Author's Note: I was going to wait until finishing "Death Note: Progressive Edition" to start writing this, but I really want to drive home the point I was making in the Month 4 Author's Note.

The Death Note is arguably the most versatile plot device in all of fiction. You can give it to almost any character, in any universe, and have something cool happen. So stop giving it to Light Yagami over and over again, people! He's had a manga, an anime, MULTIPLE live action movies, and countless fanfictions. He. Has. Had. His. Day.

Be creative!

Fair warning: this is going to be darker than DNPR. It's called "Vengeance of the Suit Rat" for a reason. I wouldn't want to be a Council race species in this universe...

Chapter 1 - The Suitless Spectre

"Who the hell are you?! And how are you not wearing a suit?!"

Nara'Ven vas Shellen nar Alarei really wished he wasn't alone in the depths of the Shellen right now. Quarians were very economical with space, so it was rare to find someplace you could be alone in - a liveship was just about it.

He had come down here to find a quiet place to watch Fleet and Flotilla when he had noticed a strange rectangular black object on the ground. After examination, he concluded it was a book - an actual, honest-to-god physical book. He had never seen one of those before.

Before he could analyze it further, the suitless quarian with dark red eyes had suddenly appeared in front of him. For some bizarre reason, he looked to be wearing 21st century human casual business attire. Wait, how did he know what that was?

Before he could think about that some more, the creature responded.

"I am an Ancestor, visiting this world."

Nara'Ven's eyes widened. An Ancestor was about the only thing that made sense in this situation. But that still didn't explain the weird clothes.

"Allow me to explain. The book you picked up is called the Death Note." He reached into his pocket and handed what looked to be a primitive writing utensil to him. "If you write someone's name in it with their face in your mind, they will die. Specify the cause of death to the right of the name, and - so long as the death is physically possible - it will happen. If you do not specify a cause of death, or write an implausible cause of death, they will simply die of a brain aneurysm."

Nara'Ven stared. He wanted to laugh, wanted to dismiss this all as a hallucination but...

There was something to this. He had good instincts, and for some reason he knew this "Ancestor" wasn't lying.

"Let's say I believe you," he said as he accepted the proffered writing utensil. "Why come here?"

Unexpectedly, the creature become annoyed.

"Let me tell you, it was not easy. Usually only Shinigami are allowed to hold these-"

"Shinigami?" He questioned.

"Death gods. They always have one of these notes. It took considerable persuasion to be permitted to leave the ordinary afterlife, and even more persuasion to convince a Shinigami to let me borrow one."

"What is the afterlife like?"

"I cannot tell you," he replied instantly. "And in any event, that is not why I am here. Congratulations, Nara'Ven vas Shellen nar Alarei. You will be the quarian peoples' hand of vengeance."

"What do you mean?" He asked - though he was pretty sure he knew.

"Do you even need to ask? You are so-called 'suit rats'. For a mistake made 300 years ago, the galaxy has doomed you to an eternity in the void."

Suddenly the Ancestor's eyes became darker, and he grinned viciously.

"Now you can exact your revenge on those that have wronged you."

Without saying anything, Nara'Ven immediately pulled up a live feed of Citadel Daily Debate. It was a fortunate coincidence that they were hosting a debate on giving the quarians a homeworld at the exact time he had picked up the Death Note.

Or was it?

"-they must never be allowed to colonize!" The asari the screen identified as "Matriarch Teven Delara" screeched. "The Geth were an inexcusable mistake. If we even give those damn suit rats a single inch-"

Using the strange writing utensil, he quickly wrote the following into the Death Note:

Matriarch Teven Delara

He didn't specify a cause of death. A brain aneurysm was just fine by him.

"Excellent target," the Ancestor complimented him. "Watch."

"I don't care if they don't like it. It's the proper and just punishment for their inexcusable mistakes. This is a lesson that must be taught to them for all eter-"

The Matriarch immediately stopped and collapsed onto the ground. Panic engulfed the studio for a few moments before the stream was cut off.

It was real. The Death Note worked.

"I am leaving," the Ancestor suddenly announced. "You know what to do." Without any warning, the Ancestor vanished as quickly as he appeared.

Yes. Yes, Nara'Ven knew exactly what to do.

It was time for some fucking payback.

-votsr-

Had to change "heart attack" to "brain aneurysm" for the default method since this is Mass Effect. I don't even think you can give a krogan a heart attack...

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