The Justicar's War Dog 1/4
anonymous
March 15 2013, 06:03:46 UTC
Pairing is Samara/Femshep is d/s, but can get to kinkier bits if the story is worth continuing not so fluffy What really got me thinking was the part about Shepard still being a badass.
When a war ends vacuums inevitably consume the opening left. In the case of the Reaper War, a war as large as the galaxy, the power vacuums consumed entire swaths of space, even in the most stable of systems. Raiders, pirates and slavers penetrated deeper into asari controlled territory than any of the long-lived race could remember and the rebuilding efforts made it neigh impossible to stem the tide. Still an attempt had to be made to protect the innocent and level justice on to the criminals that preyed upon them.
For a solid month a batarian gang had been using an asari frigate they salvaged to attack the many freighters moving supplies between planets. With the military spread so thin they rarely even need fire a shot, victims often mistaking them for their own. The ease at which their victories came made them grow greedy and lazy. Their ammo stocks ran low, since their prey was nearly all civilian and they couldn’t tear themselves away from gathering more plunder to properly resupply; their moral high enough that celebrations were a near nightly occurrence.
As the crew of four-eyed aliens partied one evening a small vessel carefully approached them through a hole in their sensors. A hole so obvious that scans could detect its damaged external array from outside visual range. As easy as a mosquito feeding off a black-out drunk the ship a fraction the size of the frigate attached itself to the escape pod ejection point.
The batarian’s had apparently also failed to change any access codes as control of the frigate’s computer was obtained without resistance. Doors across the decks locked to separate the crew, not that any of them noticed. The ship was penetrated without hassle. Through the outer hatch a pair of intruders slipped into the escape pod before gaining full access to the ship proper.
An engineer coming back from the bathroom staggered by just in time to see the odd sight of a pod opening on its own. Mumbling a curse he detoured toward the faulty piece of shit. Just feet away he heard the whoosh of a door behind him, but when he looked there wasn’t a soul. Before another profanity could cross be uttered his chest seized, needles tore at his flesh and a warp field wrenched the life from his body.
On the command deck a skeletal crew of three manned their posts, but duty was far from their mind. They passed around a bottle of spirits as they tried to talk someone over the comm. to send up one of their asari captives. Nine minutes of fruitless persuasion finally led them to giving up and the helmsman going to fetch another bottle. The instant the door opened and an omni-blade tore him from nuts to neck and within seconds two pistol shots hollowed out the other two batarian’s skulls. The human infiltrator scanned the bridge once before dropping back into cloak.
Clueless pirates were dispatched without challenge by the two intruders room by room, deck by deck. Most died sleeping in their bunks, a few manning their stations, a couple chatting in the hall and one while using the toilet. None of them had a chance to suspect their end until it had come. Along the way they also managed to liberate three abused asari grateful that their nightmares were over. Only at the door to the mess hall did the invisible soldier pause the silent massacre.
She didn’t wait long before her Justicar superior came marching down the hallway. A pleased grin hinting on her violet lips, seeing she was the second to arrive. The scans they took from their enemies own sensors told them that twelve batarian pirates and two asari prisoners were in the final room that required clearing. Stealth would be replaced by shock, so the human infiltrator dropped her cloak and readied a flash grenade.
is d/s, but can get to kinkier bits if the story is worth continuing
not so fluffy
What really got me thinking was the part about Shepard still being a badass.
When a war ends vacuums inevitably consume the opening left. In the case of the Reaper War, a war as large as the galaxy, the power vacuums consumed entire swaths of space, even in the most stable of systems. Raiders, pirates and slavers penetrated deeper into asari controlled territory than any of the long-lived race could remember and the rebuilding efforts made it neigh impossible to stem the tide. Still an attempt had to be made to protect the innocent and level justice on to the criminals that preyed upon them.
For a solid month a batarian gang had been using an asari frigate they salvaged to attack the many freighters moving supplies between planets. With the military spread so thin they rarely even need fire a shot, victims often mistaking them for their own. The ease at which their victories came made them grow greedy and lazy. Their ammo stocks ran low, since their prey was nearly all civilian and they couldn’t tear themselves away from gathering more plunder to properly resupply; their moral high enough that celebrations were a near nightly occurrence.
As the crew of four-eyed aliens partied one evening a small vessel carefully approached them through a hole in their sensors. A hole so obvious that scans could detect its damaged external array from outside visual range. As easy as a mosquito feeding off a black-out drunk the ship a fraction the size of the frigate attached itself to the escape pod ejection point.
The batarian’s had apparently also failed to change any access codes as control of the frigate’s computer was obtained without resistance. Doors across the decks locked to separate the crew, not that any of them noticed. The ship was penetrated without hassle. Through the outer hatch a pair of intruders slipped into the escape pod before gaining full access to the ship proper.
An engineer coming back from the bathroom staggered by just in time to see the odd sight of a pod opening on its own. Mumbling a curse he detoured toward the faulty piece of shit. Just feet away he heard the whoosh of a door behind him, but when he looked there wasn’t a soul. Before another profanity could cross be uttered his chest seized, needles tore at his flesh and a warp field wrenched the life from his body.
On the command deck a skeletal crew of three manned their posts, but duty was far from their mind. They passed around a bottle of spirits as they tried to talk someone over the comm. to send up one of their asari captives. Nine minutes of fruitless persuasion finally led them to giving up and the helmsman going to fetch another bottle. The instant the door opened and an omni-blade tore him from nuts to neck and within seconds two pistol shots hollowed out the other two batarian’s skulls. The human infiltrator scanned the bridge once before dropping back into cloak.
Clueless pirates were dispatched without challenge by the two intruders room by room, deck by deck. Most died sleeping in their bunks, a few manning their stations, a couple chatting in the hall and one while using the toilet. None of them had a chance to suspect their end until it had come. Along the way they also managed to liberate three abused asari grateful that their nightmares were over. Only at the door to the mess hall did the invisible soldier pause the silent massacre.
She didn’t wait long before her Justicar superior came marching down the hallway. A pleased grin hinting on her violet lips, seeing she was the second to arrive. The scans they took from their enemies own sensors told them that twelve batarian pirates and two asari prisoners were in the final room that required clearing. Stealth would be replaced by shock, so the human infiltrator dropped her cloak and readied a flash grenade.
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