Evidence pointing at the perpetrators.

"Look at this," Miranda began. Under her omni-tool's light, minute scratches in the ground appeared, as well as trace amounts of black paint.

"This paint is identical to the kind used in various N7 armors." Miranda explained. Continued scanning revealed a trail of scratches, leading away from the rubble to a more cleared area.

"Judging by these, there wasn't much of a struggle." Bailey noted, looking at the shallow scratches along the floor. "Not a good sign for your boyfriend."

Miranda might have reprimanded Bailey for referring to her personal life if not for the discovery she'd just made.

"Shepard's trail ends here." Miranda noted. "I'm picking up two seperate paint samples. One from Shepard's armor, the other..."

"Bloody hell!" Miranda cursed, as her analysis on the second paint sample struck out. Of course, she was only using the official Alliance database which, given humanity's limited time on the galactic stage, was notoriously lacking.

"Let me get that." Bailey chimed in, finally making himself useful. Running the yellow scraping against C-Sec's records, he had a bit more luck.

"The Eclipse." He intoned, rubbing his jaw. "That's not good."

"What would a mercenary outfit want with Commander Shepard?" Miranda wondered. During their mission to stop the Collectors, she and Shepard had taken out more than their fair share of Eclipse contractors, but that was just business. None of the big firms took that sort of thing personally.

"Hell if I know." Bailey admitted. "But I may know where you can get some answers. Ever since the Reapers got taken out, there've been a lot of mercs on this station. The Eclipse like to frequent a scuzzy little spot on the Wards called Chora's Den. Last I knew, it was run by a guy named Harkin. Ex-C-Sec, a real piece of shit. He might know where the Eclipse are taking Shepard."

"Thank you for your help, Commander." Miranda said. "Maybe I'll pay Chora's Den a visit."

"I take it this means the Alliance are taking over this investigation?" Bailey asked.

"Of course." Miranda smiled, confidently strutting off.

-

Shepard's head swum. He'd been pumped full of medi-gel and what felt like a powerful sedative as soon as the asari had hauled him aboard. Even with his cybernetic augmentations, he had to struggle to stay conscious, and could no more resist his kidnappers than when he was pinned under rubble.

Still, at least they were doing something to salve his injuries.

Through blurry eyes, the Commander took stock of his surroundings. It was still just the three of them, aboard a mid-size military grade shuttle. The older, purple-skinned asari was busy piloting, while the younger, cyan-skinned girl tended, or toyed with, him.

His ruined hardsuit had been cut from his body with the girl's omni-blade, and carelessly discarded. The baby-faced asari had cuffed him to his seat, naked as the day he was born.

After seeing to his more serious injuries, her hands had begun to wander. First across his face and broad chest, before, of course, finding his cock.

Despite, or because of his **** state, it didn't take long for Shepard to grow erect in her hand.

The young asari shrieked with laughter, giving him a few more pumps.

"He likes me Nys, I think he likes me!" She giggled as she continued to jerk the Commander off.

"That's enough of that, Athame. And use my code-name!" The older asari barked, looking over her shoulder at the ongoing spectacle.

"Ugh, why Tevura? We're gonna use him, anyway! Might as well get some practice in!" She laughed.

"Y'know, I've never been with a human before." the mischevious maiden told the drowsy Commander. "Good to know you've got bigger cocks than the Drell."

"That may just be me." Shepard muttered, incorrigable, even through the haze of the sedative.

"Give him another sedative, Athame." Tevura commanded. "If he's awake enough to crack wise, who knows what else he's capable of."

Sighing, the asari merc obliged her Commander. With even more sedative coursing through his bloodstream, Shepard quickly felt himself losing consciousness.

As he slumped down in his seat, eyes drooping closed, the last thing he saw was Athame planting a kiss on the drooling head of his cock.

"To be continued." She playfully smiled.