Velception

Rayne Shepard (@CmdrButtface) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from Twitlonger

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@VeliaTSaya @SubjectZeroJack @GarrusVakarian_

Rayne’s brought back by the gentle touch of the Asari. She tunes in thankfully in time to hear the soft words escaping her lips. She blinks, mind still partially in a daze from all of the recent events. She offers Velia a weak smile.

“We’re taking shore leave on Thessia. I think we could all use some time to unwind. I have business on the Citadel afterwards.” She pauses a moment, turning to lean her backside against the table. “You put on quite a show back there on Noveria. You saved my ass. I could use someone like you on my crew.” She crosses her arms over her chest, relaxed. “If you’re not in too much of a hurry to get back, maybe we could talk about it.”

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Velia considered the implications of Rayne’s offer. Although she’d been to the Citadel, even worked for Citadel authorities before, she was from the Terminus—born and raised, and she’d usually do anything to stay out of the oppressive reach of the Council. But the Normandy’s crew was not as stuck up as the rest of them in Citadel space, and there was also the fact that she liked the Commander… in more ways than one.

Rayne Shepard (@CmdrButtface) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from Twitlonger

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@SubjectZeroJack @GarrusVakarian_ @VeliaTSaya

It’d been a pretty rough mission, especially for Jack. Rayne stood idly in the shuttle bay, her mind swimming with thoughts and images that continued haunting her. Her hands rest on the procurement terminal, eyes glazed over. She felt an aching deep in her gut. An anger fueled by the meddling of the Illusive Man and his twisted experiments on innocent lives.

“Joker, set a course for Thessia. It’s time the crew had some shore leave before we head for the Citadel.”

Making her way to the weapon modification bench, Rayne half heartedly checks her weapons, making a few mod adjustments in an attempt to clear her mind.

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Crazy aside, the biotic woman called Jack was a terrifying embodiment of pure rage. Velia had waited by the shuttle on Noveria, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently when the entire facility erupted into chaos, and she had witnessed the level of biotic destruction that she had never seen in her centuries of life.

The ride back to the Normandy was eerily silent; gone was the light-hearted banter between her squad mates. She watched Rayne from the corner of her eye, and the weariness on the human’s face was all too evident.

Velia hopped out of the shuttle once the craft had docked and wandered over to the workbench where Rayne had decided to find distraction.

Jack Nought (@SubjectZeroJack) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Jack still shaking Rodriguez “come one say something. Please tell me what happened” Rodriguez slowly looks over to jack and whispers, “Kill me…please” and then passes back out. “No Rodriguez wake up please” jack roughly shakes her now. Shepard you have to help me!"

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Velia stopped at the door, glancing at the scene before turning away, keeping watch of the way they came from as an excuse to push the gruesome images out of her mind.

Garrus Vakarian (@GarrusVakarian_) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from TweetList

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@CmdrButtface @SubjectZeroJack @VeliaTSaya -he begins moving forward as soon as Rayne gives the signal. His mantis raised, he scans the hallways quickly as he moves forward- Where to Jack? Commander?

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Rayne Shepard (@CmdrButtface) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Eager to keep the sequence rolling, Rayne follows Jack and Garrus up with one last Overload to the Atlas. The mech writhes and glitches, electrical surges shooting through the entire structure before exploding. Shielding herself from the scraps of metal showering the immediate radius, Shepard exhales with a feeling of relief.

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Monday 4th March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Cerberus Troopers and Centurions poured in behind them as Rayne, Jack and Garrus dealt with the Atlas. There was no way to stay in stealth while taking on so many, so Velia decided to do it the overt way.

A burst of biotics swirled as Velia leapt out of cover. Blue aura trailed behind the asari like the tail of a comet, propelling her into the closest Centurion. She landed on the human’s shoulders, jabbing her knives into his skull with the momentum and kicked, springing into the air and letting fly a pair of shurikens. The two flying knives found their marks as she landed on another Trooper, followed by another vicious stab. Three bodies fell at the same time when Velia launched herself towards a catwalk above with another burst of biotics, dashing along the passage as Cerberus bullets chased after her.

She cloaked only long enough for her to drop from the catwalk behind a Guardian, decloaking as she pushed her two knives into the human’s back, growling lowly as even her monomolecular blades met resistance through the Guardian’s thick armor. She hissed, grinning grimly as the human’s scream filled the room and leaned her weight on the knives, pushing the blades through his chest and withdrawing just when the others turned, darting away from the bullets.

Garrus Vakarian (@GarrusVakarian_) Posted Sunday 3rd March 2013 from Twitlonger

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@CmdrButtface @VeliaTsaya @Subjectzerojack -Garrus uses overload on the Atlas' shields. He takes cover as it recharges and does the same as Rayne, firing at the crotch plate. He unloads his clip and takes cover again, popping the heat sink quickly- Its shields are down!

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Sunday 3rd March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Velia smiled at Rayne, chuckling slightly at the choice—or rather omission—of her words.

“You don’t need to ask, Commander,” she said with a smirk, lips pursed as she allowed her eyes to wander, “I’ll watch your back.”

Rayne Shepard (@CmdrButtface) Posted Saturday 2nd March 2013 from Twitlonger

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@VeliaTSaya @SubjectZeroJack @GarrusVakarian_

With all the commotion going on, it was proving difficult to keep her focus. Cerberus was everywhere. She was thankful for the extra set of eyes from her teammates…especially Velia. The electrical whine of a Phantom’s phase disruptor gauntlet and the sound of clashing blades caught Rayne’s attention. It was then she noticed the favor the Asari had done for her.

Mesmerized by the graceful, deadly display of the Asari’s fighting style, Shepard found herself momentarily lost in thought before snapping out of it in time to take out another Trooper closing in on their position. A brief pause and Shepard was taking cover again. Noticing Velia had finally dealt with the Phantom and was joining them again, she smiled at the Asari. “You saved my butt there.”

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Saturday 2nd March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Velia slid behind cover beside Rayne, peering out at the remaining enemies before glancing over at the Commander, quietly checking to see if she was hurt. She looked up again at the comment, her blue eyes glowing, knowing that Rayne had seen her performance.

Garrus Vakarian (@GarrusVakarian_) Posted Saturday 2nd March 2013 from TweetList

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@CmdrButtface @SubjectZeroJack @VeliaTSaya -he nods at Rayne and checks the flanks before relaxing his posture. He looks looks at Jack, frowning slightly-

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Saturday 2nd March 2013 from Twitlonger

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It was taking too long, and Velia decided to follow bursts of gunfire and shouting to locate her team. Soon she found Rayne and the rest amidst bodies of Cerberus forces, looking like they’d just taken on the entire base all at once. As she approached her teammates in cloak, a hair-raising electrical whine gripped her attention. Turning towards the high-pitch sound, her eyes narrowed dangerously at the sight of a charged up phase disruptor gauntlet aimed directly at Rayne.

/Phantom./

A blue stream of biotics rapidly spiralled down Velia’s arm like an angry viper, and she swung her arm at the Phantom without hesitation, not caring that it would break her cloak, and flung a biotic push at the human’s gauntlet, knocking it aside just as it fired.

The Phantom turned with the momentum of the push fluidly, twirling through the air in a butterfly maneuver and recovering in a low aggressive stance with inhuman agility. Her ninjato gleamed in her other hand as she raised her disruptor again, firing another shot at Velia with almost no delay and vanishing into a silhouetted shimmer.

/Assassin vs assassin…/ Velia thought with morbid amusement, cloaking as well as she stepped up, slashing at the obscured figure with nothing but her instinct of where the Phantom’s motion would lead her. White sparks burst out of thin air as her knife met the Phantom’s sword, parrying it aside with a bone-chilling screech.

Electricity arced along their bodies as both assassins decloaked. Velia took another step, seizing the chance while the Phantom’s sword was down and jabbed with her other knife. Her target shifted, and her blade was only able to gouge across the red lens before the human sidestepped.

The Phantom’s dodge led into a counter-attack seamlessly with a back kick, and Velia barely leapt out of range. Growling at the insane speed of the Cerberus agent, Velia tossed her knives into the air along with two more shurikens from her belt. A fierce blue aura flared about her as she shrouded the airborne blades with biotic force, and with a flick of her wrist sent all four weapons flying towards the Phantom.

The human was surprised, but her ninjato was like a blur of metal as she parried all four blades one after anther. Velia pounced amidst the barrage, her hand just inches away from her enemy’s throat as the last blade fell, and from point-blank she fired another biotic push, crushing the Phantom’s trachea.

Rayne Shepard (@CmdrButtface) Posted Friday 1st March 2013 from Twitlonger

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@SubjectZeroJack @GarrusVakarian_ @VeliaTSaya

A smirk and a laugh, Rayne followed suit. Assault rifle in hand, she moves forward covering the handful of enemies that had somehow managed to save themselves from Jack’s destructive path. Headshot, Overload, Warp, Throw, Headshot, Headshot. She spots Garrus out of the corner of her eye running ahead to clear the hall. She covers their flank, ensuring they hadn’t left any enemies behind.

As Garrus confirms the hall is clear, she nods. “Let’s try to keep up with Jack.”

Pushing forward, Rayne executes a series of tech damage and biotic explosions against Cerberus enemies. The headcount was already considerably high, but there were still bodies pouring in as they made their presence known. This was just Cerberus fodder, as they made their way deeper into the facility, they would come across the real challenges. They had to stay alert and not let their guard down.

“Halfway there, Velia. How you holdin' up?” Rayne takes cover, shooting a couple of Centurions. Her ammo runs out and she takes a moment to eject and swap thermal clips.

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Friday 1st March 2013 from Twitlonger

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“Nah-uh, not so easy,” Velia said in a singsong voice, smirking as she sidestepped a couple of glowing whips.

The Dragoon whipped his head around in apparent frustration and pulled the crackling lashes back, drawing another wave of blinding light and electricity as he swung at the Infiltrator (she was still getting used to this new designation), but the asari disappeared just as quickly. The Dragoon cursed in unintelligible mechanical gibberish, spinning the whips in a wide circle frantically in an attempt to land a lucky hit.

A soft and contemptuous laugh flitted through the air, seemingly echoing from all directions. Suddenly one the whips jerked as if catching something, wrapping around a decloaking blade, and the rest of the knife, the arm, and body rapidly appeared only a few feet in front of the Dragoon.

“Told ya.” Velia pulled the knife back along with the entangled whip and lunged towards the Dragoon through the opening. Her other knife slipped into the seam between the helmet and armor and found the mark as it sliced into the Dragoon’s throat.

Jack Nought (@SubjectZeroJack) Posted Friday 1st March 2013 from Twitlonger

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@CmdrButtface @VeliaTSaya @GarrusVakarian

Jack then says “ Your buying me drinks Shepard!” Then starts running full sprint into a hallway yelling “RODRIGUEZ!!!” On top of her lungs while using Shockwave knocking down about 5 or 6 troopers. All thoughts on finding the students in one piece.

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Friday 1st March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Velia blinked in stunned silence as the tattooed woman screamed and charged towards the heavily guarded Cerberus facility, apparently substituting any need for subtlety with raw biotic power.

A familiar whirr hummed somewhere below her, followed by a faint beam sweeping towards Jack’s position, visible only when the red laser refracted off snowflakes in the intense storm.

/Nemesis,/ she thought. Dropping over the edge of the platform and landing on the lower roof, she stalked towards the crouching Cerberus sniper in cloak. The sickening ring of her knives was drowned out by the fierce wind when she drew and plunged the blades into the Nemesis’ neck, crossing the edges in a sheering motion and withdrew, flinging two arcs of red across the pristine white snow.

Jack Nought (@SubjectZeroJack) Posted Friday 1st March 2013 from Twitlonger

Jack while hiding under a desk opens comms with Velia saying" They were supposed to enlist as medical staff, from what I last told them to.“ Beads of sweat starts rolling down Jacks face as she tries to keep calm, trying not to lash out and rampage the facility.

Jack then add to her description of the students to Velia" There’s a young Spanish girl named Rodriguez, she’s only about 18, she’s the leader of the group. I’m mostly worried about her cause her biotics weren’t perfected out of all of them.“ As saying that Jack starts fiddling with her M-77 Paladin.

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Friday 1st March 2013 from Twitlonger

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@CmdrButtface @SubjectZeroJack @GarrusVakarian_

Velia leapt from the pillar to the opposite platform of the Cerberus facility, her small form a blur of black shadow across the windy blizzard for only an instant before she vanished in another trail of dancing cloak shimmer.

She landed with a swift roll along the floor and sprang up, running up another wall with the momentum. With a precise kick against its angled surface she bounded higher, latching onto another platform and stopping just at the edge overlooking the heart of the Cerberus operation. She peered down, feeling exhilarated as her lungs were filled with freezing air, and looked for the ones matching Jack’s description. By miraculous chance she recalled what a /Spanish/ human looked like, and she soon found the medical staff.

Rayne Shepard (@CmdrButtface) Posted Friday 1st March 2013 from Twitlonger

@SubjectZeroJack @GarrusVakarian_ @VeliaTSaya

The shuttle approaches the landing zone, dropping off the team. Shepard pulls out her assault rifle, her eyes scanning the area for any nearby enemies. Nothing in sight, she looks back at her team

We need to know what we’re up against. Velia, you can be our eyes. Scout ahead and tell me what you see. I want to know if we’re just dealing with troopers or if there’s heavy artillery. Mechs, turrets, that sort of thing. I don’t want any surprises.

Garrus, keep your weapon ready for any enemies that try flanking us. Just because we don’t see them, doesn’t mean they aren’t there. Keep an eye our for sleepers…Nemesis, Phantoms. I don’t need any of you dying on me just yet.

Jack, keep an eye out for your students. Let’s play this defensible until we know what kind of numbers we’re up against. I know you’re always looking for a fight, but I want to keep the casualties to a minimum. Well…/our/ casualties anyway. smirks When Velia gives me a head count, we can start the clock and see which one of us kills the most amount of these Cerberus scumbags.

She waves a hand and signals forward

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Friday 1st March 2013 from Twitlonger

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Velia hopped off the shuttle and surveyed the desolate and icy landscape of Noveria, unconsciously rubbing her arms as snowflakes drifted through frigid howling wind.

As delightful as it was to be with Rayne, working for the Alliance—even indirectly—still gave her pause, and she was reminded of that feeling again when she saw the Alliance emblem on the side of the Kodiak shuttle.

/Just another contract,/ she thought, deciding to see the Alliance as just another Terminus employer who paid creds.

Rayne’s order brought her back, and she nodded, eyes lingering on the Commander only for the briefest moment before she turned away, disappearing into the snowy white haze in a flash of cloak shimmer.

***

Velia perched on top of a snow-covered pillar right outside the Cerberus encampment and did a quick headcount. The human radicals must’ve really cared about these students, judging from all the firepower they’ve brought.

For @CmdrButtface

“Liara, you got this, right?” Shepard yelled at the Shadow Broker’s direction and pulled Velia behind an Armax Arena crate before she could answer.

Amelia Anasetti (@AmeliaAnasetti) Posted Saturday 16th February 2013 from Twitlonger

@VeliaTSaya @cyracoronis

-Amelia quickly closed the door behind her, smiling as she heard the satisfying beep and the luminous flash of red, indicating it was locked.

She /loathed/ meeting new people. She was used to be a loner, yet this was the third new person she had associated with in the space of a week.

What the fuck was happening to her?!

Her face soured as she closed her eyes, her breathing slow and deliberate as she attempted to comprehend her situation. The faint chimes of her OT brought her out of her aggravated reverie. She quickly glanced at the message from Velia. She knew the Asari would be perplexed by her behaviour with Cyra, especially as her demeanour had so drastically changed from her excitable, affectionate mood earlier that morning.

Sighing, she made a beeline straight for the bottle of Ryncol that was cooling in the fridge, her body aching for the intoxicating hit. The first drink slipped down her throat, the familiar burning sensation causing her every muscle to relax.

/This was exactly what she needed./

Once again, the insistent squawks of her OT interrupted her self indulgence. Who was it now? A comm message sprang up on her screen causing her to quirk a brow as she stared at the dark, hooded face of a man she had the misfortune to know. Zed’s second in command.–

Well well well, Miss Anasetti… I’m sure you aren’t surprised to see me?

-His slow, rasping tones made her skin crawl.–

How the fuck did you manage to contact me Pel?

-Her brilliant green eyes narrowed, her tongue like venom as she spat every single syllable. She knew the answer anyway… Zed had called her two nights ago, Pel would have easily pulled it from his OT.–

We know what you did! We also know what you are planning to do. Put it this way sweetheart, there’s no way that you are taking that ship…

-His face disappeared as he ended the call. Amelia continued to stare at the blank screen, her hands clenching into fists as she attempted to contain her anger.–

[msg Velia: We have a problem…]

Velia T’Saya (@VeliaTSaya) Posted Sunday 17th February 2013 from Twitlonger

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@AmeliaAnasetti @CyraCoronis

Velia slowly nursed the coffee in front of her, listening to the little gems of wisdom that Cyra apparently had an abundance of, and occasionally humoring the pilot’s curious questions about her and Amelia. The disparate jobs that Velia and Cyra had undertaken meant they rarely crossed paths, but it also meant every time they met, it was under extraordinary circumstances.

A circumstance such as this one. Cyra was right, Velia had plenty of opportunities to leave Omega, but this station was her home, however despicable the inhabitants were. Omega had a system, and one could rise through the ranks either by creds or by blood. Velia was good at one of those, and she had everything else she needed here—until she met the human.

Her eyes wandered to the vacant seat at their small round table, where the woman she had only met not long ago had sat. Cyra was right about Velia again, she was drawn to Amelia’s ruthlessness and the irresistible fire beneath it. What the pilot (who might as well be a psychoanalyst) didn’t know was how completely Amelia’s presence had seized Velia even as she sauntered towards the turian and issued her thinly-veiled threat.

Velia wanted to go after Amelia when the human suddenly departed, but she knew the reason behind it: Amelia hated meeting new people. And Velia didn’t want to aggravate the issue by confronting her. Beyond the warmth she felt knowing that Amelia trusted no one else but her, Velia knew they needed help from others if they wanted to leave Omega.

An beep interrupted her train of thought, and she excused herself from Cyra’s reminiscence, checking her omni-tool under the table. A frown flashed across her face at the ominous message from Amelia, but she suppressed it before the pilot could notice.

Velia dressed up for Rayne Shepard’s birthday.