#spectreadriana

[xenoscience-studies]

spectre-adriana replied to your post:“What I want most of all is to know what I want.”

[snorts with a sigh] It figures. They wouldn’t need us if problems could just be solved in a lab.

[modestly] Would still need me, Shepard. Someone else might get it wrong. [large eyes narrowing in slight smile]

[xenoscience-studies]

“What I want most of all is to know what I want.”

Mm. [wide mouth turns down at the corners] Eternal existential quandary, Shepard. Unfortunately...have no answers. [with slight wry humor] Difficult problem for laboratory analysis.

[tavianalvia]

spectre-adriana

Tavi hummed quietly as he approached the Normandy again, a stark difference from his nerves the first time.  His mandibles fluttered as he notified a dock worker that he needed the commander - her other package had arrived and he didn’t feel right handing it to anyone but her. 

[theawokenqueen-archive]

spectre-adriana

There was an unfamiliar presence hovering near her realm, and Mara was waiting to see what it did. They had detected the unknown vessel at the edge of Reef space a couple of hours ago, but it had yet to breach their borders, so Mara saw no reason to take action. It had come closer since, but it seemed to know that it was reaching a line that was not to be crossed.

“What do you think, brother?” she asked, looking to the man at her right. Uldren shifted his weight back and forth, a frown creasing his brow.

“Ignore it, or chase it off. I see no reason to invite within our borders,” he replied. This didn’t surprise Mara in the least; her brother was not very welcoming to outsiders, but this time he had a good reason. The ship at their borders was a warship of some kind, but it had yet to make a broadcast that could be read as friendly or hostile.

“We’ll see,” she said to her brother, before leaning forward to press a comm on the panel in front of her. “I want two Corsairs to approach the vessel; if it is friendly, allow it passage. If not, you may fire at will.”

As soon as she had straightened she could see two blue Reef ships uncurling themselves from the wreckage of the Reef and shooting off towards the strange ship. She linked herself in to the comm to listen in on what was being said between her Corsairs, and this strange ship.

“Unknown vessel,” said one Corsair, broadcasting across a few different frequencies in hopes of catching one this unknown vessel was using, “you have crossed into the realm of the Awoken. Identify yourself and state your business, or be fired on by order of the Queen.”

[tavianalvia]

spectre-adriana

“...I have like eighteen questions about why you need a package with a confetti gun but I think I’ll just ask if you’re sure this is for you?”

[iwasgoingtobringmusic]

“Mistake?” Adriana tilted her head with concern. She had never known Tali to make a mistake. Or at least, she had never heard about any. Shepard ran a hand through her auburn hair in confusion. “What.. mistake? You had no idea what your father was planning with those parts, Tali.” Her tone softened and she rest a hand reassuringly on the quarian’s shoulder. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know…” Shepard wasn’t quite sure she felt convincing, but she hoped that’s how she sounded.

Concern filled Adriana’s eyes as she studied her friend’s face mask for any clue to her meaning. She thought back to when they discovered the body of Tali’s father on the Aleri. The Commander had been trained to expect anything and adapt, but she wasn’t prepared for having to watch her friend listen to her father’s dying words. It put into perspective something she didn’t feel comfortable or properly equipped to deal with. Family. Is that what she meant?

spectre-adriana

   Tali shifts awkwardly on both feet as Shepard responds in what Tali assumes is a comforting fashion, her her shaking left to right in the traditional human ‘no no’ sort of way. When she looks up and sees all the concern riddled upon her friend’s face, she frowns, and once again looks back towards the ground. She hates to see her best fiend put through so much pain by her own question.

“It is my fault, though,” she responds softly, edging herself towards the spacious bed in the corner and plopping herself down hard upon it, ruffling up the covers as her eyes once again look towards her feet. “It is my fault,” she repeats, twitching. “And you know it is. Please... It is OK to admit it to me, Shepard. I did something wrong, and I know I did something wrong. Y... Y... Y-you agree, yes?”

[truest-friend-noblest-foe]

✌ - One of our characters runs into the other (literally)

It was hardly the first time Matty had been to the Citadel. But it was still a new enough experience that he was somewhat awed by the size of the place. He’d spent a lot of time in recent years breaking in raw recruits on Earth, and it was good to be out in space again, but one tended to forget how scale expanded once you left a planet’s surface.

It was beautiful. He stood in the wards corridor near Flux and looked out over the ward-arms with a pensive expression, letting the atmosphere soak through him. There was much to think about lately. The official news from the Council and the admiralty was that everything was normal -- but there was no mistaking the regular news of geth attacks on Terminus colonies. Something was going on that was being hushed up. 

He had come to the Citadel on his leave to see if he could learn more about it; so far he’d been stymied at every turn. Frustrating...but then again, to be expected with politicians. You needed to find the right way to ask your question or you would get no answer at all.

With this bolstering thought, he turned abruptly from the wide window vista, and smacked head-on into a woman standing behind him. “Ahh-- damn. I’m sorry. Are you all ri--?”

He broke off in the middle of the question, realizing who he’d run into, and snapped sharply to attention. “Commander Shepard, isn’t it?” he asked the younger woman with the faint hint of a smile. “My apologies.” He wondered if she would recognize him. He’d followed her career -- all the more closely these days, of course -- but it had been a very long time since they’d met in person.

[officer-reynolds]

“Commander.” Tanil snapped into a salute, but paused. She glanced at her hand that she saluted with, waving her hand back and forth before slowly lowering it. Old habits, she wasn’t in the Alliance anymore, she really didn’t need to salute anymore. Still. She stood up straight, her hands behind her back. “The Council requested I speak with you regarding... things. They preferred to not speak with you directly about matters.”

spectre-adriana