A growl escaped her lips, and dark emerald eyes narrowed into a glare. A swarm of purple energy surrounded the woman, and she smirked. The purple aura blasted from her body, slamming into the batarians that dared to stand in front of her. The force of her biotics pushed them over the edge of the bar in Purgatory, and they fell to the ground with a crash, frightening the patrons on the main ground. The three batarian snarled at her, quickly standing and pulling their guns out as she made her way down the stairs to them.

The sober civilians around them hurried out of the rooms, leaving the drunks to watch on in fascination. They pointed their weapons at the woman that blasted them with the biotic energy, but she wasn't threatened. With wicked grin, the same purple aura from before began to regulate around her right fist. Just as one of the batarians was about to pull the first shot, her glowing fist slammed into his face, pushing him back three yards into the wall of the bar. The other two began to fire, but she quickly put up a biotic field to try and prevent the shots from hitting her. It worked, for the most part, but one shot hit her in her arm.

Luckily, it wasn't her shooting arm, so she could still pull out her shot gun. Her grin widened when she saw the slimy bastards begin to panic, but before they could run, she fired two shots. Perfect head shots. That was when her luck turned. The doors opened and five men, two turians and three humans, strutted into the bar. They were dressed in white and blue armor; Citadel Security. Her grin quickly disappeared, and she looked around, trying to find an escape. She had officially run out of luck.

Seeing the gun in her hands and two dead batarians at her feet, one of the human C-Sec agents rushed over to her, demanding she drop the weapon. With a sigh, she did as she was told, lowering her gun onto the ground. She frowned as one of the turian officers grabbed her arms, moving them behind her back and using omni-cuffs on her wrists. Her heart filled with dread when she saw the turian officer's face. She knew him. Fuck.

The officer that cuffed her was a friend, Feros Corinthus. He was actually more like a cousin. His father was a general on Palaven's moon, and the sister to her mother. Adopted mother, anyway. Feros was frowning at her, disappointed in her. He escorted her to the Embassies, where they walked into the C-Sec office, where Commander Bailey sat, working on his datapad. When Bailey heard the door open, he looked over, sighing when he saw the two who entered.

"What was it this time, Valentine?" He asked, nodding to Feros to take the omni-cuffs off. Though the woman, Valentine, opened her mouth to speak, it was Feros who answered.

"She killed two batarians and knocked out a third." He told Bailey, giving a displeased look to his somewhat-cousin. Valentine rolled her bright blue eyes, and sighed once more.

"They pulled their guns out on me." She defended, huffing as she crossed her arms across her chest. Feros looked at her in disbelief, shaking his head.

"Witnesses are still being questioned. From what we've gathered so far, Val started the fight, resorted to biotics and pushed them off the ledge of the second floor, and then they pulled their weapons." Feros informed him, earning a glare from his friend. She hated how lawful he was. He was always tattling on her. Every time she accused him of doing so, he simply told her that if she would stop breaking the law, he'd stop turning her in. She laughed and called him a wuss.

"Is this true?" Bailey asked, frowning as he looked onto the young woman. Distressed under his patronizing gaze, she began to fidget.

"Yes, Sir." She answered truthfully, avoiding his eyes, knowing she would only find disappointment in them.

"What am I going to do with you?" Bailey wondered rhetorically, shaking his head before looking back at the datapad he had in his hand.

"You're free this time," Bailey informed her, giving her a cautious glance, "But don't cause any more trouble." A wide grin appeared on her face as she realized he was letting her go, but that enjoyment was short lived.

"Also, Councilor Udina needs you in his office. Head there first, see what he wants." Curious, she idly wondered why Udina needed to see her. He wasn't very fond of her, or her step-father for that matter. Her grin disappearing, she nodded, before turning to leave, Feros right behind her.

"I will, Daddy." Valentine responded, before exiting her father, Commander Bailey's, office. Feros walked with her to Councilor Udina's office, making sure she did as she promised. He knew if he didn't keep an eye on her, she'd never go meet with Udina, and instead head back to Purgatory. She rolled her eyes at his behavior, but didn't say anything.

When she walked into the Human Councilor's office, she was greeted by a holographic comm channel of Admiral David Anderson. Her step-father.

Frowning for what felt like the millionth time that day, she walked over to the comm and stood in front of the holograph. "Valentine." Her step-father greeted, his eyes showing the same disappointment Bailey's had, "I've been hearing about all your little stunts." He informed her, eliciting another sigh from her lips.

"I have reasons-" She began, but the Admiral interrupted her, "I don't want to hear them." He stated. Pouting, she looked away, remaining silent.

"You can't keep doing things like this, Valentine. You need discipline." Her step-father commented. She snapped her eyes to the hologram, ready to explain the situation.

"Dad has me registered for C-Sec training next week." She told him. Bailey actually had her registered for the training last week. And the week before, and all the other weeks before since last year. She hadn't made a single one of them. She was a busy woman. The bars called to her, she couldn't just ignore them and go to some boring class on maintaining the laws of the Citadel. Drinking and dancing and sex... it was all so much more fun than security training.

"C-Sec won't be enough to straighten you out." Anderson grunted. Worry began to fill her very being. Anderson was an Alliance marine. He was fighting on Earth. She had told him countless times how she had no interest in joining the Alliance. She hoped to God that he hadn't somehow set her up in a training class for the Alliance.

"What exactly do you have in mind?" Valentine asked him cautiously.

"I've decided to put you in training for the N7 Special Operations." He answered, leaving her in shock. She knew about the N7 program. It only accepted the best of the best. She was certainly amazing in her skills, but the strings Anderson had to have pulled to get her in training for the Special Ops... well, she couldn't say she didn't like the idea of being an N7 Operative. If she passed the training, she could go on missions and actually make use of her skills. It wasn't a bad idea, but that still meant actually training.

"I can tell you're thinking about this, but you don't have to." Her step-father suddenly stated, "You don't have a choice. Two operatives will appear at your door tomorrow morning and every morning after to escort you to the training grounds." She couldn't believe this. Before, when she thought she had a choice, she was actually considering it. Now that she knew she didn't have a choice, she was against it. Something that never left her when she went through her rebellious teenager phase. She was seriously pissed, to say the least. Without even a goodbye, the comm ended.

Absolutely enraged, Valentine made her way out the door, storming past Feros, who had been so kind as to wait for her. Shocked at her sudden anger, he moved from his leaning stance against the wall and walked quickly to catch up with her before she reached the elevator. When the doors to the elevator closed, and Feros directed the machine to take them to the Zakara Ward Apartments, she finally let loose and punched the metal wall of the elevator.

"My step-dad signed me up for N7 Special Ops training." Valentine hissed as she retracted her fist from the wall. Her knuckles were bleeding, but it was well worth it to cause that dent in the wall. No doubt she'd have to pay for it, though.

"I thought you always wanted to be in that program?" Feros inquired, looking at her curiously as she rolled her eyes.

"Well, yeah, but that was before he told me I had no choice." She explained, exasperated.

"Would you have taken the offer if you did have a choice?" He asked.

"I dunno," Valentine sighed as she looked down at her feet. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, signalling they were at the Zakera Ward. They both walked out, heading to the north wing Apartment Complex, "Maybe." She answered.

"I did want to be a part of the N7 program, but then there's drinking and sex. Anderson expects me to commit to the program, but I don't know if I'm ready for that. I want to enjoy being young." She explained.

"You're not young." Feros stated, completely serious. With a small grin, she elbowed him.

"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend." She laughed. They were getting closer to her apartment. She kind of wanted to stay with him, knowing that the second she was left alone she'd have to do some serious thinking.

"Yeah, well, you're sort of the biggest cock-block there is." Feros retorted, grinning right back at her. They had reached her apartment building, the 'Firefly Complex', and he had to get back to work.

"Anyway, I need to get back to work. Please try to be good and not break any more laws." He requested. She grinned widely and laughed, and he had his answer. He didn't really know what to do, so he put his talons on her shoulder, nodded at her, then left. He was trying to comfort her in her decision making, but he was pretty sure it just came out as awkward. Oh well, better luck next time.

Now alone, she made her way into the elevator of her apartment building, heading to the twentieth floor. The elevator in the building was much faster than the one in the Embassies, and she reached her floor in no time. Her door was just down the hall from the elevator. As soon as she got into her room, the lights automatically turning on and the door closing behind her, she let out another sigh and plopped down, face first, onto her couch.

Though her step-father said she didn't have a choice- that two operatives would escort her to the training grounds- there were ways to get out of it. They couldn't escort her if they couldn't find her. She was good at hiding. But she had to think about what she wanted... Did she want to be an N7 Special Operator? Or did she want to continue living her through her twenties as a normal civilian woman. She knew her dad would only be able to bail her out of trouble for so long. He was reluctant even now, thinking a few months in a cell might do her some good.

Moaning in desperation, she sat up from the white leather couch and turned the television on. Opening up her omnitool, she moved to the remote function and found exactly what she wanted to watch. Her absolute favorite movie.

'Fleet and Flotilla'

She had seen it over a million times. It always cleared her mind and made her feel better. With an excited squeal, she started the movie, before jumping up from her seat and rushing over to the kitchen. After digging through the pantry, she pulled out a bag of popcorn and shoved it in the microwave. A minute later, and the popcorn was perfectly popped. She dumped the bag into a large bowl, grabbing a beer from the fridge, and rushed back to the couch. It didn't take her long to become completely engrossed in the movie.

When the movie ended and the credits began to roll on the screen, she was clutching a pillow for dear life, dry tear streaks on her cheeks and puffy red eyes. There were three empty bottles of beer scattered across the coffee table in front of her, and the popcorn bowl was completely empty. With a shuddering gasp, she wiped the rest of her tears away. Now emotionally exhausted, she was ready for bed. She had decided to attend the N7 training, instead of running and hiding. She would just have to deal with the lack of booze and sex. So after cleaning up her mess and flicking the television off, she made her way to bed. She barely even had her clothes off by the time her head hit the mattress. She drifted to sleep.

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