Disclaimer: I do not own or make any claim to the Mass Effect universe or the characters contained in this story, all of which are owned by BioWare and Electronic Arts. This is simply my interpretation of some events within the game universe.

[AN: And finally, here is Javik's view on the primitive's terror.

This chapter was suggested by Karamazov, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to get around to writing it, other things kind of got in the way.

But nevertheless, here it is now, so I hope you enjoy it. /AN]


The four-eyed predator surveyed his new surroundings, every touch bringing with it memories and emotions experienced by those who had walked these hallways before him. The memories coated the ships interior like a film or residue, one which not even the most thorough of cleans could ever remove; and he could see it all.

He saw the humans going about their ignorant lives, unaware of the true horror of the Reapers.

He saw a Krogan, immense and wrathful, but also confused and lost, filled with memories that were not his; a feeling he could understand well.

He saw terror as corrupted mockeries of his people attacked this vessel, harvesting its crew. It was like the time before, 50 000 years ago. So much had changed, and yet so little as well.

But there was a place where the memories of fear and foreboding were so great that they almost permeated the air itself. It was an access hatch to series of maintenance tunnels, and all around it there was a residue of terror directed towards an eight-legged demon known to the humans as a 'Spider'.

These memories were the product of the Normandy's human engineers and a… Quarian? Yes, a Quarian, though she wore an enclosed suit for some reason, strange primitives. The Quarian in particular feared this demon, even more than she feared the 'Legion' Synthetic that she had attempted to destroy. Her fear ran so deep that she entered the tunnels armed and prepared for combat.

There were also memories of anxiety from the 'Garrus' Turian; it seems he too had encountered this demon, and resolved never to allow to enter his proximity again.

There were no memories of fear from the Commander, however.

Either he was unaware of this demon living in the bowls of his Ship, and was therefore a fool, or he was very aware of it and left it to test the resolve of those under his command, in which case he was very wise and worthy of his command.

It was strange though, Javik knew that his people had studied the fauna of Earth, and they had discovered many species of 'Spider', but none should have inspired the terror that he could feel with every light touch of a surface near the hatch. The Spiders his people had found had all been small web-spinners; inactive and harmless even with their weak venom.

These memories were born of a creature much more ferocious.

Still puzzling about the strange fears of the primitives he now found himself surrounded by, Javik turned to leave, but not before his hyper-attuned sense alerted him to the fact he was being watched. He panned his head, all four eyes working to find the being stalking him.

The only thing that gave it away was the glint of the light of its ten eyes in the harsh artificial light of Engineering.

Once it was located, all four of Javik's eyes brought it into sharp relief, detailing the long, thick legs and the flattened body, the short, sturdy hairs that coated its body and the glistening fangs that worked slowly within their position underneath its large void-like eyes.

Javik was now face to face with the demon that had struck terror into the hearts of the primitives.

Sneering at the creature, he felt for the Dark Energy he knew to be coalescing around him, ready to vanquish the creature once and for all; if, indeed, there was only one. But just as he was about to crush the demon into oblivion, it disappeared.

Even with his predatory senses working at their peak, Javik was unable to track the impossibly rapid pace at which the creature fled. It must have sensed the change in pressure that preceded his biotic assault and retreated.

Wise, for such a simple creature.

Allowing the Dark Energy he had pooled around himself dissipate, Javik once more turned to return to his quarters. He need to wash his hands once more, the memories were becoming overwhelming, as he had often found in his few days aboard the Normandy so far.

Still, he had solved one mystery, and while the fear shown by the humans and Quarian towards that creature was unnatural, it was not entirely irrational.

Perhaps there is some wisdom in this cycle.


[AN: And there we have it, everyone's favourite (only) vengeful Prothean companion's view on the Normandy's slight spider problem.

This story is actually finished this time, honest, not like the last couple of times, where it was meant to be finished, but then I had another idea and, well, yeah…

I hope you have enjoyed it, and thanks to everyone who has provided feedback on the story so far and who will/might in the future; it's great to hear back on what you think.

Thanks again for taking the time to read. /AN]