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At long last… Samara had to admit, there were times over the centuries where she’d thought about giving up on the hunt. But she didn’t become an Asari Justicar because she was willing to quit when the going got tough. She didn’t stay on her wayward killer daughter’s trail all these centuries because it was fun… she did it because it was her duty.
 
Still, to think that they’d finally managed to track Morinth down. Omega was a lawless space station, the perfect place for someone like Morinth to play her fatal little games, but fortunately Samara’s newest ally was able to get them certain considerations with the ruler of Omega, one Aria T’Loak.
 
Looking back over her shoulder, Samara can’t help but smile at the sight of her two allies at her back. Commander Jane Shepard, the first Human Spectre, and Tali Zorah, a Quarian Engineer of no small skill.
 
As they walk down the hall, Samara dips her head in Shepard’s direction.
 
“Thank you again for this, Shepard. I understand what you’re giving up by going out of your way like this for me. Know that it won’t soon be forgotten.”
 
The red-haired human smiles and nods back.
 
“It’s not problem, Samara. We humans have a saying. The only requirement for Evil to triumph is for Good to do nothing. Having bigger fish to fry doesn’t mean we ignore all of the littler fish. Your daughter has done a lot of damage… if we can put a stop to it, its our duty to do so.”
 
Indeed. That was what Samara liked about the Commander. She was a professional soldier but she didn’t let orders stop her from doing what was righteous. It was probably what made her such a good Spectre… she had an independent streak just as big as Samara’s.
 
Finally, they arrive outside of the door. Samara checks her weapons, even as Shepard does the same. From what they’ve been told, Morinth has to be behind this door… she hasn’t left the apartment in a week now. Why, Samara doesn’t know… and part of her thinks she’ll just wind up disappointed again and somehow Morinth will have slipped the net once more.
 
But for the time being, she allows herself to hope. And if she really thinks that Morinth is in the apartment beyond… Samara turns to Shepard and Tali, the latter of whom has already started hacking the door open for them.
 
“Commander, Tali… do be careful in there. Morinth will try to twist your thoughts. She cannot be reasoned with, but if she thinks for even a second you will let your guard down, she will try and use that. We must be firm, stalwart, and unbending even in the face of her wiles.”
 
Shepard has a rather cute, determined look on her face while Tali just nods. A moment later, the Quarian speaks up.
 
“I’m ready.”
 
Both Samara and Shepard level their weapons at the door and once the Commander gives the signal, Tali finishes opening the apartment door. Immediately, Justicar and Spectre rush in, side by side, ready to face whatever awaits them.
 
… Or so Samara had believed. She stops dead in her tracks mere feet into the apartment, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping open. Her weapon stays up for a moment, but mostly because at first she thinks she’s witnessing the aftermath of a massacre. It’s only as the truth dawns on her that even her gun drops to point at the floor, barely held by a loose, objectively shocked gasp.
 
At first glance, it looks like Morinth has gone on a killing spree. One might understand why the Ardat-Yakshi has not left her room in a week… she had all the meals she could ever need right here, somehow. There have to be at least a dozen Asari of differing hues of blues and purples sprawled out across the room.
 
But what initially looks like a slaughter… turns out to just be a completely normal orgy. The naked, cum-covered chests of the Asari all rise and fall, showing that while not all of them are conscious, every single one of them is still alive.
 
One might think that meant Morinth HAD pulled another fast one on her mother… but no. Morinth herself is also present, laid out on a chair completely naked and entirely unconscious. It looks like she’s been taking part in all the fun but how is that possible? Her ‘enjoying’ the delights of any of the women in this room should have led to their deaths.
 
The answer to Samara’s confusion may or may not be related to the last but perhaps greatest oddity in the apartment. The only two people active in the orgy at this point. One is an alien creature that Samara has never seen before and can’t even begin to identify. Red skinned with a strangely rotund body and head, he has too-large arms and hands to go with his stout figure.
 
Those arms and hands are currently engaged in lifting and holding aloft his latest in what seems to be a string of lovers. However, the female that he’s currently bouncing up and down on his cock as she squeals and shrieks at the top of her lungs while climaxing explosively over and over again on his cock… is not an Asari. No, in fact, she’s the most shocking part of all of this.
 
Even more shocking than the dozen fucked silly Asari sprawled across the room. Even more surprising than them all still being alive in the presence of her predator of a daughter. Even more baffling than the unknown alien creature currently slamming her down on his massive, throbbing red mast.
 
Because… the female is an unsuited Quarian. And she seems to be doing just fine despite having completely discarded her life-securing suit.
 
“… keelah…”
 
Tali’s reaction is shared by both Samara and Shepard, truth be told. All three of them exchange looks, no one quite sure what to do in this situation. What the hell was happening?!
 
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“Speak to me doctor. What the hell happened here?”
 
Samara stands back with Tali by her side as Shepard puts Mordin Solus to the question. The Salarian Scientist has had several hours now to run his tests and look over the results. In the end, despite their shock and confusion, reason and logic had prevailed. Morinth had been taken into custody and was even now in the Normandy’s brig awaiting trial for her crimes. Samara knew deep down that the likely punishment would be death, but that would still be for the courts to decide.
 
Meanwhile, they’d brought back the strange red alien male as well as the Quarian to their ship, specifically to the medical bay where Mordin could study them both and find out what the hell was going on. Samara had initially been tempted to have them bring back the dozen Asari in the apartment as well but had ultimately agreed with Shepard when the human had made it clear that likely wouldn’t fly. Not only did they not have enough space for that many people but taking over a dozen ‘captives’ would almost certainly rile up Omega in some way.
 
This would have to do. Between Morinth, the red alien, and the Quarian, they had to have enough for the Salarian Scientist to work with… right?
 
“Its fascinating. Truly fascinating. I must thank you Shepard… these past few hours have been incredibly illuminating in a number of ways.”
 
Samara and Tali share a look at that. That was… a good thing, right?
 
“I’m happy for you Mordin, I really am. But let’s try to stay on track. What exactly happened back there? What’s going on with Samara’s daughter and what’s going on with the Quarian?”
 
Finally, Mordin seems to register Samara and Tali’s presence as more than just ‘Shepard’s usual tagalongs’. Both of them have a vested interest in what’s going on here. Samara because her daughter should not have been able to have sex with all of those lovers without killing them, and Tali because the Quarian should not have been able to go suitless without risking torturous sickness followed swiftly by death. And yet… and yet.
 
“Ah yes, of course. Well, in both cases, the root cause can be traced back to Subject Red and his ejaculate.”
 
The Commander’s brow rises at that.
 
“Excuse me? Are you talking about his cum?”
 
Nodding, Mordin hums as he looks over the data on his Omnitool.
 
“Indeed. Preliminary testing has revealed that Subject Red’s ejaculate has supercharged the immune system of the Quarian Subject so that she is no longer confined to a suit like most of her race. Whether this is a permanent change or not must be tested further. However, in the case of the Asari Subject, we gain potential clarity… seeing as she is no longer an Ardat-Yakshi.”
 
Samara’s eyes widen and she can’t help stepping forward.
 
“Excuse me? Explain yourself!”
 
Shepard places a hand on Samara’s shoulder, but it’s to give her a comforting squeeze rather than to make her step back. The Justicar appreciates the human’s support, even as Mordin looks between them, blinking for a moment.
 
“Well, once again this is all just based on preliminary testing… but from what I can tell, Subject Red’s semen has managed to completely cure the genetic defect that made the Asari Subject into an Ardat-Yakshi in the first place. Liberal use of his ejaculate has not just suppressed this trait or provided temporary protection from it, but somehow completely removed it from her system. The Asari Subject is therefore just that now… a completely normal Asari.”
 
Looking back to his Omni-tool, the Salarian Scientist continues as if he didn’t just drop the biggest bombshell he could on all of them.
 
“As such, it stands to reason that the effect of Subject Red’s semen on the Quarian Subject is also permanent. I cannot confirm this, however. If I had more test data maybe, but such things would be… unethical.”
 
At some point during all of this, Tali has moved to stand at Samara’s other side opposite of Commander Shepard. The Asari Justicar understands why… this is big. Huge, even. Perhaps the hugest thing to happen to their two species in centuries.
 
For Tali, she’s just found out that there exists an alien species with seed capable of boosting their immune systems to the point where they no longer have to wear their suits… it would be a game changer, at least for the females of the Quarian Race. What the males would do… will, they might just have to do what needed to be done, Samara couldn’t speak on all of that.
 
However, for Samara… she’d just found out that there was a potential cure for the genetic anomaly that was Ardat-Yakshi, a long black mark on the Asari Race’s otherwise impeccable record. Every single Ardat-Yakshi could be cured with this… if it could be proven to work.
 
And that was big because while Samara didn’t believe for a second that Morinth could be saved from her fate… Morinth had sisters and Samara had daughters. Two more to be exact, both of whom had also been born Ardat-Yakshi. Unlike Morinth, Samara’s other daughters had remained in the monastery and avoided killing. With this, they could be cured and be able to live out the rest of their lives as normal Asari.
 
In that moment, Samara and Tali lock eyes. One might think they would find themselves at odds, both wanting to exploit this natural resource for their own people. But while there might come a time where they would have to compete, right now they were unified over just how important it was that more of the red alien’s seed be extracted. No matter what it took.

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