-Author's note- Greetings fellow lurkers!
This is an AU story about a turian Shepard aka Nim and her time as a recruit in the turian military academy. This idea has been spinning around in my head for a while now and i hope you like it.
Rated M for smutty goodness, this story is a Shepard/Garrus pairing. But I have planned to throw in other characters to create some delicious tension, hehe XD
Also English in not my first language so please just bear with me.
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The shuttle started to taxi out of the docking bay. Nim watched as the people waving goodbye from the landing pad got smaller and smaller, including her dad. With a sigh she turned her head to look at the other passengers on the shuttle, there were a couple of asari sitting to her left but other than that is was primarily other turians that was on the shuttle to Pheiros. If she remembered correctly Pheiros was an asteroid towed near the class-B blue giant Gemmae to serve as a military base as well as the hierarchy primary academy to train new recruits, an academy she soon would be joining, her mandibles spread in a smile at the thought. All turians were expected to join the academy at age 15 and serve the hierarchy. Nim wondered if she was the only recruit from Rocam to join the academy this year. The turians on the shuttle were all too old to be new recruits; maybe some of them were instructors or medical personal on their way to the base.
With a shrug she turned back to the window to get the last glimpse of Rocam. That remote mining colony had been her home for the last 15 years. Nim's father had tried to give her the best home possible despite his colorful past. Maksius Nictus was a proud turian despite being from a low standing colony in the hierarchy; he wore his ice blue clan markings with pride. Nim swore to bear her own ice blue clan marking with as much dignity as her father, regardless of what other turians might say, she was a Nictus after all. Nim remembered how anxious her father had been days before she was scheduled to leave, he would never admit it but he was afraid that being from a low standing colony would decrease her chances to advance in the military.
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"Father I'm going to the academy just like every other 15 year old turian, it will be fine" Nim shook her head and went back to packing her already stuffed duffel bag.
Maksius sat at the table, he had tried to fix his pistol which had become jammed when he and Nim had been out practicing on the range, he couldn't seem to find what the problem was. He was too distracted thinking about his daughters first year in the military. He turned back to his daughter with a heavy sigh.
" I know I'm just worried that's all, don't mind me little Nim"
Nim was considered short for her age. Turians had several big grow spurts during their first years and adolescent, they would grow a lot in a certain amount of time and remain basically unchanged until their next grow spurt. Nims own short stature puzzled her a lot, unlike most turians her age she had not gone through the normal growth spurt that occurred from ages 13 to 15, hence her father calling her little Nim. Her father had spent many months trying to come up with a name for her, he said he just couldn't decide on one. According to him Nim was her first word, though she had her doubts, what kind of baby says nim as her first word?! It was just too weird. Nim Nictus, it sounded like a name for a male perfume advertisement; it was an unusual turian name that's for sure. Maksius cleared his throat to get his daughters attention.
" You've got to step carefully when you enter the academy little Nim, many of the recruits will have powerful clans backing them and making sure they get privileges you can only dream of. In an ideal world skills and accomplishments would determine who would advance and rise in rank in the hierarchy, but in our society where colony and clan play such a big part it will be much more difficult for low ranking turians like you to have a good steady career, regardless of how dedicated you are " her father growled as he tried in vain to fix the broken pistol.
Maksius spoke from experience, unlike the majority of 15 year old turians he decided to join a mercenary gang instead. Like her he had grown up on Rocam and he had watched several of his fellow clansmen return from their "military career" with their heads hung low. The truth was that turians from outer colonies was considered second rate by the "high" ranking turians from the inner primary colonies and Palaven. So Maksius decided to walk his own path instead of enlisting in the turian military. But that decision was not without consequences, by denying to fulfill his duty to the hierarchy he was not considered a turian citizen. If someone would search the archives for a Maksius Nictus it would come up blank, as far as the hierarchy was concerned Maksius Nictus did not exist. He and Nim both came from a colony, something that entitled both of them to colony markings, but by definition Nim was clan-less. Something that was frowned upon just as much as being barefaced.
"We talked about this. I want to have a career as an engineer in the hierarchy, and the only way to do that is to earn citizenship by enlisting in the military" Nim saw how tired her father's dark brown eyes looked, it was obvious that this was something that had been on his mind for a while.
Nim slowly rose from her crunched position on the floor and walked to stand beside her father, waiting for him to answer. Maksius was a thinker, he would always take a moment to come up with the best answer possible before speaking. Nim was the direct opposite; she would often speak first and think later, a skill that had gotten her In trouble more than once.
" I know, and I'm happy that you are so sure of your path, but don't expect it will be easy. There will be many turians that feel they are entitled to certain positions because of their clan name and status" Maksius looked at his daughters face, her dark plates was just like his own. Only her plates had a blue shine to them and her eyes was had a striking gray color with blue specs in them.
"I will be fine, you'll see. And stop worrying, you're right mandible keeps twitching" Nim poked his shoulder, mandibles spread in a grin. Maksius let out an annoyed huff and went back to working on his pistol. Nim spread her mandibles in a wider grin and simply shook her head. Her father was a man of few words indeed, but a caring one none the less.
She walked back to her full but still not fully packed duffel bag. "You worry too much father, I will be just peachy" Nim said over her shoulder.
She would leave her home colony. Unlike most of the turians on Rocam , she wasn't going to pass up the chance for something potentially better. There was a huge galaxy out there to explore and she didn't want to miss out.
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Nearly forty-eight hours after leaving her home colony, Nim arrived on Pheiros. The line to the rapid transport that would take the new recruits to the academy was fairly long. And Everybody. Was. Taller. Than. Her. Nim let out an annoyed huff, a habit she had picked up from her father and did her best to lift the monstrosity that was her duffel bag.
The space port was pretty much full up with people. Colony markings from all around citadel space, but she couldn't spot a single other turian that had colony markings that belonged to an outer colony, she was the only one in sight. Turians of every shade of grey, brown and black surrounded her. Never in her life had she ever felt so tiny; everyone stood at least a head or a shoulder taller than her. At least her fellow turian recruits were closer in size, but Nim looked around and to her disappointment discovered that most of them had gone through their 13-15 year old growth spurt and the rest were In their final stage of it.
With a sigh she walked towards the line, or at least what she assumed was the line, it wasn't like she could see anything. All around her was turian backs, turian backs and cowls, it was like a prison of backs and cowls for spirits sake. And the situation didn't get better by the fact that her duffel bag was two thirds her size, efficiently dwarfing her. People shot her curios glances as she wobbled her way towards her fellow recruits. Her bag was so heavy that she almost fell to the floor when an over eager recruit pushed past her. Nim glared after the rude boy who almost tripped her and would have caused her to be crushed by her own over stuffed bag. She could just imagine it "death by duffel bag" the image was just too ridiculous she had to giggle, sometimes she just cracked herself up. Nim almost didn't hear the boy calling after his friend.
"Hey! Hey Garrus!"
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-Author's note-
So there it is the first chapter. I appreciate reviews and feedback, and I hope all you lurkers enjoyed this chapter!
I have gotten some feedback on the story, i know i have spelling and grammar errors and i want to fix it. So if someone wants to be my beta or know where i can find one just cry out! ^-^
I should go. ^_^