Across the Stars & Beyond the Skies

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                              created 6/16/21 -- revamped 7/1/26

It also means that spirits can track their way into VIs and SAMs, or even take control of certain robotics entirely. Of course it's accompanied by cold air, I like to imagine Avitus' SAM suddenly talking to him in a voice and a tone that is VERY much ALIVE and very much like Macen, his dead partner. Or Macen, unable to move on as a spirit, constantly visiting and trying to tell him that it'll be okay.

Seeing Nihlus was the single most gratifying thing Saren had seen in the past couple of hours. But with his two injuries and Garrus' leg wound, he hands Garrus over to Nihlus, who's already halfway out of the ship to grab the younger turian.

[ " Go! Get him to safety! " ]

Saren limped his way up the ship until out of the corner of his eye he spotted an enemy getting into place for a clean shot, with no biotics left, and through a wheeze, Saren put himself in-between the bullet and the other two turians. He pulled out his assault rifle and tried to gun them down, but it was too late as the bullet ripped through Saren's carapace, hitting one side and going out the other. By the time Saren had gunned them dead, he was grasping his wound with a snarl to his subvocals.

Blood dripped down the side of his mouth as the wound had made his original wound much worse, Nihlus is forced to watch his partner crumble down onto the ship's landing bay, blue blood splattering everywhere. But Saren endures. He has to. He has to.

... he has to.

Reporter Drones weren't supposed to be asking these sort of extremely personalized questions, specifically out of Garrus after the Reaper War. How'd they even know Sidonis by name? That didn't matter, none of it did. But there was still something deep down that yearned for Sidonis, as much as he hated the guy after what happened, as much as he let him get away--the pity of a man that Lantar Sidonis was. Whoever asked this reporter drone to ask him this, must've known he was on Omega, and knew Sidonis personally.

" How do you know his name? "

It was the first thing that blurted out from Garrus' flared mandibles, subvocals twinging with slight annoyance as this reporter drone was not getting any answers, no matter how conflicted he was now feeling about the question.

Garrus took a deep breath, followed by a hitch--a sigh.

He hated these types of questions more than any other interview. He didn't love Sidonis, did he? Garrus put his hands on his face, groaning as he walked away from the reporter drone. He didn't want to answer this question above all other questions. Why did they know Sidonis, who was asking him this question?

And yet.

Something burned deep down past that hatred.

He needed to find out what truly happened past the torture, past that day, and now he doesn't have a fucking lead, Sidonis was long gone, and could've died against the Reapers, and he'd..

Do you think someone was making vocaloid songs about the reapers.

Garrus was being.. off, though, Nihlus was being a bit of a mother hen right now, and he's a fucking hypocrite for it too, doing the same thing to Garrus where Saren was doing the exact same thing to him. He wondered if his on-citadel partnership missions with C-Sec regarding these 'Reaper Worshippers' would gain an audience, but it was also pathetically early in the morning for any turian to feasibly take on that situation. Even Nihlus, who hadn't really slept all too much, and had spent pretty much the whole night filing the report.

" That's.. quite a lot for this early in the morning. "

Nihlus had just gotten done filing his reports to Sparatus, still yet to drop it off, the best he could do at the very least was follow Garrus to Sparatus' office to drop off his Spectre reports given how the stars would align. He points to his satchel worth of notes.

This satchel had been a life saver, having to carry around notes by hand when one of your hands were pretty much burned off and needing some form of reconstruction surgery made it hard to hold things even as simple as a omni-pad and a lot of notes in his new notebook.

" At least let me accompany you for Sparatus, I have a report to drop off. "

and on top of that not caring about the hardcore formatting other people do (This totally isn't because I never learned how noooooo totally) but it does look cool as hell how the fuck do yall do it.

If he wasn't Pathfinder, he would've thrown Kandros' communicator after the fourth set of rings. But, Avitus was better than that! He wouldn't let anger get the best of him, not here, not now. Even though him breaking down like this usually meant an outburst had already happened, Rix was sure he could destress on this mission.

As he followed Kandros all the way to the docking bay, he listened to the other turian explain their mission briefing, he was glad that someone else was coming, he knew he was a nervous wreck after another bout of hurting himself while grieving for Macen. But he had to stay strong for Macen.

" Glad we're getting this over with as soon as possible, I don't want those turians out and about in the jungles without protection against the elements. "

There was a moment where he cleared his aching throat, before stopping in front of what was going to be their ship. it was enough for them to get everyone in and out, and as Tiran put it--before dinner.

" Go in, collect them, make sure coast is clear, extract. Got it. "

He cleared his throat, and he looked at Kandros for a split second.

He remembered when Saren finally broke out and it was a full hour of crying and apologizing over and over again. If it was in-front of anybody else and Saren's reputation would've been thrashed. Cold, meticulous Spectre found bawling his eyes out to his fellow Spectre. Nihlus cringed in pain as he tried to laugh, but seized up again. Spirits, maybe he was a lot worse off than Huerta Memorial thought he was.. But his eyes weren't focusing on himself, it was trained on the waitress who looked mighty concerned for the younger turian.

" What cup are you on, Garrus? You know too much coffee will disrupt a lot of your body's functions! At least drink some water, spirits. "

" I did in-fact, pull off the worst shit. I didn't even know if I even had a chance, but it spared all of you enough time to save the Primarch. That was the mission for Saren and I. "

Taking a seat on the stool, his mandibles gently fluttered outwards in slight concern for Garrus. Had he not actually slept that night? It would make sense with how honest they were being, not even a joke in sight! Nihlus looked over to them with worry painting his subvocals, although those were quickly pushed back to not worry the sniper.