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[dragooned]

      "It doesn't matter how many people I've killed.   The        only thing that matters is that I'm making the galaxy        a better place. I'll do whatever it takes —  whatever        number of people I have to cut down.   What makes        you any different?"

[sammvitches]

Boundaries Mr. Balter. Boundaries.

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Now watch as I try to get into a Pub game with 3 other players of the same species.

Lord help me.

[sammvitches]

I keep forgetting to upload these sketches.

Ryan Balter in the Dragon Age AU. Ex-Templar turned Reaver.

I will never get sick of drawing him. /never.

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Knox & Zithra: Egg Timer

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Zithra Side Drabble.

"Hey! Quarian!" 

Zithra looked up at the human man behind the kiosk. "Um, yes?"

"If you aren't going to buy anything, stop loitering! You'll drive away business!"

"Oh... Sorry." 

"Not as sorry as you're going to be if you don't beat it." Keelah... He looked really mad.

Zithra slowly started to back away, but bumped into something, or someone. She didn't take much time to look back. She simply muttered a sorry before walking away quickly. She could hear someone following her, thinking that it was probably the person she bumped into and pissed them off, she picked up the pace. She decided to turn down an alley leading away from the commons and she felt a hand on her shoulder, tugging her back. She turns with a raised fist, ready to punch the owner of the hand, and stopped mid way. Turned out that it was a tall Turian following her, and he hand his other hand raised in surrender.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Easy! I just wanted to make sure you were alright!" He said quickly. "You seemed a little spooked." 

"...So you followed me. Because I seemed spooked? Really? Keelah. I noticed someone was following me, who wouldn't be? And just cause a Quarian gets told to get lost, doesn't mean they need someone to make sure that we are okay. Only our immune systems are weak." She snapped, and instantly regretted it. She didn't apologize though, if the Turian wanted to be a nosy bosh'tet, he deserved it. She did find the situation familiar though. She couldn't quite place when she'd had a similar experience.

"Spirits. Sorry... Wait... Zithra? That you?" The Turian looked shocked, his mandibles moving quickly when he spoke. He seemed flustered, almost worried that he got the name or the person wrong. 

"Um... Yes? Do I...." She took a moment to study the Turian again before it clicked in her head. "D-D-Dekron??? Keelah! I haven't seen you since..."

"Since you finished your pilgrimage, and that last message after the Loreli." He finished for her. "So... Its been a while... How have you been?"

"Honestly? I was fine up until a little recently... Well, not really fine. But I could have been worse. Now... Now I'm not sure how I really am. I keep telling others I'm fine, they seem to believe it." She looked at Dekron and shook her head. "But I can't seem to lie around you. Never have." 

"Good, glad to know that I have this way of making people only speak the truth, even if its just my friends. Do you wanna talk about it, like old times?" He sounded amused, she wasn't sure at what. 

"I..." She sighed. "You know what? Sure. I need someone to talk to." 

"You don't have someone you can talk to aside from me? Really?"

"Not really... I don't really have anyone I can talk to this about on the ship..."

"Oh! You're on a new ship now? Which?"

"The Dunkirk... Its basically all humans."

"Ah. I thought you were fine around humans?"

"I was. Then something happened... Now I'm not so sure how to handle... Keelah. Lets go somewhere else. I don't want to talk about this out in the open." 

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Abby/Léon: Crates full of surprises

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Zaki&Zithra: Quarian Talk

For the first time in a few weeks, Zithra leaves the Main Battery on her own terms. By that meaning, not for food, or having Mess duty. She heard that there was another Quarian on the Dunkirk, which for the most part, surprised her. She made her way down to the crew quarters, relieved that the way down was littered with a few members of the crew, making her journey not as quiet as it would normally be.

Zithra entered the Crew Quarters as the door opened and closed behind her with an audible hiss. She saw the younger Quarian working on what looked like a doomed omnitool. Her head tilted to the side trying to wrap her head around who would let their tool fall into such a state. She took a few carefull steps towards the other Quarian and lightly tapped his shoulder.

"Wha!" Zaki jumped at the unexpected touch and hastily shut down his music. He looked to the side where a woman stood. A quarian to be precise. Ah, right! He remembered her. "Ah, uhm, excuse me, I uh, you startled me a bit. Zithra, correct?" He extended his hand and realized too late that he had the omnitool still working on that one. Before he'd give his crew mate an electrical shock he switched his hand."Sorry about that."

She couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her when she saw him react. "Yes, I'm Zithra'Karos Vas Loreli Nar Moreh. And you're Zaki if I remember right." She shook the second hand that was offered. "Its alright. I'm the one who should be sorry, for spooking you that is. How have you been settleing in?"

"Ah yes, Zaki'Koris vas Idenna, at your service.", he performed a mock-bow and shook her hand. "Ah no, you don't have to apologize, I am just easily scared, haha. I am settleing in alright, thank you! This-" he gestured towards the poor omnitool "is from one of the crew members actually, I am trying to repair it. I haven't actually looked at much of the Dunkirk's tech but I will definitely do it. I haven't been assigned to any asks yet though, so I am trying to help however I can."

"Keelah... Who would let their tool get to that state?!" She rubbed the forehead area of her visor and leaned against the nearest bunk. "I'm glad to hear you are settleing in well though. Don't worry about tasks just yet. You can take this time to meet the rest of the crew. Oh! Before I forget, any dextro food that you can't tolerate?"

"Uh, well I won't tell, hehe. Suffice it to say someone with not much technical expertise." He shut the tool down for now, giving it a rest after the long procedure. The cooling could only take so much at this point. "The cooling unit is practically blown up. I will see if I can get a new one to install." He rubbed his neck. "Ah, I will, I just might take it slow. And no, nothing yet, no allergies, just, uhm I will need a lot because, you know, metabolism and all that." He was quiet for a second. "Can I ask you something? Was it... this awkward to be on a human ship for you? I have only been on my pilgrimage a while ago and didn't make much contact to be honest so this is all just, uh, kind of... overwhelming, ehehehe."

Zithra grinned behind her visor at the young man. "I see!" She shook her head when he explained what happened to the cooling unit. "Ah good. Just making sure, I don't have to worry about what I make for us then. I'll just have to make more I guess." It took her a moment for everything to process. "Oh right! You're a biotic!" When she heard his question she sat down on the bunk she was leaning against. "Well... Yes and no. It was at first, then it got better..." 'But then I screwed up and had to make things awkward for myself.' She thought to herself. "You just need to remember that when things get overwhelming, you can take a few moments to yourself. Or you can talk to me if you think that would help."

"Ah. Well, good. I am not uncomfortable per se, just... Well, this is all new. I hope I don't mess everything up on my first mission." He rubbed his neck again, a bad habit that he could not quite shake. "Thank you for your offer though. I will take it, whenever I feel that way. Thank you." Zaki cleared his throat awakwardly. "So, uhm, how are we stocked on dextro food? I mean, I know it's a war and everything, just, uh, curious what I should prepare for, heh."

Zithra patted his shoulder lightly and gave it a small squeeze. "You'll do fine. Just do your best, and things will work out alright. And no problem. Its what I'm here for. That... And to make the dextro food I guess. And the occasional snipeing..." She shook her head and clasped her hands on her lap. "We are stocked pretty good actually. Most of it is that disgusting paste, but I do have a few things to work with for actual dishes. So for actual meal times, you can expect the dishes we make. But any other time, you can help yourself to the paste." She laughed nervously.

"Thank you. I'll do that." Zaki made a face under his visor. Nutrition paste. Yummy. "I remember that stuff from my pilgrimage. I... I will manage to keep it in my stomach I guess. Let's hope I can anyway, haha." He fiddled with his fingers. "So, uhm, have you... seen actual combat here yet?"

"I know its not the best. But now that we have you, we might get more actual Dextro food to help with that. So don't worry." Zithra leaned back on the bunk. "I have yes. The few times I've been out, we all work well together... On the battlefield. Sometimes not off, but thats what happens sometimes I guess."

"Ah it's not like Iwant to appear spoiled! We get what we need, noting more.", he hastily replied. Last thing he wanted was to be taken for a spoiled kid. "I guess... well it is such a diverse group and with those ex-cerberus people... tension I guess. It's good that we all have an outlet."

"Oh no Zaki. It wasn't meant to come across like that. Keelah..." She scratched the back of her neck piece then stilled at the mention of the ex-cerberus operatives. "Right... Them." Zithra sighed and nodded. "Outlets are nice to have yeah. Otherwise... I think we might have all gone crazy."

"I guess there's bound to be some trouble with a diverse crew such as this. Especially with so much negativity and doom looming over us." Zaki considered. "Well, while I sure as hell won't forget the attack on the Idenna, I think these people want to set something right. Might as well give 'em the chance."

"A good point. And I suppose so. But that one guy... Sharp? He kinda makes my suit crawl..." She shudders. "The other two seem okay I guess. I need to actually talk to them though..." Zithra sighed. "What do you think of them?"

Zaki considered for a moment. "Well I have talked to Salvador, I think was his name, he seems to be a good sort. Crude sense of humour but.. I found that rather charming to be honest. I have to wonder though what someone like him ever wanted in an organization like that. Makes me wonder how much I can gauge people after all." He sighed. He didn't actually mistrust people but these days his imagination ran wild with him and it didn't take much to imagine Salvador slaying people in the name of humanity with the same crude demeanor with which he cracked jokes. Frightening thought.

"He sounds... Interesting. Although, I have to admit. Just when you think you understand humans, you meet one that just tosses a glitch into the OS." Zithra sat up straight and tilted her head. "So that makes gauging people a hard thing to do. Just be careful okay?"

Zaki nods slowly. "Not an exclusively human thing though, I figure. Not that I know enough to judge for myself, hehe." His eyes followed Zithra's movements, easily being caught in getting effected by other's slightest changes in body language. He scoffs at her last remark though. "At this point I am not so sure we can afford being careful anymore. I mean they are already on the ship and we are in the middle of a war and... it's getting quite desperate."

Zithra raised her hands defensively. "Sorry. Didn't mean to offend you." She folds her arms over her chest and sighed. "But I suppose you are right. They are already here, and Keelah, we need their help." She stood up and adjusted her hood while turning to the door. "And on that note, I should probably leave you be... It was nice meeting you Zaki."

"Ah, none taken! You didn't offend me, it's alright, haha." He stands up out of habit when she leaves. "Ah, yes, if you want. I should probably get back on this thing anyway-!", he says, opening Sal's broken omnitool and immediatly being greeted by a small cloud of smoke and a warning sound. "...oooooor not. Well. The pleasure was mine, Zithra!"