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the huntress and the shadow (pg-13)

armalis:

Pairing: Abby Williams/Liselle T’Loak, because I don’t believe in canon
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~2,500
Summary: A pair of infiltration girlfriends are finally on the same squad again, and they have some stories to tell.
For: swaps55, without whom this fic would never have reason to exist and whose salarian infiltrator I miss very dearly.
Note: Abby’s an N7 Shadow and Liselle is an asari huntress. And I don’t treat novaguards too kindly in this, so if that’s your favorite multiplayer class, I’m sorry.

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Abby tucks her hair behind her ear, apologizes to the drell who’s been unsuccessfully hitting on her for the past half hour, and walks a few steps away to check her omnitool.

Noveria. Reports of Collector activity. Departure time 2345.

Just enough time to make it back to the apartment she shares with three other soldiers, grab a quick shower and her gear, and be at the docks with two minutes to spare. She returns to the bar to pay her tab - all twenty-five credits of it - and politely brush off one more advance from the drell.

Ash talked about Noveria once, when Abby got her drunk enough after Horizon went south. Cold, with acid-spitting rachni and geth and that asari matriarch who went crazy. Benezia doesn’t seem so crazy now, not with indoctrination reports getting worse by the week. And some days, when she’s crouching behind a box, pinned down by ravager crossfire, acid doesn’t sound like a half-bad idea.

Geth she could still do without.

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There is nothing I don’t love about this.

But “Our salarian’s been down for months. I miss that guy.” means I am going to HUG YOU FOREVER.

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sinvraal replied to your post “Did you know that if you eat a piece of chocolate and drink a sip of…”

OMG a store a block away from where I work has a wall of fancy imported chocolate from all over the world and in all flavors. If you come visit again I know where to get presents!

You say ‘if’ like I’m not currently looking wistfully at plane tickets right now. 

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Did you know that if you eat a piece of chocolate and drink a sip of Cherry Coke it’s a little like a chocolate covered cherry. 

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Quarks

swaps55:

The Commons is busier than usual. Since the coup business has actually increased, but Garrus notes there’s little pleasure in it. They move quicker. Heads down. Forced smiles. The end of the world is coming, he muses. They’re taking advantage of what time they have left, but they have no idea how to enjoy it. And it’s not just them. He fidgets a little in his seat, turns his glass in his talons before taking a curt sip. Mentally ticks off all the things he should be doing instead of taking five minutes to enjoy a drink at Apollo’s.  

“You’re bad at this, Vakarian,” Tali notes.

Garrus’s subvocals hum in embarrassment. “I know. Sorry.”

She tilts her head. Liquid flows up through her straw and into her suit filters. It takes four point two seconds for it to process and actually reach her throat. Garrus has no idea why he remembers that little factoid.

“Even Liara has learned to take a break every now and then,” she points out.

Garrus’ gaze drifts across the Commons to where Liara and Shepard lean against a railing, gazing at into the fake sunlight. Even from here it’s hard to miss how close they stand to each other. Shepard never slouches – makes him too vulnerable – but he does around her. Hell, both of them do around each other. Two of the most ramrod straight-postured people Garrus has ever met, and there they stand with shoulders hunched towards each other, as though they can fence out the world around them. Pretend it’s not there. Occasionally she ducks her chin and smiles. Occasionally Shepard laughs. Things they rarely do outside of one another.

“Think she has good reason to,” Garrus observes.

Tali reaches over and flicks his mandible. Garrus makes a rather undignified noise that only makes her chuckle.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You’ll figure it out eventually,” she replies, as she takes another sip.

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Reblogging because I’m having A Day. 

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Quarks

The Commons is busier than usual. Since the coup business has actually increased, but Garrus notes there’s little pleasure in it. They move quicker. Heads down. Forced smiles. The end of the world is coming, he muses. They’re taking advantage of what time they have left, but they have no idea how to enjoy it. And it’s not just them. He fidgets a little in his seat, turns his glass in his talons before taking a curt sip. Mentally ticks off all the things he should be doing instead of taking five minutes to enjoy a drink at Apollo’s.  

“You’re bad at this, Vakarian,” Tali notes.

Garrus’s subvocals hum in embarrassment. “I know. Sorry.”

She tilts her head. Liquid flows up through her straw and into her suit filters. It takes four point two seconds for it to process and actually reach her throat. Garrus has no idea why he remembers that little factoid.

“Even Liara has learned to take a break every now and then,” she points out.

Garrus’ gaze drifts across the Commons to where Liara and Shepard lean against a railing, gazing at into the fake sunlight. Even from here it’s hard to miss how close they stand to each other. Shepard never slouches – makes him too vulnerable – but he does around her. Hell, both of them do around each other. Two of the most ramrod straight-postured people Garrus has ever met, and there they stand with shoulders hunched towards each other, as though they can fence out the world around them. Pretend it’s not there. Occasionally she ducks her chin and smiles. Occasionally Shepard laughs. Things they rarely do outside of one another.

“Think she has good reason to,” Garrus observes.

Tali reaches over and flicks his mandible. Garrus makes a rather undignified noise that only makes her chuckle.

“What the hell was that for?”

“You’ll figure it out eventually,” she replies, as she takes another sip.

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Your mother is a vorcha and your father smelt of vorchaberries.

Asked by Anonymous

thievinghippo:

OH SNAP SON

You want to talk smack about the vorcha, you best be prepared to back that shit up!

Fact or fiction? No one in the galaxy knows how the fuck the vorcha got off their planet. FACT. They don’t have space flight. They barely know how to read or write. Here’s what basically happened. A couple of vorcha stowed away on a traveler’s ship and then they spread all over the galaxy.

They are the fucking tribbles of the Mass Effect universe. Violent, primitive tribbles who don’t take shit from anyone.

And when I say anyone, I mean it. The damn Reapers came to their homeworld of Hestok and the vorcha barely blinked. The Reapers were reduced to basically running around the vorcha homeworld with the Benny Hill chase music blaring in the background. Why, you ask? Because the vorcha aren’t intimidated as a group. Unless a Reaper threatens them personally, they don’t give a shit. And for good reason.

They have the most unique biology in the entire galaxy. They’re made of non-differentiated cells, giving them regen abilities. You know that really annoying feeling when you shoot a vorcha in-game and they start regening right away? That’s how they roll.

Because of this, they can adapt to any environment or injury. Get burned? They grow thicker skin. Take away their water? Their bodies adapt to get moisture from the atmosphere. Lose a limb? They grow one back.

These fuckers are the living embodiment of the YOLO lifestyle. Did you know the vorcha only live until they’re about twenty years old? They have no government, they have no natural resources on their planet. All they do is fuck and fight.

But occasionally, other species will try to educate the vorcha to use them as skilled laborers. Not many want to take on the expense, though, when a vorcha’s lifespan is so short. But when they do, they can have amazing results.

Like the groups that helped in the Reaper War. That’s right. The vorcha helped. Even having no organized government and no space flight, the vorcha held their own in the war.

Let me tell you about the Void Devils Fight Wing. These badass pilots were co-trained by humans and turians. Once they’re given their target, they don’t stop until every fucker is dead. They’ve become legendary for their courage. Think about that. Races like the turians and krogan think these pilots are courageous.

Next there’s the vorcha labor team. Without them, the Crucible doesn’t get built. End of story. Goodbye galaxy, better luck next cycle. See, the Crucible was built on a planet that had no magnetosphere, which meant it was bathed in a shit ton of radiation. Good for keeping away the enemies, bad when you actually need to do work on the hull. But the Crucible had the vorcha, who had been trained for precision work. And because of their unique biology, they could work on the hull and heal themselves of the radiation poisoning as they did.

IN CONCLUSION: Don’t mess with the vorcha. What doesn’t kill them makes them stronger. Literally. 

Next up: the hanar

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I DID IT! I DID IT! I GOT BEST OF THE BEST!
Second Gold solo on Giant/Reaper, with my Salarian Infiltrator. Got Escort/Hack (back behind LZ, perfect spot)/Carry for my objectives. Came out with missiles and medigel to spare!
I AM SO EXCITED I DID IT! LOOK AT ME I DID IT!

I DID IT! I DID IT! I GOT BEST OF THE BEST!

Second Gold solo on Giant/Reaper, with my Salarian Infiltrator. Got Escort/Hack (back behind LZ, perfect spot)/Carry for my objectives. Came out with missiles and medigel to spare!

I AM SO EXCITED I DID IT! LOOK AT ME I DID IT!

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Oh my god I got to the garage without touching the floor. No one witnessed it but the acrobatics required were REALLY IMPRESSIVE I promise.

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I have a conundrum.

Some people just came and refinished my wood floors. There are two rooms in the house I cannot access for the next four hours while it dries. The kitchen. And my garage. 

The two rooms I need to access in order to eat lunch are the kitchen. And the garage. 

Dammit. 

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