#heshtok

[drelldreams]

homeworld you would like to see most in the next ME game

palaven

rannoch but rebuild

kahje

tuchanka but rebuild

dekuuna (elcor world)

heshtok (vorcha world)

rachni homeworld

irune (volus world)

turvess (raloi world)

rakhana (drell world)

Voting ended onJun 15, 2023

[cerberusdailynews]

[EARTH] Vorcha Expedition to Antarctica

via Stories from the Real Galaxy The vorcha people are known for their supreme adaptability, able to brave many a climate that proves inhospitable to the rest of us -- indeed, climates the challenges of which chill us to our core. And that chill would be appropriate, it seems, in light of the latest expedition plotted by the famed Captain Zrakk. Now, the renowned vorcha daredevil is assembling an expedition to brave the human homeworld’s south pole, almost literally in the footsteps of the planet’s historical polar explorers. Captain Zrakk, whose past accomplishments include withstanding Thunawanuro’s crushing gravity unassisted, is currently soliciting other vorcha volunteers on Heshtok for his planned land trek across the frozen desert. However, he was able to discuss his plans and motivations over the extranet. “Amundsen human walked to pole, conquered continent! We do same, then claim Antarctica from Amundsen to Heshtok, found colony! Land of cold vorcha!” The Amundsen in question, Roald Engelbregt Gravning Amundsen of Norway, was the first of his people to reach the human homeworld’s Southern pole. By the tradition of Earth’s international agreements, and upheld by the Systems Alliance during its recent period of governance over Earth, much of the southern polar continent is politically neutral territory. Zrakk’s vision of a Heshtokian claim, while in keeping with vorcha tradition that allows for the prioritising of newer triumphs over more venerable accomplishments, will likely not meet with human approval. Some members of his party also expressed via extranet the notion that they might find and ritually consume the long-frozen remains of the explorer’s body. When informed that Amundsen disappeared in the region of the North Pole (which he also visited), the vorcha expressed momentary confusion, before suggesting that they “do that one next!”

[alyssalenko]

A Story to Tell

I decided today was a day to expand on the line Kaidan has in the Citadel DLC. “Did I ever tell you about my casino run in with the vorcha mafia? Five thousand credits and a bottle of whiskey? Actually, never mind.” I always thought he really should tell Shepard that story after bringing it up, but didn’t tell it because it had a chance to change the way they looked at him, because he wasn’t always as straight-laced as the Kaidan they knew and loved. Day Five: Nov. 17 – Memories While studying the effects of eezo and helping other human biotics had been a worthwhile goal after leaving BAaT, Kaidan had gotten slightly bored being isolated for so long—at least he had learned control, over himself and his biotics, had even helped a couple kids learn similar control, but the colony was small and there was only so much he could do there. The death blow he’d hit Vyrnnus with made him cautious, keeping his biotics on a tight leash, even when helping the kids tap into their full potential, but maybe him killing Vyrnnus was inevitable, teaching him a valuable life lesson. Vyrnnus may have been awful, his methods brutal and sadistic, but he had helped; with his death, Kaidan had vowed not to ever let himself lose control like that ever again, no matter how many lives he’d saved that day by removing him from the picture. One year after Vyrnnus’ demise, Conatix had folded under the investigation of bringing the turians on in the first place even though they’d done their best to hide what had happened out at Jump Zero, and four years later, he’d finally come to terms with the fact that even if he didn’t mean to kill him, Vyrnnus’ death had been a necessary evil, and if someone had tried hard enough the turian menace—who’d made two years, and then the next four of coping with what he’d done a living hell—could’ve been saved. Returning from the edge of the galaxy, he’d found himself planet hopping, finding passage on any ship that didn’t mind having a biotic on board, even if he kept to himself most of the time, was hard enough, and that was before he’d been accidentally left behind on the space station orbiting the planet Heshtok. It had been a simple supply drop for the Vorcha home world, and he’d wandered off the ship to stretch his legs while they refueled and restocked the ship as best they could with the limited supplies the Vorcha had to offer; they didn’t like dealing with the outside world, but with so few resources they didn’t have much choice. His footsteps made a metallic clanging sound as he walked. Neon lights flashed, giving him a headache, but he followed the lights and sounds, finding the closest bar inside a casino and immediately ordering a bottle of whiskey as he glanced around…the casino was dingy and crowded—obviously a tourist trap the vorcha had installed to funnel credits from ordinary and unsuspecting victims, their entire culture built around combat. But Kaidan was anything but ordinary.

Two vorcha had set up a game of 3-card monte at a table in the corner of the casino, the dealer of the Skyllian Five table was raking in a pile of chips, while multiple bouncers were escorting some people off the premise. Several humans were gathered around a large red and green wheel, while other species were playing on quasar stations set up around the outskirts of the room. This could be fun. Picking up his whiskey, he made his way over to the roulette table, bringing the glass bottle to his lips, eyes following the motions of the wheel carefully; after enough times around, he noticed a slight hitch that made the table spin unevenly but when the wheel was spinning, it went too fast for the eye to catch it, especially when one was right up next to it, and something else…maybe a magnet drew the metal ball to the dealer’s corner slot often. It was designed to make people lose. “Human, you play! No play, you leave!” The vorcha running the wheel hissed at him. He only had five thousand credits to his name, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from having a good time, unaware that the ship he’d arrived on had just undocked from the station, leaving him at the mercy of the Vorcha—he’d have to find another way off the dingy hellhole. He pulled open his omnitool, wiring five hundred credits, a pile of chips was placed in front of him as he set his whiskey down a little harder than necessary on the outskirts of the wheel, right at the hitch that spun it unevenly, jolting it. He knew that wasn’t enough, but it was a start, his biotics tingled beneath his skin, ready to even the playing field.

Aside from the Vorcha watching him, scrutinizing his every move, everyone kept their heads down, trying not to draw attention to themselves as they gambled away their earnings, allowing themselves a moment to relax, their attentions focused on the high or low stakes quasars in front of them, the roulette wheel, or their card games. The musical pinging of the machines, combined with the clacking of the cups in the three-card monte game, and the whir of the wheel was rather cathartic. Winning several games in a row had the heads of the casino suspicious of this newcomer, watching Kaidan like a hawk and stopping him from leaving once he realized how long he’d been there, hoping the ship he came in on was still there. They wanted their money back.

His omnitool pinged as he played the quasar machines, brows knitting together in confusion as he glanced at it, as he deciphered what his omnitool was saying. He’d always loved deciphering the lines of code flitting across the orange screen. Something was off. It wasn’t a dangerous kind of off, more strange than anything, a suspicious signal emanating from the quasar machine next to him—like someone had rigged the machine to funnel credits through the system. Tracing the signal was half the fun…but it led him to the heads of the organized crime unit that was the casino; the vorcha mafia. After beating their cheating roulette wheel, and reprogramming the cheating quasar machine, which had been funneling credits to the owners, so even if you won you lost, made them want him dead.

The vorcha running the joint hadn’t taken kindly to him using his biotics at the roulette wheel to even the playing field or his omnitool to cheat them out of their credit funneling at the quasar machines, and had called for his head, a mob of vorcha descended on him. He’d fought them off easily, but they’d just kept coming, and that was when the several soldiers in Alliance uniforms had stepped in, appearing seemingly out of nowhere and helping him fight the vorcha off, then dragging him out under armed guard to a waiting ship…it was probably for the best knowing he wouldn’t be coming back to Heshtok; his welcome worn out.

[yitan]

Mass Effect fact more people need to know.

Reapers: intimidate them

vorcha: okay you killed one city but so what I can take you.

Reapers: ... okay, lets remove their water supply.

*one week later*

Vorcha: okay it sucked but now my body doesn't need water to survive.

Reapers: THE HELL!

[cisppl]

heshtok replied to your post:the dance community is toxic as fuck

oh my god the dance community is SO awful, id been in ballet since i was 2 and quit a few yrs ago

yeah same i only quit when i left high school cause it's not like i was a) going to go anywhere with dance or b) able to find another studio i could pay for at my university and c) the dance courses at my university were only for dance majors 

i miss dance, i don't miss the constant emotional upsets lmao

[doomface]

heshtok said: above this is my post about streaming tfp or beast wars

good shit OP ^

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japen replied to your post “lmao more bayarea folk hate me fanimes gonna b a trip”

i dont hate u and neither do my friends we got u bruh

:,) M ilu

heshtok replied to your post “lmao more bayarea folk hate me fanimes gonna b a trip”

ill kick their asses

good good <3

legion we gotta hang during fanime and steer clear of these kids

phillllllllllllllllllllllll replied to your post: Read More →

what happened?? did you talk to [redacted] or something

nah but im still absolutely PISSED about what happened and how [redacted] and the others handled it. + u know who still hates me 

[doomface]

heshtok said: ICE SCREAM

[sunglasses descending onto my face at terminal velocity]