Here come the Stupid. Someone's about to learn why it's suicidal to piss off a group of veteran, centenarian, genetically engineered, super soldiers. Ones who are bored and itching for a real fight, now that they are young again with all the experience and skills pent up.
Maybe.But,remember those Batarians from SIU who faked their deaths? they do not want fight them,only made a deal.
If it is theoir action,they only come to talk.
 
Maybe.But,remember those Batarians from SIU who faked their deaths? they do not want fight them,only made a deal.
If it is theoir action,they only come to talk.
This sounds like an Asari so it could be the Shadow Broker and his pet Spectre doing foolish things.
 
Chapter 54
Chapter 54

The Citadel, 0030 Local Time


“Ready?” The shadowy figures all nodded as their dark armor blended in with the current environment.


“Affirmative,” one of the other figures responded.


“Breach,” the command was issued as the figures overrode the door locks and threw some concussion grenades into the bedroom


The first figure to rush through the door was met with some sort of light before she collapsed, her helmet and chest melted due to some sort of weapon.


“Use Biotics,” the commander of the squad ordered. “Even if they’ve got portable energy weapons the refraction might help.”


“Putting up barriers,” the next two squad members through the door died, but not before having used a Biotic Pull to force one of the armored figures out of the cover they were in.


All of the dark-clad figures opened fire on the figure as floated into their view, the sheer concentration of rounds ripping into the lower torso and causing the figure to slump to the ground, leaking blood out of several wounds.


Taking advantage of the decrease in fire, the group continued to feed bodies into the crossfire, seemingly not caring for the amount of blood and bodies that they were leaving behind.


As they pushed in, they left the bodies of six armored figures behind before pushing in and finding the last armored figure standing in wait, some sort of pistol in his hands and an unpolarized visor, fury clearly shining through his eyes.


“You may take me alive,” the armored figure stated as he killed two of the figures that charged him, their biotics doing nothing to divert the laser weaponry that was coming his way. The handheld weapon also managed to wound and kill another three, their bodies lying on the floor as a stronger biotic finally entered the room, pinning the man to the ceiling and restricting his movements while another strong biotic tore the weapon out of his hand as a trophy while a third ripped his helmet off with biotic assisted strength and looked in surprise at the surprisingly human face of the figure they were capturing.


“Change of plans,” the leader said as she stepped forward and grabbed the man’s chin. “I think you’ll find that we can sedate him properly if you check the contingencies kit. “Now, you will tell us all that we need to know, and we will grant you a quick and merciful death instead of subjecting you to some of our less strenuous methods.”


“Burn in hell,” the man spat a mixture of blood onto the Asari’s face. “We’ll get revenge, one way or another, and when we do.”


“You’ll do nothing,” the Matriarch laughed before turning to the Asari that were still restraining the man. “Clean this up and plant the evidence, we’re taking this one back to the monasteries of Thessia. It’s clearly time for an introduction to the reason why we are the ones who guide the galaxy.”







“Fuck,” Melissa breathed as she came out of the hiding place she had been in, checking the bodies of both her and Mark’s bodyguards as she went, hoping that one or more of them were still alive in some fashion. “Mathis,” she called out as she reached the giant of a man. His corpse was surrounded by what appeared to be dozens of Batarian bodies.


“They took him,” the man seemed to snap his eyes open and jolt up for a split second. “They took Hull,” his eyes closed as he seemed to collapse back into unconsciousness.


“I know,” Melissa said quietly as she cradled the large man’s head as he faded from life. “I’ll get him back, I swear it.”


Moving forward, she checked the last of the bodies, one of her Bodyguards assigned from the Fourth Royal Guards, and found that she was still alive and somewhat mobile, a lucky shot having hit her helmet and not penetrated, but having thrown her back and given her a concussion.


“Come on Serena,” Melissa helped the woman stand up as she grabbed a rifle from one of the nearby bodies. “We’ve got to get back to the Mother Goose. We’re not safe on the Citadel, and I don’t think that the Volus are going to be investing in any trade deals with us anytime soon.”







“This is a catastrophe!” Sparatus roared as he entered the private Council Chambers. “I want to know exactly how a hit Squad managed to kill foreign ambassadors under our watch without C-Sec even getting wind of it.”


“STG is looking into the matter now,” Vedol said hurriedly. “Nothing is conclusive as of yet, but the Terminus Commonwealth did collect their dead and left an hour ago.”


“Preliminary evidence suggests the Batarians are behind this,” Tevos said calmly as she sipped some tea. “I recommend we not do anything rash until we have gotten to the bottom of this though.”


“No,” Spartacus said softly but firmly. “I’m going to be personally overseeing this one. We have over a hundred dead Batarian corpses, and nothing to show for proof that we weren’t behind any of this.”


“STG will be sending several experts to assist,” Vedol told Sparatus with a nod. “A head of state has gone missing on the Citadel, the loss in reputation is too great to properly define, but I fully expect future’s to suffer for the short term.”


“Our ship will survive the turning of the waves,” Tevos said with a wave of her hand. “This isn’t the first time clandestine agents have broken the quiet on the Citadel, and it will not be the last.”


“It’s the first time in most species living memory,” Sparatus said as he crossed his arms. “If we do nothing to address this then we will pay in our living memory, and I will not put the Hierarchy through that if at all possible. I am a representative of my species, and if my fellow Turians would not let this rest, then neither will I,” Sparatus turned and began to leave. “Until you have come to your senses and looked at the short term, Tevos. I will not be back to this chamber for anything less than a galactic scale emergency.”



Author's Note: The best part about the Asari going loud, is that the Commonwealth can claim that it was the Republics all that they want to, but no one will believe them. After all, it's the Salarians that deal in that kind of behavior. Not the Asari...
 
Called it! It's always a damned Asari behind shit in ME! Always. The Asari just killed all moral authority and legitimacy they had. Time to nuke Thessia to ash. It's about time the species of mind rapists received some Karmic Justice! Why are the Local ME species not using bodycams on their armor? Every soldier today has those in the West. Did the humans all get mindfucked into stupidity by the Asari?
 
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Called it! It's always a damned Asari behind shit in ME! Always. The Asari just killed all moral authority and legitimacy they had. Time to nuke Thessia to ash. It's about time the species of mind rapists received some Karmic Justice! Why are the Local ME species not using bodycams on their armor? Every soldier today has those in the West. Did the humans all get mindfucked into stupidity by the Asari?

Yes,you were right,i was wrong.I thought,that Even Asari could not be that stupid.
Matthis get warrior death,and Hull was taken alive - but ,not for long.Our Asari unfriends are stupid enough to kill him.
Unless...those Batarians from SIU would save him.Or,some smarter Asari Matriarch.
 
Chapter 55 Part One (Awakening)
Chapter 55 Part One (Awakening)

Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown

“Is he awake yet?” I heard a voice break through the dark of unconsciousness as my brain warmed up to full alertness again. Maintaining my breathing pattern, I simply lay there and listened, hoping that someone would give me some usable intel.

“He should be alert and able to communicate in around five minutes or so,” another voice responded. “We’re flushing out the sedatives from his system now.”

“Thank you,” the first voice said. “You may leave now, I will watch over our guest here.”

I strained my ears as I heard footsteps walk out of the room.

“That one may be young and unobservant,” the first voice stated. “But I am not so young and easily deceived. You woke up when I walked into the room, now open your eyes so I may take your measure.”

Opening my eyes, I glanced down to see that I was naked and suspended in some sort of gel-like bed a handful of feet off the ground. “I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I drawled as I cast my eyes around the small room I was in, looking for some sort of weapon I could use. “But that would be a lie.”

“Oh, I quite like you,” a very dark blue Asari stepped forward, her eyes shining with a slight purple tinge as if her Biotics were always active. “It’s not very often that we get quietly defiant ones here after all,” She glanced at the door. “Screaming and crying is typically the response I am met with. Closely followed by attacks on my person.”

“And how exactly would I be able to escape right now?” I rolled my eyes as I tried to stand up and instead collapsed back down onto the strange mattress. “I’m not exactly capable of doing anything physical at the moment, after all. So are you here to give me your supervillain monologue so that you can bore me to death? Or are we going straight into the torture?” I began taking stock of my body. Starting with my legs and moving my way upwards. “You motherfuckers,” I muttered as I realized what was missing. “You shaved off my beard! Do you have any idea how long it took to get it that long without it just being a rat’s nest?!”

“I will not even pretend to understand what it is you are talking about,” the Matriarch said as her eyes glowed before her body was suspended in a biotic field that reclined her. “But, I do think it is time that I establish our future relationship. You are here because you are a threat to Asari’s dominance of the Galaxy, and we are going to be combing through your mind to see exactly what secrets you are hiding.”

“Oh,” I raised an eyebrow. “Are we starting now or are we going to be going through my mind later?”

“Later,” the Matriarch waved her hand nonchalantly. “I have a ‘monologue’ to finish first, after all.”

“Telling me all your dark secrets because you know I’m dead already?” I asked. “Not like that’s ever been done before.”

“Something like that,” the Matriarch agreed. “And, I’m not even the one who will be conducting the interrogation. I would break your mind should we meld, the weight of my experience alone would kill any Asari who I melded with, much less you or another species. No, we are going to be bringing one of my proteges to go through your mind.”

“Let me guess,” I said. “You’ll be ripping through my mind with some of your space vampires?”

“Ardat Yakshi,” She laughed. “That is a carefully engineered deception, in some small part because it is backed by truth, but that delves into things that you need not know,” the Matriarch stood up to her full height. “Now, I will take my leave and give you time to consider whether you are going to be volunteering the information that we desire or whether we will be taking it by force.”

“Why are you doing this?” I asked before she left the room. “What did we ever do to cause you to have issue with us?”

“You and your Commonwealth pushed too far and too fast,” the Matriarch turned around in the doorway. “And in doing so have wrecked thousands of years of planning. I was responsible for much of that planning, and while I am capable of finding alternative solutions to problems, the younger among us are less willing to bend. And while I still possess much power and authority, I have been an old woman for a long time, and even Asari can have short memories at times. And regardless of my personal feelings about what is occurring, I will always put my people first. For you see, I have been called many names over the millennia, but the name that most know me by is the one that is the most important. Should you be willing to speak in the future, you may call me Athame.”
 
Asari Codex Entry #1
Asari Codex Entry #1 Ardat Yakshi

The Ardat Yakshi is a group of Asari whose latent psionic field is both powerful and capable of interfering with any melds that this group might attempt. With proper training, the chances of the meld going wrong and interfering with the nervous system are greatly diminished, and can even result in a deeper meld than can be accomplished by most Asari.

Ardat Yakshi, once trained are capable of living the typical life of an Asari without repercussions, and given that they are a small fraction of the population they are generally regarded with fear and this has led to many Justicars having to intervene on the behalf of both bystanders as well as the Ardat Yakshi themselves.

The Justicars are a mixed monastic and knightly order that generally focuses on the proper training of said Ardat Yakshi. Unfortunately, not all of those who are discovered to be Ardat Yakshi are willing to submit to the training. While most Asari are incapable of knowing that their psionic field will interfere until it is far too here are some that are able to restrain themselves during the meld and thus able to prevent most long-term damage to their mating partner.

However, the fact that Ardat Yakshi is able to generate those deeper melds has led to their capture, training, and use by many of the Asari’s more clandestine operations. This has resulted in a clash between many a Justicar seeking to bring Ardat Yakshi in for training and said black ops and intelligence programs attempting to arrange for their disappearance. In fact, the Justicar order has sworn that any who make use of Ardat Yakshi in this way are to be purged immediately when encountered.

The Term Ardat Yakshi is typically used to describe the extreme cases of those who refused the training that was offered and instead fled. Most of them turn to a life of spreading misery and death around as they move from place to place while trying to keep away from the few Justicars that have been assigned to track them down and bring them in.
 
Asari Codex Entry #2
Codex Entry #2 The Sect of Athame

The Sect of Athame is a secretive group that has been in charge of the Temple of Athame and what lies within for the last five to six thousand years, carefully doling out the information as is needed for the Asari to stay ahead of the current technology curve.

While this group was actually responsible for the original negotiations with the Salarians and later the Krogan once the Rachni War began they have largely fallen out of favor in the Asari Republics, with Tevos being the last of the mainline Matriarchs that were supported by this group capable of being selected to be Councilor.

The Sect of Athame was supposed to have dissolved soon after the War with the Rachni and with the Creation of the Spectres were considered obsolete by many of the Matriarchs at that time. However, they managed to not only survive, but have become a large part of the Asari Underworld, with connections between Thessia and Illium being their primary means of continuing to gather both Funding and personnel for their endeavors.

Oddly enough, the Sect of Athame has been largely responsible for many of the big upheavals throughout Asari history, both in recent and past history. And, with their sole control of the Beacon cannot be removed entirely from Asari Society even if many Matriarchs have pushed for it in the past. The Sect has firmly established itself as a necessary cornerstone of Asari Society; if one that is often unwanted and unneeded in the modern era. It will take some sort of catastrophic mistake of epic proportions to remove them from their place.
 
Chapter 55 Part Two (Shifting Points of View)
Chapter 55 Part Two (Shifting Points of View)

“Sir, all signs are pointing towards the Batarians having done this,” the investigator for the recent incident said to Sparatus. “While it’s possible someone faked this scene, it would have taken a tremendous effort to do it this well.”

“I know that,” Sparatus sighed as he looked at the large amount of data that was trying to prove his instincts wrong. “But it seems too easy of a solution to this problem,” The Turian Councilor looked at the Salarian investigator for a minute before nodding his head. “Thank you for your hard work, you may go.”

“Always a pleasure, Councilor,” The Salarian gave a small bow before leaving.

Opening up his terminal, Sparatus sent a message to the two people he was certain would not have been part of a cover-up, Spectre Vasir and the Volus Ambassador that had been ready for negotiations.

“Let’s hope that they’re able to connect me with the right people,” Sparatus muttered as he combed through the data he had gathered on the incident, hoping to find something amiss. “Something is off about this, I can feel it.”

The Councilor then stood up, sighing as he opened his Omnitool to search for a place to get some food. “Might as well get something to eat while I try to make sure that we’re conducting the investigation properly.”




“What do you mean the media we have released has been censored and called out as lies?!” Natasha asked as she slammed her fist down. “We have not doctored any of the footage, and it is easy to prove that we haven’t touched it.”

“The videos are removed as soon as we upload them,” Melissa replied, the rage silently emanating from her. “We’re lucky that we keep hard copies and backups of everything. Because our Salarian expert has found several places where there was something in the system trying to erase the videos in their entirety.”

“It’s clear that someone is trying to ensure that what you have to say is disproven in every way,” Aerdin said as he tried to find workarounds to get their version of events posted on the extranet. “Whoever is behind this is capable of stonewalling pretty much everything I have tried, including the use of several tricks that are only known to the STG.”

“Keep trying please,” Melissa told the Salarian. “We’re tracking down Mark’s Mithril suit, but the transponder is only able to be sensed if there’s a Black Box in the area, and so we’re having to comb through different trade routes little by little to try and get a signal back.”

“Am unaware of what these ‘Black Boxes’ are,” the Salarian responded. “But will continue to try and assist as best capable.”

Natasha just sat there silently, her anger silently pooling out as an almost physical presence in the room.

“I’m going to go blow something up,” Natasha stated as she stood up. “And have Aethyta meet me in my husband’s office once I am done. We are going to have much to discuss.”




“I want my security detail increased,” Anita Goyle informed Jack Harper. “If someone is willing to do something like that then I want to have my people as secure as we can make them.”

“I’ll get some N series graduates assigned to your detail,” Jack replied. “And see if you can persuade the Council to allow us to provide some heavier security in the form of snipers on adjacent buildings and such. We’ll even coordinate with the Volus and Elcor’s details if necessary,” Jack sighed. “Parliament is pushing for us to remove our embassy and work remotely with the Council races. It’s taken most of my influence to keep the lid on and the anger down for now.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Anita replied as she looked at the man via the comms. “I’ll start negotiations for more security and will see if I can persuade some of the other species to assist in providing security.”

“Well, our intel-gathering hasn’t quite figured out what happened yet,” Jack said as he opened up a terminal in plain view of Anita before showing her the results. “But our VIs haven’t crunched all of the data yet either.”

“Well, should you manage to filter through things and get something viable, I’m sure that the Terminus Commonwealth would be grateful. They’ve been stating that they believe the Asari are behind this despite all evidence pointing to the Batarians.”

“When we have something I’ll have our intel people get it to you,” Harper responded. “But we’ve got a lot of data to go through, and we’re still working on more advanced VI systems for filtering it out properly.”



“Sir, I’ve gone through everything two or three times with you,” Tela Vasir told Sparatus as they sat in the Councilor’s office. “And while I agree that this doesn’t fit the SIU’s methods, we can’t prove anything. Even when I paid the Shadow Broker for information he gave me data on a planned operation that he intercepted from the Hegemony to do something like this.”

“Can you get me in direct contact with the Terminus Commonwealth?” Sparatus asked as he flared his mandibles. “I need you to bring them a message.”

“I can go there as soon as you give me the leave to do so,” Tela stated. “The Volus Ambassador has asked for an escort to directly negotiate with the Commonwealth anyway.”

“Good,” Sparatus stated. “I’ve got several things that I need to be relayed, and I want you to work with them on trying to track down whoever did this. If they can do something like this and can do a cover-up that holds up to our scrutiny then who knows what else they’re capable of?”

“I have no idea, sir,” Tela stood up. “But I’ll go ahead and get moving, I’ve got a Volus to escort.”




“Aethyta, I need your help,” Natasha said to the Asari Matriarch as she took off her helmet and finally showed her face to the alien woman. “And I’m willing to put our complete trust in you so long as you’re able to actually accomplish it.”
 
So,no Asari Republic,but their old religious leaders.Asari still would be fucked,but less then i thought.
 
Chapter 56
Chapter 56

Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown

“I’m going to be starting with a surface meld,” Al'sha Shave, the Asari who had been assigned to the interrogation of this strange human said as she walked closer to the naked man. “We’ll be starting with the language centers so that I can understand your thoughts more clearly.”

“And you’re explaining this to your prisoner because?” The human questioned as he continued the strange exercise he had been doing when she entered the room.

“I find that it makes it easier to handle my melds when the subject is already informed of the specific areas where we will be going,” she explained as she waited for the human to finish whatever it was that he was doing.

“If you plan on waiting until I’m done with these then you’re going to be waiting for a while,” the man informed her as he switched to a different movement.

“Oh, I do not plan on waiting,” the Asari stated as she flexed her biotics, picking the human up and setting him down on the lone object in the room. “Now, we shall begin.”




“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be in here,” A voice asked as a representation of the Asari and her subject appeared in what looked like a long hallway with many doors.

“I am exactly where I am supposed to be,” Al’sha said as she turned and looked at the much younger version of the subject she was interrogating. “Now, I assume that you are a representative of his subconscious mind, and as such are something that I will be seeing quite frequently.”

“You’d assume right,” the figure drawled as he leaned against the wall, his gray clothes nearly blending in. “And I’m not planning on helping you out too much.”

“I figured as much,” Al’sha sighed. “I guess I have to start opening doors then until I find the language center.”

“Your funeral,” the figure said with a shrug. “There’s some pretty nasty stuff waiting around here for you.”

The Asari simply scoffed and looked at one of the unlabeled doors before pushing it open. “Let’s see what you are hiding behind this door, shall we?”
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“Well, how did the initial meld go?” Athame asked the younger Asari who was seated across from her.

“It went well,” the other Asari rubbed at her temples in an attempt to stave off the migraine that the initial meld had caused. “But it may take me a bit longer to comb through than most subjects. This one is surprisingly self-aware and his subconscious mind was able to keep me from reaching the language centers for today. If his nervous system proves able to handle it, I may need to have multiple sessions each day if we are to achieve a proper breakthrough.”


“Should he prove resilient enough to withstand more than one meld you will be limited to two melds in a day’s period,” Athame said bluntly. “We need him more intact than most of your typical subjects.”

“I will restrain myself from some of my normal excesses,” Al’sha replied as she continued to try and rid herself of the headache. “But I’m not certain that two melds are possible for one Asari at the moment. Until we have breached his subconscious's defenses we will need to rotate in another interrogator. If all of his defenses are as capable as that one then we are going to have a fight on our hands until we have the information that we require.”

“Do what is necessary,” Athame stated. “Our resurgence relies on getting the information.”

“As you wish,” Al’sha bowed her head. “I will see to it that it is done.”

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Imir System, Korlus

“This is not what I expected,” Aethyta said as she looked at the redhead seated across from her. “I’m not even sure how this is possible. After all, didn’t your species just make inroads into joining the Council?”

“We are still trying to figure out how we got here,” Natasha informed the elderly Asari. “But I have other concerns at the moment, like trying to find my husband. We can discuss my origins later, but for now, I need your help.”

“What do you need,” Aethyta said after a moment of absorbing the information. “We’re not done with this conversation though, I want a full accounting of everything that is going on once Hull has been rescued.”

“You will have it,” Natasha stated firmly. “But I need you and your connections to help locate my husband.”

“I’ve still got some Matriarchs that owe me favors,” Aethyta replied. “I’ll start calling them in and see what I can dig up.”



Sowilo System, Hagalaz

“Athame, I have done as you have asked,” The Asari said as she sat in the dark of her ship. “My debt has been paid.”

“Did you think that our debt was paid because of this small favor?” The older Matriarch asked. “No, you are bound to me for the rest of your life.”

“That was not our agreement,” The Broker responded as she grew angry. “I have enough data that I could bury your sect in a heartbeat.”

“Ahh, but you won’t,” Athame replied. “I’m one of the few that still have the files on your original identity after all.”

“And how would you even go about releasing that information?” The Broker asked. “I’m the one who you asked for help with information control, after all.”

“I have my—“ the comms channel shut down as a massive figure walked out behind the Matriarch that was the current Shadow Broker.

“I dreamed of this day,” the Yahg said as he looked at the smaller alien. “But I find you disappointing in person. I will honor the minor deal I made with this ‘Athame’ and send you into her care should your survive. But first, I must pull all of the secrets that I still require from you,” the Yahg shrugged. “And if you should die in the process then that is something that I am not concerned about. I am the Shadow Broker now.”
 
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Chapter 56

Location: Unknown
Date: Unknown

“I’m going to be starting with a surface meld,” Al'sha Shave, the Asari who had been assigned to the interrogation of this strange human said as she walked closer to the naked man. “We’ll be starting with the language centers so that I can understand your thoughts more clearly.”

“And you’re explaining this to your prisoner because?” The human questioned as he continued the strange exercise he had been doing when she entered the room.

“I find that it makes it easier to handle my melds when the subject is already informed of the specific areas where we will be going,” she explained as she waited for the human to finish whatever it was that he was doing.

“If you plan on waiting until I’m done with these then you’re going to be waiting for a while,” the man informed her as he switched to a different movement.

“Oh, I do not plan on waiting,” the Asari stated as she flexed her biotics, picking the human up and setting him down on the lone object in the room. “Now, we shall begin.”




“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to be in here,” A voice asked as a representation of the Asari and her subject appeared in what looked like a long hallway with many doors.

“I am exactly where I am supposed to be,” Al’sha said as she turned and looked at the much younger version of the subject she was interrogating. “Now, I assume that you are a representative of his subconscious mind, and as such are something that I will be seeing quite frequently.”

“You’d assume right,” the figure drawled as he leaned against the wall, his gray clothes nearly blending in. “And I’m not planning on helping you out too much.”

“I figured as much,” Al’sha sighed. “I guess I have to start opening doors then until I find the language center.”

“Your funeral,” the figure said with a shrug. “There’s some pretty nasty stuff waiting around here for you.”

The Asari simply scoffed and looked at one of the unlabeled doors before pushing it open. “Let’s see what you are hiding behind this door, shall we?”
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“Well, how did the initial meld go?” Athame asked the younger Asari who was seated across from her.

“It went well,” the other Asari rubbed at her temples in an attempt to stave off the migraine that the initial meld had caused. “But it may take me a bit longer to comb through than most subjects. This one is surprisingly self-aware and his subconscious mind was able to keep me from reaching the language centers for today. If his nervous system proves able to handle it, I may need to have multiple sessions each day if we are to achieve a proper breakthrough.”


“Should he prove resilient enough to withstand more than one meld you will be limited to two melds in a day’s period,” Athame said bluntly. “We need him more intact than most of your typical subjects.”

“I will restrain myself from some of my normal excesses,” Al’sha replied as she continued to try and rid herself of the headache. “But I’m not certain that two melds are possible for one Asari at the moment. Until we have breached his subconscious's defenses we will need to rotate in another interrogator. If all of his defenses are as capable as that one then we are going to have a fight on our hands until we have the information that we require.”

“Do what is necessary,” Athame stated. “Our resurgence relies on getting the information.”

“As you wish,” Al’sha bowed her head. “I will see to it that it is done.”

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Imir System, Korlus

“This is not what I expected,” Aethyta said as she looked at the redhead seated across from her. “I’m not even sure how this is possible. After all, didn’t your species just make inroads into joining the Council?”

“We are still trying to figure out how we got here,” Natasha informed the elderly Asari. “But I have other concerns at the moment, like trying to find my husband. We can discuss my origins later, but for now, I need your help.”

“What do you need,” Aethyta said after a moment of absorbing the information. “We’re not done with this conversation though, I want a full accounting of everything that is going on once Hull has been rescued.”

“You will have it,” Natasha stated firmly. “But I need you and your connections to help locate my husband.”

“I’ve still got some Matriarchs that owe me favors,” Aethyta replied. “I’ll start calling them in and see what I can dig up.”



Sowilo System, Hagalaz

“Athame, I have done as you have asked,” The Asari said as she sat in the dark of her ship. “My debt has been paid.”

“Did you think that our debt was paid because of this small favor?” The older Matriarch asked. “No, you are bound to me for the rest of your life.”

“That was not our agreement,” The Broker responded as she grew angry. “I have enough data that I could bury your sect in a heartbeat.”

“Ahh, but you won’t,” Athame replied. “I’m one of the few that still have the files on your original identity after all.”

“And how would you even go about releasing that information?” The Broker asked. “I’m the one who you asked for help with information control, after all.”

“I have my—“ the comms channel shut down as a massive figure walked out behind the Matriarch that was the current Shadow Broker.

“I dreamed of this day,” the Yahg said as he looked at the smaller alien. “But I find you disappointing in person. I will honor the minor deal I made with this ‘Athame’ and send you into her care should your survive. But first, I must pull all of the secrets that I still require from you,” the Yahg shrugged. “And if you should die in the process then that is something that I am not concerned about. I am the Shadow Broker now.”


first line of defense was not bad.What about next being speech of some boring scientist about,let say,insects in South America?
So,Athame made Yahg new Shadow Broker - would he really keep helping her?
i would kill both Asari,if i would in his shoes.

P.S Would Aethyta find our hero,or only his broken body? see in next issue!
 
Chapter 57
Chapter 57


Location: Unknown

Date: Unknown


“I wouldn’t go in that door if I were you,” the representation of the human subject’s subconscious told Al’sha. “There are things in there that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.”


“I do not believe you,” Al’sha scoffed. “What could possibly be in your mind that would be dangerous.”


“I warned you,” the gray and blue-clad figure stepped out of the shadows. “Proceed at your own peril.”


“I will go through this door and find out what it is you are hiding from me,” the Asari stated as she reached for the door before finding herself on the other side. “While this is not what I was looking for, this is progress,” she muttered as she looked around the small ship cabin she found herself in. “There’s nothing dangerous here.”







“What happened?” Athame asked as she entered the cell. Finding her main interrogator curled into a ball on the floor rocking back and forth while the human remained strapped into the bed and unconscious.


“Alone,” Al’sha rocked back and forth. “So alone, nothing and no one to speak to. Surrounded by ghosts, but they never speak. I wish they would speak, it would be noise.”


“She’s been like this for the past hour,” the medtech said as she injected the Asari with a sedative. “We came in when she missed her second check-in and found her like this. When we failed to communicate we called you.”


“Check on the human,” Athame ordered. “We still haven’t gotten our information yet.”


“He’s alive, but he’s not going to be up for another meld for at least a week or more. His nervous system was nearly overloaded despite Shave’s training,” the medical technician said as she checked Al’sha’s vitals now that she was unconscious.


“If we must wait that long then we will need to remove him from this cell,” Athame said as she looked at the barren room. “Have the guards put him with the Angel, she won’t do anything to him.”


“I’ll have them do it once I am certain that Al’sha is not a danger to herself or others,” the tech replied. “We are all well aware of the dangers should she snap.”


“I do understand those dangers, yes,” Athame responded. “If need be I will restrain Al’sha myself.”


“I hear and obey,” the tech bowed her head before gesturing to the two Asari standing by with a stretcher. “Let’s get her into the bay before she wakes up.”







“What the hell hit me?” I groaned as I woke up on the floor.


“From what I can tell from a cursory examination you are suffering from a near complete nervous system overload,” a female voice replied, causing me to look around before settling on an Asari seated in the corner. “I would not move suddenly, for it may cause great pain to you until your nervous system can properly understand the signals your brain is transmitting again.”


“Thanks,” I eased myself up. “Given that we’re both naked I’m going to assume that you’re a prisoner as well,” I slowly scooted back until I was able to lean against a wall facing the Asari in the corner.


“I am,” the Asari responded curtly.


“Well, given that I’m likely to be here for a while care to tell me your name?” I asked. “My name is Mark.”


“You may call me Angel,” the Asari replied. “I was once called something much different, but I have been here for far longer than every other prisoner.”


“We’ll get out of here,” I said as I noticed the look of slight despair on her face. “My people will find me and get me out of here.”


“I wish I could believe that,” Angel sighed. “But you are not the first to die of old age that I have been placed with, and you will likely not be the last.”


“Well then I’ll just have to prove you wrong then, won’t I?”








“Is she responsive yet?” Athame asked the physician that was currently on duty.


“Yes and no,” the doctor responded. “She is capable of responding to us, but she is currently still locked into whatever it was that she saw and felt in the subject’s memories during her meld.”


“Is my direct involvement needed?” Athame asked directly. “Or is she capable of recovering from this on her own?”


“It’s too soon to tell,” the other Asari replied with a half-shrug. “I’ll likely need until the subject is capable of being melded with again to finish my full conclusion. Al’sha melding with anyone for the next few days would likely kill her. She did something that caused her nervous system to mirror the damage that was caused in the subject.”


“That is unusual,” Athame observed out loud. “But not entirely out of the ordinary for an Ardat Yakshi.”


“Which is why we are not more concerned,” The doctor replied. “If she were a typical Asari I would be holding her for the next few months while trying to figure out exactly what went wrong. But given we’ve seen something similar to this in some of the training we’ve done over the millennia I’m simply holding her for observation.”


“Then it comes down to one specific question,” Athame muttered. “Were those active defenses? Or was it merely trauma or some event rising to the surface that caught Al’sha in the process?”


“We’ll have to ask Al’sha once she is capable of answering,” The doctor said as she sedated Al’sha once again. “I’ll send an update once I have one, but for now I would recommend rest for both Al’sha as well as the subject. If you want to continue interrogating him then it will be necessary according to the data on humans that we have acquired.”


“Agreed,” Athame said as she moved to leave the room. “Keep this quiet and between us for now, I would hate for the other interrogators to be hesitant in investigating the subject’s mind.”


“As you will,” the doctor replied with a bow. “I am at your command as I always am.”
 
After 937 interrogators failed...
Athame: keep it quiet from other interrogators!
Doctor: what other interrogators?
Natasha&Aethyta : we.And you would be subjects.

Screaming.And more screaming.

Mark: honey,could you leave them and start caring about me?
Natasha: pleasure later,work first

More screaming.

Happy End.
 
“Alone,” Al’sha rocked back and forth. “So alone, nothing and no one to speak to. Surrounded by ghosts, but they never speak. I wish they would speak, it would be noise.”
You know I just realized something. This is extra horrible for an Asari given how communal and empathetic they are. Asari are a species that needs bonds with other sentients more than probably any other species. No Matriarch to run to, no other people to bond with, just the memory of others to keep you company and that is never enough.
 
Beyond the Horizon (Stargate Atlantis) The Siege, Part III
Stargate Atlantis (The Siege) Part III

“You’re sure that they won’t have fully regenerated their hull from the damages?” Dr. Rogers asked Zalenka and McKay. “Because it's my people that are at stake if this doesn’t work.”


“There’s not really any way to be absolutely sure,” McKay said as he continued working on backing up the Ancient Database. “We’ve never really been able to take on Hive Ships like this before, and we're going to be flying blind here for a bit.”


“If the BPLs work well enough to take out most of the Darts then we may be able to capture the ship,” Rogers said as she looked through the collected data they had on Hive Ships. “Given the tests we’ve run on the stunners in conjunction with our armor, we should be able to take out any Wraith that happen to be on board and take the ship.”


“Good luck with that,” McKay scoffed. “It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve captured a ship only to lose it soon afterward.”


“I think you’ll find that we’ve got a better track record of keeping the ships that we take from our enemies,” a voice said from behind the scientists. “Besides, you better hope that we secure the ship properly.”


“You are coming with us after all,” Sheppard walked in beside the bearded leader of their new Allies.


“Don’t worry, you can hide behind us if we start taking fire,” the Duke said with a grin.


“I can take care of myself,” Rogers replied. “You very well know that after all these years.”


“That’s why I was talking to McKay here,” Hull said with a small gesture at the other man. “We’re loading up onto some of your puddle jumpers now, the Hiveship is going to be over the city in an hour or two.”


“I thought it had slowed down,” Mckay said with a frown. “To let their hull regenerate after the beating it took from the beam weapon.”


“Well, it looks like you got the timing on their regeneration wrong,” Sheppard said with a wry smile. “So we’re going to go ahead and get into position.”


“I’ll have several Sting dropships on standby to clear out any resistance once we open up the Dart bay,” Hull said as he moved to help Dr. Rogers get into her own suit of Mithril. “We’re moving out in fifteen minutes.”







“Are you sure that I can’t get one of those suits?” Mckay asked the lone figure in powered armor standing in the cockpit of the Puddlejumper. “I mean, given that you can use it, it can’t be that complicated right?”


“Let me make myself abundantly clear,” a female voice came from the figure. “You do not have the requisite training or the capability of using Mithril to its full extent.”


“Easy there Colonel Paige,” Sheppard said as he moved the cloaked ship toward the void. “We’re all friends here.”


“Adamina warned me about him,” Paige glared at Mckay. “She said that he works with things that he doesn’t fully understand because all of your advanced technology was handed to you on a platter for you to eat from.”


“Hey!” Mckay spoke up defensively. “I’m a genius on multiple levels! I built my first nuclear bomb in middle school!”


“Be that as it may,” Paige shifted her rifle plainly for the scientist to see. “You insulted one of my closest friends, the one who helped perfect this armor that you admire so much. So I would watch my words much more carefully in the future. Lest you insult someone more willing to shoot first and ask questions later.”


“What she means, Mckay,” Sheppard spoke up. “Is that I should probably do the talking in the future.”


“I’m certain that you will be allowed to speak, Rodney,” Teyla smiled at Mckay. “But sometimes it is best to remain silent.”


“BPLs are being launched now that darts are moving to intercept our ASFs,” Duke Hull’s voice came over the Puddlejumper’s comms device. “Prepare to move in after the bombs go off, you don’t want to be anywhere near these things when they go off.”


“Copy that,” Sheppard replied. “All Puddlejumpers are cloaked and ready to move in once the bombs have gone off.”


“Standby,” Duke Hull’s voice echoed through the Puddlejumper. “ETA for BPLs is one Mike, I repeat, one Mike.”


The group of Mithril-clad Marines simply waited for the nukes to detonate so they could get to their proper job while Sheppard and Mckay watched in awe as the nukes detonated, sending the invisible lasers shooting out where they began to vaporize the groups of Wraith Darts that were leaving the Hive ship, leaving clouds of debris behind as the lasers also carved into some of the armor surrounding the Dart bay.


“You might want to get in there while the doors are still open,” Hull’s voice said over the comms. “If you get the chance though, open the doors and we’ll get some Stings in there with more marines to help clear the ship of any Wraith.”


“We’re Oscar Mike,” Sheppard said as the other three Puddlejumpers began to move into the Hive ship behind him. “Standby for further transmissions.”
 

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