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Assassination	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 21508 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1- Assassination

Human Alliance Commander and Citadel Council Spectre Jane Shepard stepped into Ambassador Udina’s office deep within the Embassy district of the Citadel, her combat armour freshly polished and her arsenal of weapons securely fastened against her back. She stepped into the Ambassador’s office, the artificial sunlight shining off the silver metallic hull of the Citadel, reflecting off of her fiery red hair. Ambassador Udina sat at his desk, his wrinkled features rising to meet her. “Come in Commander Shepard”
Shepard stepped forward, acknowledging Alliance Captain Anderson standing behind Udina’s desk. Udina motioned for Shepard to take the seat in front of the desk, she accepted it. “Shepard, I have called you here because we have a situation that requires your immediate attention”
Those words quickly sparked Shepard’s interest, never being one turn down a high-risk, on the fringes of the galaxy, likely to end up being suicide kind of mission. “So what is the situation?”
Anderson stepped forward. “As you know, Commander Shepard, the battle against Sovereign all but destroyed the Citadel fleet. But at the same time it left the Citadel races faith in the Council’s strength shaken. This shift of power can have massive political implications across the entire galaxy”
Shepard leant forward, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers, closing her eyes in silent contemplation. She looked up to face the Ambassador and Anderson. “Ambassador, I’m not a politician. Can you just break it down for me?” Always straight to the point, Anderson appreciated her bluntness; he was never one for politics himself.
“To put it bluntly, there are many criminal organisations, both here and in the Terminus Systems, who would welcome such political instability as a chance to expand their influence while the Galactic Community reels from the blow delivered by the Reapers”
Udina took over for him. “The Citadel Councillors have arranged talks in three days, in the hope that a show of solidity and commitment to the cause will stop some Citadel races from seceding from the Galactic Government. I cannot stress how important it is that these talks go ahead”
“We fear that at least one criminal organisation is going to make an attempt on the Council Members” Anderson spoke up.
“I do not have to stress to you the repercussions if such a plot were to be carried out on the Citadel itself” Udina growled.
“Can’t the talks be postponed until greater security can be organized, or arrange the talks at a different location?” Shepard’s military mind buzzed with dozens of contingency plans.
“Unfortunately no. The council cannot allow any show of weakness. These talks must go ahead as a public event if we want the full support of the other Council Races” Udina explained. “Altering the arrangements due to fear of assassinations would exaggerate the Councils weakened state, and force more political pressure against all who will stand beside them”
Shepard leant back in her chair, her weapons clanking against the back of the seat. “Okay. So what do you want from me?”

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“So that’s the plan” The holographic blueprints of the Council Chambers hung in the centre of the Normandy meeting room, the blue light of the hologram shimmering against the polished walls. “I will guard the Councillors during the proceedings” Shepard turned to face the Turian. “Garrus, as a former C-Sec officer, I am putting you in charge of monitoring of the cameras from C-Sec Academy” Garrus gave her a nod.
Shepard turned to the only other human occupant of the room. “Ash, I want you to walk amongst the crowd. If you see anyone with so much as a laser pointer, take him down”
Ash nodded in compliance. “Aye, Aye ma’am”
“Wrex-” Before she could finish Wrex spoke up for the first time since the briefing had started.
“No Way Shepard” He spoke bluntly.
The loose skin of the Krogans neck waved like ripples on a pond as he shook his head. This took her back a step, but Shepard quickly regained her composure. “Excuse me?”
Wrex rose to his full height, approaching Shepard he placed his large face mere inches from hers, his superior height allowing him to loom over her menacingly. But Shepard would not allow his size falter her. “The Krogan people were puppets of the Council once, but not this time. Shepard” With that last word Wrex stomped loudly out of the COM room.
No one dared to break the perpetual silence, except for Ash. “Commander, you cannot just let him storm off like that”
“Zip it Ash, let him go for now. We’ve got bigger things to worry about”
“Commander if I may…” Liara spoke up, her voice quiet and timid as usual. “I do not think you should blame Wrex for his behaviour” She shifted in her seat, as was her nervous habit. “After all it was the Citadel Council who contracted the Salarian’s into creating the genophage; it is understandable that he would still maintain a grudge”
“Don’t worry about Wrex, he’ll come around. For now though our top priority are the Council Members. You all know your assignments, time to carry them out” Jane Shepard took one last look across her crew. “Dismissed”

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Chora’s Den was one of the many places on the Citadel Wards where any man could come for a cheap drink, and if he had the spare credits, someone to share your motel bed with. During his life span Wrex had come to Choras for both on countless occasions. But mostly he came to Chora’s Den because it was a hive of people looking to hire a guy for the kind of no questions asked, pay up front job he did best.
Wrex sat at a table, watching the crowd as they passed by, paying no heed to the Asari dancers who appeared to be the centre of attention for every weak minded male in the club. Wrex just sat there, drink in hand, waiting for something to happen. And when that something finally emerged- “Piss off”
The cloaked figure standing before him did not falter or move. “Well that wouldn’t be very smart would it, considering I am here to offer you a job?”
Wrex did not look up to face him, staring aimlessly into the bright blue drink in his hand resting on the table. “Who said I was looking for a job?”
Wrexs mystery guest took the seat across from him. “No one actually. But your reputation forced me to seek you out”
Wrex was annoyed by this guy the first time he opened his mouth, now he was tired of him. Discreetly Wrex reached for the pistol hanging loosely at his belt. “If you were smart” Click. “You might notice that I have a Striker IX Pistol pointed at your stomach. Now unless you want to see exactly what your insides look like, I suggest you move on”
“Now that would not be the best decision for me or you” The visitor seemed unphased by the Krogans threat, instead reaching up and flicking his hood back over his head. “Seeing as I am here to offer you the one thing you have been searching for since the end of the Rachni War” Wrex recognized the idiot’s face instantly, because he had been chasing him across the galaxy for the past four weeks.
“Saren” The Turian’s matte grey skin moved to form a Turian smile.
“Urdnot Wrex” Saren repeated.
“I guess one bullet through the head doesn’t cut it with you. Tell me what’s to stop me putting another through that thick skull of yours?” Saren reached into his cloak pocket, removing a small vile of green liquid, placing it on the table between them. Wrex looked at the vile. “And this is?”
Saren smirked. “The cure for the genophage”
Wrex was taken aback, but he never let his finger stray from the trigger. “Shepard destroyed the cure on Virmire. I know, I was there”
“Not all of it. And all I ask in return for this is one small favour” Wrex’s expression turned to barely contained anger.
Wrex grunted “I try not to make a habit of working for people who have tried to me kill”
Saren smirked. “We are soldiers, Wrex. We fight on different sides, but we are both soldiers. All I ask in return for the cure, is the assassination of the Council members” Wrex was certainly taken aback, raising the pistolabove the table, but still keeping it aimed at Saren’s chest.
“I work with Shepard now. What’s to stop me from opening my COM link and telling her right now? I’m sure she would love too know you are not only alive, but here on the Citadel trying to recruit me against the Council”
Saren stood his ground. “Because I know that you hold no official ties to the Alliance or the Citadel, which makes you perfect for this assignment”
Wrex leaned forward, ensuring his point was made. “And what if I refuse?”
Saren reached for the vile, turning it over in his large reptilian hand. “Then you shall lose your only opportunity to save your species”
Wrex reached for the serum. “How do I know this works?”
“Take the sample, have it tested by an expert of your choosing” Saren leant back in his seat.
“I’m no scientist” Wrex said sternly.
“You do not have to be. The cure has already been designed. I can give you complete control of a secret manufacturing facility with an expert team ready to mass produce and distribute the cure across the entire Galaxy” Wrex was dumbstruck. After Virmire was nuked Wrex thought that the salvation of the Krogan race had been lost forever. But now here it had returned a second chance at redemption was presented before him. “Alright” Wrex accepted the vile. “I’m in”

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On the day of the Citadel Council talk’s security intensified tenfold. Shepard had distributed her team all across the Council Chamber, some operating as visual security in their armour, others moving amongst the crowd in disguises. Shepard and Tali would act as the Councillors personal guards, with Garrus in C-Sec control and Ashley and Liara silently walking amongst the crowd. Wrex was still cooling off somewhere on the other side of the station. Jane scanned the crowd, no immediate threats appeared, but then whoever would. When she past her vision over the balcony she noticed a glint of light which blinded her for a split second, forcing her to glance away. Shepard looked closer, it was one of the C-Sec Snipers positioned for security. Jane Shepard opened a COM link to Ashley “Ash anything to report?”
She looked out into the crowd, noticing Ashley in her dark armour placing her hand up to her ear. “Nothing here commander”
She opened another Channel. “Garrus do see anything on the cams?”
His reply came a few seconds later. “All clear Shepard. You are clear to deploy Fortune One”
“Roger. Everyone stay on guard Fortune One entering the Council Chambers” The three Council Members stepped out from the shadows onto the Dais, the large holographic representations of the councillors shining above their heads. A round of thunderous applause resonating off the high walls as the crowd sighted them and their speeches began.

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Wrex skulked silently along the balcony overlooking the council Chamber. Ahead of him was an Asari sniper, dressed in a fitting standard C-Sec uniform that exposed her taut stomach. The guard turned to face him, stepping forward with her arm outstretched to challenge the Krogan. “Sir. This areas resric-” She never got a chance to finish her words as Wrex landed a hard punch to her jaw with his gauntleted fist. The harsh and sudden impact forced the woman to the ground with sufficient force to ensure she that she would not being returning to active duty anytime soon, and when she did she was goanna have a severely bruised jaw. Wrex drew his Sniper Rifle from his back, the weapon unfolding to its full length. Wrex braced the rifle on the balcony for support, placing his large eye to the optical scope. The target appeared in the centre of the pulsing red crosshairs. “Nothing personal Shepard”. A sharp crack resonated through the room, everyone in the Citadel Council Chambers froze.

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Shepard looked out across the crowd, something was going to happen at any moment, her military instincts knew it. Something did not feel right about this situation, something in the air carried a sense of danger. Shepard mentally obscured the politicians scripted speech, she found it distracting. Then it struck her. Shepard glanced up the balcony again. The glint, the flash from the sniper rifle, it had disappeared. That could only mean- “Get down!”
Shepard charged towards the Council members. She heard the dull thump of the gunshot, it was too late. Shepard wrapped her arms tightly around the Asari Council member, her body become a dead weight armour around the fragile councillor, dragging her to the floor. Shepard looked out across the crowd, the Council Chambers were awash with colour and frantic movement as civilians scrambled to safety. But one stood out amongst the frenzied crowd- a. A cloaked figure surrounded by a kinetic barrier, the shield crackling with static as it repelled the energy round. The startled figure charged through the crowd, throwing their cloak loose in the flurry to reveal the grey, armoured skin of a Turian beneath it. Saren. The figure quickly began their desperate bid to escape before their mystery attacker could ready another shot. “Garrus. Saren’s alive! I am going after him”
Garrus responded through the COM link. “Negative Commander, get the Councillors to safety. I’ve got Saren”

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Garrus had watched the entire event unfold on the security monitors in the Citadel Security control room, watching the several real time video feeds unfurl before him. Garrus tore the earpiece from his ear, discarding the small device down on the console. Garrus charged of the control room with fury in his eyes, drawing his Assault Rifle from his back, clicking the safety off. He had a score to settle with this ‘dead’ Turian.

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Saren quickly forced his way through the packed streets of the Presidium, charging past innocent bystanders as he fought desperately to get clear of the area before the Shepard or Citadel Security could respond. “Citadel Security! Stop!” Saren heard a voice call out behind him.
Saren drew his pistol from his belt; pivoting around on his heel in one quick movement he raised his pistol to face his assailant. There stood that pathetic Turian officer Garrus Vakarian, one of Shepard’s lap dogs. Garrus held his pistol at arms length, the two stood frozen across the divide. A stalemate. “What is to stop me shooting you in the skull right now?” Saren spoke sternly.
“Knowing that I can do exactly the same to you” Garrus retaliated.
Saren’s avian lips curled into a sinister smirk. “We will see” Saren fired. Garrus launched to the side, dodging the bullet in midflight. As Garrus glided through the air he fired his weapon. The plasma bolt struck Saren’s weapon, throwing it out of his hand in a flurry of shattered scorched metal.
Saren snarled in primal anger, throwing his arms back and charging Garrus like a raging animal. Garrus fired his pistol into Saren’s chest, his weapon at held at arm’s length. A kinetic barrier emerged to successfully protect the former Spectre, the rounds bounced off the barrier, harmlessly singeing the ground beside him. Saren continued his charge unhindered. Garrus gripped his gun it both hands, firing blindly without concern for his aim. The shot’s went wide.
Saren slammed into Garrus hard, their combined dead weight dragging the both of them down onto the polished metal of the Presidium floor. Saren struck Garrus across the jaw with his armoured fist, Garrus retaliated with a hard punch into the side of Saren’s eye. Saren recoiled backwards from the blow, Garrus connecting his knee with Saren’s exposed stomach. Saren’s instinctively curled inwards to protect himself. The opening allowed Garrus to slam his forearm into Saren’s side, throwing him off of him and onto the hard deck. Garrus scrambled for his weapon, fumbling it in his gloved hands before rising to his feet, the barrel of the gun aimed cleanly into the centre of Saren’s forehead. Saren rolled onto his back, staring directly into the barrel of the weapon. “By the Authority of the Council and as an officer of the Citadel Security Force, Saren Arterius, you’re under arrest”
Saren smirked at Garrus’s veiled threats. “Your pathetic security shall never be able to hold me. I shall be free to exact my revenge on your pathetic organic hides before you even know I have escaped”
Garrus gripped his weapon tightly. “No, you won’t” He fired the pistol.

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Alliance Gunnery Chief Ashley Williams cautiously stepped onto the Presidium, scanning her assault rifle in front of her for any concealed threats. She found Garrus Vakarian standing over the corpse of the traitor Spectre Saren, Ashley allowed her rifle lower to her side. She stepped closer and stood behind him. “Garrus?”
The Turian’s reply was drowned out as Shepard’s voice dominated the radio frequency. “Garrus, the Councillors are secure. What happened to Saren?”
“He’s dead” Garrus closed the COM link, turning to Ashley. “Come on; let’s get back to the Normandy.

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Shepard stepped off of the elevator, entering the Normandy’s Vehicle Bay, inhabited solely by the MAKO and the armoured Krogan tank Wrex in his usual spot against the deck wall. She approached him. Wrex looked up from the deck to meet her gaze. “Wrex?”
“Shepard” He replied in his deep voice.
“Wrex, I just wanted to say thank you” Shepard stumbled out her reply.
Wrex’s gaze was unmoving, no hint of emotion. “For what?”
Shepard smiled. “I know it was you who found Saren in the Councillor Chambers”
Wrex shrugged his wide shoulders, his thick muscles rippling at the movement. “What makes you think it was me?”
“Just a thought” Shepard said casually, mimicking his signature movement.
Wrex stood to his full height, his dark shadow looming over Shepard. He loomed over his shorter, human counterpart, his large reptilian lips mere inches from Shepards face. “Next time, don’t let another one get so close. Cause I may not be there to save you again”
“Who says I’ll ever need saving?” Shepard asked.
“He could be so sweet sometimes” Shepard thought to herself. Wrex leant back against the wall. “Me, Shepard”
She cocked her head, smiling sweetly. This was the first time she had seen Wrex show any real emotion before. “Wrex”
“Shepard” Wrex spoke plainly.
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