The Hero's End of War 1e/3
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November 2 2015, 19:12:22 UTC
As a sort of test run they broke up a small smuggling ring, nothing major and the perpetrators surrendered without resistance, but it let Samara know that Shepard really would follow her lead. Considering the level of skill the human possessed she felt no need to ease into things any further and their next mission involved dismantling a batarian pirate gang operating at the edge of asari territory. Again everything went smoothly, or at least as smoothly as fighting a gang of pirates can go, though it took them away from the ship for a few weeks. When they returned the former commander offered to stow their gear, so the matriarch decided to make use of the shower and wash off the accumulated filth that her armor had trapped against her skin.
The original purpose of their bathroom was for decontamination, where the salarians put their toilet was a mystery best left unsolved, so there was no shower stall just a showerhead and a drain. There wasn't even a door to close the space off with. Privacy wasn't really an issue for Samara; she just worried what issues it would cause her companion. At such a young age people are so much more self-conscious about their bodies, or were they? Shepard was around thirty, but she couldn't remember what the equivalent for her people would be. Obviously thirty was old enough to be an adult for them, a young-adult perhaps? How long did humans go through puberty? The matriarch pondered as she stripped down and stepped under the water. The warm streams felt so good after so many days spent trekking and fighting.
For several minutes Samara stood there letting the water wash over her, her chin tilted up so her face was the first part of her to be embraced by the soothing spray. Then her head dipped to allow her tight shoulders a chance to be massaged by the gentle streams. Her scaled skin required little more than a quick rinse, but the shower was providing some therapy for the weary muscles beneath so she stayed longer than was needed. Eventually she did have to leave and slowly turned around, then even more slowly opened her eyes. To her surprise the first thing she saw was Shepard, clutching a stack of towels while staring at her with a goofy expression.
It took a second before the human reacted to the matriarch's movement, "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Sorry... I... Sorry."
Shepard then dropped the towels and fled, leaving a momentarily confused Samara behind. It seemed like a complete overreaction to something that was bound to happen; the bathroom didn't have a door after all. The woman had done nothing wrong, but sure acted as if she had. Unless of course she thought she had just been caught peeping. The matriarch turned off the water then strolled over to fetch one of the dropped towels. Apparently it wasn't by chance that the former marine's top two choices were both asari. Though whether she was fully conscious of what influenced her decision was up in the air. Perhaps she should look up how long human puberty lasted.
The brave and mighty hero spent the rest of the day avoiding the matriarch; much like Rila would after doing something wrong. Morinth on the other hand never hid, was never afraid of repercussions, with one exception. Immediately confronting Shepard didn't seem the most prudent course of action, but she had to do something so began by doing a little research. If she weren't so out of practice dealing with other people her tact would have been different. She looked through varying medical, biologically and psychological texts about humans as well as several on the differences between them and asari. It turned out puberty was definitely not the case and the erratic behavior didn't quite fit the symptoms of PTSD either, although it couldn't be ruled out either. Something had to be wrong; the woman in her company was not the same one she fought the Collectors alongside. Perhaps she was overanalyzing things and the Commander just needed a break from everything, including whatever facade that was necessary to lead soldiers into battle.
As a sort of test run they broke up a small smuggling ring, nothing major and the perpetrators surrendered without resistance, but it let Samara know that Shepard really would follow her lead. Considering the level of skill the human possessed she felt no need to ease into things any further and their next mission involved dismantling a batarian pirate gang operating at the edge of asari territory. Again everything went smoothly, or at least as smoothly as fighting a gang of pirates can go, though it took them away from the ship for a few weeks. When they returned the former commander offered to stow their gear, so the matriarch decided to make use of the shower and wash off the accumulated filth that her armor had trapped against her skin.
The original purpose of their bathroom was for decontamination, where the salarians put their toilet was a mystery best left unsolved, so there was no shower stall just a showerhead and a drain. There wasn't even a door to close the space off with. Privacy wasn't really an issue for Samara; she just worried what issues it would cause her companion. At such a young age people are so much more self-conscious about their bodies, or were they? Shepard was around thirty, but she couldn't remember what the equivalent for her people would be. Obviously thirty was old enough to be an adult for them, a young-adult perhaps? How long did humans go through puberty? The matriarch pondered as she stripped down and stepped under the water. The warm streams felt so good after so many days spent trekking and fighting.
For several minutes Samara stood there letting the water wash over her, her chin tilted up so her face was the first part of her to be embraced by the soothing spray. Then her head dipped to allow her tight shoulders a chance to be massaged by the gentle streams. Her scaled skin required little more than a quick rinse, but the shower was providing some therapy for the weary muscles beneath so she stayed longer than was needed. Eventually she did have to leave and slowly turned around, then even more slowly opened her eyes. To her surprise the first thing she saw was Shepard, clutching a stack of towels while staring at her with a goofy expression.
It took a second before the human reacted to the matriarch's movement, "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Sorry... I... Sorry."
Shepard then dropped the towels and fled, leaving a momentarily confused Samara behind. It seemed like a complete overreaction to something that was bound to happen; the bathroom didn't have a door after all. The woman had done nothing wrong, but sure acted as if she had. Unless of course she thought she had just been caught peeping. The matriarch turned off the water then strolled over to fetch one of the dropped towels. Apparently it wasn't by chance that the former marine's top two choices were both asari. Though whether she was fully conscious of what influenced her decision was up in the air. Perhaps she should look up how long human puberty lasted.
The brave and mighty hero spent the rest of the day avoiding the matriarch; much like Rila would after doing something wrong. Morinth on the other hand never hid, was never afraid of repercussions, with one exception. Immediately confronting Shepard didn't seem the most prudent course of action, but she had to do something so began by doing a little research. If she weren't so out of practice dealing with other people her tact would have been different. She looked through varying medical, biologically and psychological texts about humans as well as several on the differences between them and asari. It turned out puberty was definitely not the case and the erratic behavior didn't quite fit the symptoms of PTSD either, although it couldn't be ruled out either. Something had to be wrong; the woman in her company was not the same one she fought the Collectors alongside. Perhaps she was overanalyzing things and the Commander just needed a break from everything, including whatever facade that was necessary to lead soldiers into battle.
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