It
sounded strange to be having a shore leave in the middle of a war
with the Reapers, but with the Normandy in for refits they did not
have much choice. Tali'Zorah looked forward to it at least in spite
of the oddity, believing it a good chance to spend more time with
Shepard. Only... so far it has failed to meet her hopeful
expectations.
It
was not about the apartment. The place Anderson lent them was
absolutely splendid, spacious, and luxurious... except it could do
with a whole lot more male

The Purgatory bar, a place that never
even bother to think about sleeping. Especially not in this time of
war. Hard music beat against the reinforced walls of the Citadel
station relentlessly, like waves beating against distant shores.
Flashes of lights covered the whole place in more colors than any one
species could identify even with their naked eyes. And as always,
masses of people drank, talked and danced almost incessantly. There
was no shortage of entertainment. But in all of that space,

A hail of gunfire split the air apart, the target intended rolled over, succumbing to it's wounds.. silence settled over the immediate area, bar the occasional gunshot coming from further up ahead. The gunner, a young Quarian let out a frustrated sigh as she seperated an head sink from her rifle and replaced it with another one, one thing she did so often nowadays that she acted by pure muscle memory.
Tali'Zorah vas Neema surveyed the area slowly, trying to discern any kind of threat, she was le