Tela Vasir Armor

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Go to your armory and Vasir's armor should be there. (Optional) Customizing Armor Stats: As a baseline, I have set Vasir's armor to provide overall boosts to shields, ammo capacity, power damage and melee damage, and should be balanced overall alongside DLC armor. However if you wish, you can edit the armor stats to provide your own bonuses. Tela is armed with a M-15 Vindicator and will use Shockwave to dislodge you from cover while inflicting damage. She can summon reinforcements consisting of Rocket Drones and Shadow Broker Engineers. If you are too close when she comes out of a Charge, she.

A/N: Timeframe on this is about a year after Shepard's death.

  1. 227 points 2 years ago. Tela Vasir was an awesome character and phenomenal figure of insight into the greyer shades of Spectre business.
  2. Vasir grunted, flung backwards and into the case holding Derek's old armor. Legion followed this up with a shot to the head. With their Widow. Purple asari blood, shards of bone and blue skin painted the wall as Vasir slumped, eyes open and glassy as her body twitched in death.

Tela Vasir sighed as she disgustedly pulled off the front plate of her armor, wincing in pain from the bruises on her lower right side. She finished taking the armor plate off, dropping it on the thick carpeting of her Citadel apartment overlooking the Lower Concourse of the Presidium, and then managed to sit down before her legs gave out on her, sprawling back on a reclining sofa.

As she let the tension drain out of her, she aimlessly glanced around the apartment. Taking up most of the top floor of the extruded shelf of rooms that extended from the sloped walls of the Presidium, the dominating features were the wide armaglass windows that looked out onto the lower levels and the black marble wall that took up most of the living area, festooned with famous weapons of all kinds.

She flinched as she took in the shape of the warp sword at the center of the display – the weapon of her aunt Aethyta, Bloodwaves-Upon-Flesh, the only reminder she had of the woman who had literally raised her and cared for her.

The rest of the apartment was simplistic, if expensively furnished. No art adorned the walls. The kitchen was starkly functional, the bathing area's walls broken only by black shelves full of towels, and the sleeping area was a darkened alcove set into an armored niche and protected by dual kinetic barriers.

Vasir felt paranoia was simply judicious caution mocked by those too silly to understand the galaxy really was out to get you.

For long minutes she just lay there on the couch. It was difficult letting the stress, pain and frustration slowly leech out of her battered body, but with meditation she was able to so. She was very glad this mission strand was over.

After almost nine exhausting months, she'd hunted down and killed the vile owner of a slave ring that used batarian biotech to modify asari slaves into pleasure girls. Tracking him to the deep parts of the poorly explored edges of the Volian Traverse, she'd had to evade a number of assassins and most of a private army to even reach his base.

And, then, the sick bastard had blown up his entire slave compound rather than surrender, killing over two hundred young asari – some of them not even sixty years of age – and leaving hundreds more with blindness and horrific burns that would never regenerate, on top of mental and emotional damage.

The batarian himself, Vhelgok Nathri, didn't get far in his escape attempt this time, and she'd taken exquisite pleasure in using her biotics to rip sections of cartilage and tissues out of his body one at a time until he collapsed, a sack of leaking torn flesh that collapsed into a pile of blood on the ground.

The Council wasn't too happy with that, they wanted him taken alive for trial. Vasir didn't give a shit, the asshole had been getting his slaves from the Broker, and if that came to light it would start a large number of problems.

It was just one more thing in a long list of things that made Vasir seriously reconsider coming clean to someone about her part in Spectre Shepard's death. The fact that her made-up story of geth in the Traverse had probably led Shepard to her death was bad enough… and then the Broker ended up killing her cousin Liara, and Aethtya as well.

It had taken all of Vasir's willpower to not kill the Broker herself at that point. Shepard didn't deserve to die that way, in the horror she'd heard described. And certainly, Auntie Eth didn't, or Liara. It had broken her further than she already was, until some days she felt so disconnected from the why and how of living that she was little more than an automaton.

The VI in her rooms pinged. 'The bathing room is prepared. You have nineteen messages, none urgent or that bypass the filter.'

She grunted at the VI as she forced herself to stand, peeling off the rest of armor and tossing it carelessly about as she made her way to the bathing pool room, where she submerged her body in hot water and buried her face in her hands. She heard the nearly silent hum of the mechs that kept the apartment clean shuffling about, picking up the armor and beginning their repair and cleaning routine.

She envied the mechs in their clear understanding of their role and place.

Her life, all told, had been a series of unbroken waves on an icy, cold sea that bordered nothing but wastelands. She'd been a disappointment to her mother, who wanted yet another scholar instead of a wild, willful child – but Auntie Eth, when she had time, had delighted in her. There were times it seemed like only Auntie Eth cared about her, the rest were so wrapped up in business and what not.

House Vasir was once mighty, but had been humbled via bad business decisions and foolishly backing House T'Sael instead of House T'Armal during the Silent War, the hidden war of the Thirty scrambling for power in the wake of the fall of the Silent Queen. The loss of most of their holdings did not cripple their finances, but made them even more insular, cruel and perfectionist than other asari of the Thirty.

For a little girl who was more interested in smiles and history and watching the seashore, it was a brutal family to be born into, and more brutal to be different.

Her earliest memories of 'home' were of little comfort. She grew up on the cold, cruel slopes of Mount Asathien, the Skyneedle that Athame used to sew the cloak of the night sky. A hateful spike of icy rock, the city of Nathai was carved and hacked from the frost-rampant foothills into harsh, geometric shapes. No brown walls of comfort decorated the home of the Vasir, nothing but utterly smooth faces of polished granite towering six hundred feet into the air and over a hundred feet thick. Nothing had ever challenged the holdfast that was Nathai.

She was matched against her sisters and often failed, and was harshly belittled. She never understood then why everyone was so cold and hateful, or why when other Houses arrived she was shoved into back rooms and told to be silent.

When it became clear she was not suited to high finance or more scholarly pursuits, she was forcefully shoved into one of the Huntress Lodges near Serrice for a few months to pick up the basics of combat, then tossed into the Serrician Militia and forgotten.

Just as she didn't understand why her family (except Aethtya) was so cruel, she didn't know why they would toss her into the commoner militia back then – only later did she discover her ugly secret, that her mother's bondmate was not actually her aithntar. Rumors abounded about who it could be – lewd ones suggesting Aethtya herself, alone after Benezia's running off with a turian, could have done it with her own sister. Others suggested it was Vanhi T'Soni, now the favored child of the House.

Tela never found out, but it was clear that she was pureblood and unwelcome. It was kept very quiet of course – no one outside of the House would hear of it – but it cemented her outlook on life at the age of seventy, when on her birthing day only Auntie Eth – spending thousands of credits to travel halfway across the galaxy and taking a break from her mercenary company to see her – even bothered to come by and speak with her.

She never forgot Auntie Eth's words: 'They don't like you? Fuck 'em, kid. You be you. Never change, never bend, and never break. Either you'll convince them or you won't, but if you don't change you won't have to ask yourself if you have any value.'

Tela had kept that concept as her watchword. Back as a mere militia huntress, she'd been scorned by her family, idolized at a fearful distance by the commoners, and rapidly grew to believe that everyone used everyone else.

She decided she did not want to be used, and made sure not to 'bother' her family in the long years since they flung her to the militia. After Tela grew up and became famous, of course, the Vasir fucking tripped over themselves trying to ingrate into her graces, and so did everyone else.

She tolerated them, but was as cruel and cold to them as they had been to her. The rest of her life was an unending wreck, no matter how well things seemed to be going. She excelled as a Spectre, but her personal life was in ruins. The one time she thought she'd found a lover turned into disaster when Thexius tried to get her to use her Spectre connections to help a turian separatist band. He'd nearly killed her and she'd had to kill him in self-defense, and his last words were to spit blood in her face and claim that she was too cruel to be loved, and that if she had been worth his love he'd have never used her.

After that, she was done with romance.

The linkage to the Broker had originally been an accident, and after long centuries of maintaining it, she was beginning to regret it. The most recent Broker was far crueler and more dangerous than the others, and his agents – Tetrimus, Tazzik, and others of that ilk – were disgusting criminals who delighted in carnage and terror and fear.

And now, of course, she was left truly alone in the galaxy. Her family was sunk into business ventures with the T'Soni and had no time. Her own cousin, and her most beloved aunt, perhaps the only person in the galaxy she actually loved, were brutally murdered by the Broker's people. Her Spectre partners were dead.

Her anger at the Broker had driven her to accept very few commissions, which was now beginning to pinch her finances and independence. So, she ended up taking questionable missions like going after a sick fucking slaver and ended up with broken ribs, a pile of dead girls, and a headache.

She groaned, and then grimaced in anger as the comm-link rang. 'VI, I'm busy.'

'The call is from the Consort, who is on your do-not-filter list.'

Vasir rubbed her crests and grunted. 'Audio only, please.'

A few moments later, the voice of Sha'ira sounded into the wood-paneled bathing room. 'I was told by my acolytes you had returned, but that your spirit was low and flickering, Moonbeam.'

Tela Vasir

Vasir snorted, opening a bottle of crest gel and massaging it into the gaps in her crests. 'You could say that. The mission was a clusterfuck and a bunch of little kids got killed because I wasn't fast enough… and didn't stop to think the fucker I was chasing was sick enough.'

The soft voice was apologetic. 'I am sorry to disturb your no-doubt self-recriminating reverie, but should I assume you need to… deal with things?'

Vasir leaned her head back until her crests met the backrest, letting gel clear from the gaps, removing dirt and filth. '…I need to get really drunk, and forget everything.'

Sha'ira's voice tinged with worry. 'I know that on some level you do not think very much of me, but I would… do my best with my words to bring you peace, if that would help. And my meldists are the best in the galaxy.'

Vasir gave another snort. 'Sha'ira, for such a public person, you're very honest and open. The fact that I want to set the commoners on fucking Ilium on fire has nothing to do with you. And I'm sure your girls are just as trustworthy.' She grimaced. 'That being said, I think I need to stick to using the services of your non-asari. I have shit in my head I can't trust people with.'

Sha'ira's voice dropped an octave, sounding darker and harder suddenly. 'I understand… but I am not averse to the more… extreme options, if necessary. As much as I hate to admit it, there is a dancer and meldist in my current group who is working directly for P. I obtained the evidence this evening.'

There was a long pause. 'If you do not choose to indulge in her services, she's going to have an unfortunate accident in the next hour.'

Vasir's lips thinned into a self-disgusted smile. 'And people think you are so nice and fucking lovey.' She ducked her head under the water, washing away the gel, and then wiped her face with the soft cloth at one side of the tub. '…yeah. She may know something useful. Set her aside; don't tell her who I am. I'm presuming you want me to kill her when I'm done?'

Sha'ira's voice was once again soft. 'If it is not too much to ask. If you do not want to ruin your mood by killing, my own people can handle it.'

Vasir laughed. 'Yeah, set it up. I'll come drink with you and listen to you tell me why I shouldn't kill myself after I'm done.' She waved at the VI. 'End call.'

She let herself soak another few minutes before finally standing, and stepping out of the bathing pool. 'VI, outfit nine, with the ballistic panels and the concealed shock darts in the boots. Have it set out with the silver-gray shawl of Aethyta.'

The VI's voice murmured obedience as Vasir stared into the mirror, smiling bitterly at the reflection.

'How I wish you'd just die.'



The asari world ofIllium isn't exactly the kind of place you go to for a vacation. Dueto the high intensity heat on the surface, many of the colonies areestablished in arcology skyscrapers to make it livable, so good luckrelaxing and going to the beach. In fact, the planet's greatersignificance in the galaxy is as an entrepol between the lawlesschaos of the Terminus Systems and the Asari Republics. It's also aplace meant for asari elites, complete with palatial estates full ofluxury and some of the best surveillance around. Their prime commerceis either biotic-oriented pharmaceuticals, or information brokeringfor high-end corporate maneuvering.
And Jack and I wereshowing up to look for a needle in a haystack.
It didn't go well.
Despite my pull asthe head of a very young but ambitious weapons development company, Iwasn't given the time of day. Other information brokers had waitinglines going as far back as twenty years and you needed a form ofmembership with them. Some just flat out didn't like my bullheadedshort-term approach to business and saw me as a major financialliability. There was even one who threw in a barb that my choice ofbusiness dress was gaudy and uncoordinated. Ouch.
It was at a smallcafe where we were grabbing a drink where we caught a lucky break.
“Do these girlsever not think their shit doesn't smell?” Jack spat, nursing somegreen fizzling soda.
“What do youexpect? They think in terms of centuries and decades, not years andmonths. Playing the long game is their whole thing. Plus it makesthem more demanding of their clientele and staff.” I mentioned,taking small sips from a cup of some local soup. Tastes like anespecially peppery lobster bisque curiously enough.
“Oh yeah, sureI'll take the time aside to rack up fifteen different Masters degreesand get right to kissing your ass for money.” she rolled her eyes.A moment later though she drew her attention back to me. “I mean,no offense blue. You're not like these others. I-”
I waved my hand andgave a small smile, “Don't worry I know what you mean, Jack.” Shesmiled back and went back to her soft drink.
Now was myopportunity. I had to tell her the truth.
“Uhh Jack. Thereis something I have been meaning to tell you.” she turned to lookat me, her expression curious with a mix of cold defense. “Therehas been something about me that I think you need to know.” My lipsstarted to get dry. Dammit why is this getting so hard? Just tell heryou're some interdimensional visitor from another world already ripthe band-aid off! Tell the closest thing to a long-time friend thisbig bombshell that might fundamentally alter your relationshipforever.
“You have a crushon me. Yeah, I noticed, blue. You aren't exactly subtle about it andI told you already, not interested.” Jack replied.
“That's not thething!” I blurted out.
“I am actually-”
“Variza T'Som!”A third voice bellowed from across the cafe.
I turned towards thesource of the shout, scrunched up in anger. Who the hell had thespine to interrupt this conversation?

A dark green asariapparently. My frustration dissipated immediately. She quickly satdown at our table, her face noticeably giddy.
“I never thoughtI'd see you again and officially thank you for what you did back onFeros!” she said, holding out a hand to me.
“Oh right, theThorian. Shiala right?” I shook her hand lightly while trying tosmile through gritted teeth.
“Yeah. Thank thegoddess I bumped into you. ExoGeni has been making some interestingstrides in their research after that incident, half of which wouldn'thave been possible if you didn't save as many colonists as youcould.”
“Still makes myskin crawl that that giant thing was mind-controlling people andcranked out clones of you to defend itself.” Jack replied, rubbingher arms nervously.
“Speaking ofwhich, the uhhh,” I did a quick gesture pointing at Shiala's greenskin.
“Oh right,aftereffect of that plant monster messing with me. I'm...oddlypopular now because of it.” she mused, looking at her right handwistfully.
“So, what exactlyare you doing here now? Shouldn't you be busy with security orworking on some R&D project or something?” I asked.
“Well that's thething. I've been meaning to get in contact with Commander Shepardafter things winded down from the battle of the Citadel and haven'tbeen able to. I wanted a way to thank him and his crew for what theytried to do on Zhu's Hope, yet here are two members of his old crewright here.” Shiala explained.
Jack and I tradedlooks.
“Can you help usfind a certain information trafficker?”
Shiala's contacts atExoGeni paid off. Feron was currently living at a temporary penthousein Nos Astra, Illium's capital city. Made plenty of sense since theplace was full of surveillance to both cover his tracks and cribinformation for his employers. I made sure Jack violated somespeeding laws getting us there, we already lost a day or so gettingto Illium anyway.

After reaching thelanding pad and suiting up with armor and weapons ready, concealedand with safeties on of course, we were introduced to a prettygrizzly sight. The doors were torn off their hinges with blasterfire, several plate glass windows shattered. The only light sourcebeing the bright neon signs of nearby buildings and the occasionalshuttle lights casting dark shadows across the interior.
I turned to Jack.“I'll take point. This new armor design should be able to tank mostof what an infiltrator might have on him.”
“Your funeral,blue.” she quipped, readying her pistol and watching my six.
I stepped throughthe threshold and noticed something about the windows. No shards onthe floor; they were blown out from the inside. The living room wasclear.
I motioned to Jack,“Look for signs of a struggle.”
She moved up andstarted scanning the area. I slowly continued to what appeared to beFeron's bedroom. Sheets thrown off and personal belongings scatteredor broken. It was also where I saw a figure in the dark aggressivelyopening up a dresser drawer, desperately searching for somethingimportant.
“Don't move.” Ispoke firmly, readying my pistol and taking a firing stance. Thefigure froze.
“Back away fromthe dresser and head towards me. Slowly.” The figure slowlycomplied. Hands up; actions slow and deliberate.
She then turned onher heel and quickly drew a pistol from a hip holster and firedseveral rounds. My shields resisted them and my armor caught severalof the blows, all while I focused my pistol and disarmed my opponentwith a single pull of the trigger. Four bangs, four flashes of thebarrels, and the flying visage of the pistol through the air happenedwithin roughly two seconds. I knew there was a reason why I installedrecoil dampeners in the arm guards.
“Alright, gimmeone good reason why I shouldn't put one in your skull right now?” Idemanded, keeping my distance while focusing my gun on my would-beassailant's head.
The hotheadedwarrior stepped into the neon light. She was an asari. Purple-skinnedand wearing some pretty impressive dark blue armor.
“Asari captainTela Vasir, Council's Special Operations Tactics and Reconnaissance”she replied.
“Blue, we have abit of a problem.” Jack declared from a room adjacent.
“Oh I'm aware.”I muttered under my breath.
“I was sent hereto investigate a disturbance. Shots being fired, furniture thrownout, signs of a struggle.” Tela replied. “Something that you'reactively infringing upon.”
I smiled slightly.“So you were digging through Feron's unmentionables looking forevidence about a shooting?”
“Might have been alover's quarrel. Never rule out any possibility.” She repliedquickly.
“Seriously, blue,things just got complicated.” Jack projected again.
Yeah, it did.
“Well, at leastyou can kill two birds with one stone now, right Tela?” I replied,holding up my Omni-Tool.
Tela slowly smiled.
“Well, good toknow you still have some common sense after all, Miss T'Som.”
“Yeah...I do.”Then I shot Tela in the face, her body falling over in a crumpledpile.
Just in time forJack to show up looking utterly shocked.
“Variza, what thefuck!?” she yelled.
“You just killed aSpectre!” Another voice declared from nearby.
“She was theShadow Broker's contact and was looking for information on Feron.Clearly that means he was on to something. Trust me, I know what I'mtalking abo-” I stopped mid-sentence, the fact that there was nowthree people in the room finally registering.
I turned and sawLiara T'Soni, wearing a practical flexible white and blue suit ofarmor with long coat, holding a pistol to Jack's back.

“Goddess...you'remaking contact with the Shadow Broker as well?” Liara asked. “Wait,she was working for him? We were looking for Feron because he claimedto have a contact with a middleman for the Shadow Broker.”
“Check herOmni-Tool, chances are you'll find a blocked contact with the infoyou need.” I replied casually.
“Wait a minute...Variza?” Liara gasped in recognition, slowly releasing Jack fromcaptivity.
“Yeah, it's me.”I said as I removed Tela's Omni-Tool. I then tossed the Tool to Jack.
“See what you cando with it, I'm gonna keep searching for signs of Feron.” Igestured to her.
Jack gave me a quickthumbs-up and began to tinker. Which left me and Liara alone...near afresh corpse. It's weird how despite being in a new world in thesomewhat distant future I somehow manage to find new levels ofawkward situation.
“So...I guess theCrucible Project is coming along nicely?” I asked while searchingbetween couch cushions.

Tela Vasir Armory

“Technically it'sa joint venture between the Alliance, the Turian Navy andrepresentatives of the Quarian Flotilla Fleet, I'm just on hand asconsultant. I've been actually trying to negotiate with some of thewealthy asari elite to assist in the funding of the project. TheHephaestus Initiative was just a stopgap after all if you knowanything about quantitative easing.” She rattled off in a clinicaltone.
“Wait, isn't thatbasically an economic nuclear button?” I replied to her laststatement, looking back in surprise. She didn't seem to get it. “Youknow...basically make galactic credits worthless?”
“Well, the Councilwas so swayed by what you and Shepard pulled off at the Citadel theywere willing to deal with something that devastating after they dealtwith the Reapers.”
“Oh...wellthat's...practical of them.” I managed to choke out.
“Alright I got abig question.” Jack finally interjected, thank you you beautifullytactless tough girl, “how come I'm the one trying to crack aSpectre's Omni-Tool when there are literally two centuries-old bluewomen with way more experience than me sitting right here!?” Shebarked.
“Good point, Jack.Variza, you get to work on the Tool, the two of us will search therest of Feron's place. Should be a pretty basic code break if she wasplanning on getting in contact with the Broker.” Liara mentioned.Jack chucked the Tool at me with a grin on her face.
“Yeah smart assget to it.” she added.
Tela Vasir Armor
“Yeah...justa...simple code break...” I muttered under my breath looking at theglowing orange tool of floating icons, bits of plastic, and nothingeven remotely looking like a simple DOS screen.


The next fiveminutes were beyond annoying. Tapping, swiping, poking and proddingall to no avail, all while Jack and Liara poured over Feron'spenthouse. Then I got a terrible idea as I caught a glimpse of my ownOmni-Tool in my peripheral vision.
I can't figure outhow to crack Tela's Omni-Tool and dig into her contact info on theBroker, but I can rip off the tracker on my own Tool and goad theBroker into calling the Tool himself. Assuming that the trackerwasn't also keeping tabs on me and the others, which I am slow tobelieve since we haven't been utterly swarmed by his personal deathsquad the minute I put down Tela, it would be the perfect way to atleast narrow down or even play personal psychology with the Brokerand get information.
But it would alsodoom my company to his agenda and leave me with nothing before theReapers show up. It was another longshot of a Hail Mary.
And it's the bestidea I got.
“I think I mighthave cracked this guys, anything on your end?” I called out, myeyes darting back and forth between the Tools.
“Yeah, we found avid chit hidden behind the monitor. Labeled as “Contingency,” soI think that's worth a watch.” Jack replied.
I took a deepbreath. “Alright...I got a way to get some info, but you're notgonna like it.” I activated a keyboard app on Tela's Tool andadjusted the audio settings to my armor.
And with a thoughtof biotic power I crushed the tracker on my own Tool to scrap.
Within ten seconds,Tela's Omni-Tool sprang to life, the Shadow Broker's modulated growlcoming from the speaker.
“Tela Vasir, itappears that Miss T'Som has chosen poorly. Send your forces toeliminate her immediately and bring her Omni-Tool to my base. I havealready begun acquiring her company.”
I put up a hand tosilence Liara and Jack and began typing into the Tool.
She is in theroom with me, I'll handle it. Which rendezvous point should I use?
“Myoutpost on Hagalaz. I shall forward you our new coordinates for youto dock safely through the storm. I expect you soon.”
Thenthe Tool went silent.
“Liara,planet Hagalaz ring any bells to you?” I replied, cutting off theaudio feedback.
“It'sa garden world in the Sowlio system I think.” Liara mentions.
“Good,some coordinates are gonna pop up soon, copy them and we gotourselves a destination.” I said with a smile, tossing her theorange glowing device.
“Alright,”Liara commented with a skeptical eyebrow raised. There was a briefmoment of silence, “And what about the red alert message saying“Dead Switch Activated, Kill on Sight?”

Ididn't even have time to declare “oh shit” before the bullets androckets started flying.