Shepard was able to keep the Justicar from killing the Asari detective, but they had a whole new mission:
Find the name of the ship that held the fugitive.
And also find out who killed the Vollin.
Blak wandered who this fugitive was. Did they know the Eclipse mercs well enough to just get on board... Or was there this inside friend? More importantly, what made this fugitive wanted so bad.
"Hey, Justicar woman."
Samara, meditating above the desk, glared at him. She was studying him, almost. Except she didn't really care for him and his ungroomed face.
"Yes? What is it you ask?"
"I was wandering about this fugitive of yours and why she's so important."
The Justicar only gave him the simplest of answers. And it screamed far from what her reasons are.
"She is a highly dangerous fugitive that must be put down. I must find her."
Blak, knowing the whole trade of merc and bounty hunter thing (it went hand in hand sometimes) he knew she wasn't giving up much. She didn't seem like the type to do things for greed, but she was holding out on info.
"Alright, I see how it is. I've done trade like that."
"I do not mean any hard feelings." The Justicar said. "I would rather keep these matters private."
"Good job with that." Jack remarked.
Blak followed Shepard and jack to the docking bays, where it they were bound to find the name of that ship, but also a bunch of pissed off eclipse thugs. And apparently, something toxic. Yet, its suppose to make biotic users more powerful.
The elevator took awhile to get to the floor they needed to go. And there wasn't any elevator music...
"I could use a good jam right now." Blak said.
But the walls were cold white, just like this future seemed cold. It was dull in its peaceful style, but just like in his days, there's no peace. Just quiet.
A machine rose up, activating when it felt the presents of enemies.
Blak pulled out his revolver and fired all the rounds out of it. Breathing heavily and shaking with anticipation. "That thing scared the hell out of me!"
Shepard and Jack looked at him, looked at the crazy man scared of robots.
He saw they were staring, as if they didn't understand... Then again, they didn't "what?" He said "don't think I won't shoot that fucking toaster! Fucking toaster shits..."
Shepard just shook her head "let's keep going, there's bound to be some more enemies in the next room."
"Yeah," jack said "and they probably heard mister Dumb ass over here!"
"Jack! Don't start it now."
If anyone cared, it was Shepard. She didn't exactly support Blak in any way, though knew he was still new. But she didn't want something stupid to start a fight in the middle of there mission.
They had entered the enemy lines, ready to kill. And there fingers on their triggers. Guns were fired, and the fight was on, waging against a group willing to kill Shepard and her squad mates.
Blak held his gun, looking down the barrel and watching for one of those basterd's to pull there head up. Patients wasn't his strong suit though...
So he chunked a grenade at the eclipse thug and waited for chunks to fly.
"Holy shi-" boom! A head flew up into the ceiling only for it to smack the hard roof and fall into the chasm of the building.
"Nice." Jack complimented.
"You bet your ass its nice!" Blak remarked, and then proceeded to kill more of those "mercs".
Left to right, Blak made deaths occupation just a bit easier. Bullets pearcing armor, and visors cracking open. Blood was spilling, and a face was obliterated. Thanks to Shepard, of coarse.
Blak looked at her fine gun, had the looks of a sniper and the blast of a shotgun angled one way. And he couldn't help but envy Shepard's gun.
"Okay, okay! The guns you use aren't pussy guns..."
"And you want one."
Blak nodded without a good pace, his little eyes looked as a child's on Christmas day. Which was disturbing, because he has the face of a grown man.
Shepard reluctantly handed her sniper to blak, and he put his hand on rifle. He touched the trigger and looked through the scope. He was kinda extatic. The frame was so clean... Clean enough to see the eclipse thug sneaking into a room.
He took his eyes above the scope and looked at the door slide up, knowing that a certain someone is trying to hide from them.
"Hey, Shepard..." He looked at the commander "I think there's someone trying to play hide and seek with us."
Shepard looked at where the sniper was pointing. A door.
They approached the room, hearing someone gasp but try and keep silent. Try and keep hidden. Blak knew something like that.
Shepard walked out of the room, for a little bit. But she came back and pulled out her pistol, letting it come out of its coil.
The woman came out, well, girl. She was Asari, but blak knew a young kid when he saw one. She had a smooth blue face like the rest of them.
"What are you doing here? Your just a kid."
She hesitated. Pulling up her pistol. Blak and jack pulled there's up too, out numbering the guns held. The girl said "I was just pretending to shoot you! I wasn't going to actually kill you!"
"You wearing enemy armor, I'm going to kill you!" Jack yelled.
"What's your name?" Shepard asked.
The girl looked around, attempting to say her own name. "Elnora. My names Elnora. I only became a merc because I thought we would be shooting bad guys around the galaxy. But they've only been smuggling drugs and even ported an Arhdot Yatdsi."
"A Ardat... Yatsi? What the hells that?" Blak asked, as confused as Shepard.
"It translates to 'demon of the night wind.' I always thought they were superstition. But... I saw her."
"Highly dangerous, hmm...?" Blak thought about how this chick could be so dangerous... And then wondered if she was any hot. She probably was.
Shepard had to continue the questioning for the ship name. Elnora didn't know, but then there came the question if she murdered the fat Vollin. She shook her head, but it took her awhile to deny it.
Blak pulled out his revolver, putting a bullet in one of its fillers.
"What's that?!" Elnora asked, a lump stuck in her throat.
He held the gun up, its black steel shining to the light of the room "why, my dear, its a classic gun. Back in... What? 1970 something, a great gun was made for a great film. Coarse, there were two guns, a prop gun and the real gun. I got the real one."
"How many bullets are in that?" Elnora asked.
"Oh... Just two."
"Your ly-" before Elnora could say it, Blak pulled the trigger and shot the bullet into the wall, proving her wrong.
"Shit!" She cried.
"Okay. Were going to take a lie detector test, and I'd really appreciate the truth. If you wanna say it..."
The girl was completely quiet, her gun in Shepard's hand after the first bullet flew.
Blak sighed, and pulled the trigger. A click of an empty filler, and the girl squealed. Blak was getting somewhere, but instead of giving him an answer, she just breathed heavily.
He pulled the trigger again, and Elnora squealed again.
"I don't know where the second bullet is, but I suggest you say something already."
"Okay, okay, okay!" She was all teary eyes and holding herself "I killed the Vollin! I killed it to get in the eclipse group! Everyone has to kill for there initiation."
Blak put his gun back, looking at the poor girl. These basterd merc groups were going to learn a thing or two once Blak could find them. Maybe find and gut the eclipse leader first... Yeah. Make him pay.
"Shepard, can we take her with us?"
They all looked at him. Shepard the most surprised looking. She didn't know if it was such a good idea to take just anyone with them. Especially on there mission.
"I'm not sure..."
"You know the eclipse group would kill her once we get out of here. She just spilled the beans on all of them. Come on, captain. At least for awhile."
"I'm not a captain, I'm a commander." She sighed, though. Thinking about these thugs. "But I see what your saying, blak. Fine, she can stay on our ship, but your looking after her."
She gave Elnora a good look, almost warning her she was going to speak firmly. "If you don't meet us at the Normandy, we WILL use the evidence you gave us. Got it?"
The girl nodded, and ran off.
"Good girl." Shepard remarked "let's keep moving."
{Hope you enjoyed this edited chapter!}