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Shepard returns to the Citadel to reunite with friends.
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"Citadel Control, this is the Normandy. Requesting docking permission."
I was standing behind Joker on the flight deck as I just knew this might get awkward. And it didn't take long until it did.
"CSV Normandy. We have you flagged as a Cerberus vessel. We demand that you turn your vessel to the nearest relay and leave Council space immediately. Continuing on your current path will result in your vessel being stopped, boarded and all crew members arrested."
"Citadel Control, this is Commander Shepard. Council Spectre. Requesting permission to dock. Please pass a message to the Council that I wish to convene a meeting with them as soon as practically possible. I will also need to speak to any Alliance representatives currently on the Citadel in regard to my return." I waited until the line clicked off before continuing. "Joker, hold here for now. I'd rather not give them a reason to fire on us."
"Sure thing, Commander."
We waited for at least fifteen minutes before we heard back from them.
"Commander Shepard, this is Citadel Control. Docking permission is granted. Councillor Gromova has requested that you visit her first. Her private chambers are in the Citadel Tower. Alliance representatives will meet with you after you meet with the Council."
"Thank you, Citadel Control. Normandy out."
Joker had the
Normandy
docked a few minutes later. Well away from where we had docked the original ship, I can only assume they considered my new ship a civilian vessel. Gathering the crew around the galaxy map, I issued orders regarding leaving the ship though suggested that just like Omega, any crew to leave wear clothing without the Cerberus logo.
Although I was working alongside Cerberus, I had told Miranda that I didn't want to wear anything with their symbol. Given that I probably wasn't part of the Alliance any longer as I assumed I was written off as KIA, I was dressed in jeans, a shirt and a leather jacket. Even though the Citadel was considered safe, I still carried my pistol and shield pack.
I wandered by myself, ending up on the Presidium and I could feel myself smiling at the recovery. There were few signs of the attack two years previously. I had no idea what things were like on the Wards, but that was a good sign of progress. I wasn't recognised by anyone as I strolled on by. I rode the elevator to the private chambers of the Council. I walked past the hallway that would have led down towards Kira's private office and apartment. There was a holographic sign for Councillor Gromova and a human receptionist sat a desk outside. She looked up and greeted me with a smile.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Commander Shepard here to..."
Her jaw dropped and it looked like she'd seen a ghost. Well, to be honest, I was back from the dead. "I'll... I'll go and get her right away!"
I waited outside for her to reappear. She did within a minute, beckoning me in to follow her. There was a large waiting area with plush couches and places to make hot drinks and enjoy a snack, walking through another door into a large office overlooking the Presidium. Councillor Gromova was standing in front of her desk waiting for me.
"Thank you, Gloria. I think we'll be fine for now."
Councillor Gromova walked forward, offering her hand. "Thanks for agreeing to see me, Councillor."
"As soon as I got word that you were here, I knew a mountain of shit was about to start. I thought that I might as well get on the front foot. You're looking good for a dead man, Commander."
"Yeah. I'm already figuring that's going to be a problem."
"Just one of many. I'm going to be blunt. You're supposed to be dead. You've been gone for two years. And now you show up in command of a Cerberus vessel. It doesn't look good."
"I figured as much. All I can do is talk to you all and explain it as best as I can."
"Take a seat and tell me the basics to start with." She gestured towards a nearby lounge instead of sitting at her desk. There was already a pot of coffee and mugs waiting for us. After we'd made ourselves a drink, we leaned back and relaxed before she looked at me again. "Okay, explain the basics."
"Okay, I can share we both know. I was spaced over two years when an unidentified vessel attacked my ship. I don't suppose the Alliance ever figured out who did attack us?"
"No. They eventually wrote it off as a surprise geth attack."
"I doubt that. The weapon tore through our shields and armour like it was tissue paper. No geth vessel has weapons of that capability from what we do know about them."
"Pardon me for asking bluntly but how the hell are you here after that?"
"I haven't pinned down how I ended up in the hands of Cerberus, but they did receive my body and have spent the best part of two years and billions of credits putting me back together. Before you ask, I am still human. It was just cutting-edge technology that made sure that I'm here again."
"Okay, they put you back together. Why are you still working with them?"
"The Collectors are abducting human colonists."
That made her sit back and eventually sigh. "And I can only guess that the lack of response from the Council and Alliance means that Cerberus believe they have a right to interfere?"
"I'll leave any questions I have about that until I'm with all four of you. But you should know me by my reputation. I solve problems."