* The camera points at a star, relatively close, filtered down by a shaded plane of glass*

Radio source: "Council spokes-beings confirmed today that Spectre Blasto has been declared MIA, presumed KIA - a candle light vigil is being held on the Citadel; however, reports indicate that many husbands and boyfriends have begun long parties in the wake of the news. Citadel sources believe the added trade in alcohol will boost the economic following the Geth attack - Up next, are Salarian eggs at risk from the corrupting influence of holographic media?" (Radio cut off)

*The camera draws back slowly*

Miranje: "Blasto did very little right - he shot suspects, caused diplomatic incidents, sleep with ambassadors and/or their daughters... and there was that drunken piss in the Citadel fountain during the last embassy social. Why do we want him again?"

*Miranje appears on the left of the screen; a beautiful Hanar with the longest, blondest hair that can be found*

*The Illusive Jelly is sat on the right with 2 tentacles crossed, and a cigar held in one of the upper tentacles*

The Illusive Jelly: "(In the smooth, smooth tones of Martin Sheen) Blasto is our only Spectre. Without him, this one knows the Hanar people will not be able to spread the light of the Enkindlers."

*Miranje seems unconvinced*

The Illusive Jelly: "Look, this one is rich, old, and insane; It can do what it likes so long as it is paying your wage."

*Cut to a medical bay - a Hanar body is being worked on by a montage of surgery machines.*

Volus surgeon: "I will enjoy the vast sums of money your employer is paying. And (breath in) learning new things about the Kahje'clan's inter workings."

Miranje: "(in a slightly alarmed tone) Oh? I thought you where an expert in the field of Hanar medicine?"

Volus surgeon: "(alittle too quickly) Of course, of course. May years of surgery under my enviro-suit."

Miranje: "Years of surgery...on Hanar?"

Volus surgeon: "Come on, visiting hours are over, time for you to leave."

*The Volus shoo's out Miranje, a trail of shed blondie hair marking her wake*

Volus surgeon: "Now (breath in) lets get started."

*Later - over com channels*

Volus surgeon: "We've removed this growth from the Kahje'clan which seemed septic."

The Illusive Jelly: "Those are the Hanar reproductive organs..."

Volus surgeon: "Uh (breath in) oh."

The Illusive Jelly: "Have you just...(sigh) Just do not screw her up anymore until a replacement surgeon arrives."

*The camera now floats above Blastette's medical bed - explosions rock the building, and Blastette simply rolls onto her side*

Blastette: "(snoring)"

Intercom: Miranje: "Lazy one, get up."

Blastette: "(sleepy) Wha-?"

Miranje: "Get up Blasto!"

Blastette: "What..." (She slides up into a sitting position) "This one feels bad. Like someone has kicked this one in the male parts."

Miranje: "There's no time for that - you need to get out of there!"

Blastette: "This one thinks you are a bossy cow"

Miranje: "Granted. NOW GET MOVING!"

*Blastette moves forward through a series of corridors in an underground yet well lit and clean base - pistol in one tentacle*

Blastette: "This one has to ask; why does this one's man area feel wrong?"

Miranje: "Well...erm...Jacoblob can examine that... internal sensors show he's just around the corner."

*The sound of gun fire come from around the corner, and Blastette slides into cover next to Jacoblob, a darker skinned Hanar - they are being shot at by a group of drones from over their low walled cover*

Jacoblob: "Hello there sexy. What can this one do for you?"

Blastette: "(after a few mute moments) This one is confused and just woke up. What is happening here?"

Jacoblob: "Oh right, this one didn't realise you where the one who had been asleep the last one and a half years."

Blastette: "ONE AND A HALF YEARS!? (grabs Jacoblob tightly around the neck) This one has been unconscious one and a half years??"

Jacoblob: "No no, baby, no no. You've been dead most of that time"

Blastette: "(tightens gripe around Jacoblobs neck) Dead?! DEAD? And why does this one's male area feel like hell? This one had a bossy female tell it you would have answers"

Jacoblob: "Well, the 'death' thing was overcome by the Illusive Jelly spending a fortune on bringing you back...about the...erm...male area..."

*Cut scene to a computer control room - Sneaky the Elcor is sat down in the corner, pretending to be injured*

*The door opens and Blastette floats in - alone*

Sneaky: "[with painful breathes] I require assistance for I am wounded and had nothing to do with the attack; [curiously] What happened to Jacoblob?"

Blastette: "This one is sad to report Jacoblob did not make it. It will be missed."

Sneaky: "[with more painful breathes] Could you apply some medi-gel? For I am totally innocent of all wrong doing"

Blastette: "This one is curious, how did the drones go rogue?" (starts to apply the medi-gel)

Sneaky: "[cautiously] I don't know... how did Jacoblob get killed?"

*Blastette and Sneaky exchange a look and then whistle innocently apparently to the roof and floor*

Blastette: "All done - this one's face name is..." (An annoyed sigh) "...Blastette"

Sneaky: "[Pleased] Thank you. Now we need to escape - the shuttle is just through this door."

*Sneak walks over to the door, which opens to reveal Miranje*

Sneaky: "[Alarmed] Miranje, but you were -" (Miranje shoots him in the face)

Miranje: "Dead?"

Blastette: "This one wishes you could have shot him before this one wasted medi-gel on him. It is not made of money, you know."

*cut to the Illusive Jelly as he enjoys holding a cigar in one tentacle and a scotch in another*

*Blastette's holographic image begins to form on the communication platform infront of him*

The Illusive Jelly: "Ah; this one greets Blastette"

Blastette: "The Illusive Jelly...this one thought we would be meeting in person."

The Illusive Jelly: "After what happened with the male area's, this one thought it prudent to have a few year lights between us."

Blastette: "Oh, there is no need for caution, this one does not bare any grudges. We may meet face to face if you would but tell this one where you are."

The Illusive Jelly: "Oh well, this one is in the St- wait... Your craftiness is impressive, Blastette"

Blastette: "You can not blame this one for trying. Why did you bring this one back?"

The Illusive Jelly: "Well, this one did it for pride, insanity, and to play Enkindler, mostly. Though this one supposes the continued disappearance of puppies you were investigating before your death would be worth looking into..."

Blastette: "This one see's. This one will need a ship, and a crew."

The Illusive Jelly: "Done. This one looks forward to working with you, Blastette"

*The holograph fades and the Illusive Jelly sets his scotch down*

The Illusive Jelly: "This one wonders sometimes if it spends its money wisely."