Conflict Of Interest 121/?
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May 31 2013, 16:10:20 UTC
Sparatus did not flinch away from Saracino's rage, even when the human brandished his weapon with his other hand. Turians were taught courage and self-sacrifice from birth, and he was no exception. "I can't do that. I don't command the fleet, or the primarchs. And even if I could, I wouldn't."
What little patience Saracino had managed to salvage ran out. He nodded to one of the guards, who stepped forward and lifted his rifle. Tevos instinctively tried to flare her biotics, crying out as the dampening collar sensed the release of energy and sent waves of pain radiating up the back of her neck and behind her crest. As she blinked back the blur of tears, she saw the guard turn his rifle around and bring it down against Sparatus's face, ramming it into the same spot where he had already been injured. His jaw snapped to the side with the sickening crack of metal hitting plate, and he collapsed onto the ground.
The soldier stepped back, and Saracino turned to Tevos, who only resisted the temptation to drop to her knees because she was being held at gunpoint. "I'm coming back in another hour. If he doesn't wake up by then, you'll have to speak for him. Start thinking about what you're going to say, because if you're not convincing enough, you'll be joining him."
. . .
Aria's blank expression flickered every so slightly as the frigate broke through Earth's atmosphere. She had spent most of the short relay jump pacing, trying to burn through some of her rage, but for the last several minutes, she had sat down on a low metal bench in the shuttle bay, resting her elbows on her knees and staring between her feet. Honestly, she was surprised at how quickly they had reached Earth. The turian ship was fast, just as Tali had promised. She just hoped that it had been fast enough.
Another pair of boots entered her field of vision, and Aria's gaze trailed up along the matching armored legs and chestplate until she was looking at Shepard's face. "Hey," the human said, extending her gloved hand and resting it on Aria's shoulder. She allowed the touch, although her muscles tensed slightly at the invasion of her personal space. "We're landing in another minute. Ready to get your bondmate back?"
"I was ready as soon as I found out they took her, Shepard," Aria said. She stood up, making sure that the Carnifex she had borrowed was still at her side. She had never enjoyed carrying a pistol with her. That was what her entourage was for. Besides, she normally found weapons bulky and cumbersome, especially since she preferred to rely on her biotics in combat. Still, she was glad to have one this time.
"The coordinates Tevos sent us were near one of the bases on Miranda's list," Shepard said, trying to fill the last minute. "We're lucky she gave it to us. I wasn't looking forward to trekking through miles of jungle."
"Jungle?" Aria asked.
"Uh-huh. You're not afraid of a little heat, are you?"
Aria frowned. "Heat and leather don't go together well," she said, folding her arms over her chest. She was saved from explaining further by the arrival of the elevator. Liara, Garrus, Tali, and an excitable looking Khalisah all poured out, checking weapons and buckles and, in Khalisah's case, her trusty camera.
What little patience Saracino had managed to salvage ran out. He nodded to one of the guards, who stepped forward and lifted his rifle. Tevos instinctively tried to flare her biotics, crying out as the dampening collar sensed the release of energy and sent waves of pain radiating up the back of her neck and behind her crest. As she blinked back the blur of tears, she saw the guard turn his rifle around and bring it down against Sparatus's face, ramming it into the same spot where he had already been injured. His jaw snapped to the side with the sickening crack of metal hitting plate, and he collapsed onto the ground.
The soldier stepped back, and Saracino turned to Tevos, who only resisted the temptation to drop to her knees because she was being held at gunpoint. "I'm coming back in another hour. If he doesn't wake up by then, you'll have to speak for him. Start thinking about what you're going to say, because if you're not convincing enough, you'll be joining him."
. . .
Aria's blank expression flickered every so slightly as the frigate broke through Earth's atmosphere. She had spent most of the short relay jump pacing, trying to burn through some of her rage, but for the last several minutes, she had sat down on a low metal bench in the shuttle bay, resting her elbows on her knees and staring between her feet. Honestly, she was surprised at how quickly they had reached Earth. The turian ship was fast, just as Tali had promised. She just hoped that it had been fast enough.
Another pair of boots entered her field of vision, and Aria's gaze trailed up along the matching armored legs and chestplate until she was looking at Shepard's face. "Hey," the human said, extending her gloved hand and resting it on Aria's shoulder. She allowed the touch, although her muscles tensed slightly at the invasion of her personal space. "We're landing in another minute. Ready to get your bondmate back?"
"I was ready as soon as I found out they took her, Shepard," Aria said. She stood up, making sure that the Carnifex she had borrowed was still at her side. She had never enjoyed carrying a pistol with her. That was what her entourage was for. Besides, she normally found weapons bulky and cumbersome, especially since she preferred to rely on her biotics in combat. Still, she was glad to have one this time.
"The coordinates Tevos sent us were near one of the bases on Miranda's list," Shepard said, trying to fill the last minute. "We're lucky she gave it to us. I wasn't looking forward to trekking through miles of jungle."
"Jungle?" Aria asked.
"Uh-huh. You're not afraid of a little heat, are you?"
Aria frowned. "Heat and leather don't go together well," she said, folding her arms over her chest. She was saved from explaining further by the arrival of the elevator. Liara, Garrus, Tali, and an excitable looking Khalisah all poured out, checking weapons and buckles and, in Khalisah's case, her trusty camera.
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