#tiberus

[dude-bro-tm]

Kit: drink me some bleach boys, yeet my soul! I wanna get tossed in a fricking hole, it's free real estate, free real estate

Dru and Ty: woo!

Julien: 👁👄👁

[mantis-scope-moved]

“What-?!”

Oh, but Garrus was so good at keeping his cool. Usually. Yet here he was, hands on Tiberus Cormus’ desk, mandibles flaring instinctively with hostility.

Tiberus didn’t exactly care. 

“You can’t be serious, General, this isn’t an alliance-- this is a buyout!” Garrus leveled eyes on him, trying very hard to keep his cool. “And how-- how dare you think that we have the same goals as them! They’re not a protection force, they’re mercenaries.”

“They’re listed publicly as a private security firm, actually,” Tiberus answered offhandedly. 

“Bullshit. We’re here-- I’m here-- to serve and protect the people, all people. You know why you don’t see YOHRA in impoverished sectors? Because they can’t afford it. They work for the rich, and screw everybody else. If they could, the rest of the population that can’t afford higher living would be detached from the Ark and floated off into dark space!”

“That’s enough, Vakarian.”

“I am respectfully declining your invitation to participate in this program, General, put me on leave instead.”

“I’m not asking you,” Tiberus answered, those dark eyes flashing up at him dangerously. “You participate in the program, or you’re fired.”

Now that made Garrus pause, withdrawing from his somewhat hostile position.

It seemed Tiberus was happy enough to take his advantage. He shifted just a bit, eyes flickering back down to his work. “I’m sure the Primarch would love to hear about that, wouldn’t he? Failing in the Geth War, losing your nerve in the last Krogan uprising, then he can’t even function as a security officer. Maybe you’ll be better off as a mall cop?”

Garrus stood rigid, his mandibles easing down, twitching with little quiet clicks. Again, he had to fight to keep what was left of a level head. Even as Tiberus rose from his seat to look him in the eyes, Garrus kept his head down.

“I know you, Vakarian. I’m from Palaven too. ...And I won’t hesitate to make your life miserable if you start fucking with me now. ...So turn around, go home, and think long and hard about what your priorities are.”

“...Sir.”

It was all he said as Garrus turned to skulk out.

[trskobold]

Some quick sketches of Scare I did today.

[pytobo-blog]

Ah yes, one member outta four I'm making for my own little horror thing. You might remember this boy from a while back and well, he’s been in production since then. I plan on making him some brightly coloured demonic guy, Though not gonna be the demonic presence/god they are all hailing. He’s mostly just a full blown yandere physco. He was also bestowed regeneration abilities by the demon boi. Named him Tiberus

So stay tuned for his fellow cultists coming around. 

Or just more art of my son