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[theawokenqueen-archive]

@zakeracop

It had been a long time coming. Ever since negotiations had finished with Aria, Mara had begun looking into reach out to the Citadel Council now that she had a way into the galactic community. Allying herself with the Queen of Omega may not have been the best step if she wanted to come to amicable terms with the Council, but it was preferable to the regulations that would come with being a “new species”. Besides... she had found an interest in Aria and how she ran her domain; the alliance certainly wasn’t a mistake, that was for sure.

But now she had her sights set on the Council as well, and that meant a diplomatic trip to the Citadel. It had been all arranged ahead of time, of course; she had surprised the Council with an appearance over the comms through Omega Station, and they had seem intrigued by the Queen and her Awoken people.

Unfortunately, being on the Citadel meant she needed an escort, and one of her own guards didn’t cut it for the Council; they wanted one of their own to accompany the Queen of the Awoken, and as such, Commander Bailey was given the duty of making sure the Queen got where she needed to be on the Citadel. But she wasn’t the only one he was escorting, as it turned out.

Mara stepped onto the private docking bay that her ship had been directed to, eyes scanning the relatively empty space. There was a keeper working away at a terminal, and a couple of dock workers, but it was otherwise empty. Well, beyond the people that had come to meet her, that is.

Stepped off the ship just after her was an Awoken girl of about thirteen. She, unlike her mother, was dressed rather casually (this had been an argument before they had left for the relay), but the deep purples and golds she wore still gave her the look of royalty. The Princess was young, but Mara had decided she needed to see how negotiations worked sooner, rather than later. And introduce the Council to her heir properly, of course.

“This place is weird. Do I really have to be here?” Ronja whined in Reeftongue.

“English, little one. Our language does not translate as of yet.” The Queen turned her eyes to those waiting on the dock. “I suppose you are the chosen escort for this meeting?”

[zakeracop]

[[ *snaps thermal clip into pistol with a grunt* There’s gonna be hell t’ pay for whoever broke my tag.

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[theroguesniper]

[[Is that... a Mass Effect/Star Trek crossover I'm seeing on my dash?

IS IT, ROZ? IS IT? WITH NONE OTHER THAN JADZIA DAX?

Oh my lord, someone help me, I am not okay.

-dresses Garrus up in a yellow Federation uniform- -hums innocently-

EDIT: After about two minutes of digging using my shitty internet, I have discovered that this is, in fact, Ezri Dax and not Jadzia. My bad. STILL, THOUGH. STILL.]]

[liselletloak]

What did it feel like to "die"?

It was cold. The dull sting of the blade still made her skin crawl and ache, but the pain was gone as her blood flowed free. It was making her feel dizzy, cold, confused. She didn't know what was going on, and her eyes could barely focus on the ceiling above her. She wanted to call out, call for Paul, or Aryna, or Aria, but not a single sound could leave her throat. Instead, a harsh, metallic taste bubbled in the back of her mouth, but she couldn't even roll over to spit it out.

A sharp pain shot through her neck, and she let out a strangled cry, but the pain didn't stop. Aryna was trying to seal the wound, or at least slow the bleeding, but every touch was agony to Liselle. But the heavy drugs in her system wouldn't let her move, and all she could do was cry and hope Aryna took pity on her and stop.

The young Asari was nearly unconscious by the time Aryna was done, a mixture of the drugs and her mind simply wanting to shut down from the pain, but the older mercenary wouldn't let her sleep. But Liselle wanted to. The dark was inviting, quiet, and painless, and all she needed to do was close her eyes. But each time she did, Aryna tapped on her temple until she couldn't ignore it any longer. She had to stay awake, stay alive for as long as possible, even if she didn't want to.

Aryna kept her awake even when Aria's people appeared to collect the red sand, only to find the drugs gone, and Liselle lying lifeless on the bed. Aryna had left her long enough to make it seem like she had just been on her way to help, and once more people were there, they were all touching her, examining her, looking for any evidence for who had "killed" her.

Aria was the last one to arrive, but Liselle could barely see her. She tried so hard to reach out to her, to call out to her like a frightened child, but both commands were stopped before she could even try. But now that Aryna had stopped touching her, and everyone else had stepped back, more focused on what lay around their supposedly dead princess, she could finally close her glassy eyes.

Dying was slow. It was not easy, or peaceful like so many people want to believe. It was terrifying, painful, and that darkness that began to engulf her right before she woke up was not welcoming or warm. It was cold, dark, and frightening.

It was both startling, and relieving when she woke up in Huerta a few days later.

[theroguesniper]

zakeracop replied to your post:Status Report: Extremely behind on paperwork

[[No stress, man. Important stuff is important. We’ll be here when things settle down. Congrats on getting this important person back and all. :) ]]

[[Thanks Roz, you're great ;w; -huuug-

His name's Matt ;3]]

[theroguesniper]

zakeracop replied to your post:[[PLEASE ALSO NOTE: October is midterm month. Do...

[*encouraging noises*]

[[Ehehehehe thanks, dear!! You're the best. Best Roz. Yes yes good. <3 I SHALL MAKE IT THROUGH. Somehow. I wonder if this time the English Lit midterm will be in groups again. Hm.]]

[ofparagonheart]

zakeracop:

What, you thought this Sidonis would just serve himself up on a platter? [bitter smile] Never that easy, Shepard. People on a station this size are awfully good at disappearing.

Yeah, well, this just adds to the list of shit that keeps piling up. [sighs] And it never is, but this is only the start.

[forthesoulofmyspecies]

zakeracop

   "Look at it this way, Bailey. It may not be the best job in the world to be promoted into, but at least it came with a seriously upgraded desk. Unlike your last one, this one just screams 'I am important, take me seriously'. That's a plus, right?"