MarkWarrior
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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.”
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“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.”
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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