Your surprise is matched only by my own.

Main OCs: Silas Kyriakos | Merikh | Anastasia Kyriakos | Amelia Nieves Mass Effect | Closed Roleplay | aka: RogueScarlett Wallpaper of Silas is done by theangrybee / heterochromiaturian Note: Do not police me on how I roleplay, write or grammars. Thanks.

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[[ Might come back on here but my mindset are filled with ‘idk if they want to roleplay with me again’, so maybe dump some oc headcanons or whatever come to my mind here. ]]

[musingsofmyhexrt]

The world around me is lost in misery The only good I’ve got in my life is  (  y o u  )

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[[ tfw wanting to do headcanons for main ocs or explore into 'what if Silas is a Spectre' idea and headcanons but idk... ]]

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A new path...

[niviousv]

The security check marked them for clearance and  light flooded through the security doors as it shifted to the side with a hiss. The massive chamber room had a domed shape and archs of old Prothean architechture above. Arranged like a smaller courtroom, one single stretch of a curved table and chairs stood some steps infront of a slightly raised podium with three separate seats each behind another curved, massive desk. Only one of the seats were occupied, the one on the left. Councilor Sparatus has his fringe tipped forward while reading Nivious’s report, leaning back with crossed legs. He didn’t look up to greet them, yet. A massive, dark navy blue banner of the Council emblem hung behind the turian Councilor and seemed to sway slightly by a  faint draft in the room. The two turian guards closest to the gate noted the groups arrival with a slight turn of their heads, then resumed to stand on guard with their rifles tucked to their chests.  “I apologize on behalf of Councilors Valern and Tevos, they will join us shortly.” Sparatus said, his voice its usual sharp and raised slightly in volume. He set the datapad down and stood up to greet the group, but walked down from the podium first. Standing slightly taller than an average turian of imeprial blood and with a perfectly straightened back and his claws interlocked behind it, he eyed his agents and first gave Zylar a nod. “Agent Modalius,” then Nivious “Agent Valephion.” Sparatus’ sharp, green eyes looked directly down at the young woman. His claws remained behind his back, but he gave her a small nod. “Miss Kyriakos. I apologize if I mispronounce your name. I haven’t had as much time to study your peoples standardized languages as I would’ve liked.” Nivious smiled and had straightened his posture as well. Sparatus was at least in a good mood today, that was a positive. 

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The redhead let out a quiet sigh of relief; the scans did not detect anything unusual from her, or her drone’s, and it set her mind at ease tossing the worries aside. Once further inside, Anya gape in awe seeing upon the interior. It was something very much different than she originally predicted. Never did she expect the architechture to be this beautiful. Merikh, on the other hand, impressed with the interior and never expected to see Old Prothean architechture after so long ago. He held back his commentary without sparking suspicions to anyone but Anya. He couldn’t risk exposing his identity; deciding to express his thoughts privately later. Archon’s words still lingers like an echo. Anything relating to the Prothean saddened the drone. Anya steps closer beside the two Spectres and bows her head politely with a warm smile. Sparatus is rather intimidating in appearance, and his tone were professional and polite. And, holy shit, she feels like a dwarf compared to the turian’s heights. Why would she grow nervous in front of the Councillor? “Hola, Councillor.” Anya’s voice were heavy on her accent, and she hoped the Councillor understood her, “It’s ok if you misprounce my name, I totally understand. Call me Anya if it helps?”

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A new path...

[niviousv]

“Trust me, Councilor Sparatus is like a cuddly pet compared to your father. No disrespect.” Nivious chuckled as they walked. “You’re used to stiff, old turians, I’m sure. He’s a progressive man, however! Much to the ire of the Primarchs at times. I’ve never gotten a long too well with Valern, myself. Probably because salarians are impervious to my charm. Well, most of them.” Nivious hummed as he spoke while the group walked up the several flights of stairs to meet in the council chambers, away from the public for this small, private interview. Better that way, as Nivious had figured, to not put more pressure on the young woman than necessary. Not that he told the Councilors that, of course.

“Tevos is a diplomat at heart. She spearheaded some of the legendary among our numbers, yours truly included. You’ll like her, I’m sure!” Nivious added with an obvious warmth and affection for the asari councilor that he reported to most of the time.

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The inside of the Council chambers were impressive and huge; it were nothing like how she envisioned it to be nor from the holorecordings on Shepard’s Spectre Induction. There’s no time to stay and appreciate the sceney; she followed Nivious and Zylar away from the public sector and into a more, quiet office space. “None taken. I know what you’re implying here.” the redhead gives a small smile, nausea creepying at the back of her throat, “I‘ll be honest here; I’m afraid the Councillors do intimidate me in a way similiar to professors. Nothing like I’ve seen of my father’s wrath. I’m not sure what Councillor Valern nor Counillor Tevos would expect of me.” She realises she was babbling nervously. The meeting starting to test her. What if she’s really not what they expect? “Dios mios, I am so unprepared for this occassion.”

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“I myself prefer Sparatus,” Zylar muttered. “Straightforward, to the point, sensible. No need for all that formality or subterfuge.”

Even as he spoke he grew quieter. Despite his size and his sometimes brash behavior, he too held his own silent awe of the place, full of blossoming trees and high level officials about their business on the ground floor and the upraised hallways flanking them.

Again Anya began to hesitate, and Zylar flashed another smile and a soft chuckle. “Professors, at least, are there to help you learn. But as for the Council, they’re simply expecting you. Nothing more, nothing less. Show them who you are. The rest will come to you as it all goes along.”

[niviousv]

“But the formality and subterfuge and the masks we all wear is just part of this high stakes dance at the grand ball, Starbird!” Nivious chuckled as he did an elegant spin and bow at the hip, mid-stride. He headed toward the private chamber gates and waved his omnitool before the scanner. “But Sparatus’s bluntness has its charm, no doubt. I just think he’d make better decisions for his people if he relaxed more in his spare time, if he ever allows himself such a thing.” He looked over his shoulder to Anya with a wry smile as they were let into the private chambers.

“Worry not. You’ll be fine. I’m sure they’ll be very interested to hear more about Merikh as well, anything to favor the edge of Council agents against outside threats is a positive.”

Nivious lead the group through a wide corridor full of busy traffic from Council staff and a few Spectre agents. Nivious greeted several staff members and gave polite nods to his fellow agents. One asari shot him a dark glare before resuming her duties.

“I see Hima isn’t over our friendly race to bring in the new assets from Invictus. Asari don’t know how to handle colonial turian politics, and she’ll make a terrible matriarch with that explosive temper. Nearly had my head lopped off by her sword for merely suggesting it.” Nivious snickered as he walked and held one final door open for Anya and Zylar, leading them into a small separate space for security scanning before they’d be let inside to meet the Council.

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The further they’re walking inside the depths of the Council Chambers, the redhead was distracted by the new surroundings and unfamiliar faces of agents, working nonstop, as she followd both Spectres into leading toward the private chambers. Anya stops in track, her body flinch, upon seeing the scanning area; her mind drift with worrying thoughts on the unknown substance implants on her body; the drone was quick to detect her distress and sent hushed whispers to her ears. She shook her head assuring herself that’s all will be fine and hoping scanner detect nothing from her body. There are questions swarming her mind about the origin of the technology without thinking too much reflecting back to the attack months ago. With a deep breath, she steps forward into the scan field with the Spectres behind her. “Humph! I hardly doubt I have anything promising for the Councillor alone.” Merikh spoke up, appearing before their eyes, “You think he’ll be impressed by my habit of yelling ‘PINEAPPLES’ anytime hostiles incoming? Probably not.”

[xmusiings]

I’m not hurt, I’m broken, but I called to say I’m fine

[perditus-musings]

                I can be the subject of your dreams                                    ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴄᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ

[onceuponamusing]

I DON’T WANT TO BE  ＇Ｓ Ｔ Ｒ Ｏ Ｎ Ｇ ＇               IF THAT MEANS PREYING ON THE ‘ ᴡ ᴇ ᴀ ᴋ. ’

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               and everyone i love                             has slipped through                                          my fingers like sand

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A new path...

[niviousv]

“Trust me, Councilor Sparatus is like a cuddly pet compared to your father. No disrespect.” Nivious chuckled as they walked. “You’re used to stiff, old turians, I’m sure. He’s a progressive man, however! Much to the ire of the Primarchs at times. I’ve never gotten a long too well with Valern, myself. Probably because salarians are impervious to my charm. Well, most of them.” Nivious hummed as he spoke while the group walked up the several flights of stairs to meet in the council chambers, away from the public for this small, private interview. Better that way, as Nivious had figured, to not put more pressure on the young woman than necessary. Not that he told the Councilors that, of course.

“Tevos is a diplomat at heart. She spearheaded some of the legendary among our numbers, yours truly included. You’ll like her, I’m sure!” Nivious added with an obvious warmth and affection for the asari councilor that he reported to most of the time.

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The inside of the Council chambers were impressive and huge; it were nothing like how she envisioned it to be nor from the holorecordings on Shepard’s Spectre Induction. There’s no time to stay and appreciate the sceney; she followed Nivious and Zylar away from the public sector and into a more, quiet office space. “None taken. I know what you’re implying here.” the redhead gives a small smile, nausea creepying at the back of her throat, “I‘ll be honest here; I’m afraid the Councillors do intimidate me in a way similiar to professors. Nothing like I’ve seen of my father’s wrath. I’m not sure what Councillor Valern nor Counillor Tevos would expect of me.” She realises she was babbling nervously. The meeting starting to test her. What if she’s really not what they expect? “Dios mios, I am so unprepared for this occassion.”

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A new path...

Side arc for Anastasia and Merikh in World Without Law. Sets post-Omega. — The journey from Omega to the Citadel had been exhausting after a tense mission with Aeos’ crew and run-ins with the Disciples; first impression from her abilities and assistance sparks the interest from certain Spectre agents. The next thing she knew, they talked to her privately with an annoucement that her name were put forward to Spectre candidates. The news left her both shocked and speechless; never did she expect it all coming. She kept quiet about this for a few hours since the return to the Citadel and part ways from the crews. The drone urges her to hurry home for quick shower and change of clothes; she remembered she’s due for meeting appointment with the Councillor arranged by Nivious recently. Knowing there’s barely any time to reunite her family; she did as what Merikh advise her, to grab a shower, which she dearly miss the hot water, and make herself look more presentable with change of clothes with a vain attempt to hide the cybernetic implants. Nausea swelling at the back of her throat threatening to puke as anxiety strikes upon her, fretting about the meeting with the Councillor, of all people. The walk from the apartment to the Presidium were relaxing, if not feeling like hours had pass, the scent of air and the views of the lake were a sight for sore eyes sets a nicer change of pace than the doom and gloom Omega’s atmosphere. She stops within the park with hestiation as her eyes roams over to the Citadel Council’s embassies on the outside with anxiety mounting as her cybernetics burning hotly and the drone assures her calmly and took several breaths. What if she’s not what they expect? What if she lets them down?

[thelightanditsshadow]

“Red?” Zylar asked.

The journey back was a silent one, but not without much to do and to think about. After leaving Omega, Zylar took Deether to one of the dreadnoughts in the Modalius private fleets, and he hoped the mechanic might find the transition more suitable than his life in the Terminus. Soon after he had to think of what to do with Anastasia.

It was clear to him that her biotics were as powerful as any commandos he had worked with, certainly on par with the Spectres. It was also clear to him that Aeos was ill-suited towards mentoring her. He was too cold and unforgiving, and if not for his shadowy partner, he would have let everything fall apart. For all of the shadow operative’s capability, he seemed remarkably paralyzed when encountering threats to his closest relationships. He cared enough about Anastasia that he would not let her pay for Aeos’s mistake. With both of those thoughts in mind, he put forward her name for consideration in the Spectres.

It was not an easy life, but if she could be a diplomat like Telos or Nivious, she would be spared the seedier elements of life, and help her father on the Citadel, and it was safer for her than anything Aeos could provide. He stood and looked down to her, nodding once to make his confidence in her known.

“They’re waiting for you in the Senate chambers,” he said to her gently.

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“There you two are!” Nivious announced himself as he almost cascaded down the flight of stairs with every sign of their last mission wiped from his pristine self. The Spectre came dressed in what people only would read as a rich, influential politician and not an agent of peacekeeping. He greeted both of them with a wry smile under perfectly applied markings.

“Come along, Councilor Valern is pressed for time.” He hummed and offered a claw to help Anya up.

The readings of her biotics made the meters on his Omni-tool spike, feeding the data to the agent through a hidden device behind his fringe.

“How are you, Anastasia? I’m sorry I’ve been too busy to heck in on you since we arrived, I had to tend to my hand and general miserable condition before it grew much worse.”

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The presense of two Spectres, and their voices calling for her attention, were enough to startle the life out of the redhead from her dazed state. Did they snuck up behind her when she’s not looking? Or was she not paying attention to her tracking awareness within deep thoughts? Her nerves were getting the best of her on this day marking a change in her future ahead of her. It all seems daunting, she admits. Luckily, for the redhead, she didn’t let out a startled scream from a jump. “... Hi.” Anya smile at both of them, refreshing to see familiar faces she previously befriended back on Omega, “Um, I... hope I’m not late.” Then her focus shift down to the black and white formal attire, wondering whether she’s dressed appropriately for the meeting, “I hope this is not too much.” "You are fine, Little Anya.” she heard her drone sigh to her and appears beside her, “Try to relax?” Anya nods and mumbles apologetically; accepting Nivious’ claw and waits for the two Spectre to guide her inside. “I’m fine; it’s.... a lot to progress all of this, you know?” Anya admits with a honest tone, shifting her gaze to the two Spectres.

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A new path...

Side arc for Anastasia and Merikh in World Without Law. Sets post-Omega. --- The journey from Omega to the Citadel had been exhausting after a tense mission with Aeos’ crew and run-ins with the Disciples; first impression from her abilities and assistance sparks the interest from certain Spectre agents. The next thing she knew, they talked to her privately with an annoucement that her name were put forward to Spectre candidates. The news left her both shocked and speechless; never did she expect it all coming. She kept quiet about this for a few hours since the return to the Citadel and part ways from the crews. The drone urges her to hurry home for quick shower and change of clothes; she remembered she’s due for meeting appointment with the Councillor arranged by Nivious recently. Knowing there’s barely any time to reunite her family; she did as what Merikh advise her, to grab a shower, which she dearly miss the hot water, and make herself look more presentable with change of clothes with a vain attempt to hide the cybernetic implants. Nausea swelling at the back of her throat threatening to puke as anxiety strikes upon her, fretting about the meeting with the Councillor, of all people. The walk from the apartment to the Presidium were relaxing, if not feeling like hours had pass, the scent of air and the views of the lake were a sight for sore eyes sets a nicer change of pace than the doom and gloom Omega’s atmosphere. She stops within the park with hestiation as her eyes roams over to the Citadel Council’s embassies on the outside with anxiety mounting as her cybernetics burning hotly and the drone assures her calmly and took several breaths. What if she’s not what they expect? What if she lets them down?

[xern-polito]

World Without Law: Crescendo

[xern-polito]

“Go talk to Xern.” Karrahan commanded as she slunk out on the ledge and watched the three thugs vanish off across the nearest bridge. She trained her scope on the new human below, then to Xern who was still laying down as the massive mech lumbered toward him. Her heart froze momentarily, getting ready to shoot it if it was hostile, but when it kneeled to help the turian up on his feet she held off.

“Huh.” She mumbled and slowly walked toward the ramp, keeping her eye on the shot up ledges around then that Azure had picked his targets off from. She spotted the red haired young woman on the other side of the windy chasm and waved to her and the big Spectre that followed behind.

Xern, meanwhile took a moment to marvel at his functioning creation and held around the big fist that had helped him up. His face beamed with pride while staring into the golden lights above.

“You did good. Very good. I’m very proud.” He said to the mech and gave its massive slabs of crimson and pitch plates an affectionate pat down. “Not too shabby for some military dropout, heh…”

Xern then pushed himself off the supportive arm of the mech to hobble over to the groaning, panting body of Crentius. He kneeled and administered medi gel to the immediate fatal wounds the mech had given the older turian. Crentius stared back, with a glassy gaze and blank expression. His one augmented eye had dislodged and blackened, giving him only one left to look at Xern with.

“You deserve to die.” Xern said, quietly. “But I’m not going to kill you. I can’t. I’m not like you. I realize this might go on if I let you live, any of you…but maybe you’ll remember that I didn’t kill you when I could’ve. Maybe you’ll change…it’s not my burden anymore and you’re not going to force me anymore. Good bye, Crentius.”

Xern rose up and walked back to the gunship raising his Omni-tool as he neared the opened engine hatch. The great mech lumbered after Xern, turning its back as well to the wounded turian that shuffled himself up against the wall, watching Xern and his allies closely while fishing up the gun the mechanic had dropped next to him, and aimed it from the hip at Xern’s head.

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Anya glance to face the Maxam addressing to her; she took few steady inhales to catch her breath back. The praises were nothing new, she heard it over and over from her tutor during biotic classes as her instinct were capable to handle her own biotics within dire situations like this. “Thanks…” Anya manage to say, biting back on her tongue to hold back remarks being called ‘kid’, and nods slightly, “I guess I’m out of practice…” Once they arrived at their destination, the elevator alerts with a ping, Anya was the first step out of the elevator, with Zylar beside, surveying the area for hostiles and danger before halting to a frozen stance seeing upon the turian and the mech, growing increasingly concern for Xern. She hasn’t took any notice of Crentius as her attention drawn to the scene unfold before her eyes. “Holy fuck… would you look at the size of that mech?” Merikh commented through Anya’s ears, inspecting the mech’s design in awe, “This is problematic.”

[thelightanditsshadow]

“Nothing a little field experience can fix,” Zylar remarked with a chuckle.

When they stepped out of the elevator, the maxam looked at the object of Merikh’s attention. It was unlike anything he had seen, terrifying, and yet having a stature that seemed almost regal, despite it’s humble origins. It seemed to be his new bodyguard; but then, why would he have needed the gunship?

Aeos looked to Xern, transfixed. He said nothing, and walked over to the young turian, before he whirled around at the sound of a gunshot.

Azure stood with his weapon drawn, and sparks fizzled out from Crentius’s disabled firearm. “You’re lucky I respect your sparer’s decision,” he remarked to the turian. “Had I decided you were not worth the risk, I would have put my marksmanship to hit that tiny brain of yours.”

Aeos ran over to his lieutenant, who regarded him with crossed arms and what the spy knew to be a wry smile behind his tinted helmet.

“And so the good Captain arrives at last. You’re lucky I pick up after you, and was there to save you and your…interest. I hope you can make yourself worth his time.”

Aeos said nothing and looked away.

[xern-polito]

The mech swung around to immediately guard its maker, and Xern ducked down as the gun went off, hurriedly checking the gunship to make sure it wasnt hit.  “Scum…” Karrahan stashed her rifle on her back and made a beeline toward Crentius, snatching the thug up from the ground by the lining of his armor’s undersuit. He groaned in anguish as he was banged against the wall by the woman who was both bigger and stronger, and what little stimulant she had left in her system she used to beat even more pain into him.  “Now, I too will respect that he’s willing to spare your vile self, but I’m just gonna say this; better call your pets to come fetch you because I will come for you and I will make you hurt. So make sure you start running soon as you’re able, I’m gonna enjoy hunting you across the station.”  With that, Karrahan tossed him aside to let him get taken away by his cohorts. She lingered to keep a close watch as the dying man and his thugs. Xern looked around, bewildered by the sudden chaos and the people that had arrived all around them. He heard Anya and Zylar above, closing in on their location. He stared at Aeos’s back as he was turned to talk to Azure. The sleep deprivation started to get to him and his eyes became foggy as he turned back to take apart the unstable drive core of the gunship. He felt so ashamed over the gathering having come all this way, risked so much just to get to him. Xern pulled up his hood and tried to think of what to say to them all while he worked, but he truthfully had no idea how to even begin. His claws trembled while they clumsily pulled apart the engine, cable by cable and finally pulled out the thin-framed drive core and set it aside next to the ship. Xern started feeling sick the more he worked, falling deeper into the dark thoughts of what he had almost just done. Would he have been able to? Did he really want to end it all? The realization that things had indeed gotten so bad, made him so desperate and miserable made his breaths heavy and uneven while he tried to just focus on work. 

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Anya ignored everyone else but fixated her eyes upon Xern briefly. She came all this way to reach out and support him in a time of need. She didn’t spoke much to Zylar since departing from the elevator, barely hearing the drone’s awestruck ramblings towards the mech with fascination within his voice. Her first instinct was to go over and check on Xern while everyone else occupied in conversations or surveying the scene. She climbs down to the lower level, taking a glance over to Crentius with cautiouss looks, readying her biotics for worst-case scenarios, then rushing over to Xern’s side with a concerned smile, reaching a hand out to tap his shoulder for his attention carefully. “Xern?” her soft, tender whisper calling out to him, “Estas bien, mi amigo? You had me worried.”

[xern-polito]

World Without Law: Crescendo

[xern-polito]

“Go talk to Xern.” Karrahan commanded as she slunk out on the ledge and watched the three thugs vanish off across the nearest bridge. She trained her scope on the new human below, then to Xern who was still laying down as the massive mech lumbered toward him. Her heart froze momentarily, getting ready to shoot it if it was hostile, but when it kneeled to help the turian up on his feet she held off.

“Huh.” She mumbled and slowly walked toward the ramp, keeping her eye on the shot up ledges around then that Azure had picked his targets off from. She spotted the red haired young woman on the other side of the windy chasm and waved to her and the big Spectre that followed behind.

Xern, meanwhile took a moment to marvel at his functioning creation and held around the big fist that had helped him up. His face beamed with pride while staring into the golden lights above.

“You did good. Very good. I’m very proud.” He said to the mech and gave its massive slabs of crimson and pitch plates an affectionate pat down. “Not too shabby for some military dropout, heh…”

Xern then pushed himself off the supportive arm of the mech to hobble over to the groaning, panting body of Crentius. He kneeled and administered medi gel to the immediate fatal wounds the mech had given the older turian. Crentius stared back, with a glassy gaze and blank expression. His one augmented eye had dislodged and blackened, giving him only one left to look at Xern with.

“You deserve to die.” Xern said, quietly. “But I’m not going to kill you. I can’t. I’m not like you. I realize this might go on if I let you live, any of you…but maybe you’ll remember that I didn’t kill you when I could’ve. Maybe you’ll change…it’s not my burden anymore and you’re not going to force me anymore. Good bye, Crentius.”

Xern rose up and walked back to the gunship raising his Omni-tool as he neared the opened engine hatch. The great mech lumbered after Xern, turning its back as well to the wounded turian that shuffled himself up against the wall, watching Xern and his allies closely while fishing up the gun the mechanic had dropped next to him, and aimed it from the hip at Xern’s head.

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Anya glance to face the Maxam addressing to her; she took few steady inhales to catch her breath back. The praises were nothing new, she heard it over and over from her tutor during biotic classes as her instinct were capable to handle her own biotics within dire situations like this. “Thanks...” Anya manage to say, biting back on her tongue to hold back remarks being called ‘kid’, and nods slightly, “I guess I’m out of practice...” Once they arrived at their destination, the elevator alerts with a ping, Anya was the first step out of the elevator, with Zylar beside, surveying the area for hostiles and danger before halting to a frozen stance seeing upon the turian and the mech, growing increasingly concern for Xern. She hasn’t took any notice of Crentius as her attention drawn to the scene unfold before her eyes. “Holy fuck... would you look at the size of that mech?” Merikh commented through Anya’s ears, inspecting the mech’s design in awe, “This is problematic.”

[xern-polito]

World Without Law: Crescendo

[xern-polito]

“Nothing essential except that Young Polito’s plans need to be stopped.” Nivious called back to Aeos before he vanished to head back to the ship with Deether in tow to watch his back.

Karrahan, still weakened by Aeos’s antidote ran as fast as she could without her body succumbing to fatigue. Her movements were measured and her scouter fed her what information she needed to proceed.

“They’re not used to an operation like this, just because some of these young fools are former Hierarchy soldiers doesn’t mean they know shit about military operations.” She commented to Aeos as she heard his light steps catch up with her, quickly. “Like shooting fish in a barrel, eh? Or so I’ve heard the expression go from other humans at least.” She said with a snicker. She held a fist up to signal her sudden halt and then gave Aeos three claws up as she counted the Disciples ahead of them.

***

The turians behind the mech returned some fire briefly before they suddenly dispersed in a chaotic scramble and exchanged heated words with eachother. The mech collapsed and slid off the gates to the industrial elevator that had some to a halt. It cycled though the floors twice before jerking itself back to function and lifted the two passengers safely up to the loft of Omega.

***

“Kheza-mas…ka let mo veeso.” Xern breathed out his executive code order to the mech and rolled over, almost vomiting from the intense, raw pain that lingered from the biotic reave. He looked up at his giant construction and made contact with the brilliant golden lights that gleamed inside the armored head.

“Don’t kill…not your purpose. Only protect.” He uttered with a voice that was barely audible. Blood stained his face and neck both from his nose and mouth, having bitten through his tongue and several blood vessels had been ruptured in his lungs.

That drained life force of Xern’s had in turn sustained Crentius an inch from certain death under the massive fists of the mech. The cult leader laid panting and gurgling in his own pool of blood and crushed internal organs, a sight enough to make the young, poorly organized turians on the ledges actually listen to the human’s warning. Some of them left, some just slid into hiding. Most of them radioed in to HQ to inform their enraged Empress of what had transpired in the dome of Omega.

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The chaos died down momentarily and the movement within the elevator vibrates the occupants safety to their destination. The biotic field falters and the redhead steps back to lean against the elevator’s wall as her breathing became labored with several pants to calm down from her adrenaline rush, cursing in her Spanish tongue. Anya had to admit--it felt so good--to put her abilities and biotic to a good cause against her opponents threatening her life. Her eyes drawn from the doors to then to the sign lights above as she waits anxiously as the elevtor reaches to the loft.

[shewhomuses]

                                             I tell myself I’m doing fine.                                         There’s no vacation in my mind.                                             I got no space I can unwind.                                         Tʜᴇʀᴇ·s ɴᴏ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ.

[xern-polito]

World Without Law: Crescendo

[xern-polito]

Karrahan stuck to the shadows in the back, picking off two reinforcements as they hurried clumsily up the stairs. She shook her head while loading a new thermal clip into her Incisor. Not like young turians to act this irrationally, all too wide-eyed and erratic. Whatever that devil of a gang leader was feeding them, it was as effective as upsetting to behold.

“Hold!” Nivious shot an arm out to stop Deether from spraying the familiar silhouette of Aeos full of bullets. “Friendly.”

The remaining attackers that Nivious and his escort struggled against had quickly been mowed down by Aeos, and the Spectre greeted the human with a raised claw. Deether remained frozen in place and still gripped his pistol firmly while panting in hard, focused breaths. The young TURIAN was clearly used to both the violence and act of defending himself with lethal force, but not in a way that didn’t affect or disturb him deeply. His augmented pupils had shrunk to pins that darted anxiously from door to door, between watching Aeos, closely.

“Just in time. I got my hand mangled back there. Anastasia is with Zylar but I don’t know their status at the moment. This is Deether Machinus. He’s located Xern for us and I recommend haste.” Nivious briefly caught the human up to speed, swiping the location on the Omega map over from his omni-tool to Aeos.

***

Thundering, dense impacts of a walking mech approaching the gate shook the room in its foundations. Minutes later, a massive claw punched through the gate and tore it clean off the hinges, followed by a second robotic arm that smashed through the overhead and reached for Anastasia and Zylar within.

***

Xern remained locked in his deadly struggle with the elder turian who was despite age still on par with him in size and strength. The torment of Crentius’s biotics rendered him weaker and sicker until a blue-glowing fist impacted with his chest, crushing ribs and knocking the air clean out of his lungs. Xern rolled away, curled up and limp from the beating. He scurried to try and get back up on his feet when claws gripped around his fringe and dragged him away toward the sky-walk.

“Cretin…weak and useless. Always squirming and begging…I’ll make sure your mother…father…brother, all know that you died like a whimpering coward, and I’m sure they will too. The last thing they’ll feel will be my breath on their face when I carve them all up just like you.” Cren murmured quietly with a cold, flat voice. He wrangled Xern down, kicking and punching his victim into fatigued submission before lining his neck with a cable, tethering the end to the nearest beam that held the sky-walk together.

Xern flailed to try to twist himself around while also fighting to engage Pris to help him. His programming sequence only came up unresponsive, each time he tried and he knew he’d ultimately fall to the biotic force of his enemy.

“Pris! Help!” He tried in one last desperate plea, kicking to get away from the edge he was being dragged to with a cable wired around his neck to a certain execution.

“Human - provide cover. We must assist Xernius.”

While Azure picked off the targets that focused their fire on him a towering mech stepped up next to him. The remaining armor plating was thick, painted white and each seam and tubing glowed brightly with a teal light. Most of the distinguishing features had been destroyed but the unit was undeniably of Geth origin. It raised its massive pulse rifle and sprinted forward to the sky-walk to rescue Xern.

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Before the redhead had a chance to speak, the drone vanish from her view as the thundering noises sent the human in full alerted stance and her eyes drawn over to the claws and a shock shriek; the impact sent her stumbling back and slams her back hard against the elevator wall. Her biotic shield flares up coaxing around her body from harm’s way; her fingers trembles violently, mind screaming at her to arm herself with the pistol but her body remains dumbstruck. — A static ping echoing through Nivious’ channel and the drone’s cheery voce reporting within the midst of a major problem both Zylar and Anya face. “Top of the morning, tally chaps! How are you all doing? Reporting from ‘fuck-knows-where-in-this-pisshole’.” Merikh beams before clearing his throat, “I bring some good news, bad news and uglier news. The good news, we managed to locate Mister Polito, YAY. The bad news, the Disciple leader had caught up to Mister Polito; I trust you have a plan to save our friend. And, the UGLIER NEWS–WE’RE GONNA DIE AS USUAL. YAY.. Agent Valephion, I want you to know that it’s been a honour working with you. Mister Maru, please do remember me for all the things you’ve put up with my humour in the last few years.TA-TA FOR NOW.” The channel line ended with heavy, loud statics, it’s unknown whether Nivious nor Aeos to be able reconnect with Merikh or Anya during their troubled run-ins.

[thelightanditsshadow]

“Drone, shut up!” Zylar snapped at the floating skull. All the while his gaze was forward-facing and brought the stock of his Revenant to his shoulder, and concentrating a spray of bullets through the narrow target it presented. “Help us take this mech out! Anya, tear it apart with your biotics!”

***

Though he did not directly stare at the new turian, Aeos’s gaze seemed to keep him well in-view, as if he could keep tabs on the monochrome turian simply by keeping him in his peripherals.

“Thanks for keeping an eye out for me. Karrahan’s close behind, we can make a straight shot to Xern. Azure should be with him, and we can put an end to this business, swiftly.”

Having said this, Aeos turned to fully address the other turian. “Deether Machinus. Aeos Maru. The name is all you need to know. Hope that it stays that way.”

***

“Online. Defensive protocols engaged.”

Azure indulged in a brief glance and saw the massive giant that suddenly appeared beside him. It looked unlike any design that he had previously seen, both majestic and mighty. For a moment, his face paled, but then he remembered the battle, and Pris’s plea. 

In a swift sleight of hand, Azure ejected his spent thermal clips behind cover, and then returned fire in a sweep of his arms to suppress the enemy from trying to shift their attack to their newest belligerent. His shields flickered as the bullets smashed against it, and he disappeared once again to seek new cover and to keep the enemy on their toes.

[xern-polito]

Deether made a brief, strange but knowing face as the human introduced himself. So that was Aeos? From Xern’s telling he expected someone large and scary, this one he looked like he could break in half. Deether blinked and looked from Aeos to Nivious.  “Uh huh. Whatever. Just get me out of here alive and I’ll call you Aria is you want, human.” “Go on without me.” Nivious gestured, holding up his mangled hand for emphasis. “I’ll go guard the ship.” “Hurry.” Karrahan interrupted briefly while sliding past the group in a sprint. “Or we’ll have to reclaim a dead body, at best.” *** Xern managed to twist and spin himself around in a wild, panicked fury and fished up one of the knives in his pocket to stab himself free of Crentius’s grip. Crentius in turn tore himself free with a hiss and backhanded his captive hard enough for Xern to spit blod. Crentius tugged on the snare around Xern’s neck and made the other turian topple over with both claws dug in under the wire to keep from strangling. Crentius pulled him farther and farther away from the blitz of the firefight and away from anyone to come to Xern’s aid while he did away with him for good, but not before getting him to beg for his pathetic life. The recent injection started to wear off and the crushing pain behind the fringe reminded itself with flickers of blue light before his eyes, but Crentius pushed on in his determination to execute the betrayer. It was only the clapping thunder of giant, mechanical steps upon him that made him lose the focus of blind rage. 

A massive, three-digit hand clamped around his chest and lifted him several feet above the ground before slamming him back down. The giant mech had made it across the sky-walk full of bulletholes and damaged systems, most of thei already self-repairing. Pris had her processes full with trying to meld with the power of the new program that Xern had unleashed into this frame, all against her advice. He was confused and out of control, seeing hostile targets everywhere aside from the one he was programmed to protect, and his presence was one of radiant, golden energy that she could not breach.  Xern struggled to crawl up on all fours to try and escape what ever new horror had been unleashed in the fight that would surely soon involve half of Omega. To his  complete shock and amazement, he saw his prototype in a rain of bullets, about to crush the life out of Crentius that flailed helplessly in the mech’s hand. 

[remnantsofakyriakos-blog]

“Charmed. Didn’t say I warned you all.” Merikh’s scoff voice echoing through the secured line between redhead and the Spectre in midst of the fight, the drone avert his attention to a dumbstruck Anya, “Little Anya? Assist Agent Modalius, set up your barrier.” Everything felt so surreal in a deja-vu vibe; the words calling out for her attention were enough to snap out of her dumbstruck daze. Setting aside her panic and fears; she quickly position her defense stance, while behind Zylar, and unleash a barrier surrounding herself and Zylar for protection against bullets rain. She raise her hands, summoning the biotic energy, and threw several warps to damage the mech’s armour before adding shockwaves to push it away from the elevator.