An asari vessel drifted through the system, its crew members accustomed to the silence the ship brought for the past month. For all those aboard, the days that have passed since the mission began felt much like the passing of a week; time meaning nothing to the asari. The decision to follow the trail of slavers was brought to their commander’s attention when an upcoming colony, shared with both asari and humans as a means to strengthen ties between the races’ governments, was raided by a company of slavers. Likely batarians as it always seemed to be.
Such scum of the universe was not uncommon; their targets were unimportant and, according to the manner the officials who handled these cases of disappearances, meaningless. But if an organization was willing enough to attack a colony of such importance to the play of diplomacy then the politicians would surely take notice. And they did, but their outrage and shock wasn’t directed at the asari commander, Umra. In fact, she took on the mission willingly as this was what Spectres did: they go about the universe with an entirely different set of laws of their own and do what they do. Somewhat ironically, it depended on the intentions of a Spectre to assume what they do would actually be for the benefit of the entire galaxy or for their own gain.
“Re’Teen,” the asari’s first mate called. Umra held no actual military rank before and after she became a Spectre (her work in law enforcement did not grant her any sort of “title”), and she was only known as their commander and captain. Spare for the first mate of course, who addressed her by last name only.
“Yes D’Vee?” Umra answered. Shora, the first mate, joined her at the bridge, both gazing done at the pilots and ensigns below them.
“Your informant on Omega pulled through.” The way she said Omega came out as a sneer or something else equally close to disgust, “We scanned the colony’s system logs. They’ve gotten a few pirates come their way before.”
Umra scowled. “Pirates? There were no records of any in official reports that we were given. In the few past months, at least.”
“Any successful attacks,” she replied and handed Umra a data pad. “The humans have installed a few AA-guns for protection. Pirates and slavers alike stay clear away.”
The commander quickly skimmed through the information given on the data pad. She had planned to set course for the planet the colony occupied, rather than drifting through the system. She was tired of waiting…to catch a whiff of the scent the slavers had left. And then she found something interesting.
“Agriculture…” she hummed, her eyes still looking over the device in her blue hand, “The humans didn’t come here for the mining wealth of this planet? Surprising.”
Shora’s impassive expression did not change at the sound of Umra’s tone. “Suspecting foul play?” the first mate inquired.
“No, no. The planet’s environment is rather dense with planet life. I suppose the soil is more useful for farming rather than digging through. From the humans’ perspective, of course.” She looked up at the other asari. “But how many pirates have we found squatting among jungle terrain?”
The first mate’s eyes widened a bit at where the conversation was leading. “Humans inhabit the planet, Re’Teen. Aside from the animal life, I doubt there is anything else of interest.”
“Possibly, but if there are any pirates present on the planet they could be a part of the same company that raided the asari-human settlement. We have been following their trail since then, if you haven’t forgotten.”
Shora shifted uneasily at the mention of the asari-human colony. She thought it was a poor, unneeded political move by the Council to plan such a thing. On the other hand, Umra thought of her first mate’s anti-human standpoint to be the cause of this disapproval, but it did not bother her. Shora’s prejudice was fueled by unknowing ignorance that could easily be remedied if Umra had the time to care.
“The colony was an easy target. The defense systems weren’t even installed yet!” The first mate said, somewhat arguing. Umra snorted, untypically ungraceful for an asari. “The attack still was rather controversial. Every human was yelling at the Council to do something.”
Shora shook her head and bit her tongue. Her continued disapproval could wait as she tried to redirect the conversation to its main point. “Then what do you suggest? Shall we go hunting for pirates on a human planet?”
Umra chuckled and returned the data pad to the fellow asari. “More or less. Pirates and slavers are all the same, just different names.”
Quickly, she turned to the pilots below them. “Set course for the planet and call for a team to meet in the armory. I want a shuttle going down with them onboard; I shall be joining them.”
Her crew stationed at the command center shifted in their seats, exchanging glances with one another. Bothered, but silent. An ensign, who controlled the com-links, peered up at her and said, “Commander, should we make contact with the humans beforehand?”
“No. If pirates are stationed on the planet and any of the humans are aware of their presence, one could possibly tip off the other,” Umra replied. She did not have any ill-meaning feelings towards humans, but being overly cautious and untrusting was simply second nature.
Lastly she said, “Activate stealth systems. Their sensors won’t pick up on us, much less their AA weaponry.”
And she walked away, her mind filled with thoughts of the slavers. The human defenses would fare well with incoming ships pouring down from the heavens, but there always seemed to be faults in what they hoped would protect them. The pirates that went for the asari-human colony almost a month and a half ago used ground units. It was an odd strategy, but nonetheless effective, and left a media storm of anger at the Council’s feet. But despite her search and the good leads she was presented with, the public and the Council was not pleased with her efforts. All of which now were being to seem empty.