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CSV Virtue	By : Gallendro Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 5351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay first I'd like to apologize for the length of time since the last update. I have no excuses to offer other than I am inherently lazy and forget what I should be doing constantly. That being said, so how'd you like Chapter 2? It was my first attempt at putting down a sex scene from my head. This chapter is my first attempt at putting an action scene down on paper, so to speak. Thank you for the over 700 hits, I know that isn't the number of total readers but it still tells me there are a lot of you who check back here often as the number rises daily. Please leave a review if you get the chance, one of my favorite authors; Stackpole to be exact, when he was writing his Battletech series he would often auction off for charity the usage of the winner's name in one of his books as an important though secondary character. I have taken that idea for my own. No there won't be any auctions, since my main charity currently is myself and that would just be wrong to do here. Instead one of my readers will notice his AFF screen name used. It was just my way of thanking him for leaving a REVIEW (hint hint.).
Anyways, once again; I DO NOT OWN any of the Mass Effect Universe, I DO NOT make any money off of this and do not expect to. The characters of this story are my own creation but the universe they interact with belongs to EA and BioWare.
Thank You and Enjoy.
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Chapter 3: First Catch of the Day

It has been two weeks since the CSV Virtue began her maiden deployment from the Citadel and in that time the ship’s boarding parties had boarded and inspected five freighters in the Crescent Nebula and how now moved to the Shadow Sea star cluster. Captain Patrick Bahadur walked slowly around the holographic galaxy map that made up the center of the command deck; it currently was showing the passive sensor data they had collected over the last 12 hours. On a shortened loop-replay, Patrick was able to study the movements of everything they had detected in the hopes of detecting something that would lead them to their next contact. Now in orbit around the world of Venture, which Patrick had chosen to search today simply because the name of the planet might give illegal thoughts to any entrepreneur out to make a few thousand quick credits. A call from one of the sensor stations shook him from his attention of the system map, “Sir I think I’ve found something,” as Patrick came to the technician’s side she continued, “Right here sir, a spike in the planet’s magnetic field just on the edge of the atmosphere.” Peering over her shoulder he saw what she meant, however they couldn’t call it something definitive just yet. “Very well, classify this target as Papa Three-One and start to track it as best you can. Officer of the Deck reverse course and take her over the upper pole of the planet, we might should intercept it there and maybe even get a few cross-bearings on those readings to firm up our tracking solution.” When the OOD had repeated the orders and acknowledged them he communicated the course change to the pilot on the flight deck, who in turn repeated the orders, as she gave the necessary computer commands to change direction. “Good work Silanus,” Patrick said to the sensor tech as he moved back to his terminal on the back side of the galaxy map display, punching a button he opened a comm-line to his Executive Officer, “Neela we’re tracking a possible contact up here, get a boarding party ready. It’s your turn to lead them this time, take the geth with you. Has it picked a name yet?” “Yes sir, it said it would like to be identified as Sherlock. Apparently someone told it the old human joke about Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson on a camping trip,” replied Lieutenant Commander Neela V’Sola, his asari second-in-command. With a quick snort as a laugh Patrick said, “Sherlock it is then, I’ll let you know more as we firm up this contact.”
Neela pulled up a roster of the boarding party crew Neela chose the four that she wanted to accompany her to the possible contact and made her way down to the armory to kit up. When she walked into the space three of them were already there strapping on their armor and checking their weapons. Neela ran through what she knew of them as she stripped off the overalls she had been wearing while working in the main battery and put on the bodysuit that was worn under her armor plates. Detective-Sergeant Macready was already suited up and was watching over the others as they finished, the folded stock of his assault rifle peaking over his right shoulder and pistol holstered on his hip. Officer-Corporals Fahas and Greenstreet were slapping fresh thermal clips into their rifles and stowing them in their places as well. The asari and human respectively looked young but were already veterans in dealing with criminal activity per C-Sec regulations prior to being assigned to shipboard duties. Ensuring the final seal on her armor was seated Neela loaded and holstered her two preferred weapons, a Tempest submachine gun and a Carnifex heavy pistol. “Sherlock will be going along with us on this trip Sergeant, have you seen it?” she asked as she turned to the rest of the squad. “Yes ma’am he was just leaving here when we showed up. He said he would be checking the shuttle’s sensors while he waited for us,” was the sergeant’s reply. “Captain to Boarding Party, report to the shuttle bay and stand to, we’re coming over the planet’s pole and will be attempting to make contact with Papa 31 momentarily,” came over the ship’s announcement circuit. “Let’s go people. On our way Sir,” Neela responded.
It only took a few minutes for the ship to cross over the planet’s crown on an intercept course. “Sensors go active and find that contact,” Patrick ordered while watching the ever updating display in front of him. Sensor Technician Silanus flipped a switch on her console sending forth a wave of invisible energy that immediately bounced back and reported a solid contact before them. “Papa 31 confirmed as a Tai’nah-class freighter bearing 315 mark 38 relative. At current course and speed we will cut across his bow in ten minutes and 12 seconds Captain.” “Ensign open a channel to them,” Patrick ordered to his yeoman/communications officer. “Tai’nah-class freighter off my port bow, this is the C-Sec Vessel Virtue. Please transmit your itinerary and manifest for verification.” After five long minutes Patrick heard a beep and turned to his Comms officer as she began studying the information sent by the freighter. “Sir this file is very corrupted and has large gaps missing in their recent itinerary, there is something very wrong about it. The only part of this that I would be willing to believe is the vessel’s current name, Gai’Tano. They must be up to no good,” Ensign Vanus reported. With a nod Patrick addressed the freighter again, “Freighter Gai’Tano, heave to and stand by to be boarded and inspected by C-Sec personnel to verify your information. Captain and crew to assemble at the airlock, failure to comply will result in my firing into your engines. Acknowledge.” A distinctly batarian voice came back over the radio, “Acknowledged C-Sec, we will be ready and waiting.” Turning from the holo-display Patrick told his Comms officer, “Send that data and the conversation to the Boarding Party. I’m going down to the armory then cargo bay.” Exiting the elevator he saw the officers gathered near the shuttle and reviewing the information as he made his way to the armory. Quickly suiting up into his own armor and clipping his pistol and kukri to his armor, Patrick unpacked his preferred rifle. The Harrier was essentially a redesigned Mattock rifle, though fully automatic as opposed to the original model’s semi-auto his Harrier had an improved recoil stability damper and a larger caliber barrel installed. Latching it to his back plate he sent a message to the off-duty boarding party members to report to the armory and stand by.
When Neela V’Sola saw her captain exit the armory ready for action she fully expected him to assert his authority and take command of this inspection. However as he approached he waved away her fears and said, “Be careful over there XO, the way this contact is acting is lighting up all sorts of warning lights in my head about them. Be ready for anything. I’ll assemble Team 2 here and be ready to back you up if you need us. Good luck.” “Yes sir, we’ll take care of this,” she responded. With that Patrick entered the elevator and returned to the command deck. “Okay Sergeant, let’s load up and get ready to go."
Fifteen minutes later Neela looked out the viewport of the shuttle to see the hull of the Gai’Tano slowly slide past as their shuttle approached and docked with the freighter’s airlock ring. When the door signaled its equalized pressure and atmosphere Team 1 readied there weapons in case they met with a hostile reception. As the door irised open their concerns were momentarily dispersed by the sight of the Batarian captain and his crew gathered across from the open airlock in a mixture of stances, some sitting and some leaning against a bulkhead all with a scowl or look of disgust on their faces. “Welcome aboard officers what seems to be the problem? We haven’t done anything illegal have we?” said the Batarian who seemed to be in charge. Placing their weapons back to their stowed positions Neela responded, “Well captain the information you sent was quite corrupted, so naturally we are concerned and feel the need to verify it personally. These officers will need two of your crew to escort and assist them in the cargo bay for their inspection. You and the remainder of your crew will remain here while we discuss your lack of proper record keeping.” Pointing to two of his crew the captain sent them on their way aft. “I apologize officer for any discrepancies in my records but as you can see this is a very old vessel and its systems do not cooperate at times,” the Batarian commented with a sly grin.
Sergeant Macready sent his team and the escorts through the hatchway that lead to the cargo bay, one of the batarian crew leading the way with the other one in the middle of the inspection team. With a wave of his hand Macready gestured to just keep moving along until he said to stop. The veteran sergeant stopped them all at random points and pointed to containers to be opened and scanned but found nothing for nearly twenty minutes, but it was when he had them turn a corner to go down a corridor between a stack of containers when the day got really interesting. The narrow corridor had forced them into a single file, Private Greenstreet was leading with Corporal Fahas following him, then came one of the batarian crewmen followed by Sergeant Macready who had allowed the other crewmen behind him with the geth, Sherlock bringing up the rear. Suddenly two figures stepped out from either side of the far end of the corridor and opened fire with assault rifles, their rounds pummeling Private Greenstreet screaming to the ground with a bleeding thigh wound. Turning about for the expected attack on their rear Macready felt his arms being pinned to his sides as the crewman who was now behind him wrapped him in a bear hug and tried to throw the big sergeant to the ground. Reaching behind and between them Macready gripped the shotgun stowed at his back, shifted the aim slightly and pulled the trigger. The huge blast echoing in the tight confines of the corridor as it ripped through the belly of the batarian crewman and threw him back against a container to slide messily to the floor. Meanwhile Corporal Fahas had thrown a singularity towards the two gunmen at the far end to pull them helplessly from around the corners they had retreated to so as to reload. As they were pulled against their will into the small sucking void they floated in an orbit around each other. Fahas called on them to drop their weapons and surrender but when the human started to bring his weapon to bear once again the corporal shot them both twice, center of mass. Dismissing the singularity field she advanced to where they lay keeping them under her gun to check on their status, both dead. Once she saw they were no longer a threat she went to Private Greenstreet’s side to assess his condition, applying medi-gel to his thigh to hopefully stop the bleeding. Looking at his feet Macready noticed the other crewman from their escort, unconscious with a large welt growing on his forehead between the upper pair of eyes. “Good work Sherlock,” he commended the geth. “Contact. Three Tango’s down, one subdued. Private Greenstreet down with a leg wound assessing for further wounds. Commander be careful, I’m sending Sherlock to your position now,” Macready radioed to Team Leader. With a wave of his arm and a nod of his head the sergeant sent Sherlock back to the airlock area to assist Neela.
Meanwhile Neela had been haranguing the captain about his shoddy recordkeeping and trying to find out where he his last port of call had been when she heard the call from Sergeant Macready. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the movement of a crewman’s hand to a hidden weapon and raised a biotic barrier around herself just in time to ward off the fusillade of bullets from all six of the remaining crew. “One chance, put your weapons down and your hands behind your head,” she warned them. It didn’t surprise her that they continued firing into her shield in an attempt to deplete its protection. “I gave you fair warning,” Neela said as she balled her fist before slapping her hand palm down on the deck detonating the biotic field with enough force to throw her opponents back. As she stood back up she crossed her arms and grasped the grips of weapons in each hand, whipping them forcefully from their holsters and pointing them at the rapidly recovering crew. With the telltale clicks of an activating mass accelerator weapon Neela saw that she was now only facing four enemies, two were down and out of the fight one was unconscious from being thrown into a bundle of piping and the other seemed to be propped up facing a coolant pipe until she realized that the blue streak on the side of his face was actually the handle of the valve that the crewman had been thrown face first into. The gruesome sight seemed to lull the others into a pacified state of mind; that is except for one turian who started to bring his pistol up. A single shot from her pistol dropped him to the cold metal floor as well. Just then the sound of Sherlock’s characteristic tread came from the hatchway to the cargo bay followed by the geth appearing and aiming his weapon at the captain and his remaining crew.
Back on the Virtue, Captain Bahadur cursed at the first sounds of gunfire, “Shit, Team Two report to the shuttle bay. Ensign Vanus you have the deck and the conn I’m leading Team Two over to the freighter.” A thankfully short elevator trip later Patrick jogged over to the shuttle as the last of Team Two was piling in and boarded before giving the order to take off. Reaching the freighter the shuttle piggy-back docked to the first shuttle that was still attached to the Gai’Tano’s airlock. Dropping down into the first shuttle from their own Patrick led his team on board the freighter and sent two of them to follow Sherlock to assist his wounded officer before directing the others to secure the prisoners and conduct them to the first shuttle. “Virtue this is the Captain, have a security detail stand by in the cargo bay to conduct the prisoners to individual holding cells. Also inform Doctor Jaludin that she will have some patients to deal with shortly and that three stretchers will be needed when we return,” he radioed as he made way for the wounded Greenstreet, supported between the shoulders of Fahas and Macready. The prisoners were quickly all secured at the wrists and ankles and loaded into the first shuttle. “Right someone go undock Shuttle Two from One and allow Shuttle One to return to the Virtue with the prisoners and wounded. I want Shuttle Two to return to the Virtue and bring back a scanning crew to find out just what these people were hiding.” As one of Team Two climbed back up into Shuttle One Patrick turned to his executive officer, “Good Work Neela, once the scanning crew arrives we’ll start a detailed search. This is still your operation so I will stay out of your way. This is your bust Neela, good work.”
It took three hours to complete the search where they found two tons of red sand and five hundred kilos of eezo hidden in various containers. Staci had managed to hack into the ship’s computer and download every scrap of information it held to be gleaned for as much information as possible about the ship’s crew, where the contraband had come from and where it was supposed to have been going. A medical team had come over to secure the bodies of the crew who had been killed and placed them in the ship’s freezer; they would be handed over to the local hospital morgue for identification and notification of next of kin. Sergeant Macready was put in charge of three other officers as a prize crew and given his orders to take the aging freighter to Illium to be impounded and assessed for value for prize money. After removing their armor and weapons in the armory to be cleaned and readied for the next time they might be needed, Patrick and his XO stood outside the observation windows looking into the medical bay as Jaludin the ship’s Salarian doctor and science officer finished treating the ugly head wound of the injured batarian smuggler. Off to one side lay Private Greenstreet resting relatively comfortably with his thigh swathed in bandages and a crisscrossing of angry red lacerations across his chest and arms. Farther down the bank of windows and with a better view of the sleeping Greenstreet stood Technician Silanus, the sharp-eyed sensor operator who had detected the freighter to begin with. Patrick watched her from the corner of his eye as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other quite often and hugged her arms around her chest. Clearly she was worried but for whom, glancing back and forth between the two enlisted C-Sec officers Patrick knew what was happening. Touching Neela’s elbow he gathered her with him and entered the medical bay, “All finished Doctor? How’s everyone coming along?” he asked. The Salarian secured the final bandage around the unconscious smuggler’s head before turning to answer, “Just fine Captain, my three patients will make full recoveries. This one had a very ugly wound and will end up with some ugly scarring. The other batarian merely has a slight concussion so I’ve already released him to be confined. Finally Private Greenstreet over here lost a moderate amount of blood from his thigh wound but should be up and cleared for duty in a week, two at most.” With a curious look Patrick pointed to the crisscrossed cuts across the private’s body, “What happened with these then?” “Ahh his wounds are very interesting those wounds. The best that I can surmise is that after his shields failed the incoming rounds pierced his armor in several places. However by a stroke of luck on the private’s part only the two rounds that entered his thigh did any serious damage, it seems that the remaining rounds pierced his armor but were deflected and followed the contours of the armor plates, leaving these lacerations across his skin,” Doctor Jaludin explained. “Well lucky Greenstreet then, I’m sure he’ll enjoy telling stories about his new scars. Can he receive visitors Doctor?” “Of course, though they should be limited to sitting at his bedside, none of those silly machismo antics you soldiers are fond of. Fist-bumping, chest pounding, and such like that. It would be very bad for the patient.” With a barely suppressed grin Patrick nodded, “Oh of course Doctor, none of that nonsense at all.” Pointing to Silanus through the window he motioned for her to enter. Looking very nervous now and almost as if she had been caught by a parent shaving the family puppy Tech Silanus entered and came closer. “Doctor would you please explain the extent of the Private’s wounds and your prognosis with the young lady here. Silanus you did an outstanding job today, have a seat here next to Greenstreet while the good doctor explains,” the Captain said as he took Neela whose face had a half confused, half scowl look on it. “XO we have some reports to start, come along.” As the medical bay doors shut behind them Patrick saw a look of relief flood across Silanus’ face as the doctor spoke to her.
Neela followed her commanding officer to a sit at a table in the corner of the mess decks away from the few crewmen who were finishing their dinners. Sitting down across from the asari Patrick said, “Now I’m quite sure you’ve noticed that myself and the crew who followed me from the Dagger have quite a rapport going amongst us. I’ve observed, thankfully, that the Daggers have not held their camaraderie against their new shipmates. However I have seen and heard clues that quite possibly could lead to friction amongst them as this deployment moves on, and it has only been nearly a month so far. I will be issuing an order shortly that I hope will ease this growing tension and make it easier for the two crews to work together and mesh into the single crew of hard charging law enforcement officers that we need on this ship. The Daggers have lived with this order and most likely have been expecting it soon. They will be able to explain to the crew what my order will mean and how best to live with it. Now, grab some coffee or better yet get a glass of wine from the lounge and work up a rough draft of your incident report then give it to Ensign Vanus and she’ll work it up with lots of pretty words and turn it into a wonder of words to transmit to the Citadel.” With that said he stood up from the table and filled one of the thick red plastic cups known to naval eating establishments for centuries and left Neela to herself.
Neela sat at the table, somewhat bewildered for a few moments before rising and heading towards the lounge, she was sure that some wine was going to be needed for her to understand her new captain’s strange comments about new orders and crew integrity. She entered her quarters across the passageway from the captain’s after deciding that having the bottle readily at hand would be easier than making multiple trips to the lounge to refill her glass. Seating herself at her desk she began inputting the necessary information into a blank incident report form, detailing everything that she knew had happened from the moment the shuttle had docked with the Gai’Tano until the time she had given Sergeant Macready his orders to proceed to Illium. Her omni-tool as well as her terminal’s inbox had beeped the receipt of a message though she waited until her report was completed before opening it. Sending the report to Ensign Vanus’ inbox Neela refilled her wine and opened the latest message, as expected it was a ship wide message to the crew…his new orders.
TO: Crew of the CSV Virtue
FROM: Commanding Officer, CSV Virtue
SUBJ: Addition to Captain’s Standing Orders and relaxation of established C-Sec protocol
Shipmates, I know that this deployment, though still in its infancy, will be difficult for many of you. I have experienced before the stress and tension that you will be feeling in the upcoming months. Therefore I am issuing the following order that the established C-Sec protocol against fraternization amongst the crew will be relaxed while aboard this ship. However before you all attempt to turn our home into a space bound den of debauchery this order comes with the following provisions:
1. No public displays of affection, flirting, or nudity while on duty. You still have a job to do here.
2. Use protection, if applicable. We do not need little babies running around the ship, there are firearms and other hazards that they might get into.
3. No random streaking through the ship.
4. Be considerate of your shipmates, no drunken orgies in the lounge or other common areas. Do not be forcing your roommates to sleep on the chairs or couches in the mess decks or lounge because you and your partner did not give them fair warning.
5. Any problems that arise from failed pairings or friendships will be resolved by the CO and XO with the objective to maintain the safe and effective operation of the ship to take priority.
If you have any questions about this relaxation of protocol feel free to ask myself or other crewman late of the CSV Dagger.
Patrick Bahadur, Captain CSV Virtue

Taking a sip of her wine as she sat back into her chair Neela was only partially surprised at the captain’s announcement and to be perfectly honest with herself, part of her had been hoping something like this would come along. Most asari took offense when you called their mono-gendered race highly promiscuous or as she had overheard in her maiden days, slutty blue fuck machines. The turian who had voiced that opinion had quickly lost consciousness and she had lost her job. She had caught the next transport back to Thessia and joined the commandos as soon as she had landed and since then her sexual conquests had been limited to quick lust-filled trysts in empty barracks rooms, alleyways, rarely visited areas of ships, and other low traffic areas her and her partners could manage to find yet still held the potential excitement of being discovered. Neela sent a command from her terminal to the view screen on her wall as she moved to one of the three upholstered chairs gathered around a small table that were in her quarters in place of the sofa that she knew her captain had. She felt somewhat childish whenever she indulged herself with this guilty pleasure of hers that she had for the last several decades. As the music of the opening credits began to softly fill the room, Neela pushed her chair a little farther back so as to comfortably rest her feet up on the table. ‘Fleet and Flotilla’ was one of the longest running extranet novella programs, though they had constantly changed main characters and plot lines it was still the same mediocre acting and over indulgence of the story’s turian-quarian love affairs and the random aliens that came into their lives. Sappy really but she just couldn’t turn away from it after her first viewing it, she had even searched back to the shows beginnings and caught herself up on every episode. The quarian characters were her favorite, male and female both excited her with the air of mystery that naturally came with hearing their slightly synthesized voices and the glowing eyes behind their masks that constantly hinted at something beautifully exotic. Also the environment suits that all quarians used to wear and even now many still do, the way they hugged the wearer’s body they hinted at a sensual and erotic body and yet kept everything hidden from actual sight. There had been many nights that she had pleasured herself with the mental images of a suit-clad quarian slowly peeling of his or her suit before ravishing her; her hands taking the place of the fantasy partner’s, her fingers touching herself where she imagined they would place their fingers, their lips, or their tongue. As she remembered those times Neela was not surprised to open her eyes and see half of the program had elapsed on the screen as well as one of her hands was slowly tracing lines up and down her torso, across her belly and up between her full breasts before circling first the left nipple and then the one on the right. Taking a deep breath she let out a long and contented sigh as she lowered the front zipper of her jumpsuit and with her right hand grasped her left breast cupping it from underneath before rubbing her thumb across the nipple and feeling the little nub harden as she teased it. Feeling the electric like shock of sensation course through her body at the touch of her thumb Neela knew that she needed release before she would be able to get to sleep tonight; as late and as exhausted as she was, the asari was certain that she would not be able to sleep if the thoughts coursing through her head remained any longer. Placing her wineglass on the floor to the side of the chair Neela lowered the opening in her jumpsuit all the way to her crotch before slipping her left hand inside to tease the area around her azure through the panties she wore. She reflexively tightened her muscles and moved her hips into her own hand as she rubbed her fingers to either side of her labia before teasing them up and down between her blue folds, the fabric of her underwear soaking through with her juices.
“Lieutenant Commander V’Sola, the Armorer requires your assistance in the ship’s armory,” Staci’s ever calm voice came through the overhead speakers in Neela’s quarters. Jumping slightly in surprise Neela almost slipped to the floor between the chair and table before quickly bracing herself on the arms of the chair. Dropping her feet to the floor and standing Neela growled to the ceiling, “What could he possibly need me for at this time of night Staci?” “It seems that he was using your Tempest submachine gun in a training demonstration for his subordinates and damaged it somewhat,” Staci replied. With a sigh of frustration Neela asked in confusion, “What could he possibly have done that he needs my help right now?” Without a hint of concern in her voice Staci informed the officer, “He was test firing the weapon after being reassembled from cleaning and when ejecting the spent thermal clip did not notice that it hadn’t fully cleared the bolt chamber. The Armorer set the weapon down without checking the bolt and began to show on a diagram the different parts of a Tempest to the junior arms technicians, meanwhile the jammed thermal clip continued to heat up before melting through the bolt and exposing the next clips in the magazine to its heat. The build-up of heat from multiple thermal clips has since caused a minor explosion and showered the test fire chamber with shrapnel and spent rounds. No crewmen were injured as they had been outside the test fire chamber at the time of detonation.” With a curse Neela answered, “Tell the Armorer that I will be down there in five minutes and he had better have answers for me that do not involve his lack of intelligence.” “Yes Commander.” She stood there for a moment thinking of all the things her fantasy lover had been about to do with her body before being interrupted, thrusting her hand inside her panties she rubbed herself a few times before dipping a finger deeply into her azure and thrusting in and out of her pussy several times before bringing the finger to her lips to taste herself. After all these years of only having time for herself she had very much learned to enjoy the taste of her own sex juices. With a sigh she put her uniform back into an acceptable condition before stomping off towards the elevator and her appointment to put her blue foot up the turian armorer’s scaly ass.
Unknown to Neela V’Sola, across the hall her commanding officer had watched everything that had occurred with his second-in-command since issuing his new orders. If there were going to be any serious questions to his relaxation of the fraternization protocols they would most certainly come from his executive officer. He had to admit that Jaet had been right when she suspected that Neela probably watched ‘Fleet and Flotilla’ and harbored a deep-seated attraction to either turians or quarians because of it. Of course he had given her the agreed upon reward when she had been proven right, he could still taste her on his lips as Patrick moved into his bedroom. Padding softly around to his side of the bed Patrick slipped between the sheets and settled himself onto his side, one arm crooked under the pillow beneath his head. With a slight movement a thin arm draped itself under his arm and around his chest as the unbelievably soft and smooth skin of his pet cuddled up against his back. “I expect we will have a visitor for breakfast Jaet, so get up early and finish Neela’s report so that I can review it before she comes to talk. You will join us for breakfast as well, in your usual dining attire.” He felt her mouth curl into a slight smile against the back of his shoulder as she acknowledged his instructions with a simple and happy, “Yes Sir.”
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Well that took a long time to write. My biggest hurdle was trying to figure out an interesting way for Neela to react to the new orders, well that and the other biggest hurdle; staying on task. So please read and review and maybe next time you to will be a big burly C-Sec officer in charge of your own prize crew (you will not receive any prize money though.
I use the notion of prize money in my stories for a few reasons:
1) It' would possibly be used as an incentive for C-Sec officers to volunteer for ship duty.
2) I've been reading LOTS of old sailing wars stories, my favorites being the Hornblower series as well as the Aubrey/Maturin series so prize money and boarding actions will have plenty of background ideas to adapt to a new genre. Don't worry, although there will be floggings on the CSV Virtue they will be sexy kinky floggings, not the skin tearing bloody floggings of the old Royal Navy.
3) Prize crews and prize money were a good way to thin out the number of crew on board so as to have yet another reason to have port calls other than just to show off the C-Sec flag; have to pick those crews back up and continue with the mission.
4) Okay now I'm rambling so I'm going to stop, thank you again.
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