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The Assassin’s Ordeal	By : Dvorchak Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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7: DEFLUIPSM

The Salarian runs down the hall, desperate to reach the office and the weapon within. Thane’s pace remains constant with determined steps; he is tired of this chase and casually shoots his prey in the leg.

Dax cries out with pan and collapses to the floor, still trying to scramble away from crazed Drell. Thane casually reaches down and grabs the Salarian by the arm, wincing with pain as he drags him into the nearby office.

“You killed my wife.” Thane says his tone as dark as the murderous look in his eyes.

“I don’t even know your wife! I’m just a bioengineer!” Dax pleads.

“I want to know who hired you.”

“Vox!! I work for Vox!!”

“Really? We’ll see about that.” he says, not hearing Dax’s pleas as Thane kicks the door close behind them.

..~~~**~~~..

“Did you hear that? It sounded like a gun shot.” Kolyat says.

“Sounded like it was on this level. We need to be careful.” Garrus needlessly adds.

“When we find him, let me approach him we have a better chance of him recognizing me.” Kiloyat says, shifting Thisla’s weight trying to encourage her to stand. He glances over at her, alarmed that she is no longer conscious.

“Thisla?” Kolyat calls gently, hoping to coax her awake. “Thisla!” he says with a touch more urgency when she fails to respond. “Garrus, we need to stop. Something’s wrong.”

“Shit. Ok…let’s see if we can find someplace over here.” Garrus says, leading the way down a nearby hallway. Kolyat carries Thisla in his arms, cradling her close to his chest feeling the intensity of her fever.

Again the fates smile upon the small party as they make it to a large room without conflict. Kolyat laid Thisla on the first flat surface he sees while Garrus locks the door behind them.

“She is burning up.” Kolyat says. “I don’t know what she is or what they did to her, but her body is obviously fighting it. Look, there’s some type of incision here.” Kolyat says moving Thisla’s head to point to the surgical cut.

“That’s the general area where L-implant for biotic would be located.” Garrus says taking a closer look at the wound in question. “It looks as if the area is infected, they botched this something fierce. She needs a real doctor and real medicine. I don’t think Omni-gel is going to help at this point.” Garrus says, when he notices Kolyat pull some out of the bag Thisla caries.

“She looks genetically engineered.” Kolyat says, reluctantly returning the gel to the satchel.

“That is illegal…even in this part of the galaxy.” Garrus informs, returning his attention the door.

“From what I see she looks Asari, Krogan and Turian.” Kolyat says studying her closely for the first time.

“Asari are known for their biotic capabilities, Krogan for their durability and Turians are naturally resistant to low levels of radiation. I suspect she was constructed for a reason, the question is…is she the only one that was made.” Garrus says, keeping an ear out for approaching footsteps.

“I’m not going to let anyone else use her ever again.” Kolyat says softly while gently yet protectively while caressing her face.

“Someone’s coming!” Garrus warns, moving to hide in a blind spot behind the door, while Kolyat grabs Thisla and moves to a closet allowing him a view of the door.

..~~~**~~~..

Thane stumbles down the hallway his mind trapped in a memory, but his body on the verge of giving out. He loses his footing and falls into the wall with a loud echoing thud. A wave of pain courses through Thane as his eyes glassy as they survey the corridor before him, Salarian blood dripping from his hands. Finally he finds the strength to push away from the wall and keeps walking.

Moments later the door opens and Kolyat carefully peeks out, immediately seeing the blood on the floor.

“I see blood leading down the hall and into a room. I’m going to investigate.”

“You’re not going alone.” Garrus says, handing Kolyat the weapon while he gathers a still unconsciousness Thisla. “Go slow.” Garrus instructs once he’s ready. Kolyat nods and takes the leads, carefully following the blood drops to a closed room. He pauses at the door and listens for any movement on the other side. Once he was certain it was safe he pushes open the door and freezes in his tracks.

“Gods.” Kolyat softly says in horror.

“Oh shit.” Garrus says, peeking into the room.

“I know what memory he’s trapped in. Gods have mercy, I know this memory.” Kolyat says, unable to take his eyes from the mangled Salarian corpse.

“Do I even want to know?”

“He’s reliving the ten years he spent tracking down my mother’s killer. I remember asking him about this…I had to know why he had to hunt them all. Why he was gone for so long.” Kolyat finally pulls his eyes from the corpse to Garrus. “The contract was for both my mother and I. If they were too busy with him they’d forget about me.” his voice distant as he looks back at the corpse.

“Kolyat…” Garrus says, not wanting the young Drell to slip into a memory of his own.

“This would be the gunman; father spent three days extracting information from him.” Kolyat’s tone stronger and focused.

“But Thane did not do this in three days.” Garrus points out.

“When we’re caught in Defluipsm time is fluid, to him it was three days. If the Salarian didn’t die, my father would still be… still be… ”

“Was you mother’s killer a Salarian?” Garrus asks, doing his best to keep Kolyat in the present time.

“No, human. We need to follow the trail.” Kolyat says pointing the blood drops they just followed.

“No, we need a plan on how to subdue your father.” Garrus corrects.

“A biotic blast might bring him out of it.”

“Neither Zaeed nor I are biotic and the last time I checked neither were you.” Garrus points out.

“But she is.”

Garrus looks at the comatose form in his arms. “And she’s in top fighting form.” He says sarcastically.

“If we try to tranq him we’re either looking at hand to hand combat or possibly getting shot. Plus we need to find tranquilizers.”

“There’s a sick bay on the floor where Thane was held, we can find tranqs there. I’ve sparred with Thane know how he fights, plus he is already injured.” Garrus says, making it clear which plan he prefers.

“We don’t have that kind of time.” Kolyat says, indicating to Thisla. “We need to get her out of here and back to the Citadel.”

“Tranqing him is a more reliable than Thisla. I may not be able to take him down, but I can get close enough to tranq him.”

“He won’t give you the chance to tranq him!” Kolyat snaps “My mother’s killer was hired by a Turian.” He finally confesses

Garrus rubs his brow to battle the oncoming headache “Is there anything else you think I should know?” he asks with a very tired sigh.

“My father will be looking for a ship.”

..~~~**~~~..

Zaeed received Garrus’ warning just in time. He had barely sealed the hatch when Thane found his way back to the Docking Bay.

“Garrus, our friend has made it to the ship.” Zaeed said, keeping a careful eye on the security feed.

**Don’t let him on the ship. He’s not stable at the moment.**

“Mate, you got a talent for stating the obvious. You’d better hurry back here …he’s trying to hack the lock.”

**We’re on our way.**

“You need to carry her.” Garrus says, dumping the unconscious female in Kolyat’s arms. “I’m a better shot than you are.” He adds as if for an explanation. “Thane made it to the shuttle, so we need to move fast. Zaeed says he’s trying to hack the lock.”

“How are we going to get there in time?” Kolyat asks.

Garrus pulls up the schematic Zaeed provided and begins plotting out a route. The quickest route is immediately discarded because of Kolyat’s and Garrus’ unwillingness to leave Thisla behind. “We go this way.” Garrus said, taking the lead a plan forming in his head which he relays to both Zaeed and Kolyat.

Zaeed is cursing as he quickly counters Thane’s hacking attempts. The assassin is good…damn him.

**Zaeed, we’re almost to the docking bay. Is Thane armed?**

“Fuck if I know.” Zaeed growls. “I have my hands full with counter measures.”

**Can you keep him busy while I get into position?**

“Mate, he’s keeping himself busy with the hatch. Get your asses back here.”

**We’re already here.**

“‘Bout bloody time.” Zaeed mutters, keeping half an eye on the security feed showing him the docking bay. He can see Garrus carrying Thisla as he moves to hide a small stack of crates. Garrus takes careful aim at Thane; he is Kolyat’s backup if this plan does not work. The young Drell steps into view, holding his hands up, showing he is not armed.

“Father.” Kolyat calls out gently, standing perfectly still, but his muscles were ready to bolt if Thane does not recognize him. Thane spins quickly, his pistol aimed at this new threat, but he pauses when he sees Kolyat.

“I’m Kolyat, your son. Remember me?”

Thane stares at his son, his weapon still trained on Kolyat as his mind is struggling to recognize the young man standing before him. Thane takes a single, hesitant step forward.

“You were kidnapped, by a Batarian looking for Commander Shepard. I came to rescue you, remember?” he prods gently, still not daring to move, but releases a breath when Thane lowers his weapon.

“Kolyat?” Thane asks his hand reaching out as if he were afraid he was talking to a hallucination. “No, this is a trick. My son is a child.” Thane’s grip on the weapon tightens, but remains at his side.

“Mother was killed more than ten years ago.”

“No…”

“It’s true. Think. Remember, you were gone for a long time.”

“I…found them?” It was more a statement than a question as Thane’s mind struggles to find the memories; gradually recognition and remembrance begin to sparkle in his eyes.

“Yes, you found them all. They’re all gone. Remember?”

“I…remember…” his voice trails off as his mind struggles against itself. “…a trap!” Thane snapped taking a shot over Kolyat’s left shoulder at an approaching Batarian.

Not seeing the Batarian, Garrus takes a wounding shot at Thane. Thane tries to dodge the shot, but his wounded body does not respond as nimbly as it should. The shot grazes Thane’s leg and he falls to the floor taking a wild shot in Garrus’ direction. The shot ricochets off of the crates. Thane cries out in pain as he lands, but continues to take shots at the crates Garrus is using as cover, preventing the Turrian from taking another shot. Kolyat tries to call out to his father, still hoping to pull him back to reality. Zaeed curses loudly, as he grabs two pistols and leaves the shuttle.

“Hey Drell!” he shouts in a booming voice, demanding attention.

“You looking for the asshole who killed your family?” He raises his gun and fires a single shot which hits Kolyat square in the chest, sending the young Drell stumbling back into the wall before collapsing.

“Come and get me.” Zaeed says, dropping the gun as he runs for cover. Thane screams in rage and starts taking wild shots Zaeed who has taken cover behind a large crate opposite from Garrus. Thane tries to get to his feet, but his battered body refuses to cooperate. He reaches out with his biotic ability, grabs the crate and throws it out of the way. The crate collides with the small stack Garrus is hiding behind with a loud crash. The boxes tumble, landing on Garrus, pinning him beneath their weight.

Before Zaeed can run Thane fires the last of his rounds at his former comrade. One shot ricochets harmlessly off the wall behind Zaeed, two shots strike his armor, but the third hits his shoulder sending him spinning to the ground.

Still unable to get to his feet Thane again uses his biotic abilities to grab Zaeed and send him soaring across the docking bay. Zaeed hits the opposite wall with a loud hollow thud, knocking the wind from him. Garrus can see Zaeed struggling against Thane’s biotic powers, and tries pulling himself free from the boxes. Not able to push off the boxes Garrus struggles to reach his firearm which is just out of reach.

“Thisla! Thisla wake up!” Garrus cries out, watching Zaeed being tossed about like an old rag doll. He tries again to reach his weapon, managing to pull himself an inch free from the pile of boxes, his finger just barely brush the barrel moving it closer ever so slightly.

“Thisla! Come one girl we need your help!” Garrus exclaims as Zaeed hits the wall behind him and slides to the floor.

“You shot Kolyat!” Garrus accuses.

Zaeed coughs, spitting out a mouthful of blood. “He’ll be fine.” Zaeed says nonchalantly “I just stunned him, nothing permanent. Damn, he got me good.” He says, inspecting the hole in his right shoulder.

“What the Hell were you thinking?” Garrus demands.

“I was trying to distract him so you could take ‘im down. Didn’t count on you getting pinned.”

“How’s Thane doing?” Garrus asks, trying to peer around the boxes.

“Not good, they worked him over pretty good and I’d say that stim-pack you gave him wore off a while ago. He’s running on fumes. He’ll drop any minute.” Zaeed reports. Careful to remain out of sight he tries to push off some of the crates by pressing his back against them and pushing with his legs.

“Will that be before or after he kills us?” Garrus asks, wriggling out from under the boxes. He wastes no time in getting to Thisla, still trying to revive her.

“Thane friend?” she weakly asks, her eyes barely opening.

“Yes, my name is Garrus. We need your help.” He says, glancing over at Thane who is struggling to crawl his way to Kolyat. “I need you to hit Thane with a biotic blast.”

“No. No hurt Thane.” She protests, still struggling to open her eyes.

“I don’t want you to hurt him, I want him to sleep. Can you do that? Can you make Thane sleep?” Garrus asks, hoping Kolyat is right about how to bring Thane out of Defluipsm. He glances over again, watching Thane rise to one knee, his wounded leg supporting no weight.

“Sleep?” she asks, but he isn’t sure if she’s talking about herself or Thane.

“Yes, make Thane sleep and we can get out of here, understand?”

She nods sleepily. “up.” She says softly grabbing onto Garrus’ shoulders. He lifts the girl up so that she can see Thane; however, the instant he’s in view Thane turns and grabs him with his biotic powers. Garrus drops Thisla in his attempt to grab anything that will stop him from levitating.

Zaeed tries to get Thane’s attention by stepping into view, hoping that Thane would focus on him and release Garrus. His hopes are shattered as Thane captures him without releasing the Turian. Thisla struggles to clear the stack of boxes to get a clear view of her target.

“Thane stop.” She weakly orders as she pulls herself up onto her knees. He turns on her, releasing Zaeed and Garrus to focus the full force of his biotic might on this new threat. She blocks his blast with one of her own, now the two biotics are in a struggle of wills. She is more powerful, but lacks his training, and exhaustion is taking its toll on both of them, but neither one can afford to back down.

“God have mercy.” Zaeed says, remaining on the floor, not wanting to distract Thisla from her task.

Kolyat moans softly, distracting Thane for just a millisecond, but it’s all the time she needs to break through his defenses. Thane collapses followed by Thisla.

..~~~**~~~..

Garrus’ docks at the Citadel, he gathers Thisla up in his arms as Zaeed and Kolyat deal with carrying an unconscious Thane off the ship. They don’t make it more than a couple of yards before Garrus looks up to see an all too familiar ship with an all too familiar commander debarking.

“Aw, shit.” Garrus sighs.

“What?” Kolyat asks, for an answer Garrus points with his chin towards Commander Shepard.

“Aw, shit.” Zaeed echoes when the dark haired woman sees them.

“Thane?” Shepard asks her eyes locked on the unconscious Drell between Kolyat and Zaeed.

“What happened?” she demands, taking in the Drell’s battered state.

“Uh…let’s get him to sickbay?” Garrus suggests, really not looking forward to explaining Thane’s state or why he was abducted.

“Doctor Chakwas, prepare sickbay for incoming. A male Turian, 2 male Drell, a male human and a…a…female…” she says uncertain to what species Thisla belongs.

“Someone better tell me what the Hell happened.” Shepard demands, leading the way back into the Normandy.
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