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[ The Galra had found something. That was the extent of Thace's knowledge on the matter thanks to how tightly guarded high command is keeping their communications. Despite his promotion and proximity to the inner circle of the Emperor, they keep things tight-lipped; getting intel on the matter back to Kolivan, almost impossible. It's only by chance that he happens to hear two of the Druids conversing as they move, the ghosted whispers of being he knows well to avoid by now.

He doesn't get more than "Quintessence" and a ship cargo designation, but that's all he needs to act. When the ship pulls in to dock and its cargo secured, set for high command's deepest levels, Thace breaks in, intending to do no more than trace a log of the cargo's origin, destination, and contents. He expects it's to do with the Witch's never-ending Quintessence experiments.

What he doesn't expect to find is the hold empty of everything but a single cryo-chamber and a single occupant.

He hedges closer, uncertain and cautious, and nearly loses his breath when he gets close enough to see through the fog within.

Pale skin, pale hair. Pointed ears. Markings, which can only mean one thing--an Altean. ]

Impossible...

[ it comes out a murmur as he quickly scans the chamber, but what pops up? Is not a listing of information. Just an error message which tells him the device in front of him does not exist.

This is beyond top-secret. Thace curses. Handing an Altean over to the Emperor after his bloodthirsty drive to find Voltron...no. It isn't an option. So instead of sending the chamber onto its final destination Thace does something incredibly risky, incredibly stupid, and incredibly necessary.

He redesinates the codes on the chamber and switches it with one holding a prisoner, takes the chamber himself, and ships them both off base. Once it's just him and a few reprogrammed sentries on board Thace returns to the frozen chamber and slowly keys in the codes, waited with bated breath as air hisses upon release and the door opens. ]

[Garrus never really held any qualms with teaching kids how to shoot. In turian culture, everybody--citizen-aged or younger--knows the ins and outs of military equipment. It's what made their society so secure and well-defended. Anyone who dared to try and take a turian home was due for a healthy dose of bad times. Reapers included.]

[However, Garrus could also tell when interest in armory went beyond practicality and well into more concerning areas.]

[So it's during another lesson that Garrus, while setting up new targets, brings up the topic.]

So you never told me why you wanted to learn how to shoot.

And don't give me any of that "I wanna help save the world" crap. We both know that's not it. At least not entirely.

( Send your worse or someone willing to put up with a horrible liar and one piece fan. )

[ Things had finally been looking up for Bren. There weren't any crisis' that he was forced to help with or any people nearby that needed saving. He finally got almost a full nights rest...It was great. Sure, he knew it wouldn't last, but it was nice to have a break.

And then he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, as the city descended into a panic. He didn't know what had happened, but from snippets of conversation he was able to catch, it seemed like some kind of rebel disturbance. Regardless of what actually happened, the pandemonium was spreading as more people became aware of the situation and rumors grew more and more sinister. People were freaking out and they didn't even know why, not really. It was exhausting to watch.

Bren tries to push his way through the crowd, to get closer to the incident and find out some actual information, when someone shouts at a guard and starts pointing in his direction.

Those two! They're the ones I saw lurking around, they must be with the Rebels!

It's like all the energy he'd stored up over the last couple days is sucked out in an instant. Yeah, he looked pretty disheveled and he had bags under his eyes from 20 years of living on practically no sleep, but he hadn't been lurking anywhere.

He looks over at the other person being accused and...it's a young man who doesn't really seem to be rebelling against anything at the moment. C'mon.

Bren sighs. ]

We should get outta here, kid. Before they lock us up with the actual criminals.

[ Elden had left the city for possibly the first time in his life. He had lived a life of an urchin, getting by through small acts of thieving. That was the day to day in this large, never sleeping city; just surviving for the sake of surviving. He wanted more from life, more than what he had and he almost believed it wouldn't happen. Until he had that dream from the woman wreathed in sunlight.

She spoke to him and told him to leave and ever since then things had been different. He had been given something in return but he was left with the one thing he needed; purpose. What was he to do? Maybe he had to find it. Either way he had left and was on the open road. But, thankfully, not alone.

The it was mid afternoon, the sun blazing down on the two youths as the walked along the dirt road. Fields of grass and wild flowers surrounded them, a sweet scent on the air. The sight would be marvellous but Elden was more focused on finding a place before night. ]

Hey, so, what does the map say? Are we close to any village?

Edited 2019-06-25 23:24 (UTC)

Bull hates Orlais. It's too much pomp and circumstance. The rooms are too shiny, too well-decorated.

But the beds were large, and soft, and Sen looked even smaller than usual, dwarfed by the bed. He was tucked in firmly, hair brushed from his face, sleeping peacefully.

He'd been sleeping too much. For days now. It had been days since Bull had carried Sen back through all those fucking mirrors, too light, too weak, even more colorless than his usual.

A decision had been made in the moment: Sen, lying crumpled on the stone, clutching his arm that was most assuredly going to kill him.

Bull had made the single clean stroke to take the arm just below the elbow, had driven all his strength and skill into it. When he closed his eyes, he could still hear the scream of pain. But in the aftermath, with Sen bandaged and unconscious, he had looked less in pain than he had for a while.

It almost made it worth it, to know that Sen wasn't going to die because of the Anchor. And he had the best healers in all of Orlais and the Inquisition looking after him.

It didn't make it any easier, though, to sit at his bedside and wait.

Slowly, he reached out and cupped the top of Sen's head with one large palm, then leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead. "Don't sleep too much longer. You need to wake up."

[ Glitch had come accustomed to Empatheias. The air, the water, the life outside, it was hard to put it into words. Incredible wasn't enough to explain this new found freedom he found here. As much as he wanted his friends from home in this place, maybe it was to be expected. It was too good to be true so obviously it had to still taste a little bitter.

He thought today was going to feel like one of those days. Just waking up to Empatheias feeling both grateful and angry, but instead it wasn't that. He woke up in a room he hadn't recognized. This wasn't like the one back home nor was it the one he stayed in in Empatheias. It was something all together. He instantly sat up from the bed, bolting to the door. If he's someone's kidnappee well, he was going to get the jump on them.

However, he all but stops when he passes the uncovered window. He turns to look outside only to look out in confusion. A city of machines and water was his view. Lights everywhere, a place that didn't look like it ever slept.

He approached the glass, placing a hand on it to look closer, as if somehow that would break this strange vision. ]

Where the hell am I? [ He doesn't even control the volume of his voice. He's definitely might've shouted that. ]

Edited 2019-07-27 00:11 (UTC)

[ The smell of fire and blood seemed to fill the air. A ringing filled his ears, cutting out all sound around him as his head wracked with pain. He could feel the cold, metal floor pressed against his cheek as he lay splayed there. What had happened to have him here?

He was to finally be a padawan to a Jedi Master. He was to put together his saber for the final time and finally go out on an assignment for the republic. But, then the screams happened, the shots of blasters going off. He had turned to the noise, leaving his room to see what was happening. Then an explosion and he felt himself thrown across the hall.

He let out a grunt of pain as he heaved himself from the floor, the smell of burning cloth caught his nose. Turning his gaze towards the source of the smell he was greeted by the sight of flames crawling up his robe. Immediately, his eyes go wide as he rips it off and tossing it to the side; well, he never did like the thing anyways.

But, what had caused all this commotion? How many had gotten hurt in that explosion? Pushing his bangs from his face, Glitch ran towards the noise, hearing the sounds of blasters and screams becoming louder and louder. When he turned the corner he was met with the sight he never imagined;

Clones, firing upon Jedi, Jedi cutting down clones as they advanced. Bodies strewn across the floor, both youngling and adult alike. He froze, eyes darting around at the carnage. What was happening? Why was this happening? He had been so focused on what was before him he barely noticed a trooper stepping up beside him and ready to shoot. His eyes glance and he already hits the floor before the laser hits him. Wide eyed on the floor, his body in shock he can only push himself away as the soldier looks back to him, ready to fire again. ]

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Edited 2020-04-21 15:42 (UTC)

[ Demons. It always had to be demons? It never seemed like there was a break between that or dealing with cultists. Honestly, if the two didn't get mixed up together it would be a very slow day indeed.

Sen had gotten separated from the others from an enemy mage's spell having brought down the cliff side. Just his luck. Things either went wonderfully in his favour or horribly against him. There was no in-between.

Right now he was just fleeing for his life, throwing spells behind him as he went as the enemy slowly caught up behind. Through gritted teeth he could only say; ]

Why must all these cultists have a death wish?!

It's a Hell of a fight - literally. Champion against Champion, Zerxus against a fighter he remembers hearing of, once, but whose identity is now lost to him; they are but an enemy for him to fight, though he supposes, in the back of his mind, they could have been friends. So many of those he fights, he could have been friends with, but for the simple fact that these are not his fights to choose; he is bound to Asmodeus's command, to his soul contract, for what may as well be eternity.

It already feels like eternity, though it seems like only yesterday that Avalir fell. That the Calamity began. That day of revelations, of trust given and broken, and belief that damned him - belief he still holds, for if it is one thing Asmodeus cannot overwrite, it is what makes Zerxus Zerxus. Be it hubris or faith, Zerxus holds on to it, even as he loses consciousness from the next merciless strike to his head.

Good, is his last thought. For while he fights for Asmodeus, no one doubts the fact that his heart is elsewhere. Forever searching the stars for its soulmate, just as that soulmate reaches out for him, in turn. One day, they may even be reunited.

This day, though, he falls. And when he wakes up, he is surprised to find himself not back in the Hells- and moreso to find that the chokehold he has felt on his very being, his soul, has lessened. He sits up, a hand flying to his forehead, and- no. Those are still there. But-

But the battle is over. There is nothing here but the dead, he realizes, as he looks around and sees the crows picking at those left.

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