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POV: you've accidentally stumbled onto niche asari government project discourse on Tumblr.com
You know your ttrpg is going well when your character wants to write an "in case I die here" letter to her partner. 😅
Heh, so I wrote this a while ago and while I'm still fairly proud of it I feel a little silly about writing it in the first place.
A passing reunion
Maxwell stepped onto the station dock behind his superior, glancing around furtively in his helmet. The dock was abuzz with activity as people of all species unloaded and loaded ships also docked at the station. He followed his superior up the dock and deeper into the hive of activity.
“I’ve got some business to attend to elsewhere, meet me back here in four hours.” His superior stated, gesturing to a standing map a few feet ahead.
“Yes ma’am.” Maxwell nodded once before striding off into the crowd to look around, removing his helmet as he did so.
There were quite a few shops lining the streets as he wandered, but none of them really struck his fancy. Mostly businesses selling various goods he wasn’t in the mood to buy. He’d been saving up for some better armor anyway, so it was best not to spend too much.
As he was passing a tacky souvenir shop, he noticed a familiar outline amongst the shoppers. As he walked closer he recognized the voice. Immediately he smiled and entered the shop, quieting his footsteps a little out of habit.
“Castor?” He asked, surprised.
The man turned his head, a large and familiar crooked grin spreading across his face.
“Maxwell!” Castor straightened from viewing some of the colorful wares.
“Castor! Dude, it’s been years! How’ve you been, man?” Maxwell grinned, opening his arms and pulling his old friend into a firm hug. Castor clapped him on the back then they released each other.
“I’ve been good! Not much to complain about really. You?” Castor nodded his head as he spoke.
“It’s been…a lot. But hey! What brings you here?” Maxwell asked.
“Oh you know, gotta resupply somewhere.” Castor shrugged. “Hey, why don’t we go catch up over a drink?” He gave a friendly slap to his friend’s left shoulder.
“Sure.” Maxwell shrugged, nodding his head. “I’ve got a few hours to kill.”
“Great! I know a place with some interesting drinks.” Castor gestured for Maxwell to lead the way out of the shop.
Maxwell obliged, then fell into step on the left of his friend as they forged their way through the crowd. They talked a bit about what they’d been up to since they’d last seen each other, interspersed with Castor pointing out shops of interest or to avoid for one reason or another. That one has terrible customer service, that one’s sorta illegal maybe, that one’s got an owner with a great personality, that one has killer deals but trashy products, etc, etc. Finally they reached their destination; a smoothie stall with a flavor list compartmentalized by species.
“They’ve got somewhere near one hundred and twenty flavors of smoothie. Twelve for each of ten known species. It’s crazy.” Castor mentioned. “The best thing though is to try flavors for other species. I’ve tried one or two flavors. I don’t recommend that one though.” He pointed to a flavor marked under ‘Volus’. “Makes your tongue numb and everything tastes like bacon.”
Maxwell laughed. “Doesn’t sound too bad actually.” He chuckled.
“You think that’s funny? No one could understand me for the rest of the day!” Castor laughed too.
“Maybe you should get it again.” Maxwell teased, playfully punching his friend in the right shoulder.
“Naaahhh, I don’t like bacon that much.” Castor shook his head, smiling.
“Fine. Which should I try, you think?” Maxwell glanced over the overwhelming list of flavors.
“Hmm… you try that one-” Castor pointed to one under ‘Turian’. “And I’ll try this one.” He moved his hand to indicate a flavor under ‘Elcor’. “Then we can swap and try both.”
“Sounds good to me.” Maxwell grinned.
Ten minutes later the two were sitting in a plaza area on the side of a step, sort of out of the way. It was a lot to catch up on, having not seen each other for five years. Three hours flew by, and Maxwell shot up when he noticed the clock on one of the columns.
“What’s wrong?” Castor asked, standing as well.
“I totally forgot! I gotta go. I’ll get in trouble if I’m not at the sign by the docks in ten minutes!”
“Shoot! Uhm… Quick! This way!” Castor indicated a direction with his head before taking off at a light jog.
Maxwell followed, a little confused but relieved that Castor was trying to help. They wove between main roads and back alleys, getting spat out at the docks seven minutes later.
“Thanks man. I owe you one.” Maxwell clapped Castor on the shoulder.
“See you later man. Hopefully soon.” Castor said a bit sadly, catching his forearm. They gripped one another’s forearms for a second, then Maxwell ran off towards the sign, shoving on his helmet as he ran.
An absolutely gorgeous commission/christmas gift from @varennecardoza, commemorating the time that Lani and Rana decided that sleeping under the bed was a viable alternative. Perhaps even a superior one...
It's been a while since she's posted but I seriously cannot recommend enough checking out her work. She's one of the most incredible artists I know and also just a cool person in general.
You can also find her work at https://www.instagram.com/vcardoza_art/
Our Mass Effect dnd session today was gloriously painful. I love it.
Indoctrination is terrifying and so much fun to roleplay!
Also accidentally hurt my party and myself by forgetting canon just long enough to tell Thane, "I hope we meet again soon under better circumstances."
😬
During their stay on the Citadel, Zeeyla spent most of her time at the hospital with Kaidan... when she wasn't busy being kidnapped and nearly murdered while protecting an insufferable Blasto.
Inarai D'Niala, mother of my Mass Effect ttrpg character Zeeyla D'Niala, at her home on Nevos. (Background is a screenshot from the end of ME3, which I headcanon as Nevos!)
Hey, I wanna babble about Kaidan and Zeeyla (my Asari Engineer in our ME5E ttrpg)! I've had fun playing with the 6 month interim between campaigns, and I feel like sharing their basic outline somewhere. 💜
They first saw each other outside Ambassador Anderson's office. Zeeyla's friend and crewmate is Alliance Commander Maria Florentino, who would often report back to Anderson. (They are not, however, an Alliance crew, and despite being registered as Alliance, their ship, The Victor, does not belong to the Alliance military. Zeeyla is Very Serious about this point and is glad that Maria holds the same stance.)
Kaidan was intrigued by the Asari and her fantastical drone (which looks like a winged darwinius in Bisexual jewel tones, with ultra-soft synthetic fur), and the melancholy in her pinged his protective streak. Zeeyla figured he recognized her from her extranet videos, and gave him an awkward wave with the plushie in her hand: a keeper. They were interrupted before they could talk.
(Her videos are a combination of educational sci-comm, hobby/personal rambles, and live accounts of their missions. Her videos and other social media posts often include a plushie along for the adventure.)
They actually met a little while later in the Wards, hit it off, and spent the rest of the day talking with each other. He complimented her by comparing something she said to Carl Sagan, and that's how he found out she's fascinated with first contact communications and the Golden Record in particular. They kept in contact, becoming the first person each wanted to talk to about things.
Neither of them was looking for a romantic relationship. Kaidan was focused on work and preparing for the reapers, and Zeeyla was disinterested in romance in general. After testing out the idea many decades ago, she came to the conclusion that it's just not for her. That doesn't stop Tali from teasing Kaidan: "You think I'd like her? Sounds like you like her!"
The Victor crew starts getting missions from Hackett rather than Anderson, and there's an attitude shift there. Anderson inspired loyalty. Hackett inspires ire.
I'm playing with the idea that several weeks later, they have overlapping visits to Arcturus, and Kaidan takes her to an exhibit on The Golden Record. Or possibly it's done via vid call while she's on Arcturus and he has some free time on Earth.
After that, she starts inadvertently, unconsciously being flirtatious with him. He tries to maintain platonic feelings, but they've both been falling hard without really realizing it.
When Zeeyla finds out the anniversary of Alchera is coming up, she insists on going to Earth to support him. She's been running errands for Hackett for months and she's taking time to do what she wants to do. Kaidan insists he'll be fine, but says he'd love to see her if she wants to come.
They initially have a few days together, just squeezing in visits around Kaidan's work schedule. They walk along the beach in Rio at lunchtime, eating street snacks and taking in the view. When they stop to watch the waves, he reaches for her hand, then hesitates, but she offers it to him and he takes it. It occurs to her how nice it would be to meld with him--platonically, obviously.
He turns her down at first. There's intel in his mind that needs to be kept secret, and he knows she has trouble keeping secrets (some might say it's her biggest Flaw). She assures him he's not obligated, and he doesn't have to justify himself. She also assures him, for future reference, that there are ways of maintaining privacy. They talk through how melds work, what steps can and should be taken to protect oneself and others. She's very protective in how she talks about it, and he ends up changing his mind.
The next day, they join their minds, sharing memories and introducing loved ones. They also share some troubled memories, including the trauma that Zeeyla's been carrying for the past several months, past the wall she's run into when trying to talk to him about it. Her escape from the Prothean homeworld--filled with such horrors as paralyzing indoctrination swarms, slime-filled underground caverns, a lake of doom, Collector mermaids, and a dead banshee at her feet--came at the cost of releasing a reaper, and she doesn't think her survival is worth the lives Imperator might destroy.
Their meld also revealed hints of romantic attraction between the two of them. With Kaidan, it manifested as golden light coming from behind a closed door, meant just for her, and she lingered in its warmth without pushing past the set boundary. Zeeyla's manifested as soft, nebulous wisps of dark energy, unknowable, but his.
Afterward, he admitted he wanted to kiss her...so she kissed him. They talked about building a romantic relationship together. Her flight response kicks in a little bit -- she's used to being an expert at what she does, she doesn't like feeling so inept, she doesn't want to ruin their relationship or hurt him, but she's invested in getting it right.
Shortly after, she takes an opportunity to go up to Mexico City to meet Maria's Tio Benito and attend his lectures on xenotechnologies, something she's wanted to do almost as long as she and Maria have been friends. She assures Kaidan she's not running away, and she'll be back soon...sooner if he needs her. He encourages her to go, and she sends him a lot of excited updates about the lectures, her lovely new friend, and the delicious food.
While she's away, Kaidan secures time off for the days surrounding the Alchera anniversary, and gets them a room at small beachside boutique hotel, a private base to return to. (There's only one bed!...but keep your hopes in check. lol) When she returns, they steal away, they explore the national park, they visit the Museum of Tomorrow (what does that look like in 2186?), they have dinner at a mountaintop restaurant, they drink caipirinhas together on the beach. She contentedly wears his hoodie, even though it has an Alliance logo on it.
They share a bed, but they keep their clothes on. They kiss and cuddle a lot, but back off a bit when things get too heated. Zeeyla finds herself wondering who made this rule, who set this boundary? (It was Zeeyla. Zeeyla did that.)
As Kaidan honors the memory of the Normandy and those who were lost, Zeeyla provides comfort or distraction, as needed. They drink to the Normandy. She offers another toast: to survival, and to building something together with the chance they've been given. She absolutely means it...but she also too-quickly finishes her drink. Shenanigans ensue, followed by a hangover, a migraine, and a lazy, blustery day.
The days run out too soon, and they both return to work.
In the weeks that follow, her flight response dissipates. She frequently teases Kaidan, "Tell your Mister Hackett to send us to Earth!" They eventually agree that after her next mission, she'll go back to Earth, Vancouver this time. The Victor crew visits Arcturus so Maria can get their orders.
The reapers arrive.