His bones ached, muscles were sore, and now all the Yautja wanted to do was get some sleep after clearing out one of the three hives. Alas, it was not to be. What a mess he had gotten himself into, but there was no one to blame but himself – he volunteered after all. In Lar’ja’s eyes, there was no other choice. Another galaxy would NOT suffer for the selfish actions of his people – Bad Bloods, specifically. Bringing facehuggers and Xenomorphs here? Unforgivable, even for them. His government’s rules on exile would have to change, especially now. However, that’s something he’d worry about when it was time to return home, when the mission was complete. Lar’ja would have their heads.
For now, it was time to simply wait for Tali’Zorah to finish repairing his Bio-Mask, before clearing out yet another hive and exterminate any stragglers. The Elite Hunter hadn’t had time to m a r v e l at the fact that there was another galaxy and that almost all the races were advanced as his, but it did intrigue him. So far, the Quarians on Rannoch feared him, but he did not blame them – his race was very imposing and intimidating. They had the strength of Krogan, Salarian intelligence, and weaponry on par with Council races and some that even surpassed it. Not only that but the ones that arrived here before him had unleashed a living plague worse than anything they had seen before – for the most part, anyway.
The fear that was shown wasn’t the ‘run away in terror’ fear, but the ‘stay out of his way with as little contact as possible’ way. It was better off that way. Lar’ja may not have had time to explore the galaxy, but he did have time to observe Rannoch. He liked the dessert feel of this part of the planet, nice and hot – but it also helped the X e n o s move around and harvest other Quarians for hosts. The Yautja was snapped out of his thoughts and brought back to reality when his name was called. Hopefully, it was some good news.
She fought Geth, Husks, Saren, Sovereign -- she even helped send the Reapers to their total demise. Her people were able to recolonize and establish a home on Rannoch after centuries of being a nomadic race. History was made for the Quarians, and although progress had been slow, they were able sustain a stable life on their homeworld. It hadn’t always been easy either; they had to rely on each other with no help from anyone else. Essentially, they were starting all over again.
But that all changed. They were posed with a new threat, and one that was RELENTLESS. One by one, Quarians have gone missing. Most were found with their chest cavity ripped wide open. It was ATROCIOUS, disturbing. Completely unforgivable. After all the Quarians have done to rebuild their fragile home and culture, all of that is suddenly on the brink of extinction. This is no Reaper, no, but this ‘ new arrival ’ has already harvested hundreds of lives in the span of days.
A few weeks into this newfound nightmare, and another alien entered Rannoch’s atmosphere. Tali, like many of her people, was initially cautious of him. She welcomed him with her firearm aimed directly to his forehead. But as soon as she realized he had been the one behind eradication of the xenomorphs, her perception of him shifted. He called himself Lar’ja -- which oddly sounds similar to her native tongue -- and now Tali’s the one doing him a favor.
“ Lar’ja, ” she called to him, running last minute diagnostics with her omni-tool. “ I was able to mend the tears on the ventilation tubes. Also, I hope you don’t mind me adding some adjustments to your mask. Air circulation SHOULD be better now. ”
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