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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.
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Sorry it took a while. School started so now I'm slowing down a little. Writing this ran a little long so I'm splitting this into three parts. Just to make it clear, all three parts are taking place in one day. Part 2 should be out soon.
Justifiable Homicide
Chapter 7
Nothing is what it seems:
Part 1
By
DarkLaraJade
"I am! I'm pregnant Wrex!", Nova said tearfully.
Wrex looked away and began to breathe heavily. He had wanted it so badly, but now that it was here it didn't seem real. He didn't want to thank the Hollows or whatever Divines that allowed this conception yet again until he had proof.
"Are you sure? You didn't make a mistake?", he asked.
Nova handed him the pregnancy test and it said PREGNANT in the digital box. Wrex dropped the testing instrument on the floor and hugged Nova as tightly as he could without hurting her and lifted her off her feet. Her small feet dangled a full foot off the ground as she wrapped her arms around Wrex's large neck.
"I'm going to be a father.", he whispered, his voice adrift with both astonishment and joy.
Nova whispered back, "Yes. And I'm going to be a mother again. We're getting a second chance for a reason. The Gods have saw fit to do so."
She then pulled back until Wrex could see her face, still in his solid aerial hug, "But I do know that I've never been more happy or relieved in my life. Not since the Reapers were destroyed. It's like a weight lifted off your shoulders. Like you can start all over again...Do you think we'll be good parents? Our own parents weren't the best examples of good parenting, that's for damn sure."
Wrex put Nova on her feet, but still embraced her, staring down at her thoughtfully. "Fuck if I know. But I do know that a start is doing the complete opposite of what they did.", Wrex replied.
He watched Nova place her face back into his chest and felt her nod her head on his rough red and black skin. She continued to hug him back firmly as his mind wondered. They had briefly spoken of the upbringing they both had in Nova's quarters on the Normandy long ago. He had forgotten what started the conversation, but it was clear both their parents were very abusive. Nova's father had run out on her and her mother when she was born and her mother carried an avid hatred for Nova for insane and unjustifiable reasons.
Nova still had the old bone fractures and the emotional trauma to prove it. His upbringing was the opposite, but not much better. Wrex's mother died when he was young so he had to leave the female clans to live with his father, long before he was of suitable age to be without female care according to Krogan tradition. And his father, Urdnot Jarrod, was one of the few warlords left after the crushing defeat the Krogan suffered at the end of the Krogan Wars. Urdnot Jarrod was known for two things: his survival skills and being the meanest son of a bitch on two feet. His iron rod of discipline went above and beyond what was needed.
Wrex didn't consider stomping your youngling until they could barely move to be discipline, not even in the Krogan sense. Had he not been Krogan, he would have been killed already. Jarrod said it would make him strong, and indeed it did. But it also made him hate the man; so much so that he would call him Jarrod by name and never Father. He could never call a man he detested so much Father.
Wrex didn't like talking about his family, let alone think them so he pushed it to the back of his mind. He knew the conversation with a certainty got Nova thinking about that bitch. He didn't want her mind wandering to such dark places on such an occasion. They had done something no one else had; created the first hybrid and he reminded her of it.
"Stop thinking of her. You've done the impossible time and time again. You've become the first human Spectre, you're the soul survivor of Akuze, you were Commander of the Normandy and you saved the galaxy three times and managed to amass the largest military force in Citadel history. And now you're carrying the first hybrid in existence. FUCK HER NOVA! FUCK HER!"
Nova looked up at him sadly, "You know everything I started to do in my life was to prove her wrong. But somewhere along the line, I stopped caring whether I did or not. It's just sad you know. The way she is. You can't make a mother love their child if they don't want to. I'll love this baby till the day I die Wrex. I'll give our baby everything I never had."
She then pulled away from him and dropped her hand down to her stomach and rubbed it slowly. Her grey eyes then drifted to the bathroom mirror and she looked distantly at her own reflection.
"I swear it.", she said with a far off look.
Wrex then lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. "And I promise the same. Now let's get some sleep. I have a feeling you'll want to be well rested for tomorrow. No more thoughts of fucked up childhoods tonight."

When Nova woke she was still in her camisole and panties. Whether it was late or early she had no idea. She sat up and stretched in the dark stillness of the bedroom. As her grogginess wore off, she suddenly became aware that her bed was unusually empty and a familiar heavy snore was absent.
Her hands quickly reached over to the other side of the bed and she found it cold. Wrex was gone and judging by the temperature of the sheets, he had been out of bed for a while. Nova swung her legs to the edge of bed and she got to her feet. "Wrex", she yelled into the darkness and unsurprisingly there was no answer. The ex Commander slipped on some thick black pants which was the closest garment in reach and she left the room.
As soon as the door slid open, she squinted her eyes to allow them to adjust to the brightly lit hallway. She heard movement and voices on the main deck and the sound of her own bare feet pounding on the metal floor filled her ears as she ran toward the commotion.
Everyone including Miranda was on the flight deck fully clothed. The Krogans were equipped in their armor while Miranda still wore her skin tight Cerberus suit. Wrex was piloting the ship while Miranda, Wreav and Verren looked through the huge window behind the pilot's chair.
A scene of infinite darkness and stars began to give way to blue skies and puffy white clouds as she could feel the ship descending into an unknown atmosphere.
"What the hell is going on here?", she yelled.
Only Miranda turned around, "Oh you're awake! You're just in time, we're landing. I wanted to wake you but Wrex told us the good news and he wanted us to let you sleep. He said it would be good for the baby."
"Youngling.", Wrex corrected.
Miranda narrowed her eyes, "Same thing Wrex."
Nova dismissed the congrats she received, "Landing? Landing where?"
Miranda put her hand on her hip, "Well from what Wreav tells me-"
Wrex cut Miranda off, "Shut up Miranda. I'll tell my female what's going on. She is going to be Khahana after all. What would you know? You don't know any more than she does."
Nova caught the title and quirked an eyebrow. She was about to ask Wrex what he meant by it when Miranda responded to Wrex's remark.
Miranda gritted her teeth and stared daggers at the back of Wrex's head, "Don't interrupt me and don't talk to me that way! That was all extremely RUDE, Wrex!"
Nova watched the back of Wrex's head as he sat in the pilot's chair, "No it isn't woman. Rude is keeping a pregnant woman up all night with your relentless whorish moaning. Now come here Nova I want to show you something."
Nova couldn't suppress a snicker at the comment and neither could Wreav or Verren; Wrex could such an asshole sometimes.
"She sure is loud!", Verren said as he slapped a laughing Wreav on the back. She ran behind Miranda and grabbed her arm gently. Trying to get her to unclench the fingers she had knotted up into fist above Wrex's head.
"Stop Miranda. Be the bigger person.", Nova said with a big grin.
"Don't smile! It's not funny Shepard!" Miranda then crossed her arms across her large chest angrily and moved her murderous gaze to Wreav, "And don't you dare laugh at that Wreav!", Miranda hissed.
Wreav ignored her which caused her even more irritation. Nova pushed her way between Miranda and Wreav in an attempt to put distance between the heated couple and gain a better look out of the window.
Wrex slowed down the space ship and Nova and Miranda gasped in unison. A wild jungle terrain could be seen through the window. Large green and blue leaves with heavy rust red vines were entangled together. Predatory wildlife was ripping into softer meeker animals.
The glimpse of the jungle was brief as they flew over and the scene changed into wide green pastures. Then Wrex turned the ship and she jumped. They were on a head on collision with another ship!
"Wrex watch what you're doing!", she yelled.
He stopped the ship and reversed the thrusters. The ship in front of her did the same and a ray of sunlight bounced off the identical ship and into her bright grey eyes.
She brought her hand up to cover them and suddenly she realized it wasn't another ship, but a reflection of Wrex's ship. After reversing the ship, Wrex began to climb in altitude and then hover in a stationary position.
The blinding rays were gleaming off of a high metal wall approximately 40 feet tall. The silver metal was so thick it could easily fit three Krogan side by side. There were five heavily armored Krogan who were armed to the teeth standing guard on this section of the wall alone. Beside them were manual Geth turrets.
When Nova leaned forward and looked to the right, she could see further down the wall through the spaceship window. When she looked to the left, the scene was identical. At the edge of the wall, to the right and left, she could see large metal guns that nearly matched the size of their spaceship. The guns were encased in large metal domes that seemed to provide extra protection for the weapons and they were surrounded by shield regenerators.
The guns shifted, following their ship movements but did not fire. Nova knew the weapons all too well. They were Geth shield regenerators and automated Geth Cannons designed specifically to destroy fortified military ships. She shuddered as she remembered how many soldiers had lost their lives to similar cannons. They joined the 44-Hammerheads and other infantry ships that had fallen prey to the powerful cannons when the Geth were their enemies.
However the dome encasing was new to her as well as their speed. The cannons one flaw was that they were slow. Powerful but slow. It seemed that the flaw had been corrected and it kept up with the ship's movements quickly, moving up and down, in tune with the ship's hovering.
It undoubtedly recognized Wrex's ship as a friendly; had it pegged them for a hostile they wouldn't have managed to get this close. They would have been blown to pieces upon entering the atmosphere.
Wrex started to move the ship again, climbing in altitude. Even from an airborne prospective the wall seemed endless and she counted 5 Geth Cannons in all on what seemed to be the East side of the wall. What was with the heavy artillery? And how had the Krogan managed this? Furthermore, this was illegal! Krogan weren't allowed to build warships, let alone heavily fortified bases or fortresses. Whichever it was, she was still unsure, she hadn't seen enough yet. But Nova knew the Citadel would never sanction this with a certainty. Where were they and how could this go on without the Citadel knowing?
Wrex moved over the wall and her gaze was met with acres upon acres of luscious green grass. They flew for a few minutes more and there were more guard towers with turrets and armored Krogan. Pastures whizzed by and then two large metal building loomed in front of her. The building was similar to the skyscrapers she had seen on the Citadel. Then a few signs of life, shuttles flying around and finally figures. The figures were working the green pastures and upon closer inspections she realized they were Quarians in breathing suits.
"What are they doing here?", Nova questioned.
None of the Krogan answered and the ship passed over more green grass and suddenly a city emerged. Numerous tall skyscrapers were clustered together while in another section, seemingly more residential, were equally tall yet wider buildings. Usually they housed apartments for large groups living in one area. Shuttles bustled back and forth between the large skyscrapers, but very few in the residential areas.
Wrex suddenly veered left, passing the large metropolis of sky scrapers. Then a large arena made of tan stone with four large statues of Krogan standing at the four corners of the arena came into view. A voice broke her out of her trance like state.
"See anything familiar?", Wrex said.
"Is that…the arena I saw on Tuchanka when we fought the Reapers?"
Wrex chuckled, "So you do remember? I insisted it be built. I know other cultures don't know it, but Krogan had culture. More savage and brutal than most, but culture nonetheless. Our younglings will come to love and hate this arena. They will bleed on its stone and become better warriors after it all."
"How? How is this possible Wrex? Did the Krogan do this alone? What is this place?"
"This is New Tuchanka Nova! I suppose I owe you more of an explanation, but you'll get it soon enough. When we get home."
"New Tuchanka?!", she and Miranda said together.
"How Wrex? How did you find this place? Where are we?", Nova pressed, but Wrex didn't answer. Wreav and Verren hadn't said anything either.
Wrex pulled the ship to the right and they took off back toward the residential buildings. They passed dozens and dozens of buildings, and then suddenly a massive compound made of red metal. It was heavily armed and guarded as well. A wide spire made of red metal reached up to the heavens. It was obviously a guard tower of some kind.
"Is that the Red Alloy?", Miranda asked beside her in astonishment.
"The one and only. Except no substitutions. It's not that shit the Salarians throw together in a laboratory. This is the Urdnot Redoubt. The Quarians call it the Red Keep. But that's far too fucking poetic for my tastes."
"I like that name.", Nova said thoughtfully.
"As do I.", Miranda agreed.
Nova couldn't see Wrex's face but she could feel him roll his eyes. He grunted, "Which proves my damn point. You would like it, being women and all. Like I said, it's far too fucking poetic."
The Red Alloy. There was no other name for it. It was metal made of iron and another metal that gave it its red color. The metal mixture was not man made, but created by nature. It was discovered thousands of years ago in Citadel space and was quickly deemed one of the hardest metals to date. It was extremely rare and as such it was highly expensive to acquire. However that alone was not what astounded Nova.
How had they crafted the metal? It was unheard of to use the Red Alloy in such massive quantities and so very precisely. The hardest metal in existence was not without its flaws. It was nearly impossible to cut, shape and mold. So the metal that had been deemed the most astounding mineral find in centuries was equally the most useless. The Salarians had made a substitution of the metal with similar components, making a version that was easier to work with. However it paled in comparison to the real thing.
Wrex's ship flew over the Urdnot Redoubt and Nova could vaguely make out various Krogan on the silver metal landing pad. It was clearly made to contrast the red metal to make it easily seen from the air.
The small ship shook lightly as it landed on the pad and Wrex fiddled with the controls to release the door hatch. Wreav and Verren walked out of the hatch, leaving her and Miranda on the main deck behind Wrex.
The Krogan leader then stood up and walked around the pilot's chair. Nova felt a small hand similar to her own grip her right hand; a feeling of soft leather accompanying the touch. She looked in its direction and Miranda's soft brown eyes stared back at her. Nova had forgotten she was there since she was lost in own thoughts. Her brown eyes searched her own; they were filled with worry and uncertainty. And Nova could not deny a queasy feeling had crept over her as well, one she could not deny. Nova looked back to the space ship window; she recognized two Krogan Clan Leaders when she had visited old Tuchanka three years ago. How were they here? It was obvious they were in the outer territories, but how had they accomplished so much so quickly?
Rough red and black hands grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. Wrex peered down at her; there was no urgency in his face, "Come out when you're ready. Don't be long."
"My things.", Nova said. It was all she could muster in her shock.
"Don't worry about them. They'll make it to our quarters safely. If they don't, the ones responsible will answer to me. And trust me; no one wants to answer to me ever."
He then dropped his hands and walked out of the ship, leaving her there. Heavy steps clanged on the metal stairs outside the door hatch and suddenly six Krogans swarmed the ship. The large reptilian men retreated toward the back of the ship and toward the cargo hold. Miranda shook her hand causing her arm to wave, making her come back to life.
"Sorry, I'm ready to go if you are.", Nova said.
Miranda merely nodded in response. Nova took a deep breath and walked to the metal stairs. The Krogan parted to let them off and she had no choice but to separate from Miranda to ascend the stairs. They were far too narrow for two people.
The first thing Nova noticed was the heat! Gods it was hot here. She suddenly realized what a disadvantage she was in wearing the attire she had on. In her haste to get the main deck, she hadn't put on any shoes and the smooth metal landing pad burned the bottom of her feet just slightly.
She still had on black heavy pants and the white camisole she had slept in. She wished she had worn something less revealing and shorts for the heat. However she had no idea she would wind up here, so the fault was not her own.
Miranda came up beside her, "Gods, this heat Shepard!"
"You're not kidding. I was just thinking that myself. You must feel like you're going to melt in that leather suit."
"Actually no. It's a Ceberus suit so it's insulated and designed to withstand heat like this."
Nova sucked her teeth, "Then why are you whining?"
Miranda steeled her voice, "I'm not whining. Just commenting. Besides although it does withstand heat, I can still feel it you know. It doesn't have a cooling unit that's all."
"I know that Miranda. I'm not an idiot. It was built for space travel and last time I checked space wasn't sweltering hot."
Nova cupped her hand and brought it over her eyes to shade them. She squinted and surveyed the land around them. Birds of all different colors flew around freely among the green and blue trees that could be seen in the distance. The Urdnot Redoubt seemed to be the only redoubt made of the Red Alloy.
"This place reminds me of Virmire."
Miranda laughed a little, "You know I was just about to say that."
"Great minds think alike. Come on let's see what's going on with Wrex."
"I think we know some of those Clan Leaders. From missions on Tuchanka. Well old Tuchanka now. How do you suppose they did all this?"
"Let's find out. Follow me.", Nova said.
Nova walked over to Wrex who was standing with Wreav and Verren, talking to the two Clan Leaders. Suddenly, five more Krogans walked up some stairs off the landing pad. Nova assumed they were Clan Leaders by the amount of Krogan guards following each one. She also recognized The Shaman right away.
The Shaman said, "Welcome Khahan. Everything went according to plan I hope."
"Couldn't have gone any better."
"I wish you would have allowed someone else to go. The grunts are getting restless."
Wrex snorted, "There's plenty to do around here. Tell them to pick a fucking task and get to it. Besides if I went, it ensured there wouldn't be any fuck ups. And I found some surprises on the way." When he said the last sentence, he looked over at Nova.
Nova looked to the Clan leaders who were staring everywhere but her face. She looked down and it became clear why they were leering.
She realized she was always in armor when she went to Tuchanka; on a more important note she always bound her breasts down with her medical tape to make them fit in the small suppressing iron cups in her armor.
She could have had some armor specially made, but she didn't need people knowing how big they were. Even in armor twenty four seven, men undressed women with their eyes easily, whether they were wearing armor, a dress or a burlap sack.
But she wasn't prepared to come here and she had grown far too comfortable with the Krogans on the ship. She hadn't even thought to bind them up. But now she wished she had, it would have helped avoid an awkward moment like this one.
Her heavy breasts were tight against the satiny fabric of the camisole and the outline of her nipples slightly visible. The thin material was almost see-through. Since she had been sleeping in it, she wore no bra. The top of the camisole had white lace lining the top of the garment and the cleavage of her high yet massive breasts could be seen.
Nova threw two arms over her breasts, managing to cover her large chest barely with both arms. "Put your eyes back in your heads! I don't belong to you or have you forgotten."
Nova didn't like the idea of belonging to anyone, but in all honesty when it came to females it was the only language Krogan understood. Females were a commodity and not ogling a female out of rudeness assuredly didn't exist.
She moved her eyes from the Clan leaders to the Shaman who hurriedly looked up at her face, pretending as if he was looking at her face while her gaze was averted. Right like she would fall that. Men, she said with a loud sigh inside her head.
"Shaman, you're still keeping everyone in line I see.", Nova said.
"As always. Welcome Commander Shepard. (He looked toward Miranda) And you too, Miranda Lawson." Miranda only crossed her arms and nodded quietly.
"She's a Khahana now. Well soon to be.", Wrex informed everyone.
The Shaman looked surprised, "Shepard as your female I would understand. But Khahana? Given everything she's done Khahan such a title for her would difficult to accept."
It was a vague statement of disagreement and opposition. Wrex was about to answer, when Nova butted in. Regardless of how she felt and what kind of emotional trials she had been through she knew Krogan like the back of her hand and she couldn't let the Shaman get away with his comment. The Krogan clan leaders would never respect her after that if she did.
"Have you no respect Shaman?!"
"What?", he growled.
"You heard me. Your Khahan has spoken and I don't remember him asking you for a vote. When he wants your opinion he'll ask for it."
"I hardly think you're in a position to call the shots Commander. Given what you've done! Or more so what you took part in!"
That really pissed her off; this Krogan had a lot of nerve! First he's staring at her tits and now he was telling her she wasn't worthy to Khahana? She knew very well what he was referring to and she refused to allow him to throw that it in her face.
She felt guilty enough about it but she couldn't cry, even if she wanted to. Krogan didn't respect tears or apologies or even acknowledgement of guilt. She could play the hand about her child being the continuation of the Krogan civilization, but quickly decided against it. She didn't want to tell the Clan Leaders of her pregnancy in case Wrex hadn't disclosed the news about human females. How should she go about this?
Nova gritted her teeth and yelled, "I will state this once and only once. What happened on Tuchanka happened without my knowledge! (Nova stretched her arms out and motioned to all the Clan Leaders in front of her) I would never take part in such genocide. There will be those of you who refuse to believe me and that's your own affair. I'm here because I want to be and because I want to help start anew. And who better to do so than a female who led the largest army in Citadel history. Who has destroyed the Reapers. I'm not here just to be his female, to fuck whenever he likes. He has seen fit to make me Khahana and if any of you think your Khahan has made a mistake, then you are blatantly challenging him. So which one of you is first?!"
No one made a move. And the Shaman's hard reptilian face regarded her coldly, his bright amber eyes burning through her soul and then he looked over to Wrex's stern expression. The Shaman had clearly been outclassed by her and Wrex had made his decision. He knew better than to argue with the attractive human female, his Khahan would avidly defend her.
The Shaman then nodded slightly to her, "Of course Commander. However it's proper that we acknowledge you as Commander until you are made Khahana."
Nova put her hands on her hips, "I have no objections to that. Now who are these Clan Leaders here. I recognize Warlord Ravanor Tusk and Quash Hurgott from a few missions to Tuchanka. However everyone else is unknown to me."
Shaman started the introductions, "This is Clan Leaders Drau "Ruzad" Sorze, Ganar Torque, Hailot Wrund, Forsan Trum and Khel Burrum."
The Clan Leaders greeted her properly including the Clan Leaders they already knew. Nova was slightly confused; she thought Wrex's people had abandoned him based upon his story. However she still recovered and asked, "The Ruzad?"
"In your tongue it simply translates to the Judge. He is responsible for presiding over Clan matters according to Krogan law.", the Shaman said.
Nova quirked an eyebrow, she wasn't even aware Krogans had a complex legal system of that nature. But after what she had seen, anything was possible. She was willing to completely forgo everything she thought she knew about Krogan to be fact. Besides the books about Krogan weren't even written by Krogan so how accurate could they be.
"Clan Ganar. Any relation to Ganar Wrang?", Nova asked loudly.
"He was my father.", Ganar Torque replied flatly.
Nova nodded, it made sense. The green and orange Krogan was obviously younger than the other Clan Leaders in appearance, but looked very much like Wrang himself. However compared to the other clan leaders, he was shorter and smaller in stature and his skin was not a thick, raised, and weather beaten. Ganar Torque's scars paled in comparison to the more seasoned, veteran Krogans he stood beside.
"Your father is an admirable warrior. I met him on the Citadel years ago when I needed his aid on a mission. He's a tough as nails and thinks of returning to his Clan daily. You look very much alike."
Ganar Torque puffed his chest out a little as he looked her over. What the Commander had said was true; his father was all of those things. Although he always thought his father's exile was harsher than necessary, he was still a criminal until the Ruzad decreed him otherwise under the ruling of the Khahan.
The youngest clan leader hardened his gaze, "Ganar Wrang and I are nothing alike. He is a criminal and female beater. So don't lump me with the exiled even if they are my blood. He will only be fit to call father when it's decided by law that his debt his paid and he is allowed to return to his Clan. Not before Commander Shepard." Nova didn't know what to say to that. Apparently she hit a serious sore spot in the boy.
Then Wrex gave the Clan Leaders a hard stare and interrupted the tense moment, "Alright, stop ogling my female before I stop being generous. Shaman did you contact the Batarians?"
The Shaman turned to Wrex, "Yes Khahan. And they dropped off the shipment yesterday. You arrived just on time. They said your request was a little late notice, but they would get done."
Wrex slapped the Shaman on the shoulder, "Good. I knew if anyone could it, it would them."
Nova narrowed her eyes; what did the Batarians have to do with this? She a mental note to ask about it later. Wrex had better make good on that promise to fill her in.
"Now come. We have much to discuss and my female needs clothing more suited to weather. Did you inform the girls and the medical team of our arrival?"
"Of course Khahan. They have been awaiting the arrival of you and the females as directed."
Wrex instructed everyone to follow him and the Shaman witnessed one of the Krogan unloading the ship drop a crate on landing pad carelessly behind the Krogan Leader. The Shaman began to shout at the Krogan to be more careful with the crates or Wrex would have their quads before he followed his Khahan off the landing pad.
There were four Krogans standing guard in new Geth armor and pulse rifles at the Urdnot Redoubt; two guards on each side. They were punching each other and hurling joking insults at one another, but when they saw Urdnot Wrex approach they straightened their postures immediately.
"Look alive you fucking runts. What do I pay you for if you're not standing at attention? That's why I put you at this fucking door. Can't trust you with much else."
All four slammed their right fist over their armored chests hard and said in unison, "Yes Khahan."
Wrex shook his head, "Good for nothing whelps. " Wrex walked up the large red double doors of the Urdnot Redoubt.
Nova watched from behind him as one of the guards entered a sequence code and the doors slide open to the left and right. When she walked into the Urdnot Redoubt, she hadn't felt so much awe since the Ardat-Yakshi monastery on Lessus. It was strangely beautiful for a Krogan structure and primitive all at once.
The entire foyer was made of the Red Alloy and it was cool inside the building despite the heat outside. It could be due to a cooling unit, but Nova didn't feel any air from the vents located near her feet. The red foyer had high vaulted ceilings and the only windows in the foyer were located close to edge of the ceilings.
Sun light beamed in and highlighted the red metal walls while the foyer itself was brightly lit by lights built into the ceiling. There were six elevators in the foyer; five had silver metal doors while only one had doors made of the Red Alloy. The elevator made of the Red Alloy was large, isolated and heavily guarded.
A large black insignia of the Urdnot Clan stood out against the red metal floor beneath her bare feet. Although it was large like monastery on Lessus, it did not have any of the decoration, plants or floor to ceiling windows. It was unsurprising to Nova, Krogan were simplistic and battle strategic. Having floor to ceiling windows might be aesthetically pleasing, but left you wide open for attack. What good was a Redoubt built to withstand 10 Geth Cannons if enemies could enter your fortress by smashing a window?
There were two petite human girls standing in the middle of the foyer and they rushed to meet Wrex. They were wearing beige dresses made of a light airy chiffon material with a plunging neckline. The dresses ended just above the ankles, showing off brown sandals.
Their perky breasts bounced as they trotted over and they bowed low at their waist to Wrex; Nova could see their breasts nearly slide out of the confines of their low cut dresses when they bowed. They both had straight midnight black hair, but one had cinnamon brown skin and hazel eyes while the other had green eyes and porcelain white skin.
They ended their bow and said, "Welcome home Khahan! We're so happy to have you back. ", the one with cinnamon skin asked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah.", Wrex said gruffly as he walked around them. They turned around to trail after him.
"Would you like to review the new stock?", the porcelain skinned one asked to Wrex's back. Wrex walked toward the elevator and stopped.
"There is time for that later."
He then turned around and pointed to her and the girls who Nova assumed were servants or slaves followed the direction he was pointing with their gaze.
"Do you see her? This is Commander Nova Shepard. She's going to Khahana very soon and I want you treat her with the upmost respect. You're at her beck and call understand?"
The girls both nodded. Wrex dropped his hand and continued, "Now you are to take her upstairs to Khahan's quarters and get her properly attired. After that, you're going to make sure she gets to her appointment."
The girls nodded again and Nova spoke up, "What appointment?"
"Don't look so worried; it's a doctor's appointment.", Wrex replied.
"Now Come.", Wrex yelled and waved his arm for all to follow him.
When they got to elevator made of the Red Alloy, Wrex gave a brief retinal scan and finger print swipe to open the doors to give them clearance. Everyone including Nova, Wreav, Miranda, the Clan leaders, and the Shaman piled in.
The two beautiful servant girls stood back with Verren and the rest of the Clan Leaders guards, ready to take the elevator with the rest of the underlings after they got off. When the doors began to close Wrex leaned forward and slammed his massive hands on the edges of the doors, forcing them to open.
"What are you doing?!", Wrex yelled.
Everyone started sweating and looking around, wondering who was to blame.
"You two. How the hell do you expect to show my Khahana where my quarters are if you're down here?!"
The two girls jumped at his words and rushed to squish into the elevator, voicing their apologies loudly.
"As dumb as you look.", Nova heard Wrex mutter under his breath as the doors finally closed and the elevator began to move.
Nova glared at Wrex, "Isn't that a bit harsh? Maybe they weren't thinking."
Wrex looked over at her and said, "Yeah, that's their problem, they don't think! Now stop second guessing me in front of my men!"
Nova got quiet and looked away; she understood what Wrex meant all too well. Being a Commander, she understood what it was like to have people challenge you when you were disciplining. It made others second guess you and that wasn't her intention. She had to be mindful of where she was.
Nova had lost Miranda in the crowd of the Krogan and got to her tippy toes to look for her. She had no success. While flat on her feet she could only see rough burly biceps and on her tippy toes her view was further obscured by wide Krogan shoulders.
"Miranda", she called.
"Over here", she called back.
Miranda was on the other side of the elevator so she gave up and began watching the numbers as they climbed steadily higher; 15, 16, 17, 18 and suddenly the elevator stopped at the 18th floor. Wrex, the Clan leaders, and the Shaman poured out the elevator and all Nova could see was a long red hallway packed with Krogan guards.
Nova tried to step out but one of the servants grabbed her arm gently, "Forgive me for touching you Mistress. But this isn't your floor. Your floor is the top one, 20."
Nova stopped and the doors shut. "Don't call me that."
"What mistress?"
"Don't call me mistress. Commander Shepard will do just fine."
The elevator got quiet and then they said, "Yes Commander Shepard."
The elevator moved to the 19th floor quickly and Wreav grabbed Miranda by the arm and pulled her off. Wreav said, "This is our floor. Come on Miranda."
Miranda tried to pull her arm back from Wreav's grasp, "No. I want to stay with Shepard."
Wreav used even more strength, making Miranda stumble slightly, "You'll see her later. You don't get it. This is your home now and she's only one floor above you. Now stop being difficult!"
"Fuck you Wreav. I told you to stop talking to me like that!"
And with that, Nova watched Miranda step off the elevator with her arm still in Wreav's grasp. "Let me go!", Miranda yelled and Nova watched Wreav loosened his grip on her, causing her to fall forward. The last thing Nova heard was Miranda cursing Wreav before the door slid shut.
It was strange being alone on the elevator with the two servant girls who were standing side by side. They were facing her, on the other side of the elevator as if they didn't want to get too close to her.
"What are your names?"
They both bowed to her slightly at the waist and the servant with cinnamon colored skin said, "I'm Raina."
The pale servant girl did the same and said, "I'm Miriah."
"Where are you from?"
They both quirked their eyebrows at her, "From Mistr- I mean Commander Shepard?"
Nova crossed her arms and gave them a quizzical expression, "Yes. Where are you from? Where were you born? What planet are you from?"
"Ohhhh forgive us for misunderstanding. We were born on Fleet.", Miriah said.
Nova wrinkled her nose in disgust, what a piece of garbage planet. It was more a port for mercenaries who traded women and weapons than an inhabitable world. She remembered years ago when she needed fuel from there. It was so seedy she told her crew to gas up so they could get the hell out of there. Joker even made a joke about how everyone was sizing up their security. And it would have been funny if it weren't the truth. Although it would be fatal mistake for anyone to try and rob the Normandy, it still didn't mean there wouldn't be casualties on both sides. Fleet didn't harbor your run of the mill mercs.
"I wasn't aware there were any humans on Fleet. Its Blood Pack controlled; only Vorcha and Krogan from what I've seen."
"There aren't Commander Shepard. We were bred there."
"Bred on Fleet?! What do you mean?"
"Our mothers were slaves and they were bred by Batarians to make more human slaves. We were sex slaves."
The door the elevator opened, but Nova didn't notice. The girls just stood there and when Nova didn't make a move they said, "We need to get off Commander Shepard. The others are waiting on the bottom floor."
Nova realized they were waiting for her to get off first as a sign of respect. When the tanned Commander stepped off the elevator, she found herself in a heavily guarded short hallway. It was made of red metal and two large round windows to her left. Only one door was at the end of the hallway.
The slave girls followed her out and then moved ahead of her to provide direction. Nova followed them down the hall, "If you're sex slaves why are you here?"
"So the Khahan can use us. However, he sent word ahead a month ago to begin preparing for your arrival. I think he means to give us to you.", Raina said.
"For what?"
"To look after you of course and meet your needs, whatever they may be. Do you not like girls Commander Shepard?"
Nova blushed a little, what a personal question. Had Wrex told them about Liara? "I…well. Do you two?"
Raina and Miriah giggled, "Of course Commander Shepard. We've been taught to like girls. We've been with lots over the years. The Khahan likes to watch us together regularly."
Nova's eyes widened, she wasn't sure how she felt about that. She watched Raina and Miriah's butt move as they walked. Their asses were tight and round, it was unsurprising they would catch Wrex's interest. They were good looking and after all these years she didn't expect Wrex to not have sex, but did he still intend to sleep with those girls with her here? She had to have a talk with him about that. She didn't mind having women with Wrex but alone she was unsure. Miriah turned around with a pretty smile plastered on her pale face.
"We're here Commander Shepard."
Raina's dainty hands entered a sequence code and the doors slid open, letting them inside. "What code was that?", Nova asked.
"Everyone gets their own separate code. No sharing says the Khahan. Not sure why though. I'm sure he'll give you your own Commander Shepard."
Nova knew why, it was the same on the Normandy and the Citadel in some restricted areas. It told anyone who looked in the database who was going where and what time they demanded access. Another security protocol.
"We need to get you properly dressed. Your doctor's appointment is soon."
"How soon?"
"Well you're being awaited.", Raina said. Nova sighed, she wondered if this was about her pregnancy.

Elsewhere in Citadel Space
Jack had her booted feet propped up a desk while she lazily lie back in cold leather chair. She stretched her arms nearly causing her pink nipples to slip out of her black leather vest. But before anyone could get a peek, she folded her arms behind her perfectly shaved head.
A Volus stood behind the desk, breathing heavily in his mask. However his rhythmic heavy breaths could not hide the shake in his voice, "That's my desk."
Jack's brown eyes shot him a murderous glare and a cruel smile curled up on her full sexy lips. She spoke deathly calm, "Do you think I'm fucking stupid. I KNOW whose desk it is. I just don't give a shit, Delegate V'tolea."
The Volus Delegate trembled, "I've done what you've asked. It's all there. Every file I could find."
"And was there any recourse?"
"No. The Citadel brought no charges or investigation of any kind against the Salarians. It's like the genocide didn't even happen according to their books."
Jack narrowed her eyes,"Impossible. I was there. I saw it!"
"The records of Urdnot Wrex contacting the Citadel are there and then there were restricted files that were specially encrypted. It took us weeks to open without Citadel clearance, but there are recordings of Urdnot Wrex's conversations with the Citadel personal. However it stops there. No investigations, no inquiries, nothing. There is a small segment where the Salarians were asked about their involvement with a biological weapon and the Genophage cure but it simply states they deny all claims."
"Any evidence that the Citadel tried to pursue other options?"
"None on record."
Jack looked up at the ceiling and flexed the back of the chair back and forth, "So not only did the Citadel keep it quiet, they were sitting on it. Like they didn't even want anyone to know. Any ideas why?"
"No. I wish I had more but there isn't anything. No death tolls, no death counts, nothing." Jack sighed and stood up and started to walk towards the door. She had her men waiting outside and couldn't help but feel this was a complete and utter fucking waste of time. It only proved the Citadel Council were self-serving pricks which she always knew.
"You will tell Urdnot Wrex I cooperated. I'm safe aren't I?", Delegate V'tolea sniveled.
Jack stopped and didn't even bother to turn around, "As long as you keep your mouth shut, I'll make sure he knows you've been a good boy."
Delegate V'tolea gulped, "And the mercenaries? You'll tell them I'm in. We're all in this together."
"I wouldn't get ahead of myself Volus.", Jack sneered and she walked out.
They were not on the Volus homeworld, but definitely on a ritzier part of Citadel Space. Even in face of bankruptcy, bureaucrats always found a way to live it up. It disgusted her to no end. However the Volus had a right to be worried.
C-Sec could never squash the crime syndicates no matter how hard they tried. The best they could do was try to contain it, which most of the time they failed miserably. The Blood Pack, the Eclipse, and the Blue Suns had largely been unified as they fought together during the Reaper Wars.
Wrex had given her the delicious task of regulating them all since all their leaders now reported directly to her. Not one thing happened in Citadel Space without her knowing. Apart of her hated being so high up on the food chain, she dished out more orders than pain these days. It wasn't really her style, but at least she could have all the money, women and excitement she wanted. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling in the hallway. It was dirty job but someone had to do it.
Wrex had his hands in everything, yet he couldn't be openly traced to anything. She didn't mind breaking a few rich cocksuckers limbs while he focused on his alliances and his breeding. The old man deserved it after all the shit he had been through. Jack smirked; making the mercs she had brought sweat uneasily.
If only the Citadel knew that every mercenary group was watching them. Waiting. When the time came they would have nowhere to run or hide.
The beautiful woman with shaved head and tattoos grinned and said aloud, "No way I'm going to fucking miss that."
The lone comment would have confused anyone else, but Jack's men knew she talked to herself often. Usually she was thinking something depraved, so they knew better than to ask.
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