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Slaves of Cerberus	By : NakedOwlMan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 138076 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Even with the time it took to record her interview, and the walk to their destination, it was still an hour until the scheduled meeting time when they arrived. So Samara and Allers had found places to sit among the rotting crates and dusty floors of the abandoned warehouse, waiting in quiet anticipation for Lelina's mysterious contact.

While Samara sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed in deep meditation, Allers connected up her floating camera with her omni-tool, using it to project a hovering image of herself so she could adjust her make-up and hair. Never knew when a hot scoop could come up and require her to look her best, after all.

Despite her best efforts, Samara found it difficult to concentrate on the sutras of the Justicar code. It was plainly obvious that they were most likely being lured here by some party or another. And knowing that violence was on the horizon put a tension in her that she had been feeling more and more recently.

Activating her own omni-tool, Samara accessed her extranet messaging software and scrolled through her previously-read messages. Scouring through the mission updates from asari command, and the bits of fan-mail that had been slowly intruding on her inbox ever since Allers had begun broadcasting her exploits for the galaxy to see, Samara found the message she had been searching for and activated it.

"Hello, Mother," came the light female voice from her glowing forearm. The sound of it instantly put a smile on her face. "Got your last message. Glad to see you're still doing well out there. Hope you get a chance to pay a visit to us here soon, though. You know... as part of your duties and all. Anyway, the rebuilding at the monastery here is just about finished. The new Matriarch in charge is really nice, and she says that once everything is settled, I should have no problem getting a permit for a trip outside of the monastery for a week. I was going to suggest we pay a visit to the Citadel, but from the things they're saying on the news, maybe it might be better if we keep our distance from Earth for a while. Still can't believe all those things they've been saying about Commander Shepard. After what she did... the way she saved us both? I can't believe that she would betray the Council like that. Times like these, almost makes you feel like the war never ended. Anyway, good luck with whatever they've got you out there doing, and looking forward to the next time we get to see each other. Love, Falere."

As the message finished, Samara deactivated her omni-tool. It was the third time she had listened to it since it had been sent yesterday, but even after several times it never failed to put her at ease.

She had been so enraptured with listening that she hadn't even noticed Allers's approach. "Your daughter?" the reporter asked.

"Yes," Samara said. "Falere is doing quite well. I had worried, after the loss of her sister, that she would never be able to recover from the horrors of the war. But she is stronger than I ever gave her credit for."

"When are you going to see her again?" Allers asked, her voice soft and genial. Not the voice of a reporter looking for a scoop, but of someone showing genuine interest.

Samara rose up to her feet. "I had planned to take some time away after my previous mission was completed," she said. "This business with Lelina came at... an inopportune time."

"Well, who knows?" Allers said. "The reporter side of me is definitely hoping to see something exciting go down in the next hour or so, but now the human side kinda hopes that nobody shows up and all this can be over and done with."

This brought a wry smile to Samara's face. "Your comment would imply, Miss Allers, that reporters are not humans?"

"Hey, in this business, compassion and sympathy for others can be pretty big liabilities," Allers joked. "But here's hoping that..."

When the voice started playing, Samara thought at first that she had left her omni-tool on, and accidentally opened another audio message. It took a second for her to realize that the loud, booming voice was coming from above.

"CITIZENS OF OMEGA! THIS IS THE VOICE OF KA'HAIRAL BALAK! AND I AM HERE TODAY, AS THE NEW RULER OF THIS STATION, TO DISCUSS YOUR LIBERATION!"

Samara and Allers exchanged a glance. Whatever was going on, it definitely sounded like a peaceful end to their mission on Omega was out the window.

* * *

"Like so many of you, I still have disturbing memories from the war against the Reapers," Balak's voice boomed into the microphone that had been placed at what was formerly Aria's desk. "I watched as my people were killed and enslaved by those horrible creatures. But today, I am here to tell you about an even bigger threat to our lives and well-beings. A threat that many of you have ignored for too long. This threat is worse than anything that the Reapers and all of their horrible creations could ever bring to bear. This threat would enslave you and destroy you just as sure as the Reapers would. I am speaking, of course, about humans!"

Sitting at the set of control panels nearby, watching all of the many systems running across Omega and ensuring that Balak's message was being broadcast across the entire station, Garka fought the urge to roll his eyes. Not that he'd ever say it directly to the new king of Omega's face, but he really didn't buy into this whole anti-humanity speil of his. It wasn't that he liked humans, really. But he didn't share Balak's single-minded hatred of their species.

But when the mysterious people that had aided Balak's push to overthrow Omega had contacted him, offering him a chance to help Balak take charge and remove Aria from power, Garka had been quite eager to join. Not for the chance to punish humans, or even to get rid of Aria. But simply because being the right-hand of the ruler of Omega, rather than one of Aria's many over-worked, under-appreciated minions, had a much greater appeal to him. And probably meant a lot more credits and power for him in the end.

"For too long, humanity has deceived you," Balak ranted into the mic. "Convinced you that they were our allies, our comrades. But I bring this message, not just to my fellow batarians, but to every other species. Salarian and asari, turian and krogan. Quarian, drell, vorcha... to every last one of you. I have seen how humans will deceive you. How they will convince you they care about your well-being, only to stab you in the back. You've seen it yourself: the so-called human hero, Commander Shepard. Look at how she has turned on you. She was supposed to unite us all, but as soon as you had all served your purpose in defeating the Reapers, she has declared all of you her enemies. And if this supposed savior, this paragon of humanity could do something like that to us... who's to say that the human standing next to you right now wouldn't be capable of the same?"

From his control station, Garka watched the many camera feeds across the station. Many of Omega's residents were looking up at the loudspeakers in their area, seeming confused at the sudden announcement. On quite a few camera feeds, however, Garka saw the Omega citizens going about their normal business, ignoring the booming voice from above. No doubt they thought this was all some kind of sick joke, or a crazy hacker hijacking the station's announcement system that would soon be swiftly dealt with by Aria. Ah, well. They would have their illusions shattered soon enough.

Despite taking the risk of killing Gavorn and the Patriarch, and officially throwing his lot in with Balak, Garka hadn't been certain at first that it was all going to work. He had shuffled nervously when he had installed the software that had been sent to him just the day before. But as soon as he had uploaded the virus into the Omega systems, it had worked exactly as promised: all of the numerous control functions and surveillance monitors of the station had immediately been opened up for access, the access codes blanked and ready for him to reset. Within less than a minute, the virus had given him full control of every aspect of Omega, from the power to the oxygen supply, right down to the smallest little detail. It was almost too much for him to take in at once.

But there was one thing that was bothering him. There seemed to be some sort of glitch in the system, where every so often one of the cameras would deactivate itself without being prompted to. Garka would have been more worried if it happened more frequently, or in areas more in need of constant surveillance. But it was mostly in relatively unimportant maintenance areas, and usually just for a minute or so at a time. Probably just a bug with the virus, Garka thought to himself. Doubt it's anything to worry about.

"So, for the benefit of my fellow batarians, and for all of the other races on this station, I have taken control of Omega in order to remove the threat that this enemy poses to us. To the non-humans on this station, you will have nothing to fear. You will live your lives exactly as you have before, free and unafraid. But to the humans who make their homes here, I have this message: for entirely too long, you have believed that you were the rulers of this galaxy. That all other races were here to serve you, to exist and prosper at your whim. Well, no longer. From now on, all humans on this station exist only to serve us. We are the masters now, and you humans... you are now our slaves. Resist and you will be punished. Surrender, and you will be allowed to continue living. But as nothing more than animals. Servants that your betters will make use of as we see fit. If this doesn't sound appealing to you... well, maybe you'll appreciate how it has felt for us ever since you showed your hideous faces in this galaxy and attempted to claim it all for your own."

Watching all of the camera terminals for any sign of dissent or rioting from the humans about to be subjugated, Garka wondered how much longer Balak planned to keep ranting like this.

If he had been more attentive, perhaps Garka would have noticed the pale, almost-invisible gas that had begun seeping out of the nearby ventilation duct.

* * *

They were about halfway to the spaceport when the voice came out over the PA. Some guy named Balak, ranting about the inferiority of humans and how he was in charge now. Gianna didn't pay it any mind, focused on getting to her ship as soon as possible, but then she heard the screams.

"Back," she hissed to Delston, pushing the turian around a corner and following him out of sight. Poking her head around the corner, she saw several Blue Suns mercenaries at the door of a residence. Their guns were in their hands, as one of their number coldly dragged a human woman out of the residence.

"You can't do this!" the woman screamed, struggling against the grip of the batarian mercenary that had her as he pulled her out into the street. "This is my home!"

"Not anymore," one of the other Blue Suns mercs, a tall and angry-looking turian. "By order of the new ruler of Omega, Ka'hairal Balak, all human citizens of Omega will now immediately forfeit all property and rights. You are hereby sentenced to be detained in a temporary holding facility, until your new assignment as an Omega slave can be determined."

The woman looked horrified. "Slave? Are you people crazy?" She looked around at the crowd that had started to gather. "Please, help me!"

Several of the crowd, all of them aliens, looked agitated at what was happening. One of them, a furious krogan, took a step in the direction of the mercs and their captive. The blue-armored mercs turned their weapons in his direction, and the krogan paused.

"You bastards are no better than Cerberus," the krogan growled. "Thought after the war we'd be past this shit. I don't know who this Balak is, but he's not going to get away with this."

"We're not here for you, krogan," the turian merc said. "But if you force us, we will open fire. All we're here for are the humans, that's it."

Gianna watched this with her fingers gripping the side of the building. This wasn't good at all. If some anti-human shitbird managed to take control of Omega... there'd be no way she'd make it to the docking bay in one piece. Even if she managed to dodge the mercs, they'd probably have the spaceports locked down tight. This simple retrieval mission was starting to get a lot more complicated.

She'd be so intent on the scene in front of her, the screams of the woman as the mercs dragged her away and the loud cries of protest from the alien crowd, that she didn't notice that Delston had slipped away from her until he was out in the middle of the street.

"Hey, over here!" Delston yelled out. "I've got a human over here! This way, come take this human and..."

Gianna reacted quickly. Grabbing Delston by the cloth of his shirt, she drug him angrily back into the alleyway. Slamming him against the wall, she pointed her gun into his face. She leaned to the side, scared that she would see the Blue Suns advancing on their position. But the sound of the crowd must have drowned out Delston's cries, and not a single one of the mercs were looking in their direction. Breathing a sigh of relief, she turned her attention back to her captive.

"Let's get one thing clear, pal," Gianna sneered at him. "If those mercs spot me, lay a single finger on me, the first thing I'm going to do is put as many bullets as I can into your worthless hide before they snatch me up. So from this moment forward, your life is in my hands. You pull any shit like that again, and you're dead. You got me?"

Delston furiously nodded, eyes wide and terrified. Satisfied that she had her captive under control, Gianna considered her next options. Staring around the immediate area, she spotted a door built into one of the massive metal walls nearby. Maintenance area, she reasoned. They might have people in there too, but it's better than being out here on the streets.

"Move," she quietly ordered Delston, shoving him in the direction of the door. It didn't take long for her to hack the ancient lock, and soon they were in the dim passages of the Omega maintenance area. Gianna forced Delston to walk ahead of her, directing him quietly through the narrow corridors, while keeping her pistol at the ready.

"What are you going to do?" Delston asked her. "They're going to have the docking bay..."

Gianna cut him off brusquely. "I'll figure it out," she said, trying her best to sound confident. Pulling up her omni-tool, she tried to open up a connection to the Internal Affairs office. But whoever this Balak was, he had been smart enough to set up a blocking signal, and all Gianna could get was static. "There's other ways off this station, I'm sure. Ways that Balak and his people don't know about. I'm sure we can find something."

Delston responded with a wheezing chuckle. "You don't have a single idea how to get out of this, do you? Look at the smart little Internal Affairs agent. They're going to catch you, you know that? They're going to catch you and throw you into their prison, and I'm going to be there watching as they lock you away."

"No, you really aren't," Gianna said, pressing her pistol into the back of his head. "Remember what I said, Delston? They take me, and you die. Consider that a promise. So maybe you should start thinking of some bright ideas for how to get out of here, if you're so sure I don't have any. After all, you've been on this station a lot longer than I have."

"M... maybe," Delston said, nervous after Gianna's threat. "There's some areas of the station that were never repaired after the war. There might... might be a shuttle down there that Aria doesn't know about. I guess it's worth a try."

Gianna smirked. "There, was that so hard? You know how to get there from here?"

"Not sure," Delston said, staring down each pathway in the junction of hallways they had reached. He pointed a taloned finger to his right. "Maybe that way?"

Great, Gianna thought to herself. My freedom in the hands of this moron. Nonetheless, she waved her pistol in the direction Delston pointed. "Lead the way, Sacagawea," she remarked.

"Saca... what?"

"Never mind, just get going," she said.

After a few minutes of walking, Gianna heard the sound of loud fans spinning ahead of them. Soon, the hallway widened out into a large maintenance area, with a ceiling so high that the dim light of the room left it shrouded in darkness, and a wall almost completely covered by whirring, humming exhaust fans. Even over the loud ventilation system, though, Gianna could still hear Balak's furious anti-human ranting. God, they even put PA speakers back here? Gianna thought to herself.

"Okay, which..." Gianna started to say to Delston, but the turian suddenly stopped in his tracks. She started to direct another threat at him, but then followed his stare and froze.

There was someone in the maintenance room with them. Far off in the distance of the gigantic room, a well-built figure in light body armor was standing facing the wall near one of the whirling ventilation fans. Around the person's body, Gianna could see some sort of metal device attached to the corroded metal surface of the wall. The figure's fingers tapped rapidly on buttons, lights glowing on the device as it seemed to be activated.

With the armor the figure wore, Gianna couldn't tell what race the person was. Maybe they were one of Balak's hired thugs, or maybe a human who wasn't aware of what was going on out there. So Gianna approached cautiously, hand gripping her pistol as she walked quietly forward. She heard Delston let out a panicked gasp, but Gianna kept walking.

Finally close enough that she felt comfortable with her aim if it was needed, Gianna raised her pistol and leveled it at the figure's head. "Hey. What's that you got there?"

The figure immediately spun in her direction. They raised a hand in Gianna's direction, and she saw the red glow in the figure's palm just in time to dive out of the way. Muffled shots fired above her, as she crouched behind a control panel and waited for the sound of bullets flying to stop.

"Delston! You son of a bitch!" she yelled out, as she saw the turian darting down a nearby passage and out of sight. "Dammit," she muttered to herself, but put it out of her mind for now. Her captive was a minor concern at this point. Survival was a much higher priority.

After several more shots, she heard the sound of weapons fire stop. Immediately, Gianna swung around her cover, pointing her weapon in the direction of the armored figure and seeing...

Nothing. The space where her attacker had previously been standing was now completely empty. It was as if they hadn't been there at all.

Standing up from behind cover, Gianna kept her weapon at the ready. She wasn't safe just yet. The attacker might be under a tactical cloak and still in the area. Keeping her eyes peeled for any telltale shimmer of light, Gianna eventually looked over to where the person had been standing when she and Delston had just arrived.

And that was when she noticed another oddity: the device seemed to be gone as well.

Approaching the spot on the wall where she had seen it, Gianna reached a tentative hand out. She let out a surprised gasp as her fingers seemed to pause in midair. The device was still there; just under a cloak. Her instincts told her to make tracks away from whatever the thing was, but her curiosity got the better of her. She attempted to determine by feel what the object was and what it could be doing.

As she moved in closer, she started to hear a low sound coming from the device. Moving her ear up close, she managed to hear it even over the loud whoosh of the fans and the angry rants of Balak. It was a hissing sound, like air being slowly released from a tire.

It was only then that she saw the dim haze that was surrounding the area she was in, a haze that was slowly growing.

"Gas," she said to herself, covering her mouth and taking several steps away from the invisible device. Shit, had she already been poisoned by whatever that thing was?

But she felt fine, aside from the adrenaline rush still going through her from the brief combat with whoever had installed the device. Still... someone secretly installing a device that was emitting gas, right next to the ventilation system of this section of the station, and willing to shoot anyone who discovered them without hesitation? It didn't exactly sound like anything on the level.

Part of her considered shooting at the device, trying to disable it. But there was no guarantee that her pistol would do much damage to it, and much more gunfire could attract attention from the anti-human mercs rounding up her kind. As nervous as this whole thing made her, it was all much less important than getting off this station any way she could.

Turning away from the device, Gianna let out a startled gasp. Standing behind her, arms slack at his side and eyes focused straight at her, was Delston. Getting over her surprise, Gianna let out a nervous chuckle. "Gee, thanks for all the help back there. I'm fine, by the way. You pull something like that again, though, and I swear I'll take a shot at you next time."

Delston didn't say anything at first. The only sound in the room was the whoosh of the fans, and Balak's angry ranting from above. After an anxious few seconds, Delston finally said, "He's right."

"Who's right?" Gianna said. She glanced up at the ceiling and the blaring loudspeaker, then smirked. "Balak? Yeah, he's a real fount of wisdom. And you'll have all the time in the world to meditate on his teachings on the flight back to Noveria, okay?"

"Noveria," Delston said, saying the name of the planet like he'd never heard it before in his life. Something was strange about the turian's manner. He didn't sound scared like he had before... there was barely any emotion in his voice at all. "I'm not going back to Noveria."

Sighing, Gianna pointed her pistol in Delston's direction. "I'm afraid I have to insist, buddy. Because the only way you're staying here is in a body bag. And honestly, that would make things a whole lot simpler for me."

"You humans," Delston said, and there was the emotion. Not fear, not cockiness... but anger. "Always getting your way, always pushing other species around. He's so right about you. You think you're so powerful, but in the end you're nothing but animals. Dirty, stinking, filthy animals."

"Yeah, well, this dirty animal has a gun pointed in your face, Delston," Gianna said. "So, how about you... hey! Not another step!"

Delston advanced on her slowly, fingers clenched into fists. "You're nothing. You're a fucking piece of meat!" he said, his voice going from a low growl to a yell. "You humans are only good for one thing. One fucking thing!"

"I swear, you take another step and I'll..." Gianna said, but her words seemed to no effect on the suddenly furious turian. She pulled the trigger, aiming for a non-lethal shot. The bullet hit Delston in the shoulder, but he hardly even flinched as he now charged at her. Gianna tensed to fire again, but he was too fast. She went flying backwards to the ground as the suddenly savage turian tackled her, landing on top of her in a snarling heap. Her pistol went tumbling out of her grip as her back hit the hard metal floor and her wind was knocked out of her.

"Yeah, that's where you belong," Delston snarled on top of her, spit flying out of his mouth as he stared down at her, eyes full of uncontrollable rage. "On your fucking back like the dirty human you are!"

As Gianna struggled under his bulky weight, she stared down, and realized in horror what the angry turian was doing. His taloned fingers had found the fastener to the front of his pants, and he yanked it open. Exposing his throbbing blue erection already protruding from behind its protective plates and dripping with pre-cum.

"I'll treat you like you deserve," Delston snarled, as he reached down between them and found the belt of Gianna's pants. "Like the fucking human whore that you are!"

* * *

"Savages!" Balak said, teeth bared as he shouted into the microphone. "Dirty savages no better than a mangy varren! That's all that humans are! They have blighted our galaxy with their dominance for far too long! It's time we show them just what their true place is in this world! Time for us to give them exactly what they deserve!"

Garka could barely focus on the monitors in front of him, his vision seeming to go red as he clenched his fists in anger. Dammit, Balak was right! Garka had joined him just to make a few credits, but that seemed so trivial now. So foolish in light of what their true mission was: to humble these filthy humans. Make them realize where they belong: in chains and on their knees. Balak's words had affected Garka in a way he couldn't even describe, the rage at humanity and all of their crimes crowding away all of his rational thoughts.

Around him, Garka could see Balak's personal guards going through similar emotions. They snarled and clenched their fists, shouting out encouragement to Balak as he continued to present the evidence for the inherent inferiority and worthlessness of humanity. Garka didn't know how he knew, but he was sure that the guards had the same thoughts in their heads as he did: all of the humans on this station, caged up and helpless. There only to service their alien masters in whatever ways they desired.

And in his mind, Garka saw the ways he desired: human women on their hands and knees. Naked and pleading for their master Garka to favor them with his cock. Mewling, pathetic slaves to service his whims. Before now, Garka had never even considered fucking a human. Batarian women (and the occasional asari whore) had just always seemed so much more enticing to him. But suddenly, all he could think about was having some filthy human's cunt gripping onto his throbbing cock. She would cry at first. Beg him to stop. But it didn't matter. She was just a useless human whore, and she would get used to be the slave of a superior batarian like himself.

On the monitors, from what Garka could see through his rage-clouded eyes, the crowds in the streets of Omega were started to murmur. Even through the low-resolution, slightly blurry video feeds, Garka could see it in the eyes of the citizens of Omega – the true citizens, that was; not the filthy humans, of course. The same anger, the same desires he saw in the eyes of his fellow batarians here in Balak's new office, Garka saw it in the crowds of Omega. It wasn't long before they started to turn to the humans among their numbers, the pathetic creatures holding up their hands in fear as their former friends and neighbors advanced upon them.

Good. It was exactly what those fucking humans deserved.

* * *

Samara took point as they moved cautiously through the streets of Omega. Around them, the screams they had started hearing as the announcement from Balak had started were beginning to grow louder, more desperate.

"What's happening?" Allers quietly asked Samara. "Balak... I know that name. He's a batarian terrorist, but last I heard he was on the run from Council authorities. How could he have possibly managed to take over Omega?"

"I am not certain," Samara said, her mind in turmoil at the moment. Her justicar duty told her that she should stand and fight here. Defend the weak against this Balak and his associates. But if he had truly taken over Omega... there was little doubt that Samara would die in the attempt. A thought that wouldn't have troubled her once, but with the sound of Falere's message still echoing in her mind... Samara wasn't sure she could bring herself to carry out her code, and leave Falere alone in this world.

Turning around, she caught sight of the frightened human behind her. Yes, that was it. She would protect Miss Allers by getting her off this station. Once she had done that, she could get in contact with the proper authorities. Let them know what was happening on Omega, and enlist their aid in retaking it from this monster Balak. Even if it was just to save a bunch of worthless, pathetic humans, who didn't deserve the mercy of being freed from...

Allers gave Samara a questioning look. "Are you alright?" she said, her voice nervous as she saw the strange expression that had come onto Samara's face.

Blinking, Samara shook her head. "I'm... fine. It's nothing," she said. Taking a deep breath, she spent a few seconds reciting several sutras in her mind. The angry thoughts that had suddenly flared up were quickly dispelled. "We should find somewhere to..."

"No!" cried out a woman's voice from nearby. "Stop it, please!"

Samara moved into action without even thinking. She knew that she was putting their chances of escape at risk, but she couldn't ignore a plea for help. Especially one from so close by.

After a few seconds of following the screams, they found themselves at the open door of a small residence. What Samara saw inside chilled her to the core.

"Yeah, that's right," said a turian leaning against the wall. "Give that whore what's coming to her." His arms crossed and his mandibles flaring, he watched eagerly as a krogan in Blood Pack armor pinned down a human woman on the floor. As the woman screamed, the krogan aimed his massive cock at the woman's pussy, exposed through a hole torn into her pants, and thrust inside of her roughly. The woman writhed on the floor, trying to struggle away from the krogan rapist as he viciously fucked her. All the while, the turian gave him lewd encouragements. "Fuck that little human bitch," he said. "Treat her like the pathetic little animal that she is."

Putting aside the horror of the situation, Samara quickly assessed the scene: neither of the two attackers appeared to be armed. They hadn't noticed her entrance yet, and Samara eventually spied an assault rifle leaning against the wall, about ten feet away from the gloating turian.

She made her move. Concentrating her mind on a nearby chair, she sent it hovering into the air. The turian barely had time to react before the piece of furniture was sent flying directly into him, tumbling him back against the far wall of the residence.

"What the..." the krogan said, interrupting his eager thrusts into the helpless human woman. By the time he realized what was happening, however, Samara was already upon him. She sent a bolt of furious power directly into the half-naked krogan, the massive mercenary howling with pain as Samara's Reave ability attacked his nervous system. By the time the krogan had started to recover, Samara was already firing shots into his shocked face, the bullets penetrating through his thick hide and leaving his head a bloody mess by the time Samara had expended her heat sink.

One enemy down, Samara loaded a fresh heat sink and advanced on the stunned turian at the other end of the room. She leveled her aim at the crumpled, unconscious man, and was ready to fire when she heard a shout from behind her.

"No, don't!" the victim has risen to her feet and rushed at Samara, grabbing her by the arm. "Don't shoot him, please!"

Samara turned to face the weeping woman. "This man stood by while you were attacked. What reason would you have to want to see him spared?"

"He's... he's my husband!" the woman sobbed.

"Your husband?" said Allers, cautiously entering the residence and eying the corpse of the krogan. "Doesn't exactly seem like a healthy relationship if you ask me."

The woman wiped at her cheeks and tried her best to cover herself. "I swear, he would never do something like this normally. He's a good man, he volunteers down at the clinic. It's... it's that!" she pointed upward, in the direction of the booming voice of Balak. "When it started, he laughed at it at first. Thought it was some kind of joke or something. But after a few minutes, he started... getting angry at me for no reason. Saying that Balak was right, that humans were nothing but worthless animals. And then he started... started..." Staring down at her torn-open clothing, the woman started weeping.

"It's alright," Samara said, embracing the shaken woman. "I will not kill your husband."

"You sure, Samara?" Allers said. "Not that I don't believe this woman's story, but for him to go from a kindly clinic volunteer to a hardcore rapist just from a single speech from some anti-human nutjob?"

Samara said nothing. Again, the thoughts were in her mind. Vile, hateful thoughts. Images of herself tearing off that tight dress of Allers and fingering her dirty human twat. Pulling her gun on Allers and the other filthy human and making the two of them lick each other like the shameful whores they truly were. Removing her own clothes and spreading her legs, while making the two of them beg to be the one lucky enough to be allowed to lick her...

Closing her eyes tightly, Samara remembered the Justicar code again. It was harder this time, but eventually the disgusting images were driven from her mind once more. Her composure regained, she turned to the shaken woman. "What is your name, child?"

"T... Tonia," the woman responded.

"Get dressed, Tonia, and quickly," Samara said. "I get the feeling we may not have much time left."

Allers gave Samara a look while Tonia rushed to grab a new outfit to replace her shredded clothing. "Much time for what? You think there are more mercs out there?"

"The mercenaries are the least of our problems, I'm afraid," Samara said. "What Tonia said about her husband is... I am feeling it as well. I do not know what this Balak has done to this station, but if the rest of the non-human population is being affected the same as Tonia's husband, then..."

Samara's words made Allers shudder. "You think that... they're all like that? All..."

Allers's question was interrupted by Tonia's return. The woman still looked dazed, but she had managed to get changed quickly. "We should move," Samara said. "Perhaps if we can get to the docking bay, I can manage to fight my way through whatever guards they have posted."

"Hope so," Allers said, her hovering camera still at her back as she followed Samara and the shaken Tonia out the door. "I don't want to spend any more time on this station than I... have... to..."

The three of them came to a halt, Samara staring around at the street and alleyways surrounding them. Each one of them was now filled with people. Angry and snarling, it was a mix of Blood Pack mercenaries and normal Omega citizens. Way too many of them for Samara to fight on her own. And all of them staring in Samara and her companions' direction.

"Give us the humans, Justicar," said an asari maiden at the head of one of the groups. "And we'll let you live."

"Don't die for those pathetic human bitches," said a salarian at the front of the group at the other side of the street. "Give them to us, and we'll give them exactly what they deserve."

"We'll even let you join in if you want," the asari chimed in, her voice sultry and cruelly suggestive. "You can help us show those filthy mongrels their proper place in the galaxy."

Shielding Allers and Tonia with her body, Samara watched in horror as the crowd advanced on them.
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