AUTHOR'S NOTE: Bit of a throwback to chapter 30 of ITGU with the name of this chapter huh? Anyways, I have a question for y'all. Is there ANYONE, anyone at all out there, that genuinely thinks it is more morally sound to save Morinth than it is to kill her? If there is, what is your/their reasoning. I genuinely want to know and try to understand. I won't agree, but hey, espescially as a writer, knowing other perspectives can only help. Anyways, hope you enjoy!
Commander John Shepard
With the use of the airlocks, the Normandy and the Quarian ship had connected, though naturally, our ships would not be exchanging any atmosphere. Bit risky for Quarians. Nonetheless, we transferred Casu over to their own medics first, followed by the other survivors. Pleasantries were exchanged with the Captain and thanks given, as well as being told that I should be expecting a message from the Idenna before too long. But another day had passed, and we were now at Omega. And surprisingly, we were still allowed a premium docking. Not for free this time, but certainly at price. And hey, it's Cerberus' credits. And considering what we're here for? Kinda feel like I should start calling myself Van Helsing. At the moment, we were still pulling into dock, so I had gone to see Samara. She's been hunting this, Morinth, for centuries, and should know the best ways to catch her on our terms. She was, like always, meditating, though she had closed the viewport as to not look upon Omega.
"Shepard," she greeted.
"How are we doing this?"
"First we require a lead. She has no doubt fed since arriving here. I am unfamiliar with Omega, save by reputation, and will trust you to find a means to learn of strange brain hemorrhage deaths. Once we have a lead, we will investigate the victims, their belongings, correspondence, to discern her hunting grounds. From there, we will require bait. And if I am seen, she will go into hiding for years at best. I'm afraid you will be the best choice to be her bait. Your strong will and awareness of what she is will keep you safe. Ideally, you will seduce her, and she will bring you to her home. I will follow, and kill her."
"Just like that?"
"If it all goes to plan. We should travel in minimal numbers, there will be no firefights."
"Then I'll just bring Garrus. His experience as a detective should help us out."
"Very well."
"Now, just how do I seduce Morinth?"
"You already exude an aura of power and strength. That will attract her, but not be what makes her take the bait. She has always maintained two interests as I've hunted her. Adventure, rather, the dangers of it, and art. Morbid art, specifically. With luck, the investigation will uncover more specifics. Whether that's new interests, or specific names of artists she appreciates." Samara then stood, and turned to face me. "If there are no further questions, I shall prepare to conceal myself. Go wait with Garrus Vakarian outside the ship. I will join shortly." I nodded and left her to prepare, nabbing Garrus to head out.
"Samara's criminal, right?" he had asked.
"Simply put? Asari serial killer. Kills through Asari mind melding from a rare genetic defect. And, try not to ask or say too much, it's her daughter," I explained quickly and quietly. Garrus said nothing, not needing to. He understood and could keep his composure. "What we need from you is some old fashioned detective work."
"Shouldn't be a problem." With that, we waited by the airlock, eventually finding Samara approaching us wearing some raggedy looking hooded robes. Enough to make her look like a pauper. Though she'll stand out in Afterlife.
"Where shall we begin our search?" Samara asked.
"Aria," I stated. "She's the closest thing Omega has to a, well, let's say Queen pin. More or less because that's exactly what she is. Simply taking a look at death reports will take forever to sort through, it's Omega after all. But considering who Aria is, how long she's been around, she'd notice a series of deaths someone like Morinth would leave behind."
"Are there any aliases she may be going by?" Garrus questioned.
"Morinth itself is such an alias. I am unsure if she has chosen another yet. I know only that the name she would never take is Mirala. The name I gave her. The name, and life, she has forsaken," Samara answered. Mirala. I'll keep that in mind. With nothing else to discuss for the moment, we exited the Normandy and entered this cesspit of an asteroid. We weren't as close to Afterlife as we were before, but hardly far away, and we were let in immediately. To the ire of those in line. But it didn't matter. We entered the club and made our way to Aria's overlook. The guards, recognizing me, did let us past, though they eyed Samara curiously and with suspicion. While Aria did have some guests getting… serviced, like when we first ca-... arrived here, Aria was lounging on her couch as the same Batarian as before seemed to be reading off a report of some kind. The Batarian was waved off as we approached and we took our seats on one of the sides of the Couch, leaving the center to Aria.
"I take it this isn't a house call. Who's your friend?" In response, Samara pulled back her hood for her, revealing the strange… things she wears on her forehead, before returning the hood over her. So that's what those are. Symbols of her role.
"Well, well, well," Aria smirked, leaning back. "A goddess damned Justicar on my station. Oh, Shepard, don't you just make all kinds of friends."
"I figured you'd be concerned," I remarked. Aria scoffed as she began.
"Concerned? I've dodged Justicars before, I know how they work. She's sworn an oath to you. I know she can't touch me unless you tell her to. Like a leashed Varren. Besides, if she wasn't sworn, she'd have been on a killing spree the moment she got off your ship. This does give me a good idea what you're here for, however. Been a while since I've known of one of those little devils being on my station. I don't really care so long as she stays away from me and my people, but I have no problem helping you."
"And you don't seem surprised either," I added.
"While all Asari that work for me get… checked. A mind meld in a room of armed guards, I have my people watch for cases of veggies and brain hemorrhages. Just in case. Nothing leaves a body as… empty… as they do."
"So, if you've been keeping tabs, who and where was the last victim?" Garrus asked.
"Young girl. Pretty too. Lived in the tenements near here with her mother. Just outside the markets. Check there." She looked up. "Tell them the specifics." The Batarian that had been reading some report to her then hastily looked for and relatively quickly found another file on his data pad.
"Right, right… Apartment… 738. The complex is essentially next to the tram to the Gozu district."
"Good luck catching her, Shepard. Better luck finding her. And keep in mind that girl you mentioned last time when you turned down my girls. You go in willing to get your dick wet you'll be a corpse," she remarked.
"Way ahead of you there," I responded, standing up from the couch, alongside the others.
"Hey, Justicar," Aria called out. "I may not give two shits about you, your order, or your damned code, but put her ass in the ground." Samara simply shared a nod. Garrus and I remembered the way to the Gozu trams, so we wasted no time in going there. Found the entrance to the apartment complex, and it was, unsurprisingly, completely insecure. No greeters, anyone can go in and enter the elevator. Which we did, and towards the proper apartment. Once there, we rang the doorbell. It took some time, but a comm unit from the door activated, the tenant, the mother, I'd suspect, spoke up. Since I wasn't in my armor, that wouldn't confuse things quite yet.
"Who-Who are you?" she questioned.
"We're investigating the death of a young woman who lived here. Are you her mother?" I asked. She paused, I guess surprise.
"Who are you?"
"My friend here," I gestured at Garrus "Used to work with Citadel-Security. My other friend," I gestured at Samara, "Is an Asari Justicar. Essentially their top level of Law Enforcement. As for myself, I'm Alliance. May we come in?" She did not answer, instead, opening the door. She was around middle aged, some wrinkles showing and her brown hair showing some grey. And her general demeanor was just… broken. The apartment itself, this entrance room was mixed between the kitchen, dining room, and living room. A hallway down the middle.
"C-can I get you something to drink?"
"Thank you, but I think we'll pass. We really can't afford to waste any time, Mrs.…?" I answered gently.
"I'm Diana," she breathed. "Ok. Nef… My little Nef died a week ago. Today. She was comatose two days before. And no one seems to care…" she sniffled. "The medics said it was a brain hemorrhage, but that can't be true. Just, in some alley? In a coma? It's murder, has to be. Someone killed my baby Nef," some tears came forth, sadness mixed with anger.
"And we believe the same. The killer we're after leaves their victims in this manner." Her eyes widened and she gasped.
"Thank you! Thank you," the tears came forth more. "It's so hard when no one believes you! I've been all alone…"
"Tell us about her," Garrus asked.
"My Nef… she had a fire inside. She was shy, but creative. Driven." The ghost of a smile appeared. "The best girl a mother could hope for."
"Can you say more of her creativity?" Samara questioned.
"She was a sculptor. There were galleries interested in her work, called it fresh. Apparently, one was considering an offer that could have gotten us off of this hell-hole of a rock."
"Did she have many friends you knew of?" Garrus continued.
"Not many, no. She spent most of her time sculpting, not hanging out with friends. But. Something changed a few weeks ago. She started talking about this, Asari. Almost constantly. Morinth," she said the name with pure hatred. Distaste. "I didn't like her. She kept dragging Nef out to clubs. And I'm confidant she gave Nef drugs."
"That's her. I'm surprised she hasn't chosen a new alias," I remarked. Diana's eyes narrowed. "Samara, does she often use drugs on her victims?"
"She has no need; her willpower alone is more than enough. The narcotics are a lifestyle. Same as her love for clubs, bass. She is a hedonist, through and through." Samara turned to Diana. "I swear upon you, and the Code of the Justicars. I will bring justice upon the murderer of your daughter."
"And we second that. One more question, at least for the moment," Garrus went on. "Did Nef have any particular hangouts? Anywhere that Morinth might have found her?"
"It used to be just here at home. But a few weeks ago, right around the time she met that... Fucking murderer, she was going out all the time. To Afterlife's VIP area. I think it needs a password. And the change was just so sudden. Whenever she came home, she was… tired. Distracted. And it was whenever she wasn't around Morinth." Garrus as she finished.
"May I examine her room?" Diana took a deep breath.
"It's completely unchanged, just the way she left it, the way it will always be. Do whatever you need to do to find her. It's down the hall, on the left."
"Thank you." Samara and I stayed with Diana as she took a seat on the couch.
"My baby is gone… She's gone and nothing will fix that," she began to cry. I took a seat beside her and put my hand on her shoulder for comfort. She leaned into it. "Thank you… I'm sorry. I j-just, miss her so much…"
"I know. The three of us are no strangers to loss."
"I know well what it means to lose a daughter. Yours will be avenged." Samara added. We simply sat there in silence until Garrus finished his investigation a short time later.
"Anything I moved I returned to where it was," Garrus began. "I think we have everything we need. Thank you, Diana."
"Find her. Please," Diana murmured.
"We will. And if you want, we'd be happy to give you a ride on our ship off of Omega. Or out of Terminus."
"Th-Thank you, but… I don't know if I want to leave… her. If that makes sense."
"I understand. Take your time to mourn. If you decide you want to leave…" I opened my Omni-tool and transferred a few thousand credits her way. More than enough to keep her living comfortably here for a while, and certainly enough to catch a ride to the Citadel, and get a fresh start there. "You'll have the option. I'll send word once we catch the killer." Diana just began to break down, barely getting out her thank you. We left Diana to her mourning, and when we returned to the elevator down, Garrus began his debrief of his findings.
"She had a diary that left the password for Afterlife's VIP club, as well as some correspondence from what has to be Morinth. Art and vids and the like," Garrus explained. "To get into the VIP, you have to drop the name Jaruut to the bouncer." He then played one of the notes from Morinth, letting me hear her voice. She spoke like… like she was just some 'teenage' flirt. Disgusting.
"And what of the art? Vids? Any names?" Samara asked.
"I took note of that too. Primarily, an Elcor sculptor called Forta. The diary also mentions Morinth enjoying some Asari vids called Vaenia."
"Unsurprising. Nef would be a prime target for Morinth. She prefers to target the spirited and creative. Those slightly isolated from their peers. She impresses with sophistication and sex appeal before she strikes. She is as obsessed with the hunt as she is the conquest."
"An Apex Predator," I remarked.
"Indeed. She speaks to her victims on many levels. Her body invites with the prospect of unimaginable ecstasy. Her scent evoking long hidden emotions. Her eyes offer what one was always scared to ask of another, and her voice whispers after she is done speaking. This is the power of an Ardat-Yakshi's manipulation. It has never been clear; biotics? Or even psionics? There is danger regardless. You must go to Afterlife's VIP section. Alone, unarmed."
"Oh, Tali is going to love this," Garrus chuckled.
"Save it for after this is done," I warned. "Samara, not even a pistol? This is Omega after all."
"Fair. But Morinth is cagey. It might require more work to attract her, and no doubt once she brings you to her apartment, she will attempt to remove it. Allow that." I nodded my understanding. "Let's not waste time."
"Garrus, why don't you head back? One person can follow in the shadows easier than two."
"If you insist. But stay safe, alright? This would be an embarrassing way to lose Commander Shepard."
"I'm not happy with brain fuckery, but I'm not the unexpecting victim."
"That alone gives the Commander a boon," Samara reassured. Garrus shrugged, and we parted. Samara and I going to the VIP, Garrus to the ship. There was a Turian bouncer by the door, but no line.
"I will wait out here, Shepard. I will watch, and I will follow."
"Understood." I approached the Bouncer, staring me down with white colony markings on the upper portion of his head, seemingly emphasizing a skull. "Jaruut sent me," I remarked.
"Word of advice," the Turian began, accepting the name. "I don't recognize you, so listen. Start a fight, we'll hurt you. You get attacked, you're fine to knock them to the ground. Your gun's fine but keep it holstered. But if you're just the faster draw than they are on the trigger? We'll let that pass." The Turian stepped to the side, keying the door to open and letting me pass. There was a small hallway but already the bass was pounding, making it almost impossible to hear anything else. A central dance floor with a raised platform of strippers on poles, like in Afterlife 'proper.' Asari, Human, Turian, and even Batarian women. And just inside of where the hallway exited into the main part of the club, there was a young man with a chinstrap 'beard,' that ran up to me.
"Hey! Do you know where I can get tickets for Expel 10? I heard this amazing," he closed his eyes and leaned back, enamored. "Asari say they were her favorite band. I want… I want whatever she wants. I got to find tickets! Expel 10 is playing tomorrow!"
"Tell me about the band," I asked.
"One of those sensory bands. They crawl in your hand and make you feel things. And this Asari is all over them! I could score way out of my league, man! Help me out, please!"
"You want help, kid? Here's some advice." I leaned in close so that I could speak relatively softer. "She'll make you wish you pissed off Aria instead of hitting on her. Head on home, stay out of the club for a few days. Ok?" I patted him on the shoulder.
"You're… weird, man…" he murmured.
"Trust me." I moved past him and into the club. It seems on the dance floor there were other club dancers that were wearing slightly more than those on the raised platform. And one was being hounded and groped by this Turian. Despite the Asari clearly telling him to fuck off. While I couldn't hear the words yet, the mannerisms were clear. While I know I need to attract Morinth, hopefully he tries to fight, the result of how that goes will get her attention. So that's where I'm starting.
"Come on, baby, I can pay. I'm a good tipper too," he offered.
"I told you to fuck off, dumbass, I'm no whore!" Well, that's not Morinth.
"Come on, no need to play hard to get, I-"
"Hey, she said no. Try finding one that says yes."
"The hell, man? I'm just looking for a good time! This isn't your business," he glared.
"Step. Off." I warned. The Turian growled, and threw his fist out in a right hook. No, I'll take this. The cheekbones are fucking hardy as it is. Thanks to my enhancements… I admit, I did have to roll my jaw after the impact, and my head was pushed to the side, but that was the extent of the reaction. Slowly, I turned back to stare him down, and cracked my neck. There was a moment of fear on his features as I noticed he was shaking his hand. I slammed my right fist into his gut, right where the flesh gets soft, causing him to bend over, and my left fist right into his side. He tried to stand up straight and I took the opportunity to throw an uppercut that sent him reeling back against the wall of the center of the dance floor and he slid down. Unconscious.
"Thanks for that," the Asari remarked. "Security was asleep." Right, let's keep putting on a show.
Commander John Shepard
After helping out the dancer, this panicked man had approached me. Long story short? He and his friend were journalists discreetly doing a piece on a crime boss. They had some code words for if they were figured out, which they were, and he needed his friend out and away from the crime boss. I played the part of an ignorant foreigner and dropped the words for her letting her find an out. Other than that, I made a pair of muggers re-think their actions for the night, and stared down a Krogan trying to play tough, and he was the one who backed down. At the moment I was sitting at the bar. Waiting, for just a bit. Maybe I could try convincing the bartender to-
A small, lithe hand snaked across my back, a woman, an Asari, taking a seat on the barstool next to me. With an uncanny resemblance to Samara. I raised a brow.
"Hey," she smiled. "Name's Morinth. I've been watching you. And you are by far the most interesting person in this place."
"That so?" She was wearing a black leather outfit, form fitting.
"It is. I've got a booth over there in the shadows. Why don't you come sit with me?" she offered.
"Lead the way." Morinth grinned, and we both stood from the bar. I followed her. She was trying to walk seductively, but I knew what she was. I just kept watching the back of her head. The booth in question was small, not very well lit, with a bottle of booze and a container of what I'd bet to be hallex to the side. She took her seat on the far side, I took a seat on the closer. She leaned back, laying one leg across the other.
"Most days there's no one interesting to talk do. Some nights, there's just one… Tonight that's you. Why's that?"
"I know what I like," I shrugged.
"Oh?"
"I've traveled all over the galaxy, for one."
"It changes you, doesn't it?" It does. For some, better. For others, worse. Let's say it changes me in a way she likes.
"You've never really traveled unless you've gone somewhere dangerous. And this rock? Child's play." Morinth grinned again.
"Where you can see and do things most can't imagine. When I travel, I'm always drawn to the dark and dangerous. The violent ones. It's the surest expression of power." There's a measure of truth to that. Not total truth, but truth. Hearkens to the age-old law of survival of the fittest. One that a successful society can, for the most part, overrule. It's better that. But Morinth doesn't need to know I feel that way.
"Violence is a means to an end. Power? That's the end."
"And where have you expressed that means to an end? On who?"
"Pirates learn not to fuck with me quick enough. Beyond that? Let's just say I've done some poking and prodding around the veil." That got her interest.
"I'm impressed. But what else does a man like you know you like?"
"I've been known to appreciate art."
"Oh? Art speaks to me. The darkest places in me. You?"
"There's an Elcor sculptor. Forta. He's caught my attention." Her eyes widened.
"Really? I thought no one here knew about him. He's sublime. But sculpture isn't the only kind of art. I've seen vids more powerful than any sculpture sitting in some gallery."
"I'll hazard a guess for what you like. Vaenia?"
"My favorite. The two lead actresses are glamorous."
"Maybe I'll give it a shot."
"I wouldn't mind going on a binge with you. What else?"
"What about the music here?" I asked.
"Dark rhythms. Violent pulses. It stirs something… primitive in me. You might get something stronger. I know humans could be some savage primitives back in the day."
"Heard of a group recently. Expel 10. Haven't given that sensory music a shot before." Morinth grinned wider.
"They get in my head and tear it to pieces," she writhed slightly. "They're in concert soon. You could go with me. You know…" she glanced at the Hallex bottle. "You can get lost in the music here. I know a few ways to enhance that."
"Thought I recognized that as Hallex. But I think right now I'd prefer a clear head. You know, to remember the night," I hinted. Samara did mention she likes some measure of directness.
"Good thinking. You want to get out of here? My apartment is nearby. And I want you all to myself…"
She's taken the bait. Now just to let her pull along just a bit longer before reeling in the catch.
"Lead the way, Morinth." She stood from the booth, as did I, and began a sultry but quick walk out of the club, same way I came in. As we exited, I glanced over to where I suspected Samara would be hiding. We shared a quick moment of eye contact, still hooded, as she leisurely began to follow. Keeping her distance but sure not to lose. The experience of someone who's been doing this for centuries. Morinth lead me up through the markets to one of the wealthier areas. Suppose I'm not surprised she's gathered up a reserve of credits. This was an area where mercs would actually work as security. Private security, sure, but they wouldn't let anyone stab each other's guts out in the street here. And the apartment complex Morinth lead me to? This was actually manned. Staffed. But they won't stop Samara. No matter how hard they try. We entered the elevator and she pressed the button for the 13th floor. She ran her hand across my back, and it took every ounce of control I had to not pull away, recoil at her touch, or respond at all at the monster's touch. These were fancy apartments. The room was 1313. Very heavy handed death symbolism. Like a bad book just trying to force such symbolism wherever it can. Where an English teacher can ask what the colors of the curtains in a book represent and have it genuinely represented more than the color of damn curtains.
The room itself was large, probably double the size of Diana's apartment, but larger and more luxurious, and only a single bedroom on a slightly higher floor. Nothing but three stairs separating them.
"I'm just going to use the restroom."
"Sure. It's just right there," she pointed to a door along the right wall. Now, it wasn't a lie that I had to piss, but it's not the only reason I'm here. I needed to send a message to Samara of the specific room and floor. I did that while I did my business, flushed, washed, and exited to find her lying on the sofa. She had a collection of short swords and rapiers on a wall. A statue of a Krogan by the bed.
"The statue was a gift from a suitor. But that rock has more personality than he ever did. Still, he managed to impress me enough to get what he wanted. Didn't end how he hoped," she remarked. Yeah, I'm sure it didn't.
"What about the swords?"
"Dueling. I practiced for a while. I lived for those moments when you see it in your opponent's eyes. Where he knows you're better than him, and that he's going to die." Sadistic. "It's why I've also played Chess. Good on you humans for that game. Your opponent can believe that he's about to win. And then you turn it around, killing him." Again, sadistic, and symbolic. Isn't that exactly how Ardat-Yakshi hunt? Their prey thinks they're about to win big, a roll in the hay, and then their brain gets melted from the inside out. "Come on. Sit down, right next to me," she murmured with a grin. I obliged. She stayed where she was sitting for the moment.
"I love clubs," she began. "People. Movement. Beat. I can still hear the bass, like the drums of a great hunt. Out for your blood. But here? It's muted. And you're safe. Is that what you want?" I began to feel a slight… pressure on my mind. A part of me whispering to say yes. To comply. I shouted that down. I know what I'm up against. And I've got someone a helluva lot better than this monster of an Asari.
"People feel safest right before they die," I remarked. She eyed me curiously.
"It's true. We're never safe. I've never understood the fascination with safety. Some of us choose differently. I want independence, not submission. Not like those idiots in Citadel space. We share that, you and I…" she stood and slowly walked over to me, sitting down in my lap, sideways. There was the pressure again. The whisper. It felt like it was trying to be subtle. But I know what that has to be. I refuse to let the whispers of the Reapers ever get to me. I'll be damned if I let the whispers of a killer get to me. She gently reached for the holster at my hip, removed the gun, and placed it on the table behind me. Every instinct told me not to let her, but to keep up the charade just a bit longer, I had to.
"We've both killed many times. But that's where the similarities end." Her brow furrowed.
"Why do you say that I've killed? What do you know? Let's stop playing games." Her eyes went black, like when Liara melded with my mind on the Normandy to get the cipher. Her mind games were resorting to brute force now. The whispers were shouts. "Look into my eyes and tell me you want me." The shouting in my head echoed Morinth. "Tell me you'd kill for me. Anything I want." She ran her hand across my chest. Fuck you. I kept thinking of Tali, now. Her face. Her smile. And it helped, again, to remember exactly what this is on my lap. She isn't having me. Not today, not ever.
I smirked, and gave a slight chuckle.
"I just took the mask off my girlfriend for the first time a few days ago. And you don't even begin to compare. You'll have to try harder than that… Mirala." The shouting in my head came to an abrupt stop, Morinth blinked and her eyes were normal once again, but wide open. There was fear. No, terror.
"How do you-" The door to the apartment blasted open, the doors creaking and whining as biotics forcefully bent and tore the metal, ruining the doors entirely as Samara strode in, already wreathed in a blue biotic aura.
"Shit," she murmured as she shot out of my lap and to her feet.
"Mirala," Samara stated simply, glaring at her daughter, before she reached out with her biotics and launched Mirala against the window, cracking the glass as she grunted in pain. I stood, grabbing my pistol, but not shooting. Not yet. This is Samara's justice.
"Mother," she hissed.
"Do not call me that." Another surge forced her against the glass harder.
"I can't choose to stop being your daughter. Mother," she repeated with mockery and disdain.
"You made your choice long ago." Mirala curled herself into a ball before exploding with biotic force, freeing herself, knocking me back against the wall, and staggering Samara a good several feet.
"What choice?" she shouted, using one hand to lift up Samara and another to lift a chair. "My only crime was being born with the gifts you gave me!" She forgot to add a few hundred, at least, accounts of murder. She attempted to slam the chair into Samara, but with her own biotics, she slapped it out of the way, finding herself dropped to the floor.
"Enough, Mirala!" Samara shouted, using her biotics to impact her around the shoulder, knocking her to the ground in turn as she stood. But she recovered just as fast as both unleashed a surge of biotics toward each other, culminating in a giant surge of energy between them.
"I am the genetic destiny of the Asari! But they are not ready to understand, so I must die!" Mirala argued. This surge was causing all the furniture in the room to begin floating. I know biotics can generate a singularity. I hope that's not what's happening here.
"You are a disease to be purged, nothing more!" Samara retorted. Mirala turned her head to me, an almost pleading look.
"I'm as strong as she is. Let me join you!"
"You wanted to kill me to feed your addiction. And you'll keep killing," I answered, already approaching her.
"No!" she shouted as I shot out her right kneecap with the pistol. Causing her to cry out in pain and drop, her biotics dissipating. Morinth was bleeding, and she struggled onto her back. Trying desperately to crawl away as Samara approached. The Justicar's biotics flared up again as she got down and grabbed Mirala by the throat.
"Find peace in the embrace of the Goddess," she spoke quietly.
And then snapped her neck.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I did my research and Mirala is either Morinth's first alias or her birth-name. It wasn't clear but I was under the impression that birth-name is more likely.