Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2014 4:52:19 GMT -6
Graal paced the holding cell in C-Sec under the watchful guard of two heavy mechs. He had quickly realized it took him only five steps to walk its length. After his arrest, he had been stripped of his weapons, put in the cell and told to wait for a few minutes to be questioned.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps, turn around…
That had been two hours ago, and his frustration was reaching incredible levels. When looking at the ruins on Tuchanka, he could stay motionless for hours, appreciating the strength of those who had come before him. But here, caged, was different. He was being held captive, and he could hear his blood screaming at him to rip and tear and destroy those who had imprisoned him.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps, turn around…
But he knew that was not the right thing to do. It wasn’t a matter of morality or trying to be civilized, it was a matter of practicality, as was the case with many things krogan did. He had no weapons, and he knew his chances of destroying the heavy mechs before they killed him were almost impossible. Normally such odds were irresistible to his kind, but it also meant dying on this disgustingly clean place. If he had any choice in the matter, he would die on Tuchanka.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps, turn around…
And so he paced, counting his steps, keeping his mind focused on something else.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps, turn around…
Part of him wished he was biotic; there were a few of those among his people, and their powers made them a force to be reckoned with, even among their own kind. Their powers tended towards the destructive, such as fireballs and armor-piercing blasts. Either one would be welcome right now.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps…
The door to his cell slid open, and a human male with light-colored hair walked in. He didn’t have a weapon or armor, but with the two heavy mechs he didn’t need them. “I’m Captain Bailey, I run C-Sec in this part of the Citadel,” he said.
Graal said nothing.
“But I expect that doesn’t impress someone like you,” Bailey said. “That being said, I’ve got a problem, a krogan-sized problem, and I think you can help me out.”
Graal was tempted to ask how, but he knew the human would tell him anyway, so he remained silent.
“I’ve been getting reports of a drunken krogan causing trouble throughout the district,” Bailey said. “The problem is, no one had enough courage to get close and provide a good description. Now, if this krogan you killed was the one I got reports on, then you were just doing your civic duty. A bit heavy-handed perhaps, but I wouldn’t see a reason why I couldn’t let you go with just a warning. But if that wasn’t the krogan, then you’re nothing but a cold-blooded murderer who can spend the next hundred years in prison for all I care.”
Graal knew he was not a smart krogan, but he quickly picked up what the human was really saying. The only thing he wondered about was why he was doing this.
“What do you get out of this?” he asked.
“One less case to solve, of course,” Bailey said. “And given your civic-minded nature, you also offered to help me out again in the future if I ever needed it.”
Of course, Graal thought. He gets himself an unofficial “problem-solver”.
“Now that I think about it, I saw that krogan earlier,” he said. “He was drunk then too.”
Bailey nodded. “I’ll need you to make a sworn statement about that.”
“Of course,” Graal said. Anything to get out of here.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps, turn around…
That had been two hours ago, and his frustration was reaching incredible levels. When looking at the ruins on Tuchanka, he could stay motionless for hours, appreciating the strength of those who had come before him. But here, caged, was different. He was being held captive, and he could hear his blood screaming at him to rip and tear and destroy those who had imprisoned him.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps, turn around…
But he knew that was not the right thing to do. It wasn’t a matter of morality or trying to be civilized, it was a matter of practicality, as was the case with many things krogan did. He had no weapons, and he knew his chances of destroying the heavy mechs before they killed him were almost impossible. Normally such odds were irresistible to his kind, but it also meant dying on this disgustingly clean place. If he had any choice in the matter, he would die on Tuchanka.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps, turn around…
And so he paced, counting his steps, keeping his mind focused on something else.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps, turn around…
Part of him wished he was biotic; there were a few of those among his people, and their powers made them a force to be reckoned with, even among their own kind. Their powers tended towards the destructive, such as fireballs and armor-piercing blasts. Either one would be welcome right now.
Five steps, turn around. Five steps…
The door to his cell slid open, and a human male with light-colored hair walked in. He didn’t have a weapon or armor, but with the two heavy mechs he didn’t need them. “I’m Captain Bailey, I run C-Sec in this part of the Citadel,” he said.
Graal said nothing.
“But I expect that doesn’t impress someone like you,” Bailey said. “That being said, I’ve got a problem, a krogan-sized problem, and I think you can help me out.”
Graal was tempted to ask how, but he knew the human would tell him anyway, so he remained silent.
“I’ve been getting reports of a drunken krogan causing trouble throughout the district,” Bailey said. “The problem is, no one had enough courage to get close and provide a good description. Now, if this krogan you killed was the one I got reports on, then you were just doing your civic duty. A bit heavy-handed perhaps, but I wouldn’t see a reason why I couldn’t let you go with just a warning. But if that wasn’t the krogan, then you’re nothing but a cold-blooded murderer who can spend the next hundred years in prison for all I care.”
Graal knew he was not a smart krogan, but he quickly picked up what the human was really saying. The only thing he wondered about was why he was doing this.
“What do you get out of this?” he asked.
“One less case to solve, of course,” Bailey said. “And given your civic-minded nature, you also offered to help me out again in the future if I ever needed it.”
Of course, Graal thought. He gets himself an unofficial “problem-solver”.
“Now that I think about it, I saw that krogan earlier,” he said. “He was drunk then too.”
Bailey nodded. “I’ll need you to make a sworn statement about that.”
“Of course,” Graal said. Anything to get out of here.