Twenty-four Years Later
The settlement was so far on the edge of known space that it was near falling off. Its commercial district featured two bars, one of which was actually a brothel, a mechanic's shop, a spaceport, and a Volus run bank. The townsfolk displayed good sense and hid inside of their houses at the sight of her.
Nash smiled. It was nice to know some intelligence existed still in the Terminus. Her suede duster billowed in the breeze, making the gold badge on her breast flash in the greenish sunlight. The white and red streaked braid snaking beneath her wide brimmed hat was the only source of color in the drab town.
She entered the first building and removed her hat on entry. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the prefab unit, the bar emptied around her. All that remained was she, the Turian bartender, and her quarry.
Her boots clanged against the steel floor as she walked up to the bar. "Ryncol, for my friend and I." She sat down next to the man, enjoying his visible shiver of discomfort.
The man sipped the alcohol before he spoke. "So you finally caught up with me, Ranger. It's been quite a chase. Can I at last learn the name of my pursuer?"
"Captain Rose Nash. I'd shake your hand, but then I'd have to wash it. In bleach."
"Nash? I've heard stories about you… our equivalent to ghost stories. I heard you once took out a Krogan battlemaster with a toothpick. I also heard you were Krogan."
"Could be. Or it could be no criminal has ever gotten close enough to see my face and live." She fingered her drink. "I'm about done talking with you, murdering scum. You really think you could sell that many slaves and get away with it?"
"Obviously, yes. Well, go ahead. Read me my rights, I won't resist arrest or nothing."
Nash smiled. It was the same sort of smile a shark gives to a fat guppy. "You forget yourself. That crime was committed on Horizon, in the Terminus Union. And we take care of our criminals out here…"
She took a second to down her drink. As she lifted the glass to her mouth with her right hand, the man reached under his coat. She chucked the now empty glass in his face and simultaneously shot him with a pistol from her left hand.
Her aim was perfect, as always.
She looked at the bartender, and then fiddled with her omni tool for a few seconds. "I paid to close my tab. I would offer to pay for the mess, but the Union can't afford for a biohazard team to come all the way out here from Omega. Sorry about that." She stalked outside.
About a mile from the settlement, Nash contacted her pilot on her ship, the Safe Harbor. "I'm ready for pickup."
"Did you catch the bastard?"
"Lets just say I improved the human gene pool a bit today…"