#shokerr

It’s easy to forget the sheer scale of the Citadel when it’s a grocery run or a refueling station two or three times a week. But Marla had never been off Tuchanka, and even with the rebuilding efforts, Tuchanka was a far cry from the enormous spaceport. 

“These are just the wards. If we have time, perhaps we could visit the Citadel,” Nyanna suggested. 

“That’d be great! See the krogan statue, eat at a real cafe, take a dip in the pond-” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Alright, alright, no pond. But I seriously gotta see that statue.” 

“I’m sure we can arrange that.” 

Nyanna led the way through the wards using her omni-tool’s navigation software, half-listening to Marla as she raved about everything they passed. 

“This is the place.” Nyanna stopped in front of a door to an apartment. “Hopefully Roah will be able to help figure out why her son was attacked.” 

“I got this,” Marla stated, knocking heavily on the door, rattling the metal with the forceful gesture. 

After a few moments, the door slid open, and a very confused krogan stood in front of them. 

“Marla?” she asked, a smirk appearing. “The hell are you doin’ here? That bar finally fire ya’?” 

“Heh- came here on official business.” She gestures hastily towards Nyanna. “She’s a Justicar.” 

“Justicar?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What’s this about, Marla?” 

“Listen, Roah, I dunno a good way to tell ya so I’ll just say it. Grontt is dead. He was murdered. Justicar Nyanna is investigating it.” 

“Don’t tell me that shit, Marla!” Roah snapped, suddenly up in the other krogan’s face. “You know Grontt! He doesn’t get into any trouble, doesn’t have an enemy in the galaxy. Can’t believe you, tryin’ to feed me this bullshit-” 

“Listen, Ro! He’s fucking dead. Get it through your thick skull. Grontt. Is. Dead.”

Roah was shaking, though it was hard for Nyanna to tell if it was from grief or anger. 

It was anger, she decided, when Roah reeled back and headbutted Marla without a lick of restraint. Marla just barely remained standing. 

“Does that make you feel better, Ro? Deny the truth, get mad at me, I don’t care. But none of that will help us find who killed him.” 

The other krogan tensed, and Nyana was worried she would hit Marla again. 

“Damn it! Marla, how?” The krogan broke down, shaking, suddenly looking small as she stood in the doorway. “Thanks for comin’ to tell me, Mar. It’s... probably better that I heard it from you.” 

Marla rested her hand gently on her friend’s shoulder and slowly led the way inside. 

Nyanna was still somewhat confused- but she was impressed with how well Marla handled the situation. She was glad that she didn’t come on her own. 

“Now, I know it’s tough, Ro- but please. If there’s anything you can tell Nyanna that might help...” 

“Yeah, yeah okay... I dunno if I’ll be much help, but what’ya want to know?” 

“Do you know why someone would want to hurt your son?” 

“There’s no reason. He never got into any trouble, not even as a kid. No C-sec record, no merc ties, nothin’. That planet was supposed to be safer than the wards! I promise, if there was anything at all, I’d tell ya, but he was clean.” 

“And his work at the museum- nobody would target him for that?” 

“He was just a security guard. Unless something was stolen, there was no reason to go after him. He wasn’t important or nothin’, not in that sense.

“Last e called me, he was raving about some new exhibit. He got tosee the behind-the-scenes, since he was on duty while they were settin’ it up. Nothing was stolen?” 

“No, nothing at all, the museum staff is positive. That’s why we believe he was specifically targeted.” 

“All I can tell ya is that he loved bein’ in that museum. He loved learning new things about all the different cultures of the galaxy. If you want more leads, I think you gotta go back there.” 

“Thank you, Roah. I appreciate your help. And I’m sorry for your loss.” 

“Just catch the bastards.” 

“You know it,” Marla assured her. “I’ll find ‘em, Ro.” 

“You better.” 

They left the mother to grieve, both of them quiet as they tried to think of anything she said that could lead to any clues. 

“Sorry she couldn’t give you much,” Marla lamented. “But it was good to tell her, I think.” 

“I still can’t believe she hit you!” 

“You haven’t been around many krogans, have you?”

“Is it that obvious?” 

“Heh. I knew she’d lash out. Didn’t want her to lash out at you and get herself killed. What with the Code and all.” 

“Surely I could’ve handled it without resorting to that.” 

“She took it pretty well when it was comin’ from me.” 

“That was taking it well?” 

“You really haven’t been around krogans much.” 

“No, I suppose not.” The Justicar laughed. “Let’s go see the Presidium.” 

Still, there were plenty of pocketed communities that were unhappy with the sudden influx of outsiders. It was in one of these small clans that Justicar Nyanna found herself. Clan Tagr truly seemed to want nothing to do with the asari, even after she explained that one of their own had been murdered. 

“Krogan get killed all the time.” 

As true as that may have been, the Justicar doubted it was usually quite like this...

The victim was Tagr Gronnt, a young krogan of only 172. He had no criminal record, no connection to any gangs or mercenary groups. He worked at a museum on a small Council-owned planet because of his interest in history. It was there that he was murdered, in the middle of his shift as a nightguard.  

Robbery was the first guess- but the entire museum was combed up and down by professionals and scanned for authenticity by the best monitoring programs, and nothing was amiss. It didn’t make sense. So, the museum curator (she’d always been fond of the poor kid) called out for a Justicar to get to the bottom of things. 

Few Justicar seemed interested in the case, and Nyanna swooped in on the opportunity. This was to be her first big mission as a Justicar. She couldn’t fail. 

Which made the roadblock on Tuchanka even more frustrating. She thought his home clan would be a good start to investigation, but no one seemed interested in talking to her. 

The kid’s father was surprisingly benevolent, but he was in shock, and couldn’t think of a single person who would do something like that to his son; his mother was somewhere off-world. Surely Nyanna couldn’t already be at a dead end? 

She wasn’t about to give up so easily, however. She’d mull over her options over a drink or two, she figured. The bar at least wouldn’t be picky. 

“Why so blue?” 

Nyanna looked up, confused. The bartender gave a grin. 

“Sorry. sorry, couldn’t help myself, there. Seriously, though, what’s got ya down? Surely there are bars on Thessia.” 

“I came to investigate a crime as a disciple of the Justicar Code.” 

“Little young for a Justicar, ain’t ya?” 

“I suppose. I am a matron, currently. But this was to be my first major assignment.” 

“What’s the problem, then?” 

“No one here is interested in assisting. They simply don’t seem to care, they just want me gone.” 

The krogan chuckled. 

“Well, yeah, that’s Tagr for you. If I can help you at all, give a holler, though I’m not too informed on off-world happenings.” 

“Have you heard of a Tagr Gronnt?” the Justicar asked, perking up slightly. 

“Yeah actually. Helped out his parents a little when I was his age and he was still just a runt. Don’t tell me he got into trouble?” 

“His record was cleaned- I am sorry to tell you, but the poor kid was found murdered.” 

“That- that can’t be right! Gronnt?” The krogan stopped in her tracks, waiting for the asari to tell her it was a mistake or some sick joke. 

“I truly am sorry. The asari he worked for called for a Justicar, for she believed he deserves justice.” 

“You’re tellin’ me some bastards killed one of our own and these pyjaks don’t give a shit?” the krogan asked, her face set in a scowl. And hten, in a blink of an eye, she vaulted herself over the bar counter and stomped across the room. The justicar, stunned, watched from her bar stool. 

The bartender started yelling at another krogan who was seated alone in the corner. Unamused, he stood up, easily two or three inches taller than her. Completely unintimidated by his hot air,she head-butted him so hard that he was sent staggering backwards. 

He grumbled something and hit a few buttons on his omni-tool, and the bartender made her wa back to the waiting Justicar. 

“Pyjak,” she grumbled. “But he gave me the address of Gronnt’s mother, if that would help?” 

“That’s an excellent start! Thank you!” Nyanna replied. “If you could just forward that to my omni-tool...” 

“Roah’s not real good with strangers- I’m... I’m gonna come with you. If I can break it to her, I think it’ll go better. I know your code’s real specific and I don’t want her doin’ something that’ll get her hurt, y’know?” 

“I... suppose you could come. I can’t see why not.” 

“Really? Just like that! Hah! Been looking for a way to get off this rock for a while!” 

The krogan’s sudden bust of enthusiasm took Nyanna off-guard. 

“This is a murder investigation, not a vacation.” 

“I know, I know! I wanna find the bastards who did it. I’ll be useful, krogan’s promise!” 

Nyanna wasn’t sure what she got herself into, but it was sure to be interesting. 

Candy? I don’t know, I don’t have candy very often. Probably Skittles.

Hobby? Sports, or gaming. I know they’re like, the opposite, but I love them both.

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Princess Jellyfish, Attack on Titan, Fairy Tale, and Ouran Highschool Host Club.

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