Book 1, Chapter 10 -- Cold Heat (Noveria)
A/N -- With so much content regarding the Noveria mission, I might stretch this to two chapters. See how it goes.
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After dropping Helena off on the Citadel, writing her a letter supporting whatever she wanted to do, suggesting she approach the Alliance. She thanked me for believing in her, sharing a last kiss on the docks, before she disappeared into the crowd. She was one of those women that I knew I'd see again in the future. We were like moths to a flame.
We were now on our way to Noveria after all the delays we'd experienced. Still no idea what had become of Saren. The fact all had gone quiet should have been a concern, but I was left thinking if he'd managed to find the Conduit and achieve what he wanted, the galaxy would know about it. So I still lived in hope that, once we sorted out the issues on Noveria, we'd find evidence of where Saren was.
On route, I sat down with Liara to discuss her relationship with Benezia, and also just to reassure her that her place in my team wasn't in dispute, and I would trust her to make the right choice if we did meet her mother, whether on Noveria or if we met her at a later date. I think my reassurance certainly helped make her feel a little better about things, though she did ask, "What will you do if we were to find her?"
"I haven't made that choice yet. If she forces my hand, I have no orders to bring her in alive. If she proves to be co-operative, then I'll admit I don't particularly want to kill her if we don't need to." She sighed with relief. "I'm not a complete bastard, Liara."
Her face fell. "Oh no, Shepard, I didn't mean..." She noticed the smirk on my face, now recognising I was joking.
"Look, I know I've probably done one or two things that would concern a few people, but I'll put it like this. If I think someone deserves to die, they're going to die. Haliat definitely deserved to die. I don't particularly believe in summary justice, playing the role of judge, jury and executioner, but I will admit that being a Spectre has given me a certain freedom. So Haliat was always going to die, and one or two others we've met so far, putting a bullet in them was the easiest way to deal with it."
"You've also done many good things from what I've seen," she stated with a small smile.
"Well, as I said, I'm not a complete bastard."
That made her giggle. "Can I ask... a favour?" I knew what she was going to ask, but I nodded for her to continue. "When we finally confront my mother... If I can't save her, I want to be the one to do it." That definitely made my eyes widen in surprise. "She is my mother, Shepard. And if she must die, I want it to be at my hand."
"If that's the case, you cannot hesitate, Liara. If I give the order, it must be done immediately."
"I understand, Shepard."
"But we don't know where she is, so for now, just keep it in the back of your mind. Let's just focus on Noveria and whatever is going on there."
"Of course, Shepard."
Entering orbit around Noveria, everyone had the specs of the planet. Home to numerous research stations. Completely snowbound and practically frozen. Completely uninhabitable, a good reason to do some rather interesting research. Given the secretive nature of what occurred on the planet, visitors were rarely if ever allowed. However, being a Spectre granted certain privileges. I could go where I wanted, though only within reason.
On approach, Joker was hailed by Noveria traffic control, warning us our ship was being tracked by defence systems and to immediately state the reason of our business. Placing a hand on his shoulder, I replied. "This is Commander Shepard, Alliance Navy and Council Spectre. My presence has been authorised as per the agreement between the local authority and the Citadel Council. However, I will add, should you not permit my docking on your planet, I will return with an entire Alliance fleet, and that will only lead to further complications for yourself."
There was silence for at least a minute as I ordered Joker to keep on our approach. If they dared fire...
"Your docking has been authorised, Commander Shepard. Standard docking procedures apply, proceed to bay five. Security will process you on arrival to check your credentials."
"Understood."
My team was already standing by the door to leave, so once Joker had the ship in position, the docking bay arm attaching itself, I didn't have to give any orders now. My team know what was required and expected of them. I just figured the mission was going to be a complete pain in the arse, considering our arrival.
Stepping off the
Normandy
, even with our armour, you could feel the cold seep through. Taking the lead, no-one was armed just yet, not wanting to get into a fight straight away. I was expecting a welcoming committee, not surprised we found one waiting for us only a few metres away from the ship. There was at least half a dozen, two human females, couple of turians, even a couple of salarians. The one in charge, an Asian woman I assumed from appearance, asked us to stop. "This is an unscheduled arrival. I need your credentials."
"You first."
"We're the law here. Show some respect," the blonde next to her spat.
I smirked as I met her eyes. She was an angry young thing. "Respect is earned, not given."
The one who asked for our credentials ignored her colleague, returning a brief nod. "Very well. I am Captain Maeko Matsuo, Elanus Risk Control Services."
"What do you reckon, LT? I outrank her?" I asked.
"Well, it would depend on which rank you chose to use, Commander. Using your Alliance rank, I'm not sure. But considering you're a Spectre, you pretty much outrank everyone on this planet."
"Thanks, LT." Looking back at the captain, I said, "That suffice?"
She smirked, realising the game I was playing. "I'm sorry, but I cannot allow your entry without confirming your identity. Sergeant Starling, secure their weapons."
"You're not seriously that stupid, are you?" I asked, obviously rhetorical, as the six of them soon had more weapons aimed at them before they'd managed to do anything. "Look, I don't care who you are or what rules you have. I'm not giving you my gun. Or guns."
"They'll only be prying them from my cold, dead hands," Wrex muttered.
"Looks like we have a stand-off," Matsuo stated, "As I cannot let you proceed."