Post by PaladinKOSP on Apr 21, 2014 12:48:14 GMT -6
A undisclosed location in Nos Astra....
The sun beats down on him, with the sand drifting around him as it does. He was running, why was he running? Was he running to something, or running away from someone? It didn't matter, but he kept on running. An old ancient fortress comes into view, barely visible through the sand flowing around him. Was he running to there? And why was there fire.. and... blood? He then remember, stopping dead in his tracks. He knew he wasn't there anymore, he knew this was a dream, no... a nightmare. He tried desperately to walk up, to stop the nightmare so he can't see the blood, the destruction, their faces. Both krogans and turians alike stared at him, laying on the ground with dead, lifeless faces...
He blinks slowly for a moment, realizing what's around him. There's no one around, only him and his empty apartment. The turian slowly sits up in his bed, blinking slowly once more as he looks apon his hands, shaking slightly. He sighs, burying his face into his hands. "Spirits.." He slowly whispers to himself, pulling his head up from his hands. He throws the blanket off of him, planting his feet onto the floor next to the bed and slowly stands up sluggishly. Even though his nightmare shook him up from his slumber, he decided to just wake up early and continue his morning routine. First a shower, then taking good care of his teeth by brushing them. After that he made his own breakfast, the typical brunch of eggs, cereal, something to drink, etc.
A knocked comes from the apartment door. He instantly snaps his head to the sound. That's not right, this was suppose to be a secluded area, away from the public. "I'll be there in a second.." He yells to the person behind the door as he rushes to his room, hastily getting dressed in his usual casual attire, along with grabbing his pistol. He then cautiously exits his room and walks to the door, putting the barrel of the gun aimed through the other side. He types on the console next to him and the screen activates above it to show who's on the other side. The turian looks up to the screen and closes his eyes, drops his head and let's out a deep sigh. He lowers his sidearm and types on the console once again, this time opening the door. "You look like shit Artacus.. I thought you were such a clean freak." The other man bellowed. "Quiet old man.." Artacus replied, motioning him inside. "What's your ass doing here, Togris?" "Just checking up on my boy." Togris responded, looking around the apartment. "Actually.. you're still a bit neat I suppose." He was right, Artacus was known to be tidy. Too tidy infact, the apartment he was in was complete neat and spotless of any dirt. Each and every utensil is neatly stacked by each other. Napkins against the forks, spoons, and knives. The picture frames hanging in just the right position. Everything. "Don't touch anything.." Artacus commanded, placing his pistol against the kitchen counter. "Why did you come here?" The turian questioned Togris, sitting down in one of the kitchen seats and crosses his legs. The old turian walks forward to him, reaching a hand into his jacket and pulls out what seems to be a datapad. "A new job for you." The old man replied. Artacus looked down to the datapad and picked it up, reading the said "job" on the datapad.
It appears to be an expedition of some sort, discovering ruins of some dead civilization. "I'm not an archaeologist." The turian said, looking up to Togris. "Why me?" "I'd thought I'd give you something... different for a change." Togris responded, scratching the side of his neck. "Although you aren't an archeeologist. I know for a damned fact that you are a bit of a scholar." Artacus thinks for a moment, then sets the datapad down. "Fine... I better get paid after this." Togris chuckles softly, then lets out a hacking cough. "Ahem.. yeah. But, I do have another job along with that. Bounty hunting, it's your favorite after all." Artacus throws the old turian an unamused look. "Shut up and give me the job, then I'll do this expedition..."
The sun beats down on him, with the sand drifting around him as it does. He was running, why was he running? Was he running to something, or running away from someone? It didn't matter, but he kept on running. An old ancient fortress comes into view, barely visible through the sand flowing around him. Was he running to there? And why was there fire.. and... blood? He then remember, stopping dead in his tracks. He knew he wasn't there anymore, he knew this was a dream, no... a nightmare. He tried desperately to walk up, to stop the nightmare so he can't see the blood, the destruction, their faces. Both krogans and turians alike stared at him, laying on the ground with dead, lifeless faces...
He blinks slowly for a moment, realizing what's around him. There's no one around, only him and his empty apartment. The turian slowly sits up in his bed, blinking slowly once more as he looks apon his hands, shaking slightly. He sighs, burying his face into his hands. "Spirits.." He slowly whispers to himself, pulling his head up from his hands. He throws the blanket off of him, planting his feet onto the floor next to the bed and slowly stands up sluggishly. Even though his nightmare shook him up from his slumber, he decided to just wake up early and continue his morning routine. First a shower, then taking good care of his teeth by brushing them. After that he made his own breakfast, the typical brunch of eggs, cereal, something to drink, etc.
A knocked comes from the apartment door. He instantly snaps his head to the sound. That's not right, this was suppose to be a secluded area, away from the public. "I'll be there in a second.." He yells to the person behind the door as he rushes to his room, hastily getting dressed in his usual casual attire, along with grabbing his pistol. He then cautiously exits his room and walks to the door, putting the barrel of the gun aimed through the other side. He types on the console next to him and the screen activates above it to show who's on the other side. The turian looks up to the screen and closes his eyes, drops his head and let's out a deep sigh. He lowers his sidearm and types on the console once again, this time opening the door. "You look like shit Artacus.. I thought you were such a clean freak." The other man bellowed. "Quiet old man.." Artacus replied, motioning him inside. "What's your ass doing here, Togris?" "Just checking up on my boy." Togris responded, looking around the apartment. "Actually.. you're still a bit neat I suppose." He was right, Artacus was known to be tidy. Too tidy infact, the apartment he was in was complete neat and spotless of any dirt. Each and every utensil is neatly stacked by each other. Napkins against the forks, spoons, and knives. The picture frames hanging in just the right position. Everything. "Don't touch anything.." Artacus commanded, placing his pistol against the kitchen counter. "Why did you come here?" The turian questioned Togris, sitting down in one of the kitchen seats and crosses his legs. The old turian walks forward to him, reaching a hand into his jacket and pulls out what seems to be a datapad. "A new job for you." The old man replied. Artacus looked down to the datapad and picked it up, reading the said "job" on the datapad.
It appears to be an expedition of some sort, discovering ruins of some dead civilization. "I'm not an archaeologist." The turian said, looking up to Togris. "Why me?" "I'd thought I'd give you something... different for a change." Togris responded, scratching the side of his neck. "Although you aren't an archeeologist. I know for a damned fact that you are a bit of a scholar." Artacus thinks for a moment, then sets the datapad down. "Fine... I better get paid after this." Togris chuckles softly, then lets out a hacking cough. "Ahem.. yeah. But, I do have another job along with that. Bounty hunting, it's your favorite after all." Artacus throws the old turian an unamused look. "Shut up and give me the job, then I'll do this expedition..."