Vengeance of the Suit Rat

by SympathyForTheQuarians

On an ordinary day in the Migrant Fleet in 2182, a quarian picks up the Death Note. Nothing good happens for anyone outside the Migrant Fleet. AU, made out of necessity to show you that ya'll are writing too many stories about Light Yagami and not being creative enough.

3. Things Fall Apart

Chapter 3 - Things Fall Apart

MYSTERIOUS MASS MURDERS DECIMATE ASARI GOVERNMENT

Citadel News Network - The Asari Republics have been crippled over the course of one day as a sudden and unexplained series of deaths via brain aneurysm killed approximately 97% of the Council of Matriarchs.

Investigators throughout the galaxy are baffled and do not know how this is possible, nor how the killer could avoid detection...

-votsr-

It was a secret location, known only to the Matriarchs. All of them knew the only reason that they had survived was that their names were not publicly known.

And none of them knew what to do.

"What do we do?" One matriarch asked out loud. "How do we stop this? Is there anything we CAN do to stop this?"

"To be blunt, I do not think so," one of the other Matriarchs responded casually. "I believe someone is taking their revenge out on us."

"But why?"

"Do you need to ask?"

Despite the terror that engulfed all of them, they had been thinking a lot about who would do this and why. And while thinking about that, they had come to an uncomfortable conclusion:

There were a LOT of different sapients throughout the galaxy that would relish the Republics' death.

The krogan were ecstatic. They were having fucking betting pools on which species would die next. They hadn't been paying close attention to the Migrant Fleet, but from what they'd heard everyone in it was highly amused by this.

"Everyone..." One of them said slowly. "The Asari Republics might deserve to die."

"WHAT?!"

"WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?!"

"Think about it," the other continued, not fazed by the reaction. "How long have we kept Vendetta a secret despite knowing what will come? How many injustices have we allowed to continue simply because we never wanted to address them?"

The Matriarch lowered her head and sighed.

"We just might deserve this."

-votsr-

The Migrant Fleet was abuzz with gossip. Everyone was absolutely tickled pink that the Republics - one of the strongest advocates for forcing them to wander the void forever - had been laid low by a seemingly supernatural force that they were powerless to stop. Some thought the Ancestors were taking their revenge on the asari.

In the Shellen, Nara'Ven continued to say nothing, and kept the Death Note a closely guarded secret. He didn't need the fame.

This was SO satisfying to him.