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[The Red Shadow]

"Is it jammed in or wedged?" she quickly made her way over to Babe also pulling out her omni tool with the xray on looking for her hand

[Kel Riever]

"Wedge jammed?  Sorry, I'm usually out of this by now."  Babe's pulled some, but it wasn't of use.  "I don't want to lose the wire."  She tugged again, feeling where she couldn't move.  "Um, I'm usually out of this by now.  Caught right above the elbow."  Babe wriggled her legs more as a reaction and accidentally bumped into Yori.  "Sorry!"

Yori saw what was going on with the x-ray.  Babe's upper body was basically sideways above her arm, which had passed into the cavity beneath the floor to catch the wire.  Her hips and legs were twisted around to more of a lying down position, with her leather pants and boots providing some traction, but not enough.  Her other arm wasn't giving her enough leverage because of her odd position.

"It's totally fine," Babe said sarcastically.  "I've never really gotten a good look at the bottom side of these gun chairs."

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

Citadel - The Strip - written by Kel and SJ

 

Naleena heard Xanthe's order to the Serrice Guard. "Don't bother. He's dead," she told the guard member. "You two, remain here to guard the crime scene. We'll contact C-sec as soon as we're outside this area. Then meet Xanthe and I."

 

The Guard member looked over to Xanthe for confirmation.

 
"Keep people away from that body then, until C-Sec shows up," Xanthe ordered the Guard.

 

Naleena pulled a cigarette out of her case, paused to light it, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke out her nostrils. "You missed all the fun, Xanthe, but as usual you're late for the party. And the Serrice Guard? I'm honored. Were you expecting trouble, or did you just need to feel important?

 

Xanthe's eyes narrowed.  "These are my people, who assist me with my duty, like you have yours.  As much as I would like to descend into a trade of insults with you, I have a job to do, assigned by the Council.  You have things to answer for, and it is my job to make sure you do."  With her arm outstretched towards the vehicle she came in, Xanthe said, "I'm suggesting we keep this private, for the sake of everyone here."

 

Naleena turned to Xanthe and laughed before she entered the car. "Private? I'm not the one making a spectacle of this. You could have come alone. I would have accompanied you quietly. But you brought the Serrice Guard, the most elite unit in the Asari Military. People around here have to be wondering 'who is this Asari in the black leather?' And one more thing. From your tone and the escort, I need to know something. Am I under arrest?"

 

Xanthe's voice was cool.  "Not yet, Naleena."

 

Naleena started to enter the vehicle then paused. "You said, 'not yet.'" Naleena said. "I'm waiting for you to read me my rights."

 

Xanthe stepped closer to the taller Naleena, looked up to her with conviction, and said in a terse voice so that she could only be heard by the two.  "Do you want me to arrest you?  I'm coming here to deal with you civilly, which I think is incredibly generous given the Council wants me to find out about why you might be responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent people.  Would you like me to make a spectacle of taking you in? Or would you like to talk about this as one Spectre to another, while we take a ride to C-Sec in a regular, boring cab?  I'm giving you the choice, Naleena."

 

"I just wanted to know where I stood, whether I needed an advocate," Naleena said as she entered the car and sat in seat next to Xanthe. "I have nothing to hide, but these witch hunts take on a life of their own."

 

Xanthe got into the pilot's seat, and set the car for C-Sec on autopilot.  As the skycar lifted off, she spoke to Naleena while watching the Citadel pass out the window.

"You may want one by the time we're done; I wouldn't talk you out of it.  It is a shame, really, Naleena.  If the Council had thought things through, this mess with Androkan wouldn't have led to what it did.  The highest end ship of its kind being assigned to a brand new Spectre with no field experience.  Before you take what I'm saying the wrong way, I am not questioning your potential, Naleena.  But look at what has happened.  Without guidance, you've been thrown into the fire.  I may not be someone you like, but I know what I'm doing.  I've had my share of trouble.  I have been a Spectre, dealing with the Council far longer than you.  If you were mine, meaning if you had been assigned to me as your mentor, to learn the ropes, if you will, this would never have happened.  I admire Sao, but he is an optimistic fool in a sort of way, a dreamer.  Even in the right circumstances a Spectre can turn against that which they were created for.  Look at what happened to Tela Vasir.  She was someone I considered trustworthy, a friend.  She fooled me.  She fooled Sao!  The risks are great enough when everything is done correctly.

"I will not lie to you, Naleena.  I think you are in a lot of trouble and I have my job to do for the Council investigating you.  Estimates are that thirty-thousand people died on Omega because of a decision you made with that criminal Aria."  Xanthe raised a hand what she anticipated would be a reaction from Naleena.  "Don't even respond to that.  I am telling you now what I am here for so you may prepare yourself.  That may seem unusual if you look at this from the perspective that I am out to get you; I am not.  We Spectres are too few in number and too great a resource to simply be cast aside without proper deliberation.  But we cannot, either, let evil grow in our midst, as it did with Vasir, or worse, Saren."

 

Naleena activated her ocular omni-tool and scanned the Spectre Advocate's Office. One thing she learned from her life of crime was the need for those in the legal profession to handle mundane things. Naleena had nothing to hide, but she wanted one on speed dial just in case. She found one and a surreal feeling came over her like there was some kind of karmic tie between her and this name. Soniri. Captain Marisa Soniri. Council Advocate General's office.

 

She began to wonder if the universe was simply different waves of different creations and that there were an infinite number of Naleena T'sariuses in an infinite number of universes, each having made an infinitely number of different choices in their lives. She wondered if there was one where her sister was alive and where that version of Naleena was living a happy mundane life. She knew that if this was the case, then there was another version of Naleena who had been killed by STG. It was too horrible to think about. Still, she wondered where she heard the name Soniri and why it felt familiar. The humans call it dejà vu. Had all this happened before and would happen again? She remained quiet as she looked out the windows at the magnificence of The Citadel on their way to C-sec.

 

She exited out of her screen, and took a breath, and turned to face Xanthe. "I was aware that an internal review was to be conducted. I am surprised, however, to see you conducting it. I hope The Council gave you everything. Apparently not. Your information is out of date. The final tally was 4,137 dead. Still unacceptable to me, but given the circumstances and evidence, it was unavoidable and far better than the alternative. We will talk about the details at C-sec."

 

"You, of course, are going to have to tell me where this lower number comes from," Xanthe replied, her gaze affixed out the car window.

 

“Xanthe, do you think I’d make up something like that?” Naleena replied and extinguished her cigarette on the floor of the car since there was no ash tray. “We remained on Omega for another 24 Asari Standard Hours during which time we monitored the rescue effort. Yes, the initial estimate was 30,000, but thousands of survivors started crawling out of the rubble and teams were able to go in and save others. 4,137 is the final number given by the authorities on Omega. And at this time that would be Aria’s enforcers and the Talon mercenaries who have allied themselves with her.”

 

The car arrived at C-sec and the gull-wing doors opened. Naleena exited, and Xanthe led her to a C-sec interrogation room.

[The Red Shadow]

"...." Yori sighed "you like making things difficult... don't you..." She examined the structure "I think I can open it up from here and free your arm though it may get steamy."

[Kel Riever]

"Steamy is fine," Babe answered, not really thinking about what she was saying and still wriggling a bit.

[The Red Shadow]

Yori seemed to activate a torch like accessory on her cybernetic arm which spat out a flame she finely tuned it to a bright cone and began cutting a hole out of the way of babes skin but big enough for her own arm to fit. "Shouldnt take long but try not to move your arm a lot I'd rather not want you to get hurt"

[Kel Riever]

Babe couldn't see what was actually happening, but she heard the whoosh of an open torch flame. "You got the acetalyne torch out of the toolbox?  Good thinking.  Though hell that'll be one more step to fix up in here."

[The Red Shadow]

"Eh.... Actually.. my pointer finger has a torch on it hehehe...." She finished cutting the hole and took off her hoodie and rolled up her alliance Navy casual shirt and reached her cybernetic arm in and began fumbling about and double checking with her omni tool if she is getting the object out of babes way
"There... How is that?"

[Kel Riever]

"Hah, good! Um, by the way, do you do everything? Because if there's a laundry machine in your pinky, I'm going to say you're a keeper."

[The Red Shadow]

"Eh?.....EH?!" her face quickly flushed bright red "o-o-o-of course not!! That... Would be too big for a pinky...." She slapped her forehead within her own frustration Towards herself "Ore wa... bakadesu..."she mumbled to her self

[Cknarf]

Somewhere on Tayseri…

 

Frank was ready to relieve some stress the only way he knew how. Strippers and copious amounts of alcohol.

 

He took a seat at the bar.

 

“Give me the strongest...”

 

'No alcoholic beverages,  greasy or spicy foods for two weeks.'

 

“...water you’ve got.” Frank sighed.  The human behind the bar nodded.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pair of blue hands pick his hat from the bar.

 

“How do I look?”

 

His top hat was now sitting awkwardly atop the head of an asari.

 

“Almost as good as me.” Frank replied unenthusiastically, as he caught the sliding glass of water with his right hand. “Ouch.” He brought the glass to his lips.

 

“Havin’ a bad day, huh?”

 

An ‘mmhm’ echoed quietly inside the glass as he nodded. He set the glass down, and reflexively signaled for another. “Honey mead this time.” He turned in his stool to face her. “You could say that.”

 

“Perhaps I can make it a little better?” She made a slight adjustment to her ‘uniform’.

 

Frank smirked.

 

“Twenty-five.” The bartender said, as he set the honey mead on the bar.

 

Twenty-five? Damn.

 

Using the back of his hand, Frank slid the drink towards his new acquaintance.

 

“Thanks, but I’m not really supposed to drink on the job…”

 

He pushed it a little closer.

 

“I guess one couldn’t hurt…” She took hold of the glass, and looked around, before gulping it down

 

*burp*

 

Nice.

 

“How many girls are working today?”

 

“I don’t know. Ten, maybe?” She shrugged. “Why?”

 

“Just wonderin’.” Frank scratched at his chin. “How many can fit in a VIP room?”

 

“As many as you can afford.”

 

“Hmmmm…”

[Kel Riever]

"Good cut," Babe complimented.  "I think I've...yep!  Got it."  She pulled her arm out with the cable, shimmied out from underneath the gun chair, and sat up.  "Whew!"  Babe wiped her brow.  She glanced over to where the cut was made.  "That's a nice, clean cut, Yori.  I think I'm liking working with you."

In the narrow corridor that was access to the gun chair, Babe shifted herself around to prevent herself from being entangled with Yori.  She made a visual assessment of what was going on and proposed, "Probably cutting that hole should have been done in the first place, anyway.  Here's what we can do...finish linking this up, reprogram, and...test fire it.  Thing is, and I do like this about the guns here...a lot of this stuff is hard wiring.  There's a router...of sorts...I don't even want to get into it.  What I'm trying to say is we're going to have to jury rig some stuff and it isn't going to work like a VI gun with touch sensitive controls no matter what we do...unless we replace it completely, which kills the point.

"Let's say we stick with all the hard wiring, which is the point of this ship.  Can't be taken over from outside if there's no ability to control these guns wirelessly.  That screws up the ability to control the guns by omni-tool but I kind of think that was the Captain's point anyway.  Rambling here, but we can get the guns fully operational from each of the other stations on the ship.  Am I making sense?  Never mind.  This should take...well the reason I got stuck and had to shave that bolt...that's the mess that got left behind.  This should take a half hour to an hour for this gun?  I'm counting, pessimistically on scanning the code for errors or anomalies.  The test firing is the fun part.  That'll be one gun, but an important one and we can schedule the rest over time so we don't burn ourselves out.  Sound good?  Or sound confusing?"

[Cknarf]

Somewhere, in pile of half-naked aliens...

 

“I don’t know, girls… What do you think I should do?”

 

Frank asked, while resting the side of his face against the warmth of an asari’s inner thigh, and looking up at the quarian that was straddling him.

 

“Watch it, bosh’tet.”

 

“Sorry.” Frank’s hands had wandered a little too far. He let them lay at his sides.

 

“Thank you.”

 

“I think you should go for it.” The quarian was pushed off of him. A turian took her place. “I mean, she obviously likes you.” She grabbed his wrists, and placed his hands for him. “You’ve got free rein with me, handsome.” She winked.

 

“I know she does, but…”

 

“Oh, would you forget about the salarian, already?” A second asari rolled her eyes. “I don’t see how you can even find them attractive…”

 

“Wow, rude.”  Frank sat up on his elbows, and looked over to her. ”Do you have any idea how rare salarian females are? That girl was something special!”

 

“Wait a second, isn’t your mate a batarian?” The turian asked, while pulling Frank’s head against her carapace. Frank raised an eyebrow, not really sure if he was feelin' it.

 

Eh?

 

He just rolled with it.

 

“Well… yes, but…” The asari rubbed at the back of her head.

 

Several of the girls laughed.

 

“Hey now, there’s nothing wrong with batarians.” Frank came partially to her defense, as he was pulled back to his original position. “If you had one working here, I’d be all over that.”

 

“She’s off today.”

 

“Damn.” Frank snapped his fingers.

[The Red Shadow]

"...actually theoredically I might be able to control a gun with my cybernetic limb if they had a hardwire port. But something like that would still require a high processing Vi assistance along with a combat support Vi.. unless someone was able to.. I don't know biomerge or biograph them selves onto the system like some sort of VI. The chances of that are barely existant."
She thought to her self for a bit "what if... We merge both turrets with a gyroscoping mass effect bubble allowing free aim but also independently give fire support. It's a long shot but it is hard to put into words. Hehehe...." she scratched the back of Her head

[Kel Riever]

Babe looked at Yori silently for a moment, but excitedly.  Finally, she said, "You can set that up?  The gyroscope bubble?  I mean, great! We can do it together!"

[The Red Shadow]

Yori blushed feeling flattered at the responce. she scratches her head answering back "I guess... But I would need to get schematics to build it properly. I'd rather not want the mass effect field to turn into a singularity. And I will need to find the parts and resources for each. Not to mention up grading the armaments to variable types so we would have controlled destruction."

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

C-sec: The Interview Pt 1 – Kel & SJ

 

Xanthe didn't say much other than, “Have a seat, give me a minute.” to Naleena when they entered the interrogation room, and left her in there alone.

 

Naleena surveyed the room visually for cameras and scanned it with her omni-tool for active listening devices. She sat at the table and used her coat to cover her left hand from the camera as she tapped her code to VERA. VERA now when contacted would act like a simple virtual intelligence. Then she stood and used the two-way mirror to adjust and smooth her coat and winked at the whoever was behind it. She sat in the chair facing the mirror and began looking at files on her omni-tool using her ocular display while she was waiting for Xanthe to enter.

 

After several minutes, Xanthe entered with two cups of water in disposable glasses, and stood across the table from Naleena. She set the two cups between them and took her seat.  ”They tell me there's something to this... ritual... what have you.  I can see the point a bit, I admit.”  She was humorless in her tone, and sat down across the table from Naleena.  No one else was in the room, and Xanthe looked into Naleena's eyes impassively.

 

She closed her files, made direct eye contact with Xanthe, and looked the two-way mirror behind Xanthe without emotion. “I hope you had the cameras and listening devices deactivated. I doubt anyone other than the two of us has the clearance to hear any of what we'll discuss. As for the two-way glass. I assume that's where your Serrice Guard is located.”

 

“My one Guard is making sure your human team member is properly taken care of, the other, yes, has informed me she is on her way to observe, though she is not here yet.  And, no, this conversation is not being recorded, because I am the authority on this case.  There is the Council above me and no other.  And the Council has left the investigation in my hands.”

Xanthe leaned forward and pushed one of the cups closer to Naleena.  ”This is the method, yes?  To offer you the water, and then ask my question:  What exactly was that firefight all about back there that I walked into when looking for you?  Care to impart any pertinent information regarding that to me before we get to the heart of the matter?”

 

Naleena sat back in her chair, pulled her cigarette case out, removed one and lit it with her gold lighter Zippo lighter. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, then looked the Asari Spectre directly. “Spectre to Spectre. The mercenaries who attacked the club were after the Krogan member of my team: Kadavar Vayne. They were Bloodpack. There is a blood feud between the Bloodpack and Vayne. Irina Sloane, the wounded human, a former Alliance Marine, is Vayne's Krannt. However, things don't really get interesting until we get to the Drell.

 

“He was contracted by a member of a rogue Salarian STG group to use the Bloodpack against my people to get to me. He tipped off the Bloodpack that Vayne was here on The Citadel and likely unarmed. Luckily his Krannt was not. The Bloodpack aren't sophisticated enough to shut down the C-sec Emergency band in an entire sector of The Citadel, let alone do anything other than be violent. But this Drell? Much like myself, he was a professional,” Naleena said, and took a drag on her cigarette. “He did not make his presence known until after I arrived.

 

“Their original plan was to take Vayne alive and force me to walk into a trap where I was to be assassinated by the Drell. How did I learn this? I melded with the Drell and ripped it from his mind before he died. You know how accurate Drell memories are: sights, smells, exact words,” Naleena pointed to her head. “They are all up here, now.”

 

She rolled the ashes off her cigarette into the ashtray on the table. “Councilor Valern warned me about this possibility when I became Spectre. This needs to be handled with discretion, and I cannot do it alone. I need someone trustworthy who knows their way around the Salarian government. Another Spectre. A Salarian. Sao? Or perhaps Jondum Bao?”

 

For a moment, Xanthe Remi was drawn in.  Then she pulled back and her eyes turned regrettably to the side as she said, “I do not know, but these are the kinds of problems that come with putting these kinds of people on your team.”  Xanthe's returned to look directly at Naleena. “It is time to get to the center of the issue.”

[Kel Riever]

....on the Medusa

"There you are," Morgan said as the little bird he'd grown fond of alighted on his shoulder.  He noticed something about it as it groomed itself. "You look like a cat that ate a mouse."

Morgan entered the bridge.  Dahlia looked like being in charge suited her a bit.  "The Captain will be around soon, I'm sure.  She's finished coming to terms with four new crew members."

As Dahlia's eyes rolled to Morgan curiously, he sighed, and nodded.  "Right, that's the three frails plus probably one other...you'll see."

Quick to note was that Marshall was back in the pilot's chair.  Morgan looked curiously at him.  "You've been pulling long shifts, Marshall?"

"It's to cover while the new pilot collaborates with Babe on flying, guns and everything in between.  Their at the lower aft cannon now putting everything in its proper place."

Morgan thought about it for a moment.  "I wouldn't be surprised if they come back with a list of things to get..."

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

"Morgan, couldn't we go down to the surface?" Dahlia asked. "There's over a billion people who live down there, and there's all kinds of things to do. The Citadel is just like we've been there how many times? They have things down there we can't get on The Citadel. We might not get back this way again. Do you want to have a look?"

[Kel Riever]

"The surface?  I'd say put it to the Captain...since technically we are supposed to rendezvous with a Spectre at the Citadel.  But if we do end up having to leave for the Citadel directly, then we can at least find someplace new to explore..."

"Uh, Morgan," Duncan called from the com station, "The doc is on the line for you?"

"Pardon me."  Morgan went over to Duncan and pushed the speaker for the com.  "This is Morgan."

"Jobe.  Just thought you'd like to know Dr. Nu is still sleeping like a baby, and will be for a while.  He's fine."

"Good."  Morgan pondered. "since he'll still be out by the time we get to Calleston..."

"Don't worry, arrangements have been made."

"Nice job, doc."

"Always a pleasure."

Morgan was still thinking about helm and gunnery after he disconnected with Jobe.  He asked Duncan the new pilot's name and used the com to call the lower aft gun turret.

~ ~ ~ ~

Babe was just getting excited at the prospect of what she was talking about with Yori when a voice came over the com speaker.  The com seemed partially busted, so there was a lot of white noise as it activated.  "Yori, Babe, this is Morgan, the first mate.  How are you two doing down there?"

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

"I Was thinking about one of the other domes, Morgan," Dahlia said. "There's probably a lot of stuff only available in Alliance Space in addition to some fun places to go. I might want to pick up an upgrade to my omni tool

[The Red Shadow]

"This is second lieutenant Yori Kamiyama" she did a salute to the speaker "things are going well, I will be forwarding schematics and a requisition list for approval Ma'am!"

[Kel Riever]

"That's a...sir...uh, ma'am...but please just call me Morgan.  Go ahead, I'll take a look at what you've got.  Schematics and requisition wise is what I mean.  Thanks."

That'd be that list.

"Maybe we should take a quick stop on Caleston after all, before we get under way. Even if it is just for a few hours....," Morgan said to Dahlia after getting off the com.  "I get the idea that Babe and Yori are going to come with us if we do."

Then Morgan remembered Doctor Nu who was knocked out and supposed to stay that way until the Medusa was long gone for the Citadel.  There were never any easy answers.

[The Red Shadow]

"As you say ma'am... I mean.. Miss Morgan" as the comm ended Yori sighed with relief and uses her omni tool to attach the schematic for the list to be approved and sent it along to Morgan

[sH0tgUn jUliA]

C-sec Interview Part 2 Kel & SJ

 

Xanthe Remi stared at the cup closest to her and casually pointed two fingers at it, before motioning with those fingers over her shoulder as she flared a very slight blue.  The cup went flying in the direction of her fingers, over her head, to splatter on the wall behind, splashing its wet contents on its hard surface.

“If you were lucky, when that space station was severed, you were thrown by the massive decompression against something hard, and you died instantly, having not even a second to experience the pain of the shattering of your body.”

With no flare at all, Remi then pushed her fingers forward to the glass that was left, that was closer to Naleena.  It tilted over towards Naleena, spilling its contents across the table until the water fell off the edge.

“But most people would have actually asphyxiated, whether cast into space or even if they were able to avoid the disasters of the mining laser and other shots taken at Omega.  I’ll pass on the obvious percentage killed by the incoming ordinance.  If you and I did this four thousand, one hundred thirty seven times with cups, one at a time, we’d be here for more than an hour at least.  But those people died in a number of minutes that I could count on the fingers of my hands. Four thousand one hundred thirty seven.”

Then, without warning, Remi stood and slammed her hand on the table.  “And that’s if I take the word of a liar!  Your number comes from where again?  I’m sorry, who again?  Right, the tyrant of Omega.  They don’t have an interest in keeping those number low at all, do they?  Can’t say it’s zero, can they now, or no one would believe them, would they?  So tell me exactly how am I supposed to believe this number versus what really looks like happened which is 30,000 people dying at your command!”

 

Naleena extinguished her cigarette, stood slowly, and did a slow clap. “Behold… Xanthe Remi: Supreme arbiter of right and wrong in the galaxy!” she said, walked away from the table, and turned to face Xanthe. “Did The Council tell you that I contacted them and forwarded all documents and data prior to the executing the plan? Did they tell you I asked them for help? Did they tell you that I asked them for an alternative? Do you know what they said? ‘Omega is in the Terminus. We can’t risk open war by sending any kind of support.’ They added that Spectres choose their own assignments and that if I didn’t want to make that kind of decision I should not have chosen that mission. In other words, I should have left those people to their fate.   

 

“I was on my own. I lives of over 7 million people hanging in the balance and the clock was running down quickly,” Naleena continued briefly turning to face the wall. Then she quickly spun around and pointed. “Seven million people, Xanthe! The Council wouldn’t lift a finger. So I made the call. I did what I had to do. 4000 lives were sacrificed to save millions.”

 

Naleena leaned forward and jammed her finger into the data pad. “You’ve seen the data. You know I’m right. If I hadn’t made that decision, all 7 million would have succumbed. And because of that decision, credits will flow into Omega from Eldfell-Ashland Energy, Elkoss Combine, Anotaria Industries, and Parthan Conglomerates to rebuild that station,” she said and stood tall. “Or would The Council rather have seen it fall into the hands of a bunch of indoctrinated slaves? You saw what happened to Duellos. I’m not talking about that Silaris Armor. I’m talking about the Drowned Aspire and what was unleashed by the Collectors deep inside their compound. Cleaning up a plague was the official story, but you and I know what really happened. Were you aboard the Nefrane for the Orbital bombardment?

 

“After it was over, when I contacted The Council and turned in my report, all they told me was that there would be an internal review,” Naleena said with disgust. “There was nothing. They didn’t even offer humanitarian aid.”

 

“You’re a fine officer and a fine Spectre, Xanthe. You deserve better,” Naleena said and pointed briefly toward the door. “Your place is out there with me, doing what Spectres do, making the galaxy a better place by doing the things that need to be done; keeping people safe doing the things no one wants to talk about; making the tough calls that no one else will make. You shouldn’t degrade yourself by doing this kind of work.”

 

Naleena waved her hand with dismissiveness. “I’ve had enough of this farce. I am walking out that door and no one is going to stop me. But before I do, out of professional courtesy to you, one Spectre to another, do you want to see what would have happened to the entire station had we not intervened like we did?”