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Spectre Bk 02 Ch 14

Spectre Bk 02 Ch 14

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A/N - Australian / British standard English. There is a good chance of reading the following: lots of profanity, characters drinking, typos, and bad grammar at times.

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Shepard helps Samara with a centuries-old problem.

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Most of the crew, even some of my ground team, hadn't had the opportunity to get off the ship during our time in orbit around Tuchanka. To be honest, the planet hadn't been particularly hospitable. And it wasn't exactly conducive to tourism, shopping, going out for dinner or even having a stroll about. Not when nearly everything on the surface was capable of killing you.

Once I told the entire ship that we were going to Omega, I received plenty of requests for shore leave, even if it was only for a few hours or so. Given that I was already planning on being on Omega for more than one night, depending on what happened, I made an announcement that all crew would be given time ashore though that could be rescinded quickly depending on what happened.

Samara was eager to get off the ship and begin her investigation. I did suggest that she speak to Aria T'Loak. Samara shook her head and told me that she could not speak to Aria considering her Code. I needed information from Aria regarding my last recruit so offered to speak with Aria about it. Samara thanked me, letting me know that she would keep in touch.

Omega was somewhere that I wouldn't get off the ship without armour and weapons. I would head to Afterlife with anyone interested in letting their hair down while we were docked. Samara would do her own thing though would keep in touch with me about her progress. I was hopeful that Aria would have information for me.

We were still a couple of hours out from docking on Omega when EDI asked me to visit Samara in her quarters. She based herself in the lounge opposite Kasumi. The door opened automatically as always when he approached, finding Samara sitting cross-legged on the floor. She shimmered with a biotic aura though it disappeared.

"Shepard," she stated.

"EDI said you wanted to see me."

"I do. We need to talk." I watched as Samara rose to her feet. The red suit she wore was moulded to her body. A reminder of Miranda's suit in some regard. Samara walked to the window that provided such a wonderful view of space. Millions of stars twinkling in the distance. "Shepard, before we arrive on Omega, I must be honest with you about this fugitive that we're chasing. There is more to this than I've told you so far."

I walked forward and stood next to her, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye. She reminded me of Benezia in many ways though I was already aware of the power and talent at Samara's fingertips. She noticed my glance and returned a smile. "I'm guessing it's something big," I said.

"The asari that I've been hunting... I've been chasing her for four hundred years." She looked away and took a deep breath. "I have three daughters, Shepard. Falere, Rila and Morinth. All three are what we call pureblood..."

"I'm aware of the stigma. Liara... Well..."

"I am a pureblood, Shepard. My partner was not. But when she learned that we had three pureblood daughters and all of them were Ardat-Yakshi... She could not handle it. The stigma of being pureblood alone is difficult for many to accept though my partner and I were in love, and we wanted a family together."

"Which one are we chasing?"

"Falere and Rila understood what they were and live in isolation and comfort at a monastery. Morinth... She was always the smartest and the bravest of my daughters. She refused to follow the example of her younger sisters. She has spent the past four hundred years causing destruction wherever she has ended up. This is the closest to her that I've been in decades. I know she would have come to Omega to do what she normally does."

"Do you intend to kill her?" I had to ask.

"Unless I'm presented with a different option, the only way to stop her will be to kill her." Samara sagged and lowered her head. "Even after four hundred years, to realise that the only way to stop my daughter is to take her life..."

"I can't even begin to imagine."

That's when she turned to face me. "Will you help me, Shepard?" she asked softly.

"I'll speak to Aria about a few things. I'll mention that an Ardat-Yakshi has been tracked to the station. Maybe that'll help make her a little more cooperative."

"Or you could use your other charms," she stated rather mischievously.

That made me chuckle. "We don't have that sort of relationship. I'm not sure she even likes men. But we manage to get along."

"Helping me with this, Shepard... It would mean..."

When I grasped her hand, I felt her gently squeeze it in return. "I'm sure you've done some reading up on me since you arrived on this ship. I will help those in genuine need. And it's obvious that your daughter is dangerous. I'll do whatever I can to help."

"Thank you," she said softly.

The

Normandy

docked a couple of hours later, most of my crew and some of the staff eager to get off the ship for a few hours. I stood in front of them and gave them the usual warning whenever we found ourselves on Omega. Have a little fun, get drunk and laid if that's what they wanted, but be mindful of their surroundings and don't fuck around with the locals. Most of the women from my team were heading out together. When I noticed that Miranda and Jack were part of the same group, I almost smiled. I knew they wouldn't actually talk to each other, but seeing the change in Miranda was a pleasant surprise. I noticed that Chakwas and Kelly were both talking to Miranda, and there appeared to be real comradery between all of them.

I watched them all saunter off the ship with Samara alone as she approached me. We exchanged a glance and a nod. Samara was already in what I called 'Justicar Mode'. Nothing was going to stop her now. All her focus would be on locating her daughter.

"Going to get off the ship, Joker?" I had to ask before departing.

"Hell no, Commander. I'm going to stay here in my comfortable chair and not get my arse shot."

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"Fair enough. Depending on how everything goes, we might be here for a couple of days."

The bouncers leading into Afterlife gave me a cursory glance before flicking their heads in the direction of the door. The music was pumping as always, with small groups of people enjoying drinks and conversation. I grabbed a drink from the turian bartender and made my way towards Aria. A couple of batarians gave me a look as usual. I just ignored them as Aria's guards gave me a cursory glance before focusing their eyes elsewhere.

Aria was relaxing with a naked asari maiden to either side of her. She met my eyes and gestured with her head for me to sit nearby. "Here to see Xera? It'll make her month if you are," she said.

"Although I wouldn't mind seeing her, I'm here on business."

"Another favour?"

"Not exactly. I'm helping an asari justicar..."

Aria immediately sat up straighter. "You're what?"

I held up a hand to calm her down. "Calm down, Aria. The reason she's not here with me now is because of her code. If she entered this place, even outside asari space..."

"I'd rather not fight a justicar. Even I have my limits. Anyway, why are you helping her?"

"Ever heard of Ardat-Yakshi?"

Aria tried to play it cool, but I saw the eyes. "Girls... I need you to give me a few minutes with Shepard." I smiled as Aria gave them both a soft kiss, and the way the two maidens looked at her, I knew that the three had likely already made love earlier. Once we were alone, Aria moved closer to me and leaned forward, elbows resting on her thighs. "Ardat-Yakshi are what you humans would call the bogeyman. Most asari don't believe they are real. There are those of us who know the truth. They are real and they are fucking scary."

"You're scared of them?"

"I'm not." But her eyes moved towards the numerous asari around us. And that's when I realised that Aria cared more about them than probably anyone else would realise. "I know she's been smart enough to stay away from this nightclub and my girls. But I know she already has claimed one victim."

"Who?"

"A young human girl."

"And I'm guessing you..."

"She hasn't come after me or my girls, Shepard. There is one rule, and she appears to be following it. You're not stupid. You should understand what life is like here." I rose to my feet and was ready to walk away. "Shepard..." I turned to meet her eyes. "Be careful when dealing with her. Ardat-Yakshi are not to be messed with. Even someone like me would approach with caution."

I sat back down and cleared my throat. "One more thing since you seem to be in the know. We'll handle the Ardat-Yakshi. I'm looking for someone and hope she might have come through here. She's a mercenary by the name of Aela Blackblade. Also known as Aela the Huntress."

"Got a picture?"

I sent her a message via my Omni-tool. She opened hers and made a sound of approval. "You seem to be going out of your way to recruit attractive women, Shepard."

"The Illusive Man seems to know me well."

"Obviously I like to keep track of particular people that arrive here. And yes, Aela is working here. She isn't doing anything to piss me off so I'm just letting her get on with it."

"Any idea what she's doing?"

That's when Aria managed a grin. "You'll love her, Shepard. She kills batarians for fun."

"And you don't care?"

The question made her snort. "If you think I give a fuck about any of those idiots," she retorted, gesturing at some of her guards nearby, "I know their loyalty to me extends to the credits I pay them. And they're not stupid enough to try and take me down. I know humans and batarians have history. To be completely honest, I think a lot of batarians are complete arseholes. Way too high and mighty. And I'm also no fan of slavery. Anyway, I'll have my people search her out for you. Once I have an exact location, I'll send it your way." I was walking away when Aria called my name again. I turned back to see her smirking. "Good luck, Shepard. You're going to need it."

Walking out of Afterlife, having passed the table where many of the girls were already enjoying themselves, I sent Samara a message about what I'd learned. We met up nearby within a few minutes as we needed to discuss things. I wasn't surprised that she'd already heard many rumours about a young woman being killed in curious circumstances.

Tracking down the apartment where the young woman had lived, I observed Samara as she put her centuries of experience to good use. She knew the right questions to ask. The right locations in the bedroom to look. She was thorough in her examinations of anything important. I knew that not a single thing would be overlooked. The young woman that had been murdered, by the name of Nef, her mother was distraught and ever so hopeful that Samara could bring whoever the murderer was to justice. Samara promised that is what she was there for.

Gathering nearby at a small cafΓ© that sold awful coffee and food that was probably a week old, we discussed what she had discovered and what we should do next.

"She quite clearly prowls a nearby nightclub. Not Afterlife. I don't think even Aria T'Loak would tolerate her doing what she does on her turf. Her interests are quite obvious. Dance music. Drugs. Danger. Art. And violence. She uses all of those to seduce her target. But I know she will go after men or women of pretty much any species, Shepard."

"What do we do to catch her?"

"I have an idea though I'm not sure what you'll think about it."

"You want me to be a pawn?"

"Yes, Shepard. You have natural charisma as it is. If you were to attend tomorrow night, I am convinced that you would be able to draw her attention. Just be you. You ooze danger as it is, just sitting where you are."

"That's because a dozen batarians are doing their best not to glare in my direction. My face is fairly recognisable."

"Yet they're worried about just meeting your eyes. You are a coiled spring, Shepard. I would be concerned for anyone just laying their hand on your shoulder. You'd probably snap their fingers and wrist before doing whatever came to your mind next."

"And you think Morinth would be drawn to that?"

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"Shepard... Mating with an Ardat-Yakshi would be a death sentence for most. But I think you could get her into bed and fuck her in such a manner to leave her... Well, the only thing that I'd suggest is don't meld while fucking her."

"Samara, there is one question I must ask. Are you going to kill her?"

"She will have two options, Shepard. One will be instant death. The other will be returning to the monastery and living the rest of her life there. I know that might not seem like justice to a list of her victims, but the Code I undertook was to simply stop her. If I can save one life, even if it is hers, then I have done some good for the galaxy."

"Tomorrow night?"

"It will give you enough time to prepare. I'll return to the ship and prepare some notes for you to review. Learn them as best as you can. Morinth is incredibly intelligent. She will see through any of what you would call bullshit. I know you'll be convincing, and once you get into the bedroom... Make sure you take her to a hotel. That will at least put her slightly off-kilter."

"Should I fuck her?"

"Absolutely. It'll be the perfect distraction. I hear all the women talk, Shepard. I'm confident that you fucking her will leave her ready to agree to anything as long as she still got your dick."

I couldn't help chuckling. "I don't have a magic dick, Samara."

Samara rose to her feet with a smile on her face, and we walked back towards the ship. She stopped just before walking down the ramp and took one of my hands in hers. "Go and have some fun tonight, Shepard. Tomorrow night probably won't be fun, even when you're fucking my daughter," she said without humour.

"Will you be okay?"

"Tonight? Yes. Tomorrow night?" She glanced away before I squeezed her hand. "I'm a tired, broken-down old warrior, Shepard. I can be honest with you about that. I've been doing this for centuries. The end is finally near. When this is solved, I can dedicate myself entirely to the mission. But I may need comfort after tomorrow night." She put a finger to my lips before I could ask or make a suggestion. "Not that comfort. My code forbids me from sexual relationships."

"Really?"

"And would you really..."

"In a heartbeat, Samara. I've been involved with matriarchs before. And I'll be honest. You are stunning."

She tried not to smile. But it eventually formed. Hell, I think she even blushed slightly. "Shepard," she stated softly, "I'm nearly nine hundred years older than you."

"And?" She glanced away and I knew that I'd embarrassed her. "I'm just being honest, Samara. I'm always honest with any woman that I'm with. We might not have to be intimate, but I'll definitely be your friend. And a shoulder to lean on whenever you need one."

"Thank you, Shepard."

I watched her walk back onto the ship. Given what I'd be doing the next evening, I did go and join all the girls in Afterlife for an hour or so before I gave them brief details of what I'd be doing the next evening. A few of them were naturally worried about me going up alone against Morinth, but I knew Samara would be lingering nearby.

"Are you really going to fuck her, Shepard?" Miranda wondered.

"Probably. Samara reckons that if I get her into bed and start fucking her..."

"Dominate the bitch," Kelly stated harshly to the surprise of nearly everyone. When we all stared at her, she started to blush. "I'm just saying, she'll be drawn to your power and danger. I mean... You've... um..."

"I'm going to spend the night alone as I'll be up early to prepare. Samara is going to send me details and I need to be ready. Miranda, I want to roleplay tomorrow afternoon before I head out. I'll ask Samara to send you the same details. I don't want to make any mistakes that will either give myself away or not draw her attention."

"Just get your dick out, Shepard," Miranda whispered. I realised she was already a little bit drunk.

"Fuck yes, cheerleader!" Jack exclaimed, banging down a shot glass, "Finally a good idea! Get that big hunk of man meat out now, Shepard."

I knew doing something that would only lead to a long line of blowjobs and sex and given that I hadn't been intimate with a few women around the table, I didn't want my first time with any of them to be in such a public way. I eventually moved across so that I sat next to Jack, feeling her immediately snuggle into my side. Such a difference to her character now that she was settled.

"Once this is all over, and we all come back safe and sound, we'll have some fun," I assured the group, "But before then, I will make myself available to all of you, but the mission is still paramount. But you girls can let your hair down as often as you can. I know what we're facing isn't easy to comprehend. And what we've been told..."

"We believe in you, Shepard," Miranda stated. I turned to where she was sitting next to me and pulled her close to kiss her, "And I definitely do," she added in a whisper.

When I caressed her cheek, I didn't miss how her lower lip trembled. I kissed her again and heard her whimper slightly. That sound wasn't missed by a few of the others around the table despite the loud music. I pulled back and met her eyes. They closed as I continued to caress her cheek.

"I'm going to have a shit day tomorrow. Want to come up and snuggle? No sex. I really don't think I should tonight."

I think Miranda nearly burst into tears in addition to being as happy as I could remember that I'd invited her up to my room again. No one seemed to show any jealousy. Even Jack seemed cool with the idea, though I knew her relationship with Miranda had improved only slightly. As long as they were not at each other's throats or trying to kill each other, I was content.

Leading Miranda onto the ship and then up to my cabin, I could almost feel the nerves, perhaps thinking that this was the night we would make love, despite what I'd just said. I continued to hold her hand as I led her into my cabin and down the steps towards my bed. When I turned to face her, I saw a couple of tears trickling down her cheek. Before I could ask what was wrong, she kissed me hard. All the emotion. All the passion. All the love. Everything she felt for me. If she'd been asari, it would have been overwhelming as she probably would have melded at the same time.

We slowly undressed each other. I'd seen Miranda naked plenty of times by now, but this was different. Pulling her into my body once we were naked, she gazed at me with only one feeling evident on her face.

"Miranda..."

"I'm yours, Shepard," she whispered, "I don't care about the others. I know who you are. I know what you do. I just want to be part of it."

"And after all of this?"

"I'll figure it out." Her lower lip trembled again, and she nearly started to cry. "Two years, Shepard. I spent two years and all I know is that I loved what I was doing. I knew that when you woke up you would be who you were." And then Miranda Lawson cried. She clung to me tightly as I held her in return. "And I thought you were going to hate me," she sobbed into my shoulder, "I know you don't, that you've been so good to me from the start, but I was terrified of the day you woke up."

"Because you already had feelings?"

"During those last few months, I would kiss your forehead and whisper that I loved you." I lifted her chin to meet my eyes and the heartache in them almost broke my heart. "I knew about your previous lovers. I knew you'd still love them. But I wished more than anything that you'd love me too."

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