A/N: I'm really unhappy with the formatting but FF is ignoring my attempts to fix it. The formatting is intact on AO3 if it bothers you.
Jane Doe's Omni-Activity October 5th – Present Day
(Search) Turian society
Article: Colonial Roots – The Strongest Military's Humble Beginnings
Article: Cipritine's Educational System Receives Foremost Ranking from Hierarchy
(Search) Turian Culture
Xenostudies 101 – Chapter 4:Turian Sense of Honor (downloaded PDF)
Documentary: Heart of Courage – Bleeding Blue (Watched Vid in Full: 2 hours 10 minutes)
( Search) Turian body language
(Search) Turian mandible movements
How to Read Turian Facial Expressions (downloaded PDF)
(Search) Turian sub-vocals
Love and Bonding: A Maiden's Handbook by Peoslia Edove of Good Morning Thessia (closed after 59 seconds)
(Search) Can asari have sex with everyone?
Blog: Sluts of the Galaxy
Tammy Talk: Are Asari More Promiscuous as a Species?
(Search) Can asari have sex with all species?
Vid: Hentai Foundry Rated XXX for Hanar Tentacle Action (Closed after 3 seconds. History deleted.)
(Search) WTF is wrong with people (Entered ten times in quick succession. No links clicked on.)
(Search) Turian sub-vocals platonic
(Search) What do turian sub-vocals mean to a human?
Befriending Our Allies: An Alliance Guide to Turian Expressions (Downloaded PDF)
Article: Cross Species Strike Teams Gain Popularity by ANN
(Search) Turian language
Palavoni for Beginners (Browsed 32 minutes. PDF not downloaded.)
Article: The Hierarchy's Nullification of Turian Dialects
Article: One Language to Rule Them All: An In-depth Study of the Unification War's Cultural Genocide
Jane closed her omni-tool and rolled onto her back. Time was passing slowly. Once their home-base was secured, the team departed, leaving her bored and restless. Garrus came to visit on a daily basis however. Stumbling over his words, apologizing for putting her in danger in one breath and profusely thanking her for saving his squad in the next. The quixotic man claimed to be a terrible turian. Yet, Jane failed to see the truth in that statement. He came from a world where honor and self-sacrifice were paramount. Two words she'd use to describe him in a heartbeat. Although, she still struggled around him. His voice, a pleasant rumble to her ears, remained alien, its depths unknowable. There were subtleties in his vocal cords that escaped her understanding.
If someone told her that the alien trooper blasting through The Ubralle was on her side, she would've stabbed them in their lying face. And now it seems she made a friend?
At the very least, she'd made the list of people under his vigilant protection. Not that she had the faintest clue what to do with that knowledge. No one cared about her. No one alive anyway. The notion frightened her, made her want to stuff it down, hide it somewhere in the recesses of her mind until time washed away any traces. Caring about people meant being vulnerable. And vulnerable was a bad state to be in when the inevitable came to call.
She groaned in frustration, hit the morphine button, and fell asleep.