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Disclaimer: Mass Effect is not mine and it is not my creation or my property. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit.
This story contains extreme violence, excessive profanity and very graphic sexual content, all of it interspecies erotica. If that's not your cup of tea, turn back now. Also this contains spoilers for Mass Effect 3 so if you if don't like spoilers then don't read.
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Justifiable Homicide
Chapter 12
By
DarkLaraJade
One Week Later
A cold cloth covered Nova's eyes as she lay in bed. The splitting pain her temples could only be described as a tension headache. It had been a week since she came onto Miranda and the ex Cerberus agent tried to act like it didn't happen. She had yelled at Miriah after Miranda ran off; had she waited five minutes more she would've had Miranda to herself. Later on she apologized to Miriah for her outburst, realizing it was only transference of frustration after she calmed down. It was no one's fault that Miranda didn't want her. If they were meant to happen, it would have taken place years ago. She and Miranda went on and talked together like usual, but there was a heavy awkwardness in the room with them always.
Nova rolled onto her side, causing the cloth to slip from her face. The damp cloth started to drench the sheets it had fallen on, but Nova didn't care. She was in such a predicament. She had promised Wrex she would find out about the Salarians and the Citadel, but it all seemed quite impossible in her current situation.
To find out about the Salarians, she needed access to current classified Citadel information. The only person she knew with that kind of clearance was Garrus who must be looking for her by now. She couldn't contact him because she was way to far to transmit a signal to the Citadel from here, plus Garrus would want to know where she was. She obviously couldn't tell him her location and she couldn't leave New Tuchanka to get to him. Essentially she was stuck between a rock and a hard place with the Salarian/Citadel problem.
Furthermore, the whole reason why Miriah had interrupted her and Miranda was at Wrex's request. Apparently he was having some kind of problem with the Batarian delegate. He asked Nova to intervene and "talk some sense into them". She had been mulling the conversation over in her head repeatedly from that day.

Nova had went to Wrex's meeting room which was set up to hold meetings with all the Clan Leaders. Nova sat with Wrex as a large hologram of a Batarian delegate beamed in the middle of the floor.
Nova started the conversation, "My understanding of your agreement with the Krogan is as follows: The Batarians provide fertile human females and the Krogan provide food and natural resources."
The Batarian Delegate clarified, "First, Commander Shepard, let me make it clear that the agreement was made three years ago and it was for human women in general. The agreement was for human slave girls, not fertile ones. Second, it's not that we don't want to give any more slave girls. It's just that there are no more to give without causing a shortage for ourselves."
"Wait. Clearly you must have more. Please explain this in a way I might understand. I really don't know anything about the slave trade."
The Batarian delegate looked annoyed, "To put matters simply, we don't have a lot of human slaves to begin with. We really don't bother capturing a lot of humans because most people want Asaris. Makes no sense for us to capture what we can't sell. But we have been sending all the human women we can spare to New Tuchanka for three years now. We simply have no more to give."
"Aren't the girls that were sent sterile?", Nova asked.
"Yes and it's not our fault. The Krogan wanted slaves for cleaning, cooking and the brothel. And we made good on that. Their recent fertility discovery has changed their demand for unfertile slave girls. Most if not all these girls were born into slavery. Some were bought from owners who sterilized them permanently since most were used as sex slaves. Others on yearly sterility shots. You're welcome to wait till the year is up."
Wrex interrupted, "We don't have a year! We've waited a millennium! You must have more."
Nova gave Wrex a look, "Quiet down! (She turned to the Batarian delegate) Why do you say you have no more women to give?"
"Because as I said we gave you all we could spare for three years. Most weren't fertile because it wasn't specified they be fertile and furthermore, even if they did, they would be too hard to come by. We have given you all the slaves we can without affecting our own workforce. I don't wish to sour relations with the Krogan but this really isn't our concern. I can't help the Krogan at the expense of crippling my own workforce. You do see reason, don't you Commander Shepard?"
Nova nodded, "I do. Thank you for trying." The delegate then gave a quick goodbye and the transmission stopped.

Ever since that day, she had to listen to Wrex in her ear about how disappointed he was. Even if they waited a year till the girls' sterility shots wore off, there still wouldn't be enough. 2,000 at best. Not at all enough to repopulate an entire planet. They needed more human women, but how to get them was the real question.
The pounding in Nova's head worsened as her stress factor increased. She heard Wrex come into the room while she was still lying on her side with her eyes closed. He said, "We need to figure out a plan Nova. We need more humans."
A deep and exhausted sigh escaped Nova's lips, "I know that Wrex! That's what I'm doing right now."
"Really? Because it looks like you're lying around while there's serious work to be done."
Nova gritted her teeth in annoyance; for some reason everything was annoying her this week. Maybe it was the tension, maybe it was her pregnancy or maybe it was both. But she sure as hell was in no mood for any digging remarks. "I'm resting and thinking at the same time! I have a splitting head ache!"
"Hmph. Didn't know you could rest and think all at once."
Nova grabbed the cold cloth and slapped it over her eyes again, "Did you come here to patronize me because if that's the case you can just leave!"
"No. I came because I've been looking over that galaxy map relentlessly and I'm lost. I thought we could take a few colonies but there is no way to do it without things getting bloody. If people die in battle, they die in battle. But I don't want to kill civilians in an ambush."
A part of her smiled inside; at least Wrex was concerned with taking the least bloodiest route. "Happy to hear you say that. And remember it causes a lot of unwanted attention."
She then removed the damp cloth from her eyes and slowly opened them. The light caused her migraine to worsen slightly but there were preparations to be made. She had taken down three Geth hunters while wounded by a pulse rifle before. She could definitely put together a strategy with a headache.
In the meeting room, a Quarian tech pulled up a holographic star map. The technology was Quarian but it still reminded her strangely of the Normandy. She recognized the different systems immediately and started to rationalize the best course of action. It was the biggest joke out there that more humans lived in space than on Earth. Human women were plentiful, but the issue was where to get them undetected. That was the impossible part.
Wrex pointed around Citadel space, "There are lots of human colonies here and here. Some aliens around but for the most part their human colonies if I remember correctly."
Nova crossed her arms and tried to think, "You're right. But still we have to be careful. For the most part, the furthest human colonies are constructed on the edge of Citadel space."
"You mean the Citadel outer territories.", Wrex clarified.
"Yes. That's exactly what I mean. But…"
"But what Nova?"
"But getting there with the element of surprise would be easy. What about getting back? I still don't know how we would capture all of those women without hurting them."
"We could get all the mercenary groups together and they can round them up. We'll give strict orders not to harm the women."
"Okay, but what about the military presence or a civilian militia? All those people would die. I don't want to kill innocent people. On top of that the attention it would draw would bring the Citadel. And we don't even know how much manpower to expect and how much cargo to bring to feed these women." Nova clasped her hands over her face and sighed, this was like flying blind.
"A battle might be unavoidable Nova. And I hate to break it to you, but we would be leaving behind a lot of witnesses. Male colonist, soldiers, you name it. If they're alive, how do you expect to keep them from talking? It doesn't seem plausible to capture them all. Your solution isn't going to work unless you know a way to find out exactly how many people are on those colonies and magically stop them from fighting back."
Nova jumped up and looked as if a light bulb went off in her head. "Wrex say that again. About my solution!"
Wrex looked confused, "Well it won't work unless you know a way to find the exact population count of the colonies and stop the people from fighting back."
Nova pointed at him, "That's it! I think I have an idea. It's a long shot but we have to try. If we resort to violence, it's the last resort. But if this works, no one will get hurt."
Nova then began to use her finger as a pointer and circle a section of outer space near the Citadel's outer territories, "This is the Skyllian Verge. Do you know what that is?"
Wrex looked insulted, "Of course I do. I think the real question is who doesn't? It's space separating the Systems Alliance and Batarian space. The Systems Alliance is where a lot human colonies lie and is governed by Alliance military. Since it's between Alliance and Batarian space, Humans and Batarians have been at each other's throats for years over who would dominate it. Lots of mercs, pirates and whatnot there now. Why?"
"Do you have people in the Skyllian Verge?"
"Yes. All mercs but people none the less."
"Who patrols there?"
"Well it Blue Suns territory so it's led by that human Darner Vosque. Do you want to tell me what this is all about?"
"In a moment. You have control of the Blood pack and the Eclipse too right? And you said Jack was leading them all?"
Wrex nodded. "Jack primarily leads the Eclipse with Jona gone, but yes they all answer to her.
Nova turned to the Quarian tech and said, "I want you to patch a communication to Legion. Tell him I want him here immediately. Then I need you to get me on a holo-com transmission to Darner Vosque."
She turned back to Wrex, "I need you to get everyone here A.S.A.P. Ganar Wrang and Jack might take a month or longer to get here depending on where they are. I'm calling a meeting in person and everyone will need to be there. I'm going to have Darner come straight here once he's done this mission for me."

In the middle of the Skyllian Verge, a large mercenary ship floated among metal debris. The debris was from numerous battles waged for the small patch of space. Others were from outlaws fleeing from Alliance law enforcement. Sometimes the law won the gun fight and sometimes they didn't. As a result the space border became a lawless place where only the worst kind would find themselves. And over the years the Skyllian Verge became more of a spaceship graveyard rather a border between two systems.
Darner Vosque was in his bathroom buzzing his hair off. His scalp was visible underneath his military style haircut. He brought his hand up to brush away stray strands of brown hair from his head. It fell on the floor near his booted feet and it vaguely reminded him to have his Asari clean once he was done here.
A mirror of decent length and width showed his reflection from head to torso. The Blue Suns leader was in his mid 30's. Vosque rubbed the rough five o'clock shadow on his face and turned his head from side to side. After much contemplation, he decided to leave it. He put the clippers down and twisted his head to the side, cracking his neck. He studied himself in the mirror and was pleased with his physique. He had a strong muscular build with tight pecs and a hard six pack. Old dog tags hug around neck; bent and worn but polished.
He didn't know why he still cleaned the tags; maybe because it reminded him of who he once was. But he knew how people saw him: A killer, a thief, a deserter and essentially they were all right. He turned to the side to see a faded arch of an Alliance military tattoo on his muscular bicep. The mercenary leader touched the tattoo with his other hand and his handsome face contorted.
He had good looks and a strong jaw but his brown eyes were empty and devoid of emotion. He had a good family growing up. Good folks who worked hard and had decent money; so it was a mystery to everyone when he went A.W.O.L. But it was no mystery to him. He hated authority and couldn't stand being to be told what to do. And weapons! The only thing he loved more than weapons was money and pussy in that exact order. Most people joined the core for their planet. He joined because he loved to kill, fight and bleed.
He loved feeling a Matlock in his hands more than anything. The weight, the power, the kick back. It's like what he waited for his whole life. Joining the military was the only way he could get hold of military grade weapons at the age of 18 and it was history after that. He was the best in his class since he was the most competitive. But he also had a list of demerits a mile long because he wasn't above doing sneaky and vicious things to get ahead. For the most part, he didn't get caught, but when he did he was punished severely since he only got caught doing the worst of things.
The rules, fuck, he hated the rules. When he became a merc, the rules were different but they were still there. When Darner had learned all he could from his mercenary commander, he killed him and made his own rules. That's the life he lived.
Then there was a pounding on his bedroom door and he left the bathroom. The room was simple; a large bed, a closet and a huge weapons locker. A young Asari about 100 years old curled up in his sheets.
When he opened the door, a Turian wearing heavy Blue Suns armor was there. The armor's blue color complementing his gray skin perfectly. He leaned on the doorway with his muscular arms crossed, "I thought I said not to bother me Sirius.", Darner said in a hard tone.
His Blue Suns Commander said, "Yes sir. But it's Commander Shepard. She says it's urgent."
Darner was suspicious, "Are you sure it's her?"
"Yes sir. Signal came specially encrypted in Quarian frequency code. Can't be anyone else but her.", Sirius said in his two toned voice.
A smirk crept up on Darner's face, "I'll be damned. So Commander joined up with Wrex after all. Shit, thought she'd kill him first."
The Turian smirked back, "So did I."
Darner's grin got wider, "Does she still look good?"
Sirius nodded, "Doesn't she always? Anyway she's on the com system. You just need to come to the deck and speak to her."
A full hologram of Nova Shepard was waiting for him when he arrived on the deck. Sirius wasn't kidding when he said she looked good. He would definitely remember if her tits were that big before.
Nova ran her eyes along his hard torso and black military pants. She hadn't seen a half naked human man in years. It was…..interesting.
"Darner Vosque, stop staring. Aria was right you are a pig.", Shepard said outwardly.
Darner snorted, "And you see where Aria ended up."
"Please it's not because she didn't sleep with you. Took someone way more powerful than you to bring her down. In any case, I need a mission done. It's extremely important. You work for Wrex and you're in the area."
Darner Vosque pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. He had a feeling this was going to be a lengthy conversation and he wanted a smoke. He stopped Nova, "Wait. What's the pay going to be like first?"
Nova's hologram crossed her arms, "You don't want details first?"
Darner stood there leaning over; he was about to light his cigarette when he said, "Pay is the most important detail. And we deal in straight credits. None of that work for trade shit."
Nova sighed; he was already being difficult and they hadn't even started yet. "You know I'm going to be Khahana soon. No need to treat me like everyone else."
"Yes I know you'll be Khahana, but business is business. Sides I am giving you the benefit of the doubt already. If I treated you like everyone else I'd demand half now, half later. Just to be clear, STRAIGHT CREDITS. Clear Commander?"
"Crystal clear."
"Good. Now I'm listening."
"There is a transport coming near the Skyllian Verge tomorrow. It's going to be in the Alliance Systems so you have to act quickly."
Darner rolled his hard forward signaling her to quicken her story, "We jack transports inside Alliance space all the time; it's not as hard as you think. What cargo do you need?"
"It's a food ration transport, so it's not cargo I need. But rather the information the cargo transport is carrying. "
"So I'm guessing this information is classified if you need it so badly. What the hell is it doing on a food ration transport?"
Nova sighed, "It's complicated. The information on the transport is used to create classified information. It's on all food ration transports but no one but classified personnel know what it's really for. If I have the data, I can compile what I need. So although the information technically isn't classified yet, its still password protected."
"And I'm guessing you don't have the password."
"No I don't. I need you to get password so you can get the information. And another thing, I don't want the drivers killed or harmed."
Darner raised an eyebrow and the cigarette almost fell out of his mouth. She must be joking. This bitch was obviously delusional. "You can't be serious. How are we supposed to get them to talk? If this information is as important as you say, they're not going to give it up easily. And what about witnesses? My men and I don't need C-Sec and Alliance police up our asses."
"That's on you. Just do as I say. If you scare them enough, they won't tell. They're getting paid shit to be there anyway so chances are it won't be that hard. I'm serious Vosque, this is a direct order.", she said sternly in a commander's voice.
He didn't take kindly to choice of words, "I don't like be ordered around Commander."
"If they're dead, you don't get paid!", Nova spat. That he heard loud and clear.
"Fine.", he grumbled, "Now tell me about this information you need."
She then went on to discuss the information in detail.

Thomas whistled along as he piloted the Citadel transport ship. The teenager looked over at the old man next to him. Boden was asleep in the other pilot's chair, snoring loudly. Thomas was still fairly new to the job with only one month in while Boden had twenty years on the job. He was lucky to find work that was actually paying. Since the Reaper Wars there was more than enough work in terms of construction, but the problem was finding work that would actually pay. With the Citadel being broke, it was hard to find a steady paying job.
He was one of the lucky few to find steady pay with Citadel because Boden was a friend of his father. They went way back and were friends for about 20 years now. That being said, he was thankful for the work but he hated the job. He had no idea that driving a food rations ship could be so dangerous. People were starving and desperate people do desperate things.
Sadly, they had to start carrying weapons when they handed out rations. No matter how many times they complained they needed escorts to keep things in order, the Citadel said they didn't have the man power. Their requests were declined due to lack of funds and manpower. The Citadel couldn't pay for transport guards. Furthermore all their resources were going toward squashing the gang wars that were erupting in Citadel space over the missing Asaris' territories.
Nonetheless, the night seemed to be quiet and then something smashed the side of his ship! Had he not been wearing a seatbelt he would have been thrown from the cockpit. Boden jolted awake in his buckled seat and looked around startled.
"What the hell did you hit kid?", Boden yelled.
Thomas was shaking with his hands on the controls, "Nothing, I swear it came from the side!"
Boden unbuckled his belt and stood up hurriedly, "Can't catch a rest for five minutes."
"I swear it wasn't me! Honest!"
Suddenly warning sirens went off in the cockpit, and Boden froze. "What's wrong?", Thomas asked. In all the months he was on this ship, it had never made that sound.
Boden ran to a locker on the other end of the cockpit and grabbed a pulse pistol. The old man swung around and tossed him a pistol as well which he nearly dropped but managed to catch by reflex.
Thomas's face went white, "What the hell are these for?"
"SHHHHH!", the old man said.
He ran to stand next to Thomas again and took a firm stance beside him. The sirens started to die down and finally they went all together. "They cut the security alarm.", Boden whispered.
"WHO? WHO?"
"I don't know kid. But someone's on this ship. Probably pirates." Pirates! He heard stories of things like that happening but he never imagined it would happen to him.
Thomas swallowed hard; he never held a firearm in his life. Boden tossed him a clip which he caught and the old man said, "Look at me. Watch my weapon. Lock and load."
He turned over the pistol and slapped the clip in hard with the ball of his hand. Thomas mimicked the action and raised his pistol to the door at the end of the cabin like Boden. "Ever used one of these before kid?"
Thomas shook his head frantically, "Never."
"Well you'd better learn fast if you want to live through this."

On the other side of the door, a Turian was working on the door. Vosque had a team of his best accompany him. Only a team of four were there; Vosque, Sirius, a Turian tech and an Asari commando. The Turian tech had removed the panels under the door control and snipped the wiring. When the door slid open a shot was fired. However, being trained mercenaries everyone stood clear of the door and no one was scathed.
A stern, steady old voice said, "Listen. We have no money on this transport. Take the food rations and go."
Vosque was still clear of the open door, hiding on one side for cover. He wished he could just shoot the old man, but he wouldn't get paid if he died. Besides he needed the old man alive for that damn password.
The human mercenary leader yelled in his deep voice , "We're not here for the food old man. We want the information you've got on deck. Save yourself the trouble and hand it over. Don't fuck with me!"
The old man was silent and suddenly another voice was heard. "We don't have any information worth stealing!" It was younger, male and more frightened.
"Ashira." The Asari commando in blue suns armor stood across from him. She wore thick gun holsters that held two pistols on each thigh. Not that see needed it, she was deadly without them. "I'm tired of this shit already.", Darner said.
A crazed look filled her blue eyes and evil half smirk graced her beautiful face. "That's funny. Because so am I."
Suddenly she ran to the doorway and the old man fired his pistol again. She avoided the blast easily and thrust her arms forward. A wave of biotic energy flew toward the two ill prepared civilians. The energy blew them off their feet and Boden slammed into the ship's windshield behind him. Blood stained the glass as the back of his head was smashed against the spaceship's glass. Ashira dropped one hand and Boden fell to the floor with dead weight. Then she made a sweeping motion with her other arm, tossing Thomas into a heavy metal wall. He hit it face first, breaking his nose. Both men lay still on the floor, clearly unconscious from the assault.
"Great. Now we have to wait even longer. You always overdo it.", Sirius sneered.
The Asari rolled her eyes, "Fuck you Sirius. The captain knows I don't do anything gentle."
"Hmph. No need to tell me. I know your reputation.", The Turian commander said back.
Vosque had his subordinates tie the two men to chairs directly across from one another. The old man was bleeding from the back of head and the younger one's face was bloodied from his broken nose. Vosque was bored and annoyed and wanted to get the hell off this ship. He slapped both of the men awake hard while he still wore his armored gloves.
The young one yelled a little and spit out blood that had trickled from his nose to his mouth. The older one looked up in a groggy manner due to his head injury.
"Now old man, I need that information. Just give it up."
The old man spit at him and yelled, "Fuck you!"
Vosque punched the man hard in his jaw, hearing it crack. Sirius stood behind him and said, "Remember what the commander said sir."
"Fuck what she says! Ashira already did the damage, might as well take advantage."
Vosque punched Boden in his face hard, causing the old man's head to snap to the side. Boden slumped in his chair and spit blood from his mouth.
"I want the information old man! I'll make you suffer before I kill you!"
Boden looked up and smirked, "I'm old and I've lived my life. I know what you're after and I won't be responsible for handing it over to the likes of you. The only question is how a bunch of mercs know about it. You shouldn't."
Vosque grabbed the slumping old man by the hair and wretched his head up painfully. Then he flared his orange onmi-blade and put it to Boden's throat. The hot weapon began searing Boden's throat as it was lightly pressed into his skin. A small cry came from the old man as he was forced to endure the torture, all the while looking into the mercenary leaders brown emotionless eyes. The smell of singed flesh filled the air as Boden tried to be brave and endure the hell.
"You know what their after? Then just give them what they want, Boden!", Thomas cried loudly.
While Vosque held the omni-blade to Boden's throat, the young Asari with long sharp fingernails began to rake his face lightly. No blood was drawn, but it was still painful and he was scared to death. He heard stories about the Blue Suns; their armor was unmistakable. These people were insane and wasn't about to piss them off. Boden heard Thomas's pleas but did not respond. He kept trying to stare down Vosque who hadn't moved the blade. The mercenary leader knew he couldn't go any further without cutting the man's throat.
"Tell me old man!", he whispered in a seething voice.
"Never. Like I said kill me if you want to. I've made my peace with the Gods already. Like I said I'm old."
Vosque lifted one side of his mouth in a sneer of disgust. All of this nobility crap was making him ill. He just wanted the information so he could get the fuck out of here. He had raided plenty of Citadel transports of all kinds and everyone surrendered or abandoned ship altogether. It's just his luck that he runs across an old man willing to die for his job. Or maybe the man had a death wish. Who the fuck knows.
Darner brought the omni-blade back and rubbed the stubble on his five o' clock shadow, releasing the old man's hair. He stared at the hard old man, trying to think of how to continue. Then an idea came to him.
An manical smirk stretched across his face and he said, "So you don't give a shit if you die huh? (He motioned to Thomas with his head) What about the boy over here?"
An instant of worry flashed in Boden's eyes but it quickly disappeared. So that was it. The weak spot. He must care for this kid in some way. He was tired of fucking around and he wanted to be done with this. He had a long journey to New Tuchanka and wanted to start heading there as soon as possible. He turned to Ashira who was still standing next to Thomas; she was telling him how cute he was. She was now raking her nails through his scalp cruelly, making it bleed. Thomas twisted in the chair in a futile attempt to escape her claws.
"Ashira, quit fucking around. Take the boy's ear off."
"Dear Gods NO. PLEASE DON'T!", Thomas cried as he tried to escape the chair which restrained him.
The evil Asari smirked and flared her own omni-blade. She grabbed the tip of his ear cruelly and pulled on it hard, before she swung her blade. In one swipe she took Thomas's ear off, making him scream in agony. He wouldn't bleed to death; the scorching weapon cauterized the wound instantly. But it was still agonizing.
Tears fell from Thomas's eyes. Blood had filled his injured ear drum and a scalding feeling took over the area where his ear once was. The scratches in his scalp burned and ached relentless and this was just the beginning.
Boden looked up Darner with fury in his face, "Bastard. He's just a kid! He just started; he doesn't know a fucking thing. Leave him alone!", Boden yelled.
"What the fuck do they want Boden?! What's worth dying for?!"
Ashira suddenly straddled Thomas's lap, her omni blade still open. She rubbed the tip of the blade across his chest, causing his shirt to shred. The young transport pilot screamed loudly and the Asari licked her lips like it was music to her ears.
She then grabbed his face and forced him to look at her, "Oh you know what our leader is after boy. Even if you don't think so, you know. Tell me what do you do when you hand out food rations?"
Thomas looked in her hollow eyes fearfully, "Hand out food."
Suddenly she stabbed the tip of the omni-blade in his chest, just enough to cover the tip in flesh and began to twist. "Don't get smart with me little boy! I'll cut you to pieces before I decide to fucking bury you."
As she twisted the blade, a small hole began to hollow out in his chest. Muscles could even be seen."AHHHHHH", Thomas screamed in agony.
Boden couldn't take it anymore, "Why don't you try that on me you bitch?! Come on!"
The Asari was still straddling Thomas and she leaned backwards like a gymnast somewhat gracefully, removing the blade from Thomas's chest. She looked at Boden upside down and said, "I would old man but that heart of yours would give out before I'm through and then we wouldn't get any answers to begin with."
She pulled her body upward again and stared at Thomas again, enjoying the fear in eyes as she waved the orange omni-blade back and forth in his face. "Now I'll ask you again. What do you do when you hand out food rations?"
Thomas tried to gain his composure and wished he could wipe the tears from his blue eyes. He said in a quivering voice, "We take a census. That way the Citadel knows how much food needs to be rationed out."
She smirked and leaned in, "That's right. But it has another purpose. They use it to construct top secret information."
Thomas looked at Ashira, " I don't understand."
Vosque took the lead, "Everyone has to eat right? So what better way to find out how many people on each world than a food ration transport. There is no food, so if you want to eat you have no choice but to be tallied in the food ration transport. They know exactly how many soldiers are stationed where and the same goes for civilians. They know exactly how many families there are, they know every person down to their sex, age, health and marital status. They tell you it's because they want to know how many families and soldiers they have to feed. But what they don't tell you is they use it to create emergency defense plans. If there is ever a threat, they know exactly how many soldiers are where and how many civilians they have to form a civilian militia. They know exactly how many healthy adult men and women they can throw into combat if the situation requires it."
Thomas took it all in and it dawned on him, "You want to know many soldiers and civilians are in the colonies. You could do anything with that information."
Boden interrupted and said to Darner, "And its top secret. High in Citadel government. I was only told because they wanted me to purge the information if we were captured. Didn't have the chance. How do you know this?!"
Darner replied, "Think about it old man, you already said it! Someone high in Citadel government is involved. So if we kill you here, no one will come looking. No one will say a fucking word. You know what I came for! So give me the information and I'll be on my way."
Boden was quiet for a while and said, "No."
The Blue Suns leader had it! The two transport pilots had been badly beaten and as far as he was concerned he was going easy on them. Now it was time to get serious. He pulled out his omni-blade again and angrily walked over to Thomas.
He pulled Ashira off his lap and raised the blade over his head. The boy nearly bit his own tongue off when Vosque stabbed the omni-blade deep in his kneecap. Thomas screamed as the flesh was scorched and began to rip apart. He felt himself passing in and out of consciousness. Vaguely there was a feeling of blood pooling around his feet; it dripped from the part of the wound that hadn't been cauterized.
When Darner pulled the blade back, Thomas's knee was a mess. He could feel his leg hanging by small tendons and Thomas felt cold suddenly. He couldn't breathe and he started to shake.
Boden had broken down; it was his turn to cry while he shook his head back and forth and whispered, "Shit kid. I'm sorry. So sorry."
Vosque turned to Boden, "See old man. Look what you've done! He's going into shock now. If you told me from the start, none of this would've happened. But you still got time. If you get him treatment right away, he can get fitted for biotics. So I'll give you two choices now. You can be stubborn and I cut his other leg off. I'll lock you here for days and with no treatment, the boy will need a chair for the rest of his life and that's if he doesn't bleed to death first. OR YOU CAN STOP BEING STUPID AND GIVE THE FUCKING INFORMATION AND PASSWORD SO I CAN GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE."
"How can I be sure you won't kill us anyway?", the old man said.
Darner stomped over and grabbed the old man by his white hair and wretched his head back painfully. He then leaned down to stare in his face and said in a treacherous tone, "Because if I kill you, I don't get paid. If I don't come back with the information, I don't get paid. So it doesn't benefit me to kill you. But if I had to go through all this shit for nothing, I'll kill you to make up for it since I won't get paid anyway. Get me?"
Boden nodded and proceeded to instruct Darner in how to get what he came for.

Hours later
In the mess hall of the large mercenary ship, an Asari with strips of clothing barely covering her was dancing around Darner's mercenary crew. Everyone was drunk and preparing to travel for a month. Their food was well stocked as well their weapons and alcohol. Ashira laughed as she pulled the young woman that shared her race to the side and laid a heavy kiss on her. Ashira was the only woman in the outfit but she wasn't the one to fuck with.
Sirius and Darner were in the mess hall of their large ship, getting drunker than they needed to be. Darner took a chug out of his tall glass of straight vodka and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
His Turian commander started mixing a drink and Darner yelled, "Come on! You're not going to drink that are you?"
"What?", Sirius asked as he mixed a tall glass of half vodka with half whiskey.
"And you drink it warm? I would be hurling my fucking insides out if I drank that."
Sirius smirked and chuckled darkled, "That's because humans have weak stomachs."
"Fuck you. Humans have low tolerance for shit that'll kill you. Don't call that weak."
Sirius finished mixing his drink and sat across from Darner, "You know Commander Shepard isn't going to be happy about those two."
"What? They're alive."
"Yes, but they're in pretty bad shape."
"And?! We got what we came for. The men aren't dead so they won't show up as D.O.A. in any logs. She won't know; what we don't tell her won't kill her."
"Do you think the Alliance will believe the story about the hijack?"
"Don't know and don't care. They just better make it convincing, otherwise….", Darner trailed off.
Sirius snorted, "In any case, why do you think we're headed to New Tuchanka? We could just send the information. Wire it to some Geth and they would instantly have it."
Vosque slammed down his glass, "That's what I've been thinking about too. Seems like a waste of fuel to me. Don't know why she wants us there and she's being real secretive about it. How do you feel about it? I don't trust it."
Sirius took a drink of his vodka and whiskey concoction and said, "We don't trust anybody. Anyway, as long as she's not trying to kill us, I'm in favor. Things have been lame out here. C-Sec is chasing their tails looking for Jona and Aria, who both dead and decaying as we speak. The small time gangsters trying to take over only exist because it's convenient right now. Since we're letting them gain recognition to keep C-Sec busy there isn't much to do. So I say, why not have a trip? As long as they keep us adequately….entertained for our trouble."
Darner smirked, "No need to worry about that, I've heard good things on that end. Anyway, you think any of this has to do with that whole thing with human women?"
Sirius shook his head, "I still think that's bullshit. It doesn't make any sense. As many human women as I've had, I've never gotten any pregnant. And that because we're two different species! It doesn't make any fucking sense! Anyway, we won't know until we get there."
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