#inescapable honor

[berryshiara]

Last Oasis for the WIP ask meme?

Last Oasis Is a mash up between Mass Effect and Last Oasis An Asari ship in distress - The Lupa, crash lands on earth - Benezia with baby Liara and Aytheta, her guards and retinue are suddenly stuck on an earth that is dying. It has stopped rotating on its axis but still circles around the sun. Dazed, injured, and desperate, they make a temporary alliance with a small found family of nomads. (My OC's from my Inescapable Series) They must now outrun the burning light, and pray their distress beacon brings help. Or be stuck out running the sun, and every curious nomad who will strip the Lupa for precious metals and new tech until nothing is left of her as the seasons pass.

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N7 Month 2020 Day 5 Cruelty

“Don’t touch me!”

Phaedrus found his hearing membranes waffling as his girlfriend suddenly wrapped him in a biotic bubble that forced all others to give them room. He had been talking with a friend when it happened, his attention directed away from Mnemosyne, not having seen what set her off; he was not prepared to see the effects of her powerful reaction. A sense of dread filled him as guests of all sorts were forcibly ejected from their current vicinity. What was worse was the snarl that had filled her usually beauteous face as she pointed not at a true offender, but a child who looked utterly shocked at her treatment. Not any human child… but her sister.

“Spirits save us.” He murmured as her power ran through him like a battery giving off a physical charge. “Nem?” He pulled softly on her hand trying to draw Mnemosyne’s attention away from the object of her scorn. 

“HOW DARE YOU!” She fairly shrieked, her eyes blazing blue as her biotics filled her. 

It felt like slow motion as he watched Elektra’s guardians step forward, wrapping their bodies around her, absorbing the biotic push and erecting shield and aegis to defend the shocked little girl. The power that filled the room made his carapace tingle and for a moment Phaedrus expected to be blasted where he stood as blue light rose to the women’s eyes in defense of their charge. It took him a moment to find himself in a position to intervene between defenders and Nem. He pulled Mnemosyne so hard it stumbled her, breaking her focus, and cleared the air of her power with a palpable pop.

He knew she hated humans, and that she struggled with the presence of her Mother’s new family, they being human felt like a betrayal to the injured asari who lost her father in the incident of Relay 314. He never dreamed of such a harsh reaction to a little girl who was just as injured as she was… maybe even more so, her own loss recent and raw...

He wrapped arms around Nem, drawing her rage ready to absorb the next lash of her cruelty if necessary. He saw the realization dawn in her eyes. The stagger having given her a moment to release the biotics without violence, and now… the look of confusion and concern on her face as she looked at him. 

Thank the spirits… he thought as the woman he loved appeared in those alien eyes once more. He knew she was strong, but never had he ever seen the potential for his own demise until that moment.

“I’v got you.” He said, his voice commanding enough to be heard above the crowd’s murmur.

CAST:

Phaedrus is Turian. He is the oldest child who believes it is his duty to carry on the honor of the family line. He is boyfriend of Mnemosyne. They met on a day of remembrance. To honor those fallen at the Incident of Realy314. His father and hers both died in that event. Unlike his girlfriend, he does not hate all humanity.

Mnemosyne - the oldest child of Matriarch Tasoula, she is a young Asari, her own father was a Turian (Pantera) he was killed in the Relay314 Incident. She despises humanity and has not forgiven her mother for marrying the enemy... she despises her human step sister and the woman that spawned her. It was because of this that Mnemosyne moved out of the family home.

Elektra - daughter of Amelie. Human She inherited synesthesia from both mother and progenitor, giving her a unique outlook on the world. A compassionate child who can see others emotions and is drawn to render aid to them if she can.

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WIP Whenever

My Asari-centric fic Inescapable Honor

Tagged by @natsora thanks for engaging me! <3

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Tasoula lay on her side facing her sleeping wife, watching over her as she rested. Amelie was pale, beautiful features gaunt. Dazzling eyes closed in slumber, were sunken, painted with dark circles as warm flesh had turned a shade of ash. The brilliant mane of spun copper though clean lacked its usual luster and still she was breathtaking. 

She ached with the slow but continual waning of her bondmate. Her heart fluttered with anxiety as each day passed, knowing that even these moments were growing to a rapid end. It was difficult for her because there was nothing she could do… no life altering hope of stopping this wasting disease that consumed Amelie. No amount of money or power could persuade it to cease, no soldier at any level of skill could fight this foe. All she could do was watch as her lover hung on another day… another hour just for her and the life they so hungrily craved to create. The greatest expression of love she had ever experienced in her long life. 

The reality of her circumstances made her hurt, body and spirit as one. It was hard, feeling her mate slipping away. Harder still, that as it happened she was extracting herself from Amelie. Slowly untangling her personal identity… just enough that Ame’s death would not utterly consume her. It was terrible, and left her struggling with a growing sense of dread and separation anxiety she had not known since Pantera’s death. A part of her wanted to descend into the madness, chasing after the woman who had stolen her heart, body and soul. Follow her into the crossing, and rejoin her on the other side. But it was more than them...

Wedged between them Elektra slept, tiny arms curling around her human mother, face pressed into Amelie’s breasts. Her lover's prosthetic arm; the Mach 5 wrapped around Elektra pressed softly between them into Tasoula’s abdomen. A dark reminder of what the cancer had already done… and the ravaging it was still doing.

They were both possessed with otherworldly power, hers to initiate and regulate the bond that when successful would give them a daughter, her wifes in the sheer tenacity to continue this losing battle. Already the time the doctors had given Amelie had elapsed not once but twice and still they remained infertile while Amelie hung on. Stress was part of it, desperation did little to open the body to the beginning of a new life… and exhaustion could only be supplanted so many times before it started to sap clear to the bones. 

Both of them were on daily medi-gel injections as they fought all the cards stacked against them in the hopes of planting a seed of life in Tasoula.  With the very tips of her fingers she caressed her lovers brow, brushing spun copper from Amelie’s face. Logic told her she should be sleeping now, but her dreams had become more haunting than gazing upon the devastated face of her waning wife… it seemed the pain from life was more tolerable than the repetitious stabs of heartache that awaited her in slumber.

The conception of their little girl would be at best a bittersweet moment. Their task at last fulfilled… how long would it take for Amelie to pass? Moments? Hours? Certainly not days… Tears welled in Tasoula’s eyes threatening to fall. 

‘Goddess…’ She silently lamented not for the first time. They had foregone treatment so as to provide the cleanest bond for a child. It had come at tremendous cost as the cancer caused endless pain on a level that made even her own years of training quiver under such unrelenting power. If Amelie was not feeling it, Tasoula was… sometimes it was shared but it was always felt. Even in her sleep Ame shifted with it, small noises made at the back of her throat though she never knew it. Silver blue eyes closed as tears spilled onto her cheeks. She took a shuddering breath trying to still the tide but the wall that had held her emotions at bay broke. Silent sobs wracked weary shoulders.

“H- hey” A groggy broken voice spoke up drawing Tasoula from her surrender to despair. She shivered with the effort to stop the broken tide. Sniffled and stuttered under the relentless emotions.

“Oh honey…”

Superhuman did not begin to express how humbled and blessed Amelie made her feel. Her partner's strength though never having been physical was something that even now wrapped around her. Depleted, consumed, but not empty… how did she do it? How could Ame be so selfless? So perfect? She took in a broken breath and sobbed again. “I should be comforting you…” She cried. 

There was a hurried sound from the other room as everyone began to take notice of her own distress. She felt foolish and yet could no sooner have staved off the madness than change the course of time. Amaltheia all but broke through the door expecting to find Amelie dead and at rest at last… Amelie wrapped arms around Tasoula and held her. “It’s okay.” She whispered, knowing she would be heard even above the tears. “It’s not!” Tasoula protested and still Amelie smiled. “It is, it’s okay to cry.” She said her own voice filled with emotion. 

Between them their little girl began to fuss at the distress in her parents. “Charis…” At the door Amaltheia stepped back letting Hildryn enter. It was Amelie who motioned it was okay for the woman who had promised her life to their child to come forward. 

It had come time at last for Tasoula’s purging… 

Scooping up the little girl Hildryn pulled Elektra into her chest pausing only to take the stuffed Talaxu from Amelie before leaving the mourning lovers to one another.

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N7 Month 2020 Day 2 Science

The jubilant sounds that floated from the far side of the garage made Tasoula pause. Somewhere within the garage was her daughter, Elektra. To hear her laugh was a blessing, the road to recovery for her little girl was long and slow… the beautiful sound was a break in the long night, since Amelie’s death. It had been really hard for their daughter after her mothers death. They had gotten her to eat again only a few weeks later, but all of her communication has been non verbal ever since.

“Wait now, just wait, we have to turn it on first.” Constantia’s voice. 

The desire to see the light once more in their little girls eyes had Matriarch Tasoula moving again, but then she forced her feet to stop. With Ame’s gifts Elektra would know she was coming long before she got there… and if somehow her presence ruined the moment… well she couldn't do that. Not to Tia who no doubt worked hard to get a peep out of their little firebird. Despite Tasoula’s longing to see the brilliance of Elektra’s face as she broke that dark shell in person, she would have to settle to see it later on the vid feeds.

On the far side of the room Her friend’s voice drifted “Safety first.” Tia chimed in a sing song voice. “There we go. Looking smart, and safe. Bonk for luck?” There was a pause once more. “Yeah, that’s my girl.” Constantia laughed. “Okay, you get to flip the switch. Wait, wait! We need a countdown first! Shall we ask our lovely assistant?” There was a pause long enough that Tasoula imagined her daughter's eyes shifting from Tia to the second body in the room, staring at them until they fulfilled the prerequisite requested. “Lovely assistant, would you please do the honors?”

“Of course.” Ismene’s soft voice, gentle and light as she chuckled. 

Tasoula shifted impatiently, the desire growing the nearer they got to it. Her long wait was interrupted by an urgent ping on her omnitool. Rolling her arm up she punched receive, opening the holo vid that suddenly showed her Tia’s shoulder, Ismene standing near by holding up three fingers, and her daughter sitting patiently. 

“Tría…” Isme dropped a finger.

Elektra was dressed up to the aurals in safety gear, everything she wore sized for an adult, gloves that covered tiny hands went all the way up to little biceps, copper locks held back by a crest cover.

“... dýo...,” Another finger went down.

Clear glasses protecting bright wondrous eyes, her tiny frame hidden under the wrappings of an apron too large and too many times wrapped around her. She looked ridiculous, and yet… perfect.

“..  éna!” Isme threw up her hands bouncing with the excitement only love and children could imbue within you.

Elektra threw her tiny arms up and laughed, a glorious bubbling laugh that filled the whole garage. Echoing past the shelves to Tasoula who held her breath and felt tears spring to her eyes as she glimpsed the little girl she fear they would never see again, and in her childlike jubilation, her mother who saw every day with those same eyes.

“Wait!” Tia laughed. “You didn’t flip it.” The camera panned from Elektra’s face to the project sitting on the table. A hand molded peak sat waiting, Tasoula guessed for the explosion of what could only be “lava” waiting for ignition by Elektra who sat on the table with the switch. So caught up in the excitement generated by the women who were watching her, her precious little girl didn’t even flip the switch that would have set the device off.

Tasoula laughed. . . and that was enough. She saw Elektra look around on the screen, her eyes brightening every more.

“Goddess.” She breathed as Elektra looked her direction, not at the camera that watched but through the one who held it.

“Who was that?” Rhea, asked. Green eyes jumped up to the camera then again towards Tasoula’s location. The camera turned and her Huntress’s picture filled the com screen. “You might as well join us now Charis. Nothing else will be done until you arrive.”

“Thank the Goddess, I hate being left out.”

“Don't we all?” Tasoula asked Olethros who had by now crowded against her back to see the com screen where all the fun was being had. @n7month

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N7month 2020 Day 6 Indoctrination

The look of silent horror that filled Ismene’s eyes drew a grunt from her rough lover. Tia didn’t like that look, and wondered what it was that had her gentle soul all twisted up like this. What was it that had the pulse against her temple throbbing, and her breathing shallow and fast. What could be so engaging on her omnitool to elicit such a response? It drew the engineer forward, until she sat on the bed beside her partner leaning over to look into the hollow screen and see what new report was causing such distress. 

Isme jumped literally, scampering back just a little until it dawned on her that she was not in danger.

“Woah... Agape mou, ...it’s okay.” 

But really was it? The look on Isme’s face hadn’t changed, the tension held between brow ridges, the tension of sensual lips, pulled tightly as she contemplated the words she had just read. 

“Tell me, tell me whats wrong?” Tia was a rough woman, often crass, and closer to a blunt object than kid gloves, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel for those who shared her heart. She was struggling with a growing lump in her stomach that kept bobbing up into her throat as Ismene blinked at her with that horrified expression. 

Slowly Constantia crawled forward, her hand extended in offering, or warning… when allowed she slowly let it come to rest on Ismene’s leg, a little closer and she was able to pull her smaller lover in against her body. Covering her with an arm, spooning against her back, she felt Ismene shiver.

“It’s gonna be okay.” Tia murmured, gently she began rocking her lover.

“I...is it?” Isme asked, tears welling in dark blue eyes.

Tia felt her tremble as she pressed back against her body. 

“It is.” She said, sure that yes it would be.

“How?” Ismene raised her arm now that they were sharing the same space and let Tia read. It was from Liara… A breakdown of what they knew about Reaper Indoctrination. “There is no known cure, no known way to stop them from enslaving us.”

Tia skimmed the open document briefly before she pushed it down, fingering the buttons that closed Isme’s screen, and pulled her down until their bodies lay spooned together.

“I don’t know… but that is why Lady Liara is out there with Shepard… and we will do our best here to support them. We will do whatever it takes… pay whatever price necessary…”

Isme sighed, letting herself be comforted. “The price is what I’m afraid of.”

“Yeah.” Tia echoed her sigh. “Me too…”

Cast: Ismene - (Isme for short) Asari - Huntress - guardian of Tasoula, Partner of Rhea and Constantia Constantia - (Tia for short) - Asari - Engineering specialist - she is the tech person and ship doctor for house Adrasteia. Partner of Ismene and Rhea

Agape mou - my love FACE CLAIMS ATTACHED :3

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N7 Month Day3 Cooperation

From my Asari-centric Saga Inescapable Honor. Amaltheia stood there shocked as they brought in the battered young Turian who was courting Mnemosyne. “What went on here?”

Slung between Dido’s shoulder and that of Olethros who was grinning aurel to aurel hung the ashen faced bloody beau of their Charis’ first born. 

“Yes, Phaedrus, please tell us how you got this way?” Dido asked as they turned and thumped his armored hide down on the examination table.

His colors deepened as he cleared his throat. “I uh, I had help down the stairs.”

Amaltheia’s brow ridges rose in shock and turned to the two Asari that had carried him in. “Someone pushed him down the stairs?! Who?”

Olethros snickered. “Is that all Captain?” She asked trying in vain to straighten her face. 

“Yes, return to your post.”

“Ma’am.” Olethros jogged off the way they had come in a laugh her departing gift to the flummoxed Turian who now was given into Theia’s care.

“Lay back please sir.” Amaltheia put a hand to his shoulder and guided him back while Dido moved to swing his legs up onto the exam table. Stepping back, the scanner lit up, a holo grid forming over his barreled chest.

“There seems to be a spiral fracture in your right arm, and a crack in the carapace of your right leg, no doubt where it met one of the many stairs you fell down. Honestly, what happened?” Amaltheia asked looking to Dido, who remained behind.

“Our service man got handsy in front of Elektra… she found the need to defend her sister from sexual assault. Using both the lay of the land and objects on hand to best a superior enemy.” Dido fairly glowed with pride as she explained the true fate of the young Turian.

“Elektra?”

“Mmm.” Dido nodded, trying admirably to hide the pleased expression, and subsequent bounce she did under such circumstances.

“Is it… normal... to train a child so young in deproelior?” Phaedrus asked, shifting on the table to better see his physician.

“I think we can all agree this is not a normal family.” Theia said putting a hand to his shoulder, to be sure he stayed down long enough for the scanner to finish. She winced when she met his eyes again. Though Turians had tough skin, his tumble down the stairs had banged up his head, snapped a bit of his frill, broke his nose, which blacked his eyes. 

He grunted, pushing against her hand, trying to sit up. Surprised a naked brow raised. “Cooperation is in your best interest.” 

He sighed and allowed himself to lay back, relaxing under her hand. “If we had more Turians with gifts like hers… the humans would not have routed us at Relay 314.”

Dido snickered. Phaedrus chuckled and then groaned. “Please Captain Dido... “

“I’m sorry, I am, truly. But I can't help it. All that training we did to teach her what was appropriate touching…” She snickered again before covering her mouth. “Okay, Im going! There is hell to pay still. Good luck Phaedrus!”

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Cast: Amaltheia Theia - Healer for house Adrasteia - Asari Matriarch Dido - Captain of security - Asari Matriarch Phaedrus - Soldier - Boyfriend of Tasoulas eldest daughter Mnemosyne - Turian Olethros - Weapons Specialist for the Lupa - and guardian of Tasoula - Asari Maiden Elektra - Daughter of Tasoula and Amelie Adrasteia, sister to Mnemosyne - Human female

@n7month

[berryshiara]

OTP Questions

#3 Who walks around in the nude, and who tells them to put clothes on.

Samantha / Elektra / Aella

Aella loves to be without clothing for many occasions, both public and private. They don’t really need a reason to be nude, though she usually has one. Ie something that involves water, or sunbathing.

Samantha is a little body shy but does not tell her wives to put clothes on... ever.

Elektra was born on Thessia and raised as a daughter of a Matriarch. Her father worked hard to instill in her the same freedoms as any Asari daughter. Including confidence in her nude form though it is different. She has about as much body shyness as the next uninhibited Asari. However, being human she usually needs warmer weather to be in the nude. Having survived the reaper war, she prefers the weight of her leathers now.

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Constantia / Rhea / Ismene

They are all Asari. Same as Aella.

Though out of the three Ismene is probably the least clothed, most of the time, followed by Rhea as a close second. Tia’s job and hobbies usually involve large machines, and dangerous tools, she wears clothing for protection.

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Amelie / Tasoula

Amelie was raised by conservative parents, and is human. Nudity is not something people of her status are often seen claiming as their right. Even as an engineer of the Alliance Navy, she preferred to take her showers in private when afforded. She prefers clothing, so when she is nude, it is usually a gift to her wife.

Tasoula - is an Asari who runs a clothing empire... while she doesn't have any issues with body shyness she wants the whole world clothed in her beautiful designs, and or protective gear... she sees clothing as an embellishment to the mortal form. But a body need not be embellished to be beautiful...

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Dido / Amaltheia

Amaltheia is a daughter of a Salarian, she prefers to be warm, warmer than nudity allows, and so is most often clothed.

Dido considers clothing to be another weapon in her arsenal. She wears what gets the job done... what ever the job may be.

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WIP Whenever

@natsora thanks for the tag! Tagging @joking611 @raedmagdon @inquartata30 And anyone who feels like they wanna share a piece of their heart with us! ♥ @ me if you do so i can read it! From the first chapter of Dancing Among the Stars - book one in my Inescapable Honor Series. A massive story set in the Mass Effect world centered on a few humans with a large Asari-centric cast.

It begins waaaaay back in 2167; 9 years before the Skyllian Blitz.

We begin our story on the planet of Elysium, with a human Engineering Specialist name Amelie Dupont. Lets see what happens...

“DU PONT!” The sound of a wrench falling on concrete preluded a soft curse seconds before there was a sharp response. “What!” A grease smudged face appeared out from under the mule. Her expression accusatory as she rubbed a now dirty red spot on her forehead.His face was a mix of fatherly pride and sympathy. More than once Liam Adama had said that the transport was beyond hope, and still it seemed that his best mechanic disagreed. Dubbed, “The Mule”, the device was designed to help lift and carry heavy loads; most specifically to help when colonizing a world. They were worked hard and worked often, this particular mule had been second hand before its journey to Elysium. Eight years of hard dock work left it old and tired and would probably do them better as a show piece in a museum somewhere. Still the redhead that lay on a grav roller beneath it couldn’t let it rest in peace… or rather pieces. He offered a hand down to the gifted mechanic. “We got a wounded bird coming in. I want you on the repair team.” Though she didn't move he kept his hand extended while she lay there looking up at him for a moment still rubbing at that spot on her noggin. Amelie Du Pont, had run the gamut of life at the young age of 32. Despite her inherited wealth and personal tragedy she chose to work for a living. Not happy to live as a world hopping debutante or a freelance gizmo wizard, she had earned her G7 status every step of the way. Knowing her as he did, she probably earned it twice as much as the next Engineer.Some would call her his pet project, but he didn't have room for a high maintenance noblesse in his hangar. Elitist no, but elite she was. In his experience there wasn’t a better engineer or machine whisperer in the whole of Alliance space.  What a master surgeon could do for a living patient, Amelie could do for a mechanical one. So if she wanted to lay a few extra minutes under the defunct carcass of a colonial transport sledge, he could afford those extra few moments. “A merchant ship?” She asked, reaching for his hand. A black and silver artificial limb grasped his own and he walked backwards, pulling her out from under the mule before helping her up. With the Mach 5 industrial model Amelie had the strength in her right hand to tighten lugs on a ground vehicle with the power of an impact wrench. It was its tactile sensitivity that kept her from crushing his hand when she took it. “Escort from Illiam.” Liam watched to see if she would protest. After the Med Bay incident that took her mother’s life, he wouldn’t have much recourse if she chose to recuse herself. Instead of the fire that he expected she sighed pulling at the bandana on her head, using the actions to break eye contact. Auburn hair tumbled free as she pulled at the only thing holding it back. Another concession that he gave to her and her alone due to special circumstances. Using the soiled cover Amelie only managed to smear the grease on her face rather than remove it.“Batarian pirates?” She asked before meeting his eyes once more. The tired soul that memory had given him a glimpse of was hidden once again. Pulling a rag from his pocket he held it up before answering. “Spose so. They didn’t elaborate a whole lot.”Amelie brushed at the burnished locks marking her face once more. He pressed the rag into her hand, shifting behind to pull auburn hair back away from her face.“Thanks.” She managed. “What kind of escort ship are we talking about?”Twisting her hair into a thick coil he pulled an o-ring he kept on his wrist for such an occasion, twisting it back and again until it held her wild mane at bay in a messy bun. “Didn't say, only informed it was to take precedence over our current tasks.”“Great, just what I need...” Amelie growled. She paused at the sound of the mobile crane’s landing thrusters as it brought in the unknown craft.He found himself smirking despite her obvious annoyance. Finishing with the tying of her hair Liam stepped up beside her. The two of them turned at the sound of the crane. “... an entitled cowboy breathing down my neck with eezo in his pants.” she finished.