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Chapter 1- Judge I watched her retreating form, trying to balance personal want and mission parameters with the concept of loyalty to a commanding officer that had been beaten into me since birth. So far, I'd been able to avoid lying to her outright about why I was really here. She had taken my presence on the Normandy at face value; had never questioned the situation she'd found me in on Omega. On some level, that in and of itself was strange, considering that no tactician was going to allow himself to be trapped in that building when he could have taken a tactical retreat to regroup. True, turian society drew a very fine line between tacti

Chapter 2 – Jury (Part 2 of 4) Life is full of unpleasant things, at the heart of it all, isn't it? Rapists, pedophiles, assassins, and slavers; all of which I'd destroyed in my time. Then there were murderers, thieves, gang-bangers, and bullies; all of which I'd been called in my time. Not many of those were alive long enough to repeat their statements, I'm afraid. As much as the Alliance tried to paint me as a hero, butcher probably was a much more accurate description when it came to Torfan, and I'd never denied it. Not once. Victory in battle was reserved for the strong; that was a belief I had always held dear. Honor was something

Chapter 3 - Executioner "So, do you want to pour the wine, or should I?" Her boots clacked against the tiles as she crossed the small floor. I never could have imagined what she'd look like out of uniform, to be honest, and even for that thief's mission she'd been in something that looked completely impractical. This outfit, however, a soft, grey material that clung in some places and flowed away in others, I had to admire. Not because of the figure it made her cut, but because in spite of the glaring lack of material I could see at least three weapons she was carrying hidden about her person. You know, maybe I should have followed through b