Here is chapter number dos. I hope you like it, and again, pleas review. Pretty please with a giant cherry on top, especially if you want to see more chapters.


The transmission was fuzzy, blurred and the several voices all speaking at once on the screen were hard to make out from each other. Several Asari's were all yelling and moving around a command deck to an Asari cruiser. Every couple seconds an explosion would sound off and sparks would fly into the deck. It seemed as though the cruiser was under attack. The odd whooshing noises that came with each explosion were that of Geth fighters. Morgan leaned back in his uncomfortable chair, trying his best to concentrate. He reversed the video, and watched it again, then a third time.

Chace spoke at Morgan's right. "Can we isolate one wave of sound?"

It was a good idea. Sandecker spoke into his com, gave the order. The video played again, just one voice was heard instead of many, but it was still hard to pick out, from an Asari off screen. Sandecker, Morgan and Chace watched the video four more time, each time on a new voice, and each time the video was still incomprehensible. Finally they got a coherent voice, strong and firm. It was the Asari closest to the screen.

"Help, help. We are under attack by Geth ships, this is Asari Cruiser 899076, please help us, please respond." The Asari grasped the screen, then fell, her eyes wide in pain. Morgan guessed she had been hit by shrapnel. The video went black.

Sandecker stood. "They are in this system. I'll send some fighters."

"With all due respect Admiral, some fighters might not be enough. I volunteer the Eastwood for the rescue mission. We've taken on eleven Geth fighters at once and came out without a scratch before now." Chace said.

Morgan shot Chace a look, but Chace would not meet his partner's eyes.

"Very well." Sandecker glanced at Morgan. "Get your crew together."


Morgan and Chace stood behind Lance Corporal Lee Massey at the front of the Eastwood. Massey was the Eastwood's pilot. He was young, tall and his eyes flicked over the many panels rapidly. Lee was speaking loudly as he piloted the Eastwood out of the Appalachians' hanger.

"Ok, you send out the entire crew on a mission to save a bunch of Asari's? I think one of you is just trying to get laid." He commented.

"I'm married." Chace held up two hands as if surrendering.

Lee stared at Morgan.

"You're expendable." Morgan informed the pilot. It was his version of a joke.

Lee laughed loudly. "Oh, so the black man is expendable?"

Not answering Morgan put a hand on lee's shoulder, then walked towards the Galaxy map. "Everybody," He said into the intercom located next to the map, "Strap down."

There was a rush of blue and white around the ship, then blackness. In two seconds the Eastwood and its crew had traveled 5673200 miles. They could not see anything but stars. There wasn't even a visible planet nearby. Morgan went to a display screen and looked at five different views of the endless void outside the ship's hull. On the fourth view he saw it. Seven Geth fighters were taking a series of dives at a small red curved cruiser.

"You got em?" Chace asked.

"Yes I do." Lee replied. The Eastwood shook as it launched two missiles towards the Geth fighters. Both hit their targets, two fighters exploded. "Ok, now they better know we are here."

"Evasive maneuvers." Morgan ordered. The Eastwood spun in space, then pulled up and shot two more missiles towards the Geth. Again each hit targets, sending molten metal flying in all directions. The fight was going easier than Morgan had expected it would have been.

Within one minute all enemy ships had been completely eliminated, and space was only occupied by the Eastwood and the Asari cruiser, both slowly drifting towards each other. The air was silent once again. Chace had his hands on the command board.

"Lee."

"Yeah yeah, you can applaud me later."

"Lee, can you open a link with the cruiser?"

"Aye sir."

Static filled the air, then a voice, the same one that they had heard in the video. "Who is that? This is the Liberty 899076, please open link Alliance ship."

"This is the SSV Eastwood, serial number 2696." Chace answered the Asari's message.

"So you are Alliance." The Asari sounded relieved.

"Yes. I am Chace Verble, Spectre." Chace introduced himself. Morgan remained silent.

"I am Liandra Coli, captain of the Liberty. Thank you for saving us. I assume you got the distress call?" Liandra asked.

"Yes." Chace said, "Is the Liberty still operational?"

"No." Liandra's voice dropped slightly.

"How many Is your crew?"

"17."

"We have room on our ship to transport you and your crew." Chace informed.

Liandra sounded doubtful, "Where are you going?"

"The the Alliance Dreadnaught Appalachian, then to Gilgamesh." Morgan said, "Prepare to be boarded."


Liandra was, in a word, beautiful. Her blue skin looked soft. Her body was well proportioned and her bright blue eyes were large and held an openness that could make anyone confide in her. Morgan watched the Asari with some concern. They were in the medical bay of the Eastwood. Liandra was sitting up on one of the steel operating tables. Her body was cut up and bleeding. The Eastwood's medic, Dr Cross, was treating her wounds.

According to Joinia, Liandra was caught by a panel that had exploded behind her. Shrapnel had cut up the Asari's back and sides but Liandra was not in danger from her wounds.

"We are a survey team, looking for uranium deposits. We were attacked in an ambush. Our ship has no self defense weaponry on it, and only a few of us are trained soldiers. Joinia…" Liandra motioned at the younger Asari.

Joinia did look considerably younger. If she had a human shade of skin and a smooth neck and human hair instead of the odd slicked back layers of skin that all Asari's had where hair usually would have been she could have been a teenager. Her eyes were not large like Liandra's, but were beadier and sadder. Chace wandered what her eyes had seen to make them feel so dark despite the bright blue hue.

"What are you doing on the dreadnaught?" Liandra asked.

"We are tracking a signal from a human artifact. But that is only our crew. Most of the people on the Appalachian are working to take back Gilgamesh."Morgan explained.

I'm sorry," Joinia said, "Are the Geth on Gilgamesh?"

"No. Only pirates." Morgan said.

"Why are the pirates on Gilgamesh?" Liandra asked.

Chace shook his head. "No idea, but it is an important base and we need it back."

Liandra gave the two humans a small smile. "Like I said, my crew and I are not soldiers, but we promise to help in any way we can."

"Thank you." Chace nodded and shook Liandra's hand.

Liandra looked at Winston Morgan for a long moment. Morgan aluted Chace, gave an acknowledging nod to dr. Cross, then left the Med-Bay. Confused Liandra touched Chace's shoulder. Chace gazed at the Asari for almost a minute.

"What is wrong with the other Spectre?" Liandra finally asked.

"Morgan. He's not very warm and cuddly." Chace told her.

"Why is that?"

"You'd have to ask him." Chace winked and sat at the foot of Liandra's ed. "Were you carrying anything important on your cruiser that the Geth might want?"

Joinia answered before Liandra could, "Nothing."

"We excavated some Prothean writings. Poems, stories and things like that as well as the uranium. Nothing the Geth would want." Liandra said.

"Well, I'll need access to everything on the Liberty's files." Chace told the two.

"You may have it. We have nothing to hide." Liandra smiled warmly

"I cannot tell you how refreshing that is to hear."