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The skyline of Illium broke through the darkness, with whispers settling in. The face of someone long since gone, one whom had died saving those she cared for. A delicate smile, poisoned by the scars that crossed the lips of this face, shocks of blue visible down the sides, with wisps of light glowing everywhere.
"Liara..."
The gold eyes became somewhat sad.
"Liara...You are crying again."
Visira noticed a glint in Lani’s eye. Or was it just the Serrice Ice getting to her head? She could not tell. Even at that, standing at bars had never really been her thing, as she was usually nose-deep in books and threads for armour used in combat. Yet she enjoyed a...
She nodded in agreement before finishing the remainder of her drink before starting on the next. "I agree...Yet...There is something wrong. With the Batarians I mean. As if they all have this one grudge set against the entire galaxy..."
"The training was only for a year, the rest of it was done with the Matriarchs." she said, sighing a little. "Samara was like a mother to me throughout that year. I still keep in contact, we meet whenever we have the chance, usually every six months or so. But I still have no idea what she sees in me..."
"Well, you are still a commando to me." Visira said, smiling a little. "I always liked the commandos, and I still regard them to be one of the most powerful soldiers in the galaxy. Which means I will not "tango" with you, as my commander says."
She grins a little, blushing softly. "Ahh, well...Yes. Commander Shepard and I...Well..." Visira could not help but stutter and lose her voice in that moment. "I am sure you can guess..."
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Visira, being the geek she was, sat down in the armoury, hand-repairing Shepard's armour. It was something she did to pass the time, as well as give said armour significant upgrades, and provide in-depth research into the Protheans and the evolution of humanity. She sighed as she struggled to get a thread of the skin-weave to stay, which in turn would more than likely tear and send a bullet right to Shepard's heart if she did not repair it.
"Goddess..." She murmured, her mind going back to the commander. "I should mail her soon, she is probably wondering where I am. Again."
Visira chuckled herself, a light, airy laugh despite her current posture - that being of her leaning her elbows against the surface of the bar and ever so slightly hunched, with her feet about a head apart. She concluded that it was Isiah’s fault for her current stance...
Visira noticed a glint in Lani's eye. Or was it just the Serrice Ice getting to her head? She could not tell. Even at that, standing at bars had never really been her thing, as she was usually nose-deep in books and threads for armour used in combat. Yet she enjoyed a drink, which helped her immensely.
"They are more than likely alive, although truth be told, and no offence to the Goddess, but I wish they were dead." Visira muttered, sipping her drink again.
"You were a commando. My apologies. I can read people particularly well, however it seems I need some refinement." she said, glancing back over to the bartender in that moment, ordering two more glasses of Serrice Ice. "I was trained, yes, because of my natural ability to read Asari, Turian, Krogan, Humans and Hanar. They say it is because of my biotic levels, which are a tad higher than your average Asari. This gives me a slight edge in combat, however my mind can be easier to access if I am not careful. So I was trained to withstand anything and everything thrown at me, and I put in extra training myself so that I could face any obstacle. Not to mention my Justicar training..."
She smiled cheekily, looking from Liani to the bartender. "I know, this whole "drinking" business is not my forte. I blame my Commander for that."
Visira heard a voice at the bar, asking for a Thessian red and she knew in that moment that she was in the clear. She got onto her knees, poking her head up and smiling to herself. The same red marked asari she had smiled to in the wards was at the bar, her back had...
Visira chuckled herself, a light, airy laugh despite her current posture - that being of her leaning her elbows against the surface of the bar and ever so slightly hunched, with her feet about a head apart. She concluded that it was Isiah's fault for her current stance and would proceed to scold her later for the Commander's lack of educated standing at bars. Not that Isiah would mind, in fact she would probably laugh about it.
"Truth be told, I had been tracking their movements..." Visira muttered, keeping her voice low in case anyone decided to make her a target."I was able to get them here, and lure them into taking my credit chit so I could observe their tactics. And of course, get rid of the nuisance before they got big headed."
"A pleasure, literally." Visira said, extending her hand and shaking the other asari's. Liani's grip was solid, and Visira concluded that she was a very well trained commando. She smiled again, before glancing up at the Turian behind the bar.
"And before you ask, no I am not dating the bartender. He is an old friend, helped me out with a few citadel related jobs. So...What brings a commando to the citadel?"
Visira wandered round the wards of the citadel. Sure, the wards were never a place she would be caught dead in, but right now she did not care and she could handle herself thank you very much, she was trained by a matriarch after all. Visira wandered past vendors and...
Visira heard a voice at the bar, asking for a Thessian red and she knew in that moment that she was in the clear. She got onto her knees, poking her head up and smiling to herself. The same red marked asari she had smiled to in the wards was at the bar, her back had been covered as she fled, thank the Goddess. Gracefully and not withdrawing her gaze from the asari at the bar, she stood up to her full height, brushed herself down and made her way to the asari's left side, waving to the bartender.
"Serrice ice, please."
Her smooth voice granted her a pleasant sized glass of said beverage, as her eyes locked with the Turian's across the bar. He gave her a wink, knowing full well whom the asari worked for and went over to other customers, leaving the two asari alone.
"Thank you for watching my back." Visira began, before turning her gaze towards the asari beside her. "Looks like I owe you one."
She sipped her drink, placing it back down on the bar before continuing her conversation. Breathing deep, as to not sound too grateful she chose her words carefully, wrapping her lips round every letter.
"Visira, if you are after names. Visira T'alek."
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Visira wandered round the wards of the citadel. Sure, the wards were never a place she would be caught dead in, but right now she did not care and she could handle herself thank you very much, she was trained by a matriarch after all. Visira wandered past vendors and suspicious Batarians standing by one of the credit machines, whom would more than likely try to nick her credit chit. She would keep an eye on them.
Besides that, there was no one else under the bright neon lights of the club opposite her - until she felt a hand snake round her waist. Despite having half a shot in her system, she was still very much aware of four beady eyes on the back of her head, and a slight slimy texture brushing against her cheek.
"Hey there, blue..."
Visira shivered, gritting her teeth as she felt the hand go into her pocket, her gaze dropping onto an asari with red markings. She made a mental note to talk to her later and say sorry if things went wrong here.
"Sorry, but your chit is mine."
Without thinking, Visira launched a well-aimed biotic punch to the Batarian's face, grabbing her chit before she lost it and slammed a throw into him, sending the Batarian flying into his "friends" before taking off down the corridor, locking eyes with the asari and smiling softly before sprinting into another club, swiftly sliding over the bar and hiding behind it. Thank the Goddess that the Turian knew her face and her name - otherwise C-Sec might have been on her tail as well. She panted, trying to regain her breath and peered over the bar, before deciding that it was still not safe and sat there for a few minutes.
Looks like it would be a long night.
Gemini buried her head into the young biotic’s hand, mewling softly as she was set down in the room next door. She shook violently, curling herself up into a ball and mewling in defeat. The cat was terrified, and usually nothing could scare this cat. It would take so...
Visira watched as Sparks patted herself down, running off to the med bay and leaving the asari with the half-dead Isiah and Gemini, who looked up at Visira fearfully. The asari sighed, almost content to just hold Isiah for the time being. 'She looks peaceful...' the asari thought, hearing Isiah grunt a little and grip Visira's waist. Visira gasped slightly, blushing a little at the gesture and locking her amethyst eyes with Gem's, smiling softly at the cat. "Do not worry, honey." Visira said almost soothingly. "She will be fine. We all will..." The asari trailed off, finally registering the chatter in the med bay, and forcing her body to move, Visira walked slowly into the med may. She did not say a word, not even acknowledging Chakwas or the young biotic and lying the clone down along with Gem and sitting on the opposite bed. She looked over at her arm, wincing a little as the pain finally registered and she flexed her hand, watching the droplets of blood rise and fall as if they were alive.
Gently, and praying that Chakwas would not notice (although the doctor had the eyes of a hawk), Visira grabbed a tube of medigel from a drawer and a small roll of bandages from one of the cupboards, walking off and out of the med bay. She did not want to witness Chakwas scolding her for running into a fire, or watch her take Isiah's charred uniform off. The asari shuddered at the thought, walking past the now ashen Life Support room and remembering a scene from not too long ago. '-Burning eyes locked with hers, lips locking and kissing feverishly--'
Visira stopped, placing her left hand on the cool metal of the wall. She inhaled sharply at the sudden intrusion of such a vivid memory, letting her hand leave the wall and roll onto her burn. She needed the reality check according to her brain, as the asari hissed, forcing her feet to move and leaving a thin, almost plum coloured smear along the wall.
' - hands locked tight, breathing hard, a name rolling off the tip of her tongue with a low sucking sound coming from her left--'
The asari entered the observation deck, her hand immediately going to her shoulder, tracing a small circle over the fabric of her uniform. She needed to forget everything - the events of the day, the memories that were haunting her and the unlikely idea of sleeping. She approached the bar, placing the medigel and the bandages down for later before going behind said bar to fetch a clean glass and grabbing a bottle of liquor in the process. Visira knew she would need it.
'- "I love you. For now and forever--"-
The clone's voice haunted the asari as she fumbled to open the bottle, pouring a shot and downing it straight. She repeated this process several times within two minutes as tears streaked down her face, the tears looking as if they were smearing her white markings which always looked more prominent when she cried. Visira slammed the glass down, almost breaking it and putting her head in her hands, grabbing a bar stool and slumping into it.
For the first time in what had felt like eternity, Visira was crying for someone she cared about. She had cried for those she had lost before - her friend during the reaper war who had been a potential bondmate, her father whom she lost at the age of 14, several comrades during a mission that went horribly wrong. It had been several years since she had felt like this, several years since she nearly lost Isiah twice in the same year when she had been known by a different name, a name the asari would not dare to utter now.
-"I have only one wish...Let me see her...That is all you owe me."--
Visira had seen that part in a meld not long after Isiah had been let out of hospital, cringing a little. Has Isiah only wanted her? Was Visira all that she loved, despite her caring attitude when it came to the entire galaxy?
"Levia...Isiah...No matter what I call you, no matter what happens...You promised me after they fixed you for the second time. You promised we could settle down and have a family..." It took Visira a moment to realise that those words had escaped her lips and before she knew it, her hand reached over for the medigel, slapping about a quarter of the tube onto her burned arm and rubbing it, wincing and cursing in protest as it slowly numbed the pain. She grabbed the bandages and wrapped up her arm up to her knuckles, knowing full well that Chakwas would give her an earful later, but she refused to care. Visira tied up the other end of the bandage, tearing it with her biotics and grabbing the bottle of liquor before standing up slowly, groggily walking over to a place on the floor and flopping down. She gazed out at the stars as her eyes swam a little - the alcohol was getting to her at last.
Tonight, Visira would be the one drinking till she forgot her name, not Isiah, and at that, she took another swing from the bottle, letting her mind go numb.
“Engaged! I’m engaged! Oh my God! It happened! I’m not dreaming am I? It actually happened!”
"Oh my pickles! Sparkler is engaged! This calls for several bottles of whisky!" The clone said, waving her crutch in the process, several days after the electrical fire. "But no pissing EDI off, all of us have done that enough recently."
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Isiah smiled, opening her bottle (it being a different brand entirely) on the edge of the desk. She took a swing before responding. “Punches? Heh…I mostly had bullets. I am lucky to even remember my parents, I am dead to them…Visira keeps in contact with my dad, since...
"Heheh..." The clone said, grinning in a somewhat miserable way. "That is how I got the scars on my left arm. Bullets..." Isiah trailed off, not even bothering to look up at Sparks when she mentioned the clone's father. "Yeah, she is ok apparently...I talk to her sometimes...I might even go back home and get training for my mental barriers, y'know so I do not black out as much."
Isiah took a swing of her drink, before eying up the package. "Well...Y' gonna open it or not?"
“This is Visira and Liara we are on about here.” The clone replied, her small smile turning into a cat-like grin, pulling out another two bottles of beer from behind her. “And here, I brought you another beer. I knew you would need it to tide you over.”
The biotic...
Isiah smiled, opening her bottle (it being a different brand entirely) on the edge of the desk. She took a swing before responding. "Punches? Heh...I mostly had bullets. I am lucky to even remember my parents, I am dead to them...Visira keeps in contact with my dad, since said "dad" is a Matriarch and what not. But other than that...I hear nothing. Not sure if I want them knowing about everything that has happened..."
The clone sighed, patting Sparks' shoulder and raising her bottle "To the Normandy - our surrogate parent."
“Shhh Sparks.” Isiah said, approaching the clone and smiling softly, before handing her a box. “Visira has decided to give everyone on the ship who has lost their parents a present of some kind. Do not ask me what it is, because she has been conspiring with T’Soni...
"This is Visira and Liara we are on about here." The clone replied, her small smile turning into a cat-like grin, pulling out another two bottles of beer from behind her. "And here, I brought you another beer. I knew you would need it to tide you over."
If anyone asks me about Mother’s Day… I’m going to put a fucking ring binder through their neck. Capiche?”
"Shhh Sparks." Isiah said, approaching the clone and smiling softly, before handing her a box. "Visira has decided to give everyone on the ship who has lost their parents a present of some kind. Do not ask me what it is, because she has been conspiring with T'Soni again."
Visira paused her banging, letting her arms fall limp by her sides as she closed her eyes, seemingly inhaling the smoke. She waited, turning on her heels and walking back to the other end of the crew deck, her fists flaring.
“Sparks…” She began. “You had better step back.”
Her fists flared, her entire body now glowing with biotics as her eyes flared as well, the amp in her hurting ever so slightly. She would not let Isiah die, no the woman had escaped everything, defied and cheated death more than once. The clone would not die here, as the powerful adept’s face turned into a determined scowl.
She ran headlong at the door, raising both of her flared fists as her biotics flared further. speed now helping to charge up her attack as she screamed at the top of her lungs. Visira slammed both of her fists into the door, the massive shockwave crippling the door’s systems, sending her reeling backwards a few steps as she tried to catch her breath. The door opened with a swoosh, and the smoke escaping the door was not helping either of them.
Gemini flung herself at Sparks, Visira sliding past the younger biotic and storming into the room, her scowl changing into a look of hysterical panic. Isiah had passed out at that point, there were going to be new scars and she knew that the human could be dead. But she would not let it stop her.
“Sparks!” Visira yelled. “I need your help! After that blast, I cannot lift this desk and move Isiah! Get your butt in here and move her once I tell you!”
The asari looked as if she’d given up trying for the littlest moment; her hands had dropped to her sides, Sparks gaped in a mix of confusion and somewhat anger, about to spill her mind when there was a burst of blue light from her readied fists. That was the Visira she knew she could count on.
She complied with the request and bounced back to the opposite wall, dropping the cover of the panel by her feet so she was ready for any possible outcome that came with cracking through steadily warming metal. “Be careful man, I don’t think I could deal with both of you going down. Siah’s bad enough.”
There was something in the small soldier that was fascinated with how well Visira’s biotics worked, they were almost flawless in comparison to her own. It could be jealousy but Sparks chose not to feel that way to someone who she was sure to be in awe of.
As the door crumbled beneath the powerful biotics, the younger woman ran forward, one hand shielding her eyes the other wafting away the smoke. It made short contact with a masked object by the door, hissing as it burned into her hand ever so slightly, she was quick enough to pull it back as to save what little scarring she could. The biotic turned to see the asari coughing and spluttering as she fearlessly drove into the room to save the clone that Sparks had become fond of, it wasn’t until she was knocked back with a sharp jolt of pain to the arm that she realised just how little help she was being.
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Gemini buried her head into the young biotic's hand, mewling softly as she was set down in the room next door. She shook violently, curling herself up into a ball and mewling in defeat. The cat was terrified, and usually nothing could scare this cat. It would take so much as a Banshee trying to grab her to scare this little furball, but now that her owner was possibly dead because of her, the cat nibbled on her tail to try and not go after Sparks. It seemed that the cat felt some form of guilt over all of this.
Visira ploughed her way through everything in the room, flinging as much debris away from Isiah as possible before grabbing the only fire hydrant in the room and using it. She dispensed the foam, using her biotics to amplify the amount and range it could cover, making sure that the fire stayed clear from her lover. If Isiah got burned from Visira's lack of quick-thinking, then it would remain with the asari for the rest of her life. In that moment of thinking, Visira felt a scorching pain tickle her right arm but it barely registered in her mind. It would have to wait, she thought, no matter what it was.
When the biotic ran into the room and braced the desk, Visira pulled the half-dead Isiah from under it till the clone was out of range. Once she was, and had moved the strands of deep ocean blue hair from the clone's eyes, the asari ran back to Sparks and braced the rest of her desk on her shoulder, slowly lowering it. It took them both a few seconds to regain their composure. and for Visira to breathe - it seemed like the smoke was getting to her more than she really wanted to let on. She placed a gentle hand on Sparks' shoulder in thanks.
"Thank fuck..." the asari said, using one of Isiah's more common phrases instead of her usual "goddess". The situation called for it, she thought to herself. "Get out of here, Sparks!" Visira called. "Please! Get to Chakwas, I am following with Isiah."
Visira picked Isiah up very slowly and holding her with one arm, and using the other to move the desk towards the door so that no one else could get into the room. The desk had stopped flaring and the rest of the fire was mostly at the back of the room. She just hoped that it would not affect the drive core in any way, and that EDI would wake up or something.Â
In that moment, the water systems kicked in as the fire was put out as Visira exited with Isiah cradled in her arms. The asari noticed a burn that trailed from the back of her right hand that covered half of her lower arm and was dotted with purple. But she knew it was worth it, anything was worth it when it came to Isiah.
Gemini plodded carefully out of the room she had been placed in, rubbing up against Visira's legs as she smiled down - the cat was alive. She lowered herself down to Gem's height, enough so that the cat could jump onto Isiah and go along for the ride. The cat complied, nestling into Isiah's burning body as all three of them went to the med bay.
((OH MY EFFING LORD.
THIS IS JUST AMAZING.))
The cat let out a wail of disappointment at the mention of Sparks getting shot, but a look of hope at the word “milk”. Sparks had milk? For her? That was something the cat could not say no to, and so Gemini settled in Sparks’ arms at last, purring contentedly for a...
Gemini clawed her way up Sparks' body, forgetting entirely that the young biotic was not used to her claws. She made her way up to Sparks' shoulder, plonking herself there and gripping the biotic's neck with her claws, also forgetting that Sparks did not have nearly metal shoulders. Or were Isiah's shoulders metal, now that she was even more of a synthetic than the great Terra Shepard?
The four eyed cat looked at the screen, mewling in reply. She did have a lead, and in fact Isiah actually took Gem for a walk whenever they were at the citadel. Some people would often stop to pet the cat, and the asari at the Asari Embassy adored seeing the little furball - it kept her mind off of her bondmate who was serving in the commandos.
Gem clawed Sparks' shirt in response, pointing her paw at Isiah's room, which just happened to be the Life Support room. She wanted her lead, and her owner.
