The citadel is a large labyrinthine structure, to those unsure of how to follow the symbols; it can become easy to get lost on such a large station. Without knowing exactly how, Zone found herself on the Presidium commons. White towers all around reached up from floor to outside the atmosphere, the tops of which seemed to be under construction, around which small craft flew around at blurring speeds. A small pond lay underneath bride walkways stretching back and forth to their respective sides. An asari in official looking garments, sat at a desk. Zone walked up to her intending to ask for directions.

"Excuse me, I think I'm kind of a bit lost, it's my first time on the Citadel, and this place is so big", she said.

"Yes, welcome Zone-tan correct?", The asari said with a smile.

"You know my…you know who I am?", Zone asked, suddenly startled and suspicious.

'it's my job to keep track of all the notable people that come through here, your team made quite an impression on C-Sec, I hope you six like attention", her voice remained ever pleasant.

"Not really me personally, Alan loves it though, he's always monologuing, I think he's kind of nuts", Zone sighed. Sometimes she really wished he didn't make such a big scene out of everything, but everyone had their idiosyncrasies. His was making sure that everyone knew that he was The Alchemist, and that he wanted respect. Hers was…she once again realized that she didn't know very much about her own self, "Where am I exactly?"

"This is the Presidium commons; you're just outside embassies, down the path to your left, you'll find the citadel tower, I trust your group has official business there?", the asari asked, apparently not having heard all of the details of the incident with C-Sec, as she had originally came off as knowing.

"Actually, it was a spur of the moment shopping trip to be honest, and we needed some equipment repaired", Zone said, finally warming up the woman,

"Well, in any case, Welcome. If you have any further questions, Avina would be happy to help.", The receptionist motioned to the terminal with holographic woman. Curious, Zone walked over to it. The hologram was nothing special, no hard light, just a basic 3D projection in the shape of an asari, who was humorously, not wearing any clothes.

"Greetings I am Avina", the hologram said.

"Hullo", Zone said with a short wave that she knew it couldn't see, "Why are the embassies unfinished?"

"Due to the scientific event some are calling the singularity, various universal planes were discovered by the research teams, now the galaxy is filled with many more races seeking to apply for embassies on the citadel, few of these candidate races qualify for such embassies, however, it is predicted that several embassies will open within the coming years", Zone processed what it was telling her and walked away toward the pond in the center of the presidium, the pond was lined with statues, many she recognized as crew members of the Normandy. The pond was calm and clear, she was disappointed, she much preferred the koi ponds with the giant goldfish the kind you're not supposed to feed but everyone does. But the pond was still aside from a fountain some six meters away. She sat for some time until she was called out to by a familiar voice.

"Hello human, what are chances of seeing a familiar face in all the Multiverse", Marcus, the leader of Jacobstown stood behind her, his visage reflected from behind her in the surface of the water in front of her; she stood up and turned to him.

"It really is quite the coincidence, seeing you again, why here of all places?", Zone asked. She was beginning to take greater note of all these incredulous cosmic coincidences that seemed to make up all her history that, of which she could remember anyway, of all the people who would end up on the receiving end of one of her tentacles, would be the same one who purged the dark energy from her soul. Coincidence. Of all the places he would leave her, would be the same place where that dark energy would once again escape and assume the form of him. Coincidence. Of all the people from all the different universes who would be chosen to join and help him. Coincidence. When they happen one at a time, they become easy to ignore and dismiss, as events unfold, they feel natural, but nothing about what they were and what they did was natural. If fate was a thing, was free will real, and who was writing fate? "What brings you here?"

"I had scheduled a meeting with the council two years in advance; luckily time runs quicker here, over the matter of recognition, of super mutants, ghouls, and nightkin. My plea for an embassy was denied on the grounds that since we're born human then mutated, we don't constitute a race", he said forlorn.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but if, you can't have children, doesn't that mean you're still just human?", she mused.

"We can't give birth in the traditional sense, neither can Geth however, I am certain of the fact that there will always be super mutants, and they will always need someone to show them how to not be monsters", Marcus seemed downright depressed.

"But there's no more FEV right? There shouldn't be any new mutants being made. Except…."she paused.

"Something on your mind?" he asked, curious as to her sudden change in expression.

"There was a giant behemoth, south of New Vegas, Alan said he had never seen one that big, that there shouldn't be a behemoth in the Mojave, that aside from a few rogues, almost all super mutants were concentrated in the mountains and none were that hostile or got that big"

"I've seen behemoth's before, they're not common, and he's right, practically unheard of in the Mojave. If a behemoth was seen in Vegas, it came from the east", he said concerned, "If a behemoth really did show up in the Mojave, I must get back to Jacobstown as soon as possible, I need to handle how they hear this information", and with that he left, calling over his shoulder, "Goodbye human".

"But I'm not…." , her voice trailed off unsure of itself.