Liara stood by the CIC as the SSV Normandy roared undetected across the surface of Nala, a hot rocky world with an atmosphere of Oxygen, Nitrogen and Methane claimed by the batarians though only settled by a few hodge-podge groups of mercs. They, or rather Shepard, were in pursuit of the leader of one of these groups, he had recently sold a large shipment of weapons, including what were suspected to be medium yield tactical nukes, to a turian Resistance cell. The atmosphere in the command centre was thick; tense, not helped by the strange effect of the blue lighting against the shimmering glow of the Galaxy Map. If they didn’t make it to Shepard in time he would be pissed. He didn’t like waiting around for pickup on his own without the mako and with half a company mercs on his tail. She’d