the corridor, taking in the sudden shift in the décor of the rooms around her. Aleena pulled her cloak tighter around herself, feeling beneath the thin material for her pistol holstered at her hip. At the found end of the corridor she found her objective, a door guarded by two burly human security guards both dressed in the same dark black uniform her contact had been wearing. Aleena approached the door at the end of the hall with a confident stride and unwavering gaze of grim determination, still expecting to be stopped as she had been by the guard at the bar. But the two guards choose not to obstruct her any longer; they simply parted to allow her to pass unimpeded.
Aleena emerged into an office containing far more pomp and ceremony than practicality. The left wall was dominated by an open window overlooking the remainder of the stations residential district. To the far right were a bar and another guard hidden in the dark corners of the room, their face shrouded in shadows. Directly before her sat an oak wood desk, behind that sat a large man with shoulder length brown hair and dressed in modern finery.
Even though it was in complete perversion of her ethics and an incalculable degeneration of her negotiating stance Aleena forced herself to show some feigned form of respect for the man if she was going to secure his support, as well as the support of those who served him, in this endeavour. “Dark Wolf” Aleena begrudgingly gave a respectful bow.
The individual she referred to was young, twenties, early thirties, dressed in a tailored suit which appeared to be of the latest fashion. “I was told you have information for me?”
Aleena suppressed her urge to fall into her regular routine, collapsing down in the empty chair before it was offered and beginning the negotiation process before her opponent could recover. Instead Aleena decided to wait until the seat was eventually offered to her. “Indeed Dark Wolf. It concerns the latest venture of the Citadel Council”
A devious smile broke across the Dark Wolf’s lips simply broke down laughing. “And why should I be concerned about the endeavours of the Citadel Council when this station lies deep within the reaches of the Terminus Systems, well beyond their reach?”
“Because I believe they are planning to bring you and your station under their jurisdiction whether you agree to it or not. I think they tire of this station serving as hotbed for those who oppose their control” Aleena said plainly, attempting to add a touch of concern to her voice. This certainly gained the gang leaders attention, causing him to lean forward and clasp his hands together atop his desk.
“I run a legitimate station here where any man is free to pass through, if that attracts some who oppose the Councils rule that is not my concern. And what makes you think they are making an attempt here, have I ever declared my opposition to the Council and their laws?” the man was clearly concerned; he attempted desperately to conceal it behind a shroud of pride.
“No matter what your allegiances may be the Council sees you as an enemy. I believe they have deployed a Spectre on the station to remove you as an enemy”
Now he could no longer conceal it, his fear was evident even without the use of biotics. The man finally recomposed himself. “How did you acquire this information?”
“I have my processes” the response was sufficient, he did not much care how she had obtained the information only that it was accurate and that she was willing to sell it.
“And what exactly are you expecting in return for this information?” he prepared himself for a lengthy bartering process.
“A reasonable finder’s fee” It never occurred.
He cocked an eyebrow, certainly not expecting the result and willing to believe it even less. “And why would you not want to try gorging me for every available credit?”
Aleena leaned forward “Because I rather like having this station beyond the reaches of the Citadel. I do not wish to have to run past half the Citadel fleet every time I pass through here”
The Dark Wolf reached into a desk draw, removing a high numerical credit chip, passing it across the polished surface of his desk. Aleena accepted the chip, inserting it into the holographic receptacle of her Omni-tool, the value represented on the chip being drained into the device until it became an empty shell.
Satisfied Aleena rose to her feet. “The Spectre is a Krogan named Urdnot Wrex. I am sure he will show up here soon enough attempting to trail me” Aleena was eager to make swift exit, not willing to be caught between both Wrex and the gangs at the same time. But if Wrex was still as good as he used to be he would have found out about the meeting less than an hour after she left and was now positioned somewhere in the building across the street, watching the entire meeting through the scope his sniper rifle. “As such I am going to make my exit, and leave Wrex too your security forces”
Aleena scarcely made it half way across the room. “Hold on” Aleena froze at his words, she turned back to face him, radiating anger and frustration at the delay rather than the anxiety she was truly experiencing. “You think you can just set a Krogan Spectre on me and then just walk out of here? No. You lead him here, you kill him”
“I just warned you that a Council Spectre had infiltrated your station, evaded your guards and was now on his way here to kill you. I would say that my part on this was done” Aleena resumed her walk towards the door.
“Except, that Wrex is not a Spectre” Aleena froze.
A form emerged from within the shadows, a beast clad in dark purple armour and rough, scaly reptilian skin peering out from the one exposed area of the suit. Aleena recognized the figure instantly as an old rival. “Kixx” fluttered past her frozen blue lips.
The Dark Wolf appeared angrier than stunned as the guard emerged from the darkness as though he had been spawned from the shadows themselves. “What do you mean?” he accused.
“She’s lying” Kixx simply pointed a casual finger at Aleena. “Wrex is a merc, not a Spectre”
The Dark wolf’s eyes snapped back to Aleena. “What the fuck is going on here!” Aleena could not form a response before his patience quickly dissolved. He reached to his belt, retrieving his pistol and taking aim in one sharp motion. “Tell me before I blow your lying stripper head clean off”
Aleena tapped into her emotions, attempting to rouse her biotic abilities to save herself. But her mind was awash with conflicting feeling making it difficult for her to rouse her powers; it looked as though this was to be her end.
But suddenly, like a lightning bolt emerging from the heavens to strike down the sinners, the glass window cracked and splintered around a pin point hole. The Dark Wolf’s head became consumed in a flurry of blood and shattered bone, his arm falling slack as he collapsed down onto the desk.
Aleena leapt towards the door, attempting to leap clear before the mysterious gunman took another shot. Kixx reacted instinctively, drawing his Shotgun from his belt he took aim and fired at Aleena. The majority of the shots splattered across the wall beside her, Kixx unsure whether any of the rounds had made contact.
So far there had been no second shot; the shooter will have long ago abandoned his position. Kixx heard gunfire ring in the corridor with the room secure he moved towards the corridor, his boss was far beyond the help even of modern medicine. Kixx dared to poke his head around the corner, Shotgun ready. The hallway was in ruins, the guards’ less than broken messes after been thrown against the walls. Kixx noticed amongst the broken debris was a thick line of blood staining the floor along the length of the corridor, it was now only a matter of time.

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Wrex watched as the entire meeting unfolded, firstly as Aleena attempted to run her regular game, then as the deal was closed and lastly the big change which shot the entire scheme to fragments when Kixx emerged from the shadows to confront her. “We’ve got someone else in there” Shar squawked through Wrex's COM link. “Can you identify the target?”
“Yeah I know him” Wrex said coldly. “I worked with him before, he’s trouble”
“Well better that he’s down there with Aleena and the gang leader, let them kill eachother for you” Shar sneered.
Wrex continued to watch passively, when he saw the Dark Wolf draw his pistol that was the last straw. He fired his weapon. “You missed!” Shar screeched in his helmet. Wrex ignored him, repacking his weapon and making a quick escape from the roof with rehearsed efficiency. “You had a clean shot and you missed her!?”
“Aleena is my kill. No one else’s” Wrex closed the COM; soon the whole station would know what had just transpired. He would have to move fast.

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“So you shot the gang leader before he could kill Aleena?” Shepard lay against Wrex’s tough reptilian chest, slowly rubbing the tip of her fingers against Wrex’s arm.
“Aleena was my kill. Mercenaries have a strict code; you always kill your own targets yourself. Otherwise what use are we as Mercs?”
Shepard would have to agree. “Sounds almost kind of romantic, so what did you do to her?”

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“I made my way down into the busy streets of the station. I was ready to find her”

Aleena ran through the artificially rain soaked streets, dodging past endless waves of commuters as she tried to put as much distance between her and The Den as possible.
Aleena decided to abandon the bustling streets entirely, turning sharply into one of the adjoining alleyways. She threw herself against the dirt slicken walls, content that she had lost any pursuers she took the moment of temporary solitude to finally breathe easily. Aleena slid down onto the floor, her back pressed firmly against the wall as her insides wrenched with every slight twitch as she suffered through the aftermath of an adrenaline high that had allowed her to see her physical condition through rose tinted glasses. But without that unwavering support her body was quickly crashing and it would not be long before she either bled out or died from an infection of whatever wound she had sustained to cause her insides to ignite.
Aleena pulled back the tattered remains of her black cloak, discovering scattering of holes missing from her chest, a river of bright red blood staining her side. Kixx had clearly been a far better shot than she had anticipated, some of the shots finding their mark even amongst the confusion. She was going to have to find a hospital if she expected to live through the nigh-
A figure appeared at the entrance to the alley, fully shattering her chance of retreat via that route. She knew that she had only one option left. She drew her pistol from her belt, raising her arm despite the burning protests of her strained muscles. She took aim, preparing to pull the trigger. But in so doing, she effectively sealed her fate.

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Wrex scanned the dark alcoves that the alley concealed; ready to engage anything the darkness may try to conceal from him. Wrex found Aleena leaning against the alley wall, bringing a pistol to bear on him.
Wrex froze solid, fully expecting her to fire the weapon in her final act of life, to take his life as her own ended. Aleena held the weapon at arm’s length, her finger grazed the trigger, Wrex prepared to leap for his life and jump clear of the incoming projectile, it never came. Aleena let out a faint cry as the pain violently tore through her system.
Aleena’s arm collapsed at her side, her body falling limp against the wall. Upon seeing that her intention was no longer set on killing him Wrex ran to her aid, kneeling down to cup her light blue cheeks in his large metallic gauntlets. Wrex raised her head to stare into her fluttering eyes, her neck no longer able to withstand the weight of her head. Wrex felt for her pulse, weak but steady, she was alive. Wrex checked her wound, pulling back the folds of her ruffled cloak, discovering the gapping bullet wound scarring her side.
Wrex retrieved a shot of Medigel from his belt pouch, draining the cooling liquid into the open wound, sealing the wound against infection and further blood loss. However she was going to require more sophisticated medical attention if she was to survive the night. With delicate precision, so as not to agitate the wound further, Wrex linked his arm underneath her knees and braced his other arm around her back, rising to his feet with her cradled in his arms. The two of them left the alleyway, seamlessly falling back into the lines of rain soaked commuters.

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“I was told I could acquire certain... modifications here?” A Turian gang member leaned across the counter of the store.
“Unsure- perhaps you are mistaken. I sell only building tools and materials” Xeltlyn said plainly.
“I was told to the request the ‘Xeltlyn Special Reserves’” he said slyly.
“Very well, I-” the door crashed open, and the accompanying slam of hard metal against metal sent the Turian leaping into the aisles for his life, expecting rounds to pepper the walls followed gang members pouring through to begin tearing the place asunder.
Instead there was only one person stepping through the open door, a figure cradled in their wide arms. Wrex walked silently through the store, not lingering to acknowledge the Turian cowering in the aisles flailing a pistol wildly in the hope that it might keep the 7ft beast at bay.
“Where’s your med kit?” Wrex demanded as he stepped past Xeltlyn, not even waiting for a response. He found his way into one of the spare bedrooms in the back, placing Aleena down onto the bed with gentle care. Wrex retrieved the med kit, throwing it down on the bed next to her he cracked it open to reveal an assortment of medical equipment and drugs.
Wrex released the locks of Aleena’s jumpsuit, retrieving the separate components of her suit as they came loose. Wrex made no attempt to glance at the patches of light blue skin becoming exposed as he removed each plate, he had seen it all before. With her outer layer of armour removed she was left in a two piece undergarment wrapped around her chest and her pelvis.
Wrex reached into the med kit; removing a set of precision pliers, he was going to have to be delicate. The true threat of with the wound was not the rounds themselves, they passed through the body without complications, it was the tattered pieces of fabric that they dragged in after them which was the true danger. The ruined pieces of fabric could result in severe infection; they had to be removed quickly.
Wrex went to work, using the precision pliers to reach into the gapping maws and remove the scattered dark patches of cloth, each time eliciting another sudden jolt of pain from Aleena’s unconscious body as more flesh was forcibly dragged out. Each time he removed another piece of cloth he sealed the agitated wound with another shot of Medigel. Wrex repeated the ritual several times for each new wound he found. The next step was to wrap her torso in bandages; Wrex retrieved a strip of bandages from the med kit, encapsulating her torso in a double wrapping of sterile bandages.
Xylten lumbered through the open door, watching as Wrex conducted his work. “Concerned, is she going to be alright?”
“She’ll live” he said plainly, staring down at the broken body of his friend and his prey.

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“So you went out on a limb to save the woman you were hired to kill?” Shepard asked with a sense of awe, as if the realization gave her an even greater understanding of Wrex’s psyche.
Wrex sighed beneath his breath. “Yep, would have lost a lot of credits if anyone found out”
Shepard laid an innocent peck on his cheek. “You’re so romantic”

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“She was out for a couple hours before she finally came too”
Aleena’s mind was wrought with pain from a dozen different fronts. Her training and experience as a mercenary springing to life in her mind. She tried to flex her fingers and toes, the appendages resisted with a lumbering creak, but they moved. Next she tried her arms and legs; these proved a far more painful experience as pain tore through her body. Despite her better judgement she raised herself onto her elbows, her torso groaning with every strained motion, but suddenly she felt a weight collapse harshly onto her shoulders. Aleena attempted to resist the harsh pull of gravity, but she had to accept that she could not resist the unstoppable force let alone overcome it. In the end she was forced to fall back against the soft pillows beneath her.
“Nice to see you’re finally awake” a voice spoke to her.
Aleena glanced over to her side, discovering the source of the force that kept her firmly secured against the bed. Wrex stood over her, staring down at her.
“Ugh, what am I doing here?” Aleena’s mind attempted to assemble the scattered pieces.
“I found your broken body in an alleyway, I dragged you back here so I could be the one to kill you and not some drug dealer” Wrex answered.
Aleena smiled “So I assume that you had nothing to do with someone killing the Dark Wolf before we could finish our arrangement?”
Wrex smiled “I assume you weren’t there attempting to gain his support in our duel only to have him killed because of your meeting which will inevitability lead to a power vacuum which could every gang member on the station vying for control?”
“So you did shoot him then?” Aleena smiled.
“If I had” Wrex said coldly. “I probably would have shot him a few more times to be sure”
“Well it seems you were able to pick up where I left off. How did you manage to catch up?”
Wrex smirked “I just walked into the bar a few hours later, slammed the right blokes head against the bar until he gave up the location of your meeting”
“A few hours” she smiled weakly through the pain. “You’re getting slow there Wrex”
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