Why? Tell me why the majority of mass effect fanfic stories take place 80% on Normandy? There are so many stories to tell! So many things to explore! So I'm going to explore my part.
It was while recently watching Top Gun (first of the name), that I had an epiphany. To write a story about an elite pilot squadron (it won't be a copy and paste of Top Gun, I promise). I then hesitated between some universe (Star Wars (classic and probably already done), Halo (My knowledge in this universe is limited so no), and finally Mass effect (Bingo, bingo))
Finally, each character you will see in this story will be unique. And to be totally free of canon, I'm going to set myself many years after the end of ME3. I'll make a few hints (without getting into fan services) here and there. I'll make sure to be as vague as possible about Shepard's romance (and whether it's Jane or John). In that way, everyone can put in the romance they want without creating a twentieth L.I civil war.
As for the updates, they will be about one per month. (If everything goes well)
Oh, I almost forgot! My native language is not English. So if you see any grammatical abominations, please let me know. A comment, or a remark, even a negative one, is always appreciated. So please let go (DO IT ! Bosh'tet).
The Wings of DawnThe year is 2253, sixty-seven years after the war against the Reapers ended with their destruction. The galaxy has gradually been rebuilt and peace reigns between the different races in the galaxy. It is to maintain this peace that a squadron of the best pilots of each race was created in 2212. A group that quickly became a legend, becoming The Wings of Dawn.
Chapter 1The dashboard lights flashed in all directions, and the alarm sounded, telling Virivia that she was being chased. The sharp and shrill sound hissed repeatedly in the cockpit. She performed a few dodging maneuvers to try to get out of the enemy lock. Turning her head slightly, she nervously sought to make eye contact with her target.
The infinity of space slid before her eyes, and millions of tiny points of light flashed across the infinite black canvas. Another alarm sounded, quickly refocusing her on her objective. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the characteristic shape of a crescent moon chasing her.
"You don't want to let go of me, do you?" She mumbled through her helmet. She did a barrel roll before diving headfirst into the vacuum of space. The engine buzzed in her ears, and the alarm continued to hiss relentlessly.
Persevering, I like it.
Turning her gaze to the larboard, she saw the remains of metallic debris. The remains of a space station that stood there before the great war. A giant cemetery of waste that had also become the grave of many people. This place has now become a training area for all the pilots in the galaxy. A quick connection was made in her brain.
Risky, but nevertheless possible.
His joystick swung sharply toward the debris field turning the Korna fighter ninety degrees from its original position.
"Spirit!" She heard him swear through the radio in his helmet. This reaction made her smile with satisfaction. Her sudden maneuver had not completely destabilized her opponent, who was still following her closely. Her claw pressed the radio transmission button.
"So Arrucus, surprised?" He let out a small sigh of amusement.
"Virivia, you're not going to get me. I've been dominating you since the beginning and I haven't heard my on-board computer go off once yet." He boasted. Virivia could also hear a dripping sarcasm coming from his mouth. She squinted her eyes and placed her claw on the transmission button.
"I'll fix it." She declared before cutting the communication.
Arrucus' hands gripped the joystick of his ship tightly as he continued to chase Virivia this time into the middle of a debris field. The lock beeped on his instrument panel.
"Come on! I'm almost there." He muttered through his teeth. As one of his claws grazed the firing button. Virivia grazed one of the pieces of wreckage, suddenly canceling his targeting.
"Shit!" He swore as he played with the power allocated to the engines to avoid colliding. He narrowly avoided the metal carcass and resumed his hunt.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Virivia's hand landed on the engine power lever and she pushed it to its maximum capacity. She was now hurtling through a sea of space debris at over six hundred knots. She was now piloting by pure instinct; to be unfocused would be to make a mistake that would be fatal. Arrucus saw the ship he was chasing melt away at high speed out of his sight.
"She's crazy!" Fear was audible in the sound of his voice. He didn't dare to do the same, too frightened by the too many surrounding clumps of wreckage.
Continuing to weave, Virivia could feel the engine of her Korna rumbling violently. Her seat began to jolt her harder and harder, the ship was not designed to stay at full throttle for so long. The jerks distracted her for a moment as two colossal remnants of an alliance cruiser suddenly appeared before her. Her reptilian eyes widened in terror as she noticed them.
Spirit!
Her hand fell on the power lever and she immediately shut down the engines. She pulled the joystick towards her, tilting her ship upwards and reactivating the engines at full power. However, Aradius's principle dictates. In space, there was no gravity. So no force to stop the thrust that was sending her straight into a wall. She hoped to have reacted in time to go over. Gritting her teeth, she felt her joystick vibrate under her claws as the fighter climbed rapidly on a diagonal.
Something suddenly rubbed against its shoring, and the back of the ship jerked upward. An alarm sounded and a red light illuminated the entire cockpit. She immediately activated the retrorockets to avoid spinning around and losing control of the fighter for good.
After a brief struggle, she managed to stabilize her device. She quickly scanned her surroundings to see if there was any more danger. Seeing that she had left the debris field, she thanked the spirits that she had not collided with another piece of junk. She didn't see Arrucus anywhere and thought he must have gotten lost among the wreckage. Virivia then focused on her dashboard and discovered on one of the screens that her right rear wing had rubbed one against the wreckage. Her claws quickly danced across the dashboard and she made a quick checklist.
"Right fin damaged. Minor, just a scratch. No other incidents to report." She indicated.
"Good reception Corporal. Continue the training." Ordered a voice from one of the speakers.
"As you wish." She replied. She turned her head to the right and an amused smile played on her 'lips'.
"Just between us, Arrucus." Her claws gripped the joystick tightly and she quickly turned around returning to the heart of the debris field.
She watched her radar carefully for the Turian, but the numerous pieces of debris interfered with the scanners, forcing her to search for him on sight. Adrenaline coursed through her body, the hunt exhilarating all her senses. Virivia had loved it since she was young, she had worked so hard to become a pilot. Today would fulfill a dream she had had since she was a child. Her eyes searched everywhere as the adrenaline continued to flow through her veins.
"Where are you Arrucus?" The temptation to hand over the radio just to annoy and taunt the other Turian pilot sprang to mind. As she was about to press the comm system, she noticed to the northeast of her position a faint trail of light stretching into the distance.
"Gotcha!" She pushed her engine and charged straight at the target. She knew the Arrucus fighter model had a blind spot on its lower rear end. She positioned her craft in the ideal configuration as she got closer to it. Virivia's lock-on system suddenly engaged and the hunt was on. Arrucus' computer suddenly began to bark.
"Damn it! Where is she?!" He shouted to himself. He looked around in hopes of seeing her, but all he could see was emptiness and debris. Realizing that she was attacking him from below, he dove in headfirst. This maneuver was in vain, and the computer beeped faster.
Virivia's eyes darted between her computer and Arrucus, who was desperately trying to escape her. The beeping became almost continuous, and Virivia raised her thumb, letting it hover over the red button.
"Shit! Shit!" He continued to swear, as he began to stumble between the debris in a last-ditch effort to escape her.
A confirmation sound rang out in the cockpit and Virivia's claw came down on the button. The screens on her dashboard suddenly turned green.
"Gotcha! In your shell Arrucus!" She rejoiced.
Arrucus punched his now red dashboard screen, "By the spirits! Damn you! " He shouted, before slowing down and placing his ship next to Virivia's.
Turning her head, she could see Arrucus in his cockpit making gestures to reactivate the radio. Her claws slipped over her helmet and she reactivated the communication. The first thing she heard was a sigh of frustration.
Arrucus placed his hand on the top of his helmet, "Well done, Virivia."
She tilted her head toward him, "So, didn't see me coming, huh?"
Arrucus repositioned himself in his seat and played with the buttons on the dashboard a bit, "Well, no. Using the debris and catching me in my blind spot were good ideas. Way to go, kid." He turned his head towards her and looked at his ship, "I heard on the radio that it hit. How's your ship?"
"I brushed up against one of the carcasses a little too close. A few scratches, but nothing too serious. A lack of vigilance on my part." She let her back relax a little. It had completely radishes during the aerial duel.
"It won't be this time, I guess?" Confessed Arrucus. "See you afterward to celebrate your victory?" Virivia shrugged her faceplate and a smile spread across her face.
"I haven't won yet, Accurus. But it will be my pleasure." She pressed the button on the radio, opening a communication channel "Vicrius? This is Corporal Virivia and Corporal Arrucus we are returning to base." After a brief silence, the radio crackled.
"This is the Vicrius, messages received. Rendez-vous deck 2 for landing."
"Received." She declared before the radio went silent again. Virivia and Arrucus left the debris field, returning at slow speed to the Vicrius fighter carrier. On the way back, the two pilots were able to take a breather.
I made a mess of this debris field, I'm sure the captain will come after me.
Virivia pounded her brain for being distracted by mere vibrations and she was increasingly concerned that the captain would reprimand her. As she continued toward the rendezvous, she sighed in exasperation. Arrucus turned his head.
"Something wrong, Virivia?"
She swiveled her head in surprise before she realized she hadn't turned off their radio link. She denied it with a simple shake of her head as her fingers began to twitch on her dashboard.
"No, nothing."
Arrucus turned his head away in displeasure.
"Yeeeaaaaah!" He grumbled, loudly enough for her to hear. She gave him a dark look that Arrucus could feel even with his helmet screwed on his head.
Leave me alone! Damn it!
"I don't want to talk about it!" She simply replied. Rather than throwing an insult at him.
"I know you by heart Virivia. You are afraid to fail over the clinging." Virivia's body slumped in her seat.
"Today is an important day! We are hosting one of the Wings members who has come to find their replacement!"
"Really? I thought we were fighting out of jealousy." He said with an amused look. This had the effect of landing a slight smile on Virivia's 'lips'.
"You know Virivia, you managed to beat the second most successful pilot in all of Vicrius." He let that sentence fly for a moment.
"So maybe you made a mistake, but I know you. You'll do everything to make sure it doesn't happen again." An amused smile formed on his lips, just at the thought of dropping the bomb he had in store.
"And don't forget that you probably have the biggest stick up your ass in the whole Hierarchy." She suddenly turned her head toward Arrucus.
How dare he say that to me, this bland paste eater!
"You dirty..." Arrucus quickly turned off the radio, and he watched in amusement as Virivia raged in her cockpit. He could swear he could hear her cursing through the vacuum of space.
After a few minutes of intense annoyance, she realized that he had cut the radio transmission. Preferring to forget Arrucus' tasteless teasing, she turned her attention back to the ocean of emptiness that stretched as far as the eye could see. She let her mind wander as she continued to admire every star in the universe.
I will never tire of this view. The infinity of the universe, we are so little. And there is still so much to see and so much to explore. Provided that I can integrate the Wings.
Admiring the space made her forget all her worries, all her problems. Sometimes she was so fascinated by the spectacle of the cosmos, that she forgot she was flying.
Her attention was suddenly drawn to a small group of lights flashing in the distance. As they approached, these lights became ships. They grew larger and larger before revealing the imposing size of the Vicrius fighter carrier. A metal behemoth that measured over six hundred meters long, eighty meters wide, and fifty meters high. The crew had affectionately nicknamed it 'the box' because of its simple rectangle design. The Vicrius had no less than three thousand crew members to operate it, not counting pilots and soldiers. Taking everyone into account, there were no less than five thousand Turian men and women living on board. A veritable anthill teeming with life in the corridors, but especially in the four hangars of the ship. He was one of the prides of the Turian hierarchy. But, as impressive as it was, it was no match for a battleship or destroyers. That's why it was always accompanied by four Kosantus-class frigates and two Vorlian-class corvettes, which constantly ensured its protection.
The two pilots flew at a reasonable distance from the hull of the Vicirus, finally arriving at the rendezvous point set by the control tower. They lowered their speed and entered the force field that separated the hangar from the void of space.
The radio in Virivia's cockpit went off, "Corporal Virivia, sector ten for landing, standard protocol."
"Roger that." She said as her ship hovered over the landing strip. She performed the usual procedure and slowly descended to the set location.
Virivia activated the landing gear and the ship slowly slid to the ground. The landing gear touched the small platform and the magnetic lock activated, sealing the ship for good. Seeing that all was well, Virivia unclipped her harness and initiated the cockpit opening procedure. The on-board computer compensated for the difference between inside and outside air. A sound of pressurized air buzzed through the cockpit completing the exit procedure. The cockpit slid forward, allowing Virivia to exit the ship. She began walking on the right-wing of her ship, before climbing down the service ladder the technicians had just set up. Her boots reached the metal floor of the hangar and she began to stretch her arms and legs.
Turning her attention to the left, Virivia noticed the technicians in mechanic's garb were beginning to circle her ship, particularly around the point of impact. One had his head stuck in the maintenance hatch, while another was refueling. Her claws went to her helmet, and she started the depressurization program of her suit. A light blast of air whistled faintly before a confirming sound allowed Virivia to remove her helmet. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She spread her mandibles, delighted to have regained this freedom of movement.
Finally some real air!
"Evacuate runways three, eight, ten, and twenty-four for takeoff! I repeat, takeoff on runways three, eight, ten, and twenty-four evacuation requested!" Ordered a voice over the intercom.
She remarked to her right that the ground crew began to move away as the engines of a Korna fighter roared to life. Virivia liked this style of fighter, it was a distant ancestor of the fighters the Turian Hierarchy had used during the First Contact War. It was agile and quite resistant to enemy fire, but its biggest problem was its engine, which could vibrate strongly, especially during prolonged acceleration.
I knew that the Korna had this defect. Why did I forget, stupid bird brain!
The Korna rose from the ground and began to fly over the runway, slowly increasing acceleration until it reached the vacuum of space. Soon she saw only the flickering lights of the fighter. More fighters left shortly after, before moving into tight formation.
A ringing sound diverted her attention, she looked down at her left forearm and noticed an orange light glowing. She activated her omni-tool with her claw and it enveloped her entire forearm.
The face of a Turian officer appeared, illuminating with an orange color the white and grey face of Virivia.
"Corporal Virivia. The captain is waiting for you in his office." She shrugged her frontal plates.
"Now?"
"Now, Corporal." He ordered.
I'm grilled like a Louza steak. It was not normal for me to meet the captain now. It didn't respect the protocol setup, especially with the Wings instructor on board. They'll rub my nose in it I'm sure. Poor fool, stupid!
"Aye, aye, sir." She declared as she turned off her omni-tool.
Not wanting to keep the captain waiting, she hurried out of the hangar and began to walk the crowded corridors of the Vicrius. She pushed her way through a crowd of pilots and technicians who were carrying out their duties. She soon found herself in front of the elevator area leading to the different parts of the ship. As she waited patiently, a voice sounded behind her.
"Virivia!" She turned around, noticing Arrucus coming up to pace. He had also removed his helmet, revealing his green chevron-shaped facial paint bands on his dark brown carapace. But what characterized him particularly, was his gigantic size of almost two meters and forty feet. A giant, even for the Turian and even more for the other species, especially the Volus.
"So, I'm not expected?" Virivia had come to attention.
"I'm sorry Corporal, but the captain asks me to come immediately."
"In that case, I won't keep you any longer. You're going to be chosen, kid." She clenched her fist and beat her chest. Seeing this, Arrucus performed the same little ritual.
"Thank you, Arrucus." She said as the elevator doors behind her slid open with a dull sound. Some crew members left while others entered. Taking one last look at Arrucus, she followed her brothers and sisters in arms. The last thing she saw was the doors closing on Arrucus as he left to complete his report. The elevator then slid upward taking her to her destiny.
Virivia stood in front of Captain Julantius' office. She activated her omni-tool, which rang for her. Her ears persisted in hearing through the door the beep of the notification
"Come in!" Followed very quickly.
She entered the room that she knew very little about. She had hardly ever been in front of the captain's office. What she did was usually receive a warning or suffer a disciplinary measure. Things Virivia didn't know about, her record was clean of any irregularities.
Julantius' office had a view that looked out over the training area, perhaps one of the most beautiful views on the entire ship. In addition to this characteristic, it was simple and professional. It contained only a desk, where a few personal effects and souvenirs from his home planet were scattered, as well as a personal holographic computer.
The first thing she noticed was her captain watching the other pilots train. Sipping Korpa in a mug on which was written in standard Palaven "I love my dad". The sight of her superior officer drinking from a cup probably given to her by one of his children brought a warm smile to Virivia's face.
Turning her head to the right, she noticed a tan-skinned male human in his trademark blue wedding ring outfit. He was at least six feet tall, not enough to outstrip an average Turian, leaving Virivia at least a head taller. He was over forty and after observing him, she realized that it was Colonel Verner O'Hara, one of the members of the highly respected Ace Squadron.
That's him! Colonel Verner the leader of the Wings Squadron. Okay, you know you love their work Viri, but keep it professional.
"Corporal Virivia Opticius aka Nightwings, reporting for duty!" She said as she performed a military salute.
"Hello,Corporal." Verner saluted.
"Colonel." She replied.
The long greeting caught the attention of Captain Julantius, who walked over to his desk and placed his Korpa cup there.
"Thank you for coming." He said as he sat down in his seat. O'Hara walked over to him as he opened his computer to an array of data and information. Virivia kept her gaze fixed on the bay window as her mind wondered what might happen next. The two men eventually got into a whispering discussion, increasing Virivia's apprehension.
Spirits, it's so long! I'm freezing my shell off. What can they make? Does it discuss my clumsiness?
After a long, almost silent discussion, they turned their attention to Virivia, who remained the most professional. Julantius turned off his computer and resumed his drink.
"Good! We'll get started." O'Hara declared as he left the office, placed his hands behind his back, and began to walk around it.
"What do you think of your performance?"
I have to be honest, he must see every day some hotheads who call themselves 'pilots'.
"It wasn't perfect sir. I made a big mistake that I don't plan to make again." O'Hara raised his left arm and activated his omni-tool. The orange light suddenly illuminated his face.
"What happened?"
"My seat vibrated too much, it temporarily broke my concentration and my fin hit the debris. As I told you, it won't happen again." Continuing to write his report, O'Hara squinted his eyes.
"What do you know about the TH-897 fighter ?" The colonel's change of subject surprised Virivia. For the first time, she took her eyes off of space to observe the colonel as she raised her faceplate.
Did he read my file? Of course, he did! He saw that you were a Quarian maniac.
She resumed her professional attitude and straightened her body.
"The TH-897 fighter is a Krogan bomber. It is capable of carrying a huge amount of explosive, but has a major speed flaw, sir." He nodded as he wrote on his omni-tool.
"The Manta-B34 model?"
"Asasi fighter. Dangerous in combat because of its powerful shields. But their armor is weak, making them vulnerable once the shield is down."
"A technique for disabling a Resurgence cruiser?" Julantius suddenly asked as he played a little while turning his leather seat from left to right.
The Resurgence is an old human ship, but pirates particularly like to use this model that could be easily found at the scrapyard. But I have little information about it, I know the details of its replacement. Hopefully, the engineers were too lazy to change what was wrong with the previous model.
She spread her mandibles slightly in annoyance, she liked above all to know in great detail the strengths and weaknesses of the ships she faced. She had never faced one on a mission before, only in the simulators she used to use.
"I couldn't answer that question in a relevant way. I have only faced them in simulations. I usually neutralize the enemy shield first using EMP torpedoes. We can destroy the shield system in one shot by grazing the hull of the cruiser, a risky maneuver but nonetheless doable. This maneuver will also take us out of the target of the enemy turrets. Once the shield is down, targeting the engines will overload the entire ship and immobilize the cruiser for good. But you need a squadron to complete it, doing it solo would be suicide."
O'Hara stopped writing on her omni-tool and looked at her with a bemused expression.
"An alliance pilot once single-handedly shot down a Resurgence cruiser. A hothead, but one hell of a pilot. What impresses me most is that he used almost the same technique you told me about." Virivia spread her mandibles in surprise.
A pilot has done this solo! How the hell could he do it? He must be either crazy or a very talented pilot. But given the colonel's comment, I'm in favor of both. A dangerous and stupid attitude. I hope I won't meet this kind of crazy pilot at Wings.
"The Korna?" O'Hara continued as a void was abruptly created. Virivia's blue eyes locked anxiously on Verner's.
Spirit! He hit the nail on the head.
She swallowed her saliva, beginning to feel trapped.
"Turian model. Agile and viable in combat, but has a slight design flaw that makes high-speed pursuit difficult." She said
O'Hara stopped tapping on her omni-tool and looked her straight in the eye.
"Even though you know, you still accelerated past the limit. Why?"
He hits the nail on the head with every question. It's getting hard for me to justify myself. What should I say? That I drove on instinct?
A deep disgust rose in her throat. She hated those words, she didn't understand that some pilots rely on such a dilettante principle. She relied on her knowledge as a pilot, not on a 'sixth sense'.
"I needed speed to escape my pursuer, I had deemed it pertinent at the time to increase my speed to scare my opponent into breaking off the chase, sir."
"Mmmm- That's it, I've heard enough." O'Hara concluded. He deactivated his omni-tool and looked Virivia up and down without saying a word before turning to Julantius.
"Any more questions Captain?"
Julantius finished drinking his coffee and placed his cup on the desk.
"No, you saw and heard what needed to be seen and heard, Colonel." He declared, crossing his claws between them.
"Good, in that case, you may leave and return to your quarters Corporal." He greeted her, while Virivia's face was filled with shock and disappointment. She returned the gesture before leaving the office and starting her journey to her quarters. All the way, Virivia's mind was stuck on one thought.
I am sure I have failed! Father will be so disappointed, he had so much hope in me.
After a passage to the elevators and a short trip in the corridors. Virivia finally arrived in her quarters. Entering her room, the automatic light came on and the different screens came to life.
The room had a camp bed on the left side, and a large closet at the end of the bed where pilots could put their personal belongings and pilot's gear in case of emergency. On the right was a small desk with a computer connected to a secure extranet. All the furniture was in the same tone of gray color, a little white. The whole place was sad, but at least the pilots could have fun decorating it as they wished. To improve her room, Virivia had pasted a poster of Palaven plunging into the void of space.
Another poster showed a Human, a Turian, a Quarian, a Krogan, and a Salarian looking out to the horizon with this written in standard Palaven. "Join the future of the galaxy! Join the Wings!"
Virivia locked the door behind her, and she quickly raised the temperature of the room into a warmer atmosphere.
32°C will remind me a bit of home. As much as I love the space, sometimes I miss Palaven.
She put her helmet down on her desk and walked to her closet. She pulled out a Turian army outfit and exchanged it for her pilot's outfit. She put away her old clothes with a sigh of frustration.
Her eyes turned to the poster hanging on the wall while other thoughts continued to plague her. All she wanted to do was tear it down and throw it in the trash. She slammed the door of her closet in anger, before walking over to her bed and collapsing into it. The mattress wasn't the most comfortable. At least she had a bed, unlike the other non-pilot staff who had to make do with small, impersonal sleeping pods.
She stared at the cold gray ceiling of her room as thoughts continued to bubble up. She let out another overwhelmed sigh as tears formed around her eyes, she sat up and reached under her pillow to pull out a cylindrical device. She gently held it between her six talons as the tears continued to come. She hesitated for a moment to turn on the device. Finally, she let one of her claws press one of the buttons for her. A holographic image slowly revealed itself and a picture of a male Turian in pilot's gear appeared. His grayish-white shell had bands of white paint running across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. His facial markings were identical to those of Virivia. The young Turian was posing proudly next to a fighter of the hierarchy and he was smiling broadly, at least as broadly as a Turian could smile.
Oh, Kakeus... Why did this have to happen?
She ran her hand inside the picture in the foolish hope that she could grab it between her claws. She let out a soft sob when suddenly someone knocked on her door. Rising from her bed, she turned off the camera and tucked it under her pillow. Quickly passing her claws under her eyes, she resumed her professional attitude.
Calm down your stupid tears of Kurahg! If the captain sees you like this, what will he think of you?
She walked to the door and pressed her omni-tool to unlock it. To her surprise it was Colonel O'Hara waiting behind it, Virivia's body immediately straightened.
"Colonel!" She said as she stood at attention.
"At ease Corporal." he declared as she invited him to enter with a wave of her hand. The colonel's eyes scanned the entire room.
"I came to talk. Your captain has nothing but praise for you." His gaze finally settled on the Wings poster. He walked over to the poster and crossed his arms behind his back.
"He tells me that you are one of the best pilots in the entire Turian hierarchy and your record is impeccable, no notes for misconduct." He turned to Virivia and stretched his collar of discomfort.
"Whooaa, it's really hot here.I feel like I'm near a reactor core." He said with a clearly audible discomfort.
"Excuse me, Colonel, I like it when the temperature is warm." She hurriedly lowered the temperature by activating the air conditioning towards a more pleasant climate for the human.
"Anyway, what was I saying again?" He placed his hand on her chin, "A yes! Your record is spotless. Even the stick up your ass is in the right place." Virivia's eyes arched and her forehead plates 'frowned'.
You may be a colonel. I would love to kick your hairy ass with my 'stick' ! Wait, is it hairy there?
This thought made her flinch, as she thanked the spirits that humans were not able to read her thoughts.
"But I'm not here to talk to you about discipline, Corporal. I'm here to talk to you about this." He activated his omni-tool and a notification noise beeped on Virivia's.
She activated it and a message appeared in her email. She opened the email and began to read. Her eyes slid from line to line as she read.
No, it's not?
After a moment, she raised a wet look that she quickly suppressed.
"Welcome to the Wings of Dawn!" He said, tilting his head.
"I don't understand. I thought I had failed?" She said, turning off her omni-tool. O'Hara gave a look of astonishment.
"Who said you failed? Did I? " He crossed his arms over his chest, "I didn't tell you right after our interview because the others had to perform as well. Even though, I knew I was going to choose you no matter what." He smiled amiably.
"Thank you, Colonel." She said while beating her chest with her right hand while wearing a wide smile.
"Don't thank me. But you'll have to take that stick away. We are not the Turian hierarchy. You might make a few enemies in the squadron with such strictness." He declared with authority.
What did he want? I am a Turian. Law and order have been my credo since I was a child. But with the other species, I was going to meet it could undeniably create some tension. Calm down a little on the protocol Viri, it is not so complicated.
"Get your things ready. A shuttle will pick you up at the end of the ship's night cycle. The shuttle will then take you to your new home." He opened the door and stood under the frame.
"I must leave you, Corporal. In any case, we will meet again during the phases of your probationary period." The colonel saluted Virivia, who returned the gesture.
Even after leaving him alone, Virivia was still frozen in place. How much time had passed between when O'Hara had left and now? She didn't know, her brain still trying to process the good news she had just caught. Reconnecting her neurons, she turned her attention to the pillow.
Did you hear that Kakeus?
She felt like shouting to the whole ship that she'd gotten the job, but her sense of duty and respect for her fellow pilots kept her from being so irreverent.
She quickly tapped her omni-tool and made a call. Several small tones bounced around the room. Arrucus' face appeared, and he immediately wore a friendly smile.
"Hi, Virivia." He greeted.
"Would you like to drink something other than your motor oil?"
Codex:
The Mirh : Turian gesture of thanks consisting of beating the chest.
Korpa : Coffee for dextro. A beverage from Palaven.
Aradius Grealinus : The Turian version of Sir Isaac Newton.
Louza : Poultry, a staple in the Turian diet.
Kurahg : Similar to Whiner. Kurahg is a very derogatory insult in Turian culture. All good Turians must remain as stoic and professional as possible, particularly in front of the senior officers.
I didn't find much information about the Turian culture (only what the codex says and the games). Finding it a bit sad that there is no more, I decided to add and develop more. I hope that this will make you want to read /
And if you have stories about squadrons in the mass effect universe, I'm interested.