The Final Frontier 1a/1b
anonymous
July 27 2012, 03:42:05 UTC
Well, it's not much yet, but it's a start. :) Outright Shakarian in the far future, UST in the medium future, and lots of friendship and awkwardness between F!Shep and Garrus in the near future when they meet. Enjoy ~
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“Space - the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations…to boldly go where no man has gone before.”Out of the surrounding speakers, a cheerful and familiar theme started to play. Several crew members seated around the screen started humming or whistling along, and a few swayed playfully in time with the music. From where she stood watching the enraptured crew, Commander Shepard shook her head in amusement. Star Trek was about two hundred years old, and somehow it never got old
( ... )
Re: The Final Frontier 1g/1g
anonymous
July 30 2012, 17:28:20 UTC
Liara and Mordin are both already planned. I'm hoping to work others in as I go. I've only planned up to perhaps the first 5 chapters so far, but I have lots of ideas! :)
The Final Frontier 2a/?
anonymous
July 30 2012, 17:22:24 UTC
a!a - thanks for those who pointed out that Medigel was manufactured by Sirta (humans). I've fixed it in the tumblr and also on ff.net. Updates, especially partial chapters, will still appear here first though. enjoy!
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Chapter II
It was nighttime on the Citadel, and the back alleys of the Wards were quiet, save for the distant echo of a thumping rhythm from Chora’s Den. A Keeper moved gracefully down the corridor, spidery green legs making soft skittering noises against the smooth floors. From far off, the rotund silhouette of a volus appeared, accompanied by the sound of his heavy, envirosuit-supported breaths. The volus tiptoed into a dimly lit alcove, looked nervously around him, and then glanced down at the message on his omni-tool.
Unexpected discovery. Offloading cargo at aforementioned drop point. Additional funding required for maintenance of cargo going forward. Please remit. There was a figure that followed.
The volus hesitated, fingers trembling in mid-air, before returning a simple message. Funding approved. A few
( ... )
The Final Frontier 2b/?
anonymous
July 30 2012, 17:25:13 UTC
As a C-Sec investigator, Garrus spent most of his days finding and analyzing evidence (which he enjoyed) and filing reports about it (which he did not). These days he’d been following a frustratingly elusive trail related to the appearance of a new form of drug that had spread among the Wards. While small doses led mostly to pleasant feelings and erotic hallucinations, giving the drug an enthusiastic user base, prolonged exposure to the substance led to more unpleasant physiological responses. Specifically, the drug acted like some kind of hyper-adrenaline, forcing the body into overdrive while disregarding normal physiological needs like hunger, thirst or sleep. There were already over a dozen cases of drug users who’d abused the substance to the point of death. And C-Sec already had more than its share of twitchy, horny, sleep-deprived addicts currently undergoing forced detoxification in a special holding area
( ... )
The Final Frontier 2c/?
anonymous
July 30 2012, 17:26:16 UTC
But Pitne For’s panic made him clumsy, and the volus unexpectedly slipped on the smooth tile. By this time, Garrus’ finger had already depressed the rifle’s trigger. The concussive round burst forth from the mouth of the gun. And as Pitne For overbalanced, hands flailing wildly in the air, the round just missed the flat of the volus’ back - only to collide with his left wrist, smashing straight into the omni-tool’s controls.
The volus wailed in shock and terror as the omni-tool exploded.
“Oh, crap,” Garrus muttered. This was not good. He had just violated the first rule of C-Sec Investigations: do not tamper with the evidence.
Well, the evidence had just exploded right in front of his face.
The Final Frontier 2d/?
anonymous
July 30 2012, 17:38:40 UTC
Two Hours Later
“What do you mean, you let him go?!”
Executor Pallin looked down at Garrus coolly. “I’m sorry, Officer Vakarian, but given the lack of evidence, we could not justify holding him in custody. Consequently, we’ve released him.”
Garrus’ fists clenched. “I spent the last week on that case,” he snarled. “All the financial trails pointed to him and his partner. I was this close to uncovering the supplier!”
“Well, thanks to you, we have no actual proof. You actually destroyed the evidence,” Pallin spat. “Do you know what an embarrassment this is?”
“It was a freak accident. You couldn’t have held him for questioning, at least? He was a prime suspect!”
Pallin was shaking his head with exasperation. “Vakarian, this has the potential to be a public relations nightmare for C-Sec. For all intents and purposes, you shot an unarmed civilian on a whim. We are extremely lucky that he has agreed not to go to the media with this debacle
( ... )
The Final Frontier 2e/?
anonymous
July 30 2012, 21:46:56 UTC
Evening found Garrus at the shooting range, emptying rounds into a volus-shaped paper target. There was something comforting and mindless about shooting; the familiar weight and heft of the rifle, its reassuring solidness against his shoulder, the satisfaction of the explosion as the bullet sped through the air. What Garrus really wanted was to give Pitne For a solid punch to the face, but the gun range was an adequate option for stress relief when nothing else was available.
It wasn’t even close to the first time he’d been reprimanded by Executor Pallin, but it was the first time he’d been relegated to guard duty as a punishment. The insult rankled. Trainees who fumbled and accidentally dropped their guns down laundry chutes were given guard duty. First-years who got themselves caught on camera going overboard at night clubs were given guard duty. Investigators like Garrus Vakarian did not get put on guard duty. But worst of all, the drug supplier was still at large. And as of tomorrow, Garrus was going to be standing in front of a
( ... )
The Final Frontier 2f/?
anonymous
July 30 2012, 21:49:13 UTC
To his surprise, when he arrived at C-Sec Academy, the entire Council was present, along with the Executor and a handful of other senior C-Sec agents, including Chellick. Must be serious, Garrus thought, exchanging greetings with his colleagues. He met Executor Pallin’s gaze somewhat defiantly, but Pallin simply gave a brisk nod back; he was all business.
Looking around, Garrus noticed another unexpected person - a salarian in a white lab coat typing furiously on his omni-tool in the corner. Dr. Mordin Solus, if Garrus remembered correctly. Currently the salarian was doing xenobiology research on the Citadel, but according to his file, he was also a former STG member.
And then Nihlus entered, and most of the chatter stopped. The Spectre’s expression was grim - when did Nihlus ever not look grim? Garrus wondered distractedly - and he briskly saluted the Council before turning to address the expectant group
( ... )
The Final Frontier 2g/?
anonymous
July 30 2012, 21:51:36 UTC
The scene was clearly from Dr. Solus’ lab, where the survivor lay on an observation table. Someone had covered its torso with a sheet, but Garrus was surprised to see from its general shape that it more or less resembled a discolored asari - fleshy skin with no scales or plating, and similar overall proportions. Unlike the asari, however, it was strangely pale in color, and clearly red-blooded from the pink tinge under the skin. Interestingly, there were two funny wrinkled structures on the sides of its head. But strangest of all
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“Space - the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations…to boldly go where no man has gone before.”Out of the surrounding speakers, a cheerful and familiar theme started to play. Several crew members seated around the screen started humming or whistling along, and a few swayed playfully in time with the music. From where she stood watching the enraptured crew, Commander Shepard shook her head in amusement. Star Trek was about two hundred years old, and somehow it never got old ( ... )
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Chapter II
It was nighttime on the Citadel, and the back alleys of the Wards were quiet, save for the distant echo of a thumping rhythm from Chora’s Den. A Keeper moved gracefully down the corridor, spidery green legs making soft skittering noises against the smooth floors. From far off, the rotund silhouette of a volus appeared, accompanied by the sound of his heavy, envirosuit-supported breaths. The volus tiptoed into a dimly lit alcove, looked nervously around him, and then glanced down at the message on his omni-tool.
Unexpected discovery. Offloading cargo at aforementioned drop point. Additional funding required for maintenance of cargo going forward. Please remit. There was a figure that followed.
The volus hesitated, fingers trembling in mid-air, before returning a simple message. Funding approved. A few ( ... )
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The volus wailed in shock and terror as the omni-tool exploded.
“Oh, crap,” Garrus muttered. This was not good. He had just violated the first rule of C-Sec Investigations: do not tamper with the evidence.
Well, the evidence had just exploded right in front of his face.
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“What do you mean, you let him go?!”
Executor Pallin looked down at Garrus coolly. “I’m sorry, Officer Vakarian, but given the lack of evidence, we could not justify holding him in custody. Consequently, we’ve released him.”
Garrus’ fists clenched. “I spent the last week on that case,” he snarled. “All the financial trails pointed to him and his partner. I was this close to uncovering the supplier!”
“Well, thanks to you, we have no actual proof. You actually destroyed the evidence,” Pallin spat. “Do you know what an embarrassment this is?”
“It was a freak accident. You couldn’t have held him for questioning, at least? He was a prime suspect!”
Pallin was shaking his head with exasperation. “Vakarian, this has the potential to be a public relations nightmare for C-Sec. For all intents and purposes, you shot an unarmed civilian on a whim. We are extremely lucky that he has agreed not to go to the media with this debacle ( ... )
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It wasn’t even close to the first time he’d been reprimanded by Executor Pallin, but it was the first time he’d been relegated to guard duty as a punishment. The insult rankled. Trainees who fumbled and accidentally dropped their guns down laundry chutes were given guard duty. First-years who got themselves caught on camera going overboard at night clubs were given guard duty. Investigators like Garrus Vakarian did not get put on guard duty. But worst of all, the drug supplier was still at large. And as of tomorrow, Garrus was going to be standing in front of a ( ... )
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Looking around, Garrus noticed another unexpected person - a salarian in a white lab coat typing furiously on his omni-tool in the corner. Dr. Mordin Solus, if Garrus remembered correctly. Currently the salarian was doing xenobiology research on the Citadel, but according to his file, he was also a former STG member.
And then Nihlus entered, and most of the chatter stopped. The Spectre’s expression was grim - when did Nihlus ever not look grim? Garrus wondered distractedly - and he briskly saluted the Council before turning to address the expectant group ( ... )
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