★ █ ▌IMPERATOR

imperator (ɪmpəˈrɑːtɔː)a. A title of the commander-in-chief; the emperor b. A title of honor bestowed upon a victorious general

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Gives a soft headbump on the top of his head behind him when he's sitting at his desk. Non-stop purring begins.

AND he leans into the contact, digits splayed over datapads running numbers, listing names, a vigilance over the dead when he can offer no more to the living. She grounds him, the thrum in her throat warm and rich and it numbs the ache, for just this one moment.  For just this one instant, he reaches up behind him, grasping the curve of her arm above his head. 

          It says everything that words do not.  stay. 

[hannigraham]

Here are a compilation of recordings made in space, recorded by either NASA or SETI. I don’t know, I just really like space and the sounds can be soothing. I hope that you will agree. +more masterposts 

+listen Recordings Of Earth: Recorded by NASA. Jupiter sound waves: This is the sound Jupiter emits via electromagnetic waves. Wow! signal: The Wow! Signal is a signal of unknown origin found by SETI. The signal surpirsed the founder so much, he wrote WOW! right on the paper. Jupiter’s radio Waves: These sounds, recorded by the Cassini space probe, are recordings of the radio waves of Jupiter.  Saturn’s Radio Emissions: This audio was recorded by the Cassini spacecraft picked up in April of 2002. More Saturn’s Radio Emissions: This audio was recorded by the Cassini spacecraft picked up in April of 2002. Uranus: Voyager recording of Uranus. Mercury: These sounds were captured from an orbiting satellite from back in 1999 - 2001 I think. Pluto: Sounds of the lonely planet. Neptune: Recorded by Voyager II August 24-25, 1989. Saturn’s rings: Recorded by Voyager 2 on 25 August 1981. Sounds of the Sun: From the Solar Dynamics Observatory (SDO) which was launched February 11, 2010. Outside the Solar System: NASA’s Voyager 1 spacecraft captured these sounds of interstellar space. November 2012

+bonus The Sounds of Earth: The full five hours of the mixtape we sent out on both the Voyager probes. Voyager Photo Album: Images voyager took. USS Enterprise (NCC-1701-D): Engine hum for 24 hours.

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bonivich:

THE PRIMARCH 07.21.15

I drew this because I am in love with Primarch Victus and no one ever seems to draw what he might look like under all that armor. c’:

This quick sketch is also dedicated to imperatorvictus because they are the best at role-playing this beautiful turian. I hope you like this gift! ♥

See a larger version on my  deviantart.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[arteriius-blog]

woot woot, another one of these!

         alright, sappy warning. yep. you’ve all been warned.  so, been here for a little bit altogether (and I’m terribly sorry for disappearing—life is hectic on my end, and I really wish I could be here consistently–and able to consistently reply to threads, too), but I just want to remind you all that you are all joys to have on my dashboard. I’ve never seen so much talent gathered in one place, and it honestly makes me giddy when we have an opportunity to write together. this is an escape for everyone, basically, and it’s both very very funny and very very wonderful and wow. if i follow you? yep. i read everything you write, and enjoy it. you’ve all made me smile and laugh, whether it was from afar or right in my inbox. thank you. 

spectres; (;;people who are amazing)

tuurian, arielshepard, ledovna, amortean, anivara, philianecro, ofthenightwinds, claamor, xdeterminatum, epsilonsvessel, ofparagonheart, legionofsovereignty, destinedfordeath, indomitvble, cmdrglowstick

N7; (;; i look up to you)

kxndros, enigmaticancient, nsevven, tataraxx, singlasses, maskdad, metalsided, eerue, excerberus, lionford, xpraefortis, bioticbcss, arcanereconnaissance, infernalii, swordbcrn, maladieu, employviolence, scarlescent, hxdesdog, veilled, vindictivevirus, vaengess, kinginnuendo, abrideoffire, caedxs, donyokuu, etrouge, humanityshope, imperatorvictus, justiicarsamara      these are in no particular order, and know this; if i follow you, i really do love what you do. keep on keepin’ on. 

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[imperatorvictus-blog]

xVANGUARDTURIAN

     “Where did you run off to this time? Long distance missions are… tedious.”

    “All forward teams were downed, comms disrupted.  The system was in a stalemate.  Couldn’t get a word in or out but we held our own.  It’s good to be back.  More than words can say.” And he thrums, tridigits reaching for hers.

[imperatorvictus-blog]

xTALONKABALIM

     It should have been expected. something about his arrival and his demands

     “I have concerns,” of course. “To start, Omega fights its own wars. Whether or not I can convince them isn’t the problem. Here, the people have each other. They help themselves, hardly ever each other. That alone was hard to change, even on a small scale. The rest of the galaxy hardly crosses some of these people’s minds. It’s like it doesn’t exist.”

     “And,” her head bowed in the slightest. She found her secrecy to be bittersweet. Aria was once someone important to her, and now she hid under her very nose. It was what kept her, and anyone under her command, safe.  Whether or not Victus knew of history far more personal, broaching such was questionable. She kept it simple. “Aria… doesn’t know of my position here. I don’t know what she thinks, but seeing as I haven’t had her men appearing on my doorstep I can’t let that change.”

     She straightened again. The Talons, not Omega, knew her. That’s where she got respect. Outside of their organization she was an enigma. A nobody, unrecognizable to the public. She had no name and it was better that way. Too much attention from Aria and her soldiers would draw critical stares. Facelessness to the group’s leader, or even the population believing the last suddenly improved, meant they were all better off. “High Command or not, I have to keep my focus here.”

     “I understand.” He does not sigh, but a note of weariness enters the low rumble of his vocalization.  He had expected this.  That she was willing to give him an audience at all was something -- but something wouldn’t secure the alliance he had hoped for.  She was right, though, and as much as it pierced his fierce pride for the Hierarchy and the homeworld, Victus would not deny that Omega and its people were overlooked at best.  Or disdained. Or reviled.

   “I suppose it’d be too much to ask you to take command of a Cabal.  Under normal circumstances, we’d trust you and your people to distribute aid -- imunoboosters, medkits, omni-gel, provisions...” A shadow crossed the Primarch’s face, and he darkened. “But these are hardly normal circumstances.  All support is redirected towards official Hierarchy outposts or distributed to our allies.  We don’t have much to spare for regions not under our jurisdiction.  The rest of the Primarchy would have my hide for diverting resources to Omega, particularly since you’re not in immediate danger.” His mandibles clicked, frustrated.

  “And if Aria’s unaware of your dealings, any further inroads I make with you will damage relations between her and the Hierarchy in the near future. I don’t know your position with her but it hardly sounds friendly.  Spirits.  Is it too much to hope to extend a diplomatic invitation to her in conjunction with you and your Talons?”

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withbiotics​

OF ALL OF THE MISSIONS TO STREAM YOU PICK THE ONE WITH TARQUIN

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[enigmaticancient]

        No immediate reply had been expected, and the silence bothered him not, he gave the man time to read over the information, to take in what he had told him. The ancient stared and waited with great patience, aware of the fact that Adrien may be wary.  The possibility of him being an agent feeding false information under the guise of the awakened was too high. While Nalmaya had not seen it happen, nor heard of it happening, he would not put it past the Reapers to make the attempt. After all, they had once gone as far as turning the children of his species against their families.

       Though it may not be irrelevant, it is not Nalma’s current focus, so he thinks no longer, especially as Victus finally replies. A small nod is given in response to the first and second question, but the third was not something he could answer so simply. Uncertainty made itself comfortable within Nalmaya’s emotions and brought him to flick his wings back and then flutter them, made merely due to thoughtfulness.

     His silence lingers longer than a minute, but he tilts his head and glances off to the side momentarily, before looking at the turian again. “The reason for our awakening is to fight, Primarch. We wish to fight. We want vengeance. We want to see this war finally ended.”          Long, black talons tap against his sides, and a soft clicking noise emits from him, “… Though how we have our minds back… I do not know. In my partial awareness, I was sure that we would never be free of indoctrination. Indoctrination was final to us all. But now some of us are free.” His eyes soften, “.. But it is a bittersweet freedom for the majority, to wake only to be fighting the same war. They see no hope for an end, but they still fight.” Eyes widen slightly to mimic the raise of his brows, “There are few of us, but what matters is that we are helping you fight this old nemesis. One that we know well enough to be effective, even if that effectiveness is small in scale.”

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     With keen, discerning avian eyes, Victus watches the alien shift with eerie grace.  The thrusting head tilts in just such a way as to draw parallels to a sentient, insectile thing that studied him in turn with ancient eyes.  He found it deeply unsettling, but could not suppress his naked fascination.  Most of this war of interests rages internally -- only his mandibles, twitching slightly, might suggest his conflict.  He could no more control that than his autonomic nervous system. 

    In his long and decorated military career, he'd developed a reputation.  He took risks, but they had always been calculated.  He used unorthodox methods, but they had always been tactically sound.  He might have been accused of rashness, but one did not ascend the meritocracy with a professional history characterized by instability.  His reputation was overblown; hyperbole drawn from carefully constructed but unusual choices.  He never did anything thoughtlessly, and he never willingly endangered his people.

  He laced his long phalanges together, tucking them beneath the anterior median of his mandible, consumed with considerations which he projected far into the future.  He did not doubt the Prothean--the Collector's sincerity.  They had more cause to wish for justice than anyone. But Victus could not so casually dismiss the inherent dangers in letting the alien retain its agency, given all that it knew and could do.

   He could not say if someday they might turn -- if something in their internal coding, something hardwired would manifest in the thick of battle, or around a knot of civilians, and then Victus -- and all that had not put these awakened Collectors down -- would be complicit in abetting the deaths of the innocent.  Of letting the indoctrinated walk free.  It was not something he could deny, not even with the Collector's assurances. But Victus wanted to believe.  He wanted, for his sake, and for theirs, to have his own suspicions proved wrong.

   At last his mandibles clicked, voice grating, and he offered Nalmaya a terse nod. "You have the support of the Hierarchy.  You, more than anyone, deserve to see the Reapers put down.  It's not armies that win the war.  Armies are only as good as the soldiers, the people in them.  You've got the skills we need, and you've got the will to fight.  I'd be a fool to turn you away."

[isometricperspective]

[dolcexmare]

          “Sounds like you got some good taste.”           Seemed like it, both fashion and with that comeback:      personality and attitude. Amusingly enough, Gabrielle bites      his gesture - taking it as she picks up her glass, approaching      with caution to the Primarch. 

          “Red.” Taking his hand in a firm shake out of respect. Then sitting      across from as offered, placing her drink down. When Adrien      questions, she looks down at it and them back up to him. Eyes      matching in gaze. Hers, although - smirked brief.           “Whiskey. Cheap, but has a decent taste to get by.”

[imperatorvictus-blog]

      A small gesture and staff is flagged down, relayed with the good lady's request and sent off once more.  Thank the Spirits for human employees -- he was beginning to trip over his own fame in primarily turian establishments.  That meant nothing, of course.  He was not willing to dismiss the possibility that she was aware of his title, his clout.  But, for the moment, that was one suspicion he was willing to put aside.

     He eased his weight forward, hands laced casually together on the table.  "A woman after my own heart." He commended in a tone that, nevertheless, oozed zero intimacy.  He pressed forward, pushing on the neat, boxed-in walls of civility.  He might be a politician now, but he was not overfond of the great game.  He could practically envision the capital letters and quotation marks as if they were a tangible thing.

    As if to explain his own lack of alcohol, he gestured to the coffee, almost apologetically, "I feel compelled to finish this."  He didn't wait long after that, punching holes through politeness and skirting recklessly around the questions he really wanted to ask -- testing the waters of truth and purpose.  "I gather you're not a spacer, originally?"

         { Who are you.  Why are you here. }

   Not  something expected a truthful -- or wholly truthful -- answer to, but the lies chosen could give away just as much.  A part of him, a small part, wondered if he was wasting his time asking her over to his table.  It could be nothing.  Probably was nothing.  But the general had learned long ago to trust his instincts...and he had learned, also, what ignoring them could cost.

[toxic-vermillion-deactivated201]

Garrus Vakarian ‘ArchAngel’

[udina-deactivated20150810]

He didn’t need to hear anymore, he’s played this political game for too long. There was no room for understanding or disappointment, it got you no where in this world. He almost thought it was funny that the turian’s would ask for help but not give any in return, and they made themselves all about honor and respect. Couldn’t even keep their word.

"I’m not surprised. Shepard helps you to safety and what do we get in return? A pat on the back and a useless visit." The frustration in him seemed to always be at an all time high since the reapers decided to show up. He couldn’t exactly say where he stood with the turians at this moment and at any rate, he didn’t give a damn. Earth wasn’t going to get help from them.

But he knew better than to sever a political tie with an outburst of anger. He would just make sure Sparatus got an earful later. “I’m sure you and your people have some idea on what you’re going to next, and whether or not involves humanity, or Shepard specifically.”

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   He didn't rise to the prickly accusation, although it made him bristle.  Defenses were bitten off before they could be uttered-- your people came to me--and said nothing, standing ramrod straight and unapologetic in the face of the councilor's acrid vitriol.  A momentary flicker of sympathy touched the new Primarch's heart.  He knew all too well the burden of command.  While he might not ever like Udina, he felt, at least a little, that he  understood the man's position.

   "I wouldn't be here if we hadn't considered something to offer in return.  I'm sure you remember the Relay 314 Incident as well as I do, Councilor." His voice grated over the words, careful not to lace them with any inflection.  He spoke, in turian terms, of their interspecies conflict which humans so pointedly had named the First Contact War.  "I've put that behind me a long time ago.  What my people desperately need is aid -- as does yours.  We've agreed to call a summit on the Normandy.  I will speak for the Hierarchy, and Shepard for the Alliance.  We're petitioning the remaining Council races for aid, but I'm not particularly hopeful."

  His mandibles flicked with annoyance.  "I have a feeling that the asari and salarians will shore up their own defenses and leave both of us strung up.  That doesn't leave us many options."  He left the implication hanging.

[dolcexmare]

     Finally, she brings herself to make an expression in response to his troubled look. As if she had three heads to be exact. Typically with her being human, it was difficult to read alien expressions. Except for krogan - they were always angry. Turians, though? That was a challenge in itself she did not sign up for.

     If he recognized her, then he certainly did. She was at the point of unfazed if they saw a certain killer sitting at a cafe mingling-bar, enjoying a cup of whiskey. That was the best thing about the Citadel: You can buy alcohol almost every where you turn, blink.

     ”It would be a shame if you wore white. Never      gonna’ get that stain out if you did.”

He was hinting to draw her closer. So she stepped forward, more responsive than several words, letting her accent leak in her phrases, her tongue. 

[imperatorvictus-blog]

  His translator picked up the growing nuances of her speech--while he'd studied humans to no small extent, his knowledge base was limited indeed, and he knew too little of their regional variations to pick up on their dialects.  It was beyond his capacity to interpret such shades of linguistic indicators.  He suspected Earth, but could pin little confidence to that.

  "White's a little too virginal for my taste." He fired back dryly, not bothering to give his words an inflection of any kind.  He gestured to the chair across from him, eyes sharp and taking her in with a calm but appraising glance.  "Let's not kid ourselves.  I'm not the type.  Adrien." He offered, extending a tri-digit hand. "What's your poison?"

[mavicvirim]

His eyes widened. “Oh shi-. Er, was I supposed to address you by your title? I um, well, I don’t know it or I would have.”

Mavic smiled and held up the omnitool at his wrist. “If I’m not working I like to stay occupied. Usually with puzzles or other thought provoking games. I realize those two words strung together might be an oxymoron.”

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   His mandibles clicked -- perhaps a sign of mild amusement. "General will be fine." A gentle correction, but an unyielding one.

    A browplate quirked, intrigued. "Not at all.  I'm all in favor of thoughtful but diversionary occupations.  It may not surprise you if I note that I'm rather good at anything involving bluffs or countermeasures.  I play a mean game of cards."  He crossed his arms, getting comfortable with the idea.  "What, specifically, is your mastery?" A note of challenge, not unkindly.