Wow, what a ride! Tv tropes fanfic recs listed this fic as dormant, glad it's up and running again!
Amazing writing, interesting concept and great use of the characters - to take a minor character like Grizz and give him such depths, wow!

So it's taken me the best part of a week to read all 85 chapters but I am HOOKED! What a great story so far.

I like what you've done with the characters and I think Grizz and Erash are just brilliant OCs, we have been playing ME back to back all the way through and I can't help but look at Grizz and think about his relationship and easy cameraderie with Legs. You have done a great job!

I know this was updated in June and that you will be busy in life but please know this is a great fic and you have keen readers. Hope to get the next chapter soon!

Just wanted to give some review love as this story is just brilliant - I wasn't sure how I felt about alternate Shepard at first but then I realised I couldn't put this down and the journey has been brilliant and full of emotion! I'm 62 chapters in and loving it. I know it's not complete so please please write more - I'm working up towards the last 20 chapters and I would love to read more! Thanks for writing :)

OK I like it very good first chapter look forward to seeing where you go with us

Ohhh my gawd? It's been years man, I thought I died and went back in time when i saw the update. Like really? Blessing us in 2019? I almost cried. Thanks for coming back home.

I heard one of the children visited you."

She looked beyond his throne and at the ceiling behind him, staring at the holes that let in the barest of sunlight. Behind her was no line. In fact, she noticed that there were barely any guards standing around. It turns out, much to Legacy's surprise, that Urdnot Wrex knew some semblance of discretion and knew when to apply it.

"Rachel." He grunted.

"Urdnot." She paused. "It's Tara Legacy now. Officially."

"You mean from right this moment?"

It wasn't entirely wise to keep the name that she was supposed to leave back in Omega, but providing the world with more confusion would hurt everyone, which was exactly her agenda. "Of course."

He grunted. "I suppose you understand how important a child is to us, Legacy."

Legacy finally looked directly at him. "I understand."

"If he was hurt under your watch—"

"You would have had me killed." She nodded, moving her hand to the sheathed sword strapped to her hip. "But, I have to tell you, Urdnot. I've got a lot to live for."

A moment's pause and Legacy saw the myriad of emotions crossing his face but the one that dominated them all made his face crinkle and a bark of a laugh escaped his throat.

"What is it that you want?" Wrex finally asked.

Legacy got to business immediately

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Wrex has a point, not weak, you have weaknesses. But Legacy is a slight bit self destructive in another way. The way she let Wrex do that, ugh...

Only to find a boy, a krogan child, whose eyes were impossibly large and who probably weighed twice as much as she did. He was probably younger than twenty but was rather weak and puny for his age and species. He had a stick in his hand and he looked ready to knock her out with it, only he got caught before he could do it. He turned embarrassed and hid it behind his back instead of brandishing it over his head.

Shit. How did the clans not see one of their own escaping the camp? So much for the extra security they were laying out for their future.

"Boy," she called out and he stiffened. She tapped her omni-tool so that her translator would be put on speaker for both of them. She doubted he was old enough to have an omni-tool of his own or that the clan could even afford one at this time. "Get back into the camp. Your clan will miss you."

"Red-asari," the boy called her and she had every right to be insulted. How could he not know what humans were? "Why are you here? Madra, mama, said that even volus-thieves get to sleep in the camp, so why not red-asari? Are you—dangerous?"

She nearly hissed at him, thinking of some way to scare him off so he could go back to the safety of his clan. However, his intention to stay was clear when he sat down, his plump krogan legs making the task a little difficult. His hide was a pale red shade and still looked soft. Rachel was wary; she extended her senses all around them for anything that might sneak up on them in the dark. She was all too aware that the boy was prey in his own home and she'd be damned if he died near her. She would be killed three times more brutally and twice as slowly by the krogan if they found out.

"Very dangerous, boy. But not as dangerous as the borders of this camp." She motioned her head towards the expanse of sand and darkness. "Hasn't your Madra told you it isn't safe here? Get back inside."

As all children did, he didn't seem to hear her. "What is red-asari's name? I am Greior. I want to be part of Urdnot one day – like my father, my Dragur."

She looked up, summoning her patience. "I am nameless. And I am not an asari. I'm human. Didn't your Madra teach you these things?"

He looked thoroughly confused. "Madra only said our Sodragur, our forefathers, hated the asari. For the way they used them and for that they've done to us. How they helped the salarians and the turians. She didn't talk about hu- huamans."

Rachel sighed. The League and the krogan now turned out to be equal parts belligerent.
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Funny, Legacy a little wary and unsure around a kid.

I’d laugh at Mordin reaction to a legacy being hugged, but I can understand it’s more serious.

"I hear you dream." The tears fell, freely and without scorn. A cord inside of Garrus resounded then. How dare Shep—Legacy do this? To someone who was only trying to help her? To the nicest person Garrus has ever really known? "And all the nights you spend awake so you don't have to fall asleep to them."

"You're not the first person—not the first asari—to claim you can help me, heal me, and even change me. But as far as I'm concerned, I've asked for no one's sympathy. These dreams remind me of what I can do and what I can't."

"They afflict you, they haunt you—"

"They warn me. Tell me about the things I can and can't have."

Sensat sobbed then, her eyes closing as she shook her head. "Goddess, Legacy—you're so broken. You're so broken and you don't even know it."

"And what? You think you can fix me?"

"You know someone can!" Sensat yelled back, her eyes still wet but narrowed and bright. "Talk to someone—me, Dr. Solus—Garrus—"

Legacy turned away then, moving towards the exit where Garrus stood and hadn't bothered to move. When she did step beside the door frame, right next to him, he glared at the side of her head. He was going through the entire conversation in his mind, spinning it around, trying to make sense out of it. He looked down at her hands, wondered about the scars before shaking himself mentally for trying to defend Legacy.

Sensat had seen something deeper, past the bones and into the Spirit that watched over Shepard—the Spirit that demanded her to be this solitary figure, the single shadow that had been cast by no known figure. Even when Spirits were not supposed to intercede in anyone's life, she had let one rule her.

"I could kill you." He whispered.

"You could try."

"Boss—"

Garrus growled, subharmonics trilling sharply at Sensat to be quiet. "You don't have to defend her, Sensat. I saw what happened. Legacy, I'd like to ask you to leave the premises immediately."

"Is that a command, Vakarian?"

"If you're not out of here by the next half hour—"

"A simple yes or no would have sufficed." Legacy's boots padded forward and up the stairs.

"No, boss!" Sensat stood up then. "She can't leave. She needs—"

"Drop it, Sensat." He spoke softly to her as he watched Legacy vanish up the stairs. "She doesn't want our help."

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Well, things turned sour fast, darn. But they’re sure to reunite.

Holy fuck, did she really let reigns get killed!? Oh my glob!

Lol garrus poked legacy.

Cute.

Oooh Harga is involves with the collectors, makes sense.

Oh my god, someone. Anyone. Distract the boss." Butler stood from his place on the sofa. "He could come any minute!"

"Who could come any minute?"

"Boss!" Sensat practically jumped in front of him, laughing nervously. "We just realized we're out of, uh, um—"

"Juice!" Weaver whispered helpfully. Erash would argue otherwise.

"Yes, juice!" She echoed with a little titter that left the boss confused. "Yes, we need juice. Mind getting some? You know all the cheapest places and you're already—standing."

Krul leaned against the wall and banged the back of his head against it. Erash would have too if he didn't find the whole predicament amusing.

"Juice? Who drinks juice?" The boss tried to look up but Grundan came helpfully to the rescue, standing over Sensat's shoulder and smiling broadly as he blocked the boss's view of Legacy.

"It's uh juice for, hm, for Erash! You drink, don't you, Erash?"

"Hn." The reply was neither a yes nor a no but he could barely lie to the boss. Omission would have to be the next best thing and everyone seemed thankful.

"Well, I'm sure it can wait until after the briefing—"

"No, it cannot! It cannot wait! Think, sir, think of poor Erash all in his lonesome—dying without his juice, the one thing he asks for." Monteague supplied dramatically while Butler nodded along. "Come on, boss. Have a heart."

"If you guys had hearts, you would have gotten it for him yourselves." Everyone seemed to think 'fuck' when Legacy strode over, completely blowing her cover. Two mugs of coffee in both her hands, leaving Mieirin struggling to make the cups for the others: two set-ups for levo and dextro (with the dextro one already set but Mierin was strangely dumb that way). Legacy motioned at Vortash to go to the counter with a subtle tilt of her head and he looked both grateful and scared as he strode on over there to help her. Legacy smiled, her heels clicking against the floor lightly as she handed the boss a cup of coffee. "Good morning, Vakarian. You're late."

He stared at her. Then he stared at the coffee, and then he stared at her boots. The bright and beautiful morning that Monteague and Butler had been singing about seemed to vanish before the storm brewing in the boss's eyes. Melanis chuckled darkly in her corner muttering a "Serves her right." But Sensat had shushed her with a slap on the arm.

"So," The boss started conversationally. Taking a sip of his coffee, and that seemed to lighten his demeanor but just barely. Must have been chocolate but still his face had what Mieirin had called boss' "C-Sec Investigator face" and this wasn't lost on Legacy as she leaned back on one foot, the click of her heel made him turn towards it before he looked back up at her face. "You look like you're ready to go to work. New wardrobe."

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Lol Garrus all flustered, and Saying ‘Sidonis’ when he really means himself.

Dear Rachel/Legacy, winning the group over and Grundan knitting a scarf, I could weep!

He didn't turn back right away. He tried to snuff out the nervous sound in his sub-harmonics but by the amused look on Shepard's face he wasn't successful. "Melanis and I aren't together, Sh—Legacy."

"Really? She's been giving me the stink eye since I got here." She whispered back, when she drew a half step closer he felt something shift quickly behind him. "See. She's got her talons dug right into your back."

Shepard herself didn't bother to move back when a growl came from Melanis' subharmonics. Then again, neither did he. "It's, uh, I know. She told me."

Shepard's eyes grew round and large at that. "And you rejected her?"

"Um, yes."

"Woah, isn't she considered pretty by turian standards? What kind of snobby tastes do you have?" She put her hands up when he glared at her. "Tell me you let her down easy."

"Easy enough. But she— expressed that she probably won't tolerate other girls if they come by."

"Well, you're in for a wild ride, Garrus." She winked at him and he glared. "Off you go. Please explain that though I do enjoy the company of turians in general, your face is no different from Grizz's to me."

"What? Grizz? The turian guard by the stairs in Afterlife?" When she nodded he growled playfully. "I saw Grizz and he's got nothing on this." When he motioned at all of him, she couldn't hold back the laughter.

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Lol ‘handsome, debonair package’

Oh garrus.

And ooh, Rachel IS going to show off her legs to Grizz then. ;)

Oh wow, intense. Still more questions, but that does give me a good basis of what happened. Intriguing.

Oh right, garrus still didn’t know who she was...but oooh. Calling in favors to get the Turian s to believe in the reapers.

Oh lord, the place Shepard once worked for wants her back, thou that one seems to want to kill her and Aria is worried! O.o yikes!