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Part 2: Suited and Booted
With the Reapers defeated in this section of the galaxy, the alliance with the krogan had finally given the desired advantage.
The quarterly ambassadorial events to strengthen the other race alliances were a necessary evil of the politicking as required an advisor to the Turian Primark.
But Garrus was still a soldier at heart.
And still a quiet vigilante. He cast a critical eye over his required clothing for the upcoming evening festivities, grimacing at the neck tie.
The Turian Primark had suggested – read ordered – him to attend tonight dressed in honour of the human delegation. Some idea, seeing as how he had the longest time serving under one of them on the Normandy.
“It’ll be good to show how seriously we take the Alliance. What’s your view?” Primark Victus had nodded at him firmly at the last meeting that morning, striding into the data centre Garrus used as his workspace.
“One moment” Garrus’ hands flew over the console “just completing my…calibrations”
“I don’t think it will matter” Garrus had eventually responded, not looking up from his holoscreen until the data cycle beeped its conclusion, confirming the slight improvement in weapons engagement from this data run.
He looked up, head canted to the side in undisguised defeat. “but I’ll do it. If you believe this is necessary, Primark. Remember, I’ve been C-Sec. I know how they think”
“Yes, Garrus. It is necessary. And whilst C-Sec always felt they had the last word, they’re content. In this case, they don’t” The Primark was getting to a point.
A creeping unease stole over Garrus
“So, although C-Sec headquarters aren’t looking over your shoulder they’ve negotiated something else with the Alliance”
“What is it?” Garrus kept the irritation out of his voice although his beligerant stance gave away his feelings
“Received this notification today.” The Primark’s aide handed the holo comm to Garrus.
“They’re sending out a C-Sec administrator to observe our next few delegate meetings. I’ve agreed that as a good idea. And assigned the C-Sec lackey to you.” The Primark had given him a good natured clap on the back of his bio suit as he strode out of Garrus’s data centre.
‘So. A vigilante, a renegade, dispenser of justice in an unjust galaxy. In a Turian tuxedo’ Garrus gave a mirthless laugh remembering how five years ago he had wished for war to be over, preparing to spend his life in comfortable companionship with Commander Shepard.
He smoothed his hand over the slight bulge in his lower torso, grimacing with the thoughts of the enhancements he had undertaken in hope of his happy mated future.
But that life had not been in the stars.
Shepard’s return to active duty and driving need to succeed had required a compromise on both sides, one he was prepared to make. But she was not. So they had parted ways, concluding their time as friends with benefits, but would always remain friends.
Her paired cyborgs assigned to her recovery had become her partners and formed the start of a new crew. They had soon become the loves of her life and he genuinely wished them the best.
Shaking his head at fond memories, Garrus brought himself back to the here and now. He grimaced ruefully again at himself in the mirror. His scars had faded but would always be there as a reminder of his vigilante period.
Handsome brute that he was he wore the faded scars on his chitin jaw, neck and cheek with confident pride. But Garrus felt his heart was just as scarred, with little chance of finding that female who would match him step for step in wor, life and, yes, even love.
He sighed, ‘Well I suppose evenings like this are the bad that come with this job.’
Tomorrow he would meet his work observer. Probably some snot nosed grunt related to one of the higher ups, he thought irritably. Well so long as they kept out of his way, they’d get along just fine.
That was tomorrow. But, tonight, tonight he was going to have some fun. Cut loose. Get back into the swing of things. Maybe challenge that feisty Turian technician on the Primark’s detail to a friendly combat round.
‘After all’ he muttered to himself smiling fondly at a past memory ‘I have reach. Let’s see about her flexibility’
He shifted again into a more comfortable position in his human fashion tailored white and black leather body suit, smoothed the skin tight gloves over his three fingered appendages and strode out of his quarters. The ubiquitous guard stood to attention and then fall in behind him as he strode to the shuttle.
“I’ll fly myself tonight boys” Garrus informed them as the glazed door and roof of the shuttle swung open. “Follow in the team shuttle. Just want to go over a few high security issues before we get there” It was a lame excuse and he knew it, but sometimes, just sometimes he needed a little alone time.
The detail saluted smartly but waited until he was seated and the shuttle had closed before they turned and jogged to the security shuttle that was already primed and waiting.
The Primark’s Mansion was a smaller replica of the Citadel, the central atrium and soaring walkways joining the large towers that enclosed the open air gardens , only recently repaired since the Reapers war on Palaven. Flying to level 795, Garrus turned and backed the shuttle into the reserved space for dignitaries and senior officials on the suspended walkway.
Walking into the well lit banqueting hall Garrus made his way to the knot of delegates surrounding the Primark, stopping to respond briefly to greetings and questions from other partygoers as he made his path through the throng.
“Primark Victus has started to order to repopulation and return our families to Palaven and has promoted me to Senior Advisor.” A smooth voice rose above the general hubbub of voices in the hall.
‘What’s that sink hole talking about now?’ Garrus muttered to himself as he joined the group. He shot a grimacing Platekh a glowering look before bowing slightly in greeting to the Primark
“Ah, there you are Garrus!” Primark Victus looked slightly relieved to see him.
“Was just telling these delegates that war is more my wheelhouse, not state functions, But we seem to have made a good fist of it tonight” Ptimark Victu looked round in satisfaction at the throng, the mech servers moving swiftly between the guests, ensuring no glass or snifter was left unfilled.
“And I was just thanking our Primark for the recent promotion” Platekh inclined his head, his eyes dancing in his chitin visage with undisguised delight.
Silvery chimes rang out, indicating mealtime for those bipedal species that wished to eat together as a group. Others species bowed in thanks, then shuffled away to carefully prepared alcoves, some into airlocked walkways that led to chambers filled with atmosphere more suited to their species. Or, in the case of the Quarian delegates, an atmosphere free, enviro-clean chamber.
“Garrus, just in time. I’d like you to accompany the human delegation. See if you can gain early Intel in this observation campaign C-Sec has thought up” The Primark spoke low, nodding over to the group just ahead of them.
Garrus nodded before striding away towards the group. His Turian’s hearing easily made out the gentle pitch of a human female voice. It floated over the sound of the eerily seductive music that filtered throughout the large banqueting hall. The voice was a low sexy drawl, confident, enticing.
Garrus noticed with appreciation her soft rounded checks, the sweep of brunette hair, noting it’s warm red undertones as it caressed her shoulders and the delicate elfin chin that set off her oval face.
One of the humans made a comment and her laugh rang out, a low chuckle, a glimpse of strong even teeth, framed by glossy, seductively pink lips. Minimal face paint. He appreciated that in a woman.
“Hmmm. This will be my pleasure” Garrus twitched his chitin jaw, straightened his tie and nudged Pratekh aside, angling himself into the seat next to the seductively voiced woman. Pratekh clicked his chitin jaws in annoyance, receiving a death glare from Garrus in response.
Laughing, Pratekh backed away, holding his hands up in mock defeat. He slid smoothly into the seat opposite at the nearest table.
Garrus sighed, turning back to the table.
This was going to be a looooong night.