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The Ballad of the Pirate of Terminus	By : Nicker Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 26021 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“MSV Strontium Mule this is the SSV Normandy. Shut down your engines and prepare to be boarded.” The comm crackled, sending shivers down the crew’s spine. Freight ships dreaded that name. The pilots exchanged nervous glances, and looked up at the woman standing behind them, looking out the viewport at the approaching silhouette.

“Operative Lawson?” the captain asked.

She looked down and nodded curtly to the pilots, who started to comply with the order.
“Get ready, Jacob” she radioed down to the cargo bay. “Everybody, take your positions.”

She tapped the captain’s shoulder encouragingly and hurried out to take her place in the corridors. They have been planning this operation for months now, they can’t screw this up! Shepard and his ship has been a growing pain for the Alliance ever since he stole the prototype vessel from Arcturus Station more than a year ago. He has eluded capture a number of times, dodging the teams sent after him with uncanny cleverness.
When Miranda Lawson was assigned to this mission her job was simple: set a trap for the Normandy and neutralize Shepard before he can further damage humanity’s reputation in the eyes of the Council.

“Here we go” she muttered to herself and checked her gun as she heard the distinct clicking sounds of the Normandy latching onto the cargo ship. Everybody waited.
It was all over, really, before it began. There was a power outage, a few explosions and then smoke grenades and Blue Suns mercs flooding the ship from all directions. Apparently they used the Normandy’s shuttle to sneak around the freighter while they were occupied with the big blip on the radar, and a small team hacked into the cargo hold from below. Jacob’s team was neutralized first.
Miranda was choking in the smoke, trying to hold out near the bridge, but she was just firing blindly into the smoke. The mercenaries were crude but effective as they swept the corridors. She was ready to make her last stand, when she heard the familiar crackle of power and a blue shockwave rushed along the corridor, blowing away the smoke. Miranda fell back, firing up her amp, scrambling for the gun that slipped from her grasp. A voice rang out in the dim emergency lighting.
“It’s over, Miss Lawson!” said a pleasant female voice. The asari! Miranda snarled. She was a formidable biotic. “The ship is captured! Surrender and the crew will be spared!”

She was ready to shout back some insults, but they were one step ahead of her.

“There’s somebody here who wants to talk to you, Operative!”

“Miranda! It’s Jacob!” A pause. “Uh, they got us! I’m sorry!”
Miranda hissed, cursing under her breath, crouching behind a corner. How could this have happened?! She did everything perfectly! She ALWAYS did everything perfectly! This was not how it was supposed to go down. Her mind raced, but she could see no solution.

“Tick-tock, Lawson!” yelled the asari. “Or your boyfriend gets it!” she added the threat without bothering to repeat the offer.
“Fuck” she cursed, standing up, her heart beating rapidly. She felt the blood rush to her head, she was dizzy and nauseous from the failure.

“Fine! I’m coming out!” she shouted and slowly stepped out into the corridor. She slid the weapon down the corridor and walked up to the dark silhouettes with arms raised.
From the thinning smoke, the shapes started to emerge, and suddenly the power was back, light filling the corridors. Standing before Miranda, holding a gun to a kneeling Jacob’s head, clad in leather shorts, a bra and a small leather vest that left her midriff naked stood the asari Liara T’Soni, licking her lips eagerly.
“Hello, Miss Lawson” she purred. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
The Blue Suns mercs cuffed her hands behind her back and led her and Jacob down the corridors towards the airlock, Liara walking in front of them with a spring in her steps, hips swaying, almost cheerfully.
Waiting at the airlock was a dark-skinned man with a thin beard and weathered face. He waved to the mercenaries, who shoved them down on their knees. Liara leaned against the wall, swinging her pistol leisurely. The guy was grinning wide as he bent closer to Miranda.

“Hello, sweetheart. What have we here?” he reached to lift her chin up. She looked him straight in the eye. “Some catch.”
“She’s mine, Santiago” came a voice behind him. The name sounded familiar to Miranda, just like the voice. The guy was the actual leader of Blue Suns, but still, the other voice made her shudder.

Santiago straightened and turned towards the new arrival.

Shepard appeared in the airlock, stepping onto the freighter’s deck. Liara immediately bounced to his side and wrapped a hand around his waist, purring.

“She’s part of the deal.” Shepard warned and looked down at the prisoners. “Ah, Miranda. It’s been a long time.”
Miranda looked at him, quietly. She wanted to throw an insult at him, but that would just amuse the man. Her eyes told everything. Locking his gaze with Miranda, he spoke again.

“Hey, Jacob. How’s it going?”

“Same old same old” he replied. There was rustling, as he stood up, and then the clicking of cuffs. “Everything went like clockwork.”
Miranda’s eyes widened and she turned her head, staring at Jacob.

“You...” she gasped as Shepard chuckled. “You did this...”

It wasn’t the plan, she realized. It was the betrayal, that defeated her.

Jacob rubbed his wrists as he shrugged.

“It’s not business, Miranda. It’s personal.”
Miranda lunged at Jacob with a snarl, trying to stand up on one leg and throw her weight into him, her biotics flaring up. She slammed into the man, but strong arms grabbed her shoulders and then there was that damn asari and her biotic field. The shockwave reeled her back, throwing aside the mercs holding her. She slammed into the wall behind her, wind knocked out of her. She was still wheezing, when Liara grabbed her arm and started to pull her on the floor towards the Normandy.
“Geez!” Jacob exclaimed as he collected himself, standing straight.

A quarian appeared with a large, metal briefcase.

“Is that it, Tali?” Shepard asked.

“Yes, Shepard” the quarian replied meekly.

Shepard turned towards Santiago.
“Well, Vido, this concludes our deal. The briefcase and the girl. The rest is yours.”

They shook hands, and parted ways like good businessmen. Jacob helped dragging the still gasping Miranda on board the Normandy, the nervously shifting quarian girl bringing up the rear. The doors closed behind them with a loud hiss.
“Get us out of here, Joker” the captain ordered.

“Aye aye.”

And they were off.
Miranda was dragged to her feet and walked across the CIC to the elevators, the crew turning their heads to take a look at the prisoner. The asari clinged to Shepard’s arm, swaying her hips, with a little spring in her step. She constantly looked behind her to check Miranda, led by Jacob, holding the arm.

“Personal, Jacob?” Miranda hissed to the traitor. “What could possibly worth it?!”

Jacob opened his mouth to reply but Shepard cut him off.

“We’ll take it from here, Jacob. Help Tali with the case and settle in. We’ll see you later.”

“But...” Taylor protested, but the elevator opened, and Shepard lifted a hand.

“All in good time, my friend.”
Liara reached out and grabbed Miranda’s arm with a hungry smile and dragged her into the elevator. Apparently she couldn’t stay still for a second, she was snaking her body every which way. Shepard stepped in and pressed a button. The doors closed and Liara was already all over him, clinging to his neck and kissing him hungrily, her leg rubbing up against his thigh.
Miranda stood there, blinking, watching the asari grind her hip against the man’s crotch, moaning into his mouth. It was like she wasn’t there. But then Liara got enough, apparently, and still clinging to Shepard she turned towards Miranda.

“She’s cute, Shepard. Can we keep her?”
The asari shoved her into the captain’s quarters, bouncing excitedly, dragging her to the middle of the spacious room, turning her around, checking her out from every angle. Shepard watched with a chuckle, dropping down some datapads on his desk, throwing his jacket off. He tapped the comm. “Kelly. Have nobody disturb us for the next hour. Let Tali know to install the device immediately.”
Not waiting for an answer he straightened up and folded his hands across his chest, watching Liara poke and prod their prisoner.

“So what? You’re going to keep me as a hostage, or sell me to the batarians?” Miranda asked defiantly. Liara was snaking behind her, rubbing against her back, resting her chin on Miranda’s shoulder. Her hands started to run up and down her waist and the front of her jumpsuit. Miranda tried to brush her off.
“No, Miranda” Shepard chuckled. “I think I’m gonna keep you to ourselves.”

“I always wanted a pet.” Liara chimed in cheerily, still leaning on Miranda’s shoulder, smelling her neck, her hair, while her hands roamed over her body. She grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck a little, licking the skin for a taste.
“You are part of my payment from Blue Suns for pulling this job off... nice try, by the way.” He just stood there and let the asari play with her. Liara’s blue hands started to undo the top of her jumpsuit, slowly, teasingly, while she was purring into her ears. “It may have worked. We would have walked right into this one. Good thing we had Jacob, huh?”
Liara yanked her top open and dragged it down her arms. Miranda tried to shift out of her grasp, grimacing, but the asari was all over her, snarling, snapping at her with her teeth, tugging her jacket. She only wore a short tank top under that, and the asari’s blue hands were already finding their way under the fabric. Miranda squirmed.

“What— what did you promise him?” she tried to stay on topic.

“You, actually” replied Shepard. “Not that I intend to keep that promise. He’s a traitor after all... We’ll see. Maybe he can have a taste or something.”
Liara grabbed the rim of the top, and looked at Shepard with big, round eyes.

“Can I?”

“Yes, doll,” Shepard nodded with a benign smile, like letting a child eat another candy bar.

Liara squealed and yanked the top up and with a bit of a struggle, pulled it over Miranda’s head.

She yelped in protest, shifting left and right, breasts jiggling.

“Shep-Shepard— seriously?” Miranda exclaimed. “This is it? This is all you want?” she gave a shove to the eager asari, and managed to step away. “You want to do this? Why? This is low even for—”

She could not finish. Shepard backhanded her, her head snapping to the side, just as Liara pounced her from behind with an angry snarl. “Bad kitty!” she hissed, scratching her nails across Miranda’s naked belly.
“Enough already, Lawson,” Shepard hissed, slapping her across the cheek again. “Had enough of your snotty crap!” He grabbed her jaw and squeezed hard, while the asari was breathing excitedly behind her, fiddling with her pants, trying to unbutton. “Setting a trap, Miranda?! Don’t you speak about low!”
Miranda groaned in pain, staring defiantly into his eyes, trapped between the two. “Fuck you,” she hissed. “You do the same.”

She gasped as her pants were yanked down her legs. Liara stopped to bite into her ass playfully, making Miranda yelp again.

Shepard laughed. “Pirate.” he said smirking. “At least I’m not pretending to be somebody else.” he snarled. “Unlike you and your little friends.”
“Still cheap, Shepard.” She felt her shorts tugged down to her ankles, anxious hands running along her legs and groping her thighs and ass. She tried to keep her voice calm, and choke down the fear. This was overwhelming her and she was smart enough to know where this could lead. She was desperately hoping there was an other answer, but she had to ask.

“Really. What do you want from me?”

“Nothing.” he shrugged, grabbing her waist. He pressed his lips against her. “This.” he said, mouths pressed together, looking into her eyes, then stepped back. “She’s all yours, Liara.”

The asari squeaked excitedly and grabbed her hair.
Miranda was still reeling from the shock of her hair being pulled so hard, eyes watering, when she was thrown on the bed, hands still cuffed behind her. Her pants and shorts were dragged off from her legs and the asari was already straddling her.
She blinked, looking at Liara with a frown, lips pressed thin. The asari girl was grinding her hip against her slowly, stroking herself up and down, grabbing her own breasts through the tiny vest. She stared at Miranda, bared her teeth and ripped her top open, revealing the lush, blue orbs, her tits bouncing free. With a hungry gasp she dived down, pressing their breasts together and attacking Miranda’s lips with passion.
She heard Shepard chuckle from somewhere in the room, while Liara rubbed off on her, trying to press her tongue into her mouth. Miranda knew it was pointless to resist, she knew that it was exactly what Liara and Shepard wanted, but she couldn’t just lay still and let it all happen. It was her body. She started shaking her head to avoid the asari’s lips, bucking her hips to shake her off.
Liara giggled and went along with the wrestling match, snarling and growling playfully, nibbling Miranda’s cheek, lips, neck, breasts pressed together. After a few tries, the asari grabbed her jaw to hold her head still. Miranda spat on her face, which apparently caught Liara off guard. Miranda shifted her hip, twisted it to the side and gave a big push, rolling the surprised asari off of her with a frustrated moan.
Liara’s eyes went wide as she wiped her face, looking shocked at the saliva on her hands. Then she snarled, grabbed Miranda’s head between her hands and as she jumped back onto her, she let out a biotic charge.
The pain and shock was intense, like a thousand tiny explosions in her head, enormous pressure on her skull. Her eyes hurt, ears started ringing and tears sprung into her eyes. She tried to scream but she couldn’t find her voice, she bit down on her tongue.
By the time she had the control to gasp for air, she felt the soft lips on her own, and a warm tongue exploring her mouth. She felt the pleasure, the greedy lust, and it felt very nice for a few seconds until she could think again. The asari’s skin had a silky texture, different from a human but it made her lips tingle.
Liara sucked on her tongue, pulling away and letting it slip away from her smooth lips, and when she started to lick and bite and kiss her way down Miranda’s neck, she was finally able to take a few big breaths, fighting the panic. It was suffocating, her ears still ringing, and she felt like there’s not enough air in the room.
What could have been a pleasant foreplay, which she would have enjoyed in other circumstances, was an invasion, increasing the invisible pressure on her body that just made her panic more. There was a jolt of pleasure when Liara’s lips found her nipple, that shocked her back a little, making it easier to breathe, and she could finally focus on the ceiling. Still breathing heavily, she was staring into space, feeling the odd, silky touch of the asari as she fondled her breasts, showering her curves with warm, wet, tingling kisses.
There was a slight disconnection between her mind and body, but not enough that she could ignore it, and not close enough to let her body take over. Her senses started to return to their normal state, and she heard an excited and surprised gasp as Liara spread her thighs apart and started pulling her sex open.

“I’ve never—” she sighed, leaning between human thighs. “This is so—” she couldn’t find the words as she saw a woman’s sex for the first time. “—pink.” Liara said finally tugging and stretching Miranda’s folds. She felt nauseous. It just felt wrong.
She felt hot breath on her lap, kisses and nibbles above her clit, hands spreading her thighs wider and licking and kissing between them. She didn’t dare to look down, just stared at the ceiling, and then jumped, when Liara found her slit and licked between her folds.
She was very clumsy at first, too rough, aimless, making Miranda gasp in discomfort.

“No, silly,” Shepard chided Liara, his voice coming from closer. “Remember what I showed you.”

Miranda closed her eyes in shame.
Shepard was whispering something into Liara’s ear, maybe instructions on what to do, to which the asari replied with knowing hums, and then Miranda gasped as she felt tongue on her sex again.

“Please,” she whined, wanting them to stop this. The touches were light and playful but she could take no pleasure from it. She looked down to see the asari girl pressing her mouth to her sex with eyes closed and Shepard kneeling at the foot of the bed with an amused smile.

“Please,” she had to look away.
Soon she felt her body respond, her lap getting warmer and moist, and she felt them shuffling on the bed. She felt a warm finger probe inside her, making her hip jerk in surprise, then Liara giggling excitedly, moaning for Miranda too as she explored more of her body.

“So wet and-- and SOFT” Liara breathed in awe, her finger moving around, marvelling at the human anatomy. She turned to Shepard, eyes wide with excitement. “I want to see. Now.”
Miranda groaned. She wanted to turn away, bury her face into the pillows, but she felt hands on her knees, pressing them apart, Shepard laughing, and clothes rustling, Liara giggling. She forced herself to look at them. Shepard was almost naked, Liara pulling his pants off. The man smiled at the asari girl.

“Shepard,” Miranda begged “Please— Don’t do this.”

She didn’t dare to lower her gaze when Liara looked down and gasped in excitement, bending down, disappearing from Miranda’s view.
“Please, Shepard— not like this—” Miranda whispered, getting more desperate, trying to close her legs, muscles tensing against his grip. Liara was moaning, mouth full, wet sounds coming from down below. “Please, don’t—”

Shepard looked at Miranda with a feral grin, squeezing her legs in his grip.

“Relax, Ms. Lawson.” He said in a low voice. “It’s gonna be fun.”
She was still whispering pleads when Liara lifted her head from between their legs with a big sigh, lips all wet and guided Shepard into her. Miranda cried out, staring into his eyes desperately, begging him to stop as he pushed in.
It was not pleasant, but it didn’t hurt either, and it was hard and soft at the same time, his cock sank in without too much resistance. It was designed to give pleasure, but Miranda couldn’t feel it. She knew her body was reacting, adapting to the sensation, and she felt more shame because it didn’t even hurt and didn’t make her scream. Finally she was able to drift away far enough to lock out most of what was happening to her. She felt the warmth of his cock, her body rocking, Liara purring and moaning with each thrust, she felt hands on her breasts.
And then hot liquid on her torso, and it was over. She stopped crying, but she didn’t know how much time passed. The pressure stopped between her legs and she felt Shepard and the asari fall on the bed next to her, entangled in a wild embrace. She felt the bed rocking as Shepard made Liara cum screaming. By the time they caught their breaths, Miranda was back in her body, feeling filthy. Liara fondled her breasts, licked off the juices from her with slow, long moves, and she rubbed herself all over her in the process.
They started dressing up, forgetting her for a while. Shepard went to his desk, taking care of things and Liara stretched and lurked around like a cat. When she got bored, she went to Miranda and dragged her out of the bed, forcing her down on her knees at the foot of the bed, grabbing her hair and tussled it. She WAS treating Miranda like a pet, infatuated with her new toy, like a child.
The quarian girl arrived soon, gave something to Shepard and delivered a quick report on the installation, shuffling uneasily, shooting awkward glances at the naked human female in the middle of the room, trying to pretend it’s normal. Shepard complimented the quarian and sent her off.
He had a metal collar in his hand. He walked over to Miranda and with Liara clapping her hands behind him excitedly, he snapped the collar around her neck. Miranda felt something tingle in her spine and a soft buzz in the back of her head.
“It has a biotic dampening field in it” explained Shepard and winked. “Custom made.” He turned away and waved at Liara, who dragged her on her feet. “Come on, let’s make a call.”
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Lieutenant Commander Ashley Williams was slowly going mad at her desk. She knew something was wrong when Miranda’s team didn’t report in, but there was not a thing she could do until the extraction team reached the last known location. It was going to be bad news. She just didn’t know HOW bad and what went wrong.
She tried every method to get some information and then every method to remain calm. It’s been hours, and she was powerless. The command center was on full alert, but she didn’t feel like going down there and freaking out in front of her men. So she waited in her office and quietly went crazy.
Garrus on the other hand was the epitome of calmness, as he sat on the couch across the room. He leaned back, one leg bent under him, the other extended, and fiddled with a nut-like turian fruit. It was hard to open, much like a walnut, only more metals in it. The turian’s claws were ideal for the job. He opened it with a loud crack which made Ashley jump. She glared at Garrus, who shrugged and popped the kernel into his mouth and started the long process of chewing it to a pulp.
He didn’t say a word.
Ashley groaned in frustration, standing up again, and started pacing the room. She was halfway across when the call came. She rushed to her desk and pressed the receive button while sliding into her chair. Then she froze.
The picture was shaky and not the best quality, but it was definitely Miranda on the other end. She looked like hell, hair dishevelled, eyes puffy and red as she slowly looked up into the camera. There was something around her neck. Also, she appeared to be naked. It was hard to tell from the closeup, but her shoulders were visible.
“Miranda...” Ashley gasped.

“Ash” she whispered. “Jacob sold us out—” she started to say before she was pushed away. The camera shook, zoomed out a bit and there he was. Holding Miranda by her hair, former Commander Shepard grinned, laughing at her shocked expression.
“Hello, Ashley. Missed me?” There was some ruffling in the background, a third person. Miranda cast her eyes down, Shepard leaning on her shoulder. “I know you did. That’s why you sent me a present.”

“What do you want?” Ashley hissed finally, when she found her voice. Garrus was somehow already at the desk, very alert.

“Just wanted to thank you. She is VERY delicious.” He rolled his eyes. “Finally!”

Ashley slammed her fist down.

“Enough with the games. What do you want with her? A ransom?”
Shepard snorted. Somebody grabbed Miranda and pulled her away from the camera. There was a yelp and then the asari appeared, tugging their prisoner into the background. Shepard shuffled into a more comfortable position.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ash!” his expression became very strict. “I don’t need your fucking money.”

“Then why did you call? There must be something!” Snarled Ashley, trying to ignore the asari handling Miranda in the background. She wanted to scream.
“I just wanted to say, we’re even.” Shepard smiled again and nodded behind him. “She took you away from me. So now I take her away from you. It’s only fair.”

Ashley closed her eyes for a long second, trying to breathe normally. She shook her head.

“This can’t be it, Shepard. You could have left her out of it...”
“She came after me, Ash!” he snarled. “Setting me a trap! FOR ME!” Shepard was working himself up. “I called to tell you this: Stay the fuck away from me. If I as much as smell your perfume on any move against me, I’m gonna sell your pretty little girlfriend to the first batarian team who needs a guinea pig for their experiments.” He hissed, matching Ashley’s anger at this point. He paused, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes. When he opened them and looked directly into the camera, his maniac grin was back. “I hear she would be the perfect specimen. And GOSH she is...” he licked his lips.
Ashley pressed her lips thin, meeting Shepard’s gaze.

“She is my insurance policy. Stay away and I’ll keep her as a pet. Come after me, and—” he winked and cut the feed.
Ashley closed her eyes and let out a long, painful moan, burying her face in her palms. Garrus was already on the comm. “He broadcasted it on our frequency. They saw it down at the command center. Anderson is on his way.” He reported matter of factly. “He wants to meet you downstairs.”
Ashley nodded and collapsed back into her chair, looking up at Garrus with a painful expression. “This is so FUBAR.” she sighed.
Garrus put a clawed hand on her shoulder. He felt her whole body shivering. “We’ll get her back, sister. Come on.”
At the command center, it was a blur of activity. The extraction team reported in, analysts were reviewing the message, checking for clues, people were calling other divisions. Anderson was already down there, waiting. There was a tall turian with him with intricate, white markings on his face. Garrus hissed appraisingly. Walking one step behind Ashley, he quickly whispered. “That’s Nihlus Kyrik. He’s a Spectre.”

Ashley nodded curtly to signal she understood, before they reached the trio. Ashley took a deep breath.
“General.” she nodded to Anderson, then turned towards the turian. “Spectre.”

Anderson started immediately.

“What happened, Williams?”

“Apparently, Jacob Taylor—”

“We all saw the broadcast, Williams. How could this have happened?”

Ashley blushed slightly upon hearing the first part. “We were betrayed—” One stare from Anderson and she fell quiet for a moment. “I take full responsibility, sir.”

Anderson lifted a hand to stop her.

“We realize that Taylor’s betrayal was something we could not foresee. But he played you.”

“I know, general, and I can assure you that we will take every—”

“You don’t understand, Williams. You’re out.” Anderson said quietly.
Of course, Ashley knew that this was coming. They figured it out on the way here with Garrus. She just wanted to buy some time and see how they stood. The turian Spectre however was an unkown variable. She shot a glance at Nihlus.

“But sir, I—”
“You are burned, Williams, and we are shutting this operation down until we complete a thorough investigation. You’re off the case, pending investigation. Somebody will take over once details are available. And I want you full report ASAP.”

“Sir, nobody is more familiar with Shepard’s case than me. If you take me off, you’re letting him win!”
“Well, he won this round.”

“So you give him what he wants—”

“—And we lost two agents and a freight ship in this operation. You have been compromised in more way than one... Is that true, by the way? That Agent Lawson is—”

Ashley sighed, closing her eyes. “Yes, sir.”

“Well then, that settles it. You’re benched.” Anderson said.

“Sir, I can assure you, that my judgement was in no way impaired by the personal—”

“Ashley.” Anderson said simply. He didn’t need to raise his voice.
Ashley pressed her lips thin. She took a big breath and nodded. Considering the situation, Anderson didn’t chew her out as bad as he could have. He remained quiet. As a soldier, he understood, but here, it was also procedures. And politics. They could go circles around this, but they were right. She was too involved.

“I understand, sir. You will have my full report.” She shot a glance at the turian, then looked at Anderson.
The general took a deep breath, and with a tone that suggested that it didn’t really matter any more, he motioned towards Nihlus.

“Lieutenant Commander, this is Spectre Nihlus. He came to observe the operation.”

Ashley closed her eyes and groaned quietly and whispered “FUBAR.”

“What was that, commander?” Anderson warned.

“Nothing, sir.” Ashley pulled herself together. She looked at the turian. “Why would a Council agent take interest in an Alliance operation in the Terminus System?”

Nihlus shot a glance at Garrus, before turning his head towards Ashley.

“I have no wish to get involved in Alliance operations, Lt. Commander. I was more interested in the individual performances,” he paused. “But given the circumstances, this may have been a bit premature.”
Ashley’s eyes widened. She looked at Anderson, and back at Nihlus. And then her complete failure dawned on her. This must be the Williams curse, she thought. She was screwed for life.
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