Yane slung his pack over his shoulder and stood up from his seat, around him others readied for the departure. Above him, speakers where busy blaring instructions. "All those with a paid ticket to the Citadel, move to dock A for departure. I repeat, all those with a paid ticket to the Citadel, move to dock A for departure. He moved toward dock A. He was dirty, hungry, and tired, but in a few weeks he would finally be done. He pulled out his omni-tool and checked him messages as he stood in line, ready to get on. There was one new one.
Y,
The second and third attempts failed. I'm probably going to pay for that, but they have her under too tight of security. We have word that they are planning to activate her biotics, the plans have changed. We will let her learn to use them. Come quickly.
S
Yane closed down his omni-tool. He felt a pang of his old self work through him, he had worked so hard to keep her from this, from them—from the world for as long as he could. He had been sent to her for a purpose that night so many years ago, but he had betrayed his instructions with just one look at her innocent figure curled up in that street gutter. How he wished he could go back to that moment, re-do what he had done. Everything would've been so much easier for him and her if he would have just stuck to his job instead of doing what he did. Yane boarded the freighter and strapped himself into a passenger seat, around him seats slowly filled.
He couldn't let the past in anymore. What he had done he had done and he must forget it—he had a new job to do and this time he wouldn't fail.
I
Strojnik paced his office, he was expecting a call soon. He knew that he had failed, utterly and miserably. Three times he had tried, but three times she had alluded his grasp, not to mention that she could've died about half a dozen times as well—that would've put a stop to their plans. There was a familiar beep at his desk, and sighing, he walked over.
"Hello Captain." The voice said. It was cold and malicious, Strojnik feared what he would do.
"Sir, I can explain." He started.
"Can explain what?" The voice stated. "How you have managed to not only fail once, but three times?"
"If you would just give me more time sir!" Strojnik pleaded.
"Time is what we don't have!" The voice interjected, "She is getting restless! She wants her revenge for her people!" He spit. "I have given you every opportunity to get this done, but I see now that it should have been me from the very beginning. You have failed me for the last time. I will come, and I will deal with this mess myself, because of your stupidity, the plan must be held off. We will have to plan an attack after we get the core to retrieve her and the data. Luckily, things will be easier now that I have indoctrinated the council."
"But sir, your cover." Strojnik said.
"It is time for us to come out, but not yet. For now, stay close to that stupid planet, and gather info. Yane will be arriving with me."
"I will see to it sir." Strojnik said.
"You'd better. Also, get info from those two urchins you picked up and see what they can tell us." Was all he said, and then he was gone. Strojnik plunked down in his chair. That had gone better than expected—at least he hadn't made any death threats. He keyed into his console. "Smith, bring up the woman and the man.
"Which woman?" Smith asked. Strojnik rolled his eyes.
"The new one." A few minutes later the bridge door opened and the prisoners were brought in, handcuffed and dirty from their stay in their cells. Strojnik rose from his chair, the windows dark behind him.
"Welcome to my humble abode." He sneered at them. The man and woman looked at each other with doubtful expressions.
"Let's just get down to it, without all of your villainous hot-air getting in the way." Niles interrupted, "what do you want?" Strojnik glared at the man, he hated N7 officers because he had used to be one.
"I need to know all about a certain little girl that you had aboard your ship."
"And we're not going to tell you." Alexandra answered. Strojnik clapped his hands.
"Then things just got a little funner for me." He replied with a wicked grin, "and a lot more painful for you."