Illium. She should have been ecstatic to be back, but the Reapers had done a number on the once tall, sleek buildings of the asari planet. Now, workers of all races milled outside the broken edifices, hurrying to fix what was broken. Yes, the Reapers had been destroyed, but at what cost? A high cost indeed, she thought. A tap on her shoulder had her turning to face a male turian. He wore no helmet, displaying his bluish-gray skin and deep red facial markings. "Commander? Lieutenant Caldis uploaded the information on the target, as you asked." "Thank you, Pallick," she answered, poking at the omni-tool on her arm. "Tell the engineers to keep the ship ready to leave at a moment's notice. I don't want to linger here." The turian nodded and she went back to her window. They were closer to the planet now, reaching what few docking bays still remained. There was no one to direct them to a specific dock for the ship. Everyone was busy rebuilding. And to think, Thessia was only worse than Illium... "No, not now," she whispered to herself, feeling the ship lurch to a stop. She had been geared up and prepared long before they'd reached Illium, but now that she was here, nervousness sidled through her system. It wasn't the first run she'd been on, but this one was more important to her superiors. The thought made her poke at the omni-tool again, bringing up what information her lieutenant had sent. "Jerome Parrish... scientist and doctor, hm... ex-Cerberus." The Alliance had been quite clear on what to do with ex-Cerberus agents, but they wanted this particular Cerberus doctor alive for some reason. And it was her job to find out why. Exiting her room, the Commander padded down the hall and descended down the short stairs to her command center. There, she found someone waiting for her. "Commander T'Ralim," the quarian said with a slight bow of her head. She was dressed in a black enviro-suit as many of her fellow quarians did, but hers was trussed up with navy straps and linings on her hood. As the sneaky type of quarian that she was, Nia'Kahn liked to keep her suit unassuming, but fashionable in a way. "Nia," she replied, "I take it you need something? You wouldn't stand here otherwise." "Yes, I thought I might ask to be taken along for this mission. I've been along for the others, and I don't believe this should be an exception," Nia stated, matter-of-fact tone never wavering. "I see no reason to deny you, though be cautious. I know quarians are slowly becoming accepted again, but there's no need to upset what little commerce Illium may have going again." Nia nodded and darted off to prepare herself to leave the ship. The Commander herself wasted no time in informing the rest of her crew about the situation, though she neglected to mention the ex-Cerberus part. There wasn't any reason to ruffle up the crew. Only she and Nia departed from the ship. Bringing more crew members, as trained as they were, had the potential to startle her target into running, which was never smart against a biotic... or a sniper. "Commander, what are we looking for exactly?" Nia inquired as they walked. What few people milled about in what was possibly a business heavy area stared the quarian down, but the Commander had no doubt she was glaring back. "A scientist. Previously Cerberus." "I suppose that's why we're searching then, yes?" "Correct. What the Alliance wants from him is only partially my concern, but we should focus on finding him first, or coming here will have been for nothing. Be on your guard. Expect that he's ready to leave at the blink of an eye," she answered, allowing Nia to wander off and vanish. The quarian was always better off bending the rules, even if that meant using a cloaking device in the middle of the barely-working asari market. The Commander asked around, but no one had heard of a Jerome Parrish, or they simply weren't willing to talk. Their time was already full with rebuilding what was lost, and she was interrupting that. Every now and then, she saw a flash of black behind blue asari skin, confirming that Nia was still following her lead. But that lead was slowly going nowhere. Stifling a sigh, she continued on, getting deeper and deeper into the ruins of Illium's shady undergrounds. The Reapers had blasted much of the surface, but the undergrounds had survived. Unfortunately. The cheap deals, the stolen goods, the rocky trades... Illium could have done without the parasite, but there it stood. Any planet with major commerce had some kind of underbelly, but that didn't make it any easier to think about. All she had to do was think about finding her target, and that was it. She could worry about purging Illium of its black market another time.