#agent rasa

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Maya Brooks / Rasa — throughout the years 2160 - 2185

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“A long time ago someone told me that people can’t be trusted. That they’ll betray you the first chance they get — she was right.”

Maya Brooks / Rasa in Mass Effect: Foundation

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“Hey Rasa. We’ve got work to do.” “What do you mean ‘we’?” “I don’t like it either. But that’s what the boss wants.”

— Kai Leng & Maya Brooks / Agent Rasa in Mass Effect: Foundation

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A Matter of Survival

She catches a glimpse of her mother’s skirt in the sea of strangers, and that’s the last of it. The man grips her shoulder hard, and the fear sinks down in her stomach like a cold stone. “Come on, Rasa” he says, and starts to drag her away. She struggles, keeps looking back, maybe mom will run after them, maybe she was just joking, but the man is so much stronger and soon they are walking between piles of junk in a dim alley. She can’t tell the way back.

She keeps avoiding her reflection, because the skinny, bald child looking back makes her cry, and Brocktun hates that. “Shut up, boy” he yells. Boy. He cuts down all her hair. Boy. She is not a boy. How will mom recognize her like this? At night, curled up into a ball on her bed, she lets out the tears without making the faintest sound.

She tries to cover up the bruises, because what can’t be seen, doesn’t really exists. The stone cuts her palms, and she spits blood when Brocktun smacks her face. Even the mine guards find reasons to kick her. Always in pain. But she gave some of it back. Didn’t mean to, but the knife was right there and the man… she was so scared, but not anymore. Brocktun’s hand reaches towards her neck, but her fingers are already on the knife.

She learned the lesson well. No one is to be trusted. No one cares if she dies in the mines or on the street. Only those who look out for themselves live to see another day, the weak will disappear. Like her mother did. No one cares about Rasa, the little girl. Stepping over the dying Miss Brooks, she enters the shuttle. She will not die. She will save herself.

She lets the rain wash off the dust. Swiping away wet strands of hair from her face, she watches the people run for shelter. How lucky. Their home must be cozier than the attic where she and the other girl sleeps. Small and cold. A man passes, dropping a bag before her feet just as her stomach starts rumbling. Payment. Food. That attic was not enough for two.

She locks the door twice. Almost unbelievable, how many things can fit into such a small room. Even a mirror. She takes a good look at herself. No bloody knuckles, purple and blue marks, no shaved head. That image is fading fast, like the nightmares after she wakes. Rasa lives. Rasa survives. Rasa wont make any mistakes. She checks the door again, and goes to sleep with a knife under her pillow.

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me: [thinks about rasa] niiiice

me: [thinks about rasa’s depressing life] shit no nO ABORT MISSION

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Maya Brooks Rasa’s personality in eight words:

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For the mini-fic meme: 20 "Things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear," CloneShep and Rasa. :D

yyaas, thank u friendo :D

Rasa was half asleep, when a short, sharp cry cut through the night. The mattress under them shifted as Caroline jolted up, panting.“What’s wrong?” Rasa asked as she sat up, swiping hair out of her face.Without even a glance in her direction, the clone tossed the sheets aside and got off the bed. With a couple strides, she was out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded Rasa behind. She could hear the door of the bathroom open, and water rushing in the sink.Eager to find out what happened, Rasa left the bed and quietly followed after Caroline. As she got closer, she could hear her voice:“I am not Shepard, I am not Shepard, I am not…”A cold feeling settled in Rasa’s gut. This again. They fought over this so many times. The complete rejection from the clone hindered the whole plan. Now could be her chance to move this obstacle out of their path, but it could also ruin what she achieved so far. She’d find herself sleeping alone again.Not like that matters, she reminded herself.The faucet turning off and sound of footsteps urged her to act now or never. She stepped forward, into the light streaming out of the room.The clone sat on the edge of the tub, head bent, face buried in her hands.“Caroline?”At the mention of her name, she raised her gaze. But unlike before, her eyes didn’t gleam with joy. There was no pride either. Only utter defeat.Rasa’s mind worked fast. It hurt to see Caroline so vulnerable, but it also presented a perfect opportunity. She walked up to the broken figure, and wiped a drop of water - or maybe tear - from her chin.“Did you have a nightmare?” she asked softly.Caroline shuddered at recalling the dream.“I saw the ship… Normandy. Burning, falling apart. I saw it as I drifted away… I… couldn’t breathe.”“The Collector attack.”The clone nodded. This revelation confirmed her fears, and Rasa’s hopes. Thinking, searching for the perfect words, Rasa ran her fingers through Caroline’s short hair. In her memories, she returned to a place of fear, loss and pain.“It’s not easy to accept our origins” she said at last, “when we’d rather forget and pretend to be anyone else, but our true selves. But if you… embrace your past, you can build on it and become stronger than ever. You can become anyone you wish to be.”Caroline looked up on her, and for a long moment Rasa feared she saw through her pretty speech. Her heart pounded heavy in her chest, but then a smile spread through the clone’s face. She wrapped her arms around Rasa’s waist, and pressed her face to her soft belly.“Thank you.” she murmured, the words filling Rasa with warmth.Caroline slept soundly through the rest of the night, but the morning found Rasa still awake, with her own words echoing through her mind.

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My name doesn't matter. I never keep the same one for more than a few days.