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		The reinforcement arrived in time as both Rol'Naaris and the others were sent to the command post. The scientists were dragged off to have their fair trial by the military police. One of the scientists cried out loud as she was being handcuffed and that brought a smile to Rol'Naaris' face. Of course, no-one else could see it, but he was happy that justice was going to be served. And the others had returned from the tunnel with wounds and scars, but they were still alive. He listened to Anderson while he told everyone what was happening in twenty-four hours. Then, Rol'Narris' omni-tool notified him of a message that contained the address to a private shuttle port above a police station. He basically was accepted to the team. 

Rol'Narris took a look at the others and wondered if they were going to the location or just forget all of this happened. Before the Spectre left,  Anderson stated that the collapse of the tunnel resulted in a tenement building crumbling in the matter of seconds. It sounded peaceful to the quarian compared to being torn apart by a group of husk. His time as a strategist during the worst war in galactic history made him ruthless like so many others. However, it did not mean he was cold. It had been awhile since he last expressed his emotions.

Afterward the regroup, Rol'Narris left the command post and headed towards the ruins of the tenement building. It was just like his time on Earth right after the Reapers were destroyed. The Alliance went inside building after building to look for any survivors. Some of the Alliance soldiers did not escape as the building under them collapsed. It was almost like living through the event again, but realizing that it never will happen in his lifetime again (hopefully). He watched as the response teams did their best with saving as many lives in the time that was given. He stayed to watch the scene for a few more minutes until he decided that it was time to go. He did not know where but he had twenty-four hours to figure something out. Looking at an incoming shuttle, Rol'Naaris waited for it to pick him up so he could go somewhere else. Maybe the Citadel instead. 

Besides the smoke from ground zero, the skies were clear and filled with different types of shuttles and ships. The pilot was a bit younger with a beard slowly forming around his face. [color=fdc68a]"Vere do you vant to go?"[/color] he asked in a German accent that was clear to the quarian. After all, he was trapped on Earth for a year. 

[color=olive]"Citadel."[/color] Rol'Narris answered before his omni-tool lit up. The pilot nodded at the answer and headed for the destination. He had realized that the Systems Alliance was quick to rebuild their fleets and Earth, but he did not realize how quickly it took. The balance of political and military power was shifting towards them now—not the Asari Republics or the Turian Hierarchy. And mix with diverse opinions that humans tend to have between each other and it creates several problems. Will the Alliance put the Citadel back or keep it to themselves? Or will they create new treaties designed to limit already weak nations? The future was filled with so many questions and unknown answers. Thankfully, he did not decide to become a politician. It would drive any quarian insane if they hated socializing with the other races. The Citadel, however, was just perfect to look at. It felt like home during his pilgrimage and a symbol of peace between the races. So much has changed since he left it behind.

The shuttle stopped at one of the many shuttle ports that the Citadel offered and Rol'Narris paid the pilot before leaving the port. There were more humans and less aliens since the Citadel was rebuilt. It became a new home for most of humanity while the Earth was still being repaired. The quarian spent several minutes walking around while thinking of something to do and he saw a bar in between some shops. It was just called the Yellowstone Frontier Pub, named after that national park in North America. He was not sure about entering the bar; however, he did saw a few turians enter the place. And he followed them into the bar shortly after. 

The establishment was dimmed and lack any sort of bright colors unlike some of the bars back on Earth. And it felt like any bar that you entered at the Citadel with the grey walls and the futuristic furniture. However, he did not feel like spending two hours just to spend time in Purgatory. The quarian stood out like a sore thumb and everyone looked at him for a bit while he took a seat and order a drink. Then, they went to doing whatever they were doing before and Rol'Naaris looked at his non-alcoholic beverage. Years of training with the Marines and drinking on the job would result in severe punishment at the boot camps. Plus, he always hated the bitterness of alcohol. He grabbed a straw and put it inside his cup while he adjusted his suit in order to place the straw. It was such a hassle just to drink something. It was either that or face several bacteria that could kill him in the matter of seconds. 

He finally took a sip of his drink and listened to the techno music in the background.