Sins of The Father

Independent Mass Effect Role-Play blog for Kolyat Krios. Current Hiatus

[theforgottenson]

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[theforgottenson]

Yeah, I guess this goes without saying, but on hiatus from this blog. Sorry for those i have threads with, I just don't have my muse.  I am currently dabbling in the FF fandoms, and really need a break from Mass Effect.  It was a long time coming, tbh.  Feel free to message me if you have questions, i will occasionally check in.

[dee-of-abudhabi]

“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.” 

―Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

[syntl]

She gave his hand a firm shake and released it. “Okay,” she said with a light smile and a bow of her head, “Let me amend that - it’s nice for me to see another of my kind. I haven’t seen another drell in years. Granted, I don’t get out much. My…job keeps me out of the public eye a lot, so for all I know there are hordes of us here.” Now that she thought about it, he could have been here for years as well, for all she knew - she really did need to get out more. “You, Kolyat, are the first that I’ve seen, and that makes you a welcome sight to me. Would it be acceptable to inquire how long you’ve been here?” 

[theforgottenson]

syntl:

Syn stopped cold in her tracks, greeted by a sight she did not expect to see. Another drell on the Citadel. She wondered how long he'd been here. She's lived on the Citadel for a few years now, but she primarily kept to herself and her duty to Arashu. Still, she would have thought she'd have seen him if he'd been here long. She approached him slowly, taking in his similar coloring. She missed seeing her own kind. "It's nice to see another drell upon the Citadel. I am Syn." She held out her hand.

theforgottenson:

Another drell… Even though their kind weren’t a common sight on the Citadel, Kolyat would never think to stop and chat, effectively drawing attention to himself or the drell in question.  As she approached him, he quickly glanced her over and was taken back by the extension of her hand.  She must have picked up on the human custom, and he timidly extends his. “I suppose… Name’s Kolyat.” 

A low grunt of acknowledgement, bringing hand to a clasped position behind his back after the handshake. "As far as I know, you're observation is correct.  There are few of us, but you have to be looking." He shifts on leather boots, absently looking around. "I'd say just under a year... From Kahje.  Yourself?" 

[lyricashepard]

Lyrica gave a small sigh. How do you reach someone whose eyes are wide shut? Whose ears refuse to listen? Well, she never had been one to give up.”He refused my leave to save lives. And, yes, they are human, but it doesn’t matter about the species, I and most of my crew would be doing this even if it was for the vorcha,” she said with a shiver. “Because nobody deserves that fate, even if I don’t like them.”

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[theforgottenson]

Well isn't that that just fantastic... Even with the Compact deep in the assassin's past, Thane still feels it necessary to save and protect those people whom he owes nothing... Why not spend that time finding the son he abandoned for ten years, and work to heal the poison that he left behind?

So many questions... None which this human has any right to discuss or lend an opinion on.  Her speaking only further shuts him out and angers him. "Yes, so he decides ten years is the appropriate amount of time to reestablish contact... to try and make amends..." he shakes his head, scowling. 

And why is she telling him this?  Is he supposed to offer his sympathies?  Refusing, he crosses his arms tightly over his chest, eyebrow ridges deeply furrowed. "Why tell me any of this?  Is it supposed to make me feel better?  Because it doesn't." 

Shepard's emotions aren't enough to make Kolyat feel anything.  Not when his own indignant rage is tight like thick rope around his neck, suffocating him and making him want to hurt someone... With clenched fists, he drops arms back to his sides.  What is she holding, he wonders?  As far as he's concerned, this conversation is over. 

[commander-adara-red-shepard]

Adara Shepard did not want to be at Huerta Memorial Hospital.

Shepard did not like hospitals, had never liked hospitals, and Huerta was no exception - no matter how nice and pretty and pleasant the view was. It still stank of decay in the way only hospitals could, of disinfectants and bleach and whatever else could be used to mask the stench of the dead and the dying. Yes, Huerta Memorial Hospital was no different. “It’s freeing to find no requirements placed on me. No responsibilities, no fears. It is a good end to a life.” Shepard’s obligatory scowl deepened. Maybe there was one thing that was different. How dare he. She remembered those six months on Earth - the constant worry, the dread, the mind-numbing fear - not for herself. Not of the Batarians. Not Cerberus, or the Alliance. Not even of the Reapers. She remembers the letters she writes, after the first dozen vid messages she sends never gets a reply or even an indication of having been received - pages and pages and pages of nothing in particular, but infinitely sweeter and more loving than anything Shepard had ever felt before, let alone said aloud. Dozens of letters, never to be seen by the person for whom they were meant for. Those words were probably a pile of ashes, buried amidst a sea of the dead. But the way he talks now, I doubt he would even care… Immediately, Shepard feels the sting of guilt wash over her anger and hurt. She shouldn’t be worrying over her love life - not when so many were dying. Not when she had a job to do. Shepard sighs, a frustrated exhalation of breath, and steps away from the picture windows. She still had business at Huerta, and the sooner she visited Kaidan - and wasn’t that another case of unresolved anger and heartache - the sooner she could go back to wallowing - preferably with a tumblerful of brandy in one hand and a cigar in the other. Shepard is halfway towards the inpatient wings when she hears a raspy voice call out her name. She turns and sees the familiar blue-green and black scales, the deep, dark eyes that were familiar and not at the same time. Shepard feels her frown soften slightly. “Kolyat. It’s good to see you again. I hope you’re well.” Shepard nods in understanding. “I only left very recently. As soon as the Reapers attacked. I needed to see the Council.” Shepard looks away when Kolyat mentions his father. She could feel the weight of her visit with Thane weigh her down and blacken her mood again. His calm, resigned nature, her desperation, the words she spat out in her anger… “Yes, we’ve spoken very recently.” She felt unwilling to say more about herself. Instead, she turned the conversation onto Kolyat, and said: “Your father says you’ve been visiting often, Kolyat. He seemed so happy. I’m glad, too.”

[theforgottenson]

There is concern etched deep within onyx eyes.  She's... different somehow.  Harder, more serious, worn down...  The last six months must not have been easy, and he has not a clue what's happened between the Commander and his father.  Long lost is the woman who teased him, tried to make him smile and show him that people can actually care about him.  He wonders where she went.

"As well as I can be..." Did she know? Did she know of their trip to earth and his father's quickly declining health?  He doesn't bring it up, only studying her expression to try and decipher if the assassin and her had spoken yet.  They must have if she was at Huerta... 

"They kept you-" he snaps angrily, shaking his head. "They kept you locked up for that long?!" He can't believe it.  Perhaps the invasion wouldn't have been as bad if she was never locked up.  Shepard would have found a way to delay it, to stop it.

The mood of their interaction darkens further, seemingly closing herself off at the mention of his father.  Did she not know of the look in his eyes when he spoke of her?  The distant stare and crooked smile as the assassin daydreamed over their shared time together?  Did she not receive the video messages he had sent?  

"Yes, I have.  I asked to be assigned patrol around Huerta, to stay close... We live near each other now, in the Presidium high rise apartments..." Kolyat is stoic, expression calm and unwavering.  But it's only a mask.  The knowledge that his father's disease progresses at an alarming rate is heavy in his mind.  The assassin didn't have long, nor did Kolyat in having a somewhat 'normal' relationship with him.  

"He has a few treatments a week... All, um... therapeutic, of course..." he trails off, feeling a brief flash of anger for the disease and finality of it.  Even if a cure existed, even if a lung transplant were an option... his father would simply refuse. 

[quietparagon-deactivated2016120]

A part of her wants to reassure but, she doesn’t swallowing the urge with ease. Another sigh, softer this time. “I have feeling your workload isn’t going to lighten for a long time. With the war and the hard hit from the Coup.” A hand, not occupied with a datapad rubs softly at her neck. “Mm, I can’t really say. I’m alive and still fighting, all that counts… … Ah, today is just minor errands. Shopping that my Requisition Officer couldn’t get. Already quite done with the Council for now.”

[theforgottenson]

A slow nod, keeping his gaze ahead. "I feel you're correct on that... They moved my patrol to the refugee camps. I doubt I'll be working less than sixty hours a week till either this damn war is over, or till I quit." Glancing her direction, he regards her thoughtfully. He really doesn't know how she pushes on, knowing the weight of all the lives on her shoulders. "It does... And uh, it's appreciated.  I can't imagine the things you see, we are all so sheltered here on the Citadel... I fear that Kahje will be hit next..." 

[quietparagon-deactivated2016120]

Eme nods gently and continues to move in her intended direction. She gives him one of her own looks, perhaps more scrutinizing just to see if she decipher Kolyat’s well being. “I headed that way. How’ve you been, Kolyat? Bailey’s not overworking you or anything?”

[theforgottenson]

"Well enough..." he rasps, stuffing hands in his pockets. "Hmph... I wish I could say otherwise, but C-Sec has its hands full.  Busier than I'd like, but I'm sure it's better here than it is out there... And you...?  Business with the council or something today?"

[theforgottenson]

Syn stopped cold in her tracks, greeted by a sight she did not expect to see. Another drell on the Citadel. She wondered how long he'd been here. She's lived on the Citadel for a few years now, but she primarily kept to herself and her duty to Arashu. Still, she would have thought she'd have seen him if he'd been here long. She approached him slowly, taking in his similar coloring. She missed seeing her own kind. "It's nice to see another drell upon the Citadel. I am Syn." She held out her hand.

Another drell... Even though their kind weren't a common sight on the Citadel, Kolyat would never think to stop and chat, effectively drawing attention to himself or the drell in question.  As she approached him, he quickly glanced her over and was taken back by the extension of her hand.  She must have picked up on the human custom, and he timidly extends his. "I suppose... Name's Kolyat." 

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The Favor

[dimitteme-deactivated20140630]

After a short while, Thane stands, arming himself then moving into the front room. It was all familiar to him, always getting ready for the next mission. But this was still different.

Swift and near silent were his steps as he made his way to the door, but he stopped before reaching it, looking back at Kolyat with an almost reassuring smile; “I will be back as soon as possible. Be well, Kolyat.”

Thane had no way of knowing how this would turn out. The krogan could easily kill him in a heartbeat if he knew exactly how. Though this did not unnerve him, it never did. And so he was out the door, gone now to search for any information he could find on his target.

[theforgottenson]

It was not the father's footsteps that interrupted the teal drell's thoughts, but the duel-toned, raspy voice.  Kolyat was surprised how quickly he could be snuck up on. "Yeah, alright..." he mumbled from his seat.  

The thought of course crossed his mind... What if aiding his son was to be the assassin's final mission?  Would the younger drell have said everything he wished to say, or be forced to live with eternal memories of regret?  

Pride and stubbornness won.  Unmoving, he only observed as his father opened the door for departure.  Kolyat's silence magnified the sinking and tightness in his gut... But at least it was reassurance that he actually cared if his father lived or died.

The only thing Kolyat managed before the door shut was, "See you soon." Hopefully the weight behind those words carried over, an optimistic goodbye that promised father would return, and a son would be waiting.  

[lyricashepard]

Lyrica blew an errant lock of golden brown hair out of her face. “What he did to you wasn’t right, I won’t pretend it was. It was dead wrong. But he had been searching for you. For quite some time, as a matter of fact, that’s how he found out about your contract. That information didn’t just fall into his lap out of the blue. His contacts were looking for you; I had EDI, our ship’s AI and a friend of mine, who’s an information broker, looking into your whereabouts. He wanted to find you before…he - he died,” she said softly.  

She straightened her shoulders to muster her courage. “This ‘space romp’ can save billions of lives. It isn’t some lark or a whim, Kolyat. Nothing so minor would take him from you now that he has found you again. It is the lot of some to stand. It is my lot and he volunteered to make it his lot…and it is the lot of everyone on my team. We are not disregarding the people in our lives…our loved ones, by making this stand. We are making this stand to right a wrong, to prevent the suffering of billions of people. Billions, Kolyat. There is nothing he wants more than  to make things right with you… but he cannot ignore what is happening to those innocent people…” her voice trailed off. “I gave him leave to go, but he refused, said he needed to make amends for the life he lived…” she mumbled.

[theforgottenson]

Perhaps she's telling the truth, but it doesn't matter to the young drell.  The past cannot be fixed simply because a father sought peace before death. "How convenient... Make amends because he simply can't die without forgiveness..." Kolyat scoffs, shaking his head with arms tightly folded across his chest.

He's trying to stay in control of his emotions... Trying to reign in deep frown and flush of anger that has saturated ribbing and slightly flared his frill.  But it's written all over his face.  The anger is not something he can control or will away.  

And now the Commander is basically telling him he's selfish?  Kolyat simply can't believe what he's hearing and is half tempted to flee.  Arguing with this practical stranger over his very private life, information he would have never willingly shared.

"People... you mean humans? He does all this to save humans. What of the millions on Rakhana, since you're feeling so generous with your savior mentality?" Not even Kolyat himself could believe that he had just spoken to Commander Shepard this way.  But he truly didn't care. 

"So he refused your leave... I don't understand how he lives under the pretense that more wrongs done, more sins committed, is righteous and will grant him forgiveness..."