The AmaterasuInitiating Encryption Program: AvalonHello all, BlackBox here once again.Let me tell you all about my "boat".This originally was a personal cruiser, that mom and I....appropriated....from the Asari High Council. I forget which member we took it from.......I think it was Matriarch Kiria......Kirana......something like that. Anyways, I took a shine to the thing....it was just so beautiful, so mom let me keep it. First things first though, we had to get it altered so the Asari wouldn't come looking for her. Thankfully my aunt knew some people who specialized in such things. She blended the Asari design and tech with a mixture of Alliance and Cerberus ones, turning the once simple, elegant cruiser into a state-of-the-art stealth ship, sleek in its design, but truly a work of art. Mom gave it to me on my twenty-first birthday, and together we gave this beauty a name.......The Amaterasu.Problem was.....people in our line of work can't afford to have a crew,
ANN News Bulletin: Trouble in ParadiseFrom: Alliance News Network Information PartnersBy Veronica Taylor (Excerpt from her regular column "Citadel Nightlife")Scores of musical fans face disappointment as news of the "Siren's Song" concert's cancellation begins to spread across the Presidium. Amidst the rumors of Alliance soldiers attempting to arrest the Siren of the Citadel, Artemis Lawson, has her fans protesting outside the Alliance Embassies. Admiral Williams refused to comment. Witnesses saw her, alongside a young redhead making their way towards the docking bays, and getting onto a Turian cruiser. Artemis Lawson, for those of you living under a rock for the past year, is the new singing sensation that hit the Citadel, immediately drawing massive crowds even for the smallest events. The idea that she had anything to do with the recent explosion in the Commons is simply ludicrous. Turns out that the soldiers were there for someone else, the daughter of the great Com-
Path Among Stars: Chapter 2 - Pride and BalanceShe returns outside to the same long line of species waiting to get inside the club and cautiously looks about her. Throughout her short career of being a bounty hunter for sixty-three years, she knows when she is being followed. She absentmindedly dusts off her hands of the invisible filth of Omega and beings to walk through the dimly lit alleyways. Perched from the beams, the drell watches intently as she makes her way down to the market place. With all the grace of a jungle cat, he leaps from beam to beam, always sure to keep her in sight.Lennata slowed her pace and glanced over her shoulder; a Vorcha hissed and disappeared at her sight. Her intention though was not to view the Vorcha but rather to analyze her surroundings, and with a quick decision, picked up her pace and darted into an adjacent alleyway before her. The change in direction only phased the drell for a split second before he increased his speed to match, making his way from platform to platform. The hunt