
One beetle down and killed, three confronting the weathered Captain Rochdale, none would be aware of the portal that had spit out yet another unsuspecting victim of these fiends’ interdimensional hijinx.
Manira L’vie had been lurking behind a nearby building in the center of the metropolis on Omega. While this was truly the den of the most nefarious and lowest of lifeforms, their focus has been squarely on one particular Asari, another of their kind, who had been using their power, status, and greed to enslave those less fortunate in the anarchic city. Had it merely remained within the confines of the pitiful rock, it never would have caught Manira’s or any other justicar’s attention. But, Hessia Vera was suspect of stealing from other planets’ populations via trafficking…including those of the monastery housing the Ardat Yakshi, powerful Asari known for their deadly yet addictive mating tendencies, drawing on the life and power of those they ensnare regardless of species. With them, they would amass an army of the unstoppable. Manira could not sit idly by and still be able to adhere to the code of the justicar. Their role is to bring law and order to the Galaxy, by the code of Asari principles, through any means necessary.
That’s when they saw it, the exchange. Down an alley behind a building a few blocks from Hessia’s tower, a massive cargo rig had opened its bay door and filing out one after another were people of all varying ages, genders, and species, wrists in chains, shuffling along as they looked to be drugged up on too much red sand, and malnourished to the point of skeletal proportions. Then, bringing up the rear of this line, were the blue skinned people of the Asari, robed in the monastery garb of ones who had willingly chosen isolation over execution for their affliction. Hessia would use their defect for their own greed, strengthening these poor souls’ addiction, and simultaneously their power.
Manira did not need to see more. With their gun already loaded and heated, they stepped out from the corner from within the shadows and…
…fell.
With a gasp, their trigger finger let loose a shot into the air, but they would not know if it made its mark as darkness blanketed their vision. It was only with a grunt of pain and a flash of blue that Manira would open their eyes and find themself someplace not at all where they had thought they’d be. “What?” Blue eyes glanced around the room, taking in the site of two massive insects attacking what looked to be a human man, and one indent already dead on the ground. “Rachni?” They thought for a moment, not entirely sure what it was they were seeing but it looked similar enough to the previously thought extinct species of deadly insects of their own galaxy.
That’s when something moved beneath their rear where they fell. The beetle that had attempted to attack the captain’s feet would be stopped in their tracks as Manira had landed right ontop of its thick shell, pinning it to the ground. Soon after this realization, Manira’s body would glow blue and lift off the creature, floating in the air instead, only to immediately let loose another round squarely between its eyes(?) and ripping through its body end to end.
The Asari would turn and take a shot at each of the others that still stood after the captain may or may not be done with them, and any he might have missed. Only once and if it was quiet of these creatures’ lives, would Manira lower themself back to the ground and turn to the human with a hard but expressionless face and ask simply only one question, “where am I?” They did not know how they got here, but they understood a portal was the likely culprit. As for who sent the portal to them, and how, they would hopefully find out soon enough with this man’s answer.