Authors note: So, no real excuse for why this took as long as it did. Sure I moved, and work is insane in this season, but that's not really an excuse considering I've updated other things, and even if I have no intention of forcing updates to a permanent schedule like I did before to burn myself out, I still would like to update it a little quicker.

Either way ,it's here now, though a bit short, but I think that's fine as were still in the early parts again once more, so I hope you enjoy the chapter.

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2155 – June 22nd – Ragnorok Research base Fenrir – Location classified.

Liara T'soni stepped out of the shuttle she had been riding in with the Turian called Tashik and looked around at where she found herself.

The facility looked recently built, with the walls looking near spotless, but the floors looking like they had a lot of recent traffic, including scratched and scuff marks. Other than that though the facility looked like many others, utterly unimpressive and not special in any way aside from the fact that most of the lights in the facility were a dull blue in color instead of white, making it a bit hard to see.

"It doesn't look like much does it," Tashik said with a chuckle as he stepped up beside Liara.

"N-no, it does not. I take it this facility is only recently built?"

"Yes. Just a few weeks I believe. "Tashik said with a nod as he opened his Omnitool. "The place has been being built and furnished with the proper machines and tools for the last week, and according to this it should be done soon."

"I see . . . but, this is not the organizations main base."

"That is correct," Tashik said as he gestured for Liara to follow him. When she nodded he then walked toward one of the opened hallways and began going down it. "It was decided by the bosses that I shouldn't take you to the main base in case you would prefer to return to Thessia or the citadel. And honestly, I'd like you with me here doing research anyway if you choose to work with us."

"I, admit that I am still somewhat undecided about it," Liara admitted as they walked. "You helped me out of that repulsive ship, and away from those destructive alliance thugs. However, I have given it some thought, and I cannot condone attacking colonies and the citadel as Saren did."

"I agree, "Tashik said with a nod, surprising Liara. "Sarens actions, and his demise, have made the bosses talk about a lot I've been told. Especially with what is happening now."

"What? What is happening?" Liara asked as the two of them reached a doorway that Tashik stopped in front of.

"Well, I don't know all the details admittedly, since we were in transit. But from what little I got sent to my omnitool, the alliance pulled something," Tashik said as he tapped on the keypad of the door, making it open to reveal a large research laboratory. "Now that we are here, I can actually find out for sure," he then said as he crossed the lab and stopped in front of a large computer. In seconds it was lit and he was bringing up extranet news outlets and the like.

Quickly revealing the situation to both of them on the big screen."

"They, they have to be lying," Tashik said with a shake of his head. "Leaving the citadel and declaring the Asari to be hiding Prothean technology behind the galaxies back is an absurd lie meant to destabilize us, I'm sure of it."

"I . . . yes, I'm sure you are right," Liara said with an odd tone as she looked at one of the news sites images of Thessia, specifically of a wide shot that included the Temple of Athame. Athame was one of the more major Asari Goddesses of the past, but now was barely if ever worshipped. The temple remained as a cultural center more than anything. But as she looked she recalled when her mother took her to the temple. She could not recall what was said, but she hadn't thought much of it at the time. But now she knew better. There had been little that her mother had done that had no reason after all. Had she been trying to tell her something?

"Something wrong?"

Liara turned to see Tashik looking at her in worry. "No, I am just thinking," Liara said with a shake of her head. "Perhaps, I am simply tired."

"Ah, it was a long trip since we had to change shuttles a few times for security. Would you like me to show you to one of the rooms for now?" Tashik asked.

"Please. I think a rest would do me well in helping me decide what I am doing," Liara said truthfully as she felt the fatigue was building upon her.

"Of Course. Sorry, I should have realized, right this way," Tashik said with a motion as he began walking toward the door of the laboratory.

"Thank you," Liara said as she moved to follow.

Wondering what she should now ultimately do.

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2155 – June 22nd – AOS Philosophe – in Boundary slip transit.

"So, finally got off the hook?"

Desolas Arterius turned to look at Adaaya Nicotris Shepard standing in the doorway of the ship bathing room. She was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her body, while Desolas was garbed nothing as he laid in the bath letting the hot water soak his aching body.

"If by off the hook, you mean no longer zapping myself, then yes," Desolas said as he looked back at the water he was in and sunk down to his jaw. "I wouldn't say I'm safe though."

"Yeah, I heard," Adaaya said with a grin as she walked into the bathing area and sat beside the pool, putting her legs in. "Getting Deified is quite a feat."

"How did you-" Desolas started saying before simply letting out a sigh. "Never mind, it's probably spreading at this point. Honestly it means so much I'm not even sure how I feel about it. Or anything else right now."

"Hehe, well, it is a big deal that's for certain," Adaaya grinned as she kicked her legs a bit in the water. "You got some kind of revelation from what Patchouli mentioned in passing, yeah?"

"Yeah. I need to go to the Temple of the Titans on Palaven. But it's been closed down for centuries, and I don't think they would even allow me in system since I'm part of the alliance."

"Hmmm, so we sneak in then, not like our ships systems couldn't handle it," Adaaya said as she pulled up her legs and walked away from the bath and over to the mirrors to wash her hair. "Joker would like the challenge."

"Probably, but if we were caught it'd cause a lot of political blowback, and I don't know if my magic will go crazy again or not."

"Hmmm, Patchouli suggested you speak to Byakuren or Sanae, yeah?"

"Yes. I'm thinking it might be best to speak to them before doing anything else. Probably Byakuren."

"Not Sanae?" Adaaya asked as she poured water over her body. "She is a deified human after all, so she would best."

"I get that, but she is a little bit . . . . . . I have trouble with her," Desolas admitted.

"Most people do," Adaaya said with a chuckle as she walked over, discarded her towel completely, and got into the bath. "Like you, she was part of a culture disconnected from magic and youkai before joining it, but she fully jumped into it I've heard. A lot of people have trouble dealing with her, but she would be the best to speak with."

"I suppose," Desolas said as he considered his options for a moment and sighed. "I'll decide once we are back in alliance space."

"Well that won't be more than a few hours."

"Long enough to rest, and to catch up," Desolas said as he opened his wrist comp, having not taken it off before entering the bath. "The Alliances. . . . No our leaders have done something absurd it seems."

"You mean they have done something absurd, again," Adaaya said with a chuckle as she moved into the center of the bath, sinking down to her chin. "You are meaning their declarations to the Council?"

"In part but . . . . . ." Desolas stopped and looked up at the ceiling. "Too many things are changing, and with such speed. If the Hierarchy truly leaves the council, it will leave a power vacuum that the Terminus systems will not leave alone. It will probably lead to a war with the terminus."

"Or perhaps, with the alliance," Adaaya mused with a grin as her wings lifted up out of the water and stretched, letting droplets fall off their tips into the bath. "I think that perhaps that is Yukari's intention."

"War?"

"Yes."

"Why do you think that?"

"What better way is there to break away from stagnation and to advance weapons technology than wanting to kill someone?"

Desolas closed his wrist comp and looked at Adaaya as her wings slowly slid back underneath the water. "You think she planned to cause an intergalactic war, to prepare for the reapers?"

"She did seem to already know about it when we encountered that one on Kar'shan, so it would track."

"If that was true . . . . Then where does that leave us?" Desolas asked as he lifted a talon from the water and shook his head. "Are we accomplices, or something more, or less?"

"Does it matter?" Adaaya asked as she suddenly stood up in the bath, though its depth made it so she was barely at her collarbone above the water. "It's a plan that will help deal with the reapers; do the means not justify he ends, when the ends are survival?"

" . . . I suppose so," Desolas said with a nod. "History will not care how we survived, and if we don't, no one will know. Though, I guess that means we will need to think a bit more before doing anything in the future if it-"

"Nope!" Adaaya suddenly exclaimed, cutting off Desolas as she swam over to him in the water and took up a position beside him, a wing coming out of the water and partly wrapping around him. "We should just live our lives how we want, the same as everyone in the alliance!" Adaaya then declared as she leaned closer to Desolas. "And speaking of that. Our mission is over."

"It is."

Adaaya said nothing as she continued to stare right at Desolas.

Desolas let out a sigh. "Fine. Let's get out. We've got the time anyway."

Adaaya ginned as if she was a predator.

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2155 – June 22nd – Parnitha system – Thessia – Temple of Athame approach.

Avitus Rix, Turian Spectre, scowled as he stood before the stairway that led up the famed Temple of Athame on Thessia. He did not like Thessia. The concentrations of Eezo in the air, water, and very land made it uncomfortable for many races unless the person was a biotic, and the food was poisonous to even races that could eat Asari food unless they were themselves an Asari.

Ultimately though, these things were trivial. A good hard suit could protect one from the air if they so felt like it, and if you looked you could find places that sold food that had the Eezo removed from it. No, the reason why he did not like Thessia was a very small percentage of the Asari themselves that called Thessia home. The vast majority of Asari were good people. Sometimes awkward or arrogant depending on the situation and who they spoke to, but ultimately they meant well as these feelings stemmed from their age difference and how they perceived time. The Asari matriarchs of old families, any Asari from those old families, and Asari Cooperate business owners however, were a spirits damned nightmare to deal with.

Matriarch and their old families often kept tracing their lines back to before the Asari even had spaceflight, a mind boggling million years of lineage in some cases, and most were haughty and very demeaning to others who were not Asari. They merely ignored other races, or acted like they could wait hem out, and barely if ever did anything but the bare minimum to get by due to their families having so much wealth they could overturn star systems with it. The fact many became business owner did not help that fact either.

So when he arrived on Thessia like many other Spectres to investigate the alliances statement that the Asari had been hoarding Prothean technology, he decided to take a more direct approach. The other spectres thought to try bribery, or sneak into the facility. He had no idea if they had succeeded or not, but as he had not heard explosions, he could not say. He decided to simply go to the temple through the front door and speak to its caretakers. The temple of Athame was an old relic of Asari culture after all, so most of their government and high ranking families cared little for it as the galaxy at large understood.

So he was admittedly surprised when he came to the stairs up to the temple and found two of the temple caretakers standing at the bottom of the stairs as if awaiting him.

"Spectre Avitus Rix. I am the head caretaker of the Temple of Athame Maiy Aduam," the one Asari said as she stepped forward and gave Avitus a greeting he did not recognize. It was probably an old cultural greeting, so not wanting to be rude; Avitus did his best to return the odd hand motion.

"It is a pleasure to meet you caretaker. I admit I was not expecting such a meeting so soon. I expected I would need to ascend the stairway at least halfway before being turned away."

"You expect to be turned away?" Maiy asked with an odd tone, not shock, but more curiosity, which was an odd thing to hear considering she looked quiet old for an Asari.

"I would hope not to be, but I am not much of an optimist I admit," Avitus said with a light sigh as he noted a glint out the corner of his eyes. Asari commandos with sniper rifles in a nearby building. "You know why I am here of course."

"I do. And I will frankly tell you that we cannot allow you entry in to the temple."

"I expected as much," Avitus said with a nod. "May I speak frankly to you Caretaker?"

Maiy seemed visibly taken aback or a moment. "You are a Turian, you already are speaking frankly."

"Not what I meant. Yes most Turians aside from politicians do not like to dance around, but I am more asking to be blunt as opposed to frank I suppose. May I?"

"I do not see why not."

"Then Caretaker allows to first start by saying that I do understand. No council race would enjoy being called out or insulted by having the insinuation of breaking their own rules and regulations over the rest of the council to gain some kind of benefit from something as important as Prothean relics. The way the alliance did such a thing was brutish and extremely disgusting in many ways. However, by not letting me into the temple to confirm that they are wrong, it paints your temple, and the Asari peoples, in a bad light galactically to the council."

"Be that as it may, the Temple of Athame despite its age, is a culturally important holy sight. We cannot simply let anyone in who is not of proper standing, and an Asari themselves."

"I understand that. No one wants their places of importance desecrated by those they do not deem fit," Avitus stated with a nod. "There are places on Palaven that only a select few can visit for similar reasons."

"Then I shall escort you back to the spaceport and-"

"However," Avitus spoke, cutting Maiy off. "As a Spectre, I need to confirm this one way or another both for the council, and to protect the Asari peoples. And as such I would like your cooperation in the matter. I will allow all my gear to be taken from me, and be watched at all times, but I must see within the temple to prove to the council that the alliance is wrong about the Asari republics."

Maiy looked at Avitus for many seconds, shock covering her face in a way so obvious it made her associate stare in shock as well. Avitus even noticed the glint from a rifle no longer pointing at him, likely meaning those watching were surprised by her face as well. And possibly his words if they were listening in somehow. "You, are a Spectre. It is your way to force matters to get what you want. Why would you go so far as to suggest giving up all of your gear to do this?"

"I do not want things to escalate out of control," Avitus said simply. "If I can talk to people and we can reach an understanding, then I don't need to spill any blood or hurt anyone. There is too much of that in the galaxy as it is anyway. So please, can we come to some kind of understanding about this? Before other Spectre's act and make things spiral out of control?"

"You . . . are much more skilled in speech craft than I would have expected from a Turian," Maiy said slowly. "As for your proposition . . . it is, difficult, but not entirely impossible."

"That is good to hear,"

"However, it cannot be now,"

"May I ask why?" Avitus asked, fining her words odd. There were no glints in windows that he could see, and he didn't feel like he was in danger either, so it likely was not that she wanted to get him killed.

"There are factions, among our people. I will need to explain the situation to them, as well as your proportion, to make it so that they understand and do not attempt something with those loyal to them, toward yourself."

"You want to call off the Matriarchs who would send commandos after me," Avitus said bluntly as her words made sense to him in a bare second.

"Yes, that is a simplistic, but not inaccurate way of looking at it," Maiy stated with a nod, not even acting shocked or trying to deny it.

"Alright, how quickly can you make such understanding known?" Avkitus asked as he noticed that Maiy's assistant seemed to look nervous for some reason. Not in a violent or anxious way, just uncomfortable. "If this can be done in a day or two, I can most likely make sure no other spectres act against your temple or any other Asari, but beyond that I will have difficulty being able to stop them."

"I see. . . . . I will attempt to do so as quickly as possible. If you stay in a nearby Hotel, I can have my assistant come and get you as soon as it is done, unless it would be preferable to have me call you?"

"Either option works for me," Avitus said as he opened his Omni tool and tapped it a few times before holding it out. In response, the assistance took out their Omni tool and did the same, contact information being transferred between the two in seconds.

"I apologize, but I do not use an Omni tool myself. It is forbidden for my standing in the temple. Thank you for being as direct and up front as you have been, sir Avitus. I will speak to those I must."

"And thank you for listening and being understanding. If all goes well, we can disprove the alliances foolish warmongering without any blood being spilled," Avitus said with a nod. "Would you like me to send the hotel I book into to your associate?"

"If you would, it would make it easier, yes," Maiy said with a nod as she half turned toward the stairs. "Thank you for this, intriguing conversation mister Avitus. May we see each other soon."

"With good news I would hope," Avitus said as he turned and began walking away from the stairs. "Stay healthy, and be careful."

"You as well Spectre, you as well."

Avitus said nothing more as he walked along the bridge away from the massive stairs and back toward the main city proper. The city was a shiny beacon of silver glass and azure steel, designed in such a way as if to showcase and prove the Asari's culture and power, standing tall over the vast space it took up. But like all gleaming towers of progress, they cast shadows, and these shadows were always on the move, and Avitus already recognized some of them.

A Salarian glancing at him and then making a call on his Omni tool, an Asari ducking into an alley, a shopkeeper stopping their introduction to someone to touch something under the counter. He was being watched by informants for some group, possibly a matriarch, or a mercenary gang.

"I just hope I can talk my way out of it without having to much blood spilled," Avitus said as he turned into a Shopping mall, hoping such an open and public location would dissuade whomever was watching him front trying anything.

Unfortunately it seemed to have the opposite effect, for as soon as he was out in the open of the mall he could see a half dozen Eclipse mercenaries come out of storefronts and started walking right toward him, some of them having weapons already drawn.

"You shouldn't be here, Turian," one of them spoke up instant as many regular citizens began moving away in fear, some even opening up Omni tools to call for police or record what was about to happen.

"As a Spectre I can go where I please," Avitus responded as he looked over the mercs. Two had weapons out, simple low end pistols, while the other four did not seem to have weapon on them. Though as Asari, all of them likely knew how to use their biotics to at least a modest extent. And Biotics were a pain to deal with. "I'm surprised to see eclipse mercenaries on Thessia. You usually stick to Ilium."

"We go where there is money," one of them spoke up with a smile. "And there is money here."

"And it's you," another added as she twirled her pistol around a finger. "Our employer wants a word with you. So why don't you come along with us?"

"If this employer has a name you are willing to drop right now, sure," Avitus said simply as he noticed a couple of the eclipse tense up. "However, if you won't tell me who wishes to speak to me, then we are done talking."

"That's a shame, but also what I wanted," The eclipse who seemed to be in charge said as her Omni tool appeared, and brought out an Omni blade. "Because I was hoping to add a Spectre to my kill list!"

Things slowed for Avitus as his training moved him. He could see the two with pistols raising them, and the other three moving their hands to activate Biotics while he one with the Omni blade pulled back her arm to lunge at him. If they froze him with biotics they could impale and shoot him full of holes relatively easy, and even their low end pistols could do damage in such a situation at such close range.

It was an easy tactic to counter though. Biotics required knowing where your target was, seeing them, and completing the motions that activated the muscle memory. Similarly, guns only fired in one direction, and such low end guns could be destroyed rather simply, and finally, no one could hurt him, if they could not see him. So he activated his own Omni tool with a small cybernetic enhancement in his one eye, the Omni tool glowing as it prepared and in that same second, right before the Asari with an omniblade struck, it let out a massive flash of light, blinding everyone around except for Avitus, who had timed his eyes to be shut perfectly.

As he opened them he saw all of the eclipse mercs to be dazed, staggering backwards unable to see. The ones with guns showed surprising trigger discipline and hadn't just began shooting, while the leaders Omni blade had collapsed after not being used due to a failsafe and safety trigger build into most Omni tools. both them unable to respond Avitus took out his own pistol, a simple M3 predator and put a half dozen Accelerator rounds into the guns of the two mercs, before then pistol whipping the lead Asari in the head, making her fall backwards with a scream of pain. The two with guns also screamed a bit as they fell backwards grabbing their hands, the accelerator rounds, or shrapnel from their now destroyed pistols likely injuring their hands, but it was not lethal, so Avitus did not feel much from their shrieks.

He could see the Asari blinking rapidly, their sight returning, so as it did he stepped forward and punched one in the stomach, kicked another's knee out breaking it backwards, and then aimed his pistol at the lasts face, just as she seemed to be able to see.

"If you move you die," Avitus said very clearly, continuing only when the one still standing Asari ever so slightly nodded, her face full of fear. "Who sent you?"

"We can't say. They'll kill us,"

"I could kill you right now for getting in the way of my work, and as a Spectre it would be nothing more than taking out the trash," Avitus said grimly. "So talk."

"No, we can't, we never met them. They were behind a curtain," the leader said as they squirmed on the ground, making it clear that she had likely never been hurt in such a way. Head injuries were hard to deal with with the dizziness that accompanied them after all.

"And you never asked their name?" Avitus asked as he saw some kind of movement in a strange place. That being what looked like some kind of coiling shadow underneath a walkway further down the mall.

"Look, they paid in full credit chits right away and at premium, we are not going to-"

"Down!" Avkitus yelled as he suddenly lunged forward and tackled the Asari to the ground, seeing a trio of Black spikes that looked like they were made of smoke or shadows to fly past him, narrowly missing his head. Using the momentum he rolled off of the Eclipse mercenary and onto his feet in a crouched positon, his pistol barking toward the shadow underneath the walkway.

Only for the shadow to slither and coil about, dodging the shots by a surprisingly wide margins before rippling and forming what almost looked like an arm, and throwing more blades.

Avitus leapt to the side to dodge them and was surprised when one of the daggers landed in front of him in plain view. It was wispy and black, but had the shape of a finely made Asari blade before it withered out of existence as mere mist.

"Spirits," Avitus grumbled as he stood up and ejected the whole ammunition block from his pistol. Being from a pistol it was not big, but it was heavy, and did not bounce even once when it hit the ground with a dull tinging sound. "Get out here and show yourself, mage of the alliance!"

"What, there couldn't be anyone from the alliance on Thessia!" a nearby Asari woman, a maiden by the ton of her voice, spoke up from where she was hiding by a table. Many other Asari nearby said the same or similar, but grew silent as the lights in the mall began to flicker irregularly before almost three quarters of them went out, making the mall much darker, but still able to see in.

"That, is not right," a female voice, speaking fluent Thessian said, echoing throughout the mall as what appeared like glowing crystals of some kind began floating out of vents and from inside some stores. They seemed to line up around the hallways, glowing vibrantly, but ominously as the mass of shadows underneath the walkway bloated to a grand proportion before coming loose and splatting onto the floor in clear view, now accented by the bluish light from the crystals. "After all-" The voice said as the shadows began to lift up from the floor and form a bipedal shape. "I wasn't really hiding!"

And then into a shape that shocked everyone. The shape of an Asari. Her skin was wrong; a pasty white color that looked like death had overcome her. Her outfit was a strange body suit covered by a loose flowing black cloak, while atop her head was conical and wide brimmed black hat, while on hand she held a long metal rod with an intricate pattern along its length. Worse was that out of her feet and the staff in her hands the very shadowed seemed to whirl and dance with barely noticeable flecks of other colors within it.

"I was, no, I wasn't wrong. You are an Asari, with the alliance?" Avitus asked in controlled surprise while many of the onlookers stared at the two of them in confusion, terror, and curiosity.

"That is correct!" the Asari said a she took a half step forward and bowed while still holding her staff in one hand. "Isika Valao, Magician, and newly minted Alliance Operative. A pleasure to meet you, Spectre."

"I doubt it is a pleasure as you tried to kill me," Avitus stated as he slipped a new and fresh ammunition block out of a pouch of his armor. It was strange, both because his previous block had barely been used, but also because this new one was a pale green in color, not silver. Though most did not notice this fact aside from the nearby eclipse.

"I wasn't trying to kill you, but the ones trying to kill you," Isika said as she eyes moved over the Eclipse mercenaries. "After all, it wouldn't do for some bitchy Matriarch to kill you and keep hiding what the Asari Republics have done from the rest of the Galaxy, now would it?"

"You are behind that foolish mockery then?" Avitus asked as he slotted the new Ammunition block into his pistol.

"Oh no, I was busy coming back from my Operative Examination on Noveria," Isika said with a grin. "Oh I broke so many Council rules on that mission."

"And you are thankful for that?" Avitus said before shaking his head slightly. "No, that is not important. Why are you here then?"

"For you, and every other Spectre that's come here," Isika said as her grin shifted to a smirk. "After all, the Republics can't suffer their actions if none of you Spectre's find the proof, right?"

"You are an Asari, why would you want to believe the Alliances absurdity?"

"I'm also a Magician if you somehow forgot," Isika said as she took a few steps forward, shadows roiling away from her free hand in a malicious way. "So don't worry, I'm here to make sure you all find the proof you need!"

"The Asari Republics will not have allowed anyone from the alliance upon Thessia. You cannot be here."

"Oh, I can't visit family?" Isika said as the shadows around her began somehow etching something upon the floor while pulling an odd looking block of some kind out of somewhere and depositing it in her hand. "What, you don't want help?"

"No, not from someone aligned with the alliance who tried to cause chaos in the galaxy," Avitus said as he checked his pistol to see that the new ammo block did load properly before he raised it to point at Isika. "It's clear I cannot trust your presence here, and I cannot trust you to not get in the way of any spectre's work. So I'm taking you in. come along quietly."

"And if I refuse?" Isika asked in a sing-song voice that for most people would sound innocent, yet somehow sounded supremely dangerous coming from her.

"Then I will force the matter. Please do not make this difficult."

Isika hummed out loud for a second as if thinking over the idea. "No, I don't think I will. See, as a magician I should always test myself, so fighting a Spectre for the second time will be a good test!"

"Second time?"

"Yes, when I killed Tela Vasir on Noveria," Isika said with an insane sounding happiness in her voice, making almost everyone watching the situation to whisper in shock and disbelief. "She made me promise to be the best magician as I killed her."

"While that may sound like her, I do not believe that you of all people could kill her," Avitus said, sounding mildly insulted.

"Shall we find out?"

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In one of thousands of offices upon Thessia, an Asari Matriarch looked at a holoscreen showing the encounter happening in a mall in real time. She was one among many making sure that the Asari Republics secret could not be confirmed, and they had thousands of forces ready to kill and die to do just that. However the fact that one Spectre was trying to disprove it was a surprise.

As was an Asari Magician.

The very idea of such a thing, of an Asari finding some way to use the alliances disgusting magic as if it was somehow superior to Biotics, to the Asari Republics, made her very skin crawl. That Asari looked utterly wrong in every way. Her skin looked lifeless, as if she had sacrificed her very life for magic, and her outfit looked ridiculous, as if mocking thousands upon thousands of years of Asari Culture. Her father was likely a Batarian or human, an ugly race that did not realize how lucky they were to share the galaxy with the Asari, there was no other way an Asari could turn out so Ugly after all.

And with that thought in mind, her hand gently touched her Omnitool. "Get me information on the Asari named Isika Valao. I want every scrap from her parents and where she went to school, her age, what she has been doing, her favorite food, everything! Oh, and get me information on what happened on Noveria as of late as well!"