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"It's monstrous." She said softly.

I nodded.

"I'm sorry you had to see this. But... The Council needs proof. I can't rely on visions that only I see."

Tevos nodded. The recording flashed and started from the very beginning: a booming shot and the howl-roar of the starting Nazara.

"Where was this recording made?"

"Eden Prime." I replied.

"Counselor Tevos, do you recognize this ship?" Sparatus asked dryly.

Tevos shuddered all over.

"Unfortunately... yes. The Reaper." The Asari shivered. "Sparatus... this... Terrifying! Words cannot convey the nightmare that I saw! The spectr described the death scenes, but it turned out to be seen... The Asari's voice trailed off. I can't describe it. It's impossible to describe in words, Sparatus! It must be seen! Then... I'll show you!"

The Turian nodded, thoughtfully shifting his gaze from the agitated Tevos to Nihlus and me.

Irene's Specter believes that we will soon be attacked by these Reapers.

"Seeing this," the blue palm pointed at the Sovereing, "I can't deny that... total. But why is he alone?

"This is the observer." I said calmly. "You didn't see everything, Counselor. "That was just it... beginning. Unfortunately, you cut off the connection before I showed up... other."

Tevos shuddered all over and shivered, correctly understanding my tone.

"Go ahead." She quickly pulled herself together! "I believe the Sovereing is our overseer, overseeing the development of civilization. Before their death, the Protheans were able to reprogram the Guardians, and now the Citadel does not respond to the Reaper's remote commands. Otherwise... The harvest would have already begun."

"What does the Citadel have to do with it?" Sparatus stopped abruptly.

"The Citadel and the repeaters were built by the Reapers. This is a trap for young civilizations to develop in a way that suits them. And the main thing is that we don't create our own unique ways of interstellar travel. After the death of the Protheans, the Citadel and the repeaters were restored. Councilor Tevos saw how Feros's repeater was destroyed, for example. But now it's completely intact!

Tevos nodded. It is very convenient to destroy us, because ALL our colonies and central worlds are located next to the repeater. Turn off the network, and we're helpless! We won't even be able to come to our other world for help! And the Reapers don't need to look for us."

Oh, how the rage flared up! Sparatus must have the imagination to imagine such a war.

Are the Reapers capable of this?

"Yes. The citadel is the control cell of the repeater system." She is also a colossal repeater that was supposed to open the way for other Reapers to our Galaxy. I find it difficult to answer why Saren is looking for the Channel, since it is a monument to the repeater in the Presidium. And yes, it is fully functional. Do you understand HOW that sounds?

Sparatus rasped.

"How... The apocalypse?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Counselor, I'm at a loss and don't know what to do with this information.

If it becomes public, panic cannot be avoided, as well as the appearance of strange religions, sects and other things... an outrage. Something else is worse. I have absolutely no idea how we can escape. The only thought: build interstellar ark ships and... fly away wherever your eyes look. Only a miracle can save our worlds. But at least the race will survive. Somewhere. If you don't believe me, ask Advisor Tevos."

Tevos was dejectedly silent, her eyes downcast.

And this silence impressed Sparatus much more than all my words. I specifically chose the most terrifying and hopeless shots to impress her properly, and it seems like I overdid it a little. I haven't felt such despair and hopelessness for a long time.

"If at least some of the visions are true... Just a little bit... We have almost no chance." Asari whispered.

Sparatus shuddered.

"At the moment, the Sovereing has not yet managed to send a Call to his relatives. For this, I believe he needs a Channel. And he sent Saren to find him."

"We want to capture Saren and try to rid him of the Reaper's influence." Nihlus continued.

"A single Reaper is a strong opponent, but it is possible to destroy it or... capture."

"The Sovereing can give us the opportunity to create weapons capable of destroying people like him. It needs to be studied." I added. "And build new ships with new weapons!"

"We must be prepared for the arrival of SUCH an enemy!" Naylus pressed it.

The advisers exchanged glances and stared at our trio with some strange interest. And it doesn't matter that Liara tried to pretend to be part of the decor.

"Do you think this is possible?"

"There is always a chance. We have a lot to lose!" I shrugged my shoulders. "We must take any chance, even the most remote one!"

"Your evidence..." Tevos shrugged her shoulders, "they are quite convincing and reliable. Your conclusions have been approved." Tevos and Sparatus exchanged glances. "We will bring up all the research we know about an alternative way of interstellar travel. Your task becomes a priority."

"Find Saren and the Sovereing! Find out what the Reaper needs!" Tevos hesitated. "And try to get Saren's Spectre back."

"I could barely contain my sigh of relief. The way the counselor highlighted the word "Spectrum" gave hope that Asari understood what was shown correctly, and that Saren, this frostbitten liquidator, would have a chance to return to the ranks if we... I can fix his brain."

"Where are you going to go next?" Sparatus asked calmly.

"On Noveria." I replied. "We've heard some strange rumors, and we want to check them out. We'll buy supplies and leave. It's quite possible that we won't be returning to the Citadel anytime soon.

"Keep us informed. As soon as new information becomes available, we will send it to you. Councilor Tevos finally calmed down completely."

"Can we count on the fleet's support?" Nihlus suddenly asked.

"Yes," Sparatus said dryly. "But the responsibility will remain with you."

"Do you have anything else to tell us?" Tevos asked.

Nihlus and I shook our heads almost simultaneously. You're free to go. Already on the way out of the hall, I was hit in the back:

"Irene, hold on." Nihlus looked into my eyes with concern. I shook my head, gesturing that everything was fine. The Turian nodded slowly and disappeared through the door with Liara. And I returned to the hall and froze under the probing gaze of Councilor Tevos.

"Spectr, tell me... Are you a human?" Sparatus choked on his colleague's question and coughed. And I just smiled.

"No, Counselor. I am a metamorph. But one of my parents was human."

"Are you a half-breed?"

"No. Like the Asari, metamorphs are not half-breeds. I do not know who my parents were — I am an orphan. I consider myself to be somewhat of a human being, but if I wish, I can become a representative of any race, although it will take time for the complete restructuring of the body. Taking off my glove, I showed the stunned Turian and the Asari, who were looking at me with interest, a long curved black claw.

"Yours... Excuse me, does the Alliance know who you are?"

"Absolutely not." The councilors exchanged glances, and once again I saw that look of hungry cats looking at a delicious juicy piece of meat. Yes, yes, I absolutely don't mind you getting your hands on me! And yes, it is not necessary to give such a curious creature to the Alliance. I must have seen something like that flash across my face, as both advisers exchanged glances in unison, nodded to something, and I heard a sacramental:

"Dismissed, Irene SPECTR."

Chapter 14: Legal Day Off

After talking with the advisers, I absolutely did not want to return to the ship, but I did not have my own place on the Citadel. And I wanted to relax somehow, to get away from the current problems and the nightmare that will soon catch up with us and involve us in a bloody meat grinder. Geth, Sovereing, Collectors... May it all burn with a clear flame! For once, it was a free day, and there was no desire to spend it worrying and planning to save the galaxy. When I crawled out of Sparatus' house, I was greeted by two questioning looks. However, it only took a couple of seconds for Naylus to assess my condition, and the Turian simply suggested that we walk around the Citadel and... relax from the problems. Liara suddenly agreed, and we crept off at a leisurely pace. And they were looking towards the park and the lake. To say that we attracted attention is an understatement! Two heavily armed fighters: a Turian and a human, and a fragile young Asari maiden, silently walking with an easy stroll — an absolutely surreal sight! It's funny, even the SBC didn't slow us down. Either they recognized it in the face, or they just already knew that there were two Spectrums crawling around without any purpose. In the end, the stares finally got to us! Interestingly, Naylus couldn't stand it first.

"Sometimes you want to kill for such views." The thoughtful vibrating voice of the Turian pulled me out of my thoughts about the bastardism of the world and brought me back to sinful earth.

"Did you get it?" In response, a short nod.

"They shouldn't have worn the armor. I shrugged my shoulder. The armor sat like a native and was practically not felt, but it gave a soothing feeling of security." Although... I've already gotten used to it as a skin.

Liara sniffed and said softly: "You can change your clothes."

"Not into anything." I spread my hands. "And there's nowhere."

"You can come to my place." Liara and Naylus gave out simultaneously.

"May. But there's still nothing to change into. And I only have an Alliance uniform on the ship. There was something like pity in Liara's gaze. Sighing heavily, I frowned around at the sentients who were examining us with interest. I lived, damn it... They pity me for the fact that out of clothes there are five uniform sets of the same type and two armor sets. Yeah... But it's true, I can take away my wardrobe in one sitting. Not just the wardrobe, but EVERYTHING.

"And where do you live, Irene Spectr?" Liara asked quietly.

I stopped, looking at the blue-skinned girl strangely. But it's true. Where? My recipient has nothing of his own: childhood in an orphanage, military service immediately after coming of age without a single personal item in his pocket. Now it's the Normandy. Not with Irene Shepard, not with me in this Galaxy... Not at home. The entire property is an identification card and a bank account to which the salary is transferred. And... that's it. Something must have shown on my face, because Liara was embarrassed and whispered softly:

"Sorry..."

"I don't have a home." lowering my eyes, I looked at my hands, and for the first time in this world I felt... awkward. "No need to apologize for asking a perfectly normal question."

Liara was silent, gushing with confusion and something... astonishment. Naylus looked at me with a completely unreadable look. Yeah... And what to say? The theoretical savior of the galaxy is a bum... super simple. No stake, no yard, all the clothes will fit into a military backpack and two trunks. This is if the armor is packed.

"Why are you so surprised?" I chuckled. "A military man has his whole life in the barracks."

"But now you are not the military of the Alliance, but the Spectr of the Council." the low rasping voice caused quite reasonable concerns.

"The job is essentially the same." I waved it away. "So what are your plans, since you won't be able to take a quiet walk?"

"Go to the store to get clothes, change clothes and go for a QUIET walk!" Liara suddenly slapped him seriously.

"I'll change at home." The Turian shrugged his shoulders.

Azari grabbed me by the elbow and purposefully dragged me somewhere along the same type of corridors, and I... didn't mind. Nihlus seemed amused by the situation. I would even believe it if it weren't for the tight, heavy waves of far from bright emotions: anger, misunderstanding, rage, a strange determination that arouses quite legitimate suspicions. What's he up to?

Liara's gone wild! The girl perked up and for some reason took a sincere liking to me. However, it is not clear why all of a sudden! After dragging me into some obviously expensive store, the young Asari retreated with her tribeswoman to a corner, discussed something quietly, and quickly shook me out of my armor, leaving me in only a thin black leotard, more like a swimsuit. I don't understand!

An hour ago, she was timid about my status, but now, having discarded all conventions and hammered the bolt on subordination, officialdom and all ranks wholesale and retail, she shook and disposed of my carcass as... like an older sister who finds nothing but jeans and a stretched, moth-eaten sweater in her younger sister's wardrobe. The same for me, I found a live doll! My objections weren't even considered. No objections... They didn't even ask me! I didn't even try to resist, I just cast a longing glance at Nihlus, who was openly having fun, leaning back against the wall and watching the whole mess with interest. Having driven me onto some kind of pedestal, the ladies took my measurements and it began... Half an hour later, I howled:

"Liara! I need ONE suit to walk around the Citadel RIGHT NOW, not the whole wardrobe! We're leaving in two days! I wear either a uniform or armor on the ship! Liara waved it away. Nihlus laughed, and I felt my ears turn red. Scribe... the statutory colleague-colleague relationship began to crack even during our gatherings in the infirmary, beginning to be covered with a touch of friendship and common mystery, and now... However, one friend is better than a hundred colleagues...

A call signal came to my drone, as well as to the Nihlus one, but they did not give me an answer.

"Are you done?" A rumbling voice full of mirth rang out. "Yes, we're going to have a rest. Seriously. Follow my bearing."

HOLY SHIT!

"Garrus?" I asked resignedly.

Nihlus grinned and nodded. I groaned softly.

"Liara, that's enough!" They waved me off again, and the blue beauties whispered about something. Vakarian managed to arrive VERY quickly and now both Turians were watching me being tormented by two cute Asari, twirling as they want and dressing up in whatever they want. When I was ready to take action from glancing at a powerful pistol of life-affirming black color, they mercifully released me and allowed me to put on my native armor. I got dressed and ran off to the merrily grinning Turians, shamefully hiding behind Nihlus broad armored back, and the Asari were whispering about something again. They only reached us:

"Where should I deliver it?"