Chapter 5:
The sounds of rifles and shotguns being discharged were echoing throughout the city, causing the dwellers to become frightened. Syara started to run towards her destination out of her own fear. She knew this was a bad part of the city, but she really hadn't expected to be greeted by gunfire, even if it wasn't directed at her.
Syara was an Asari, a young maiden of only 170. She was a practicing biotic and a blossoming actress, hoping to one day, become apart of a big budget film. She spent most of her days with her theater troop, practicing and critiquing their style and form. To the adventurous asari, Syara's life was exceedingly dull. When she had a moment away from her acting, she would practice her natural biotics. All asari had them, it was a matter of honing them and making them great that separated the powerful from the weak. It would be a nice feeling not to be afraid, as she was now, knowing she had a natural protection.
Today however, Syara had decided to take a break from the acting and the biotics to spend a day with a new found friend. Syara had met another asari of the utmost intrigue. They had met at Aurora almost a week ago when her Syara's friends and herself had gone out for drinks to celebrate their upcoming gig "A Fallen Rose". It was a movie that was to be filmed by the famous director Talon. A rarity for a turian to immerse themselves in art, but he was one of the best in the business.
Syara reached the door and crashed through, sprinting as she collided. The door flew open and she doubled over to catch her breath as soon as she was through the threshold. She looked up and saw she was in a hallway, filled with various doors leading to their respective tenant's homes. At the end of the hallway was an elevator, which Syara started to make her way towards. The address Syara had been given told her her friend was on the 13th floor, and she was most certainly not taking the stairs after that little marathon. She arrived at the elevator and tapped the up arrow to summon it. She waited a few seconds before the doors slid open to reveal a salarian, nose buried into a data pad.
Salarians are a race of bipedal amphibians, they think fast, move fast, talk fast and live fast. They have a extremely high metabolism which impacts their lives to only living about 40 years. Salarians value intelligence over mostly everything. Innovation and technology were what they were known for in the galaxy, and taking this into consideration, it was no surprise when the salarian walked out of the elevator, completely oblivious to Syara. He knocked into her, sending his data pad plummeting to Syara's feet in the process.
"Miss! My mistake. Busy with calculations. Lost sight of surroundings. Terribly sorry," said the salarian, swooping down, snatching up his data pad, and continuing along his way without even so much as a glance at her.
"Not a problem..." Quietly muttered Syara as she knew the salarian had already forgotten her presence as she watched him walk away.
Syara turned, stepped into the elevator, pressed the bold 13 on the display of numbers and the doors sealed shut. Syara felt a light buckle in her knees as the elevator lifted upwards. She felt her stomach twist uneasily as she realized, she was actually nervous about this ordeal. It had been so long since she had been with someone other than her usual friends, much less an asari of this caliber. Syara smiled as she thought about her face. She made her feel things no one else ever had, like nothing mattered in the world and that moment between them was all that mattered.
The doors suddenly drifted apart as Syara snapped out of her day-dream. She looked up to see a large digital 13 being displayed on the floor readout. She walked forward and the elevator doors snapped shut behind her, leaving her in another hallway almost identical to the first. 1323 was the room number where she needed to go. Syara walked along the hallway, examining the door numbers as she went. 1304, 1307, 1311, the rooms seemed to go on and on, down the endless hallway. Syara came to the end of the hallway after what she thought to be an eternity, turned right and followed the new path, reading the numbers as she went. Almost to the end, her eyes set upon room number 1323 and her stomach did a somersault. Syara bit her bottom lip as she raised a hand to knock on the door. She hesitated, staring blankly at the door, she was so nervous. She rapped on the door once, twice, three times and waited for an answer.
Seconds later the door opened to reveal an asari, dressed in a tight black jump suit, much like what asari commandos wore. The asari smiled as she realized who it was, Syara smiled back, blushing a light purple against her blue skin.
"Syara... I'm glad you could make it," said the asari in a light hearted tone.
"You know I couldn't resist an invite from you, Morinth," said Syara, returning the warmness of Morinth's greeting.
"Well are you going to come in, or are we just going to stand out here and chat?" said Morinth playfully, standing aside to reveal the entrance to her apartment.
Syara entered the doorway and found herself looking at a fairly large room, adorned with sculptures, antiques, furniture, and many other things besides. A window that took up the entire wall, overlooked the massive city of Analego and lit the room with a kind of artificial sunlight.
"Your place is amazing!" exclaimed Syara.
"I get that a lot, I try and make my living space as unique as possible," explained Morinth. She took a seat on the couch directly across from Syara and crossed her legs.
"You look tired, can I get you something?"
"No, no I... I don't want to impose," stammered Syara.
"Quite the opposite Syara, I'll get us both some wine." said Morinth as she arose from her seat and walked to her bar area.
"Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable."
Syara did as Morinth suggested, feeling very familiar and comfortable with her atmosphere, despite never stepping foot in this building before today. She took it upon herself to take a seat on the couch, next to where Morinth had been sitting a moment ago. The couch seemed to form around her body, putting the perfect amount of pressure on every inch of her. It was almost intoxicating to be this relaxed.
"Your wine," said Morinth, snapping Syara out of her haze.
"Oh! Oh thank you, sorry. Your place is just so relaxing, I love it," said Syara, smiling at Morinth. She took her wine out of Morinth's out stretched hand and placed it on the table in front of the couch.
"Syara, look into my eyes." said Morinth in a seductive tone. Syara looked up into the now, pitch black eyes of Morinth. A sudden rush came over Syara. She felt compelled to do anything and everything Morinth wanted. Her whim was her one and only concern.
"Tell me you want me, that you'd do anything and everything for me,"
"I would do anything and everything for you," repeated Syara. A smile ran across Morinth's face as she heard these words.
"Shh, darling. Just relax and hear my words. Everything will be fine," cooed Morinth.
Syara was lost, lost in the eyes of the beautiful and seductive asari. But, everything was going to be alright. Morinth had said so herself, so it must be true. Suddenly Syara's whole body was overcome with a type of euphoria so intense, she lost sight of where she was. It was ecstasy, a feeling so powerful she started to forget her own name, why she was here, what was happening to her, all she knew was whatever was happening, felt so good. Everything was becoming hazy, as if a slow fog was settling into her mind. She felt exhausted, as though every ounce of energy had been absorbed from her. Syara slowly drifted into a slumber, she would feel better after a short rest. She slowly lost consciousness as everything from her thoughts to her physical feeling went dark.
Morinth's eyes returned to their normal appearance. She gazed upon the asari in front of her. Her lifeless corpse hadn't moved an inch from when she had been alive. She looked at her hands, a subtle blue glow had encased her body. She felt the power coursing through her, a feeling she could never live without. Morinth stood up, and blasted her door open with a swipe through the air and a flash of blue light. She smirked as it flew down the hallway, landing several meters from it's frame. She needed to exercise her new found strength elsewhere, and she felt no sympathy for any mercenary who got in her way.