So this is the sneak peek to the next part of Nicolas' story. Since it'll have another rating, I decided to also use another name, to give a better feel of the tone of the next part.

Go check the whole chapter out if you're interested! The fic's called 'Life itself is will to power' so yeah, enjoy!

Anderson sat at his desk with Joker in front of him, looking down at the sling on his arm. The councillor had tried for the most part of the previous night to think of a way to let the pilot know he was grounded, and the easiest way he could come up with was to use logic, "Jeff, I know this is hard, but your tests show that the commander's death is taking too big a toll on you. We both know you're our best pilot, but I can't let you-"

The door to the office whooshed open as Nicolas stormed in with bloodied fists, "WHERE IS SHE? ANDERSON, YOU FU-" he was cut off by two alliance soldiers who tackled him to the ground and restrained him. Anderson stood and ordered the soldiers to keep Nicolas in the office and shouted for Nicolas to calm down.

Baker struggled at first but took a couple of deep breaths before panting, "What happened to the Normandy?"

Joker answered with a voice he was struggling to keep level, "We were attacked by an unknown enemy. Shepard didn't make it out. She died putting me in an escape pod."

Anderson piped in, "Shepard died saving all of her crewmembers, Joker. Nicolas, we don't know who attacked the Normandy. Whoever they were, they had very advanced technology, since they were able to find the Normandy even while in stealth mode."

"I don't give two shits what technology they had," Nicolas flinched as the soldiers twisted his arm when he struggled, "I want to know where she is."

"I'm sorry, Baker, we can't let you know where her body is. The location of the Normandy's crash is classified, and we cannot send a rescue party into the Terminus without an exorbitant amount of political backlash. Shepard will have to wait."

Nicolas shook his head, baring bloodied teeth from smacking his face on the floor after the tackle he had received, "You spineless alliance cowards!" He was then pulled out of the office as he struggled to break free with more strength. He screamed every curse he knew at the top of his lungs until one of the officers used a stun gun on him and he blacked out from the shock.

He woke up at the C-sec detention centre, soon after he stirred, a familiar face came up to his cell, "Come on, broomhead, you know better than storming into a councillor's office and assaulting two alliance guards," Garrus shook his head, "what were you thinking?"

"They wouldn't tell me where Jane is, Garrus, and they won't go get her. There's no way in hell I'm going to her funeral if the casket's gonna be empty." Nicolas spoke bitterly, his eyes glued to his feet, avoiding Garrus' sight.

"Well, I suggest you go home and get some sleep, or some time to think over things. I can go to your place later today, if you want. The Alliance hasn't pressed charges, so you're free to go," with this, Garrus opened the cell.

"Thanks, Garrus. You don't need to worry about coming over. I'll be fine," Nicolas grumbled as he got up and walked out, tapping his knuckles on the white prosthetic plates on the turian's arm.

That was the last he saw of the turian in a long time.

So that was the sneak peek! Again, thank you so much to the readers who took the time to read this fic. I had a blast writing every chapter and fleshing out this story that I had hesitated for so long to write.

The next installment is called 'Life itself is will to power'. There you'll find the full chapter. Remember it's rated M, so yeah, like, change the search options hahaha.