A Justicar's Pursuit
Based off of the series: Mass Effect
CHAPTER 1:
Samara sat on the cold floor of the Meridia, the current Asari frigate she had been using for transport, meditating on the day's events. The day had been a waste of valuable time according to her. All the time she had spent scouring the galaxy, only to discover she had been searching herself into false lead. It had been awhile since Morinth had been clever enough to outsmart Samara, and Samara knew she needed to adapt to Morinth's new sense of elusiveness.
Being an Asari Justicar, Samara had a vast amount of power, both "legally" and biotically. Asari are born with biotics, biotics being a type of power that renders the very gravity around them. Pushing, pulling and shredding objects with a mere movement of her hands. Having biotic power meant being able to render the immediate space within the person's area. The Asari are an ancient race, humanoid like in appearance, but very much different from humanity. For Asari, it is common for them to live up to 1,000 years. They are an all female race, having the power to meld nervous systems with any other race in order to reproduce. Samara had sworn many oaths, and trained very brutally to be where she was now. But by being a Justicar, Samara had been isolated to her and her thoughts. Nothing more, for a Justicar had to put her work before her life, no matter what. Justicars followed a code, consisting of 5,000 sutras and covering every situation a Justicar could and would encounter. There was no questioning of the code, the code was omnipresent and was the only solution.
Samara had spent the last 276 years chasing Morinth, an "Ardat-Yakshi" or in simple terms an Asari incapable of controlling her melding. When and if an Ardat-Yakshi were to meld her nervous system with another being, the other beings nervous system would be overloaded, and be totally shut down, resulting in necrosis and almost instant death. An Ardat-Yakshi cannot help but continuing to meld and kill, for they draw power from each victim, hence an addiction begins. This was one of the very first times she had slipped up on her guard since Morinth's initial escape back when she was only 40. Samara looked out onto the abyss of space from the starboard observation deck of the ship. She had been given false information by a mercenary group called the Blue-Suns, leading her to the far off planet of Silix, located in the Amalthea Nebula of the Asari dominated part of space in the also known as Asari Space. Samara still had a lead on where Morinth may have escaped to however. The last time she had seen Morinth, it had been on Antrum, just barely slipping through Samara's clutches. It had been an innocent dock worker about to be executed by Morinth's hired men, and being bound by the code of the Justicar, her decision was made for her. Morinth however had left something behind in her wake. A data-pad that included key points of interest to Morinth. Samara believed it to be her private archive of places she had been considering most had been annotated with something along the lines of "police investigations" or "banishment". Samara sat up. Her meditative habits proved to be too lackadaisical at the moment, considering the more time she spent waiting, the harder it would become to find Morinth. Samara walked to the stair case and headed up towards the captain's quarters. She needed the captain to know of her plans and where the next destination would be.
"Captain Nasiala" said Samara, as she arrived at Nasiala's quarters. The room was small, and somewhat empty, with little decoration or adornment, which Samara admired in the Captain due to the modesty it showed about her character.
"Justicar, it is an honor, how may I be of assistance?" Samara was used to this greeting, being a Justicar did not come without it's shock and awe effect.
"The criminal I've been tracking has long abandoned this planet, I was mislead... A foolhardy mistake on my behalf" answered Samara.
"Next course of action?" asked Nasiala.
"I have reason to believe she has taken up residing on Analego" said Samara in a matter of fact manner.
"Shall I plot a course for that location next Justicar?" nervously asked Nasiala. Samara could understand the tone of her voice, Analego wasn't the most hospitable place in Asari Space. Being home to mercenaries, gangs and the "nightclub scene", Analego had developed the reputation of being the "Nightclub planet".
"Yes captain, if you would be so kind as to do so" Samara said in a soft voice. Nasiala said nothing, which cued Samara to leave. She knew she was endangering the crew of the Meridia by docking there, but it was a necessary risk, especially if her intuition about her daughter was right and Morinth was there. Samara made the mistake of having her daughter escape 276 years ago, she wouldn't let it happen again.