Re: All the king's horses, all the king's men. 3/? F!Shep/Garrus
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April 19 2012, 01:12:16 UTC
The afformentioned Decker had apparently moved on to a different technique, whatever it was caused the prisoner to voice a horrible wet scream that trailed off into a shrill keen of torment. “All right Decker, thats enough for today,” the helmeted guard waved the other out of the cell, “I’m not sure I can watch that again anyway,” he muttered under his breath.
As the glass door slid back to release the guard, he strode forward, grizzled face set in a scowl of displeasure. “Whats your fucking problem Tarkus, I was just getting started!” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the shivering prisoner, “dont tell me you’re having some kind of twisted cuttlebone sympathy for this pile of varren shit?”
“Actually,” Shepard interupted coldly, “I wanted to inquire what exactly this....truly intimidating convict has done that deserves your attention.”
Decker have a kind of snort, scrubbing away the sweat on his forehead, a smirk curling his thin lips. “That,” he gestured dramatically to the turian in the cell, who had managed to scrabble to a corner, and was hunched into it, head resting on his bony knees. “That is the great and fearsome Archangel, scourge of Omega.”
“What?” Shepard managed, in a slightly strangled voice, “I thought he was dead.”
“Nah, he just wishes he was. Isn’t that right, ugly?!” Decker reached over to rap the bloody baton against the glass, snickering as the turian prisoner flinched, hunching down further. “The merc groups had some fun with him for a while, then Tarak had him shipped up here about a month ago. Warden Kuril gets us to treat him real special,” Decker leered over at Shepard, hitching pointedly at the crotch of his fatigues, “if you get what I mean.”
Miranda made a wordless sound of disgust, and Shepard felt a roil of sickness in her gut. “Oh I’m sorry, you poor bastard,” she whispered to softly for Decker to hear, remembering the ruined appartment back on Omega “you really would have been better off dead.”
Oblivious to the disgust of his audience, Decker continued. “Yeah, funny thing is, we all figured he’d be some hotshot general, what with the way he had half of Omega pissing themselves.” With a wheezing laugh, Decker leaned his hip against the cell door, “turns out he’s just some stupid kid from the Citadel, thought he was pretty tough too...well until Garm had him a few days anyway, that krogan doesn’t think too much of uppity cops fucking with his business”
As the glass door slid back to release the guard, he strode forward, grizzled face set in a scowl of displeasure. “Whats your fucking problem Tarkus, I was just getting started!” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the shivering prisoner, “dont tell me you’re having some kind of twisted cuttlebone sympathy for this pile of varren shit?”
“Actually,” Shepard interupted coldly, “I wanted to inquire what exactly this....truly intimidating convict has done that deserves your attention.”
Decker have a kind of snort, scrubbing away the sweat on his forehead, a smirk curling his thin lips. “That,” he gestured dramatically to the turian in the cell, who had managed to scrabble to a corner, and was hunched into it, head resting on his bony knees. “That is the great and fearsome Archangel, scourge of Omega.”
“What?” Shepard managed, in a slightly strangled voice, “I thought he was dead.”
“Nah, he just wishes he was. Isn’t that right, ugly?!” Decker reached over to rap the bloody baton against the glass, snickering as the turian prisoner flinched, hunching down further. “The merc groups had some fun with him for a while, then Tarak had him shipped up here about a month ago. Warden Kuril gets us to treat him real special,” Decker leered over at Shepard, hitching pointedly at the crotch of his fatigues, “if you get what I mean.”
Miranda made a wordless sound of disgust, and Shepard felt a roil of sickness in her gut. “Oh I’m sorry, you poor bastard,” she whispered to softly for Decker to hear, remembering the ruined appartment back on Omega “you really would have been better off dead.”
Oblivious to the disgust of his audience, Decker continued. “Yeah, funny thing is, we all figured he’d be some hotshot general, what with the way he had half of Omega pissing themselves.” With a wheezing laugh, Decker leaned his hip against the cell door, “turns out he’s just some stupid kid from the Citadel, thought he was pretty tough too...well until Garm had him a few days anyway, that krogan doesn’t think too much of uppity cops fucking with his business”
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