Well, this took several hours to write. Hope you like it. From the story of Dahlia Shepard...
"We can provide you our very best scientists to build the Crucible... and the full support of our fleets."
"If I sabotage the cure."
"Think about it, Commander. The choice is yours."
The conversation with the Salarian Dalatrass echoed in Dahlia Shepard's mind. Shepard, along with Wrex, Eve, Padok Wiks, Javik, and Liara, were travelling in the across the barren wastelands of Tuchanka. Dahlia did not currently know where they were headed; Wrex was in charge of the destination since it was his planet. Wrex had not yet told her where they were headed, although he had informed Steve of the destination since he was piloting the shuttle.
What do I do? An hour ago, Dahlia would have committed herself to curing the genophage. But now? Now she was not so sure. Wrex's voice broke through her thoughts.
"I've ordered the clans to assemble at the Hollows," Wrex informed the team. "It's our sacred meeting ground. We'll land there and take an armored convoy against the Reaper. This will be the defining moment of Krogan history."
"Yes," Padok Wiks agreed. "A paradigm shift. The ramifications will be felt for centuries."
The Dalatrass's words came back to her.
What will happen is that the Krogan will reproduce out of control. We uplifted them specifically for their violent nature, not their diplomatic skills. Another war is inevitable.
"Commander, you seem troubled." It was Eve. Dahlia hesitated. What do I say?
For a moment, Dahlia thought about revealing her conversation with the Daltrass. No, she decided, I need more time to think.
"There's just a lot on the line," she said. She turned away, fearing that they would see she was not telling the whole truth. "I want this to go well."
"Have faith," Eve replied. "No matter the adversity we face, some moments are destined to happen. This is one of them."
Dahlia was not comforted.
* * *
The truck bounced painfully along the craggy ruins of Tuchanka. Dahlia wished she was back in the shuttle.
She looked around. No one else seemed to be as in much discomfort as she was. She wondered if the problem was a lack of sleep. She briefly considered taking some painkillers, then discarded the idea. A little physical ache was the least of her problems at the moment. The Dalatrass's words came to her mind again.
"Commander, you can't allow your misguided sympathy for the Krogan to cloud your judgement. Do you honestly believe curing the genophage will end in lasting peace?"
A voice over the intercom interrupted her thoughts.
"Krogan ground convoy, this is turian wing Artimec. Our flight vector to the Shroud is locked. We're ten minutes out and counting." The Turian pilots were on their way to the Shroud to engage the Reaper.
"Copy that, Artimec," Shepard replied. "We're on our way, trying to make up lost time. Shepard out."
"Wreav isn't the only krogan who wants revenge for the genophage, Wrex." Eve said, speaking to Wrex. She coughed in pain. Her next words came out in a loud, rapsy whisper. "You'll have to placate them somehow."
"I'll demand that the Council return some of our old territory. We'll need room to expand--recapture the glory of the ancients."
"Krogan expansion is how this whole conflict began," Padok interject sharply.
"What were ancient Krogan like," Dahlia asked.
"Tuchanka wasn't always a wasteland," Eve said. "In the old times the krogan were a proud people. We had dreams... a future to look forward to."
"And then my people uplifted you," said Padok with a twinge of regret. "It wasn't an improvement."
"No," said Eve. "We destoryed Tuchanka long before that. Technology had changed us. It made life too easy. So we looked for new challenges--and found them in each other. Nuclear war was inevitable."
"And now our planet is rubble," Wrex rumbled. "We'll need a better place to live."
Dahlia agreed. "I'd say helping defeat the Reapers would be worth a new planet."
"Or ten. You haven't seen how fast we can pop them out."
"Wrex..." Eve did not like Wrex's tone.
"What? With the genophage cured, we'll have a lot of catching up to do."
Commander, you can't allow your misguided sympathy for the Krogan to cloud your judgement. Do you honestly believe curing the genophage will end in lasting peace?
What will happen is that the Krogan will reproduce out of control. We uplifted them specifically for their violent nature, not their diplomatic skills. Another war is inevitable.
We can provide you our very best scientists to build the Crucible... and the full support of our fleets.
Think about it, Commander. The choice is yours.
"There's that look in your eye again, Commander." Eve had noticed Dahlia. "What's troubling you?"
Dahlia froze, trying to formulate an answer.
"Just... thinking about Earth."
"Your courage for my people will be remembered." Eve coughed again. Her voice got weaker. "You won't be alone in your fight."
What do I do? Dahlia wondered. No answers came.
* * *
Dahlia Shepard ran into the Shroud. She saw Padok Wiks scurrying about, running to a control panel. She did not see Eve. She looked up and saw the tower was on fire, small explosions sending pieces of the tower in various directions. They did not have much time.
What do I do?
She ran to Padok.
"Wiks," she asked, "is the cure ready?"
"Yes, it's loaded and set for dispersal. Two minutes and counting. But I'm afraid Eve didn't make it."
The news about Eve hit Dahlia hard. "What happened?"
"Complications from the procedure. There were gaps in Maelon's technique I could never account for. She was brave to the end. Despite her pain, she insisted we continue with the cure. I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault. I'm the one who destroyed Maelon's research." That decision haunted her now more than ever.
"A pity," Padok lamented. "She could have helped ensure the clans give Wrex their full support."
Falling debris from the tower crashed not far from Dahlia. They had to hurry.
What do I do?
"Time's running out. We must get to the control room at the top of the tower."
"Why?"
"Something is wrong. Readings indicate a temperature malfunction. It could affect the cure's viability."
"That's because your people sabotaged the shroud years ago," Dahlia explained, the words tumbling out unbidden. Maybe Padok would help her decide.
"They never could let life find its own way. Always making things worse--never better." Padok paused, the truth dawning on him. "And you kept it secret."
"I was offered a deal by your government," she explained, "their full support building the Crucible if I make sure this cure doesn't work."
"And you're thinking of accepting that deal."
I am. What do I do?
"My own world is hanging on by a thread. I have to consider every option."
"Committing genocide to stop another genocide merely ensures no one is left alive." Padok turned his head, a look of resolve on his face. "My own path is clear. I have to fix this."
Padok walked towards the elevator. Dahlia started after him.
"Why is this so important to you?"
Padok turned.
"Some souls die in battle. Some die in their sleep. And some die for no reason at all. This... is my chance to die for what I believe."
Dahlia stared at him, her thoughts in turmoil.
We need the Krogan. I can't see us winning this war without them.
Commander, you can't allow your misguided sympathy for the Krogan to cloud your judgement.
Another war is inevitable.
We can provide you our very best scientists to build the Crucible... and the full support of our fleets.
The genophage was a necessity. The Krogan have one talent: destruction. Even of their own home.
We're curing the genophage no matter what it takes! Everything my people will ever be depends on it.
Committing genocide to stop another genocide merely ensures no one is left alive.
This... is my chance to die for what I believe.
Dahlia was frozen with indecision.
What do I do?
A million thoughts jumbled, but only two choices remained. She had to decide.
Dahlia let out a sigh.
"Go. Save the cure."
She watched as Padok entered the elevator. He turned to face her.
"Thank you, Commander. Somewhere, deep in the fabric of reality, our actions are recorded and remembered. Yours will be remembered for eternity."
Dahlia walked away, her emotions a mix of relief and fear. The result of her action was now firmly in the hands of the Krogan. She prayed that they would not lead to the death, pain, and suffering of countless species in the galaxy. It was too late to turn back now.
* * *
Dahlia awoke, startled. It was the dream again. It was coming every day now, and more vivid than ever. The whispers were louder, and more voices were joining the unearthly chorus.
It's just stress, she told herself. Nothing I cannot handle. Except she knew it was becoming more than she could handle. She was unfit for duty, but too many people were relying on her. For the first time in ages, she wished Kelly Chambers were here.
She looked down at a datapad in her hand. Apparently she had fallen asleep while reading. She was obviously tired, but with so much to do, she could not sleep for long.
She turned off the datapad and went into the bathroom. She splashed cold water onto her face, trying to shake off the mental cobwebs. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked hollow, dark circles forming under her eyes. She was a mess. Even before the war, her life had been taking a toll on her. This war had just accelerated the process. She wished Jacob were here, his strong arms around her.
A chime indicated someone was at the door.
"It's open."
Liara entered the room.
"Shepard? There's something you need to hear."
"All right."
Liara noticed that Dahlia was not her usual confident self. "Is this a bad time?"
"Thinking of some friends who aren't around, thanks to this war."
"That's thank to the Reapers, not you. Are you thinking about anyone in particular?"
"Jacob. He had a good head, a good heart." Dahlia choked up. She was becoming an emotional wreck. She gripped the sink, trying to reign in her emotions. The crew needed her confident, assured. She needed to stay focused on the task at hand, on the next assignment. One thing at a time, one thing at a time, she told herself. Just focus on your mission, or you will get yourself killed.
"If I had to guess, I'd say he'd want you to move on." Funny, she told Steve Cortez almost the exact same thing not too long ago. So why couldn't she let go?
"You're right. Thanks."
She let out a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. It was time for the next task.