#turianflaps

Crime Boss Irius and Murder Garrus

@turianflaps, @turianspeedjunkie, @tavianalvia, @wildelvenhuntress (Sine you four play the biggest roles in this story arc)

-Cato escapes the Cabal on a transport ship leaving for Omega

-Arrives on Omega, Garrus kidnaps him

-Cabal notices Cato is missing, sends a scout out to find him

-Scout tracks Cato to Omega via the transport, sets out after him

-Garrus has Cato for some time

-Scout finds them, confronts Garrus, Garrus kills him, Cato is unaware

-Time passes. The scout doesn’t return to Digeris. Cabal sends another

-War breaks out. Omega falls to Cerberus. Cato and Garrus flee to the Citadel and are separated. The Cabal loses his trail

-Times passes. Cato spends it in the vents. Meets Velahari. Meets Tavi and Crassus, shares some of his story. The two take him in.

-Time passes. Garrus finds Cato and Tavi. Kidnaps them. Has them for a month or so.

-Crassus and the Blackwatch rescue them. Garrus is taken into custody. Tavi and Cato are told he’s dead. Garrus is told that Cato is dead.

-Crassus pulls some strings. Cato is now Marcian Serranus.

-Cato begins to heal. Meets Velox. They become friends.

-Aria regains control of Omega. The Cabal re-sends its scout to pick up the trail again. Rumors of Dark Angel and his “pet” abound. The Cabal requests an audience with Aria.

-Cato undergoes surgery to have his amp removed. It’s successful. He ventures to Earth with Velahari. Cato gets his colony paint.

-Cato and Velox begin to date.

-The scout returns to the Cabal with information on Cato. Garrus is located in a prison on Palaven. The Kabalim speaks with Garrus. Garrus reveals that Cato killed the scout on Omega and that the last he knew, Cato died on the Citadel. He was in the care of a Blackwatch commander, Crassus Sativum.

-Velox is indefinitely suspended. He moves in with Cato, Crassus and Tavi.

-The scout and the Kabalim head to the Citadel to investigate Cato’s death and speak with Crassus

-Cato and Velox go to a bar to dance and drink. It’s not as fun as they planned.

-The scout sees Cato at the bar but does not approach.

@turianflaps​ (You’re mentioned)

@detectiveoctiskurius​ (This is what happens before Cato wanders into C-Sec)

Cato knew better than to go running through the vents when a single misstep could send him careening to his death. That had almost happened a few times already… It didn’t help the vents were small in places, short. Not like him. He was small, but he wasn’t short. But in this instance, running was good –safe- if it meant he got away from-

There was a crashing and a curse behind him and the boy skidded into another vent opening to his right. It was shorter than him and a tighter fit than the one he’d just left but that meant it was safer. He wouldn’t fit if Cato barely did.

The boy crouched, flattening himself against the metal wall, hands over his mouth, biotic sparks crackling over his skin. Cato squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to muffle his sounds in his palms but his heartbeat was so loud –thunderous- he knew he’d be heard. And worse, Cato could hear footsteps getting ever closer.

“Come on out Pet…”

His whimper was caught by his hands but it still sounded so loud.

“I know you’re here…”

Blue light filled the small place and Cato willed it to go away before it got him caught. His biotics had never helped him before and they wouldn’t now.

“When I catch you, I’m gonna-”

That was the last the boy heard; he bolted up, smacking his knee on the too close walls when he stumbled at first, a cry of pain leaving him. That had hurt. Hearing a shout behind him, Cato scrambled forward on his hands and knees, feeling something snag his arm. He screamed, striking out with the talons of his other hand and hitting the jagged edge of something used to support a pipe. The boy cried out in pain again as it sliced his palm open, but he kept going. He had to keep going before he caught him.

Cato made a lot of noise, racing through the vents like that, and there were a few times he thought he saw faces in the openings of other vents. Other ductrats like him, but none came to help him. But then… that was almost expected, most of the ductrats in this section were children. Little-little. The boy was trying to protect them as much as himself which meant he had to keep going, even though he didn’t hear him anymore.  It was the least he could do for all the safety the vents had offered him. This now- running, crawling away as fast as he could because he’d been spotted- was a fluke. Probably his imagination because he was pretty sure Garrus was dead. Crassus had promised-