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
( ... )
The Final Frontier 2h/2h
anonymous
July 30 2012, 21:54:47 UTC
Garrus couldn’t help himself. The Turian councilor’s hypocrisy was too egregious for him to keep his mouth shut. “Councilors,” he spoke up. Everyone in the room suddenly looked at him. Garrus was momentarily uncomfortable, but forged ahead. “With all due respect…none of us would have found the Citadel in the first place if we hadn’t been trying to expand off our own homeworlds. If this species was capable of building a spaceship, they were undoubtedly interested in expansion. But we clearly don’t have enough information to judge their inclinations as a race.” As an investigator, Garrus knew that making a call based on incomplete information was often foolish - and in this case, they had almost nothing to go on
( ... )
The Final Frontier 3a/?
anonymous
July 31 2012, 21:04:58 UTC
It was cold.
Shepard sighed and tried to burrow more fully under the blanket. Blanket? No, it felt like just a thin sheet. She shivered. Had she lost the blanket? Sometimes she accidentally kicked it onto the floor when she slept. She reached over to her side, trying to find the end of the blanket, only to recoil as pain seared her ribs.
Fuck. That hurts. What the…
Shepard’s eyes flew open. Everything came rushing back to her - the strange artifact, the Normandy being attacked, the aliens boarding. The aliens…they’d looked like something out of a nightmare - ugly, four eyed, green skinned - terrifying. And all armed. She’d managed to take out most of the ones who’d been in the room with her, but she’d run out of ammo and one had definitely shot her. After that she couldn’t remember anything. But now…
…oh shit. Where the fuck am I now?Her eyes scanned the room wildly. It was some sort of prison cell, although a little bigger than the ones on Earth. She was actually on a cot. There were a desk and a chair nearby. She
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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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These cliffies are mean though :(
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And this one is just to die for already! Loving it A!A!
Now i'm off to read today's update, yay!!!
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Shepard sighed and tried to burrow more fully under the blanket. Blanket? No, it felt like just a thin sheet. She shivered. Had she lost the blanket? Sometimes she accidentally kicked it onto the floor when she slept. She reached over to her side, trying to find the end of the blanket, only to recoil as pain seared her ribs.
Fuck. That hurts. What the…
Shepard’s eyes flew open. Everything came rushing back to her - the strange artifact, the Normandy being attacked, the aliens boarding. The aliens…they’d looked like something out of a nightmare - ugly, four eyed, green skinned - terrifying. And all armed. She’d managed to take out most of the ones who’d been in the room with her, but she’d run out of ammo and one had definitely shot her. After that she couldn’t remember anything. But now…
…oh shit. Where the fuck am I now?Her eyes scanned the room wildly. It was some sort of prison cell, although a little bigger than the ones on Earth. She was actually on a cot. There were a desk and a chair nearby. She ( ... )
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