Vorven subtly exited his transport. The stealth systems were top notch. It was just like that of the joint Turian-Human project deemed "Normandy". His operation was simple, investigate the Salarian mini-cruiser, collect any evidence and bring it to Korvic for analysis. Redundant as it was, things got more complicated..
Many council-races' cruisers had been spontaneously disabled with no prior warning. Communication was lost within thirty seconds of disablement. Teams were dispatched on sight, but found each one empty. Worst-case, the entire ships were filled with the dead and no evidence of what transpired was ever found. Vorven received a distress call before this particular one went out. Immediately he set course for it.
As he infiltrated the ship he wondered who was behind these attacks. The Geth could be behind all of this, but they were getting much more stupid the more they were hunted down. Batarians were out of the question. They possessed little to no technology or skill to commit abductions to this magnitude. Human ships were not attacked, which Vorven realized put Batarians out of the question. "Who then?" he asked himself out loud.
He pounced onto the cargo-hold floor, not making a single sound. He skulked around looking for any shred of detail that would indicate what was going on. There was nothing that gave him any clue to what had happened.
He exited the cargo-hold and made his way to what appeared to be the Kitchen. A tranquil scene at best. No signs of struggle, hardly any acrid smells; nothing.
He made his way over to the oven, at least that's what it looked like to him. There sat something that was still being cooked. Though it was only a little over done, Vorven couldn't shake the horrible smell from it. Salarians can't cook he thought to himself. It was only starting to properly cook, which made him wonder if the culprits were far ahead. He fumbled around with the switches trying to turn the oven off.
When he shut it off, Vorven made his way to the door and out to the hall way. This Salarian cruiser reminded him of the time when Korvic and him leveled a Batarian slaver facility. The best word he could describe the place was sterile. Clean and white as a sheet, until Korvic reduced everyone to a bloody pulp. That was the beauty about his Krogan partner. He didn't care whose guts he sprayed all over Vorven, just as long as their guts did get all over him. Yet Vorven still didn't know how he could classify Korvic as a scientist when he fought much more brutally than most Krogan. Yet not many scientists were as smart as he was when it came to anything you could name that was scientific in manner.
Vorven started for the bridge so that he could check the logs to see if they contained any useful information. So far he had found nothing on the lower levels to indicate anything other than what he had already known. When he reached the doors he heard voices. They were sapient, as if that wasn't apparent enough. He whipped out his sniper rifle and opened the door.
He readied his cloak, but stopped at the sight of Humans. He was puzzled at how the hell they were behind this until one shouted "kill the damned Turian!" Vorven took the scene in and counted five of the humans. He immediately initiated his cloak and ran behind a pillar to line up a shot. He aimed at the one who shouted then squeezed the trigger liquefying his head instantly. When the others took note of their companions fate, they were terrified and started shooting blindly. After a few seconds of constant fire, the remaining adversaries dove for the nearest cover.
Vorven sheathed his sniper rifle and pulled out his pair of Hand-cannons and charged the enemies. He aimed one pistol at the head of one then shot another in the stomach. When he reached another foe he punched her right in the ribs so hard that they shattered on impact. She fell down breathing heavily. He heard the blood filling her lungs. The last of the group put a biotic barrier around herself expecting bullet fire.
Vorven tucked his guns away, held his arm up, lined his hand with her body and his arm was engulfed in blue energy. The woman's biotic barrier was forcibly removed by the shot. She slowly backed trying to accept her inevitable end of it all. He lined up again and shot a blue ball at her. He heard her body snap and Vorven saw the life fade from her eyes.
He examined the bodies after awhile and found that all of them were wearing similar black and white uniforms. They were snug around their bodies with a crystal like emblem on the shoulders. He had seen that insignia before; he knew the group, he had to.
Cerberus, the Pro-Human organization. If they possessed this technology, every non-human had something to fear. Where did they get this and how?
"Vorven...... Vorven do you copy," The sweet sound of his beloved. He felt sorry that she lived in that environmental suit her whole life.
"I copy. This is our last assignment, I found the culprit. I've obtained logs from the ship's computer." he replied
"Good, Korvic can take a look at it. He still hasn't forgiven you for not taking him" Nayal'Furila vas Devastator said
"We need tactics for this. Not to mention stealth. Korvic would alert them with his breath a mile away."
"Keelah, he's right her,"
Vorven smirked; he liked Korvic more than Korvic knew.
He made his way to the transport and set the course for the Devastator. The Turian special forces could make you one hell of an infiltrator, but the Salarians are the ones to make a powerful biotic out of someone not exposed to element zero. Now he could focus on his mission. One that would shape the outcome of things to come.