#risenspectre

Nyx looked at him and stayed in her place, She didn’t move, not reached out to him or anything, she just smiled. She sense it had taken a lot from his to come here and she appreciated he had come, since he was clearly in need of help. 

“I apologize...if that was too offensive, but usually those we fear the most are buried deep within ourselves, but you carry them on you...I couldn’t help noticing.” Nyx said, for an asari, she was not intimidating since she was very small. 

Oswin was okay with sparring, it was relaxing and with Nihlus it was never boring, to be fair it ended in a hide and seek match but since she had her drone, she could sometimes flush Nihlus from cover or out of his tactical cloak. Not all the time, but maybe three times out of ten.

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The offer to become a Specter to have the freedom to do pretty much anything he needed to get the job done... It was something Cillian had never expected, and yet here it was, here was a Specter standing on the docks before the ship Cillian had been fixing up to his liking. A small fast attack ship special designed for a few man crew. Alliance R&D would be pissed to loose it to a Specter.

     ☩ // “Think ya could spare some coin good ser?”

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Garrus Vakarian didn’t want to be working at C-Sec again, and he technically wasn’t-- ‘consulting agent’ was maybe just a title to soothe his ego, but at least it meant less paperwork.

He’d told Solana he would take it easy for now, at least until Palaven Command called him back whenever they had reason to. And as much as Garrus had a distaste for ‘consulting’ with C-Sec, he’d prefer that Palaven Command didn’t have reason to recall him.

To say he was losing sleep over the prospect would be an understatement. 

But at least Garrus could feel better about himself when he was actually doing work-- good work-- which tonight happened to be chasing down a few Vorcha through the lower wards of the Citadel. They’d stolen some sort of power generator (not good), and they were hopefully leading him right into the headquarters of whoever told them to do it (very good). 

But Garrus didn’t expect someone else to be covering it. When he vaulted over the railing to land with a hard thud onto the support beam below, he would catch sight of another Turian... looking like he was already intercepting the same targets.

The krogan just watched him and he could see that this statement as simple as it might have been gave the turian pause. He knew what others thought he was, he didn’t know himself since he always relayed on the output of others. Was he really deep inside a Spectre or didn’t he want to be something else.

Karnesh knew he was a krogan, society made it clear that he had to be aggressive, hating all species especially salarians and turians, hating the genophage - ha the genophage was nothing. Yet he did none of these things, so he knew who he was.

Solana wasn’t a light sleeper.  Which is why when she was woken by a loud crash, the twinkling crush of broken glass, she immediately knew something was wrong.  Rocketing out of bed, she removed the loaded pistol from her nightstand.  Still in her sleep clothes, she was urged out the front door by the commotion outside, screams and loud banging.  

The building had only a couple of functional floors, one of the few structures salvaged from the attack months prior, but families lived here, too.  Just across the way, another turian family, stilil rubbing their sleepy eyes, had opened their door to see what was going on.  Loud noises were coming from downstairs, but it sounded like it was also coming from outside - multiple attacks.  She went up to them.  “Stay put in your apartment,” she said.  “If they come up here, stay quiet and hidden.  I’m going downstairs.”  

There were other people down there.  They were in danger.  Solana didn’t hesitate to swing herself over the stair railing and land on the ground floor.  She didn’t immediately see any hostiles, but a few turians were on the ground outside in the hall, a few bullet holes scattering the walls, and she was worried that she saw a fire flickering beyond one of the doors.  Rushing out the front door of the apartment building, she found herself in the midst of absolute chaos. 

“Fuck,” Solana murmured.  It seemed like an organized raid - several shelters were being attacked at once, people being terrorized.  She didn’t even know where to start.  She took cover behind a parked vehicle.  Peeking around it, she saw a few children, alone, cowering in an alleyway.  She had to get over there.

So she did.