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Angel Falling	By : Marie_Fanwriter Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 7083 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 5 – Saviour?
We’ll take a quick detour to where Shepard went before addressing the situation with Garrus and the mercenaries. This chapter will include violence, language, references to the non-con situation and drugs.
Enjoy!
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“Remember, no one gets to play with him. He’s mine.” Shepard’s comment was directed at Zaeed but it was a waning as well. She disappeared into the backroom; the barefaced turian closed the door behind her. There was a short hallway leading into another large room, Shepard followed it and came face to… well hips… with a volus.
“Ms. Gunn I presume,” The volus breathed in heavily. “I am Leveque and I have a few registration items to go through before I can show you the merchandise. Follow me.” He waddled off to a desk on the opposing wall.
Shepard rolled her eyes, it had barely been two minutes and she was already ready to get back to the party. At least she could keep an eye on Garrus in there. “Is this really necessary?”
The volus looked at her hesitantly. “But of course, Hadron requires this of all his first time buyers.” He pulled out a stack of data pads and slid them across the desk.
“Show me the merchandise and then, if I decide to purchase, you can send the documents along.” She pushed the data pads back. “I’m much too busy to fill all this out now.” More like I’m not going to buy anything….
The volus paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought. “Well at least finish this pad then.” Another deep wheezing breath, “I can start your file and hopefully Hadron won’t look too closely at the files.” Shepard smiled sweetly and filled out the pad figuring she had shaved off at least a few minutes.
Afterwards she was led around the room by Leveque, who took his time explaining the merchandise. She caught herself looking at her omni-tool more than a few times; she’d been in the backroom longer than the others had. When she asked about it he said it was the first time buyer’s tour. She’d been gone about twenty-five minutes now… her team would be getting worried.
“That’s all I need to see.” Shepard had had enough. She stepped around the alien and headed for the door back into that hall.
He caught up to her at the entranceway to the hall, “Wait! There is more… follow me this way.” He opened up another door and gestured for the human to precede him.
“No, I’ve seen what I want and I’ll send along the paperwork tomorrow. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to get going.”
The volus stepped in front of her and stumbled over his words, “No… ahh you can’t go yet… there is more to see… or paperwork for you to fill out… Ms. Gunn you’ve got to understand…”
Shepard cut him off with a glare, “Are you stalling me Leveque?” He sputtered again and was about to say something when her com crackled. She waved off the volus and keyed her earpiece. “It’s Gunn, go.”
The voice on the other end sounded groggy, “Better get out here quick, it’s bad. Goddam bastards got to him.”
Shepard didn’t respond as she ran for the door shoving the shouting Leveque to the ground and pulling her pistol. She could hear Zaeed yelling into the com but the words didn’t register.
She burst through the door.
“…get off him!” The old mercenary yelled.
Shepard surveyed the scene quickly; Zaeed was handcuffed to the bar, an unfamiliar pistol in his hand. Three men were down. The entire population of the room seemed to be circled around the centre. Hadron was standing there, a leather whip stained with blue in one hand and the leash in the other. A batarian was sitting in a chair in front of him, back to the door. The room grew eerily quiet as all eyes fell on her. Beside her Kasumi gasped.
“Didn’t expect you so soon Ms. Gunn,” Hadron grinned at her shrugging lazily.
She could see blue armour strewn about the room and blue blood dotted the carpet in a variety of places. When she finally steeled herself enough she let her eyes rest on Garrus. She visibly shook with rage as she noted his broken posture, he knelt at the batarian’s feet his shoulders slumped and head down and turned away from her. She couldn’t let her gaze linger, she refused to determine what it was on his face or what that look was in his eyes.
The batarian stood up and turned to face the intruder, “Can’t you see we’re busy here pyjak?” He gestured to his aroused state. He had just begun to tilt his head in insult when the round passed through his forehead. The batarian collapsed to the ground in a heap and all hell broke loose in the room.
The party guests scattered towards the door but found that it was locked. Kasumi had been quick, taking out the shotgun touting krogan, unlocking Zaeed and returning his weapon, and locking the door thus trapping the criminals. The three squad mates held their weapons to a few of the room’s key players.
“Drop them,” Zaeed ground out to the bodyguards who had pulled their weapons. They did.
Shepard’s pistol was up and pointed at Hadron. “I thought I told you… he’s mine,” her voice venomous.
A human stepped forward, a large grin on his face despite the situation. “Just breaking him in for you, Gunn! Slap a little medi-gel on and he’ll be good as new. It isn’t as though he was in good condition to begin with.” He laughed and a few others joined in.
Shepard glared at the man, “Who the FUCK are you?” Her cover was slipping as she became unhinged.
“Name’s Marcs, I deal in all the best drugs on Omega. I got your pet a little hallex so he’d behave. A rowdy one you’ve got there. But damn! I’ll admit he was a good fuck.”
Shepard’s trigger finger twitched against her pistol, she couldn’t believe her ears. Hadron tried to get her attention back by pulling on the lead, causing Garrus to take in a sharp breath, “Now, now Ms. Gunn why don’t you put the pistol away and we can forget you shooting one of my patrons.” Shepard didn’t move and he tried again, “How about a new slave? I can send one along tomorrow.”
Shepard moved her pistol to target Marcs’ nether regions before letting off another shot. The man fell to the ground screaming, “FUCKING BITCH!” He clutched at his privates moaning.
“Who else was involved in this?” Shepard hissed. The room was silent, save Marcs incessant screeching. She scanned the room with her weapon, “I asked a question. Who else was involved?” A few people were shoved forwards from the crowd; it didn’t take much for a room of criminals to turn over on their own. “Zaeed! Escort these four to the backroom. If any of them so much as sneeze shoot them.”
“Understood,” he shoved an asari matriarch, a human who was holding his stomach, a volus with blue blood on his suit, and the batarian who had been holding Garrus, through the back door. No sooner had they turned the corner did a shot ring out. “The asari got mouthy, don’t mind me.” Zaeed called out.
The commander smirked at the rest of the room, “Hadron. You’ll be staying here with me, the rest of you have a job to do. Pass on a message for me. Even your simple brains should be able to remember this rule… Don’t fuck with Gunn. Now get out.”
The criminals all but ran for the door, it wasn’t half a minute before the room was empty. Hadron still stood in the centre of the room, Garrus was kneeling on the ground in front of him. Marcs, a now silent mess, was in a growing pool of red. Kasumi was likely somewhere nearby as well.
“You’re out of options, drop it.”
Hadron tossed the whip but held onto the lead, “I think I’ve got an option still. You seem to have an affinity for your toy here.” He pulled the leash tight, dragging up Garrus’ hung head and making him groan. Shepard glared but let him continue. “You see… I don’t think he’ll survive it if I turn this up all the way. We tried it earlier and it was barely two seconds before he submitted, with the added effect of the hallex? I don’t know about you, Gunn. But I wouldn’t want to risk it.”
Shepard was silent for a moment before responding, “Your terms?”
“You kick your pistol over here and I walk out. That’s it.”
“No deal.”
“Fine, have it your way!” Hadron keyed on the collar and was dumbstriken when nothing happened, “What? That should have worked! He should be screaming by now!” He took a few steps back, dropping the leash and eying the woman in front of him with terror.
It was Shepard’s turn to smirk. Her gamble that Kasumi would disable to collar worked, evidenced again by the manacles around Garrus’ arms unclasping. Garrus had fallen forwards and apparently onto the still cloaked thief as he hung, seemingly, in midair. “I’ve got him Shep, take care of the trash.” The thief whispered quietly.
Shepard turned her full attention to the barefaced bastard in front of her. He was still backing towards the door and just when he started to turn to make a run for it Shepard shot out his knee. He hit the ground hard and whimpered. “Now what should I do with you?”
There was a wicked gleam in her eyes, “Just as I have an affinity for him… Archangel had an affinity for karmic justice. It was like an art form. Weapons smugglers killed with smuggled weapons, a saboteur sabotaged, drug dealers overdosing.” She grinned and stroked her chin as though deep in thought, “How would he deal with a slaver and rapist?”
The man desperately tried to crawl away and was halted by another shot to the opposing knee. He cried out and collapsed to his stomach. Shepard kicked him in the softer midriff, forcing the man onto his back. “WAIT! Stop! I’ll give you whatever you want. Just STOP!”
She shook her head, “Too late for that. Ah… I remember how he dealt with them…” another two shots rang out, shattering his elbows. “He cripples them…” two more, both to the gut. “He makes them feel pain.” Shepard reloaded her pistol with Incendiary ammo. “And then, just when you think you might live to see another day the Archangel finishes you off.” She shoved the barrel down Hadron’s throat before killing him with three last shots.
She straightened and all at once realisation hit her… “Garrus!” Shepard launched herself towards the downed turian and, the now visible, Kasumi. She dropped beside them, pulling out a package of medi-gel from her jacket. Kasumi had already been applying the soothing gel and removed the rest of the restraints. Garrus was lying on his side, his breath coming in choppy gasps, his eyes closed.
“He’s in bad shape Shepard. We need to get him to Chakwas.” Kasumi said as she passed Shepard another medi-gel pack.
“I know. Go get Zaeed and finish off the mercs he’s got with him,” Shepard didn’t look up as Kasumi rose to leave. Before leaving Kasumi preformed a cursory check of the bodies, ensuring Shepard wouldn’t be interrupted. A quick bullet through each of their heads did the job.
Shepard continued dispersing medi-gel over Garrus’ numerous injuries. The softer plating around his stomach was turning a nasty shade of greyish-purple. His back was a mess of cuts in varying sizes, blood already beginning to clot on the smaller ones but still oozing from the deeper gashes. The backs of his arms were much the same, his wrists were raw from struggling against the chains. Chains she had him wear.
Her breath caught when she raised her gaze to his neck. Burned in a perfect ring was an imprint of the collar. “Oh no… I’m so sorry Garrus…” tears drifted down her cheeks unchecked. She barely registered the brief firefight in the backroom, nor the reappearance of her companions.
Zaeed passed his medi-gel to Shepard before calling for evac. In his call he asked for both doctors to board the shuttle and to expect the turian casualty. Once EDI patched him directly to Chakwas he explained the situation a bit more toughly but still didn’t go into too many details. He mentioned lacerations, burns and possible anaphylaxis hoping that would be enough information. Kasumi had managed to procure a box from behind the bar and was flitting around the room gathering Garrus’ armour.
Shepard silently tended to Garrus’ wounds and once she was out of medi-gel she carefully stroked her friend’s cheek, whispering comforts to him. Garrus hadn’t moved which led the teammates to believe he was unconscious. It was maybe ten minutes before the shuttle arrived and the doctors appeared; Chakwas with the medical supplies and Mordin as her guard. They both knelt down by Garrus and Kasumi pulled Shepard back by the shoulders, giving the doctors room to work.
Mordin scanned Garrus with his omni-tool, “Obvious signs of trauma. Multiple attackers. Multiple weapons. Possible dislocation of jaw.” He took a sharp breath in and looked pained as he finished his thought, “Implications unpleasant.” His eyes ran over the restraints that Kasumi had removed before getting to work helping to stabilize the turian.
Chakwas’ face was in a stern mask as she tended to her patient. “Zaeed, take Kasumi and ensure the way to the shuttle is clear. We’ll need the stretcher so bring that back with you.” Zaeed didn’t say a word as he left the room, the thief in tow. Chakwas stood up and crossed the room to where the commander was perched by the door. “Shepard, I need you to tell me what happened.”
At first the commander remained stoic, if not for the dried tracks down her cheeks and slightly red eyes one would have thought she wasn’t fazed. “It’s my fault doc. I asked him to come with me…”
Chakwas reached out a hand to Shepard but stopped her advance when the Commander flinched back. “This isn’t your fault, Shepard. I need you to give me details, whatever you can provide may help us treat him.”
“Hallex… one of the mercs said he gave him hallex.” Shepard pushed off the wall and started pacing, “I wasn’t here for most of it, Zaeed was. But he was out of commission I think.” She ran her hands through her hair, her pistol still clutched into her right hand. The doctor nodded for her to continue, “I was gone about 25 minutes. I left him with Zaeed to complete the deal with Kasumi. When I got back he was on his knees… “She pointed, “there.”
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the remainder of the description. Voice shaking she continued, “They said he struggled… said they didn’t expect me back so soon… that he was… he was…” She stopped pacing and faced the doctor, eyes pain stricken. The final part of her description came as a whisper, “A good fuck.”
Karin had guessed at what happened but hearing it out loud and confirmed hit her harder than it should have. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. She took an unsteady breath out, “We’ll get him through this, Shepard. I promise.”
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