The casualties of war are often unfathomable, but pity not the dead. For it is the living that must carry on with their wounds, tossing and turning in their beds with only ghosts for company. And it certainly doesn't help when sleep is interrupted by insufferable drones. Includes: An attempt at Humor. Angst with a Happy Ending. Developing Relationship. Post-War. Destroy Ending.

"Fedorian is dead," Garrus had told him. "You're the new Primarch." But Adrien had lived a whole life before those fateful words were said to him. Excerpt: The encroaching mass of turians began to split down the middle to flank the city with Victus at its point -the keel that parted a torrential sea.

AO3 Cross Posted: A year without word of her survival has left Garrus restless. After a whole series of events, the game has finally changed and he's tired of waiting. He knows where she is and he'll let nothing stand between him and the woman most call, "Commander." To him, she's just Shepard.

AO3 Cross Posted. Crawling out of his unmarked, desert grave a young turian must struggle to carve out a new life for himself during the height of the reaper war. With no memory of who he is, he has little choice but to piece together the fragments of his past, not knowing if he'll like the picture that comes together in the end.

AO3 Cross posted. The fall of the reapers brings new challenges for Adrien Victus. He's a man mourning all that he's lost, as well as a General that wants to restore his people to what they were. Now, he's also a Primarch, expected to participate in the lucrative dance that is politics. This is a story of his struggle to discover who he really is and what he'll become in the end.