Omega Space Station
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The turian walked alone through the corridors in near silence, the only sound being the clink of his boots on the floor.
The building had seen more than a few firefights, as evidenced by the bullet holes and scorch marks present on the walls and the floors. But the scars were old, just as the turian felt.
He paused in front of a cracked window as he caught sight of his reflection. He was wearing blood blue armor, complete with a face concealing helmet, tinted black to further shroud his identity in secrecy.
This was the site of his greatest failure and soon to be the site of his redemption. He glanced down at the symbol painted on his chest, a stylized pair of blue wings. The turian took a deep breath and really thought about the icon.
It stood for an idea. Ideas could not be killed the way his brothers in arms had been. And anyone could carry it.
Anyone could pick up a rifle and a mask and try to make a difference. What mattered was the symbol, not the man wearing it. The turian moved away from his reflection and started down the stairs to check the lower levels.
Once upon a time his name was Lantar Sidonis.
Now? There is only Archangel.
Hey everyone! I know it's been another month in between updates, and for that I apologize. I've been extremely busy and on top of that, I got writer's block for a while. Originally, I was planning to do another dozen or so chapters for the Citadel arc, but I started to feel that it was dragging. Thus, I shall return to the Citadel at at a later date. The next couple of chapters, which I will be releasing once a day for the next week will deal with characters that make other places in the galaxy their home. I hope this chapter was satisfactory.