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Post by Maelstrom on May 2, 2014 12:05:04 GMT -6
After taking another sip of tea, Maelstrom said, "So, what about you, Iskra? What are you going to do now?"
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Post by Murchadh on May 2, 2014 12:24:09 GMT -6
The sound of the elevator rising announced the arrival of the ships mech pilot. Steeping out of the elevator the scot was still whipping a red liquid from his hands with a now red rag with a smile on his face. " Guid day troaps hoo a' fowk daein. "
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Post by PaladinKOSP on May 2, 2014 12:56:21 GMT -6
Artacus turned his gaze to the other human. His name was Eric, if he recalled. And who seemed to be in charge at the moment when Maelstrom was "imprisoned." The turian turned his head to Eric, giving him a full view of his face. The only thing that you can make up about his face is his whitish-gray color and that he has no facial markings, making him what other turians call "barefaced".
"I found a room that shows you the history of the civilization as if you were there for that historic moment." The turian said, typing on his omni-tool. "It was a battle, between the species we have encountered and what most of you think are the Geth. But by my knowledge, this battle took place way before the Geth were created." He pulls up a screen of one of the images his took, a full picture of one of the vessels, very similar to the one that attacked the Citadel. "Take a good, hard look."
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Post by dargene on May 2, 2014 13:01:27 GMT -6
A soft Ding sound awoke Meldom from sleeping, he opened his eyes groggily and watched as the glass door to the sleeper slowly opened, stepping out he started to stretch and yawn, he could see the spaceport bustling outside a window.
Guess we arrived then huh.
He started to move towards the eating area to some form of drink, ignoring the people he passed with not so much as a glance in their direction, after reaching the kitchen he started to place a blend of Salarian type coffee into the coffee maker and waited for it to boil while getting a mug out of the cupboard.
After a few minutes after the coffee had boiled he poured it into his mug and started to take small sips of the Salarian brew, as if by magic his eyes and face lit up almost at once, he moved to the eating area table and sat down still sipping the coffee from the mug and activating his omnitool.
He placed the mug down for a while to use his omnitool, alternating between sipping the steaming coffee and reading something.
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 2, 2014 15:02:23 GMT -6
"Take a good, hard look."
Eric did, taking in every detail of the squid-like machine in Artacus’ holo. The resemblance between it and the machine in the Citadel attack was much too close for comfort. He leaned in more. “Myyyy god… my friend… you just proved an old pet theory of mine.” Eric settled in his seat again and explained.
“Shepard and some others were startin’ ta go on ‘bout these things after the Citadel attack. Reapers, they called ‘em. Said there were thousands of these things in dark space ‘bout to invade. Like most people I wrote it off as being impossible. Paranoia. Then I started thinkin’ bout it; Shep was really sincere, after all. I humored our hero, did a bit o’ research and ran a few numbers. The geth were created over three hundred years ago by the quarians, right? A mech that big needs a lotta metal, lotta resources committed to its construction. One squid you might be able to hide, but even if the geth worked round the clock churning out one after another they could probably make a couple dozen at most between then and now. Build many at once…. well you’d see traces o’ some activity now, wouldn’t ya? A war machine like that would’ve eaten up all the resources in the Perseus Veil; the geth woulda had to spread out to find more. We would’ve run into them much sooner, seen evidence of strip mining ops across several worlds. But the geth had never been seen beyond the Perseus Veil until recently! So the squid they used on the Citadel wasn’t built by them… it was found… and if your squid is as least as old as the ruins… Jesus… maybe the end really is extremely fucking nigh…“
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on May 2, 2014 19:18:59 GMT -6
"It's been an honor to know you Shala'Bekk vas Neema," said the batarian as he extended a hand.
She took it without hesistation, without fear. "It's been an honor to know you as well, Cruendi'has Tarmikos," she said. "May the spirits of the ancestors guide you as you travel to distant shores."
If she had not been wearing her suit, he would've seen her blush in embarrassment. "That is the common blessing given to young quarians when they set out on their Pilgrimage," she explained.
"There are some others I would like to speak to now," she said. "Is there anything else?"
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Post by Esteban Bridges on May 2, 2014 20:32:16 GMT -6
Esteban's expression froze, keeping his inner turmoil to himself. Like most people in the galaxy, he heard everything about Shepard's assertions about this mysterious race he kept on called 'Reapers.' Though like quite a few of them, he wasn't sure what to make of it. He wanted to believe Shepard, but it all seemed too far fetched. But now. Now, he didn't know.
"So the squid they used on the Citadel wasn’t built by them… it was found… and if your squid is as least as old as the ruins… Jesus… maybe the end really is extremely fucking nigh…“
His inner dialogue didn't really resolve anything, so he took it external.
"I don't know," Esteban joined in on the conversation. "I always thought it was a Prothean ship. But... but now? What if it's a derelict ship? Or... or what if it's..."
Esteban paused to take a breath to compose himself.
"It all really seems so big. I'm still trying to make sense out of the Keepers there... or the bugs... any thoughts on them?"
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Post by grandest on May 3, 2014 9:59:15 GMT -6
"There are some others I would like to speak to now," she said. "Is there anything else?" Cruendi'has smiled, "I won't take up anymore more of your time. And thanks again for the gun." He let her off the proverbial hook and made his way over to the group at the table next to his. "It all really seems so big." Esteban intimated. "I'm still trying to make sense out of the Keepers there... or the bugs... any thoughts on them?" "Not something I'd like to deal with again." Cruendi'has responded. "Seriously though, do we know anything solid on what the hell was going on back there?"
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 13:04:10 GMT -6
Iskra considered Maelstrom's words as he spoke. His reasoning was so different from hers, yet she couldn't deny that at the core they were the same. She'd be lying to herself if she hadn't listened to conversations in the kitchen to gage the people she was sharing a ship with. Trying to get a sense of them from their armor as she applied the seeker formula. Noticing the way some were drawn to others while those on the fringe stayed there...
"So, what about you, Iskra? What are you going to do now?"
"Back to my research." Iskra responded calmly, "Once River is in the right hands, I will gather supplies and head back for Rahkana." She takes a delicate sip of her tea.
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Post by Maelstrom on May 3, 2014 13:19:17 GMT -6
"Once River is in the right hands, I will gather supplies and head back for Rahkana," the drell doctor said before taking another small sip of tea.
Maelstrom nodded. "We all have our own life's work. If not, I imagine none of us would be risking our lives on jobs like these." He took another sip of the tea as well, relishing the warmth and peace that spread throughout his body as the liquid made its way down his throat. "Make sure to keep in touch, though, Doctor. And let me know if you ever need a hand out of a tight situation. The galaxy needs more people dedicated to bringing life back into it."
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Post by PaladinKOSP on May 3, 2014 13:29:35 GMT -6
Artacus taps his finger on the table, thinking of both the batarians response and Eric's. "The.. apparition of that Keeper you followed, it must of been some VI, or hologram. I'm not sure, but it might of been triggered somehow." He said to the human. The Keeper.. the turian wasn't sure about what he said. He was probably right or wrong, but it didn't matter if he was. "Then again, maybe the Keeper wasn't a hologram, probably one of the last of it's kind. When it lead you to the spot it was taking you, it dissolved into nothing, right? There's a similar function that the Keepers on the Citadel have. If a certain individual tries to tamper with it or even try to take a sample for research, it immediately self destructs, removing any evidence of itself and what it was."
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 15:41:50 GMT -6
"If I am calling you for help then it is already too late for me. Rakhana is not exactly in an easily accessible area." Iskra smirked at her own morbid joke, though the words didn't ring any less true.
"But," Her smirk fell to something softer. "It would be nice to have a conversation every once in awhile that is not with the ghosts of that place...and Parr now, I guess."
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Post by Maelstrom on May 3, 2014 15:48:05 GMT -6
"And Parr now, I guess."
Maelstrom understood morbid humor. He almost laughed out loud at the doctor's joke. Finishing a sip of tea, he said, "You never know, Iskra. You might need someone to make an emergency varen-food run."
He took another sip. "All kidding aside, though, my mission takes me to some pretty remote places. If you ever find yourself waiting on a ship, check to make sure mine isn't just a bit closer."
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 16:40:33 GMT -6
Iskra hesitated for a moment, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. She wanted to show him she appreciated his offer and how out of the way he had gone to becoming her friend. But, not knowing enough about humans, she was unsure if her meaning would come across between species.
Slowly, she put down the cup and gently grabbed his hand. "Thank you, Maelstrom." Her lips press against the man's forehead as she squeezes his hand. The moment only lasted for a second before she pulled away, knowing neither of them were comfortable with physical contact.
With a small nod she began heading for the door, turning before she left the room to look back. "Be careful out there."
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 3, 2014 16:58:01 GMT -6
Artacus offered his interpretation of Eric's intruder on the Valiant.
"The.. apparition of that Keeper you followed, it must of been some VI, or hologram. I'm not sure, but it might of been triggered somehow. Then again, maybe the Keeper wasn't a hologram, probably one of the last of its kind. When it lead you to the spot it was taking you, it dissolved into nothing, right? There's a similar function that the Keepers on the Citadel have. If a certain individual tries to tamper with it or even try to take a sample for research, it immediately self destructs, removing any evidence of itself and what it was."
"Wasn't aware they could do that," said Eric. "The one I messed with a while back didn't dissolve or anything. Just kept working while I fiddled with a leg..."
Eric noted odd looks from the group at the table.
"I was bored or drunk... maybe both - never mind. But the one I saw on board the ship... this guy was covered in armor, had these guns all around it. Moved faster than a cockroach on Sand...! Heh, he waited around all these years just to spook me n' Iskra and lead me to some buried treasure before he bites it... pretty shitty assignment. Guess he drew the short straw... probably thought it beat havin' to go up against a squid. His people never really stood a chance, did they? Were any of these guys in your vision, too?"
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Post by Maelstrom on May 3, 2014 17:01:10 GMT -6
"You too, Doctor," Maelstrom said, not completely certain how to take the gesture she made a moment ago. He decided to take it as a platonic one, since that was all he had room for in his life, and barely even room for that. "In case I run into you again while bidding farewell to anyone else on the crew, I'm perfectly content for this to be our 'goodbye.' I've never really been good at them. Lack of experience, I suppose."
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2014 17:17:47 GMT -6
"'Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.'" Iskra gave him a quiet smile. "How about, 'See you soon?'"
And with that she disappeared from view.
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on May 3, 2014 17:30:22 GMT -6
The peace of mind Shala had felt after giving the shotgun away quickly disappeared when she saw Cruendi'has Tarmikos join the captain, Eric Lysander and a turian she did not know. She had hoped to get a moment alone with him to apologize for her rudeness, but with a group that big she would be in for a long wait before she would have him alone.
She considered leaving him and speaking with the one other person she wanted to talk with, sending him a private invitation to talk in the meantime, but then shook her head. No, she thought. I disrespected him in public, I should apologize in public.
Taking another deep breath to steel herself for the conversation, she got up and approached the group. "Excuse me, Captain," she said, taking advantage of a lull in the conversation.
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Post by Maelstrom on May 3, 2014 17:35:10 GMT -6
Maelstrom leaned back on his bench, considering the exchange with the Doctor. A small grin crept onto his face, before his mind turned to his next task. He still needed to compose letters to Meldom and River. He knew the process was going to be like pulling teeth. An idea occurring to him, he decided to head for the crew deck. Perhaps he could bring himself to deal with Meldom in person. As River was still in stasis, hers could be put off.
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Post by PaladinKOSP on May 3, 2014 17:48:18 GMT -6
The turian looked down at his omni-tool again, scrolling through the images he took. "You could say that. They were able to use starships." Artacus then paused at one of the photos, which contained a Reaper ship that seemed to be decimated, falling from the sky. "Surprisingly... the Keepers fared well. They took down many Reapers with these tactics I have recorded. They might be of some use if we do encounter one."
He scrolled through more of the images, pausing at each one for a brief moment for everyone to see. Sure enough, every Reaper ship was either falling from the sky in a fiery blaze or crashing onto the surface below them. The turian then lets out a sigh of realization. "I should of gotten that tech that was in the theater... there would be so many wondrous possibilities with that technology..."
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