The Interim Councilor

“Good man, How are you handling yourself out there?”

"It's alright, I don't need the details, they're probably already on my desk anyway.  And just remember son, take some time for yourself, I still remember first contact,"  That was an eaggeration, he hadn't spent much time on the front lines, but he had his scars, visions of how he got them flashed across his eyes whenever they were closed, "war's hell."

“I’m surprised.  A great deal of my colleagues make a point of contributing to the arts.  You’d think they be devoting more effort to seeing the fruits of their funding.”

This isn’t a charity ball Councilor, nor is it opening night. The Arts District tends to be free of the upper echelon during ‘off hours’. 

"True, I suppose they care more about the appearances than the culture."

Call out my character's weaknesses, flaws, and mistakes.

“Sorry again about that.  I’ll keep your heads-up display advice in mind.  Alliance correct?”

"Good man, How are you handling yourself out there?"

“I’ll be sure to keep it in mind.  Now, is there something I can do for you?”

He shook his head. “Not really, Councilor, just had a bit of an awkwardly confused moment ‘cause of a radio headset. Try not to mind it much, huh?”

"Sorry again about that.  I'll keep your heads-up display advice in mind.  Alliance correct?"

I'd be surprised if I didn't, I'm asking people to part with their money, if there's one thing people here enjoy more than their delusions, it's their check books."

“The people on the Citadel haven’t experienced much of the effect of war. Or the necessary pains.  But I have plans to raise both funds and awareness.  How familiar are you with the second world war?”

She frowned. “Earth conflict in the mid-20th century, between the Allies and the Axis. The Holocaust, two atomic bombs, general warfare, ended with over 75 million dead. Why?”

"I'll be sure to keep it in mind.  Now, is there something I can do for you?"

“Could be better, but it helps that the giant death machines have provided a common enemy.  I doubt that we could have gotten half of these species to even consider talks without it.  I mean, Krogan?  Geth?  Rachni?”

“Imminent death tends to be a good motivator. Still, could work a little better. Or people could actually recognize it, either way.”

"The people on the Citadel haven't experienced much of the effect of war. Or the necessary pains.  But I have plans to raise both funds and awareness.  How familiar are you with the second world war?"

"Hmm... noted."  THe councilor was upset, but significantly less than he could have been, losing the assistance of the blue suns was a set back, but it meant that the agents he had employed wouldn't risk hindrance from organized competition, and a smooth job meant that they would be less likely to complain.

“Funding that army, making sure that the various species don’t rip each other apart from across the bargaining table.  You know, work.”

“Hm. How’s that going?”

"Could be better, but it helps that the giant death machines have provided a common enemy.  I doubt that we could have gotten half of these species to even consider talks without it.  I mean, Krogan?  Geth?  Rachni?"

"Fine.  I won't force your participation, and as long as you don't intend conflict, then you and the blue suns will not receive any from me."  The councilor lifted a second towel, using it to ensure he was completely dry.  "I believe our business is concluded, you can see yourself out." 

“Commander.”

“Commander Shepard.  What brings you to the Presidium?”

“Organizing an inter-species army. You?”

"Funding that army, making sure that the various species don't rip each other apart from across the bargaining table.  You know, work."

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“I haven’t begun preparing crews.  I’d rather not until I’m more sure of the viability of the Conduit.  If it can’t be redirected, then there’s no point, simply a waste of incredibly valuable resources.”

“I see…” She paused, “So… are you going to be testing it then? Seeing if it can actually be redirected to this new colony?” Avery asked, looking back at the councilor.

He leaned back into his seat, "There will be various steps.  First, I'll have the results confirmed by an independent science team, probably the crucible staff.   Then build the other relay on the planet and establish a base.  But the problem is that testing it will spill the beans.  We can't use it until we have to."