Plague On Omega

Captain's log, Stardate 49261.4. Captain Elsa Frost speaking. Anna and I are heading towards the Omega station, located in the Terminus systems. The station is a wretched hive of villains, mercenaries, pirates, and gangs; if it's illegal, it's probably here in droves. But now it's under threat. We received word that Warp Darkmatter stole a biological weapon from a Turian research team and is probably going to sell it on the black market here. Mine and Anna's mission is to get this weapon back…by any means necessary.

The Federation shuttle dropped out of warp space near Omega, the large station looming ominously before it.

"So this is Omega," Anna commented. "Seems like the perfect vacation destination."

"I just hope we find Warp quickly," Elsa admitted. "That station is a breeding ground for violence, drugs, and a shitload of other things the rest of the galaxy deems illegal."

"I'm usually quite good on space stations," Anna remarked.

"The first time you were on one, you almost burnt someone's face off."

"Yeah, but I'm getting better, right?"

Elsa chuckled at her wife's optimism. "Don't worry, Anna. I'm sure you'll do fine."

"I hope so." Anna smiled. "Maybe when the Federation hears your report, they'll make me an officer!"

"Let's focus on the mission first, okay?"

The shuttle then docked on the station, Elsa and Anna disembarking into a dirtied corridor.

"Wow," Anna muttered. "This place is nasty."

"Get used to it," Elsa remarked. "I have a feeling we're not on Aquatus anymore."

"No kidding," Anna muttered. "I'm gonna stay close to you."

"That's a good idea," Elsa commented. "Trust me, I know my way around here."

"You've been here before?"

"Loads of times, back in my old smuggler days."

"So where do we go first?"

"Afterlife. It's the biggest club on the station; the woman who owns it runs the whole damn station."

Anna held Elsa's hand. "Just for security."

Elsa held Anna's hand back, smiling in a protective manner. The two of the exited the corridor, seeing the large skyline of Omega towering above them. The dust of the asteroid on which the station was built made the stars barely visible.

"Repent!" a madman cried out, a small crowd in front of him. "The end is nigh!"

Anna huddled close to Elsa. "This place doesn't look safe for me."

"Just stick close to me, sweetie," Elsa told her wife.

As they approached the entrance of Afterlife, Anna said, "How will we know who we're looking for?"

"She'll be the woman trying to seduce me," Elsa explained.

"Oh, okay." After a couple of seconds, Anna looked at Elsa, confused. "Wait-what?"

"I used to date this woman, a long time ago."

Anna raised an eyebrow. "How long?"

"Very long ago. She had only just become the queen of this station and I had only just escaped Arendelle from the Zetans."

Anna giggled. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna let her steal you away."

The entered the club, loud music blaring in their ears. There were people drunk at the bar, making out with dancers-the typical atmosphere for a nightclub on a station such as Omega.

"Don't drink anything," Elsa warned Anna. "Most of the stuff they sell here won't agree with your stomach."

"Okay." Anna stayed very close to Elsa, eyeing her surroundings anxiously.

Elsa and Anna then walked up to a Turian holding a rifle. "We're here to see Aria," Elsa explained.

"I don't recognise you," he said gruffly.

"No, you wouldn't. Go and tell her that Elsa Fryst of Arendelle wants to see her."

"Whatever," the Turian responded. He walked up a nearby set of steps to a private area, moving out of Elsa's line of sight. After about thirty seconds, he returned to her and Anna. "Aria said to let you through, but you only. Your Knydaxian friend here stays with me."

Elsa then looked at Anna, silently telling her she was sorry. "Alright, I accept."

Anna looked at the guard. "Meep!" she whimpered.

Elsa sighed and headed into the private area. The room was a small balcony overlooking the club. Sitting on a couch was a violet skinned Asari wearing a white coat and black leggings. "Well, well, well," she said, looking at Elsa. "Look who finally came back to the nest."

"Aria T'loak," Elsa replied. "It's been a long time."

"Too long, my sweet," the Asari cooed. "I heard you're with the Federation now."

"Yeah. I'm officially a captain now."

Aria smirked. "So tell me, what brings you back to this place? I'm pretty sure it wasn't to see little old me again."

"I'm looking for someone. A man with a cyborg arm. He's a mercenary named Warp Darkmatter. He stole something highly dangerous, and I have to track him down."

Aria stroked her chin. "I've seen a lot of cyborgs here, sweetie. But if he stole something and came here with it, he might be trying to sell it to some dealer here."

"Can you be more specific?"

"Well...I might be able to make it specific, if you make it worth my while."

Elsa sighed. She had a feeling this was coming. "What do you want?"

"You," Aria simply said. The Asari got up and placed her hands on Elsa's shoulders, looking into the Arendellian's eyes. "I want you. You used to be such good company to me, Elsa."

Elsa frowned. "I'm married, Aria. My wife is outside."

Aria sighed. "You always knew how to break a deal." Aria then kissed her passionately.

Elsa pushed Aria away. "I...I can't. I shouldn't..." She could feel her libido building within her, her body growing warm.

Aria smiled slyly. "You want to embrace eternity, don't you, Elsa?"

Elsa looked away, forcing herself to resist her urges. "N-no. I don't."

Aria sighed. "I guess you really have changed, then. Alright; the dealers are probably in the residential district. You'll be able to find an elevator near the entrance to my club."

"Thanks." Elsa quickly walked away.

As Elsa left the private area, Anna walked over to her. "Elsa, are you okay?"

Elsa looked away. "I'm fine..."

"You don't look fine."

"I am fine, snowflake," Elsa told her wife.

Anna nodded reluctantly. "Did you at least get the information?"

"Yes. We need to head down to the residential area."

Anna kissed Elsa's cheek. "I'm right behind you."

Elsa smiled. "Thank you, Anna."

xXx

Anna and Elsa made their way into the Omega markets, finding the elevator that Aria had told Elsa about. However, there appeared to be a large force field blocking it, and a group of angry people arguing with some of the guards.

"Our homes are in there!" one of the people implored.

"We understand, ma'am," one of the guards replied, "but the entire district is under quarantine."

"What's going on here?" Anna wondered.

"Let's find out," Elsa replied. She walked over to the guard. "Excuse me, what's the deal?"

"There's some sort of virus going about the residential district," the guard answered. "On Aria's orders, we're to stop people going in. No exceptions."

Elsa's eyes widened. "Son of a bitch. It's Darkmatter! He set off the bio-weapon!"

"We need to get in there!" Anna exclaimed.

The guard shook his head. "Sorry, Miss. No one gets in there."

"Listen. We're with the Earth Federation," Elsa explained. "We have reason to believe a biological weapon was detonated in there."

"Federation?" the guard sputtered. "R-right this way." The force field dropped, and Elsa and Anna entered the elevator.

"Hey, how come she got to go through?" one of the angry citizens demanded.

"We'll fix this!" Anna called to the crowd. "I promise!"

The elevator closed and began to descend to the lower levels of the station.

"Anna, we might not make it through this," Elsa admitted.

"We've both died before," Anna reminded her wife.

"I know, but Sapphira isn't with us this time."

Anna hugged Elsa. "Don't be scared, nira," she said. "We'll make it."

Elsa hugged Anna tight, kissing her forehead. "I love you, tudko."

Anna smiled. "I love it when you speak Knydaxian."

The elevator opened on a darkened street near a warehouse. The street was littered with the corpses of those affected by the plague, and a green mist hung in the air.

Elsa scowled. "Damn you, Warp."

Anna then heard a coughing noise from a nearby alleyway. "What's that?"

Elsa started towards the alley. "Anna, stay close to me. I don't want you getting infected."

"Me? What about you? You could get infected as well."

Elsa sighed. "We can discuss this later."

Elsa and Anna headed into the alley, finding Warp Darkmatter lying on the ground, having torn off most of his armour.

"Darkmatter," Elsa growled.

Warp coughed heavily. "Oh, look who's here. If it isn't the Federation super cops."

"And look who's still here," Elsa retorted. "What's wrong? Can't handle your own medicine?"

"It wasn't mine!" he argued before coughing again. "I brought the thing here to sell it. How was I supposed to know the fucking canister was gonna blow up?!"

"What do you mean, blow up?" Elsa asked.

"Well, the virus came in a canister. I decided to sell it off here; figured the guys here would pay a lot better than Zurg. But noooo, one of them just had to go examine it and press the wrong fuckin' button. Now it's gone all over the station." Warp chuckled. "To think my long and dignified career goes out like this."

Anna's tattoos suddenly started to glow. "Umm, Elsa?!"

Elsa did a double-take, looking at her wife. "Anna, what are you doing?! Turn your powers off now!"

Anna fired a blast of energy at a wall, causing an explosion.

Warp chuckled. "Oh... she's gonna get it bad."

Elsa glared at the mercenary. "What did you just say?"

"I think your pet Knydaxian is infected with the virus," he sneered. "And from the looks of things, you're gonna be dead in a few hours." Warp then began to cough heavily, spewing up a deep blue blood from his mouth. "Looks like this is it...at least I had the last laugh on you fucktards." He coughed up even more blood, then started to laugh. "Lightyear…I'll see you…in hell…." He kept laughing madly for several seconds before finally falling silent, his last breath hissing out of his mouth.

"Elsa...what did he mean?" Anna wondered nervously, her hand starting to glow again.

"I don't know," Elsa replied.

Anna then suddenly transformed into her true form. "I didn't do that!"

"Just calm down, Anna. It's okay."

"No!" Anna hurled another blast at Elsa.

Elsa dodged out of the way. "Woah! Anna!"

"I'm sorry!" She then curled up, groaning in pain. "Ahhh! What's wrong with me?!"

"It's okay, Anna," Elsa reassured her. "We can fix this."

"No!" Anna sobbed. "I don't wanna die again!" Anna's body then erupted in a ball of blue Knydaxian flame.

"You won't die," Elsa said. "I promise."

Anna jumped to her feet and ran away at top speed.

"Anna, wait!" Elsa called after her.

"Stay away!" Anna shouted. "I'm gonna hur-unh!" She grunted in pain, then slowly collapsed to the floor, reverting to her normal form.

"Problematic," stated a calm, methodical voice. "Knydaxian rage on station. Most unusual." A Salarian walked up to Anna, examining her.

"Who the hell are you?" Elsa demanded.

"Dr. Mordin Solus, former Salarian STG," he answered, not looking up. "Who are you?"

"Elsa Frost, captain of the Federation starship Archangel. What the hell have you done to my wife?!"

"Sedated. Mild tranquilizer. Will be fine in two hours."

"What are you going to do with her?"

"Will take her to clinic. Not far from here. She'll be safer there."

"You can treat her?"

"Hopefully. Been swamped. Plague affecting entire residential area. Hoping to develop a cure soon."

Elsa picked up Anna. "I'll save you, sweetie. I promise."

Mordin looked Elsa over. "Distinctive blonde hair, bright blue eyes. Arendellian?"

"Yes, I'm an Arendellian."

"Lucky. Quite a few Arendellians on Omega. All showing immunity to the virus."

"Why?"

"Haven't figured out yet. Will possibly need blood sample from you."

"Are there any other races who are immune?"

"No," Mordin answered. "Salarians least affected. Virus manifests as mild stomach pain."

"So the virus affects people differently?"

"Correct. Thus far, only two species known for whom virus is not fatal: Salarians and Arendellians."

"So... what's happened to Anna?"

"Unknown. Never had a Knydaxian patient. Virus is most likely fatal."

The two of them arrived at Mordin's clinic, Mordin leading Elsa into the back. "Lay her here," he instructed, pointing to a large table. "Will see to her in a moment."

Elsa lay Anna on the table, stroking her wife's head. It pained her to see Anna this way, but she knew she was going to save her, somehow.

"I am the very model of a scientist Salarian," Mordin sang as he worked at his desk. "I've studied species Turian, Asari and Batarian."

"Are you singing?" Elsa asked.

"Yes. Helps to soothe my nerves as I work."

Elsa chuckled. "Remind me to tell Lacus Clyne she may have some competition."

"Not that good of a singer," Mordin stated. "Come here, please. May have found probable cause of virus."

Elsa walked over. "Whatcha got?"

"Virus very familiar. Similar in structure to Krogan genophage."

"That's bad, right?"

"No, not as bad as genophage. But yes, very bad."

"Can you keep her alive until we find a cure?"

"Possibly, but I already have cure plan in place."

"And that is?"

"Ventilation control," Mordin informed her. "Activate purge sequence; will remove virus from air. Prevent further spread of infection. In meantime, will work on cure for those already infected."

Elsa nodded. "Alright."

"Be careful, though; Vorcha have moved into territory." Mordin then offered Elsa a blaster and an earpiece. "Take this blaster. Old STG model; may come in handy. Earpiece is to maintain contact. In case of trouble."

"Thanks," Elsa said, leaving the clinic.

xXx

Elsa made her way through the streets of the residential district, eventually finding the building that had the ventilation controls. "Mordin, I'm here."

"Any sign of Vorcha?"

"Not yet," Elsa replied.

"Head to ventilation control. Find reboot switch."

"Working on it." Elsa headed into a corridor, immediately seeing two Vorcha. "Shit."

The Vorcha both screeched and started shooting at her. Elsa took cover behind a corner.

"Elsa?" Mordin inquired.

"I found the Vorcha," she responded.

"Are they near the ventilation controls?"

"Yes."

"I recommend use of excessive force."

"They've got me pinned down!"

"Use the blaster; it has a built in micro-grenade launcher."

Elsa fired a grenade, blowing the Vorcha to pieces. "Huh. That was surprisingly effective."

"Have you found ventilation controls?"

Elsa headed to a nearby console. "I found it."

"Good. Activate reboot sequence."

Elsa did as Mordin instructed. Suddenly, a large Krogan grabbed Elsa from behind, tossing her across the room.

"Woah!" Elsa cried.

"Elsa, are you still rebooting the system?"

"Got complications here," Elsa remarked.

"You spread plague!" the Krogan snarled. "Arendellians don't get infected."

"Hey, I didn't do anything," Elsa argued.

"YOU LIE!" the Krogan roared.

Elsa blasted the Krogan, but the shots bounced off him. "Shit; forgot your hides could withstand pretty much anything."

The Krogan charged at Elsa, who rolled out of the way as he slammed into a wall.

"Hah! Gotcha!" the Krogan chanted. He tried to free his large head, but found it stuck. "Hey! What the?!"

"You got your head stuck in the wall, big guy," Elsa informed him. "And that gives me time to fix this system." She went over to the console and activated the reboot sequence.

"Ventilation system rebooted," a computerised voice stated. "Foreign viral strain detected. Initiating purge."

"Excellent work, Elsa," Mordin complimented.

"Let's hope we can cure those who've already been infected," Elsa remarked.

xXx

Captain's log, supplemental. The virus has now been successfully cleaned out of the Omega residential area, but the matter now turns to helping those already infected. Dr. Solus has started to work on a cure based on a sample of my blood.

"Cure is ready," Mordin said, holding a hyposyringe. "Now I need to test it."

"Try it on Anna first," Elsa explained. "I think your sedative might wear off soon."

"Good point. Unstable Knydaxian abilities; could prove fatal," Mordin agreed. The Salarian then injected the cure into Anna's arm.

"Is it working?" Elsa asked.

"Wait and see."

Anna slowly opened her eyes. "Elsa...?"

Elsa jumped for joy and ran to Anna's side. "Anna! Are you okay?"

Anna smiled. "You saved me again."

Elsa put her hand on Anna's cheek. "I guess I did."

Mordin smiled. "Well, I'll leave you two in peace. Have cure to distribute and whatnot."

"Thank you, Doctor," Elsa told him.

"Always pleasure."

Elsa then looked at her now healed wife and smiled. "So…you still want that promotion to officer?"

"Fuck yes," Anna remarked.

Elsa grinned and leaned close, kissing her wife passionately.