Mass Effect: Legend of Vader

CHAPTER 3

Commander Jacobus had not been able to rest his mind since the armoured man attacked. There was an unspoken fear infesting the deepest reaches of the Turian's heart, leaving him to constantly check his surroundings in search of the human warrior.

The three aliens accompanying him did not feel as reassuring as they had mere days prior; the metal man tore through entire hordes of Geth soldiers in less than a moment, so what could normal thugs hope to achieve in comparison?

Very little, was the honest answer.

Jacobus shook himself free of such a cowardly mindset and focused on his current mission, his goal being to kill the three Quarians who took a valuable piece of data from one of his Geth.

The evidence on the Geth's taken drives could be what undoes the entire operation, if not properly dealt with before something terrible happens.

It was not long before the Turian Commander and his soldiers tracked down the location of the three Quarian upstarts responsible for causing so many problems in the last week.

The nearest mercenary -a Batarian male- looked to a small device built in his armoured hand, then he shifted to face Jacobus.  "We have them, sir."

"Good."  He rasped.  "Follow them; Illium will not take kindly to unwatched suit rats in the districts."

"Understood."

Commander Jacobus followed his men, watching them glance between their Omni-Tools and each door connecting between the hall. It was taking a great deal of restraint to not rush down to search for the Quarians, but he managed.

Twenty minutes had passed when they arrived at the main streets, gatherings of people going about their daily commute. The targets were nowhere to be seen, and it would not be long before they were taken somewhere far away or simply escaped.

It left them momentarily stumped; the Quarians in question could have used the crowd to hide away and sneak through alleyways undetected. It would take care and focus to find these low-lives.

Fortune seemed to shine on them, however, when Commander Jacobus looked towards the docks in the southern port, a good distance away from their current position, and noted the hooded aliens had different colours with patterns down their clothes.

The Turian smiled wickedly before motioning the Batarian mercs to follow him. He approached in a rushed movement and tried to keep up with their surprisingly wide steps that helped them escape.

He began to lose them in the crowds once again, but this time Jacobus was prepared. The Turian shifted his gaze towards a random pedestrian - a brown-suited Volus - and waved him over.

"Hey!"  He yelled.  "Have you seen any Quarians moving through this area? I am willing to pay you credits for information, if necessary."

The Volus naturally straightened at the mention of credits, to be expected of such a greedy race, and moved towards the Turian. He looked up with the glow of his glass-covered eyes and pointed down towards a random direction, where the crowds of the districts became less populated and thinned.

"I saw three rats moving down that way."

"I see."  Jacobus nodded.  "Much appreciated."

Handing the Volus a few credits, he continued to the guided path alongside his mercenaries, their expressions becoming wild and vicious.

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